Morning Man (34 page)

“Slow, baby, slow,” he reminded her with a thick and husky murmur. She leaned down and kissed him feather-light, the tip of her tongue glancing his soft whiskers and flicking at his lips while his hands teased and squeezed her breasts. Her fingers sank deep into the pillow under him and she lost her mind as he suckled one rigid nipple, then the other, wickedly alternating the sensation as the pressure welled up again. She splayed herself even wider, giving him everything he could take and taking everything he could give. His hands slid down to her rear, fingers digging into the flesh as he coaxed her rhythm to follow and then deliberately move counter to his.

“God, Tack, it feels so fucking good.” She panted hard like a woman possessed. “Don’t stop.”

A guttural grunt came as his only response while he concentrated, his eyes fixated as she gyrated and bounced on him. From his flushed face, the hunger in his darkened eyes, the hotness of his breath on her flesh, she witnessed the effect of their synchronicity as the bed rocked underneath them. She loved knowing that she made him so hard, made him so wild with desire. She was doing this. She felt her charged body engorging, pulsating, opening, ripening toward the full bloom of–Omigod, could this really be happening again–another mind-quaking climax.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “now, baby. Come for me now.”

And then, just as she silently prayed it would never end, the damn broke with a forceful surge and shimmering sparks burst behind her eyelids in a vivid explosion of light. She lost it, lost it completely, giving it all up and crying out as she drowned in an even stronger, longer, deeper orgasm. Coming, coming, coming. She was about to fall forward onto his broad, damp-with-sweat chest when she opened her eyes in time to see his eyes close, his face contorted with pleasure. Panting, he clung tight to her and she continued to spasm and squeeze, moving back and forth on him. She loved her vantage point, the sheer power of being on top and in control and knowing that she made him feel so good that he had no choice but to thrust once, twice and...oh yes, jackpot.

“Jesus,” he choked out, his raspy, rough voice straining behind clenched teeth as he threw his head back.

She stayed on him until he finally pulled her down for a long, languid kiss. “Oh, that was…that was–” He struggled for words.

“Incredible? Out of this world? Life affirming?” She smiled through hazy eyes before sliding off and weakly lowering herself down to his side. Curling against him, she draped one arm over his heaving chest and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his hot skin still pulsating, his heart still pounding.

“All of the above and more.” He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, sugar,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” She smiled, utterly happy, entirely satisfied and completely in love with the only man, radio or otherwise, ever meant for her.

* * * *

Tack slept curled close behind Dayna. The warm, intimate spooning that she so craved was quickly becoming his favorite way to sleep beside her. She stirred during the night, stretching alongside him beneath the sheet. Without opening his eyes, he instinctively pulled her in closer, the smooth roundness of her shapely bottom nestled against him, arousing a tingling, twitching flashback to their coupling hours before. She sighed softly. Slowly, sleepily, sensually, he pressed and grinded up against her, finding her ear with his lips as his hands traveled the slope of her hip to the top of her thigh, then completed the circuit again.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she whispered, tilting her head in invitation for more. He bent down and kissed the curve of her neck, warmly scented like woman. She reached up behind her, stroking his face and rustling her fingers through his hair. The sheet slipped down, uncovering a sumptuously round breast, already peaked by a hard nipple. He cupped and lifted the velvety flesh, and she sighed in rapturous response to his playing and pinching. She turned over and he worshipped her breasts with his hands and mouth for a dreamlike eternity, leaving them only to find her mouth and kiss her until they were both fully roused from their warm, sleepy state. Her head settled into the crook of his neck, her breasts exquisitely cushioned against his chest as her hand slid beneath the sheet. She stroked him with unbearable delicacy, his blood pumping thick and hot everywhere but especially right there in her grip. “Mmm…my morning man,” she moaned with a lazy smile, softly biting into his shoulder.

His hand glided along the length of her body, past her stomach and lower down to graze her with his fingers. She gasped, her breath coming fast, opening herself wide to him as he caressed her with deliberate rhythm. His tongue plunged into her mouth, emulating the pleasure still to come while she stretched, so hot and lovely in lust, her gyrating hips rising up to meet him. Her legs shook, a tremor that spread until she began to whimper, her body quaking under the pressure of his quickening fingertips. “Oh, God… Tack!” she cried out, clamping her thighs together, the motion of his hand caught in a vise of her desire as she spasmed hard against him.

She floated down from her high, and he immediately ripped open a condom and rolled it on, needing to slide into her. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other smoothing along the curvy path to her hip. Moving together, he sighed at how perfectly silky she felt, watching her lush mouth wordlessly call out his name.
You’re like no one else
. He rocked higher into her, faster, harder and she stayed with him, replicating his rhythm. But as soon as she thrust her legs into the air and pleaded for yes, yes, oh, yes more, there was a sudden surge that sent him over the edge. With a bone-deep shudder, he released and then collapsed on the bed next to her, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Their heavy breathing gradually subsided to the point they could finally speak. “Cowboy, you can rock my world like that every morning if you like,” she said with a soft laugh, her cool fingers tracing invisible patterns on his hot skin.

“I’d love to,” he said, smiling at the happy thought. “Wake up for mind-blowing sex, do our show, come home, have more great sex, then a nap. Now, that’s the life.”

“Then you’ll get up and make us dinner,” she said, playing with the hair on his chest. “And afterwards, I’ll drag you back in here to have my way with you again.”

“Hoo boy, I’d better start taking vitamins.”

“They say Vitamin D is especially good for male virility. Get it? D for Dayna?”

“I get it.” He wrapped himself around his woman. “So, how soon can you move in here with me, Doctor Feelgood?”

“Is right now soon enough? Everything I own is in my car downstairs.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. His eyes closed under the heavy sedative of afterglow and the pure contentment of knowing that everything he’d ever wanted was drifting back to sleep in his arms.

Chapter 21

The buzzing in Dayna’s head roused her into consciousness. At first, she’d dismissed it as only a dream before hearing it again. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head from the pillow and realized it was actually the very real downstairs door buzzer. “Tack?” She gently shook him awake. “I think someone’s at the door.”

“Huh?” He croaked with sleep thick in his voice.

“The door.”

He fought to open his eyes in the morning light, turning his head to look over at the bedside clock, reading three minutes after nine. He yawned and threw off his side of the covers, blindly feeling around on the floor for clothes.

Dayna rolled onto her stomach, watching with a smile as he rose to his feet to drag his jeans up over his sturdy thighs and gorgeous rear end before stumbling into the hall.

She flopped her head onto his pillow, still warm with the heady scent of him, man all man. Her mind idly drifted back to scenes from their intense lovemaking and the sensation of his hands, his mouth, his, sigh…everything. Already, she was aroused by the idea of him coming back to bed for more love play. Then move things into the shower. And then maybe on the couch. Ooh, or the kitchen counter…

“Get dressed, sugar,” he called out. “We’ve got company.”

She peeked over the side of the mattress and grabbed the plaid shirt Tack had worn the night before, quickly slipping it on and fastening the snap buttons. Good thing it had more than enough material to cover all the important parts. With her bags still in the front room, she had no other clothing option but her pink panties. She put them on, ran her hands through her disheveled hair, then followed the sound of voices to the door.

“Dayna! You’re back?”

“Bonnie?” She padded barefoot across the floor until she was standing beside Tack. He put an arm around her as she wrapped hers around his waist. “Yes, I got in yesterday,” she said with a grin. “In case you were wondering, we had a nice reunion.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “A very nice reunion.”

Bonnie nodded with a faint smile as she first eyed up Tack and then Dayna, who clued in to the visual joke of seeing him in only pants and her in only a top. “Well, I’m happy for you and that’s actually the reason I’m here.” She reached into her red handbag and produced a thin envelope, assumingly containing two checks totaling $12,000. “You’ll be glad to know I didn’t penalize you for the past two weeks.”

Dayna reached for it as Bonnie snatched it out of her grasp again. “Wait a minute. Did you say that you got in yesterday?”

She nodded. “I did.”

Bonnie clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Well, according to our deal, we agreed to eight weeks until Labor Day. And today is Labor Day, so technically–”

“Bon,” he growled. “You put us through hell all summer long and now you’re going to stand there and quibble over semantics?”

“Actually, she can’t, honey,” Dayna said, looking up at him, “because it’s been Labor Day since midnight.” She then looked to Bonnie, the money still in her grip. “We waited, Bonnie, swear on a stack of Bibles we did. That cash is ours fair and square.”

She thrust out her little pug-shaped nose. “I’ll take your word for it,” she said, finally handing Dayna the envelope. “Congratulations, you two. I realize how difficult it’s been, and I do appreciate you staying true to your word.”

“Thank you.” Tack bent down to give Dayna a brief kiss. “In the long run, the waiting was well worth it, wouldn’t you say?”

She grinned. “Most definitely.”

Bonnie cleared her throat. “Well,” she enunciated with a sharp nod. “I assume that you’ll both be back on the air first thing tomorrow?”

“We’ll be there,” she assured.

“Good. There are going to be some changes around the station that you should probably know about. For one, I’ve decided to hire Jared full time.”

“Hey, that’s awesome. Tack and I have really grown fond of working with him.”

Bonnie shook her head. “Oh, he won’t be doing the morning show. Jared’s getting his own slot.”

Tack chuckled. “Good for the kid. Is he going to be evenings? Overnights?”

“No, ten to two. I’m starting him on the midday shift,” she said.

Dayna pulled her head back, startled. “He’s getting Dub’s show?”

“Dub Birmingham no longer works at Hot Country One-oh-three,” she said, folding her arms. “It’s come to my attention that he was involved in unethical activity at the station.” Bonnie looked at Tack. “You were absolutely right. He slashed Dayna’s car tires.”

“That was Dub?” Dayna was flummoxed. “How’d you find out?”

He heaved a sigh. “Dub started shooting his mouth off and it got me thinking he might have been the one behind all that shit. And then CJ heard–”

“Wait a minute. You talked to CJ?”

“Yeah. While you were away, we kind of, well, I don’t know. Let’s just say we’ll never be fishing buddies, but I guess he’s an okay guy.”

She clutched at her chest. “Be still my beating heart.”

“CJ heard Dub was feeding stories to
The Rumormill
. On top of that, he sent your tape to the PD in Calgary hoping you’d take the bait and he’d get his old job back.”

“No. Way.”

“It seems that he and that Dawson guy go way back. Dub called in a favor.”

“B-but I talked to Dub when I called the station looking for you. He told me you’d already left but that he’d relay the message.”

“He never gave me any message. What did you say to him?”

“That I missed you and that I’d come home if you wanted me to,” she said, saddened that she’d relied on her saboteur to salvage her relationship with the man she loved.

“Tack called me last night and conveyed his suspicions,” Bonnie affirmed. “What the staff don’t know is that I quietly had a security camera installed this spring to prevent incidents like this from happening. I checked the surveillance tape and sure enough, there was Dub, jabbing a pocketknife into your all-season radials during his smoke break.”

“So, you’ve fired the creep, right?” Dayna asked.

“We came to an agreement that is a combination of termination and resignation,” she said with a faint smile. “Turns out, he had some sort of unfortunate mishap last night that will require his jaw to be wired shut for the next several weeks.”

Tack started laughing. “Well, ain’t that a fucking shame.”

“
Que sera sera
,” Bonnie said, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. “As long as all is well with you two and I’m not losing my morning team, then there’s nothing at all to worry about. And speaking of which,” she said, pausing to rustle in her bag, “I happen to have that contract saying you’ll both agree to stay at Hot Country One-oh-three and do
Wake Up with Tack and Dayna
for three more years.”