Bucking Bareback

by Maggie Monroe

  I smiled. “Yes, we can start right now.”

  “Wait.” He paused. “You wanted to ask me about something from your meeting?” He crawled forward.

  “Rehearsals,” I whispered. “Let’s start with rehearsals.”

  I leaned against the arm of the couch as Ben’s hand slid between my thighs. If I had to play this part to help him prepare for the biggest role of his life, I wasn’t going to say no.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Ben

  I loosened the ties from Chelsea’s wrists and unlooped the ends from the bedpost. She smiled and rotated her wrists in circles. It had been three days. We had locked ourselves in my room, barely coming out for food or water. Lenny left trays of food by the door as if it was part of the Baldwin Ranch room service package.

  “You ok?” I looked at her wrists, hoping they weren’t bruised.

  She smiled. “Better than ok. That one was a yes.” She crawled toward me on the bed.

  I couldn’t explain it, and I doubted she could either. But ever since I had signed the contract to play Julian Love in Love & Bondage, we couldn’t get enough of each other. We had tried almost every scene in the book, improvising on some and getting creative on others. For three days, we had worn clothes only to answer the door, or if they were a prop needed in one of the scenes.

  Owning the decision for me to star in the movie had ignited something in our primal sides.

  “You realize we have to get back to the real world some time?” Chelsea teased.

  “I thought this was our real world.” I swooped her underneath me and feathered kisses along her collarbone.

  “Stop, stop.” She laughed. “I’m going to take a shower.” She rolled out from under me and sashayed to the bathroom.

  “Hey, what if we go out tonight?”

  “You mean out of the bedroom or the house?” she called over the shower water.

  “The house. I think we could use some air.” I ran a hand through my hair. Air was the last thing I wanted. All I wanted was her. She was my air, but something in the back of my head told me that maybe we needed to get out of the ranch walls for a while.

  The contract with Scott was signed. The contract with Heart Shock Studios for Love & Bondage was signed. According to Valerie, the foundation was running smoothly. Everything was back on track. But at some point, we had to emerge from our sex spell.

  “Sure. You want to take me to a real cowboy bar? I’ve been in Texas over a week and I still haven’t been to one.”

  “Yeah, baby. Let me show you Texas.” I smiled. Over the summer, she had taught me how to shag and introduced me to beach music. Now it was my turn. This girl was going to two-step.

  “Ok. I need a few minutes. Do you think Lenny would fix us something before we go out? I’m starving.”

  “Sure thing.” I punched the button on the intercom and called the kitchen. “What do you want me to tell him?”

  “Surprise me,” she called over the shower’s running water.

  “You got it.” I wasn’t sure after the past few days if that was even possible. She had been the one surprising me one move after another. Her adventurous side had never been more evident. I looked at the ties I had left on the sheets.

  “Yes, sir? Did you need something?” Lenny’s voice piped in through the speaker.

  “Yeah, could you fix us a quick dinner before we go out for the night?”

  “Certainly. What would you like?”

  “How about something with grilled chicken? Doesn’t matter what.”

  “Ok. I can come up with something.”

  “Thanks, we’ll be down in an hour.” I thought that would give Chelsea plenty of time to get ready—after I joined her in the shower first.

  ***

  There weren’t many places I could go near the ranch where people didn’t wait in line for autographs and pictures. The Gold’n Spoke was an exception. It was far enough outside the Austin city limits that it didn’t attract tourists. The locals who hung out there had seen me more than enough times to not get excited when I walked through the swinging doors.

  I led Chelsea by the hand and found a table on the outer edges of the wooden dance floor.

  “So this is a real cowboy bar?” Her blue eyes took in the scene.

  There was a band playing tonight. Lonely Roads. I hadn’t heard of them before. The whole damn bar was shouting and screaming to every note that came out of their mouths.

  “Yep, this is it. What do you think?”

  She smiled. “Looks like fun. That band must be popular.”

  “I’ll go get us some beers. Sit tight.”

  I pushed through the crowd and joined the line at the bar. It looked like everyone had turned out tonight. I threw a twenty in the tip jar and carried two beers back to the table.

  “Here you go.” I handed one to Chelsea.

  “Thanks.” I watched as her lips circled the mouth of the bottle.

  “You excited about going into the studio with Quinn tomorrow?”

  She nodded. “I am. The whole thing is surreal. I’m going to hear her sing one of my songs.”

  “I can’t wait to hear it. But, you know, I think we’ve been sidetracked the past few days. You needed some business advice, didn’t you?”

  “It’s no big deal.”

  I remembered how she had come to me a few days ago after her first meeting at Blue Steel. But all I could think about at the time was her and Love & Bondage. I felt like an ass for taking the spotlight away from her big moment.

  “It is a big deal. This is your first contract. Tell me what’s going on. I want to help you.”

  She sighed. “Ok, so it’s not about the music I’ve already written. It’s about what they want me to write.”

  I nodded, waiting to hear the entire story.

  “Brandon wants Quinn and me—mainly Quinn since she’s the face of the label—but anyway. He wants us to put out music that will bring the female listeners back.”

  “I don’t follow.” I swallowed the beer.

  “There were all these charts and reports. Brandon said they had focus groups and had done surveys. I don’t know. But they want us to make it more girl music. Not girl power, but whatever we can write that will speak to girls like us.”

  I listened to her words. She would pick up speed then slow down. I hated seeing her unsure of herself. Her music was beautiful. This was the nasty part of any business, breaking down artists who just wanted to make art.

  “Darlin’, I love your songs and a million other people are going to love your songs. Brandon has a business to run. God love ‘em, and I get it. But that doesn’t mean you have to write music that isn’t still important to you. Look at me. I’m a brand, a damn label because that’s how the game’s played.”

  “But I don’t want to play a game. I just want to write. That’s all.”

  The look in her eyes had me convinced I should buy my own music label tomorrow and let her write whatever songs she wanted. This was pure garbage. Hell, it was insane.

  “Chelsea, you are talented and they want that talent, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to once your contract is up. I think sticking with Quinn is the way to go to start with. She’s strong and she doesn’t usually bow down to the boys club, if you know what I mean. If you’re looking for my opinion on whether you should write these songs, I think you can do it and still be you.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course I do. I think you can do anything. You have the one hundred percent Ben Baldwin seal of approval.”

  “She wants to start writing together next week, as soon as the current songs are recorded. It seems kind of fast.”

  “Speaking of that.” I leaned closer so she could hear me over the steel guitar. “You know I have to leave to start the movie shoot.”

  “I knew it was coming up, but when do you have to go?”

  “Next week.”

  She bit her lip. “That soon?”

  “Yeah, darlin�
�. I know it’s soon, but I want you to stay at the ranch while I’m gone. I can fly back and forth on breaks, and maybe even fly you out when you and Quinn wrap up. How does that sound?”

  “Well, I had kind of thought about getting my own place in Austin. Everything I have is still back at the beach house, but if things work out with Blue Steel, I was planning on moving to Texas.”

  I beamed. “Then just move your stuff into the ranch. You don’t need some place in town that’s going to be forty-five minutes away. The ranch is plenty big for both of us, don’t you think?” I waited for her to see how perfect this plan was.

  “I-I don’t know, Ben. Isn’t this kind of fast? And I can only imagine what my father would say.” Her eyes drifted toward the band.

  “Hayden knows you’re a grown woman. You have a job, your own money, and you’ve got me. It doesn’t make sense for us to live apart. Besides, I’m going to be gone a lot for the next three months, so the ranch is going to be just sitting there. Who will Lenny cook for?” I winked, hoping I could charm her into this idea. I didn’t like the thought of leaving her behind while I shot the movie, but it felt better thinking about her sleeping in my bed while I was gone.

  “Think of it this way. You’ll have all the added security, and I won’t have to worry every second of the day. What do you say?”

  Her eyes met mine. “I’ve never lived with anyone before. It just seems like a big step. A really big step. Have you?”

  “Have I what?” I knew where she was headed.

  “Seriously? Don’t dodge the question. I’m asking if you’ve lived with someone before, or would this be the first time?”

  I didn’t consider my nonstop traveling with Rebecca living together. Or the apartment I’d shared with a young actress in L.A. as part of a friends-with-benefits situation. Those were different. Rebecca and I were on the move so much that we only ever stayed in hotels together. But looking back on it, I realized we were seldom apart. That was, until she went to Hawaii. I knew what kind of shampoo she used, her favorite TV shows, and the threadbare old T-shirt she liked to wear around the hotel room. Somewhere in the dictionary, that probably qualified as living together.

  “Ben?” Chelsea waited for an answer.

  “Not like this. I’ve never had this conversation and I’ve never asked a girl to move into the ranch with me. This is different. It’s you.” I reached for her hand, massaging her fingertips where the beer bottle had left traces of cold.

  “Can I think about it?” Her question surprised me.

  “I guess so.” I took a swig of beer. “But what did you have in mind? Long distance? You going back to the island? Me here? Me in L.A.? Trying to squeeze in time between the studio and my movie?” My voice escalated and I knew the table next to us had probably overheard my side of the argument.

  “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far. I was only supposed to be here a few days and I’m already past that. I don’t know what to think right now.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “It just feels like we started over again and it’s good. I don’t want to make the wrong choice.”

  I instantly regretted pushing her. I hadn’t meant to sound angry, but the thought of spending time apart had gotten under my skin. I wanted to see those eyes every morning when I woke up. I wanted to kiss her whenever I wanted. I had already jeopardized that by lying to her once, and the loss almost broke me. Letting her go was not an option.

  “How about we dance? We can figure this out later.” I stood and reached for her hand.

  “You sure?”

  “Darlin’, come on. You and me out on the dance floor. I need to see that pretty smile again.”

  She slid out of her seat and followed me through the sea of dancers.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body against me until I could feel her heart beat against my chest. This was what I wanted. Chelsea. I was going to figure out a way to make sure she never slipped away again. Tonight, that started with a slow song on a Texas dance floor.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Chelsea

  Three months seemed like an eternity as I faced the suitcases lining the hallway outside of Ben’s bedroom. My eyes stung from the salt ready to splash over with full tears, but I had managed to keep them hidden all morning. I could get through one more hour.

  Ben walked toward me. He was giving Nan instructions on running the ranch while he was gone. I knew she must be more than capable given what she had accomplished during the summer when he was hiding out on Brees Island.

  He stopped in front of the bedroom door. “All right, Nan. You holler if you need anything, or if this one gives you trouble.” He slung his arm around my shoulder.

  “We certainly will, sir. Have a good time on the set.” Nan smiled weakly then turned toward the staircase.

  I still wasn’t sure she had warmed up to me, despite my trying to be polite and cheerful every chance I got. Nan was always pleasant but seemed to hold back on our exchanges, as if I was a temporary guest she tolerated with her best manners.

  “Think I’m all packed.” Ben looked at the luggage.

  “I never knew you could pack so much. Didn’t you only have one bag at the Sand Dollar?”

  “True. But this is different. It’s work. I have to have press wardrobe and event suits. L.A. isn’t like Brees.” He looked sad as he said it. “When I’m not on the set, Scott has me booked on every talk show in town.” He kicked the edge of a suitcase lightly.

  He pulled me into the bedroom and closed the door behind us, locking it. “Have you made a decision about moving in while I’m gone? I can have a moving truck at your place, ready to pack you up tomorrow. I’ll fly Cindy and Hayden out so you can spend time with them. Just say the word.”

  I didn’t know how my mom and dad would react to such an offer. I knew Ben wanted me to say yes. Ever since our night at the dance hall, he had dropped hints, given me a set of keys, and made sure everyone on the ranch knew I wasn’t a short-term visitor. Something was still holding me back. I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear.

  Part of it was my parents. They would never support me moving in with him. Despite my father’s habits, he wasn’t going to allow his daughter to shack up before marriage. But it was something more than just them. I hadn’t figured the other part out yet.

  “I’m going to stay here while I work on the album with Quinn. You know that.” I sat on the edge of the bed. He was right. It didn’t make any sense to get an apartment right now.

  “That’s not what I mean. I want to know you’re going to be here when I come home. Baby, come on. All of this—” he waved his arms around “—is yours. All of it.”

  “I will be here when you’re finished with the movie. I just don’t know about living together. I think we should take it slowly. You have the movie. I have the album. There’s a lot going on right now and we don’t need extra pressure.”

  He brushed the hair off my shoulder. “You know I’m completely in love with you, don’t you?” I felt the warmth of his lips brush along my neck. “There’s no pressure in that.”

  I nodded, not able to say anything.

  “I’m not giving up on this, Chelsea.” He turned me so that I was facing him. “When the movie wraps, you are moving in here with me.”

  I knew that look in his eyes. It was the same one he gave me in bed, when he was determined to get what he wanted. It was pointless to argue with him right now.

  Before I could protest or start my slow-down speech again, his mouth was on mine. I felt myself falling back on the bed.

  “Now, we have one hour until I’m getting on a plane for California.” His hand moved under my T-shirt. “Let’s do something we can both dream about tonight.”

  “Like what?” I teased.

  He stripped the shirt over my head. His hands were immediately on my jeans. I lifted my hips as they slid down my hips and onto the floor.

  Ben kissed behind my ear as my nipples perked. His voice was low and sexy. �
�Should I tie you up again?”

  My eyes flashed to his. “Yes,” I whispered. I loved how it felt to belong to him. The way he worshipped my body. The way he sent one electric wave after another through my core.

  He reached in the bedside table and revealed a long silk tie. He held it as I held my wrists forward. He wound the fabric around before securing it with a tight knot against the bedpost. I could wiggle and move but there was no breaking away from the bed.

  He grinned as his jeans joined mine.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He threaded his shirt over his head and I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of his chest. Rippled and toned. Still tan from the days on the beach.

  He was perfect. And he was mine.

  His hands roamed my body, making me gasp at every turn. He twisted my nipple, while his fingers slipped over my clit, tugging enough to make me arch my back.

  I wanted more, but I couldn’t grab him. Hold him. Push him.

  He pushed his fingers inside my pussy and I moaned with relief. But as soon as I felt the build of my orgasm he withdrew them, sliding my thighs to the side.

  I was bare. Exposed. His.

  I was like a live wire. My body was worked up. He touched and toyed, but never gave me what I wanted—him.

  I panted. “Please, Ben,” I begged.

  My hips swayed from side to side as he made a figure eight from my thigh, over my clit and to the other thigh. I bit my lip. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  I tugged at the restraints on my wrists. I just wanted to touch his sculpted body. I wanted to dig my nails into his back as he slid inside me. I was breathing erratically.

  “Fuck me, or I’m going to die,” I breathed.

  His eyes turned to complete smolder and I knew he felt the same way.

  His cock bobbed between my legs. The vein running the length of his shaft a deep purple, pulsing with uncontrollable want.

  His hands landed on mine, tangled in the silk tie as his cock drove into my pussy with a powerful thrust.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered.

  It felt good. Too good. I had nowhere to go. His body covered mine. He kissed me with the kind of fever that blistered my lips.