Bobby: Red, Hot & Blue, Book 6

by Cat Johnson

  Capturing her hand one more time, he rolled them over. He held both her wrists over her head. “You are so stubborn, you little devil.”

  Her smile was both sweet and evil at the same time as she nodded and tried to free herself from his grasp.

  His eyes opened wide in warning. “Christy, I’m barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth as it is. Stop grabbing me or this will be over before it even starts.”

  “Okay. I’ll be good.”

  Trusting her, he released her hands, leaving his free to explore her gorgeous body more. He’d just released one of her perfect breasts from its lacy confines when he felt her hand snake its way into his underwear and start exploring. Just that touch sent a tremor through him.

  There was no possible way he could concentrate on enjoying her body with her hands teasing him like that. Shaking his head, he reached for his pants on the floor. Bobby grabbed his handcuffs and, before she realized what he was doing, had both of her hands over her head and cuffed to the headboard.

  “What are you doing?” Her eyes opened wide.

  “I warned you and you promised to be good.” He was about to tell her he’d release her if she promised and actually behaved herself this time when her expression changed.

  Her eyes lost focus and her breathing started to come faster. Suddenly the realization hit him. She liked it. Looking at her like that, bound, unable to move, panting, he realized he was breathing harder himself. He swallowed.

  “Christy, you cuffed to the bed like this, it’s really—”

  “Hot?” She finished his sentence.

  “Oh, yeah.” Running his hands down her constrained body, he asked, practically begged actually, “Can you stay like this? Just for bit?”

  Her eyes drifted all the way closed at his touch and she nodded. “Mmm, hmm.”

  He slid down her body and began what he’d been dying to do for probably longer than he even realized. Pulling down her panties, Bobby planned to touch and taste every inch of her. He explored her folds with his fingers as his mouth found her breast.

  She groaned and arched her back beneath him. He groaned himself and suckled harder while his fingers plunged deeper. Christy writhed on the bed beneath him. The chains of the cuffs rattled against the wooden headboard.

  He forced himself back to reality. “You all right?”

  Taking a shaky breath, she nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good.” He couldn’t have been happier to hear that as he slid lower and spread her legs wide. His mouth found the spot he knew would drive her crazy. She shuddered when his tongue touched her. He worked her harder with both mouth and hands until she cried out above him.

  She moaned and somewhere through the sex-induced haze, he realized his entire family was sleeping nearby. He reached up and pressed one hand over her mouth as he brought her to orgasm. Her hips bucked off the bed while her breath came fast and hot into the palm of his hand.

  He was going to find someplace private to take her, and take her, tomorrow. He didn’t care if they had to sneak away from the cameras, drive fifty miles and check into a hotel, next time he was going to hear her full volume and enjoy every moment of it.

  When she finally stilled beneath him, he found the condom again and crawled up her body.

  Wet and ready with her legs spread wide, Christy was ripe for Bobby to plunge inside, until he found himself eye level with the handcuffs. He glanced down at her. The question must have shown on his face.

  “I’m okay.”

  “Good.” He slid home with a shudder. Enjoying being surrounded by her warmth, he held himself deep.

  He nudged gently into her, afraid to move too much until he calmed himself down. Seeing her like this was such a turn-on, he was ready to come right then.

  Unable to do much more with her hands still above her head, she raised her hips off the bed. Her breath came faster as her muscles tensed around him. He enjoyed every gasp each movement produced. She shattered around him, coming again.

  Covering her mouth with his, he matched the rhythm of her spasms with his thrusts until he exploded within her. It was a good thing his mouth was over hers because he was probably pretty loud himself.

  Bobby wanted nothing more than to collapse next to Christy and enjoy the moment, but he needed to find the key no matter how shaky his arms were. He managed to reach his pants on the floor without taking a header off the bed. He located the key in the pocket and uncuffed her hands from the headboard.

  She looped shaky arms around his neck and sighed. “That was the most incredible sex ever.”

  “Why, thank you.” Smiling, he had to agree, knowing it wasn’t him that made it so great, but the two of them together…and possibly the handcuffs.

  Looking a little hesitant, she asked, “Have you ever? You know, done that before?”

  He shook his head. “No. I never thought I was into that kind of stuff. But it was really hot, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it was. Does that make us perverts?”

  “No.” He cringed. “But I don’t think I’ll be telling the pastor about it.”

  “Yeah, good idea. Even if I have seen him in only a towel.” She laughed.

  For the first time, he noticed her wrists had been rubbed red from the cuffs. He brushed one fingertip over the marks. “You sure you’re all right?”

  “I’m fine. I swear. But next time, it’s your turn.” Christy wore a devilish look and ran her hand down his chest, all the way to his groin. He opened his eyes wide.

  “I don’t know about that.” That was all he needed, to have someone hear he’d been cuffed to a bed with his own handcuffs. And God forbid they lost the key. He’d have her hacksaw him free before he’d get the other set of keys from the sheriff.

  Christy’s eyes hooded with suggestion. “We’ll see.”

  Visions of what her sexy mouth and soft hands could do to him while he was helpless filled his head and his resolve crumbled. He cupped her face and smiled, knowing he probably would give in to her. “We’ll see.”

  Chapter Eight

  Feeling nostalgic, Christy glanced around the room she had called home for the past eight weeks. It wasn’t so much that she would miss the room itself, with its lukewarm water and out-of-date décor. But the memories she’d made while staying here for the last two months would stay with her for the rest of her life.

  Mandy knocked on the frame of the open door. “Time to go.”

  Christy smiled at the boss she had once hated and surprised herself by tearing up.

  “Don’t you start or I will too.” Mandy smiled back as her own eyes welled with unshed tears. She sniffed and laughed.

  Christy nodded and then laughed as the tears fell freely anyway. “I’m going to miss you.”

  Mandy stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. “I’ll miss you too. Are you sure?”

  “Quite sure.”

  “Can’t blame me for trying to keep you with me.” Mandy shrugged. “You know, you’re not only one of the best associate producers I’ve ever worked with, you’re also my friend.”

  That sentence twisted the knot already lodged firmly in Christy’s belly and her resolve wavered briefly. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

  Mandy released her and wiped at her eyes. “Can’t let Jared see me crying. He’ll think it’s over him and won’t let me go.”

  “And it’s not over him?”

  Mandy hesitated a beat. “I’m going to tell you something, as a friend, not as your boss, and you have to keep it totally quiet.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m going back to L.A. and I’m going to make sure this is the highest-rated damned reality series on the air and then I’m quitting.”

  Christy gasped. “No.”

  Mandy nodded and continued. “I’ve got a call into a head hunter who deals with the entire south-eastern US. She’s sure she can find me a job on my own terms, and at least then Jared and I will be on the same side of country.”

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  “Yeah. Of course, he’d be happiest with me moved to the farm and baking pies with Lois, but I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that yet. I don’t know. We’ll see. Although, if he keeps trying to convince me in the creative ways he’s been coming up with lately, I might just change my mind. And if I have an Emmy award to stand on that big old mantle in the Gordon living room, I might really change my mind.” Mandy smiled.

  Christy grabbed Mandy’s hands and squeezed them. Her now former boss was right. Over the last two months, they had actually become friends. “Well, whether you’re in the Gordon house baking pies or not, I’ll be glad when we’re on the same side of the country too.”

  A large shadow blocked the sun streaming in through the open doorway and announced Bobby’s arrival.

  “All packed?” His deep voice never failed to send a quiver through her.

  Christy dried her eyes and tilted her head toward the two suitcases, zipped and standing on the floor. “All packed.”

  Bobby stepped inside. “Hey, Mandy. Jared was just pulling up behind me.”

  “Thank you, Deputy.” Mandy turned to Christy. “You better call and email me whenever you can. Okay?”

  Christy nodded. “Promise.”

  With one last smile, Mandy left and Christy was alone with Bobby.

  “You all right?” He stepped forward and brushed his thumb along the side of her face. She leaned into his hand and enjoyed the warm feel of him.

  “Yeah. It’s just starting to hit that as of today, I’m unemployed.” She’d thought she hated her job, but now that she didn’t have it anymore, she was thinking maybe it hadn’t been that bad after all. Wasn’t that always the way?

  Bobby pursed his lips and drew her into his arms. “I’m sorry for how you’re feeling, but I’m not sorry that I’m glad you’re staying, unemployed or not.”

  “I’m not sorry I’m staying either.” She buried her head in his chest.

  Pulling back, he looked down at her. “I know you’ve grown fond of The Hideaway for some strange reason, but are you ready to move into your new home now?”

  She smacked his arm playfully. “Hey, we’ve made some good memories here in this room.”

  Once they realized they weren’t fooling anyone by sneaking around, they’d given up hiding and Bobby had started to just spend nights here with her. It was far preferable to having sex under his parents’ roof.

  He glanced at the bed and smiled. “Yes, we have. But it’s time to christen our new bedroom.”

  She laughed. “Are you sure you soundproofed the walls of that apartment above your parents’ garage?”

  “Oh, yeah. Double-thick insulation and three-quarter inch sheetrock, brand new double pane windows and a very loud air-conditioning unit.” He lowered his mouth to within a breath of hers. “You can be as loud as you want.”

  “And so can you,” she teased and grabbed his butt.

  He smiled. “You do what you did to me last night and I’ll be real loud.”

  Still trying to wrap her head around the fact he was really hers, Christy raised herself up on tiptoe and kissed him.

  Bobby broke away and grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

  Home. The stuff from her apartment in California that her roommate had packed and shipped to her might not be arriving for another week, but Bobby was here now. He was all she really needed to make Pigeon Hollow her home.

  Epilogue

  TV Weekly Magazine

  Smalltown Heat Wrap-up

  Smalltown Heat, the surprise hit that took reality show viewers by storm, wrapped up its season with a bang Sunday night when Producer Mandy Morris took home the Emmy Award for best prime-time reality television series. Morris verified the rumor that she is leaving the production company responsible for the show to “pursue personal interests”. Being that Smalltown star Jared Gordon was her date for the event, TV Weekly wonders if her personal business may lie back in Pigeon Hollow, where the show was filmed.

  It is not surprising the series won the hearts and ratings of America with its flawless editing and a cast of characters that would make any producer drool. Handsome horseman Jared Gordon, his red-hot, pie-baking mama, Lois, Mac, the gruff but lovable diner owner, Sue Ann, the villain everyone loved to hate (who was reportedly last seen headlining at Naughty Ladies strip club in Atlanta) were all household names by the end of the run.

  Ratings soared during the revelation of the unexpected romance that blossomed between Deputy Sheriff Bobby Barton and the show’s Associate Producer, Christy Dunne, only to be surpassed by the eventual leak of ex-major league pitcher Cole Ryan’s love child and the ensuing reunion with former high school love, Lizzie Barton, the deputy’s sister.

  Industry analysts speculate the success of Smalltown will spur an influx of copycat shows by next season, leaving this reporter to wonder if any other cast will ever be able to fill the shoes of the folks of Pigeon Hollow.

  About the Author

  As an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance in genres including military, cowboy, ménage and paranormal, Cat Johnson uses her computer so much she wore the letters off the keyboard within a year. She is known for her creative marketing and research practices. Consequently, Cat owns an entire collection of camouflage and western attire for book signings and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. In her real life, she’s been a marketing manager, professional harpist, bartender, tour guide, radio show host, Junior League president, sponsor of a bull-riding rodeo cowboy, wife and avid animal lover.

  To learn more about Cat, please visit www.catjohnson.net. Send an email to Cat at cat@catjohnson.net, or follow her on Twitter at www.twitter.com/cat_johnson.

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  Jared

  © 2011 Cat Johnson

  Red, Hot & Blue, Book 4

  It doesn’t take anything fancy to make Jared Gordon a happy man. A slice of his mama’s pie, a pretty girl, a well-bred horse. Life on the farm is just how he likes it. Simple. Until a big-city girl blows into town like a tornado hitting a trailer park.

  Quintessentially small-town Pigeon Hollow has everything L.A. producer Mandy Morris needs for her new reality show. A smoldering deputy sheriff, a quirky diner owner and a horse farm complete with a hunky horseman. If her own instant attraction is any indication, Jared will have the female demographic glued to their sets.

  Except the red-hot cowboy is cool to the idea of cameras in his face. And the harder she negotiates, the deeper he digs in…until their head-butting strikes sparks that fan a prairie fire of unexpected passion. She doesn’t usually mix business with pleasure, but as Pigeon Hollow’s charm works its magic, the youngest Gordon brother has Mandy rethinking many things.

  Like happiness doesn’t have to end with the word “cut”.

  Warning: Contains one hot shirtless cowboy taking a city girl for a roll in the hay…and a few other places.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Jared:

  The babe in front of him was looking mighty warm in that jacket. He started to sweat in sympathy. She blew out a breath and ran a hand along the back of her neck and under her shoulder-length hair. Then she took the jacket off.

  That was enough to make a man stand up and take notice. Now she looked downright hot, enough to make Jared sweat for real and not from the air temperature.

  Under that jacket, she was wearing nothing but a tight, low-cut, sleeveless top. Much better than the ja
cket, he decided, forcing his eyes up from her breasts and back to her face.

  “We’ve got satellite television with all the channels, but I can tell you that a pretty stranger is much more entertaining.” He treated her to his most charming smile but it didn’t seem to work like it usually did on most women.

  “I need to speak with the owner. Do you think you could stop whatever you are doing—” she looked around pointedly as if to let him know she didn’t think he was doing much of anything before she continued, “—and go and get her for me?”

  What she’d said captured Jared’s attention even more than her sexy tank top had. He raised a brow. “Her? What makes you think the owner is a she?”

  She let out an annoyed sounding sigh. “I do my research. I know this farm is registered with the small business bureau as being a woman-owned business.”

  The question of why she was researching them remained unanswered. He was about to interrogate her further when the woman owner in question, his mama, stuck her head out of the kitchen door.

  “Jared, honey. The computer crashed again. When you come in for lunch maybe you can figure out why that keeps happening.”

  The pretty stranger glanced from his mother standing in the door of the house and then back to Jared. The look she shot him was full of suggestion. “Is that the owner?”

  “Yup.” He started walking toward the kitchen, resigned to the fact that this nosy but hot female was bound to follow.

  As anticipated, she practically jogged to keep up with him. “Are you and she…ah, you know? A couple?”

  He stopped dead and turned in horror. “No.”

  She shrugged. “It’s okay if you are, I’m just wondering.”

  Jared shot her another unhappy glance and then scowled all the way to the back door at her lewd suggestion.

  Okay, maybe if he took a moment to re-evaluate his mother the way a stranger might see her he wasn’t so shocked. Mama had been really, really young when she got married and started having babies. She’d just turned fifty, but she took good care of herself.