by Leah Braemel
His voice lowered at least an octave, betraying his need. She obeyed him, sliding her lips down the length of his shaft until her nose once again nestled against his groin, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat. He held her in place while pulling his hips back, withdrawing halfway, then he shoved in again.
The heady scent of him—of musky male, of heat and desire—surrounded her. While he set the rhythm, she used her tongue and her teeth on his shaft, reveling in feeling him shake, in hearing his groans as she sucked him down. His cock swelled in her mouth, his grip in her hair tightened.
“Shit, that feels so fucking good.”
Sucking him down here where someone could walk into the barn and find them made what she was doing that much hotter. Wondering if he felt the same way, she glanced up at him, but he’d closed his eyes.
He groaned from deep in his gut as she slid him out until only the plump head of his cock was trapped by her lips. She slowly worked her way down to the root again. Another deep male groan filled the barn. Being in control of him, knowing she could make him come—or not—pleased her in ways she’d never thought possible.
One of the barn cats wrapped itself around her, its tail tickling the underside of her jaw. She abandoned Dillon’s cock long enough to push it away, then swallowed him again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.
“Yeah, baby, suck it deep and hard, just like that.” Dillon groaned so low it sounded like a growl. Primal.
Her nipples rasped against his thighs, the pressure in her pussy intolerable since she knew she wouldn’t find her own release. His hands dug into her scalp, and she found herself unable to move again. She couldn’t complain; she loved that she’d driven him to such a frenzy as he fucked her mouth. His penis swelled against her tongue, and his hot salty musk coated her tongue before it splashed against the back of her throat.
When his body finally stopped pumping into Nikki’s hot mouth, Dillon peered down at the wanton figure at his feet. A bright flush coloring her cheeks, her green eyes stared back at up him, brighter than he’d ever seen them before.
And she’d just given him the best blow job he’d ever experienced.
He untangled his fingers from her hair and stroked one side of her face as he withdrew his cock from between her swollen lips. “You are so beautiful.”
After he wiped a drop of his come from her lip, her tongue darted out to lick it off his thumb, her eyes closing as if she savored the taste.
He contemplated the barn, trying to figure out where he could lay her down and bury his face into her sweet pussy again. Here in the barn was out—too much straw floating around. Feed room? Same problem, as with the tack room. Not to mention the danged barn cat winding around them, and the damned horse sticking his head over the stall.
“Come on.” He zipped up his pants, then led her out to his truck and stood her on the running board.
Damn, she was sexy, especially the smoldering look in her eyes, half hidden by heavy lids. Unable to resist her parted lips, he plundered her mouth, tasting the salty tang of his come.
She stared at him with a dazed expression while he unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down around her knees. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face when he remembered she hadn’t had any underwear to put on that morning. “Lie back on the seat, baby. Spread your legs for me.”
The color that had started to fade from her face flared up again as she realized what he was going to do. “Out here? Now?”
“Right here. Now.” He couldn’t resist mimicking her earlier command and was pleased to see the recognition flare in her eyes. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me, baby.”
She settled back, then sprang up off the seat. “Yow, it’s hot.”
“Not as hot as I’m gonna make you in a couple minutes.” He stripped off his shirt and spread it beneath her. “Set your sweet little tush down. Now.”
Once she’d obeyed him, he palmed her thighs apart, admiring how her labia glistened in the sunlight. “You’re so pretty.”
He feathered a kiss to her cleft, then blew lightly on her engorged clit. Despite the heat of the day, goosebumps formed on her skin beneath his fingers. Not just pretty but responsive too. “Pull your shirt up, baby. All the way up.”
Her gaze darted out the cab window, then behind him. Her shyness intrigued him. Had she and Wade never done the nasty outside? “Relax, Nik.”
Supporting herself on one elbow, she hauled her shirt up and held it beneath her chin. Even sprawled as she was, her breasts were round and full. Her nipples were drawn up into tight spheres, puckered, begging to be suckled.
He leaned into the cab, supporting himself by leaning one hand beside her head, and captured one taut peak between his teeth. A whimper escaped her when he nipped it lightly then soothed the sting with his tongue. With his free hand, he found her narrow channel, sliding his fingers up and down her labia, teasing the skin to either side of her clit as his tongue teased her breast.
“Dillon.” Her hips rotated in an attempt to force his fingers to make contact with the swollen nerve endings. Her arousal drenched his palm as she undulated, her muscles clamping around him.
He’d planned on going down on her first, but his dick had other ideas. The hell with her fucking his fingers. In two seconds flat, he’d undone his fly, freed his dick, dug a condom from his back pocket and sheathed himself. He closed his eyes to feel her body closing around him, her muscles rippling along his length until he damned near lost his breath at the sensation.
When he opened his eyes, the half-lidded sultry look she gave him had him fighting the need to take her hard and fast. She deserved better than to be taken out here in his truck. She deserved tenderness and pampering.
Despite his efforts, the angle of him standing on the running board didn’t give him proper access to her sweet pussy. He had her move over, then took her place on the seat and dragged her to straddle his lap. Holding her hips, he lowered her onto his shaft. “Ride me, baby. Take me however you want.”
She lifted herself up until only the head of his cock remained in her passage, then dropped down to cover him again.
“Shit, yeah!”
As her hips lifted and lowered, her breasts jiggled their lovely berries in front of his face. On one of the upward trips, he captured a nipple. Her inner passage rippled in response to his sucking. He sucked harder, lashing the nipple with his tongue, tormenting it until her body fisted his cock in its moist heat.
The musky scent of their lovemaking filled the cab. If he was lucky it would permeate the seats, and he’d be able to smell this moment for days to come. Although it might be hard to explain to his men why he kept sporting a hard-on every time he climbed out of his truck.
All thoughts fled when she held onto his shoulders, her head falling back as her breathing roughened. His way eased by the sweat building between them, he slipped a hand between them and found her clit. He teased it until she was frantic, her pussy clamping down on him, milking his cock, her entire body shuddering her release.
All he could do was hang on for the ride until her body wound down. Then when she finally sank back, he grasped her hips and powered deeply, shouting as he emptied his balls into her.
He had no idea how long they sat in the truck, their bodies quivering with the last of their release before she finally had the energy to crawl off of him.
The metal napkin container shook in a slow progression across the table, bouncing to the beat of whatever damned heavy metal song the DJ was playing. Brett leaned so close to Tiny that he was afraid he’d get razor burn and still could barely hear what the deputy was asking the large man opposite them. Hell, it was so loud in this fucking joint, he’d probably lost a part of his hearing permanently.
“So I said, sure he could borrow it, so long as he got it back to me Friday night, ’cause I needed it yesterday.” Their informant picked up the long neck beer bottle and sucked back the last half. He slammed it on the table to join t
he four empties he’d already lined up. “See, I’d already promised my cousin he could use the damned truck to help his brother pick up a flat-screen. But fuck-it-all if that lowlife Kimball never brought the damned truck back.” He pointed a thick finger at Tiny. “You find that sumbitch, you let me know. I’ll teach him a lesson about how a man honors his word.”
You’d think after living in Texas for the last fourteen years, Nikki’s brother would have learned not to get between a man and his truck. Phil better hope the cops found him before Bubba here did. From the size of Bubba’s arms, picking up a vehicle all by himself wouldn’t have him working up a sweat. Heck, he made Tiny look…tiny.
Bubba called over the waitress and yacked with her about everything under the sun before Tiny finally grew impatient. “Do you know if he had any friends to help him move the stuff?”
The chair groaned in complaint as Bubba raised himself half out of his chair and yelled to the three men clustered at the end of the stripper’s runway. “Hey, Billy, getcher skinny ass over here.”
The shortest one of the bunch stuck a bill into the dancer’s G-string before ambling over.
“Whatcha want? I was just gettin’ me some action.”
“Action.” Bubba snorted. “Dream on, B-man. You ain’t seen action since your momma changed your diaper and cleaned your little willy.”
He hooked at thumb toward Tiny and Brett. “These here fellas are asking about that skinny punk who stole my truck. Tell him what the sumbitch told you.”
An hour later and no further ahead than before he’d lost his hearing, Brett followed Tiny from the raucous bar into the only slightly less noisy parking lot. He ignored the couple going at it in the cab of the pick-up three trucks down and stopped in front of Tiny’s squad car.
“I’ll add the truck’s description and license to the B.O.L.O., see if it’s shown up anywhere, but I wouldn’t hold up much hope that you’ll find Ms. Kimball’s belongings.” Tiny climbed into his car, but left the door open and one foot on the ground. “She still stayin’ out at Dillon’s place?”
“Yup.”
“You were sayin’ earlier that you’re stayin’ out there too.”
“Yeah, Dillon’s worried Phil might come back with some buddies, hoping to score more cash.” Not to mention Dillon wasn’t about to give Nik a shot at slipping out from under him. Literally. “Figured she’d be safer over at his place. I’m stayin’ over just to make sure no one comes round when Dillon’s at work.”
That earned him a slow nod. “Considering what he did to you back in high school, I’m surprised he asked you. Or that you agreed.”
“Yeah, well, that was a long time ago. And he apologized.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned at the college boy stumbling down the stairs from the bar. Looked like they’d have to break out the breathalyzer if that dumbass tried to get behind a wheel tonight. Once the kid finished puking, that is.
Shooting him a knowing look, Tiny unwrapped a stick of gum. “So how come you ain’t asking her out? If I remember the story rightly, you were the one she was kissin’ at Tater O’Neill’s party. Not Golden Boy Barnett.”
“Hey, back off. Dillon’s a good guy.”
“Not sayin’ he’s not. But I don’t understand why you’re letting him chase after a woman you’ve had your eye on all these years. It don’t make no sense.”
“It does to me.”
Careful not to disturb the softly snoring Dillon, Nikki rolled out of bed. She padded downstairs, not bothering to turn on any lights, and found her way to the kitchen. It wasn’t until she opened the fridge door that she noticed Brett sitting at the table, nursing a beer, watching her. As soon as he realized she’d seen him, his beer bottle became his object of interest.
“Hey,” she said softly. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Got in about an hour ago,” he told the bottle.
An hour ago. She winced. No wonder she hadn’t heard him—she and Dillon had been making love about then. Dillon had been particularly vigorous. And particularly loud.
Heat spreading across her cheeks, she ducked her head and looked into the fridge. Poor Brett, having to listen to them. She made a vow to try to be quieter next time.
Once she’d poured herself a glass of milk, she slid onto the bench across from him. He was still in his uniform, though his hat lay on the table between them. She took a sip of her milk. When she raised her eyes again, she caught him looking at her again. As soon as their gazes met, his skittered away. Yeah, he’d heard them.
After a few minutes she broke the silence. “Tough shift?”
One shoulder hitched up, then slowly dropped. “Same old, same old.”
She reached out and touched his hand, stroking the backs of his fingers. “Dillon told me you’re going to be staying here for a while.”
His fingers curled as he pulled away from her. “That’s what friends are for.”
“How’d I get so lucky?”
“What?”
“Having such good friends. You. Dillon. I keep trying to figure out what I did to deserve you guys.”
“Me? Nah, it’s all Dillon’s idea. He’s the one you deserve.” He lapsed back into silence. The stillness in the room was broken only by the crickets chirping outside and the tick of the wall clock’s pendulum. Each time she took a sip of her milk, his eyes would flick up to watch her. Then once she lowered the glass, he’d drop his gaze and resume his examination of his now empty beer bottle.
“You know, back in high school, I don’t remember you saying you wanted to be a cop. I thought you and Dillon had talked about going into the landscaping business together.”
His brows drew together, focusing harder on the bottle’s label. “Yeah, well, plans changed. I realized landscaping wasn’t for me.”
While he picked at the label, she thought about the night she and Dillon had discovered Phil had taken everything she owned. And how Brett had held her. How right she felt in his arms. If he’d asked her, would she have gone to his place that night? Would he have asked?
Sensing that once he removed the label, he’d leave, she took a deep breath. “You know, the last couple months when you’d drop in? I know you said it was to check on Phil, but I got the impression that maybe…”
“Maybe what?” His gaze shot up and held hers for the first time that evening. Did she detect panic in his voice? It couldn’t be. Of everyone she knew, Brett was the most even tempered.
“Every once in a while, I got the impression that maybe you wanted to ask me out.”
His gaze slipped to the door as if he were gauging the distance. Then his lips compressed into a thin line, and he dropped his eyes again. “I was there to check on Phil. Just like I said.”
She replayed all their conversations—all his visits while she was married to Wade, and afterward. Each time she circled right back to how he’d held her the other night, the way his head had dipped down toward her. “So the other night back at my place, when you were holding me out on the lawn, you weren’t going to kiss me?”
“Nope.” He kicked his chair back and stood. With a jerky movement, he snatched the bottle and walked to the bin Dillon kept under the sink, depositing it there.
What was going on?
“So you aren’t upset with me for coming home with Dillon?”
Without turning to look at her, he shook his head. “No.”
The word snapped through the air like a whip.
He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. “Don’t mind me. You’re right, it was a tough shift. I guess I let it get to me more than I realized.”
He started to head out of the kitchen, pausing when he got to the hallway door to say over his shoulder, “Dillon’s a great guy, Nik. You two belong together, and you deserve everything he can give you. I think it’s great that you two have finally gotten together.”
With that, he left her alone with his hat and the pile of label he’d shredded.
Chapter Five
Just last night, he’d been the focus of her attention on the porch swing. Man, that had been a sweet evening. Lying with her on top of him as the sun set, the breeze keeping them both cool. She’d had her hands all over him. And he’d returned the favor, discovering all her ticklish spots. It had been good to see her laughing. To feel her throaty moan reverberating through his chest when he’d gone down on her.
Even now the fruity scent of her shampoo filled his head, and the skin on his chest tingled everywhere she’d touched. A hint of her strawberry-flavored lip gloss lingered on his tongue from when she’d kissed him earlier.
She called an instruction to the pony, her voice strong and confident. Different from the soft, breathless pleas she’d whispered when he’d woken her that morning. The juxtaposition of strength and softness fascinated him.
“You gonna work on that chainsaw, or you planning on oglin’ me all morning?”
He laughed. “I plan on doin’ both, darlin’. You sure are a prettier sight than the inside of my workshed.”
She stuck her tongue out at him before clicking to the colt, wheeling him in the opposite direction.
Dillon dropped to his knees and rummaged through his toolbox, searching for a screwdriver. As he unscrewed the saw’s air filter housing, his father’s old Ford pulled into the yard.
His father resettled his Stetson and joined Dillon in the shade. “Hot one today.”
“Yup. Gonna reach one hundred again.” Had probably reached it already. Which made him worry about Nikki working out in the sun.