Chapter Ten
Gage had never really thought of himself has having a gift for seduction but given the fact that he had Sierra in his hotel room and there were only two things they could do, make love or talk, he was leaning toward making love.
And the last time, the way he’d left made him want to make things up to her. And to himself.
He couldn’t walk away from Sierra. He was surprised at how much he needed her. He had always had big appetites and been obsessive once he found something he liked. And he certainly liked her.
“So…about dads,” she started and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
He knew that if he made this physical then his emotions would recede. And this could be a passionate memory for him to look back on years from now.
Her rich brown hair was caught up in a clip so he reached up and took the clip out of it and fanned it out around her shoulders.
“So, you don’t want to talk?” she asked.
“I can’t,” he said. He stepped back. “Do you want to go?”
“Are you crazy?” she asked. “But if we do this…I’m not going to wake up alone again am I?”
“No,” he promised.
She looked so sophisticated and pretty. In his entire adult life he’d never fit in with her. He was a bull rider and a roughneck. And as he caught a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror over the dresser he felt stronger that she was too good for him.
She’d just asked him if he was going to stay after they had sex… Did he really think he would?
“Why are you here with me?”
She turned in his arms and looked up at him. “I like you. A lot. I think I first started to fall for you when I watched you on TV getting ready for your debut. I…I knew who you were. This cute, up-and-comer that Montez Denim wanted to sponsor and then everything blew up and you disappeared and I forgot about you, Gage, until this year when you were back.
“I guess you were always on my radar. What happened in Sacramento just made me realize there is so much about you I don’t know. And I want to know more about you. But only if you are interested in staying.”
“I am.”
“Promise?”
The hint of vulnerability in her voice got him right in the gut and he knew he couldn’t walk away again.
“Promise.”
He drew the zipper down at the side of her body and watched as the red material gaped open. He slipped his hand under the fabric and touched her skin.
Her breath caught and she shifted in his arms, moving back to put some space between the two of them. He reached between them and drew her hands up to the first button on his shirt.
Staring into her wide green eyes he saw the shyness that was so much a part of her melt away as her fingers brushed against his chest.
Blood rushed through his veins, hardening in his groin and starting a fire in him as she started unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers were long and cool against his skin as she worked her way down his body. When she finished unbuttoning the shirt she pushed it open and he shrugged out of it.
He flinched as she touched one of the bruises on his ribs from a fall he’d taken in El Paso during qualifying.
He watched her and his jeans felt too tight. She brushed her tongue against his nipple. He canted his hips forward and put his hand behind her head, urging her to keep going.
“How did you get this bruise?” she asked, her tongue tracing over the skin under his left nipple.
“Took a tumble during qualifying. Guess you were too pissed at me to watch,” he said.
“No. Not pissed. Just didn’t trust myself to stay away from the tour if I watched you ride, so I’ve been avoiding it.”
“How’d that work for you?”
“I’m here now. So how do you think?” she asked. She had one hand braced on his chest as she leaned over him.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed and sat down so that she straddled him. He leaned up and kissed her lips.
“I’m sorry. I went to look for you after my finals ride in Sacramento but you were gone.”
“It’s okay,” she said, leaning down to lave the spot with her tongue. “We don’t have to keep going over it.”
He kissed her again, letting his mouth move down the column of her neck. He’d hurt her without meaning to. Something that he couldn’t do again.
She shrugged her shoulders, pulling her right arm out of the dress. The bodice loosened and the other sleeve slid down her left arm until the dress was pooled at her waist. She wore those strapless bra cups that were clear in color. He could see her breasts clearly and yet as he reached up to touch them, he felt only fabric and not the sweetness of her flesh.
He stroked his finger around her breasts. She shivered in his arms and rocked against him. His erection got even harder and he rubbed it against her core. He lifted his hip to tip her body up toward him. He traced the edge of her bra with his tongue.
He rubbed his hands over the length of her naked back. Enjoying the feel of this warm woman in his arms.
She put her hands on his shoulders and eased her way down his chest. She traced each of the muscles that ribbed his abdomen and then slowly made her way lower. He could feel his heartbeat in his erection and he knew he was going to lose it if he didn’t take control.
But another part of him wanted to just sit back and let her have her way with him. When she reached the edge of his pants, she stopped and glanced up his body to his face.
Her hand went to his erection, stroking over his straining length. He reached up and removed the bra she still wore and then lifted her slightly so that her nipples brushed against him.
He shoved the fabric of her dress up to her waist and out of the way. He caressed her thighs. Her skin was soft and his calloused hands felt rough in comparison. He brushed his fingertips across the crotch of her panties, feeling the warm, wet lace. He slipped one finger under the material and paused for a moment.
He pushed the fabric of her panties aside and lightly traced the opening of her body. She was warm and wet and so ready for him. It was only the fact that he wanted her to come at least once before he entered her body that enabled him to keep his own needs in check.
She shifted against him and he entered her body with just the tip of one finger. He teased them both with a few short thrusts.
“Gage…” she said, her voice breathless and airy.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“Enough of this foreplay.”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, pushing his finger deep inside of her.
“That will do,” she said, her hips rocking against his finger for a few strokes before she was once again caught on the edge and needing more.
“Gage, please.”
He pulled his finger from her body and traced it around her clit. Her eyes widened and she rocked her hips frantically against him. She leaned backward as he caught the tip of one breast between his lips. She braced herself with her hands on his thighs.
He turned his head and drew her beaded nipple into his mouth. Suckled her deeply as he plunged two fingers into her body. He kept his thumb on her clit as he worked his fingers deep inside her until she threw her head back and called his name.
He felt the tightening of her body against his fingers. She kept rocking against him for a few more minutes and then collapsed against him.
He kept his fingers inside of her body and slowly started building her toward the pinnacle again. He tipped her head toward his so he could taste her mouth. Her lips caressed his and he reminded himself to take it slow because Sierra wasn’t used to him. But one taste of her lips and he was out of control.
He nibbled on her lips and held her at his mercy. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she leaned up, brushing against his chest. Her nipples were hard points and he pulled away from her mouth, glancing down to see them pushing against his chest.
She held his shoulders and moved onto him, rubbing her center over his erection.
He reached between them and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. She moaned as he brushed the tip of his cock against her humid center.
She reached between them and touched him. Her small hand navigated the length of his cock and then she shifted to put the tip of his cock inside her body.
She stayed like that, straddling him so that just the tip of his erection was inside of her.
He scraped a fingernail over her nipple and she shivered in his arms. He pushed her back a little bit so he could see her. Her breasts were full, tempting curves rising up and he held her at her waist, just looking at her and wondering if he was going to be able to control the lust that was threatening his control.
She rocked her hips, trying to take him deeper and he knew the time for teasing was at an end.
“Gage?”
“Hmm?”
“No more teasing,” she said.
“No more,” he agreed giving her another inch of his cock, thrusting his hips up into her sweet, tight body. Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on one nipple he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.
He loved the way she reacted to his mouth on her. He sucked on the skin of her collarbone as he thrust all the way into her. Sheathing the entire length of his cock in her body. He knew he was leaving a mark with his mouth and he was glad. He wanted her to remember that he’d claimed her. The first few times had been fun and spontaneous. This was deliberate. He was claiming Sierra for his own.
“Come with me,” he whispered against her skin. He kept the pace slow, building the pleasure between them.
As always when he was with Sierra he was struggling to make it last. But he felt like he was going to lose it. Each time he thought it would be different. That somehow he’d imagined how perfect she fit him. But he was wrong. Each time was more intense.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as he asked and he rolled them over so that she was beneath him. He pushed her legs up against her body so that he could thrust deeper. So that she was open and vulnerable.
“Come now, Sierra,” he said.
She nodded and he felt her body tighten as she clutched at his hips. Then she scraped her nails down his back, clutched his buttocks and drew him in. His sac tightened and his blood roared in his ears as he felt everything in his world center to this one woman.
He called her name as he came. She tightened around him and he looked down into her eyes as he kept thrusting. He saw her eyes widen and felt the minute contractions of her body around his as she was consumed by her orgasm.
He rotated his hips against her until her hips stopped rocking against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his chest and then the spot right over his heart.
“Oh, Gage,” she said. “Thank you for making love to me.”
“You’re very welcome, Sierra.”
She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. “I’m tired but I don’t want to fall asleep. I know this is your hotel room, but that didn’t—”
He kissed her to stop the flow of words. He hated hearing her fears, knowing that he was responsible for them. He pulled her closer to him, tucking her head under his chin and running his hand over the back of her head.
“Go ahead. I won’t leave you. Remember I promised,” he said.
“You did. Are you a man of your word?” she asked.
He hated that she had to ask but didn’t blame her. “Yes, I am.”