Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2)

by Carver, Rhonda Lee

  His cock jerked. “Being the red blooded man that I am, I’d like to see you dance.”

  Her cheeks blossomed. “Dance?” Her voice shook.

  “Strip for me, Pearl.” He held her warm gaze.

  She brought her hand up and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. He noticed her fingers trembling.

  “I-I can’t…”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve never even thought of doing that…in front of someone…” She set her cards down.

  “This was your game, you called the rules.” The ache in his groin turned to throbbing. Even if she didn’t follow through, he still had a vivid imagination that was enough to turn him inside out. “You don’t—”

  “Okay. I did say dare, didn’t I?”

  The cards fell out of his hands all over his lap and onto the floor. “Yeah?”

  “Go to the bedroom, DJ. I’ll meet you in there in five minutes.” Her gaze had lost some of the innocence and a sparkle lit the irises.

  With no hesitation, he jumped out of the chair, not caring that the rest of the cards fell at his feet as he raced toward the stairs, taking them two at a time. He wasn’t sure why but the idea of seeing Pearl strip for him was as exciting as Christmas morning. Except the gift he was about to unwrap was the best he’d ever received

  In the bedroom, he jumped into the middle of the mattress and kicked off his boots.

  And he waited.

  Time seemed to slow.

  His cock grew. His gut ached.

  I’m a freaking mess over this chick.

  The music started. The soft, rhythmic tune streamed from the speakers in the living room, a promise of what was to come. The smooth and sensual beat flowed up the stairs, intensifying his anticipation. He clenched his teeth, he gripped the comforter…managing his breathing.

  She stepped into the open doorway, swaying her hips, her arms high, fingers threaded into her hair.

  He licked his lips. She was wearing one of his shirts that skimmed her thighs like a curtain unveiling the best show he would ever see. She loosened the top buttons—a peek-a-boo of breasts—as she continued to open the rest. As she seductively moved to the music, she pulled one side of the material down, and then the other, rolling her shoulders. Turning her back to him, she let the shirt drop to her feet.

  DJ slid to the end of the bed, needing a closer view.

  Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hips in wide circles, swiveling on heels until she faced him again. She tucked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, lowering them ever so slightly, then pulling them back up. Sweat beaded on his brow.

  She did a sexy strut toward him, so close he caught a whiff of vanilla. He reached out to touch her, but she shook a finger and grinned devilishly. He growled and bit into his fist until he thought he’d draw blood. The woman had his balls in a sling as she took her time in her movements, striding away from him in a catwalk, rubbing the tips of her toes in a come-hither way.

  The music took on an upbeat tempo and she stopped, looked over her bare shoulder at him and licked her bottom lip. His gut lurched and his cock ached. He needed her in a bad way.

  Swinging her hips from side to side, she turned and bent over giving him an eyeful of cleavage. His mouth watered and his heart beat like a heavy drum. Then she stood straight, arched her back ever so faintly and buried her hands into her hair, lifting the locks up. The tops of her breasts popped up over the lacey edge of her bra. He growled under his breath.

  He was so hard that he thought he’d burst a seam. The jeans had to go.

  “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve got to take these clothes off.” He stood up, loosened his buckle and zipper, then slipped his pants and boxers off his hips, down his legs and gave them a toss. He practically ripped the shirt off his shoulders.

  A wicked naughty smile flowed across her lovely, pink lips—lips he wanted to kiss now!

  But the strip tease was his idea—a crazy one—considering he was like a kid in a candy store who wasn’t allowed to touch the sweets. He should have dared her to do something else.

  He wanted to do more than touch. He wanted to lick her from ear lobe to toes. To suckle and tease every place in between. He would, no doubt about it.

  She slipped the tips of her fingers along the edge of her panties, slowly upward along the flat plain of her stomach, gliding her fingertips over her smooth, creamy skin. His heart tripled in beats when she stroked her neck and her collarbone.

  “I. Want. You.” His voice rasped his tingly throat.

  “Tsk, tsk. No hurry.”

  The sweet torment continued as she tugged at the straps of her bra then whipped her hair over one shoulder, the long locks flowing like a silken waterfall. His fingers ached and he cracked his knuckles. The desire to run his hands through her hair almost got the better of him. Pre-cum soaked his head.

  Their gazes connected and her confidence dragged him in, chaining him to her control.

  She slithered her hand around her back and the material of her lacey bra rasped as it fell open. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, the straps slipped down and away from her beautiful breasts. The nipples were hard and inviting. He could suck them all night.

  She gave her bra a toss and he caught it in mid-air, bringing the soft fabric to his nose and inhaling the scent.

  His mouth fell open and he dropped the bra. She was now caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and tugging the pearls. His dick bounced against his stomach. The bittersweet pain intensified.

  Facing him, she bent and skimmed her palms down her thighs, over her knees, and back over her inner thighs. She straightened, lifting her arms high over her head, fingers circling one slender wrist as if she gave a visual cue of him using a rope to tie her up—at least that was the image that crept into his head.

  Her back arched, her breasts were full and the nipples were wide and puffy. He swore he could smell her sweet, seductive scent from across the room. Hell, her scent had been in his nostrils from the moment he’d tasted her warm, delicious pussy.

  And then she did a move that sent heat scorching through his veins. She bent slightly, placed her hands on her knees and circled her bottom in a figure-eight shape. But she didn’t stop there. Lowering to her knees, she was on all fours, rolling her hips and bucking them. He practically salivated and had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Slithering to her stomach, she held her chin high, holding his gaze and licking her lips. She seductively turned over, arching her back, her hair spread over the floor. Her hands swept over her breasts and then dipped to the apex of her thighs.

  “Oh fuck!” The words snapped the air. He was going to lose his mind.

  Her fingers disappeared inside of her pussy folds and a savage moan escaped her parted lips.

  Although he was on the edge of sanity, he loved seeing her hot body in all sexy angles.

  He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and pumped it…not enough to cause an eruption, but enough to ease the tension some. He continued to watch as his body throbbed.

  Her arms stretched out, flat on the floor, clasping her hands together. She extended her legs high, pointing her toes and crossing them at the ankle. She was showing off her talent and her flexibility—he knew just how flexible she was. Her movements created a beautiful line and when she fluttered her legs like a remarkable butterfly’s wings, a groan ripped from his chest.

  She rolled back onto her stomach in one fluid motion and up on all fours. Her gaze was sultry and promising—her eyes beckoned him. Sitting back onto the flat of her feet, she stood up.

  “Please, Pearl.” He had never been a begging man, but right now he’d do anything to have her close.

  “I find I rather like this,” she whispered, taking three steps backward until she was against the wall. She lifted her arms above her head and bent at her knees, sliding up and down the wall, gliding to the soothing beat of the music. She pushed herself away and slowly walked toward him, toes sliding over the floor.r />
  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He leaned back, skimming his gaze over her body.

  She planted one knee beside his hip, lifted one heel and smoothed her toes along her calf. Clutching his shoulder, she leaned closer and popped her butt up. He started to reach out and grasp one cheek but she gently slapped his wrist. “No touching, cowboy.”

  He growled and bit his lower lip.

  Pushing away from him, she stepped from the edge of the bed. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and glided them lower on her hips, giving him a glimpse of bare pussy. Swiveling on her heel, she lowered the lace even more, exposing her nice, firm ass. The flimsy material fell down her legs. She stepped to the side and gave them a backward toss with her toe. They flew up into his lap. He picked them up and her scent engulfed his senses.

  Fully naked and luscious, she was lovely. He watched her, snapping pictures with his mental camera. He wanted to remember this moment, the hottest damn strip tease he’d ever witnessed. Hell, the hottest damn moment he’d ever watched.

  She reached out and entwined her fingers through his hair, tangling the locks and tugging them. She brought one foot up and slid it between his legs and the breath swooshed out of his lungs. He was on fire…

  ****

  Pearl loved teasing DJ.

  In fact, she couldn’t remember ever feeling as sexy and as confident as she did at this moment.

  His eyes were full of want…for her. His sex was hard and stood proud. She ached to touch him, take him into her mouth, but she wanted to take things slow. To make him etch this memory into his brain and never forget it.

  His fingers clenched the comforter and she knew he was in bittersweet agony. He wanted to touch her, but she wouldn’t allow him. She hoped to build a need within him that would make him explode once they connected.

  With her foot nestled between his legs, she smoothed the tips of her toes over his sac and he sucked in a breath. She curved her shoulders and leaned forward, using the tip of her finger to follow the full swoop of his bottom lip. His tongue came out and licked her finger, sucking the digit deep into his mouth, rolling his tongue over her knuckle. She pulled her finger from his mouth and swirled the wet pad around her nipple. The moist areola tingled.

  His head was slick with pre-cum.

  Her own juices moistened her inner thighs.

  She had to take things quicker or she’d lose her mind.

  Removing her foot, she climbed above him, knees on both sides of his hips, the apex of her thighs above his hard length. She positioned her hands on his broad shoulders, using him as support as she hovered above him, swirling her hips. He looked like a Viking with his hair messed and a wicked expression marring his beautiful face.

  “Tell me what you want, cowboy,” she slurred.

  “You. I want all of you.” He still didn’t touch her as if he knew she wanted to tease him more.

  “Enter me, DJ. Take me, now!”

  Without hesitation, he grabbed his girth, positioned himself between her legs. His breathing was ragged and his chest lifted and fell with each breath. “Sit!” he demanded.

  Wet and ready, she did as he requested. She lowered her body and glided his head inside of her. As her muscles adjusted and spread around him, she slowly slid deeper until he was fully inside of her.

  She clenched her coiled muscles as he reached parts of her that ached for a hard cock. Gripping his shoulders tighter, she rode him, lifting her hips high, then sliding down in one fluid motion. His hands gripped her thighs and his thumb found her clit, flicking and teasing the nub.

  Leaning her head onto one shoulder, she arched her back and he bent his head, capturing one nipple in his moist, warm mouth. His tongue swept over the pearl, licking and swirling, gently biting the pale flesh. She moaned and bucked harder as an orgasm needled at her center.

  The spasms trolled her veins, igniting a heat she’d never known possible. Her muscles tightened and she cried out in utter release.

  “Oh shit!” He jerked and tensed.

  Together they were spent.

  Chapter Nine

  Pearl heard her cell phone vibrate.

  Lifting up on elbow, she grabbed it and looked at the screen. Jewels had left a message.

  “Meet at Rhinestone for dinner. I need to see my family. Bring cowboy along.”

  Pearl absorbed her sister’s words ‘Bring cowboy along’. Pearl’s mind warned her taking him wasn’t a good idea. Her sisters had a way of seeing straight through her. They’d know instantly there had been more going on with DJ than nursing his wounds. It wasn’t that she had anything to hide. She was an adult and for the first time in a long time, she was doing something for pure comfort—and boy was it comforting.

  Another part of her didn’t want to leave DJ behind. After all, soon she’d be leaving for good and what would happen in the future had her a little off kilter. She couldn’t use his stitches as an excuse in staying any longer. The healing was coming along quite nicely.

  “What’s that look for?”

  Pearl brought her gaze to DJ and butterflies fluttered inside of her stomach. He was stretched on the bed beside her, the sheet was pulled up exposing his feet. He had nice feet, and too many other things to list. She realized just how deep in the cloud of sexy cowboy she was in. “I need to step out of the house and interact with the land of the living.”

  “Really? I’m liking the afternoon in bed.” He rubbed her arm, leaving tingles in his wake.

  She laughed. “Well, as hard as it is to leave, I do have to go. I guess you could come too.” She tried for a casual invite.

  “Where are you going?”

  He tangled his fingers in her hair making it difficult for her to think. When he dropped his hand to her bare shoulder, her focus was discombobulated. “Gotta get moving.” She pushed back the sheet and got up, not even the slightest conscious that she was naked and his eyes were on her. “To Rhinestone.”

  “You want me to go with you?” Surprise made his eyes darker.

  “If you don’t want to—”

  “I didn’t say I don’t want to go. Question is, do you want me to go?”

  “I asked, didn’t I?” She grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her body. If they were going to have a serious discussion, she needed to feel less exposed and vulnerable.

  “Well, using ‘I guess’ really isn’t an invite, but more of an obligation.” He smiled. He got up, went to the dresser and pulled on a clean pair of boxers. Her cheeks flushed thinking of the heated moments they’d shared over the last few days.

  “I’m sorry. That wasn’t the best way to ask. Will you go with me?” She did want him to be with her.

  He strolled toward her, his eyes connecting with hers and she shook to the marrow of her bones. He was close and her body instantly warmed, craving his touch. “But now are you more obligated because I pointed out the lack of enthusiasm?”

  “DJ, you’re not insecure. Are you sure you just don’t want to go and you don’t know how to tell me?”

  “Nope, not at all. I want to go. It’ll be the first time I’ve been at the Rhinestone that I won’t have to watch my back.” He laughed.

  “Funny. Real funny.” She started for the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. Be ready to go in an hour.”

  “You’re not inviting me to take a shower with you?”

  She stopped and looked at him. He was devilishly handsome with his messy hair and layer of scruff. The rumpled sheets of the bed refreshed her memory of how she’d moaned his name again and again. Her inner thighs ached and her core was chafed. “Sorry, cowboy, but if you join me, getting clean won’t be the only thing we’ll accomplish…and I can’t be late.” She opened the bedroom door.

  “I promise I’ll behave…but wait…I know myself too well and just the thought of water and soap on your body is making me hard.” His eyes twinkled.

  “I’m flattered.” The man could turn her to mush.<
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  It took all she had to close the door behind her.

  She brought her gaze up and a gasp fell off her lips.

  “Mornin’—or rather late afternoon.” Nash brushed past her in the narrow hall.

  Embarrassment trickled through her. “Good afternoon.” Her voice shook.

  “I just had to grab something from my bedroom. I do believe DJ is feeling better today.” He smiled over his shoulder.

  “Yes, he is.” She backed toward the bathroom.

  “That’s great.” Nash gave her a quick wave and whistled as he started down the stairs.

  Pearl quickly moved into the bathroom and shut the door. The house was suddenly very crowded.

  Dropping the sheet, she turned on the water, keeping the temperature colder than usual. She needed to cool down the scorching heat of humiliation.

  Later, as she cleaned the kitchen, a crisp, clean soap scent reached her nostrils. She looked up and found DJ who had snuck up on her. He looked handsome in blue flannel, sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off muscular arms, and his lower body was showcased in worn denim. Yeah, one look and her sisters would know she’d ridden that cowboy.

  He whistled and winked. “I like you naked, but if I can’t have you nude, then I’ll settle for those jeans. Seeeeeexy.”

  She blushed. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You ready?”

  “As long as you promise I’m not walking into an ambush.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I keep getting this image of you and your sisters, shotguns in hand, ganging up on me and making me pay for all of my wrongdoings of the past.” He knuckled his hat.

  “Are you saying that you’re afraid of my siblings?” She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

  “Any man should fear three women who carry guns.”

  She took a step back. “I know we’ve given the impression of being the gun-wielding, trouble-making sisters, but that’s not who we are at all. You’ll see.” She hoped her sisters were on their best behavior.