Raine on Me (6 page)

“I’m glad. I met my husband last year. Maybe you’ll meet a nice guy and try it again with the right man this time.”

“Never.” Brit shook her head. “Once was more than enough. I date occasionally but I never want to get too serious about a man again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Me too,” Brit sighed. What she didn’t say was she knew she could never get remarried even if she wanted to. “So how did you end up in Texas from California? No offense but I hear the weather is much better there.”

“My first husband died in a fire at work and I came here to start over fresh.” Trina smiled. “And that’s when I met the love of my life. Navarro is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I’m sorry for your loss but glad you met your new husband.”

“Thank you. I thought I’d never get over Ted’s death but I did.” She smiled. “Never say never when it comes to loving again.”

They spent the next two hours talking, getting to know each other, and then Trina excused herself to go to bed early. She planned to call her husband to say good night and then go to sleep. Brit locked up the house, cleaned up their dishes, and then turned off all the lights.

Upstairs she got some of her belongings and walked across the hallway to the bathroom to shower. She just wore towel certain that her and Trina had the house alone for the night. Afterward, she walked back to her bedroom and quietly shut the door, though Trina’s bedroom was far down the hallway.

She put on a hockey jersey that she enjoyed sleeping in. She brushed out her wet hair and glanced around the room. The room didn’t have a television but there were a few books in the far corner. Putting down her hairbrush, she chuckled as she walked 3toward them, wondering what the cowboy preferred to read. Shocked, she stared at the bindings of the books.

She read them twice and then laughed out loud. She pulled out the volume on women’s anatomy and opened it, reading the list of chapters and laughed again, then shoved the book back. The cowboy had books on sex, women’s pleasure spots, and “how to” books on pleasing women. The only book on the shelf not in that category was about horses, breeding, and horse doctoring.

She sighed and walked to the bed. She actually had to climb onto the tall bed.

Whoever this guy was, he had to be tall, had a thing for learning how to be a great lover, and as she scanned the room, she decided he had masculine taste in decorating. If it was any more butch there would be some whips on the wall and maybe a mechanical bull in the corner. Lying back, she stared up at the black canopy. It took her seconds to realize the material stretched across the four posts looked suspiciously like leather. It just verified to her that the owner of the room really took living on a ranch a bit too far with his cowboy decorating theme.

Something silver caught her attention near the corner of a post. She frowned, sat up, and then stood on the bed to reach it. It looked as though a piece of shiny metal was tucked into the black material of the canopy. As her fingers brushed the cool metal it slid toward her and she gasped as the entire thing fell out and clanked against the bedpost to which it was anchored.

Handcuffs hung from a chain. She had to close her mouth, which had dropped open. The handcuff almost reached the mattress. The chain must be locked in place somewhere above the canopy, out of sight. She moved, walking on the bed to another corner, and reached up to feel in the folds. She felt metal. She moved the material a little and another handcuff fell out to hang by another thin chain.

“Oh my God!” She laughed.

She turned, walked to another post, and examined the corner. She found another hidden in the folds, but didn’t mess with that one, just left it alone and walked to the last of the four posts. She reached up, this time not surprised to feel what she found hidden there. The guy had handcuffs and chains on each corner of his bed.

She managed to get the two fallen handcuffs and roll the chains up and place each back in their hiding places. This brother had a fetish for kinky shit to have that stuff attached to his bed. She was curious, wondering what else he was into. She got off the bed and then hesitated before dropping to her knees. She lifted the tailored bed skirt and peered underneath. She saw a duffel-size bag under there and reached for it.

It was heavy as she dragged it out slowly. She got it flat and found the zipper, eased it open enough to see handcuffs, a few whips, some things she couldn’t even identify with Velcro and straps, and another smaller bag that she unzipped. Sex toys, still sealed in their wrappers and boxes, but each was clearly marked. Nipple rings, a cock clamp, and various vibrators in different sizes and shapes.

3She sat there on the floor with the toys spread out around her and laughed. She laughed hard until her sides hurt. The guy was one kinky cowboy. She put it all back carefully and shoved the bag back in place.

“And I thought I was bad for keeping romance novels stashed under my mattress as a kid,” she whispered.

She laughed again as she got to her feet, shaking her head in amusement. She hoped the kid’s parents never found that shit. Maybe that had been the reason he didn’t come home anymore. If her parents had found that kind of stuff under her bed she could never face them again.

She turned off the light and climbed back up on the big bed. Pushing back the covers she found another surprise awaited her. Kinky Cowboy brother liked silky sheets. They were the good kind too—thick, expensive, and cool to the skin. She grinned as she slid between them. She’d always wanted a set of these sheets but had never dared buy them. She hesitated and then removed her jersey, placing it on the bed next to her, then lay down and pulled up the sheets.

She wiggled her naked body against the wonderful silky sheets. It was a great feeling to have her bare skin against them, even better than she’d imagined. Her eyes closed as she stifled a yawn. She was worn out and hadn’t slept well the night before after her encounter with the motor-home guy. She’d let a stranger fuck her, and worse, she’d enjoyed it. She could see River Wind’s face in her mind and she hated that the memory of him turned her on as her body responded.

“Damn,” she sighed, turning on her side.

She forced herself to think about anything but the guy who’d rocked her world.

Eventually her body relaxed. She appreciated the incredibly comfortable mattress and the sheets were pure heaven against her skin. She yawned and finally drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

She was disorientated when light in the bedroom woke her. She lay on her stomach and her leg brushed something soft when she moved it—silk slid against her thigh. She lay in a strange bedroom. Memory returned as she awoke more.
Is it morning already?

“Damn,” a male voice almost growled. “Are you and Navarro fighting? Damn it, Trina. If I didn’t know that Navarro would kick my ass and castrate me I’d climb in there with you and show you what I do to women I find in my bed. Get up, sweetie, and get back into bed with your husband.”

Brit tensed, her eyes opening wide. That voice was real and he thought he spoke to Trina. They both were about the same size, with blonde, curly hair. She swallowed, afraid to lift her head to look at whoever shared space in the bedroom with her.

“Come on, pregnant mama. Get your cute ass out of my bed. I’m tired and I’ve been on the road far too long. If you don’t get up, I’m coming in there with you, Navarro be 3damned. I won’t touch you but he might not believe me if he wakes up in the morning and finds us in bed together.”

Something about that voice… She frowned and then lifted her head and had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright overhead lights. She glanced at the bedside clock, saw it was three in the morning, and then turned her head toward the door.

Shock paralyzed her as she stared at a face she thought she’d never see again. A pair of equally shocked dark brown eyes stared back at her.

“You!” River Wind hissed.

Her mouth dropped open. “River?”

He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top. His black hair had been pulled back into a ponytail but she had no doubt it was River Wind. Her mind went totally blank as she started into his stunned features, which probably mirrored her own. He blinked.

“What are you doing in my bed? What the hell are you doing in my home, Fuck And Run?”

She turned over and nearly lost the covers, barely remembering her nakedness. She grabbed at them but not before she probably flashed him a bare breast when she sat upright, gawking at him.

“Your home?”

He took a deep breath and then another one. “Yeah. This is my family home. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Did you call me Fuck And Run?”

“Yeah. It’s what you did.” He frowned. “I’m waiting to hear what the hell you’re doing here.”

“This is the Raine ranch.”

“My real last name is Raine but I use my mother’s name while I’m working. My older brother was famous and I wanted to make a name for myself on the rodeo circuit so I didn’t want to be associated with him.” He took a step toward the bed and then stopped. “Now tell me what you’re doing in my house and in my bed.”

“Dale sent me here.”

They stared at each other for a long minute. She looked away from him to see a backpack on the floor by the closed bedroom door. He lived here, his real last name had to really be Raine, and she sat on his bed. Stunned didn’t begin to cover her emotions.

“That fucking Dale,” River finally cursed. “When I called him he told me I needed to get my ass home pronto. That bastard set me up.”

“You? What about me? Did you tell him what happened between us?”

He frowned. “Hell no. Did you? Is that why he sent you to me? I’m not rich so if you’re a buckle bunny, forget it.”

3Furious, she said, “You think I came here knowing this house belonged to you? You conceited bastard. I thought your last name was Wind. I wouldn’t be here if Dale had said I was going to be visiting a family by the name of Wind. I had no idea—none—that you were associated with the Raine family.”

“Then who is hurt? Who is your patient?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nobody. I needed to get out of town for a while and Dale said he knew a family that could put me up so he sent me here to help them around their ranch. I know a little about horses.”

Dark brown eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips twisted into a harsh frown.

“So you say you’re a physical therapist but you’re here without a job? Are you a therapist or a horse wrangler? Make up your mind.”

“What I am is out of here.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and then realized she was naked, baring a leg first as she attempted to slide off the bed. “Fuck!” She froze, clutching at the covers, and turned to grab her jersey. It wasn’t where she’d left it so her gaze scanned the bed frantically but she didn’t find it. “Where the hell did you put my shirt?” Her head snapped around to shoot a glare at River.

“Me?” His black eyebrows shot up. “I just walked into my own room. I didn’t touch your shirt.”

Biting back another curse, she looked at the bed again—her shirt was not on it— then gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath before turning to face the man she’d hoped to never see again. He watched her, his arms still crossed over his chest.

“Could you please turn around and leave so I can get dressed? Give me a few minutes and I’ll pack up my stuff and get out of your room. I’ll leave the ranch while I’m at it. If I’d known this family belonged to you then there’s no way in hell I’d be here.

As for your ‘buckle bunny’ accusation, I know what they are and I think you rodeo guys are idiots, remember? I sure wouldn’t want to chase you.”

He didn’t budge, instead his lips curved upward. “Sorry about that comment but I’m tired. I haven’t been in the best of moods and I am surprised to find you in my room.” He paused. “You pissed me off when you cut and run on me. You still owe me a massage and you are in my bed.”

Her mouth dropped open as River toed off his boot, his hands going for his waist to lift up his shirt to show her his muscled, tan stomach as the material rose higher. He totally jerked the tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor as he removed his other boot. His socks followed.

“You did come all this way for a repeat and you did fuck and run on me so who am I to say no to you?”

“Are you kidding me? You think—”

“You followed me here knowing I’d agreed to go home, got here before I did, and helped yourself to my bed.” He chuckled. “And here I thought coming to the ranch would be as boring as hell.”

3With a sense of disbelief, Brit watched the man unzip his jeans. If he thought she’d repeat her crazy behavior, he had a serious reality check coming his way. She refused to look down as he shimmied out of his pants, keeping her gaze locked with his.

Though she tried not to, Brit glanced down his body…and verified his nakedness.

What a body he had. He looked just as good as she remembered, maybe even better, and his lower half was definitely “up” to climbing into bed with her.

She became momentarily distracted by a very thick, large, erect cock that pointed straight out toward her, a lot of tan, muscular flesh, and the kind of abs that made her want to lick them. Brit pulled her attention away from his body and glared into his face.

“If you try to climb into bed with me, I’ll castrate you.”

River grinned at her. “You could try, Fuck And Run.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“You fucked and ran.” He chuckled. “If the name fits…” He chuckled again, slowly inching toward the bed.

“I’ll scream.”

White teeth flashed. “I’m kind of betting on that since, if you don’t, I should be ashamed of myself. I love hearing you howl out in pleasure, baby.”

Panic hit as he closed the distance between them, slowly stalking toward her with a panther’s grace. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to halt his progress. She knew if he put his hands and mouth on her, she would be a goner. She didn’t want to repeat having a one-night stand—though it had technically been daytime—with a stranger. She’d been out of her mind the day before and she wasn’t going to ever make that mistake again.