Page 14 of Rough Stock
“If that’s gettin’ started, I can’t wait ’til the grand finale,” she groaned as he stroked her, slowly at first, and then more purposefully. “Oh, god,” she moaned, her voice breathy and deep. “Oh, that’s… oh, god.”
He kissed the side of her neck. “Want me to stop?”
“Shit, no. Please, don’t stop,” she whined as he nipped her tender flesh. “Ohhhh, lord. Your fingers are magic, I swear.” To Jensen’s surprise, she cupped her own breasts and began to play with her nipples, unashamed of her arousal. It wasn’t something he was accustomed to seeing a woman do.
She wasn’t the kind of woman he was accustomed to being with, but he knew in that moment she was the woman he wanted to know more about, to be closer to, to spend more time with, and to bury himself in every time he got a chance. Something about Shyanna made him feel… hopeful. Inside her was determination, passion, and a toughness born of her survivalist nature. Most women would’ve given up, stayed in an abusive relationship, worked a menial job to get by, but Shyanna had a dream and she’d gone for it. Better yet, she wanted him, and she’d just walked right up and told him so. He never gave it a second thought when he said, “Shy, you’re the most impressive person I’ve ever met. Being here with you is a privilege.”
She almost scared him to death when she threw her hands up over her head, braced them on the wall, and screamed out as her back arched with her climax. Hips churning, her voice faded as the scream fell into a mute shriek, eyes squeezed tightly shut and head tipped back. If that was ShyannaOwens in the throes of passion, she was the most beautiful thing Jensen had ever seen. He watched her, trying hard not to blink. He didn’t want to miss one single second of her wild abandonment, relishing the release he’d given her and proud to be the man to do it.
At the same time, he realized he’d completely ignored the fact that he was as hard as a tree trunk inside her. His urge to pull back and bury himself in her over and over was just reinforced when she begged in a strangled, breathless voice, “Oh, god, please fuck me, Jensen. Please? I just want more of you.”
Jensen drew his hips back and plunged into her again. As he did, he held her face in his hands and peppered her lips with kisses, not the deep, tongue-filled ones they’d drowned in before, but rather something sweet and gentle, those tender little pecks that he hoped would tell her she was more than a passing fancy, not just someone to pound into and walk away from. When he nibbled her lower lip and she took his in her teeth, he let his hands slide down her neck and chest until he could tweak and twist her nipples with his fingers and thumbs, and the hisses she let loose told him he was doing exactly what he should. “Hard enough? Deep enough? Tell me what you need, Shy,” Jensen whispered into her lips. “Whatever you need, I want to give it to you, babe.”
“Ohhhhh. Oh, god. I’ve never… There’s nothing you could do wrong, Jensen. Nothing,” she whispered back, locking her hands behind his neck and grasping his hair with them. The little sparks of nerves firing in the roots of the strands sent a chill through his body and everything in his mind focused on the maleness between his legs. Hardening and tightening, hetried hard to hold on, to give her enough time, and she didn’t disappoint. As soon as her pelvis bucked against him, he dug down, slammed into her half a dozen times, and turned loose again.
The little trailer seemed quiet, but Jensen wasn’t sure?the pounding of his heart rang in his ears until he could barely hear Shyanna when she mumbled, “Oh, my god. I’m glad I’m not riding anything that bucks tomorrow. I think that might kill me.”
“You mean today.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“I said, you mean today. It’s like one thirty in the morning, Shy.”
“Oh, shit!” She tried to push away from him, but he held her firm with his hands clasped behind her waist. “I should go! I don’t want anybody seeing me come out of your trailer.”
Jensen hoped he hid the sadness he felt at those words. “Why?”
“Because they’ll give you even more trouble than they have already about standing up for me, and I don’t want that for you,” she said, then moved in and kissed him, a light little thing that was sweeter than it was hot.
“I don’t give a shit. I don’t care who knows. It’s none of their damn business, and if they’re going to give you grief, I’m going to want to know about it,” Jensen announced. He’d had just about enough. They didn’t know her. They didn’t understand what she’d been through. And she shouldn’t have to put up with anybody,anybody, giving her a hard time. She’d had enough of those. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn’t give her a chance. “Look, I don’t know how you feel. It doesn’t matter. I’m committed to you now. I don’t just fuck buckle bunnies and run around humping any cowgirl I meet. This isn’t something I take lightly, Shy. I don’t know where you want this to go, but I don’t want you to assume I’m just playing with you.This isn’t a game for me. I care about you or I wouldn’t have done this, no matter how hard you pressed.”
His heart trembled when her gaze dropped toward her chest and she ducked her head. “You’re the kind of man I’ve always dreamed about. No man wants to hook up long-term with a woman who rides bulls and broncs, but I’ll take however long you’ll give me. I want to be with you, Jensen. I don’t do this either, although I have to admit, I wouldn’t have many opportunities even if I were like that. Most of the guys… well, you’ve seen how they treat me. They don’t see me as a woman. They see me as a threat to their masculinity.” She stopped and looked up at him, her eyes soft. “I’m going into this without any expectations and when you’re done with me, I’ll understand. But it won’t be what I want.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. “Here’s what you can expect. I’m going to be right beside you. I’m not going to get tired of you, or be done with you, or decide you’re too much trouble. I can’t say the L-word yet, Shy, but I want to, and I eventually want to hear you say it to me too. But right now, let’s just concentrate on getting through every day in one piece, keeping you from getting the shit beaten out of you, and having some peaceful time to get to know each other, in bed and out. Sound good?”
Shyanna nodded and smiled. “Sounds great. Sounds like heaven. But I don’t want to make your life harder than it already is. Rodeo is a hard life, Jensen. I know that. It shouldn’t have to be harder.”
“It’ll always be easier with you in my life, babe.” It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t say it yet. They needed more time. He just hoped they’d get it.
Shyanna could tell Jensen was confused when her phone went off. “Wha-what’s that noise?” he asked, peering around through half-lidded eyes.
“It’s my phone. Alarm. Time to get up. I’ve got to go take care of Rhubarb. You should probably get up too and go see about your guys,” she said as she sat up, the sheet still pulled up and over her breasts.
And she giggled when Jensen grabbed it and pulled it down. It was hard to stay still when he leaned in and nipped her left nipple, but she managed. “I’d really rather stay here with you,” he groaned and slid his hand up her thigh.
“I’d rather stay here with you, but I can’t. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Standing beside the bed, she began picking up her clothes starting with her panties and making her way into the living area where she’d lost most of them. When she sat down on the sofa topull on her jeans, the ache between her legs made her suck in a breath, but she liked it?a lot. It was some kind of delicious. She could hear him moving around on the other side of the folding door, and she grinned to herself. JensenStrader was a man she never thought she’d have a chance with?long legs, long arms, tall, muscled up, and a gentleman unlike any other she’d ever met. Having someone who respected her as a person and didn’t just want her as a piece of ass when he was drunk would be something new for her, and he claimed he was interested in a relationship. That was more than she could’ve ever expected.
“Bye. See you later,” she told him as her hand grasped the latch on the door. But when she opened it, she hesitated long enough to peer out. No one else seemed to be moving about, so she wasn’t too afraid of being seen leaving his trailer. By the time she got to the barn, she’d braided her hair again and straightened her clothes.
Rhubarb was sleeping on her feet, and Shyanna just let her be. By the time she got showered and changed, her mare would be awake and hungry, so she made her way to her trailer. Thirty minutes later she was ready for the day and hoping to find something at the food trucks when she got there.
They didn’t disappoint. There was a chicken and cheese biscuit in her sack along with a hash brown patty, and the coffee smelled fresh and rich. She’d no more than sat down when a deep voice asked, “This seat taken?”
“By you,” she said with a grin as Jensen joined her. “Finally up and at ’em?”
“Yeah. I was up really late last night.”
“Oh, you were, were you? And why is that?”
