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Turn and Burn_A Blacktop Cowboys Novel

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by Lorelei James


  “Why would we have to stop?”

  “Because you’ll want more from me. And I can’t give it to you. Then you’ll get resentful and pissy about it and take it out on me, even when I warned you ahead of time that’s how it’d be.”

  That was a harsh assessment. But she wasn’t too far off base. He’d been on the receiving end of that type of frustration. Whenever he got involved with a woman, he warned her up front that his job came first. He also let her know he was gone a lot and prone to cancel plans regardless of how long they’d been in place. The woman always assured him she understood. But she never did. First the little barbs would start. Followed by hostility. Then tears and accusations. Ending with the big breakup speech about what an inconsiderate asshole he was and no woman in her right mind would ever want to be with him.

  “Fletch?”

  He glanced into Tanna’s eyes. “Sorry. What did you say?”

  “What were you thinking about?”

  “Proving you wrong.”

  “And how do you plan on doin’ that?”

  He brushed his lips over hers. “By taking you outside and fucking you blind in my pickup. Then after I got us both off, at least twice, I’d head home. I wouldn’t even call you tomorrow.”

  She snorted.

  “Isn’t that what you want?” Fletch ran his palm over her ass, then up her spine. “An intimate connection only during sex? I can give you that.”

  “So no more bein’ friends?”

  “We can be friends, because I like you. But we’d be lovers too.” He brushed her hair from her shoulders. “Is that what you want?”

  She pressed her body against his and kissed the hollow of his throat.

  “Say it,” he demanded roughly. “Out loud. So I don’t misunderstand.”

  “I want you as more than a friend.”

  “And?”

  “And . . . how about if we test the suspension on your pickup right now?”

  He bent closer. “Only if you swear you’re not giving me another taste of how awesome it is between us and then you just run away again.”

  “I ran the morning after because it was supposed to be a one-night thing. Hot sex with a hot man. I didn’t expect that within a day of moving to Muddy Gap I’d see you.” Her fingertips grazed his smooth cheekbones. “And still want you.”

  The song ended. Keeping hold of her hand, he skirted the stage and led her out through the side door. He started toward his pickup at a good clip.

  Halfway there, Tanna said, “Stop.”

  When he whirled around to ask what was wrong, she launched herself at him.

  “Kiss me. I want you to fuck me but I want you to kiss me first, because you know how to kiss.”

  His mouth met hers immediately. Hungrily. Her tongue sought his, sliding and stroking. Her head moved to deepen the angle.

  Her hands were all over him. He wanted more. Skin on skin would be a good place to start. He forced himself to let go of her mouth. “Come on.”

  “My truck is right here.” And, he noticed, it faced away from the front of the bar. She unlocked the passenger door and said, “You first.”

  Fletch climbed in, grateful she had a big diesel that gave him plenty of room in the cab.

  She straddled his lap and slammed the door shut. She rested her forearms on his shoulders. “Now, where were we?”

  “About to get naked.”

  “Race ya.”

  Shirts off, he captured her mouth, kissing her with the same zeal that his hands used roaming her soft skin. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and then her abundant breasts were his for the taking. He released her mouth in tiny increments and followed the sexy curve of her neck down to her cleavage.

  “Put your hands on my knees and arch back.”

  She hissed, “Yes,” when his wet tongue lashed her nipple.

  He pushed her breasts together and used his mouth to drive her wild. Sucking her nipples as deep into his mouth as he could. Easing back to rub his face over the smooth globes. Using his teeth to nip the tips. Letting his thumbs caress the undersides of the heavy flesh. He buried his face in her cleavage. “I want to slide my cock here.”

  “Fletch. Please.”

  “Please what?” He lapped at her right nipple, watching as it pulled into a rigid point.

  “Please can we take off the rest of our clothes so you can fuck me?”

  “It’ll entail some maneuvering.”

  “I don’t think either of us are strangers to sex in pickup trucks.” Tanna leaned sideways and twisted until her shoulders were on the seat and her feet were on the passenger-side window. Raising her hips, she unbuttoned and unzipped, tugging her jeans to her knees.

  Fletch yanked them off the rest of the way. When he glanced up, she’d started shimmying her underwear down her thighs. Once the scrap of lace reached her knees, he bent down and latched onto them with his teeth, lifting her legs off the window one at a time to remove them.

  Laughing, she sat up. “Need help with your jeans?”

  “Nope.” Unbuckled and unzipped, he yanked his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He managed to keep his wits, even with a hot, naked woman squirming on top of him, and retrieved a condom from his wallet.

  Tanna snatched it from his fingers. “Let me.” She ripped it open and watched his eyes as she rolled it down his shaft. Then she kissed him crazily and tried to climb on.

  His hands on her hips stopped the motion. “I want you facing forward.” Fletch slid his hands down, his thumbs met her clit. “So I can touch you like this.”

  Lust returned to her eyes. “Oh. Good plan.” She spun around.

  “Hang tight for a second.” He scooted until his ass was half off the seat. Her feet were by his hips, her knees spread wide outside his. He held his cock at the base and aligned it with her soft, wet hole. “Reach for the dash.” Then he pushed into that tight heat. As soon as he was inside her fully, he brought his legs closer together.

  Her head lifted and moaned. “I like this.”

  “Thought you might.” He swept her hair aside, baring her skin. He dragged an openmouthed kiss from the ball of her shoulder to her nape. “Ride me, cowgirl.”

  Tanna lifted herself off his cock so just the head remained inside her. She pushed back, driving his shaft in fully. “How’s that?”

  “Awesome.” He nipped her ear. “Use me however you need to. You’ve got the reins.”

  She made a growling noise. Rocking back. Rolling forward.

  Watching the sinuous movement of her body—bliss. Feeling her wet pussy clamping down on his cock—such heaven that his toes clenched in his boots.

  He spread his hand over her pubic bone, following her slit down to where they were joined. Coating his middle finger with her juices, he placed it on her clit, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves as he kissed her back.

  The windows had fogged up. The seat squeaked with her every backward thrust. The air was filled with harsh breathing and the perfume of sex. They were in their own little world and it was a damn fine place to be.

  “Need it faster,” she panted.

  “Like this?” he murmured, using short, fast strokes.

  “Exactly like that. God, that feels good.”

  Fletch captured her left breast. Pinching her nipple with the same rhythm he flicked her swollen clit.

  Tanna gasped and threw her head back. Her cunt tightened in the sweetest, hottest pulses as her clit throbbed beneath his stroking finger. Her gasp became a long moan as the pleasure overtook her.

  Her movements slowed and Fletch took his cue from her. Backing off. Caressing her skin with his hands and mouth. “You’re so sexy, Tanna. Goddamn. I could come just from hearing you come.”

  She rubbed her cheek along his, the lower half of her body still. “How about if I help you with that?�
� She dislodged his cock and turned around to face him, tucking her knees under his armpits. Bracing her hands behind her on his thighs, she propelled herself forward.

  He hissed. “Sugar twang, that’s gonna do me in.”

  “Good. Show me. Lose control for me.”

  He bent closer, wrapping one hand around her nape to take her mouth, the other hand on her ass, urging her to move faster. Her upper torso was arched so that her nipples only brushed his chest every other roll of her hips. As hot and sexy and necessary as this quickie was, he wanted more of this. Wanted her arching and writhing beneath him. Her strong hands gripping his ass as he fucked her mindless. Her breathy moans hot in his ear as he teased and tortured her, bringing her to the edge again and again.

  Those images, along with the deep, steady thrusts, and her fingernails digging into his thighs pushed Fletch to the point he didn’t have another coherent thought in his head as he exploded in a white-hot burst of pleasure.

  Little nips to his jaw returned him from the hazy state of postorgasmic stupor.

  Tanna whispered, “Well, that took the edge off.”

  He laughed against her throat. “You up for more?”

  “Mmm-hmm. No goin’ back, remember?” She arched her neck, giving him full access. “Come home with me. Stay with me all night. And tomorrow. We won’t have to get out of bed at all.”

  “Sounds like heaven.” He didn’t break the mood by warning her that he could—and probably would—get called away at some point.

  She sighed and purred as he nuzzled the vulnerable skin below her jaw. “I don’t want you to stop doin’ that. Sweet baby Jesus, that mouth of yours is deadly. But I’m getting a cramp in my calf.”

  “So dismount.” Fletch kissed the tip of her chin.

  “Help me.”

  He clamped his hands on her ass to stabilize her. Why he held on to her ass and not her back to accomplish that task . . . well, he really loved her ass. Especially her naked ass.

  She scrambled into the driver’s side. Before she asked for her clothes, he handed them to her and kissed her bare arm and palmed her breast.

  “Unless you want the next go to happen in my truck again, you’d better stop touching me.” She snatched his wrist and rubbed his knuckles against her nipple. “I do like these big hands of yours and can’t wait to have them on me again.” She smooched his knuckles. “And again.”

  Christ. He was getting hard. “Soon enough. Do you have . . . ?” He pointed at his crotch.

  “Yep.” Tanna passed him a napkin from a fast-food joint.

  After ditching the condom, he righted his clothing. He glanced over to see her tucking in her shirt. “So, I’ll meet you at your place?”

  She frowned. “I know you can’t leave your vehicle here with all the horse tranquilizers and stuff, but why doesn’t it sound like you’ll be right behind me?”

  “Oh, I plan to get behind you at least once tonight.” He grinned. “But first, I’m goin’ back in to make sure the Mud Lilies gals have rides home. They really seemed to be ripping it up tonight. That worries me.”

  “You’re telling me,” she muttered. “And it’s sweet of you to be concerned about them.”

  “Just doin’ what I’d do for any friend.”

  Tanna smirked. “Well, not any friend, I hope. Not like what you just did to me, friend.”

  “Smart.” He kissed her hard. “Ass.”

  “I like that growly caveman side of you.” She sighed. “Don’t be long, okay?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  As Tanna waited for Fletch to show up, her bare feet beat a path in the linoleum and she wondered why she was so nervous. They’d had sex twenty minutes ago. And even then it hadn’t been the first time they’d been together.

  She’d brushed her teeth. She hadn’t taken her clothes off. Should she be wearing her satin robe and a smile?

  God. What was wrong with her? She never fretted about this stuff.

  An engine revved outside before it shut off. Tanna froze, listening to the sounds. A door slammed. Then heavy footfalls echoed across the deck. A pause at the door before he knocked.

  “Come in.”

  Then Fletch stood on the rug. His hands hung by his sides. He looked gorgeous with that hot, turned-on male glaze in his eyes. The flush to his cheeks. His ragged breaths. The bulge in his jeans.

  Tanna nearly lost the ability to breathe when he said, “Come. Here.”

  Her legs seemed to give out in the face of such passion as she plastered her body to his. Her fingers were in his hair, holding on as he kissed her with abandon. Fletch’s hands landed on her ass and he lifted her, urging her legs to wrap around his waist. He did all this without missing a beat, or a kiss or a step as he walked them down the hall to her bedroom.

  He didn’t toss her on the bed. He pressed her back against the door and broke the kiss.

  Tanna’s heart beat harder. No sign of the playful Fletch at all in the heated depths of his dark eyes.

  “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since the moment I woke up alone in that crummy motel room. Fucking you in your truck took the edge off. But I’m nowhere near done with you. And this time, there’s no rush.”

  She rubbed her cheek against his and whispered, “But I love it hard and fast.”

  “I’m gonna try my damndest to make you love it long and slow too.” Fletch kissed her again and lowered her feet to the floor. He popped each button on her shirt until it hung open and he tugged the material free and the blouse floated to the floor.

  Her fingers tightened on his biceps as his hot mouth cruised down the center of her throat. While his lips and tongue teased her breasts pushing out of her lacy bra cups, his palms slid to the front of her rib cage. One quick tug and he relieved her of her bra.

  Fletch eased back to watch her face as he bared her upper body. She had the unusual urge to cover herself seeing the intimate way he looked at her.

  “You’re perfect, Tanna.” He nuzzled and teased her breasts, using his hands, his mouth, the roughness of his beard bristle and the smoothness of his cheeks. Touching her everywhere except her nipples.

  She squirmed and arched, trying to force his mouth to brush the constricted tips.

  He buried his face in her cleavage, then he placed hot kisses in a line straight down her belly, dropping to his knees. Those big hands of his were so gentle on her hips. He brushed his warm mouth above the waistband of her jeans and kept making that same, maddeningly slow pass until her entire body quivered.

  “Take your jeans off,” he murmured against her skin. “Panties too.” Then he rested on his haunches, waiting for her to do his bidding.

  Tanna unbuttoned, unzipped and shoved the denim and lace panties to her ankles and kicked them aside. Her heart jumped and her body twitched when his rough-skinned hands landed on the inside of her thighs and pushed them farther apart.

  Fletch dipped his head and licked her slit. He made a growling noise and did it again. And again.

  On the fourth pass she instinctively put her hands on his head and pulled him away.

  But he dodged her hands and returned to where he’d been, focusing his swirling tongue round and round on her clit and then zigzagging that wickedly fast tongue to the entrance to her body and plunging it in deep.

  God, she loved this. So much. Except for the out-of-control feeling. Which she had right now. Her fingers gripped his hair and she nudged his mouth upward and off her tingling girl parts.

  He pulled back and looked up at her. “Is there a problem with me goin’ down on you?”

  Don’t blush. “Why—”

  “Because you are wiggling away from me like a damn worm on a hook and you keep shoving at my head.” His fingertips squeezed the tops of her thighs. “I remember you did that the first night we were together too. Am I doin’ something wrong?”

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p; She turned her head away.

  “Look at me.”

  Her eyes met his. “No. You’re not doin’ anything wrong. It’s me. It’s my problem. It just . . . feels so good and I’m always so wiggly. I get off so fast this way and it’s embarrassing.”

  Fletch rolled to his feet. His jeans-clad legs brushed her bare ones. His soft cotton T-shirt rubbed against her nipples and her belly. His mouth grazed her ear. “Then it’s my problem too. See, I want to spend a whole lot more time sucking, licking and kissing your pretty pussy. I don’t like it when you shove me away. I wanna stay right there, until you come all over my face.”

  Tanna made a soft whimper.

  “So, I’ve got a solution to help you with that squirminess issue . . . if you’ll trust me.”

  She buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry that I’ve already made this awkward.”

  “It’s only awkward if one of us leaves because we can’t handle the other’s . . . needs, for lack of a better word. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He kissed her, pulling her shoulders from the door and walking her backward until the creases of her knees hit the mattress.

  “Crawl up on the bed and stretch out.”

  Tanna tried to tune out the warning voices in her head as she scooted into the middle of the mattress. She stared at the ceiling and then Fletch was on all fours above her, wearing that wicked, wicked grin. The man moved as fast and quietly as a predator on the hunt. And his very posture screamed that he intended to conquer her.

  “Think sexy thoughts, sugar twang. Try and stay still. And close them pretty eyes.” As soon as she did, the bed jiggled.

  She braced herself for the warm swipe of his tongue or a soft suck. Maybe his callused fingertips would dance across her body. Thinking about all the possible sexy scenarios had the desired effect. Her mind and body were primed.

  So where had he gone?

  She heard him breathing in slow measured breaths. Then she recognized the scratch of a dresser drawer being closed.

 

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