Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4

by Jenna Bayley-Burke

  The sky overhead blended the clear blue with warm shades of pink and bright yellow as the sun kissed the horizon. The combination of the hot man in front of her, the thrill of the moment and the engine rumbling between her legs had her hoping they would stop soon and enjoy more than just the breathtaking view.

  Nik pulled up along the ridge, bringing the bike to a reluctant stop. Janny felt amazing wrapped so tightly around him. He wanted to go on riding forever, but on an island this small, there wasn’t anywhere to go but up, and this was as high as land could take them. He dropped the kickstand and set his feet on the ground.

  The sun danced with the white-capped sea before them, casting colors everywhere the light touched. With the weather this clear, neighboring islands were visible, as well as the town bustling at the base of Mount Ballyhoo. Not that it would be considered a mountain anywhere but here. Things were always held to a different standard in the middle of the sea.

  He climbed off the bike with as much grace as he could muster and stretched, willing the raging hard-on in his jeans to behave. If Janny thought he’d brought her up here for a quickie, it would never happen. Not that he would mind that in the slightest, but he’d taken her here on the strange notion that it was something she needed to see. He needed to recall it as well. Everything about growing up here hadn’t been awful. Just stifling.

  He removed his helmet and ran his hand through his hair, glad he hadn’t bothered with it in months. It was long enough not to stick to his head or stick out at strange angles. Some women even found long hair sexy. Maybe Janny did. He turned and swallowed hard at the sight of her bare thighs stretched across his bike, her hands clutching her bunched-up skirt. Her dazed expression and crooked smile had him leaning in for a quick peck as he undid her helmet and hooked it to the back of the bike.

  He held out a hand, noting how soft her skin felt beneath his calloused palms. He’d have to keep a gentle touch. She climbed off, leaning on him as she dropped her skirt.

  “It’s like the ground is still moving.” She took a deep breath but didn’t move away. The cooling engine ticked behind her, grounding him in a moment so still he thought he could hear the waves surge against the rocks at the shore.

  He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands had chilled from the ride, so he slipped them between her and his jacket to warm them. He rested his chin atop her mass of dark curls and relaxed for the first time in a week.

  Nothing mattered up here, away from the expectations of family, the stress of trying to wrap his head around his very together sister’s shotgun wedding, or the pressures of having to take a week away when the ranch needed him.

  She crossed her arms over his and leaned against him. Just a man and a woman, the wonder of a Bering Sea sunset and the possibility of pleasure. They watched the sun fall into the ocean, shades of reds and orange bleeding into a lavender sky. Like an overprotective parent, the sun never drifted too far in the Alaskan summer, the sky barely darkening enough for the moon to appear.

  “Where are we?” Janny asked, her voice quiet in the stillness.

  “Bunker Hill. Unalaska tourism consists of Dutch Harbor, birding and this.” He motioned toward a round Quonset hut half buried in the ground. “The island was an artillery battery for the US Army in World War II. Most everything is gone or housed in the museum down by the airport, but galvanized steel has a way of staying put.”

  She spun in his arms, her pale eyes shimmering in the twilight. “So this is your battle of Bunker Hill?”

  “I’m a lover, not a fighter.” He winked because it played right along with the corny-as-hell line.

  “Good.” She rose up on her toes and he met her halfway, tasting her full lips. He held her tight with one hand and moved the other up, glancing the side of her breast as he trailed up to the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer, threading his hand into her tangle of wild curls so he could feast on her mouth.

  She tasted like expensive, exotic places, feminine wiles and whispers. Like a drug that heated him from the inside out until he burned from it, for it. He let the kiss slide to her ear and down her neck as he tried to figure out a way to take off her dress so she’d be wearing nothing but her heels and his jacket. The vision blinded him and his cock strained urgently against his jeans.

  “I have this fantasy,” her voice slipped over him like silk.

  “Yes.” He slid a hand behind her, tracing the seam of her one-shoulder dress and praying he’d find a zipper soon.

  “I haven’t told you what it is yet.”

  He released her and grabbed the globes of her toned ass in both hands, pressing his cock against her belly. “You can ask me to paint your damned house right now and the answer is yes.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. But I was thinking about the bike.” She tilted her head toward the motorcycle.

  He shook his head. “I’ll knock it over.”

  Her kiss-swollen lips tilted in a smirk. “Feeling out of control, Nik?”

  He growled without warning, which he knew did nothing to plead his case. As soon as she started to laugh, he gripped her ass tighter and lifted her off the damned ground. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and leveraging one leg around his waist.

  “It wasn’t a dare,” she whispered against his ear before nipping at the lobe.

  The girl was lucky he’d taken them to a hut with makeshift furniture he and his brothers had crafted out of pallets. They’d all come up here yesterday and he’d been pleasantly surprised to see it still served as an out-of-the-way clubhouse.

  He walked toward the open entrance of the hut with long strides, making up the ground as quickly as humanly possible. As soon as the wooden floorboards creaked beneath his feet, he released his hold and she slid down his body until she found her feet again. Her silly grin warred with the desire he saw shining from her crystal-blue eyes.

  “That was a little—”

  “Take off the jacket.” He did the job before she had a chance to respond.

  “What the—”

  “Ever felt leather against your bare ass?” He snagged a condom from the inside pocket and then spread the coat over a table he’d built at fifteen. He prayed the nails would hold.

  “No, but—” She gave an excited yelp as he swept her off her feet, lifting the skirt of her dress as he sat her on the table. She gasped and stared up at him as he nudged his body between her legs. “God, you move faster than that bike.”

  “I thought you had a fantasy.” He pushed her rioting curls behind her ears and framed her face in his hands. With his back to the doorway, everything was darkened to outlines and shadows.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice softening.

  “Wouldn’t you like to make it real instead of always making believe?”

  She fisted her hand in his hair, pulled him to her and kissed him with equal parts hunger and excitement. He slid one hand over her bare shoulder, remembering his problem from earlier. He cursed himself and broke the kiss.

  “I can’t find the damn zipper.”

  “This one?” She snuck her hand between them and squeezed his cock. He wasn’t proud of the sound that came from the back of his throat, but there was no helping it. She tightened her hold and he fought to breathe. “I can help you if you’ve forgotten how.”

  He shook his head and squeezed her shoulders in each of his hands. She could keep doing that forever and he’d be fine with it, but he knew she needed more. Deserved better.

  He cleared his throat and fisted his hands at his sides. “Your dress. I need it off.”

  “Need?” The teasing tone in her voice deserved retaliation, but he didn’t have the brain power to come up with any. Especially after she released him and stretched both arms overhead, clasping her hands together in a submissive pose that rocked him back on his heels.

  “Damn,” he said, wi
ping the sweat from the back of his neck. She tilted her head to the side and he noticed the slightest glint of metal just below her arm. He slid the zipper down her ribs, taking pleasure in the way her arms started to tremble. The zipper stopped at her waist and he peeled the material back to reveal one perfect breast.

  The dress had some kind of cage holding her breasts, but he didn’t care to examine how it worked. No, he couldn’t think, could only feel the curve beneath his palm, the pearled nipple under his thumb. He’d thought her hands soft, but this was velvet. Warm and smooth and amazing.

  “Nik?” Her arms were still overhead and making the most erotic image he’d ever seen outside of his imagination. “I thought you wanted the dress off.”

  He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “You want the dress off.”

  “Honestly, I’m more interested in your pants.” Her teeth gleamed as she smiled. He leaned his head and tasted it, nipping at her lips as he passed his thumb back and forth over the tip of her breast.

  Her breath stuttered and he stilled the kiss, feeling her lips tremble beneath his. “I think you like that as much as I do.”

  She nodded and let her hands fall down by her sides. He slid the dress off her shoulder and leaned to the side to let the light trickle in. The world had taken on a warm, gray tone, but he could make out the upturn of her breasts, the curve of her small waist.

  She must have noticed the light too, because she looked up at him. “There’s no door?”

  He shook his head and peeled his T-shirt off in one motion, setting it on the table beside her. “No one comes up here at night.”

  “We came up here.”

  He stepped in front of her and rested his hands on her bare hips. “You’re safe with me, Janny.”

  “Says the man who spirited me into the middle of nowhere to have his way with me.” She leaned closer, the tips of her breasts teasing his bare chest.

  “I wanted to show you the sunset. Everything after has been your fantasy. Mine aren’t nearly this good.” He furrowed his fingers beneath the material of her dress to find the sides of her panties. Cotton, if he had to guess. “Lift up.”

  When she hesitated, he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted, tugging her dress and panties over the curve of her ass with the other. She gasped as he set her down and kneeled to complete the job, careful not to tangle her panties in her shoes. He folded the dress as he stood, then set it on his T-shirt and took a moment to enjoy the view.

  “You are a sight.” He licked his lips, loving the confident way she sat, perfect and naked upon his leather jacket.

  “And you still have on pants.” She tilted her head to the side, her wild curls teasing her smooth shoulder.

  “I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not coming off.”

  She reached out, hooked her fingers in his belt loops and yanked him back to her. “Then I suppose you won’t be either.” Her exaggerated sigh made his cock twitch.

  “It’s the boots,” he hastened to explain. “They lace up. And unlace. Plus, pants.”

  She pulled one end of his belt free and started on the buckle.

  “You know, the pants and the boots,” he stammered.

  “You’re so eloquent, Nik.” She tugged his belt, leaning back as she pulled it completely free. “Now, tell me you have a condom or I am going to hit you with this.”

  He grabbed her wrist. “We don’t need a prop.”

  “No, but I will have to hurt you if you rode me up here on a vibrator, stripped me naked and don’t have a condom. Or three.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the packet. He held it up. “Just one.”

  “That’s a pity.” She set the belt aside, reached for him again and released the button on his jeans with a deft flick of her fingers.

  “It really is.” He tore open the package with his teeth. What he wouldn’t give for a bed and a box of condoms. She pressed her palm against the length of him and squeezed until he had to suck in a breath.

  “So, Nik, is there anything you need to tell me before your pants come off?”

  “Like what?” For the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything but how fast he could get inside of her, get back to touching her breasts and kissing her mouth.

  “The basics. Health status. Boxers, briefs or commando. Wouldn’t want to go too fast and do any permanent damage.” She released him and played with the tab of his zipper, a tiny motion that moved his entire cock.

  “Um, yeah. I’m good. Boxer briefs, damn, Janny.” He had to lean against the table and suck in a breath. He’d felt like such a badass thundering away on his bike with the hottest girl in town, but now she’d reduced him to a lightning bolt of need and desire.

  “I like you, Nik.” She slid the zipper down with exquisite slowness.

  “I can tell.” He swallowed and dug deep for what control he had left. He liked women smart, strong and a little bit bossy, but this was getting out of hand. So out of hand, he was likely to go off in hers. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

  “Me?” She opened the fly of his jeans and his cock sprang toward her, held at bay only by the confines of his underwear. “You stripped me naked two minutes ago and haven’t done a thing about it.”

  “My apologies, Princess.” He shoved his jeans and boxers until they dropped to his boots. He slipped the condom from the package and fisted his cock.

  “Let me do that.” Janny twined the fingers of one hand around his wrist and the other around the tip of his cock.

  He let her, in part because her fingers felt so good on him. And in part because it was his turn to take back control. With his hands free, he cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. She hummed her pleasure as she slid the condom over his erection. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock, bringing the other to cup his balls and squeeze. He thrust into her hand and pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.

  “Careful, Janny, you already gave me ideas with that belt.” He puffed the words against her ear and trailed kisses down her neck.

  “What kind of ideas?” Her throaty whisper hung in the air like a challenge. She released her hold on his cock and gripped his ass, pulling him toward her.

  As much as he dreamed of burying himself in her and letting go, he knew she wasn’t nearly as far gone as he was. He slid his hands down her body to her hips and slid her forward, tilting her hips so he could nestle his cock between her plump lips.

  He tasted her thrill as she gasped and he thrust his tongue into her mouth the way he would soon fill her body. He led her down so she lay back on his jacket. He rocked against her, a slow movement that wasn’t enough to send him over the edge, just enough to let her know what was in store. He trailed his kiss down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone with his tongue. His hands slipped to her ribs, pushing closer until he held the weight of her breasts in each hand.

  He rubbed his rough thumbs over her pearled nipples. He bent his head and tasted one, the salt on her skin making his mouth water. His tongue flirted with one bud and he tried to mimic the dance on the other with his fingers, but the mewing sounds she made and the way she rocked her hips along his hard cock distracted him.

  She arched her back, pushing her entire nipple between his lips. He indulged in the decadence, letting his whole mouth enjoy her nuances. He released her other breast so he could reach around to support her back, holding her to him while he feasted.

  Tasting and teasing, he enjoyed every gasp and moan she made and the frantic way she rubbed her sex against his. A small sound caught his attention and he turned his head to see her plucking her ignored nipple with fierce fingers. He hadn’t thought she’d like it rough, but urged by the sight, he brought his teeth into play. Scraping her nipple on top and bottom, he pulled up so he only held the very tip, flicking his tongue as fast as he could manage.

 
; She called out, her Caribbean accent thickening as she begged to be fucked. She gripped his shoulders as her body quaked, her nails pressing into his flesh. Hot wetness coated his cock, and he knew when he did bury himself inside of her, he wouldn’t have to be slow or gentle.

  He watched her chest heave as she gasped for breath, grinning at the erotic image. He brought his fingers to the wet nub he’d plied with so much attention and clamped down as he dipped his head to the other.

  “Enough, please. Take me.” Her words danced to an exotic rhythm, sounding like a calypso queen. “I want you now.”

  Laughter rumbled in his chest. He scraped the stubble of his beard over her wet nipple before pinching it, pulling her breast up. “You wanted me the first time you saw me. Have you been wet for me all night?”

  He locked her legs behind him and pulled her closer. “I want to come again.”

  “Then tell me, Princess. Have you been wet for me all night?” He leaned closer, until he could see the light spark in her eyes. And then he released his fingers, watching her body writhe as blood returned to her nipples. He held her wrists to the table as she cried out and tried to calm the ache herself.

  “Yes, all right? Damn you.”

  He leaned down and gave one nipple a long, soothing lick. “Damn me or fuck me?” He pointed his tongue over the other and waited for a response.

  “Fuck me, Nik.” She struggled against him, lowered her lashes and sighed. She opened her eyes wide and caught his gaze. “Fuck me the way you wanted to on the balcony.”

  “Oh, I can do much better than that.” He unhooked her legs and lifted them straight up and onto his shoulders. He reached between them and massaged the bare lips of her pussy, spreading her open so he’d push against her glistening clit with every thrust. He slid back the hood and blew a stream of air until she clenched and muttered what he guessed to be some kind of Caribbean curse. He gripped his cock and squeezed at the base until his balls ached, then used the head to circle her clit until she arched against him.