“I don’t wanna rip your clothes. Because I’m so far gone for you that I’m hanging by a thread as it is.”
Oh, there was the sexual boost she needed. No surprise it’d come from him.
Callie watched his molten eyes as he watched her.
First she shook out her hair.
That earned her a muscle tic in his jaw.
She unbuttoned her blouse, not exactly slowly but making sure he anticipated the deftness in her fingers as she slipped the button free from the hole, stroked the placket, and moved to the next. Soon as the shirt hung open, she peeled it down her arms and tossed it in his face.
Justin caught it and held it up, breathing deeply and closing his eyes.
Damn, that was sexy. She couldn’t wait to toss her panties at him.
She perched on the edge of her bed and yanked off her boots. Taking two steps to the modified closet, she bent at the waist and dropped them on the floor, giving Justin a good look at her ass. Then she gave him an even better look at her ass as she shimmied her jeans off.
That earned her a growl.
When Callie faced him again, just in her bra and panties, she struck a pin-up girl pose. “Like what you see, bull rider?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You want me to take these last two pieces of clothing off? Or would you like to do the honors?”
“Take off the panties first,” he gritted out.
“Do you want to know if I’m wet?” she said huskily. “If baring my body for you turns me on?”
“Does it?”
“The look in your eyes does it for me. I love seeing that you wanna do dirty things to me. Here’s a secret. I want you to do dirty things to me too.”
One blond brow winged up. “You sure about that?”
“Positive. See, I’ve only been with guys my age, maybe a few years older. They have no imagination. I want a man—I want you—to use your years of sexual experience to show me what I’ve been missing. I’d like to be tied up. Or tied down. I’d like to feel the sting of your palm on my ass. I want you to spread me out on the table and go down on me until your face is so wet from my juices that it’s running down your neck. I want to blow you in a restaurant bathroom just because I can’t wait another second to make your eyes roll back in your head. I want you to fuck me in the shower. Against the wall. On my knees in the pasture. On my back in your tiny dorm room with your hand over my mouth so no one knows how loud you make me scream when you fuck me. All the dirty things we do to each other ain’t nobody’s business but ours.”
Justin muttered something that came out a primitive growl.
The hair on the back of Callie’s neck stood up as desire pulsed from him. She continued to taunt him, pushing her panties to her knees, turning around, placing her palms flat on the bed and peering at him over her shoulder. “You want me like this. Hobbled a little. Gives you more control and makes everything…tighter. But I wonder…would you have those big, callused hands of yours in my hair? Or would you need to have them gripping my hips because you’re fucking me so hard you need something to hold on to?”
He swallowed hard. Twice.
Oh, goody, this was fun.
She swayed her hips as if she was dancing, put her arms above her head, and turned around.
His eyes watched every sway of her tits.
“Then there are these.” She cupped her breasts. “I know you’re a tit man. I wonder if I’ll have to remind you once you’ve got your hands and mouth on them, that there are other parts of me worthy of such devotion.”
“Don’t you worry, I ain’t forgetting that anytime soon.”
She unhooked her bra and tossed it behind her. She lifted her breasts up and smashed them together.
He sucked in a breath.
“I know how badly you want to slide your cock in here. I’ll love every thrust and grind and stroke. I’ll even love it when you blow your load all over me.”
“I’m done, Callie. I can’t take any more.”
Perching on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs wide, placing her palms on her knees and arching her back. “Your turn, cowboy hottie. Strip for me.”
Justin’s greedy gaze continued to scan her body as he absentmindedly removed his clothes. First he undid the snaps on the cuffs of his shirt, then he tugged the shirttail out from his jeans and popped all eight buttons up the front of his shirt at one time. He shrugged it off in that sexy way that men did and draped it over the chair. One yank of his T-shirt and he was bare-chested.
“Lookit you, cowboy. All muscles and chest hair and more muscles.”
His cocky grin doubled her need to get her grabby hands all over him.
Off went his boots.
And socks.
He undid his belt—a championship belt buckle this time, she noticed—but didn’t unthread the leather from the loops of his jeans. Watching her eyes admiring his body, he lowered the zipper and ditched the jeans and his underwear in a single movement.
Callie sighed. “Cowboy hottie Justin Donohue in my bedroom, nekkid as the day he was born…except for his hat. I might’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“You’ll feel that way when I’ve got my mouth on your pussy.” He stroked his cock as he took two steps forward.
Her gaze dropped to it. Big enough to feel good but not a monster cock that’d be painful to take. “Your dick is perfect.”
“It’s in perfect working order tonight.”
“I can tell.” She gazed up at him. “You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”
“Callie.”
The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. “Do you have condoms?”
“One.”
“Shoot. That’s one more than I have.”
He took off his hat. “Weren’t expecting this?”
She shook her head.
“I’ve got a box in my room.” He dropped to his knees. “I’ll go get them later.”
“Okay.”
He smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs. “Need me to take over now, sweetness?”
“Yes, please.”
Justin pressed his lips to the inside of her knee. After the first kiss he planted another. And another. And another. Until the next place his mouth would land was where she most wanted it.
His hand nearly spanned her hips when he placed his palm over her belly button and pushed until she was sprawled on her back.
Callie’s legs, abdomen, and chest vibrated from excitement.
He stroked her stomach with the backs of his knuckles and said, “Settle down, baby girl, I’m just getting started.”
And he dove in—tongue, fingers and teeth.
The first orgasm happened so fast she was embarrassed.
She tried to sit up, he pushed her back down and went at her again. This time with more finesse. Those full lips of his were just soft enough and firm enough to rub along the outer rim while his tongue flicked the heart of her. She wanted his mouth on her clit and he was taking his sweet time about it. He’d treat her to a few soft sucks of her pussy lips, a few deep thrusts with his fingers, followed by that wet tongue licking and fucking its way inside her.
Her legs were back to shaking and she was openly begging him.
That’s when he focused all of his attention on her clit. Sucking rhythmically and relentlessly, holding her down with both hands as she thrashed beneath him, pushing her to that line between pleasure and pain that she’d heard about but never experienced. He kept at her and kept at her until she broke apart. There was no rise, no ebb and flow. There was a KABOOM that left a deep throbbing in her core, a ringing in her ears and a tickle in her tailbone.
No wait. That was Justin tickling her tailbone.
She scrambled to her elbows. “That was…”
“I know, sweetness.”
“How?”
“You’re verbal when you come that hard.” He smiled and kissed the inside of her still quivering thigh. “And loud. It’s hot as fuck but it might scare the neighbors
.”
Callie groaned.
Justin rolled to his feet and took his cock in his hand. “I gotta rub one out or I won’t last.”
“You want me to—”
“No, I want you to watch.” He started to stroke. Hard and fast and a bit violently. “That pussy of yours. So hot and sweet. Made me so fuckin’ hard I have to do this.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “Get used to me bein’ obsessed with that pussy.” Slap, slap, slap, so loud she wondered if he was hurting himself. “I love eating it. I’m gonna love fucking it. And I’ll be doin’ both of them every chance I get.”
“Justin—”
“Pinch your nipples,” he growled. “I want them red and hard when I come on them.”
Callie almost had another orgasm when he unloaded on her. Hearing his guttural moan of satisfaction. Watching the come shoot out the end of his cock. Feeling the heat of his release on her skin before it cooled and slid down the slope of her breast. She’d never had a man do that before. Never wanted it. But seeing the adoration shining in Justin’s eyes…she’d do anything he wanted to see that look over and over again.
He kept his cock in his hand, finishing with little punches of his hips into his fist.
“Callie.”
She tore her gaze away from his still rigid dick.
“You liked that.”
“I loved that.”
Relief swam in his eyes. He used his free hand to wipe away the droplet of come dangling on the tip of her nipple. Then he rubbed that sticky thumb across her bottom lip.
Immediately her tongue darted out to taste it. To taste him.
Then Justin was on her, pinning her arms to the mattress, kneeing her thighs apart, finding her opening, and driving inside her so hard her back bowed off the bed.
He went still.
Oh hell no. Not again.
Using every bit of strength, she bucked up. And catching him off guard allowed her to roll and push him to his back.
Callie eyed his dick, now resting on his lower belly and still as hard as before. She squeezed his hips with her knees as she leaned over him and they were face-to-face. “Going somewhere, cowboy?”
Confusion crossed his face. “Jesus. What the hell just happened?”
“You acted like you were gonna bail again.”
“No! I stopped because I thought maybe I’d hurt you.” He pushed her hair over her shoulder. “Did I?”
“Nope. But it did remind me of two things. First, we skipped the condom. And dude, that can’t happen. I’m not on the pill. I have no problem going on it now, but until we’re protected, no glove, no love. Period.”
“Shit. Sorry. What’s the second thing?”
“I’m gonna be on top in case you get any stupid ideas about taking off again.”
He smiled and kissed her. “No way, sweetness. I’m sticking.”
“Good.”
When Callie reached for the condom he’d tossed on the dresser, Justin sat up and took her breasts in his hand, lowering his head to lick her nipples. Nipples that he’d come on not five minutes ago.
She snickered.
He managed to take his eyes and mouth off her tits long enough to say, “What?”
“I can’t believe I called you a prude.”
“Yeah. I am kind of a pervert.”
“Mmm. I can’t wait until you teach me all the ways I can be one too.” She rolled the condom on him, kissed him, and reached between them to guide him inside.
They both groaned when she began to move.
Panting against her throat, Justin said, “You fuck just like you dance.”
She slapped his ass. “Less talking. More fucking.”
He flipped her onto her back and drove her out of her mind until that moment of bliss when they spiraled and tumbled into pleasure together.
They were kissing and stroking and just basking in the afterglow, the joy of being together like this, knowing it’d only get better.
Callie sighed. “You know I have to show up and work at that party for a little while.”
“I know. We need to get more condoms and return the golf cart anyway.”
He lifted off of her and she grabbed his arm. “You are coming back here with me tonight though, right?”
“Sweetness, you’ll never get rid of me now. Chances are high my shit will be moved in by tomorrow.”
She touched his face. “I can’t wait.”
* * * *
Later that night, after they’d done their duties at the party, reloaded on condoms, and were lying in Callie’s bed, Callie blissed out from the third time Justin had fucked her tonight—once on the floor, once against the wall, once from behind on the bed—she said, “I have to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“Why’d you pull away from me tonight when Stirling and Liam caught us getting cozy behind the bar?”
Justin angled his head to look at her. “I thought we were still messin’ with them.”
She shook her head.
“Why do you care what they think, Callie? You’re the one who told me to say fuck off to people who question what’s goin’ on between us.”
“Sometimes I really hate that you listen to me so well,” she grumbled.
“No you don’t.” He paused and toyed with her mouth—drawing her into a kiss with such raw sensuality it left her dizzy. “Hey, what’s up with them calling you Calliope? She get your name wrong and you didn’t correct her?”
“Here’s where I remind you they were both high. But the truth is I was so nervous about getting them to the party without blowing the surprise, anxious about seeing you and starting the fight, that I introduced myself with my given name, which I never do because I don’t like it.”
“Wait. Calliope is your real name?”
“Calliope Jane. Ugh. You can see why I’d rather go by Callie.”
He kissed her nose. “I kind of like it.”
“Justin. You’re avoiding the question.”
“You pulled away from me too, when they caught us.” His kisses moved to her cheek. Then her jaw. Then the tip of her chin. “We’re together now. You know it. I know it. No one else matters. You’re the one who told me that. And baby girl, I’m takin’ that advice to heart.”
“But—”
“Calliope,” he said huskily, “no more talking.”
* * * *
At the next staff meeting, the groups were sitting in their respective rows.
Callie wasn’t looking for Justin. He’d gotten up at the crack of nothing and half the time he skipped the staff meetings.
But then, there he was, striding across the arena, boots kicking up dirt.
He said, “Sorry I’m late” to Chuck and Berlin as he passed by them.
He climbed over the fence and hoofed it up the arena steps.
Past the instructors’ row.
Past the ranch hands’ row.
He stopped at the maintenance crew’s row. He said, “Hey,” and caged Callie into her seat, bending down to press his lips to hers in a lingering kiss. Then he smiled at Lana. “Mind movin’ over?”
No one else matters my ass.
But she knew he’d done it for her, letting everyone know they were together.
That’s when the last piece clicked into place and Callie knew without a doubt that she was falling for him.
Chapter Nine
Justin paced in Callie’s camper, wondering if this phone call was really necessary.
Maybe he should just spring it on his brother the next time Jack was in Denver. Show up with Callie, like it was no big deal that he’d fallen in love.
But it was a big deal. A huge deal.
The past two months had been amazing. Getting to know Callie on a platonic level and then sharing the type of intimacy with her that he never thought he’d find. Not just the sex, although that blew his freakin’ mind every damn time, but just being with his sweet, sassy, sexy cowgirl. Doing normal couple things. Sharing meals. Sitting by the bonfire, drink
ing beer and swapping life stories with their coworkers. Curling up together watching TV on her rare nights off. Talking about everything, laughing about nothing, making love until they collapsed in a sweaty, sated pile and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Justin was so gone for her that he even looked forward to doing laundry, grocery shopping and cleaning the camper with her.
Crazy to think he’d almost passed this up out of concern that he and Callie wouldn’t have anything in common except their mutual lust. But she hadn’t lied about being able to read him. She knew when he needed space and she could pull him out of his brooding thoughts like no one else had ever bothered to try.
The one wrinkle in their relationship was Callie refused to talk about their future, probably because she believed they didn’t have one. Early on she’d promised him that she wasn’t expecting long term—that she fully believed that he’d just move on to the next job in the next town. Any time he’d tried to broach the subject with her, she’d distracted him with her mouth or her smokin’ hot body. And he’d let himself be distracted because his woman was very inventive in her dirty distraction techniques. But time was running out to tell her how he felt about her and ask for the chance to build a future with her. He still hadn’t shared the fact that he had a hefty bank account, not out of fear she’d start to use him for his money, but fear that she’d see the gap in their financial statuses as a bigger issue than the gap in their ages and use it as an excuse to leave him.
Christ. He didn’t know what he’d do if she left him.
Then you’d better figure out a way to make her want to stay with you.
Which led him back to his phone call because he needed advice.
Justin swiped over to his messages and scrolled down. Whoa. It’d been a while since he’d talked to his brother.
ME: Hey, big bro, you got time to talk?
Before the . . . appeared, his phone buzzed in his hand.
Caller ID: Jack.
He pressed accept call and answered, “That was fast.”
“I assumed this was a ransom call from your kidnappers or you were finally ready to admit you’ve been in jail and that’s why I haven’t heard from you for a month.”
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