Give Me More

by Kortny Alexander

  Bo cleared his throat as the statement settled into his brain. She was bold. This sexy woman whose skin reminded him of the color of peanut butter could have anyone she wanted, but she was flirting with him, staring at him, eating him up with her eyes. She didn’t know him from Adam. Didn’t want anything from him. She’d paid for her dinner and drink bill without any expectations from him or anyone else in the room. She wanted him…just for himself. That was a first, and he kind of liked it.

  The thought of her body’s reaction to feeling him near her doused his body with a need he never knew existed. He would go with the flow. Enjoy a woman in his company without the expectations of notoriety or monetary gain. Until this moment, Bo had not realized that that’s what the women he bedded saw first, his status as a bull-riding champion and what that entailed.

  Now he was just lying to himself. Both of his sisters had pointed this out repeatedly. Eventually they gave up. Bo was stubborn. But this woman seemed to be an enigma. This only made Bo want her even more. She was interested in him, flirting with him, and asked no questions.

  “How…” The rough, husky sound of his voice surprised Bo. “How could you feel me?”

  “Easy question, simple answer.” Spring sat up in her chair, tossed a conspiratorial glance over her shoulder, then looked him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful blues that seemed to glitter with every blink. Her breathing quickened and her body continued to hum as he watched her intently. He turned his body around to face her, knees touching. His body heat slowly swirled and wrapped her in a cocoon of heat-searing lust.

  “I could feel you, your breath.” She took her right index finger and let it glide slowly down the left side of her neck, fanning out across her shoulder. “Here.” She closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying the mental replay. His breath had gently kissed her neck, making her body come alive.

  Slowly opening her eyes, she watched as the stranger’s eyes began to darken, pupils dilating. She was turning him on just like he had done to her. Spring enjoyed every minute of it. She had never felt this free and open with her femininity before. Sitting next to this man, whose undivided attention she had claimed, made her feel sexy, beautiful, and more confident than she had ever thought possible.

  * * * *

  There was only so much a man could take. Bo had never been seduced by a woman. He was always the aggressive one, never allowing the woman to take hold of the situation. He used to have fuck-and-dump relationships, if they could be labeled relationships. Either way, those had not occurred in over a year. But, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to let his guard down and allow a woman in. Allow her some leeway, or revel in the time he spent with the woman instead of just spurting into a condom and leaving.

  He had no idea what to say to her. Bo was out of his element here. The women he had become accustomed to simply threw themselves at the riders. There was no finesse, no simple flirting, no buildup, no desire, and definitely no sensual seduction. Only the urge to screw their brains out as fast as possible and move on to the next one.

  The woman sitting next to him was soft, sexy, and had creative talent. She had no problem ignoring him when he first sat down. She was beautiful, an exquisite sight. Her medium-brown eyes brightened with flecks of gold that formed a strange star pattern. Interesting. He wanted to lick her skin, test his theory of peanut butter. He wanted to rip her clothes off and taste every inch of her delectable body.

  “You’re flirting with me.” He smiled at her, voice still husky.

  “Yes, I am. Should I stop now?” Eyebrow arched, Spring remained seated, holding eye contact with him. Her nerves egged her on. As much as her fingers itched to touch his large, powerful-looking hand that was lying on the bar, she restrained herself.

  “No. I’m enjoying it. Don’t stop. I don’t think there is a single man on this planet who would ask a beautiful woman to stop flirting with him.” He was enjoying her company and the flirting. His curiosity about why she was there had intrigued him. “Are you here on vacation, or are you an actual resident of Las Vegas?”

  “I’m here on vacation, staying in this hotel. I’m meeting up with my sisters in the morning. Tonight...” She smiled and looked down at her hands, only for a moment, as if embarrassed. She looked back up into the swirling, ever-changing eyes of the man sitting so close it was difficult to focus at times. “Tonight is just for me.” Spring couldn’t help the warm feeling that crossed her face at the last statement.

  Tonight was definitely just for her. Although she had just participated in extreme over-share, she felt compelled to tell him. She was grateful that her sisters wouldn’t arrive until the morning. Spring was not in the mood for any judgmental comments tonight. She was mature and sober enough to decide if she wanted to have a one-night stand with one of the sexiest men she had ever laid her eyes on. And she didn’t even know his name.

  Turning his hand over, palm up, Bo reached across for hers. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his. As if he had read her mind, he said, “My name is…”

  Tossing her free hand up, Spring halted his words before he could get any further. “No real names, please. Just one night of no expectations, no obligations, and no regrets. We won’t see each other after tonight, so the formalities aren’t quite necessary. Is that okay with you?”

  Looking down to what had attracted his attention, Bo could see that she talked a good game, but the shaking hand grasping his told another story. She was nervous, but he wouldn’t give her a fake name even if she gave him one. Looking back into her eyes, he saw the flash of nervousness, but her arousal outweighed everything else. She wasn’t trying to hide it.

  He introduced himself once again. “My name is Bo. No last names either, okay?” Although he acquiesced to her request, it was the one time Bo wanted to know a woman’s name, truly learn about her, and she was afraid to do so. She was correct. It would only be one night, right? They were in Las Vegas. Where could this really lead?

  Spring seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He was in agreement with her about the names. Although her real name sounded made up, she wouldn’t give him a fake name. It wouldn’t matter anyway. They wouldn’t see each other again after tonight.

  “My name is Spring.” She smiled back at him. Her nervous tension eased as he turned her hand over in his, palm side up. Her nipples tingled when he caressed the inside of her wrist with his thumb.

  “Well, Spring, no last name, it seems that since we happen to be in the Three Wishes Casino, how about you and I play a game?” His eyes twinkled with a naughty hidden agenda.

  Spring was intrigued. He had effectively gotten her attention. She quirked an eyebrow before she spoke. “What type of game did you have in mind?” When did her voice become playful, sultry, and sexy? Was it illegal for a woman’s body to become this hot and bothered by a man she had just met?

  Bo was baffled by her. Her willingness to play along; trusting him. He would embrace this moment. There was no way in hell he would let the perfect idea pass him by. “Okay, since you’re game, how about we play a game of three wishes. I grant three for you, and you grant three for me.” The look on her face, her eyes wide as saucers, caused him to chuckle and put one hand up. “Before your mind wanders to places unknown, let me explain.

  “You’ve already stated that tonight is just for you, correct?” He waited for her to acknowledge him before he continued. “I think you are beautiful and would like to continue spending time with you if that is okay.” She once again nodded in agreement. “Great.” He smiled. “We continue to let this night guide our way. And why not, we’re in Las Vegas. So, sometime during the night we can go back and forth with our three wishes as long as we are comfortable with the requests, no matter the wish. How does that sound?”

  Spring leaned forward just a bit and studied his eyes. She dug deep, looking for the telltale signs her father had taught her. She could spot a lie a mile away. But, the more she looked into Bo’s eyes, the softer they became. The sexier hi
s lips quirked. The hornier she became. The wetter her pussy got. Damn! Why not?

  “Okay, Bo, I’ll play. As long as it’s within the comfort zone.”

  “Great. Would you care to dance?” Bo asked as he stood up. There were a few couples on the small dance floor and a dance or two might just calm both of their nerves.

  What the hell was wrong with her? She was at a loss for words. All she could manage was a dumbass grin on her face as she slid down from her chair. Damn! Bo was tall. Everyone was usually taller than her, but he was tall and built like a brick wall. This was a meat and potatoes man all the way. Now that he was standing, his black dress shirt clung to his chest, complementing his muscular physique. The black slacks were an entirely different story. They hung like they were tailor-made for his body, which they probably were. His one thigh was thicker than both of hers put together with room left over. As she openly perused his body, it was impossible to ignore the huge erection in his pants. Had she caused that?

  The clearing of Bo’s throat brought her attention back up to meet his eyes. Busted! The smirk on his lips was obvious. She’d been caught staring at his dick. There was no comeback for that. Spring smiled and felt the burn of her cheeks as she continued to hold the hand that first clenched hers at the bar. Hands held tight, she guided them both to the dance floor.

  Chapter 3

  When Spring stood up, Bo thought he would explode in his pants. The silk peach shirt was holy terror on his senses when he took in the total package as she came to her feet. The plunge in the back could not compete with the plunge in the front. What the hell! She did not have on a bra, and her nipples were calling to him like a bee to honey. His lips almost smacked together at the thought.

  Bo’s mind began to wonder. Were her breasts small, just a handful or more? How would her naked breasts feel in his hands when he cupped the underside of them? Were they stiff and perky or did they have just a little softness to them? He wanted to get his hands on them. Sipping on Spring’s nipples seemed like the perfect ending to a wonderful night.

  I’ll be damned! When Bo was finally able to peel his eyes away from her breasts, he realized she wore tight black leather pants and sexy high heels. Spring was a walking wet dream. The pants could have been painted onto her body. He was grateful Spring wasn’t a toothpick. He loved a woman with a little meat on her bones. But those damned leather pants hugged every curve of her hips, thighs, and sweet little ass. If he wanted to get to the special prize that was hidden below, he would have to literally peel the leather pants off of her body. The anticipation and the patience, both killers.

  Instantly, his possessive streak kicked in. Never, never in his life had he felt that way about a woman. The urge to shield her from greedy eyes was killing him. What was it about Spring that made him feel this way? His head jerked up, and his eyes scanned the room, looking for any men who looked as if they would want to approach Spring. That shit wasn’t happening. He gave several would-be admirers the eat-shit stare. Clearly staking his claim on the beautiful woman whether she wanted him to or not. He wasn’t letting her out of his sights. Spring was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

  Bo didn’t give Spring time to acclimate herself with the dance floor. He wanted to feel every inch of her body against his. When he gently pulled her body to his, her lips parted on a soft gasp as she stared up at him. He saw the lust quickly gathering in her eyes. She smelled sweet, like honeysuckle. The sweet scent of her perfume clouded his senses. Oh, dear God, he wanted to taste her skin.

  When he wrapped his hands around her waist, she felt so delicate in his arms. He let his thumb rest on the exposed skin of her back. The deep plunging shirt made it so easy to accomplish. He thought his thumb would sizzle from the touch. He was worried she would move out of his embrace. But, it only made her snuggle closer. Her body melded to his as if they were one. She fit him perfectly. Her small sigh only confirmed it.

  He could feel her nipples pressed against his chest. At least he knew he had the same effect on her as she had on him. She was not immune to the attraction. With those come-fuck-me pumps she had on, her head rested just under his chin. She was a petite little thing, and she wouldn’t get any complaints from him. His wide frame completely engulfed hers. He could easily envision tossing her over his shoulders and taking her to bed, watching that beautiful smile cross her face. He had to be losing his mind.

  When Spring laid her head on his chest, his breathing hitched just for a moment and his heartbeat sped up. For a moment, he could swear it was like a weight was lifted from his chest. Bo simultaneously laid his cheek on her head. It felt natural. It was natural. Bo reminded himself to go with the night. This, whatever this was, would never, ever happen again. For once he would try not to question things. He would let Spring and the night lead him.

  Bo would not delude or deny himself tonight. He would allow Spring to be his first. She would be the first to bypass each and every wall that he had just for one night. He couldn’t fight what he felt. Why deny his wants, his needs, his desires? There were three wishes he had the pleasure of utilizing. He would explore it. Revel in it. It was one night that he’d allow himself to actually enjoy a woman’s company. Please her, tease her, bring her to the brink over and over, enjoying her cries when he brought her to orgasm. After tonight the walls and more would go back up, welded shut. It would never happen again.

  * * * *

  Spring was unsure of how many songs had passed when they finally untangled from the tight embrace. They stood staring silently at each other as people around them continued to dance. Neither Spring nor Bo spoke. They couldn’t. The unspoken desire burning through both of their bodies had complete control of them. Spring looked up at Bo, but found that no words would come forth when he stared down at her with those gorgeous sky-blue eyes. The way he looked at her, as if he could see down into her soul, made her feel special. He was different from anyone she’d met before. The world, Las Vegas, and all of the craziness around them faded away.

  Her eyes went to his mouth and back up to meet his gaze again. She wanted to kiss him. How do you rate the time frame before kissing? How could she ask for a kiss without sounding like she was begging? Did she really care if she begged? If she could slap herself, she would. She claimed she would live in the moment, and dammit, she would. All of these ass-backwards questions were grating on her nerves. She would ignore the mental battle that was occurring in her head. Hell, they were now playing a game. She was excited to see where it would lead. And she would call in her first one.

  Finally, she found the words to speak. Her voice was a bit shaky. “I’m calling in my first wish.” She watched his eyes begin to change, and her body tingled at the response. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  Bo acquiesced, slowly lowering his head down, giving Spring time to refuse if she wanted to. There was no way in hell he would turn away from this opportunity. They were playing a wishing game, and he wanted her to realize that if she changed her mind, he would stop. There would be no pressure applied if she did change her mind. He sure as shit hoped she wouldn’t refuse him. With no refusal in sight, Bo continued towards Spring’s waiting mouth. She looked so tempting and trusting in his arms.

  The way she licked her lips made him growl low and deep. A soft whimper was all that could be heard by Spring as he outlined her body with only his fingertips. He started with her neck and trailed his fingers down her shoulder to her arms, feeling the goose bumps form as he caressed her body gently.

  Her body was soft and delicate in comparison to his. She had curves. Bo could tell she worked out, but she wasn’t overly muscular. He couldn’t stand a woman whose body was just as hard as his. He wished he could simply pick her up, wrap her leather-clad legs around his waist, and take her mouth hard and deep.

  She riled up thoughts in him he simply didn’t want to control. It was a freedom he had never experienced. A need, a hunger for a woman so powerful and instantaneous he could not ignore it, even if he tried.

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sp; Spring rose up on her toes to meet Bo. He held her body close, hands caressing her back, skin on skin. He was stiff as a board and felt like a schoolboy all over again. All he could hope for at that moment was not to come in his slacks. This woman was melting through his control as she pressed her lips to his. Soft and sweet. As Spring peppered soft kisses on his lips, Bo grabbed on to her tightly. If he pressed their bodies any closer, they would become one.

  How the hell could he feel weak in the knees? Bo didn’t know the amazing possibilities a kiss could bring with the right person. He’d never had the gumption to analyze a kiss before. A kiss was always a kiss. But not this time. This kiss was sweet and simple. It wasn’t a deep, penetrating kiss. Just several soft pecks on the lips, so sweet, simple, and overwhelming that Bo didn’t give either of them a chance to think before he went in for another. He wanted more. By God, he had to have more of her. He had felt the sensual sting that passed through them as their lips touched. He was already addicted.

  “That wasn’t nearly good enough, sweetness,” he whispered against her lips. “I need more of you.”

  The raging hunger Bo had for her mouth had overtaken him. He angled their bodies on the dance floor that allowed him to shield her from any prying eyes. Although they were in public on a darkened dance floor, this was a private moment. Her body clung to his as he cupped her cheek with one hand and traced her lips with the pad of his thumb on the other. His heart raced as Spring stared up into his eyes. He could literally feel her heart pounding against his. Nothing was said, just heavy pants in anticipation of what was to come.

  Spring parted her lips and allowed his thumb access into her warm mouth. She twirled her tongue around it in slow, teasing motions as she stared up at him. She grinned when Bo groaned with delight, and he closed his eyes momentarily, resting his forehead against hers. The simple movement was sensual and kept his cock pulsing beneath his clothing. Thoughts of what more she could do with that sweet mouth flashed in his mind, causing him to groan.