She shook her head. “Let’s finish this here. It’s getting late and I want to cover some miles before I stop for the night.”
His breath came faster. “I followed you here because I don’t want you to go home. At least, not without me.”
She had to pause and rethink what his words meant. “You just said you want a divorce.”
“Stormie.” His voice was quiet as he took her arms in his big hands and pulled her closer. “I want to divorce you to wipe this all away. Then I want to sign a pre-nup and get remarried.”
A bubble of joy burst through her sadness, but she couldn’t let herself get pulled back in without taking time to clear her head first. “Tell me the truth, Jayden. Have you ever thought about my money? My horses?”
He dropped his hands. “Of course I did.” His voice went quiet. “Wouldn’t you if the situation was reversed? If you were a broke cowgirl, and I owned a big old stud ranch.”
She glanced away and looked at him from under her lashes. He was saying all the right things, but she fought the instinct that told her she could trust him again. “I guess I would.”
He rubbed his jaw. “Stormie, your money, that’s not why I’m here. This—you and me—is something I want to go after, hold on to, and see if it will work for us. Hell yes, I’ll divorce you. I’ll sign an iron-clad pre-nup. I’ll even wait to marry you in a big church with a thousand guests if you want.”
She’d always dreamed of a big church wedding, but their back seat ceremony in the cab made her ridiculously happy, too. “I don’t know.” She touched her forehead. “I’m reeling from everything right now.” She looked toward the east. “Let me have some time to think about it.”
“All the time you want, Stormie.” He moved right in front of her. “Let me come back to OKC with you. Drop me off at a hotel in town, come and see me when you feel like you’ve got your head in the right place again. I’ll wait. I got nowhere more important to be.”
“You’d do that?” Everything inside her turned to honey and she wanted so badly to be in his arms. The fog in her brain started to clear. “What about the circuit?”
“Rodeo is important.” He set his warm hand on her shoulder, his thumb tracing a pattern on the tender skin under her ear. “The rodeo school is important. The money is important.” He let out a breathy laugh. “Storm, right now, I’m gonna put everything on hold for you.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You’re why my heart beats.”
Her knees wobbled and she reached for him.
He had her in his arms, tight against him, before her next breath.
“Jayden Hancock.” She loved this man. The certainty of it whacked her like a horse tail across the face. “I like you too much for my own good.”
“Like?” His smile was hesitant. “It’s a start.” He kissed her, just a quick press of his firm lips on her quivering ones.
She. Would. Not. Cry. Her regret, her relief, and her love for Jayden whirled around in her. With a shaky inhale, she let a single sob escape.
He guided her head to his shoulder and rocked her gently, back and forth, for long minutes.
“Do you need to go back to the arena?” She turned her head and her lips brushed his jaw.
“No.” He looked into her eyes then kissed her, his tongue slowly tracing her lips.
She opened for him, but from behind her, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke into Stormie’s bliss.
She turned. The gas station cashier stood with his phone in his hand. “Everything okay here?”
She nodded. “We’re fine, thanks.”
“If you need a nice hotel…” The man blushed a little. “Back toward Vegas about a mile, then north on the first exit. Big new hotel. The Lucky J.”
“Thanks.” Jayden nodded.
The man walked away.
“Talk about fate, huh? The Lucky J?” Her cowboy’s smile was a mix of hopeful and unsure. “Will you spend the night with me, Stormie? We can talk, we can sleep, we can just sit and cuddle if you want.”
She couldn’t resist his sweet invitation. “Okay.” She was emotionally wrung out, physically exhausted, and just wanted to be alone with Jayden for every moment she could. She looked around the ground by her car. “Your clothes?”
“Boone’s got them.” He held out his hand. “Want me to drive?”
“Yes, please.” He opened the passenger door, she slid into the seat, closed her tired, puffy eyes, and almost immediately fell asleep.
****
“Cutie.” Jayden shook her gently.
She opened her eyes.
He stood outside her car door at the valet drive-up under a bright canopy of lights. “We’re here.”
“I fell asleep?”
He nodded. “Out cold.” He gave her car keys to the valet, pulled her suitcase out of the back seat, and helped her out of the car. He held up two keycards. “Got us the honeymoon suite.”
She laughed. “Oh gosh, how many honeymoons do we get?”
Jayden bent close to her. “Minimum of one, every night of our lives.” He whispered it into her ear.
Heat radiated around her chest, mellowing her heart and filling her soul with delight.
They walked into the honeymoon suite. It was all glass, chrome, and black leather. Jayden carried her suitcase to the bedroom and flipped on the light. “Oh man.” He turned to face her, his smile a mile wide. “Wait ‘til you see this.”
She set down her purse and walked into his embrace. The bed was much bigger than a king, covered with a purple bedspread, but had no headboard or footboard. The walls were painted a lighter purple, and the curtain over the window was closed. The wall opposite the window was floor to ceiling mirrors.
She blinked a couple times. “I…”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “I don’t know what to think, but I’m damn excited to see what we can…” He pointed up. “Bonus.”
The ceiling was a mirror, too. She shook her head and backed up a step. “I don’t even like to watch myself when I brush my teeth.”
He adjusted the light dimmer to candlelight softness, set her suitcase down on a small dresser, and took her hands, pulling her into the room with him. “Let’s give it a try.”
He’d said the same thing about their marriage. That was off to a crazy start, so whatever happened in that gigantic bed would have to be just as wild. “Okay.” She did trust him. It struck her as a certainty, not a question any more. They’d both made mistakes, both jumped to conclusions, but the fact that they were working it out meant more to her than anything.
The sound of her phone ringing startled her. “It’s just Kira’s ring.”
“You don’t want to tell her you’re okay?”
“I don’t know yet if I am okay.” She laughed. “Let’s try out the bed, then I’ll let her know.”
Jayden chuckled and pointed to her suitcase. “I hope you brought along those condoms you bought at the gift shop in Vegas.”
She lifted a brow. “You looked in my bag?” She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the box of three condoms.
“I’m curious about you.” He shrugged. “The bag was laying there open, and I peeked. I wanted to know what an Oklahoma cowgirl would buy in a Las Vegas gift shop.”
She’d chosen a few mementos, including his die with the four leaf clover, and Kira had tossed the box of condoms on the checkout counter, and started in on another lecture.
Stormie looked at the box in her hand, remembering her cousin’s warning about cowboys who were young, dumb, and full of cum.
After toeing off his boots, Jayden walked to her, taking her in his embrace. “If you want to just talk tonight, Storm, that’s fine with me.”
They could talk this out some more, but it was late, and they were both tired. What they needed was sexual healing to get them back on track. “Talk later.” She looked up, seeing the reflection of herself in his arms. “Kinky sex now.”
“Yee-haw.” He scooped her up and laid her on the bed. He jumped and landed
next to her and they looked at themselves in the ceiling mirror. “What if we undressed ourselves and watched each other?”
“Okay.” She felt a giggle coming on, but suppressed it. This might be the only time she’d ever get to have sex in a mirrored room. She wanted to make it an unforgettable memory, and not because she’d laughed through the whole darn thing.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and wiggled it off over her head.
Jayden tugged open the snaps on his shirt and pulled it off.
Her bra was next. Her cowboy groaned, his eyes on the reflection of her breasts in the mirror.
They pulled off their pants at the same time and lay back naked. Her nipples were hard, pointing toward the mirror above them. His cock was full and throbbing, moving with each heartbeat.
His hand came up and brushed her nipple.
Streaks of desire raced to her core.
She reached over and stroked his cock with the back of her hand.
“Aw Storm.” He rolled onto her, his weight pinning her, sending lightning streaks to heat her core. He licked her nipple, making her shiver with delight.
Looking up, she watched her cowboy’s head at one breast before he moved it to the other as he suckled her and scraped his teeth along the sensitive sides of her nipple.
He kissed and nibbled his way down her ribs, over her belly, until his tongue shot into her pussy, tweaking her clit and sparking pulses of pleasure that jerked her hips into a sensual rhythm.
He chuckled and slid his tongue lower, along her slit.
She touched his hair, the curls wrapping around her fingers.
“Yeah, grab me, cutie, make me do what you want.”
Her back arched and she spread her legs as she curled her fingers in his hair. Brain cells started snapping off, blurring their sexy reflection.
“Mmmm.” His lips pulled at her pussy lips, his tongue darting into her, over her clit, then over her mound. “You’re so wet.” He turned his head to look into the wall mirror.
She did the same, and their eyes locked as his tongue plunged into her mound, hitting her clit with each lick.
“I want you to come around my cock.” He rolled off her, onto his back, pulling her onto her side next to him.
Chapter Twelve
Stormie’s channel contracted, wanting Jayden deep inside her, hot and thick.
He lay on his side on the huge bed and just looked into her eyes. “You make me happy, Storm.”
That was the last thing she’d expected him to say. She looked down his body at his rock hard cock to keep him from seeing the moisture in her eyes. “Let me make you happy, Jayden.” She kissed his flat nipple, nipped it, and moved lower. When she reached his cock, she nestled between his legs. A glistening drop of pre-cum clung to the head. Her pussy shivered with need, but her mouth watered for a taste of him.
She tipped her head and looked at them in the mirrored wall. Jayden stared at the ceiling mirror, his hands fisted in the covers at his sides.
She blew on his slit, then licked his head.
Jayden shuddered. “Yeah, that’s kinky. Watching you like that…”
Taking his head into her mouth, she circled her tongue over the hot bulbous top.
He let out a groan and reached up, tugging her hair to one side.
When she looked at their reflection on the wall mirror, she saw him watching her suck him, mesmerized by the way she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft.
“Feels so fucking good. But gotta slow down.” He sat up, panting.
“You sure?” She sucked him in again and released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. She gave him another long stroke of her tongue. “I want to please you.”
“Yeah, I am sure. I wanna be in you.” His voice sounded gruff as he slid her up. “Sit on my thighs, Stormie.” His breath came faster.
He ran his fingers through her hair. “With the mirrors, I think you’ll like this position.” He shifted them a quarter turn so she faced the wall mirror, arranged her so she was kneeling, straddling his hips, his cock pressed snugly along the length of her pussy lips.
She looked at the two of them in the mirror. “Oh yeah.” Her hips started moving of their own free will and her juices slid along the length of his hard shaft. “I see what you mean.”
Jayden laughed as he reached for a condom. In seconds he was sheathed, lying flat on his back, and nudging his big cock head at the entrance to her slit. “Look at us.”
She looked at the mirror. Their reflection showed an erotic view of her pussy poised over his cock, his head tipped back, just over the edge of the bed, his beautiful blue eyes looking at her in the mirror.
“Slide onto me.” His voice rolled low and guttural as he reached down and grasped his cock.
A shimmy of delight skittered up her back like an ice cube along her spine. The vision in the mirror sent contractions clutching her core.
His eyes darkened to almost black. “Stormie.” He didn’t grab her, didn’t rush her, just let her control this ride.
She dropped down slowly, taking him in as she stretched to accept him, to make him hers again.
He released his grip on his shaft and laid his palms on her thighs.
When her pussy lips touched his pubic hair, she circled her hips, feeling the intense fullness of him deep inside her. Spikes of pleasure radiated inside her belly, through her core, into her channel. She lifted herself off him, slowly, deliberately, catching the reflection of his gaze.
He breathed heavily, his body tense, looking like he wanted to take her, hard and fast, but holding himself back.
She eased herself down onto his cock and slid her hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts in her palms.
“Play with them,” he growled. “Play with your nipples.”
Blasts of delight exploded in her pussy, gusting up her spine to sparkle like crystals in her brain. When she touched her nipples, the corresponding tug at her channel nearly sent her flying.
She found her pace, sliding herself off his long cock accompanied by a tug at her nipples, followed by a pinch as she impaled herself on his shaft.
“Look at you. You’re a goddess.” Sweat beaded on his forehead.
She watched her muscles working to ride him, her fingers plucking at her tight nipples, her face flushed, and her eyes dark. This was what she looked like making love to her man. This is what a woman in love looked like.
The thought drove her wild and doubled her speed. Pressing her palms on his hard chest, she felt his breath rise and fall in the same rhythm as she rode him. Her leg muscles tightened and heated as she filled herself over and over with his shaft.
Jayden sat up, grabbed her hips, and helped her keep the beat. He suckled at her breast as she held tight to his shoulders to keep her balance.
Wild, slivers of icicles stabbed through her belly to her core, shimmering and rocking her pussy.
“Lean back.” His voice broke into her muzzy head.
“Hmmm?”
“Put your hands on my ankles.” He held her hips, slowed the pace, easing her back from her peak.
She walked her hands back slowly, still holding his hard cock inside her slick pussy. Looking up at the ceiling mirror, she saw the beauty of this position.
Jayden lay back on his elbows staring at her, his gaze running over her body sending tingles across her skin. “Can you slide on me?”
Using her arms and her legs, she took his cock deep into her, moved her core back until he almost slid out, then back again in a slow tempo that made her brain cells crackle with pleasure. As the head of his shaft grazed her g-spot, her ecstasy intensified, brought her higher. “So close.” She looked at the ceiling. Her face glowed, her nipples showed cherry red, her pussy took his incredible girth in a primal slick of hot, slippery sex.
He lay back and the reflection of their eyes met. His fierce expression sent riotous chills through her skin.
Then her phone rang. Damn that Kira.
Jayden evidently didn
’t hear it. “Gonna come.” His jaw was clamped, she recognized it as his way of holding himself in check. He sat up and slid his thumb along her pussy lips, gathering her juices, then unerringly found her clit. He rubbed in a figure eight that hit every nerve in her little bud.
The contact blew her away, gusting shards of pleasure through her core, blowing them up her spine. Delightful shivers racked her body and sent her mind spinning off into darkness punctuated by ice crystals that shimmered as they whirled on a current in her thoughts.
Her core contracted and convulsed along his cock as he shouted her name and pumped his hips upward, thrusting into her, sending flashes of pleasure to her already-swirling head.
His hands gripped her hips as he pressed his shaft deep into her once, twice more before his entire body shook beneath her.
She circled and flew a moment more before drifting back, softly and slowly into Jayden’s arms. She opened her eyes as he pulled her onto his chest and lay back on the bed.
Their breath steadied at the same pace, and their hearts, pressed together at their chests, returned slowly, in tandem, to their regular beats.
She lay unmoving, his heat warming her in the air-conditioned room.
His hand brushed a slow pattern from her butt to her shoulder, the scrape of his rough fingers a welcome pleasure on her skin.
Inside her, emotions warred. She loved him, but barely knew him. She trusted him, but had impetuously left him because she thought he was untrustworthy. “Are we doing the right thing, Jayden?”
His hand faltered for just a second, then continued. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Here’s what I’m using as a visualization.”
She smiled against his firm pec, loving the way he’d embraced her imagery theory.
“I’m imagining myself a year from now, and you’re next to me.” He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand along the length of her hair.
His sweet words warmed her from her heart all the way to her toes. “Are we happy then?”
He let out a heavy breath. “Yeah, we’re happy.”
“I guess that’s all we can hope for.” The thought felt hollow, somehow.
He reached to the nightstand and picked up something. Holding her ring between his finger and thumb, he looked at it, moving it slightly to catch the low light. “Not if we don’t want it to be. And if we’re honest with ourselves and each other.”
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