Blonde #2 leaned in. “That’s too bad. Is it because you were hurt?”
“Busted up my knee bulldoggin’.” The incident with a breakaway calf happened during branding when he was ten years old. These women wouldn’t ask specifics and he didn’t offer. They wanted the illusion of a cowboy, not the reality. And he knew if any of his brothers were around, neither of these chicks would look at him twice.
Some of their admiration dimmed. Blonde #2 blatantly focused on the size and the engraving on his silver buckle. “Seems a shame. So, what’re you doin’ now?”
“I’m an artist.”
“Really?” came Blonde #2’s bored response. She tugged on Blonde #1’s arm. “Come on, Jen. Let’s keep lookin’.”
“Hang on. Even though he ain’t rodeoin’ no more, he’s still a hottie. I wouldn’t mind takin’ him for a test ride.” Blonde #1 winked at him. “You’ve got a great smile. I bet you know how to use that mouth, doncha?”
“You aimin’ to find out?”
Blonde #2 scowled. “Have at him. I’ll meetcha by the truck in an hour,” she said and disappeared.
“My name’s Jen,” Blonde #1 cooed and squeezed her curvy body between his widespread knees.
“Carter.”
“So, Carter. You up for a wild, no-holds-barred rodeo?” Her hands slid up the inside of his legs. She found the bulge beneath his zipper and stroked until his dick sprang to life.
Whoa. It’d been a while since he’d played this game and apparently speed rules had been enacted in the interim.
Jen nestled her br**sts against his chest, leaning on the tips of her high-heeled boots to whisper in his ear. “Mmm. You are a big one.”
Carter sucked in a harsh breath as she continued to work his c**k through his jeans.
In public. He scooted back. “Uh. Thanks.”
“Bet I can figure out what you want. ’Course, it’ll take me more than eight seconds to make my guess.” She giggled, “But that’s okay. You’ll appreciate that I am very thorough.”
“Um, yeah, maybe we should—”
“This is fun, talkin’ about what makes you hot and bothered. What makes you horny.” She dragged her tongue up the side of his neck. “Ooh. You’re awful quiet. A shy one. Big and shy. My favorite kind.” She tsk tsked. “Now you know I’m just gonna have to talk dirty to loosen you up, Bashful. So…are you thinking about me blowing you?
Sliding this big c**k in and out of my mouth?”
His tongue stuck to the back of his teeth. He got extremely hot under the collar. But the greedy part of his brain reminded him that he hadn’t been laid in months and conjured up the image of her on her knees unfastening his jeans. Watching her eager lips open and swallow his dick to the root. Seeing his c**k smeared with bubblegum pink lipstick as it tunneled in and out of her swollen mouth until he exploded inside that hot, wet cavern, and pulling out to watch his come dripping down her chin.
“Ah, yeah. That’d be good.”
“You’d better believe it’d be very good.” Her tongue swirled around the shell of his ear like she was licking the head of his cock. “Me getting your c**k good and wet. Your hands holding my hair as tightly as a bullrope. Your hips thrusting against my face like you was ridin’ a bronc. Arching your back, keeping the strokes steady. Can’t you see it?
Can’t you almost feel it?”
Carter couldn’t make himself leave. And he sure as shit couldn’t stop his sex from pulsing with eagerness. “Why don’t you—”
She nipped his earlobe hard enough to draw blood. “Ah-ah-ah. I wouldn’t let you come that fast, Bashful. I’d back off. Use my teeth as you pulled your c**k out. Then I’d play with your balls. Suck them. Roll them over my tongue like hard candy. Mmm. I love candy. I’d use my hand to build you back up. Slowly.”
His c**k throbbed as her fingernails repeatedly scraped the full length of it. He bit back a groan, not sure if it was one of dismay or encouragement.
“Then I’d bring your c**k back into my mouth and finish you off. I’d swallow every hot drop until you had nothing left.”
“Sweet Jesus.” This chick—was beginning to scare him.
“Does that sound good?”
“Ah—”
“I do believe I’ve left you tongue-tied, cowboy.” Jen stepped back and licked her lips suggestively. “So what do you say we put that idle tongue of yours to better use?”
He didn’t answer.
Annoyance crossed her face at his less than enthusiastic response. “I laid it all out for you. What do you want?”
To escape, he thought even when his dick had other ideas.
A flash of sunlight drew his awareness to a figure in front of the arena. A woman with long, shiny hair the color of burnished mahogany.
For a second the woman faltered. She seemed to sense him staring at her. She turned.
Their eyes met.
Everything inside him went tight and still.
It was her, the image that’d been haunting him. Right here. Flesh and bone. He could study her. Sketch her. God, he could touch her sun-warmed tawny skin. Mold her curvaceous body with his hands so he could immortalize her perfection in clay. In wood.
In steel.
Then she vanished into the crowd like an apparition.
Carter leapt off the fence and readjusted the softening bulge behind his zipper.
“Hey! Where you goin’? I thought you were up for a rodeo?”
“Sorry. Gotta see a man about a horse.” He raced after the woman and didn’t look back.
Chapter Four
Macie made it halfway across the rodeo grounds when the fine hair on the back of her neck stood up. She glanced over at the paddock and saw her brooding bad boy with one of the bimbos standing between his wide-spread thighs. But he wasn’t paying attention to sure-thing-blondie; he stared directly at her. Intensely. Intimately. Hungrily.
Something hot and elemental passed between them. When he started for her, she hustled through the throng of people. About thirty seconds later she was spun around and found herself gazing into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
Sexy, brooding man said, “It is you.” His rough hands framed her face. “My God.
You’re exactly—”
Flustered, she knocked his mitts away. “You can’t just grab any woman—”
“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?”