Page 13 of Rough Stock
“It doesn’t have to be. I like you too. I think we could have some kind of relationship. Not sure what, but some kind. And I’d like it if you were open to it.”
She sat there for a few seconds, obviously studying the idea. It wasn’t long until she sighed. “I dunno. Maybe. I mean, I’m open to it, but it’s never worked out before.”
“There’s a first time for everything!” he said, laughing and wiggling his eyebrows.
She didn’t laugh, but she did give him a big smile. “Guess that’s true. Night, Jensen. And thanks for the company.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming with me,” he replied. He’d tried to pay for her meal, but she wouldn’t hear of it. He was hoping the next time she’d let him. Hell, he was hoping there was a next time. “And if you need me for anything,” he threw out, “all you have to do is say so.”
She turned before she closed the truck door. “I will. Thanks again.”
“Any time. Night.” He watched as she strode to her truck, climbed in, and took off. Right behind her on the highway, he followed her to the arena grounds, then turned left to go to his trailer while she went straight. It took less than ten minutes to put away his laundry, so he decided he’d better check on Cobra and Snowman.
Both horses were sleeping, but Snowman roused and nickered softly when Jensen opened the upper half of his stall door. “Hey, big guy,” Jensen whispered to him, and he turned and stuck his head out the door. As Jensen scratched his nose, he nodded his head. “You’re a good boy. Get some sleep. I’ll be back early to take you out for exercise. Tell the old man over here,” he said, pointing to Cobra’s stall, “that I was here and said goodnight.” He handed the horse an apple treat and pushed his nose back until the upper half of the door could be closed. Wandering back to his trailer, he thought about the evening. Ithad been a lot of fun, and Shyanna was a lot different than he’d originally believed. Once they’d gotten their food and started eating, he felt like a teenager on a first date. She’d laughed and teased him, and the flickering candle on the table had made her eyes sparkle. He hoped he got a chance to go somewhere with her again soon.
Rounding the end of his trailer, he jumped a little when he realized someone was sitting on the steps. He was even more surprised when he realized who it was. “Shyanna?”
“Can I come in for a second?” she whispered.
“Uh, sure. Come on in,” he whispered back, not wanting the occupants of every other trailer around his to know he was up and moving around. As soon as he stepped in behind her and pulled the door closed, she rounded on him.
The frame of the tiny window in the door dug into his back as she pressed him against it. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” she whispered.
He’d never had a woman kiss him like that before and from his standpoint, it was pretty damn fantastic. Her lips were soft and warm, and she still tasted like tomato sauce and chianti. As soon as she tried to back down, he spun her, pressed her against the door just as she had him, and kissed her?hard. His kiss was met with another from her and pretty soon, it was hard to tell where one stopped and another started.
Ten minutes later, they were down to their underwear and still making out like nobody’s business. “What the hell made you come over here?” he asked her in gasps between kisses.
She pulled back and her eyes shone brightly when she answered, “Because when I drove away, I was so fucking turned on I couldn’t breathe. I take it you weren’t?”
“I didn’t say that,” Jensen said, afraid to answer. Truth was, he hadn’t been. He’d been concentrating too hard on keeping everything non-threatening and platonic, so it had neveroccurred to him to let that imagination of his run wild enough to harden him up. “I just didn’t want to push you, that’s all.”
“Push me now, Jensen. Push me down and take me,” Shyanna growled into his ear, and he almost lost it. The last woman he’d been with was a buckle bunny he’d never seen again, and that was five years earlier. That long, dry spell had been especially arid and desert-like. Having a woman like Shyanna ask him to make it rain was like asking Santa for a million bucks and getting two.
“You want me to push you down and take you? I can definitely do that, little girl,” he breathed against her neck as he backed her into the corner of the sofa. “But let’s forget about this little tiny sofa and get in that bed in there. It’s not a lot bigger, but it’s a helluva sight more comfortable.” Before he turned her loose, he reached behind her and pulled the elastic from her long, braided ponytail.
“Sounds good to me,” she said and nipped his neck. That sent him to a place he hadn’t been in a long time, aching and almost sweating with need. He climbed up off the sofa, took her hand, pulled her to standing, and swept her toward the bedroom. Her hands busied themselves finger combing out her hair, and its long, wavy beauty stunned him. As soon as she stepped in front of him, he reached out and slapped that beautiful ass. “Oooo, you’re feeling frisky, stallion,” she said, laughing, and her voice sounded like birds singing to Jensen.I’m getting laid!he sang inside his head.
They tumbled onto his little full-size bed and, in seconds, he divested her of her bra. Every fantasy he’d had about those tits came true with one look. They were round and firm, and her nipples were a shade of pink that made him think of the peonies his grandmother always had blooming in her yard. Everything about her made him hard, from her sloping, graceful hips, to those sweet, perfect breasts, and the scent of her arousal toldhim he was going to be very pleased before the night was over. As his fingers walked up the inside of her thigh, she grabbed his hand. “No.”
“What? You first,” he said, then leaned in and nipped her neck.
“No. We can do that later. Right now, I just need to be fucked. That’s what I want. Can you do that?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Can I do that? Can a rodeo matador survive forty-two concussions? I think I can manage,” he told her, his voice laced with sarcasm. He never had to say a word?she spread her legs, drew her knees up, and when he’d managed to roll on a condom, she made every inch of him welcome. And holy hell, it was a grand welcome too. Every stroke was encouraged with her gasps and moans, and Jensen was overwhelmed. It still didn’t make any sense that she’d shown up there and ordered him to fuck her, but she had, and he wasn’t going to take that for granted.
Twice as he powered into her he felt her tighten around him and cry out, and by the third time, he couldn’t hold back. Five years of sexual starvation was wiped away in a split second as he emptied himself into the latex and fell on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight. Shyanna’s arms encircled his neck and he felt her let go a huge sigh. “Jesus, girl, you’re beyond incredible.”
“That was… I don’t think I’ve felt this way in years, and I mean a lot of years,” she said with a giggle. “I think that was about the best I’ve ever had.”
Jensen slapped his hands onto the mattress, pushed himself up, and stared down into her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Eyes wide and wild, her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline and she stuttered out, “Wuh, uh, I-I-I-I mean it. That was… impressive. Very impressive.”
His brow wrinkled downward. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah, I’m serious. You’re good, really good.”
He was flabbergasted. Hell, he’d barely touched her and she thought he was good. “Sweetheart, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he whispered to her as he kissed her. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, and when he rolled them to their sides, she went with him. With a few kisses to assure her he wasn’t pushing her away, he moved back, still buried inside her, and let his hand trail down her soft belly, down her mound, and squeeze between them where they were joined. As soon as he touched that sensitive little piece of real estate, she gasped. “We’re just gettin’ started, babe.”
