Hot in the Saddle (Heroes in the Saddle Book 1)

by Randi Alexander

  He released her nipple and looked up at her. “You’re so amazing.” She was so loving and gentle, caring, yet tough enough to run a ranch almost single-handedly.

  Brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, she trailed her fingertips down the side of his face. “I’m amazed that it took us so long to make it to your bed.”

  Growling, he kissed between her breasts, sliding nibbles and kisses down along her belly. “I’ve wanted you since that day in the hospital.” He reached her panties.

  She put a hand on her hip, but he nipped at her fingers. “Uh uh. Those are mine.” He eased her back on the bed and leaned over her, kissing along the top of her lacy underthings, then catching them in his teeth and dragging them down. With her helping by lifting herself off the mattress, he had her bare for him in seconds. And she was. Bare. Clean-shaven and as peachy-smooth as anything he’d ever seen.

  Leaning down, he tasted. “Yep, softer than anything I’ve ever known.” Using his elbows, he spread her legs and knelt on the floor between her feet. “And I’m gonna get to know you real well, Miss Delta.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows.

  He looked into her eyes. They’d gone dark, one forest green, the other midnight blue.

  Her breathing sped up. “Don’t leave me waiting.” Her words rolled, soft and southern.

  All Treven wanted to do was obey her every command. “Yes, ma’am.” He dipped lower, pressing his lips to her mound, kissing along her pouting pussy lips, lapping at the spicy taste of her.

  Delta’s body shook, her exhales becoming tiny moans, her scent flooding out and dizzying him with every breath he took.

  Suddenly frustrated at not being able to use his hands, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against her soft, moist skin, vowing to make this perfect for her, even if he couldn’t use his regular tricks. He used his tongue as he would have used his finger, scooping it inside her sweet channel, circling and thrusting.

  She jerked and let out sexy little noises with each of his movements.

  Moving upward, he followed the swollen cleft until he found the tight little bud waiting, pulsing and hot for him.

  Her body shimmied and her fingers tunneled through his hair. He was definitely in the right place. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked it in gently, then circled it with his tongue, alternately flicking it and rubbing the flat of his tongue against the nubbin.

  “Ohhh.” Delta breathed the word, then cried out twice, each sound louder, higher. “Wait.” She tugged at his hair.

  He stopped what he was doing. Oh God, had he hurt her? “Darlin’? What’s wrong?”

  Using his hair to pull his head up higher, she sat up and looked into his eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re amazing.” She shivered for a few seconds. “I want my first time coming for you to be with you. I want you inside me, coming with me.”

  So romantic, this woman of his. Turning his head, he kissed her arm. “Delta, you’re the sweetest angel.” He bent and kissed her thigh, licking a quick path back to her pussy. “You sure, now?”

  “No. Yes.” She laughed and traced her thumb across his lips. “You’re mighty talented, cowboy.” Shaking her head, she sat up and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt. “But I want this, for us.”

  He blinked a couple times. For us? She was talking more than just a quick hop in his bed before she went back to her life. The thought had his heart pounding. He wanted an “us.”

  ****

  Delta didn’t know why she’d said that, why she’d stopped him. She wanted this to be different. To be the one time when things were perfect, and right, and done together, the way she’d always dreamed. She’d never had time for relationships, and starting one with this man would change her life dramatically. Was she ready for that? Sure, she loved the country life, didn’t miss traveling the US in a damn trailer, but would this be enough for her? Heck, would he even consider something longer-lasting with her?

  As she pulled his shirt over his head, he stared at her, looking a little bit startled. Surprised by her words, maybe? They eased the shirt over his bandaged hands, then he stood.

  His cock pushed the fabric of his boxer briefs and jogging pants to the limit, pressing hard and straight out toward her.

  “I love this.” Delta stroked the fabric over his erection up and down, causing friction and heat on her palm, wanting him to feel it along his cock.

  He groaned and tried to get his hands into the waistband, but she couldn’t let him hurt himself, no matter how much she’d like to keep teasing him.

  Pulling his clothes carefully away from the hard shaft, she let them drop as his cock bobbed and pulsed close to her face.

  “Impressive.” With a grin, she took his length in her hands, sliding her palms along him gently. Hard and long and thick, he was more than she’d expected, and a gift she would like to spend hours unwrapping. Leaning forward, she licked at the drop escaping from the slit, then took his head into her mouth, savoring the hot, salty skin of this incredible man.

  He jerked and eased back an inch, popping out of her mouth. “Same goes for me, darlin’. Let me come inside you. I’m too torqued right now to be able to stand much more of that magical mouth of yours.”

  She smiled and reclined on the bed, rolling across the quilt to make room for him beside her.

  He eased onto the mattress and rolled on top of her, his elbows bearing his weight. An instant of narrowed eyes proved to her that this was not a pain-free position for him.

  “For now?” She wrapped her leg around his waist and pushed with her hand.

  He didn’t budge. “Yeah? What now, darlin’?” His smirk set her heart pattering.

  “How about I get to be on top?”

  His jaw set.

  He didn’t care to be told what to do, she knew that. But worse, he didn’t care to be reminded of how dependent he was, how useless his hands were right now. “Just so I don’t have to give you a pain pill, and watch you fall asleep on me tonight.”

  His brow shot up. “Since you put it that way.” He wrangled them so he was on his back, with her lying atop his body, his hard cock pressed tight between them.

  She wriggled, letting her mound hit right on the heat of his shaft.

  Nose to nose, they just breathed for a minute, sharing air, building anticipation.

  “Darlin’, I’m gonna have to ask you to put the condom on me.” With that low, sexy voice of his, she couldn’t refuse, and sat on his thighs to roll on the protection.

  “You’re so hot, Treven.”

  “It’s gonna get hotter, Delta.” He reached for her hips then let out an exasperated sound and lay back on the bed. “Or not.”

  She hated to see him frustrated, but she knew how to turn on the heat again. “It’ll be damn hot, cowboy, since you’re gonna tell me exactly what to do.”

  Lifting his head, he looked at her for a second, then a wicked smirk curved his mouth. “Yeah, I like that. And you’ll obey? No questions asked?” He quirked a brow.

  This could get pretty naughty. “No questions asked.”

  “All right then. Crawl up here, darlin’, and put a pillow under my head.”

  She loved how he took right to the role of demanding male. Maybe too easily, but she’d let him have it all his way tonight. Up on her hands and knees, his hard cock bobbed against her thigh as she stretched to reach over his head for a pillow.

  Treven took advantage and licked her nipple.

  She sighed as she tucked the pillow under his head. With her hands on his chest, she bit her lip for a second. “What now, cowboy?”

  His gaze locked with hers. “Now you’ll get up on your knees.” When she complied, he stared at her pussy. “Now touch yourself, Delta. Press your fingers along that soft, wet heaven between your legs.”

  Waves of pleasure rolled through her belly, down into her core, making her even wetter as she slid her fingers along her pussy lips, coating them with her musk.

  “Now bring those fingers to
me, let me taste you.”

  Bracing herself with a hand at his side, she eased one finger toward him.

  He licked it, then sucked it into his mouth. “Wet for me, aren’t you, darlin’. Now rub your fingers on the head of my cock.”

  Back up on her knees, she coated the top of the condom with her juices, loving the feel of him pulsing thick and stiff beneath her. For her, just her. “What now?” She wanted to sink down onto him, take him deep, scream his name, but this was his game to call, and she’d let him do it however he wanted.

  “Grab the base of my cock, press the head just there, on your sweet slit.” His words came out gravelly, his eyes fastened on where their bodies would join.

  Slowly she eased her hand down his length, grasping it tight, and wiggled her body until she sat poised on top of him, his big shaft just at her opening. Heat filled her, flaring from his hot flesh along her pussy, up into her core, contracting her belly and shooting hot lava up her spine to melt her brain, in preview of the climax she knew would make her an addict. Obsessed with Treven’s loving.

  “Use your other hand.” He spoke slowly, rumbling like a thunderstorm. “Cup my balls, hold them.”

  She obeyed, gently manipulating his hot sack. Holding all his important goodies in her hands gave her a rush of power, a burst of something so sweet, her eyes welled up.

  His entire body stiffened. “Now, darlin’. Slide your velvet canal down on me, hard and fast.” He sucked in wild breaths. “Do it, Delta. I need you.”

  She cried out at his last words, never thinking anyone would ever say them to her, and dropped her body straight down as she released her hold on him. The lovely stretch, the fullness and ache of desire turned her world foggy and intense, her body hot and tingly.

  “Aw, yes.” He breathed the words as her thighs rested flat on him, his cock fully seated inside her. “Now move, take us both there.”

  Looking into his eyes, she watched them turn even darker green as she eased her body off his shaft slowly, then dropped back down again. She could do this forever, let him rule her in the bedroom every night.

  He groaned and gritted his teeth. Was he close? As close as she was?

  They moved in sync, Delta lifting up then dropping as he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deep inside her core, the friction adding to the pleasure shooting up her spine and turning her thoughts to the desperation of finding her release.

  “I’m close. Treven. So close.”

  He moved faster, thrust harder, and groaned as he stiffened.

  Her head blacked out as heat melted every synapse, cocooning her in heat and pleasure, spinning her around as darkness overtook her. She felt his lips suckling at her nipple, and another, stronger climax tore through her, burying her deep under waves of pleasure. Floating, she found herself lying flat on top of Treven, their heaving chests pulsing against each other as they caught their breath, found their brain cells, and basked softly in an afterglow like she’d never experienced in her life.

  “Wow. Treven.”

  Kissing her temple, her forehead, he just groaned.

  “How soon can we do that again?” She nipped at the skin of his pecs.

  A low rumble came from his chest, a laugh filled with so much sensuality, her core tightened at the sound. “Darlin’, you rest a bit right there, then we’ll see about an encore. Or two.”

  “Mmmm. Two, please.” She felt herself drifting, but wanted to stay awake to enjoy every minute of this.

  “Wait, say that in a duck voice.” His chest shook as he laughed.

  “Oh, no. I don’t know you well enough yet to use that voice during sex.” They both laughed then snuggled quietly, and soon his breath came deep and rhythmic. Smiling, Delta let herself follow him, deep and quiet.

  Chapter Five

  Treven woke as Delta jumped out of bed and ran to her room. Was that her phone making a noise like squealing tires? He grinned and sat up, sliding his legs over the edge of the bed. Knowing Delta, that’d be her ringtone.

  The sun just peeked over the trees. Last night had been amazing. They’d made love and played and talked until they both crashed somewhere around four in the morning.

  He used the bathroom then pulled on his stretch pants and wandered down the hall toward her bedroom.

  “You’re serious?” Her voice was quiet.

  He stopped just past her door, not sure if he should walk in to lend her support.

  She was silent for a few minutes, then repeated it. Another bout of silence, and she groaned. “Have you told my uncle yet?”

  Another pause.

  “This is bullshit.” The sound of her bare feet pacing the floor reached him.

  He hated to eavesdrop, but he was worried about her. It was an emotion he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.

  “Yeah, thanks. I will. G’bye.” More pacing. “Steven, I just heard from Kellan. Someone sabotaged my cars. Both of them.”

  Treven froze, his heart stopping for a few beats. Sabotaged?

  “Yes, that’s right. Trying to kill me.” She let out a fast breath. “Oh God. I’m so confused.” Her voice held the threat of tears. “Who would want me gone?”

  “Okay.” She went silent for a time, still pacing. “No one knows I’m here but Kellan.”

  Treven would invite her to stay as long as she needed to hide out with him. Should he hire a security company to—

  “Yes, I know, Steve. But buying the land is the least of my worries right now.”

  Buying the land? What did that mean? Treven moved a step closer to the door.

  “Yes, I realize it’s why I’m here, but jeez, did you even hear me? Someone is trying to kill me? How do you expect me to concentrate on land deals when my life is in danger?” Her voice went shrill, then the bathroom door closed, and her loud, echoing words were no longer clear.

  But what came through loud and clear was the fact that she was here to buy land.

  She was not here for him. The realization thrust a hot poker directly through his heart.

  Walking back to his room, he told himself there had to be a good explanation. He closed his door behind him and pressed the remote to shut the shades then lay on his bed. Alone.

  Why wouldn’t she tell him she was here to buy land? And what did she need the land for?

  A few minutes later, his door opened, lasering light across the bed. Treven closed his eyes, not ready to confront her on this. He didn’t have all the facts.

  She silently closed the door and a few minutes later, he heard the distinctive squeak of the barn door opening. She’d gone out to do chores.

  Now was the time for him to hear the facts. He sat up and dialed the operator, asking her to connect him with Pennington Racing, Inc. When they answered, Treven had to clear his throat a couple times. “Steven Pennington, please.” The words came out choked. This was not going to be easy.

  A half-hour later, Treven stood in the dark kitchen, leaning back against the countertop.

  Delta came in and flipped on the light. “Oh.” She jumped a little when she spotted him. A smile broke across her face. So beautiful, so sexy, so deceitful.

  “I have something for you to look at.” He ground out the words as he pointed to the island where an eleven-by-seventeen color diagram sat. He’d printed out the picture Steven had sent him, detailing Pennington Racing’s plans for the area. Three more racing ovals spread around a forty-acre area. Hotels, resort cabins, golf courses, water parks, an amusement park, a man-made lake.

  The smile left her face at his tone, and her brows dropped.

  Yeah, he had to sound like a real ass, and he felt the tightness in his face, but he couldn’t help that. He was pissed.

  She stepped to the island and looked at the paper, loudly sucking in a breath. “Treven.” Turning, she stared at him. “I should have told you.”

  His hands fisted. “Yes, you should have.” Her uncle had been exceedingly glad to hear from him—once Treven had gotten past the receptionist by stati
ng he was a landowner in Wild Oak, Texas. And Steven Pennington had voiced his pride in his niece, who’d finally convinced someone to sell their land. “Steven says ‘Hi.’ And he thanked me for saving your life.” Which, her uncle had done only as an afterthought.

  Grasping the edge of the countertop with both hands, Delta opened her mouth to speak, then shut it with a snap.

  “No excuses?” He crossed his arms, not thinking about how much it would hurt his hands. He’d skipped his morning pain meds so he could be clearheaded for this conversation. This confrontation.

  Stepping toward him, she held out her hands, palms up. “I didn’t do this…” She glanced around the kitchen. “Didn’t come to the Rusty Horseshoe to convince you to sell your land. I came because I wanted to help you.”

  He raised a brow. “But how convenient for you, that you made yourself look like a saint in front of my neighbors and friends, whose land you also want to buy.” He gestured to the printout. “That’s a lot of acreage, and with mine smack in the middle, somehow you had to be sure I’d sell. And girl, you found the perfect way to do it.”

  Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “No.”

  Treven didn’t care for the taste in his mouth, the bitterness of what he hated to think—and worse—say out loud. “Had to go all the way and sleep with me to lock it in, right?”

  “No.” Moving closer, she set her hand on her chest, over her heart. “Treven, I realize it may look that way. We barely know each other, and we’ve…” She pressed her lips together for a few seconds. “But despite what my uncle said, I was not here to buy land.” Delta flung one hand wildly. “I don’t even agree that we should move ahead with this project. It’s the family’s big plan.”

  He waited, but she didn’t say more. Treven took a painful breath. “I think you should go.” The words stung like bees on the way out.

  Her shoulders rounded and she walked past him. “I guess I’d better. There’s no way for me to convince you that I’m not that woman. That spoiled rich girl who does what it takes to get what she wants.”

  Before he could process that, her bedroom door closed.