Sophie hums, nodding. “So, what did the wunderkind do?”
“Well, that night, after I’d made sure my prize check was locked away, a couple of the guys threw me a party. Someone got a couple of kegs of Coors Light, and we started drinking.”
“Coors Light?” Sophie asks, wincing. “Kidding; it’ll do.”
“Oh, it gets better. About a keg and a half in, one of the guys, a real old hand named Fred Livingston, says there’s a traditional challenge for first-time winners . . . or else you’re deemed a pussy for the rest of your life. Of course with me being nineteen and drunk, I wasn’t going to back down.”
“I’m guessing that’s where the bull comes in.”
I nod, laughing. “They found the biggest, baddest bull in the pens that night and set him up for me, and five minutes later, I was on his back . . . naked. No hat, no boots, nothing but my glove that everyone wears unless you want to lose the skin off your palm. They pulled the gate, and . . . it was the worst pain I’ve ever had in rodeo.”
“Really?” Sophie asks, laughing. “Why?”
“Things got . . . crunched between me and the bull,” I explain without actually explaining. “There’s a reason we wear tight jeans. At least, those of us who want to have functioning equipment later on.”
Sophie’s eyes twinkle, and as our dinners arrive, she sips her wine. “Well then, I’m glad you only did that stunt once.”
This is a new sensation, walking Sophie up to her front door at the end of our date. I’m fighting with myself. Half of me wants to be the not-quite-bad-but-naughty guy that she’s played around with and keep last night’s promise to shove her in her house, rip that pink dress off her, and fuck her until she screams my name and walks funny for three days. But there’s another side of me that knows she deserves more than a hard, fast fuck before I burn rubber and drive home.
The revelation hits me like a punch in the gut. Regardless of what she deserves, I want more than that with her. I want both the naughty and the nice, to fuck her, fill her, and then hold her in my arms till she’s ready to do it again. I don’t need to go home to sleep before tomorrow starts; I just need to possess Sophie, and I’ll have energy for days as she electrifies me from my cock out to my limbs.
I’m shaking with need as she unlocks the door and turns to face me, biting her lip. In her eyes, I can see the same war in her mind, and it answers my questions. Don’t care how, I want the whole world now.
“So, you coming inside, Cowboy?” Sophie asks, playing with her keys.
I smirk and take her keys away from her. “Darlin’, I’m coming anywhere and as many times as you’ll let me.”
Even though I probably shouldn’t, even though this isn’t the respect a woman like her deserves, I push her inside. She goes willingly as I shut the door behind me and attack her with my lips, cupping her face in both hands as I devour her.
Pushing her against the wall of her tiny entryway, I pin her with my body, growling in her ear, “Where?”
Sophie twists her head away enough to take a big breath, the lust visible in the light from the lamps she’s left on while we went to dinner. I’m just about to ask if she’s okay when she pushes me away, lets out a big whoop, and runs off down the hall. “C’mon, Cowboy!”
I can’t pass up a chase this much fun, and I take off after her, laughing all the way. Barreling through the last door on the right, I freeze in the doorway to see Sophie standing in the middle of the bed, her heels kicked off somewhere along the way and her pink dress riding up her thighs so that the lacy bit at the hem shows me the black panties she has on underneath.
Her face is flushed, a playful, seductive light dancing in her eyes as her chest heaves, more from anticipation than the quick sprint down the hall. “Well, you found me. Now what?”
My cock hardens instantly, lust overwhelming me as I shrug off my suit coat. “Soph . . . I ride bulls for a living, but you in that pink dress, looking all bright-eyed and sexy, knowing that your pussy is wet just for me,” I rasp, my voice overcome with lust and desire, “you make me want to charge at you like I’m the damn bull, grab you, throw you to the bed, and pound into you . . . wild like an animal.”
As I talk, I stalk her, slowly walking into the room to get closer to her, get her within arm’s reach. Her eyes follow me, her thighs trembling as her body’s caught between wanting to run and wanting to give in. Suddenly, she freezes like the prey she is, holding up a hand. “Stop.”
It takes all my self-control, but I fucking do it. I stop exactly where I am, eyes meeting hers, my plea silent but just as loud in the room. Sophie reaches a hand up along her side, finding a zipper I hadn’t even noticed along the seam of her dress, and tugs at it slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.
“What are you doing, Soph?”
“Preparing myself . . . this bull ride is going to be naked too,” she says, slipping her arms out of the little sleeves at her shoulders, and the loosened dress falls to her feet, where she steps daintily out of it, leaving her in the middle of the bed in a black lace bra and panty set.
The first things I notice are the bows. There are tiny pink bows at the center of her cleavage and on the sides of her panties, with a larger one right above her mound. Little bows, like presents waiting to be unwrapped. I realize she is a precious gift, but one that isn’t supposed to be treated gently. No, this is a precious gift that’s supposed to be taken to the limit and then pounded into total submission. It makes my cock swell . . . and I know I’m the man she needs.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Soph. Like a real-life sex dream.”
She blushes even more, and I wonder if she’s never had someone tell her just how amazing she is. I reach down to undo my belt, a smooth black leather one that I’ve only worn with this suit. Next I unbutton my shirt because if she’s getting naked, I’m damn sure getting naked too. Just polite, after all.
Her eyes roam my body, and she licks her lips unconsciously as she looks over my chest and stomach, all the muscles tight and highlighted against my skin. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I move to the closure on my pants and hear her breath catch, and she whispers to herself, “Showtime.”
“This what you want to see?” I ask, letting my pants drop, leaving me in just my underwear. “Say the word; it’s all yours, Soph.”
She nods her head, her eyes wide and her chest heaving sexily in her bra, the bow shaking in the movement. “Show me, James. Let me see your cock, all hard for me tonight like it was before. But this time, we’re gonna be even, you hear me? I want it, and I want you.”
“Then get ready.” I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and slip them down, tugging the elastic out to let my cock pop free. Sophie’s eyes widen as I take my shaft in hand, giving myself a few strokes, precum already glistening on the tip. “What do you think?”
She nods, unable to form words as she bites her lip again in that way that has my cock pulsing in my grip. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I shuck what’s left of my boots and pants, virtually springing across the bed for her the instant I’m naked.
She giggles and bounces as she plops onto the mattress. I reach for her. “Even time,” I growl as I gather her in my lap to straddle me, my arms wrapping around her and kissing her mouth quickly before moving down her body to slip the strap of her bra down and plant kisses all along her shoulder. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Guess you’ll just have to help me then, Cowboy,” she purrs, running her hands over my chest. “I’m busy.”
I unclasp her bra and toss it to the side of the bed before pressing our chests together and growling at the feel of her smooth skin against me. She bucks, rolling her hips as she starts riding my bare cock through her lacy panties, and I need to be inside her.
Reaching down, I find one of the bows on the side of her pretty panties and pull, feeling the thin lace and silk rip from her body. Sophie gasps, her fingernails scratching at my chest. “Oooh fuck. I liked those . . .”
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�I’ll buy you a new pair,” I reply, tugging them the rest of the way free. As soon as they’re out of the way, though, she goes back to slipping and sliding against my cock, teasing me. Knowing I’m just on the edge of entering her, I reach down, stopping her hips with the last of my will. “Soph? You ready?”
She nods, and I lift her hips, positioning myself at her entrance and letting her coat me with her honey again before pulling her down, slowly making her take every inch of my cock in one thrust.
Sophie sits back, her fingernails digging into my chest as she moans thickly. “Oh my God, James. Yes . . .”
She stays still for a moment, letting my cock stretch and fill her totally before lifting her hips, moving up and down along my length and driving me crazy as she rides me. I lean back, not lying down yet to keep her close, one arm behind to support me and the other free to roam and tease her nipples and her clit. Sophie whimpers, and I reach around to smack her ass, making her cry out in pleasure.
I bend my knees to get some leverage as I pound into her from below, our hips meeting in loud slaps with each driving thrust. Sophie’s body quakes, and she grabs my shoulders, rolling her hips and grunting deep in her chest as she lets her desire flow.
“Ride me, Sophie,” I command her, smacking her ass again before putting my hand on her low back to help support her. “Take my cock just like you want it. You’re gonna ride me so hard that you’re going to come harder than ever before. You want that?”
She cries out, nodding, and I can tell she’s getting tired, but I’m not done with her, not by a long shot. I reach under her arms, wrapping my hands up to her shoulders, and pull her to me, pumping my hips slowly and forcefully, grinding her clit against me at the bottom of every stroke.
Sophie is keening, groaning as she breathes in and out, begging. “Please, James . . . I’m so close.”
I nibble on her neck, rasping in her ear, “Touch yourself, Soph. I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy, let your silk walls squeeze me tight, but I need you to rub that needy little clit so I can hold your shoulders and pump into you. Rub it and come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up like you want. Do it, Soph.”
She wails, both hands reaching into the tight space between us, one hand pulling herself open wide, and I feel myself sink inside her just a little more before her other hand blurs across her clit. I hold her tight, hammering into her and trying to wait for her, but I can’t, it’s too good.
“Oh fuck, Soph . . . I’m coming!” I cry out, and I feel her walls squeeze me even tighter before starting to flutter as her own orgasm takes her, her voice raw as she moans my name in my ear. It draws me out, making my pleasure even more, and I hold her, bucking my hips hard as my cock erupts. I keep going, helping her ride it out as long as possible before she collapses onto me and I hold her tight.
“Shit, woman,” I rasp, stroking her dark hair softly as she’s overcome with shudders. I can feel it, too, that type of orgasm that’s so hard it was more than physical—it was emotional too. “That was . . . that was . . .”
I’m speechless, not knowing what to even call . . . that. Sophie does, though. “That was fucking perfect. Wow.”
I laugh lightly. She’s right. It was wow, it was perfect, and I can’t wait to do it again. “Hope you’re not done yet. I’ve got plenty of energy saved up for you.”
Sophie grins and climbs off me, removing the little that was left of her panties. “You kidding? I’m not done; I’m just going to get some water and a warm washcloth to clean us up.”
We spend the rest of the night tussling and wrestling and laughing in her bed before fucking and coming over and over. The more we go at it, the more we please each other. Finally, we collapse sometime in the early morning hours, sated and exhausted and smiling.
Fuck it. Luke can let the cows out in the morning.
CHAPTER 13
SOPHIE
“You sure you have to go?” I ask as James adjusts his pants. “I think you look good even in a day-old suit.”
James, who rolled out of bed a half hour ago to grab a quick shower, chuckles. “I’m already late. If I’m not there in time to help with the barn work, I’m never going to hear the end of it from Luke.”
“And Mark’s going to frown so hard his ass is going to crack,” I joke, making James laugh and nod. “Okay . . . well, can I at least get you a coffee?”
“I don’t know—”
“In a thermos,” I promise him, heading for the kitchen. “You can drink it on the way.”
He chuckles warmly. “Woman, keep it up, and you’re going to domesticate me.”
His answer makes an unexpected flurry of warm tingles in my belly, and I hurry a little bit more. I figure it’s the least I can do, considering we were both up damn near all night.
After he leaves, giving me another thrilling kiss in the doorway, I try to nap for another hour before I have to get up to get dressed for work. Today’s the last day I need to attend to Briarbelle and her foal, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen after that.
It makes me a little nervous. After today, I’m not going to have a built-in reason to go see James every day, sit at Mama’s dinner table, and catch up on the day. I don’t even know if Mama Lou will be so welcoming when I go from “vet helping out” to “hussy who’s taking up her baby boy’s time and probably corrupting him.”
It hits me that in just a short week, I’ve come to depend on that routine, the connection with the Bennetts being the sign of a day well worked. Can I adjust back?
James had just whispered that he’d see me this afternoon after that quick, albeit steamy, kiss goodbye this morning, so I guess I’ll see what he says today, because I definitely want a repeat of last night.
Getting myself ready finally, I swing by Doc’s house and pick him up. He hops in, already spry and awake, apparently having gotten much more sleep last night than I did.
Doc is at least polite enough to overlook my double yawn as he puts on his seat belt and turns to me, a very satisfied look on his face. “Good morning. Guess what?”
I barely restrain my juvenile response of “chicken butt,” automatic after years of college with twelve-year-old boys trapped in twenty-year-old men’s bodies, but luckily my brain not firing on all cylinders serves me well in the moment, and I manage to respond more appropriately. “What?”
“We’re out in the field today!” Doc says, a note of glee in his voice at the prospect. “You ready?”
I grin. There’s nothing better than getting out of the office and working a day in the sun. “Absolutely! Where to?”
After a quick trip to the office to grab our supplies and for Doc to change into boots, I follow his directions to a farm on the other side of the mountain. Along the way, he fills me in about a rancher who bought a group of pigs that need exams before he mixes them in with his other swine.
“He bought them from a supplier that he hasn’t worked with before, and he wants to make sure he’s got good stock on his hands. Full checkups on six pigs, ranging in ages from piglets to full porkers, two males and four females. You should be an expert on healthy pig exams by this afternoon . . . assuming they’re all healthy.”
He says the last part with a little bit of a question in his tone. I glance over at him, feeling mischievous. “Is it evil if I want something to not be one hundred percent? Just a little challenge to my skills, an extra bit of training? Nothing serious, mind you. I’m not a monster. Besides, I love baby pigs; they’re just too cute with the way their noses wrinkle up and everything. Just want to test myself.”
Doc laughs, shaking his head. “No, that ain’t wrong. Keeps us all fresh. If all we ever saw were healthy animals, we wouldn’t know what to do when one needed help. These will likely be just fine, though, but don’t let preconceived ideas taint your exams, because you never know what you’ll find.”
“Good advice. Gotcha, Doc.”
“One other piece of advice,” Doc says, looking me over. “Get yourself a set of hip waders
like fly fishermen use for days like this. Pigs aren’t like horses or cows . . . those jeans of yours aren’t going to be any good for the office after today.”
“Damn,” I grumble, looking down. “I liked these jeans too.”
We spend the day in the barn, hip high in hogs as we check them over, snout to hooves, scanning paperwork from the previous owner and vet and updating some vaccines for the animals. There’s nothing wrong with them, and the farmer, a rather truculent old sot named McAndrews, questions everything. “You sure, Doc? That sow just don’t look right to me.”
“Angus, that sow is just fine,” Doc reassures him, just as he has for every other pig so far. “Her having brown patches on her teats is just her normal coloration, not a sign of disease, I assure you.”
McAndrews nods. “Alright, I trust you. I’ll get out of your way so you can do your job,” he says, and he leaves us.
Picking up a bright-pink baby with the world’s most angelic eyelashes, I coo, chuckling. This is my favorite part, just petting them and giving the animals a little love and affection. I’ve been lucky that most large animals seem to respond to me, calming and settling even as we handle, poke, and prod them.
It’s for their own good, but they don’t know that, so a comforting and soothing presence helps them not be so scared. It’s late in the day by the time we finish and head back to town.
I drop off Doc, and as he gets out, he stops to lean in the open driver’s side window. “Great job today, Sophie. Today’s Briarbelle’s last dose, too, right?”
“Yes sir, it is. No signs of infection in her or Polka Dottie. I don’t think they’ll need any further care.”
Doc hums, pleased. “Polka Dottie, huh? I like it, suits her just fine. Alright then, you’ve worked hard and done great all week. Head out there today to check on Briarbelle. Sorry it’s so late today.”
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