"And you believe him because…" She tilted her head, waiting.
"Because Stormie promised to leave Jayden a virgin when she finished with him."
Kira broke out laughing.
Dallas grinned then laughed, too.
"God, I hope she does. He does." She waved her hands. "I hope both of them don't."
Dallas put his arm around her shoulders. "I'll call and check on them later." He turned her to face the other cowboy. "Kira, meet Rance. He rides bulls."
She held out her hand as the other three women in the bachelorette party joined them. She and Rance shook hands, and Kira introduced the cowboys to Gigi's and her friends from New York, Annie, Taylor, and Bree.
Taylor looked a little shocked behind her heavy glasses, but she was the quiet one of the group. This whole night had been a little over the top. Petite and mousy, she had barely said a word when they'd had dinner at Gigi's favorite restaurant overlooking the huge outdoor fountains on the strip.
When they'd stopped at two clubs and gone out onto the dance floor as a group, Taylor stayed on the periphery, never jumping into the middle of their dance circle.
Rance tugged Taylor's high ponytail. "You're kinda quiet, little missy. Everything okay?"
Taylor hugged her purse to her chest and nodded, her lips tightly pursed.
"C'mon." Dallas included all the women and Rance. "Let's go get the rest of those cowboys and take the Hummer somewhere we can dance."
Everyone else headed downstairs, leaving Dallas and Kira standing close together.
Kira tapped the big championship buckle he wore. "Do I get to polish your buckle, cowboy?"
"Sweetheart…" He kissed her temple. "You can polish anything of mine you like."
Kira licked her lips. When she got him alone… "I want to taste you, take you all the way into my mouth. All the way down my throat."
Dallas did his growl and his eyes narrowed. "Yeah?"
"Mm hm. And I want to swallow you, swallow your head and your cum and suck you dry, then lick you clean."
"Kira." He glanced around. "Let's get a cab and go—"
"Nope." She patted his belly. "Dancing first, then sexing."
"Sexing. Great." He took her hand and led her down the stairs. "But I'm warning you. We'll be dancin' mighty fast."
Two hours later, Dallas half-carried Kira into their suite. The woman could dance, but definitely lacked the ability to hold her liquor.
"…and then Taylor said, 'I don't approve of harming animals for profit', and Rance says, 'You don't know one thing about rodeo, city girl. So don't go making generalizations…' and that's when Taylor threw her drink in his face."
"Shit." Dallas hadn't witnessed the scene, but he'd seen the death stares Taylor and Rance gave each other in the Hummer on the way back to the hotel.
Kira tripped and dropped her purse. "Oops."
Picking her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom. Her suitcase and his duffle bag stood where they'd left them earlier when they grabbed them from their rooms before heading down to meet everyone in front of the casino.
"Turn off your phone, cowboy." Her words slurred slightly.
"Not gonna happen." Setting her down on the bed, he slid off her sandals. "Let me get your toothbrush."
"Why would I brush my teeth before I fill my mouth with your sweet cum?" Her smile wobbled and she blinked to keep her eyes open.
Dallas bit his cheek to keep from laughing. "You talk a sexy seduction, sweetheart, but you'd probably pass out halfway through."
She smacked him on the arm. "Not if you come quick enough."
He took a deep breath. He'd never taken advantage of an overserved woman before, and he wouldn't start tonight. "While that sounds very…appealing, let's just lie down for a little while. At least until the room stops spinning." Around her. He'd had a half dozen beers and a shot, but spread out over seven hours, he was sober as a statue.
"Huh." She flopped back onto the red satin bedspread. "Just for a minute."
He lay on his side next to her. His beautiful lady. He shook his head. His temporary lady. She had a big life planned in the big city, and he wouldn't waste his time chasing her, wanting more from her than a week together.
"What's this?" She pulled at the gold chain that had slid out of his breast pocket.
He put his hand over hers. "Nothing." He'd bought it for her, but couldn't find the guts to present it to her. It'd send a message he didn't mean to give, and it could only cause trouble.
She gave him sad puppy eyes. "Please?"
"Yeah, but it's just… It's not…" Fuck. "Here." He hauled out the long chain with another length of chain dangling a little gold heart locket from it.
Kira sat up and sucked in a breath. "You bought me a Valentine's present?"
He huffed out a breath. "It's not much. It doesn't mean anything."
She didn't hear. Sliding the chain over her neck, she frowned down at the heart hanging below her breasts. "Strange how long it is."
Here came the embarrassing part. "It's not for… Okay, I bought it at the strip club."
"Aw, where real men go to shop."
He chuckled and sat up. "It doesn't go here." He touched her neck. "It goes here." He put his palm on her waist.
Her brows drew together. "Oh yeah?" Taking off the chain, she unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. Unfastening the clasp on the chain, she wrapped it around her waist and fastened it. The heart landed on her hip. She shook her hips and nearly lost her balance.
He knelt in front of her. "The heart goes here." He slid the chain around so the dangling heart on the chain lay against her mound.
"Oh." She bit her lip. "That's sexy."
He kissed her through the lacy blue panties she'd worn all day. The panties he wanted to rip off right now and slide his fingers, his tongue, then his hard cock into her soft, slick cunt. His mouth watered, wanting her, but he stood and pulled back the covers. "Sleep for a while. I'll get you some water and aspirin."
He walked out to the bar, pulled out a cold water, walked to the bedroom door, and found her asleep. He set the water on the nightstand, covered her with the quilt, and toed off his boots. He lay next to her, on top of the covers.
The last thing he saw before drifting off was her gorgeous face. His heart told him he could do this forever. His brain smashed that idea like an acorn under his boot heel.
He woke with light glowing in the room. The sun was up and shone off the buildings. He climbed out of bed and closed the drapes, went into the bathroom, and came out ready for a few more hours sleep.
Kira was gone. "Damn it." She'd slipped out on him. Probably heading down to the casino manager's office to claim the jackpot. All of it. "Fuck." He shouldn't have let himself trust her. He grabbed his boots and ran out of the bedroom.
Chapter Seven
"What's the hurry, cowboy?"
Dallas turned to find Kira, naked except for the chain and locket, coming out of the suite's other bathroom.
"Sweetheart." Relief flowed through him, followed by an explosion of lust.
"I never got what I wanted last night." She ran her hands from her hips to her breasts and tweaked her nipples. "Let me suck you, cowboy."
His hands went numb as desire pulled all his blood to one spot. His boots dropped to the floor. "Yeah, okay." Had dumber words ever been spoken?
"Remember at the strip club?" She ran a finger down the middle of her body to where the golden locket lay nestled in her short hairs. "Remember I said I wanted to taste you? Take your cum?"
He'd been thinking of nothing else all night. He nodded.
"I need you." She crooked her finger at him. "And I'm in charge tonight."
"It's morning." He bit back a smile.
"Whatever." She walked to the wall of windows and pressed her back against it. "Bring that big, oversized, shiny belt buckle over here and let me have some fun."
"Kira." Her ass pressed against the glass. They were on the top floor, but peop
le may still be able to see her. Was this her kinky side coming out? He kinda liked it. "Are you sure you can handle such a big buckle?" He walked toward her.
"Dallas." She knelt and reached for him, grabbing his jeans pocket and pulling him to her. "I'm damn sure." In seconds she had his jeans down around his ankles and stroked his hard cock through his underwear.
"I'm not sure." He glanced out the window, wondering if people were looking. If anyone had a telescope. If…
She freed his cock and took the head into her hot, wet mouth.
Caution flew from his brain. Blasts of tiny spikes shot along his cock, into his balls, gathering at the base of his spine. He stomped down the urge to let go immediately. She was good.
Licking his slit, she sucked his head and worked her teeth gently against that spot on the bottom of his head where any touch drove him mad. Her heat nearly set him off.
Her fingers caressed his thighs as she sucked him in further, along the roof of her mouth and down to her throat.
"Kira, sweetheart."
She took him fully down her throat, the tightness around his head pulsing heat along his shaft.
Easing back, she kept the suction so tight he could imagine her taking the cum right out of his balls.
He ran his hand along her hair, impossibly soft against his rough palm. "Sweetheart. You're making me weak."
Looking up at him, she performed a dozen quick, deep strokes.
Quivers shot up his spine, rattling his brain, turning everything wobbly.
Using her fist, she found the spot behind his balls and massaged.
"Shit, shit, shit." The combination of her deep throat and her touch nearly made him shoot. "Stop."
She froze with his staff halfway in her mouth.
He pulled back, sliding out his cock. The pop of the suction releasing rattled heat through him. "I need to be inside your pussy." Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a condom packet then kicked away his pants.
She reached her arms up toward him, a sweet, sexy smile on her lips. "You want me?"
He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her. "Goddamnit, I want you bad."
Running her hands along his arms, she kissed him. "I can be bad."
"I know you can, sweetheart." A wild notion took him by surprise, and he went with it. Pressing her bare back against the window, he lifted her arms above her head. "But guess what? Sometimes a cowboy's gotta go bad, too." He tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled on the condom with one hand.
Her breath caught and she turned her head, looking out on the city. "Dallas. Yes. Take me here."
Releasing her wrists, he cupped her ass with one big hand and lifted her, resettling her against the glass. With his other hand, he lifted one of her legs, spreading her wide. Careful not to push her against the window, he slid his cock into her slick, tight pussy.
"Aw Kira." His spine quaked as flares shot upward, into his head, threatening to end the sensual agony of holding back his climax.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed a sensitive spot he'd never realized he had, just under his ear, down to his collarbone.
The added sensory input clicked his brain closer to the edge of bliss.
Angling his hips, he rubbed the hair on his abdomen against her, tightening his muscles to brush against her clit with each pump of his cock. He knew he'd reached her nub when her kisses turned to bites, her body tensed, and her breathing became needy moans.
She moved her hips, taking more of him inside her, rubbing her clit harder against him, and sliding her diamond-hard nipples against his chest. "Yes, I'm coming. Now, Dallas."
He pistoned harder, driving into her, letting his body fracture as his shaft swelled with a last burst of blood, his balls pumped cum into her, and his head spun with his release, flashes of light colliding and shattering. Rolling waves of heat trickled down his spine and flared in his belly, pumping another load of cum through his cock.
Gradually his brain function returned, and his eyesight was restored. He caught her soft whispers against his neck.
"Dallas. You're amazing. Every time, it's better."
"Kira, girl, you're…" He had to stop speaking before he blurted something that he'd regret. Like the word "love" or "forever" or "move in with me." Instead, he kissed her, pulling his staff out of her slick, warm slit and gently set her on her feet.
She wobbled, and he picked her up, carrying her to the couch. "Wait a second." From the bedroom closet, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped her in it. "Be right back."
After using the bathroom, he sat beside her on the couch and pulled her into his arms.
She snuggled in, closing her eyes. "Tell me about your parents."
He blinked back from the near doze he'd fallen into. "Okay." He didn't talk about them much, but this was Kira, and after what they'd shared already, it felt okay.
"Gigi told me they died, and that you live in an apartment in Reno, but that's all." She looked up at him, her eyes a soft shade of green. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked."
"No." He snugged her head back against his chest. "It's fine. They died when I was nineteen. A…house fire."
She sucked in a breath and wrapped her arm around his waist, holding tight.
"I was already on the rodeo circuit. I had to fly home from Denver." The coroner hadn't let him see the bodies, but horrible pictures of what they must have looked like were never far from his thoughts. "They'd died in their sleep of smoke inhalation."
"That's a…small comfort." Her voice shook.
"It is." Kissing the top of her head, he inhaled her floral scent. "I had what was left of the house razed, the foundation dug out and filled in. I rent the land out to Boone's parents to farm."
"Is it close to their property?" She lifted her head and smiled. "Evidently, huh? Or else they couldn't farm it."
He ran his knuckles on her cheek. Damn, the way she made him feel; happy, relaxed, even when he spoke of the most depressing pieces of his life. "It adjoins theirs, and part of it runs along Boone's property, where we want to open the rodeo school."
"That's great. Are you going to use the land as part of the school?"
"Possibly, depending on how much room we need to pasture the livestock."
Her smile lit her face. "Isn't it exciting? You have the money to make that happen."
Nodding, he watched her for any hint of deception. "With my half of the jackpot, we can move forward a bit faster."
Her eyes shifted and she laid her head back onto his chest. "Maybe a lot faster."
What did she mean by that? Why wasn't he able to trust her? He laid his head on the back of the couch. God, he had problems. "Your turn. What's the story of your family?"
No answer. Her deep, even breaths told him she was asleep.
****
A persistent beeping woke Kira. She opened her eyes to the furry, warm chest of her cowboy.
He snored lightly.
The beeping was her phone about to die. She kissed Dallas's chest gently, covered him with the blanket, and slid away. They'd had a wild night and very little sleep. She planned to plug in her phone and crawl right back into his arms for more nap time.
Locating her purse under the entryway table, she pulled out her phone and brought it into the bedroom. She found her charger in her suitcase and plugged in the phone. "Five messages?"
How had she not heard them? "Oh yeah." She'd turned her phone to vibrate on the way up to the suite this morning with Dallas. Accessing voice mail, she heard the first message. Stormie, whispering, asking her to call her right away. Oh no, was something wrong?
The next message was her cousin again. "Jayden told me something, Kira. Call me. I'll keep my phone in my bra so I can hear it."
In her bra? Crazy Stormie. What could Jayden have told her that she needed to know so desperately. Her head swung toward the open bedroom door. Dallas. It had to be something about him.
The next two messages were Stormie waiting for a callback,
but the fifth, sent at five in the morning, laid it all out. "Okay, I've got to tell you this, and I'm sorry to do it over the phone. Jayden said the only reason Dallas is with you right now is because he doesn’t trust you to split the jackpot. He said that when you went back to the casino guy's office, Dallas figured you were working a double-cross."
A lump of fear plugged Kira's airway. Was that true?
"Jayden was a little drunk…okay, really drunk, when he told me, so I don't know if he was making it up or what. But it sounded like something you needed to know. Anyway, it was good to see you. The folks and I are heading back to OKC around nine this morning, so I probably won't get a chance to say goodbye."
Kira heard Jayden's voice in the background. He sounded a little drunk.
"Gotta go, cousin. Love ya!" Stormie had hung up.
Kira set down her phone, closed the bedroom door, then walked into the bathroom. Her face in the mirror looked pale and her eyes looked tired. Was she tired of fighting Dallas's distrust of life, of everyone? Of her, too? Maybe Stormie was wrong. Maybe Jayden was talking out of his ass. God knows the kid was full of bullshit. Dallas's behavior hadn't seemed devious.
But she needed to be sure. She'd test Dallas, give him one chance. She didn't want to give up on him based on her gut instinct plus a drunken cowboy's ramblings.
She laughed humorlessly as she started the shower. How pathetic. She was so attached to Dallas, she was willing to ignore her own instinct? As the water warmed, Kira called her attorney and made sure he was in Vegas, and would be at the eleven o'clock meeting.
An hour later, at ten o'clock, Kira leaned over the back of the couch looking at Dallas as he slept, sprawled along the length of it. So handsome, so innocent in his sleep. All she wanted to do was crawl in next to him and enjoy the little time they had remaining together. But she had to know the truth.
She hated to do this. Hated that she felt she had to test him to alleviate her own suspicions. Dressed and packed, she wheeled her suitcase and banged it against the side table next to the couch.
He didn't wake.
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