Just Shoot Me (Cowboy Way, #1) (26 page)

She tilted her chin. “Both.”

He hesitated a moment, his jaw worked, then he
said, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“
Three sorries in three minutes.
Wish you meant even one of them,” Tina said and punched her pillow.
She was about to lay back down, but he grabbed her arm.

“
I meant all of them, buttercup. I
don’t apologize. For anything. I’m trying to change that, but it’s
going to take time.” Tina looked at his hand, then followed the
delicious curves of his muscled arm up to his eyes.

“
I hope you mean that too.” Unless
that change was permanent, Tina didn’t hold out a lot of hope for
their marriage, even though she was trying to stay positive. Dean
Dixon didn’t make that easy for sure.

“
I do mean it,” he said
firmly.

Tina set the pillow beside her and held her
hand out to him. Dean jerked her up to her feet and pulled her into
his chest. He bent and picked her up by the back of her thighs.
Tina wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his
neck, then Dean was kissing her. This making up was pretty damned
good, she thought. Maybe she needed to get mad at him often. Dean
pulled back and nibbled her lower lip then growled, “That’s more
like it, Mrs. Dixon.”

“
Show me where your room is,
cowboy,” she said nipping his lower lip back.

“
Gladly, ma’am,” he said with a
laugh as he carried her across the living room, down the hall, and
into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him, then sat
her on the bed. “Welcome to my room, buttercup. Now get your damned
clothes off, before I rip them off.”

Dean stepped back and stood there staring at
her. He saw her shiver, and wondered if Tina was remembering him
ripping off her panties the other night when he made love to her by
the lake. A look came into her eyes that made him think she might
tease him into doing it again, and Dean would do it. Her fingers
shook as she unbuttoned her blouse, and slid it off of her
shoulders. She stood and removed her jeans, and Dean was a little
disappointed she decided not to tease him. But then she stood back
up and his eyes tracked over her beautiful body.

Goddamn, how had he gotten so lucky? Something
in his life was finally going right. Tina Montgomery had married
him. Not only would she be a good mother to Jeremy, and a good wife
to him, she was a walking wet dream. A dream that he’d thought
about every minute of every day since he met her. Now he could have
her any damned time he pleased.

He lifted an eyebrow, because she didn’t make
a move to remove her bra or her panties. He took a step toward her
and Tina squealed as she scrambled up onto the bed, her hands
fumbling behind her to remove her black lace bra. She threw it over
the side of the bed, then he saw her staring at something with a
strange look on her beautiful face, while she removed her
panties.

His eyes followed hers and he realized she was
staring at his tie, which was laying on top of his wrinkled dress
shirt. She dragged her gaze away, but it snagged on the bedpost
before she looked at him again. Dean read her like a book. He knew
what was going through that gorgeous head of hers. He heard her
gasp when he walked toward the dresser and snatched up his
tie.

“
Lay down at the foot of the bed,”
Dean said roughly as he turned back toward her.

Tina gnawed her bottom lip for a second,
before she scooted to the end of the bed and laid down with her
hands resting on her midsection. “Grab the bedpost,
Tina.”

A shiver passed through her, as she hesitantly
reached above her head to loosely grip the wooden post. Yes, this
is definitely what his beautiful new wife wanted. Dean had no
problem with giving her what she wanted. At all.

Dean’s dick got rock solid as he straddled her
body, and reached above her to loop the tie around her wrists. He
pulled the knot tight, then jerked it even tighter. She whimpered
and squirmed beneath him and he felt her knees clamp together. That
wasn’t going to work.

She wanted this, but she needed to relax to be
able to enjoy it. He scooted back off the bed and went to the
closet. He flipped on the light inside, then searched around on the
top shelf until he found his pigging string from when he did
tie-down roping in high school. He’d saved it as a memento, and was
thankful he had now. He flipped off the light and walked back to
the bed. Tina’s wide eyes fell to the rope in his hands.

“
What’s that for?” she asked in a
trembling voice.

“
You ask too many questions,
buttercup,” Dean said, as he walked to the bedpost.

He quickly looped the string around her
wrists, then removed his necktie. He checked to make sure she was
tied tight, then he took the necktie and lifted her head. He put
the thick part over her eyes and tied the ends. Tina bit her lip,
and pulled against the rope. It looked like she was having second
thoughts. Or she was making him think she did. He’d find
out.

“
Be still, or I’m going to tie your
feet too,” he threatened, as he took a moment to let his eyes
soaked up the sight of her full cherry tipped breasts begging for
his mouth. Tina gasped, but her body stilled, and she seemed to
relax.

Dean stood over her and stroked his hand over
the smooth skin of her shoulder to her breast. Her skin felt like
silk under his hand as he passed his palm over her hard nipple.
Tina groaned arching her back into his hand, and Dean got harder,
painfully hard.

This woman was as hot and responsive, hotter,
than any woman he’d ever been with. She evidently loved his touch.
And he loved fucking touching her—loved—no he didn’t. Not
yet.

He wasn’t falling into that trap so soon.
Trusting her yet. He thought he knew her, but Dean was taking his
time this time. Using his head, instead of thinking with his dick.
But who the hell knew what the future held? All he knew was he
wanted this woman every minute of every day. And now he could have
her. Would have her over and over again. Any damned time he
pleased. That was something to build on right?

Her muscles quivered under his hand as he slid
it over her stomach down to her navel. He rested his hand right
above her mound. “Spread your legs, Tina,” he said and she
unclamped her knees a little. “Wider,” he growled, grabbing her
knees to shove them apart. The muscles in her legs jerked, and he
saw her throat bob a few times, but she didn’t resist.

“
Good girl,” he praised, patting
her thigh as he went to the side of the bed to crawl between her
legs. Dean was about to have his answer to the question about
whether his wife tasted like honey between her legs. “Don’t you
dare scream, or I’ll gag you too,” he warned as he eased down onto
his elbows. Dean took his time, letting her anticipate what he was
going to do.

He spread her folds and saw the glistening
pearls of her excitement. Her breathing got faster, her stomach
muscles rolled, but she didn’t scream. He looked up to see her head
to the side, her lower lip being mangled by her teeth. Dean hadn’t
even touched her, and his wife looked to be near an orgasm already.
He pushed back from her sat up to watch her.

Dean had all night, and he owed her for being
pissed at him when he came in when he was already upset with his
family. He was going to teach her a lesson about patience. He
folded his arms and waited. Her stomach continued to quiver for a
few minutes, then her breathing slowed and her forehead wrinkled.
Her jaw finally relaxed and her teeth loosened on her
lip.

“
What are you doing?” she asked in
a hoarse whisper.

A smile curved his mouth, but he didn’t
answer. He did, however, shove his hand under the waistband of his
pajama pants to fist his erection when her hips moved as if she
were itching for him to be inside of her. She was probably itching
just as badly as he was right about then. Feeling her tight walls
squeezing his cock was the ultimate goal, the reward for his own
patience. But they had a long way to go, before that
happened.

Dean upped the ante. He got up off the bed and
knew she realized it. He walked to the bedroom door, and opened it
then went outside, closing it behind him loudly enough that he knew
she heard. He heard a whimper of protest from behind the door. Dean
grinned as he walked to the kitchen to get himself a snack. His
mother had made cherry cobbler today, and that was his absolute
favorite.

He took his time getting there with
anticipation building inside him too. He could only imagine how
Tina felt. Tied to the bedpost, wondering where the hell he went.
He chuckled as he opened the door of the refrigerator and leaned
inside. He shoved things around looking for the baking dish he knew
his Mama always used for her cobbler, but he didn’t see it. That
was damned weird. He shut the refrigerator, then saw an empty
carton of vanilla ice cream on top of the trash. They fucking ate
it all?

Dean walked to the sink and looked down. Sure
enough, the empty casserole dish was sitting there. All that was
left of the cobbler was thick gooey cherry filling around the sides
and pastry crumbs. Disappointment filled him as he turned away from
the sink, then a thought hit him. That was something else his wife
was going to pay for. He grabbed the dish from the sink and headed
back to the bedroom.

He would have his cherry cobbler in a way much
better than a bowl. He opened the door and she gasped. Dean shut
the door and locked it then walked over to Tina, who was grumbling
as she struggled with the rope ties. She had managed to push the
blindfold almost to her hairline.

“
I thought I told you to be still,”
he said sternly.

“
You tied me up and left me,” She
accused, struggling again.

“
And I’m going to spank your ass if
you don’t settle down,” Dean growled yanking the blindfold back
over her eyes.

She gasped, bit her lip then finally relaxed.
Dean smiled and sat the cobbler dish down on the other side of her
on the bed. He could definitely get to like this. Tina Dixon was
going to
love
it by the time he finished with her. Dean
leaned across her to swipe his finger through the cherry filling
then brought it to her mouth. He circled her lips with his finger,
and her tongue came out to make a pass over her lips.

She sucked in a breath and her body tensed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“
Sorry isn’t going to fix this. You
thought you didn’t leave me any, but there’s plenty left for me to
teach you a lesson about being greedy,” he said and smeared some of
the filling on her neck down to her collarbone. “That wasn’t right,
because I love cherry cobbler,” he said as he lowered his mouth to
her neck. Her breath hitched, and she moaned when he licked the
trail up to her earlobe. The sweet taste of her skin mixed with the
sweet filling excited his taste buds into a frenzy.

“
Fucking love it,” he said gruffly,
as he nipped her earlobe.

Dean leaned up to swipe his finger into the
dish again, then slowly circled her nipple with it. Tina groaned
loudly, and he leaned down to her ear. “Don’t you dare scream, or
I’ll gag you, I promise,” he warned and a low-pitched moan sounded
in her throat as she nodded.

He smiled and lowered his mouth to her breast.
He ran his tongue around her nipple in slow monotonous circles
until she squirmed, then he nipped it. Tina didn’t scream, but he
glanced at her face and saw she wanted to. Badly. Her lips were
pinched, her nostrils flared, and her breathing was swift and
shallow. Dean smoothed his hand down her flat stomach to shove his
hand between her legs. He dipped a finger inside of her and her
thighs clamped around his hand, trapping it there. She whimpered
and moved her hips against him.

“
Open your legs, Tina.” She shook
her head, and grumbled.

Dean pulled his hand away and she huffed out a
frustrated breath. He didn’t touch her, just waited. Her knees
finally relaxed and she slid them apart, but he could see her
fingernails curled into her palms above her head. She was
frustrated. Well Mrs. Dixon had no idea what frustration was
yet.

“
Good girl,” he said with a
laugh.

He dipped his finger into the cobbler
leftovers then slathered it on her clit. Her hips jerked and she
tried to get away. “Nooo…” she protested in a harsh whisper,
arching her back.

“
Oh, yes, baby,” he drawled, as he
stood and shoved his pajama pants down his legs. “And shh…” he
reminded as he knelt between her knees. Dean leaned over her to
scoop up more of the cobbler and painted it down her body. From the
dip at the base of her neck, between her breasts to her navel,
where he left a huge dollop.

“
Your belly button is so damned
cute,” he said leaning down to swipe his tongue inside. Tina
giggled and wiggled, but Dean gripped the back of her thighs to
hold her still until it was licked clean. “Best damned cobbler I’ve
ever had.” He lowered her hips, then licked every inch of her up to
her throat. He ran his tongue over her lips, then closed his mouth
over hers in a soft sweet kiss that went on forever as he soaked up
her taste. He swallowed her moan, then with a growl, he nipped her
lower lip as he pulled way, and she groaned.