Texas Tangle (7 page)

Chapter Four

Nikki couldn’t stop the sigh slipping from her as Dillon parked his truck in front of her home. Her now empty home. She couldn’t help comparing Dillon’s cleanly painted and shuttered house to hers, with its faded paint and sagging porch. The straight lines of Dillon’s bright red barn with its white trim only highlighted the way her battered and weather-worn shed leaned. From this angle, it looked like it was being held up by the rusted shell of a pickup Wade had abandoned beside it. While the Barnetts had never made her feel like white trash, right now she felt it more acutely than ever.

Why the hell was Dillon Barnett interested in her? Though he hadn’t said so, she had a feeling their lovemaking earlier had been just that. She hadn’t been a quick fuck to him; he’d made love to her. She couldn’t say why she thought that, but she did. Yet even if she’d misinterpreted him, if he dumped her tomorrow, she wouldn’t regret having slept with him.

Joy sang through her veins; her head spun in a thousand directions until she felt like a school girl experiencing her first crush. She would treasure the memory of the passion he’d shown her forever. Her brother may have ruined so much for her, yet in robbing her, he’d given her the greatest gift she could have received. He’d pushed her from behind the barriers she’d built and had given her a chance to find love.

Love.
Whoa. Slow down
.
Dillon hasn’t said he loved you. And while you’ve known him for half your life, and he’s great, what do you know about love?

Another sigh slipped past her lips.

Dillon covered her hand with his. “Hey, it’ll be okay. The hock shops in the area have been alerted to look out for your stuff. And your insurance should cover whatever they can’t get back.”

“I don’t have any content insurance.” Staring at the ground, she scuffed the toe of her boot against a rock. Despite what Tiny had said the night before, she still wasn’t convinced it had been Phil. It could have been one of his friends. Maybe he’d been bragging about how he had the place alone to himself and they’d seized the opportunity to rob her while he was at the bar.

Except if it hadn’t been him, then where was he?

No, Phil had taken everything not nailed down. There was no use pretending he hadn’t.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, she turned her back on the house and headed to the barn. Merlin greeted them with his musical hee-haw as he trotted toward her.

With Dillon helping her, the work was finished faster than usual. Which was what she had hoped would happen when she’d agreed to let Phil come live with her. Instead of lightening her load, Phil had tripled it.

While Dillon finished filling the final water trough, she checked over the horses for any injuries they might have received while she was away, leaving Bashir to the end. “Hey, boy, how you doing?”

Slipping him a carrot she’d grabbed from Dillon’s fridge, she rubbed his velvety nose.

Dillon wrapped his arms around her from behind. “All done. Everyone’s fed, watered and out to pasture.”

“Thanks for the help.”

One of his hands stroked up the length of her side, stopping to cup the underside of her breast. She leaned against him and closed her eyes. Even though it was less than two hours since they’d last made love, her body needed him again. Her oversensitive breasts ached, not with pain but with pleasure. When he tugged on her nipple, she swore it was a switch to start her pussy pulsing.

Was there a place in the barn they could do it without getting straw in their butts?

Much to her body’s regret, he stopped and went back to simply holding her. “Brett phoned while I was cleaning the troughs.”

Wow. He could think straight. Given the erection pressing into her behind, she figured he’d be focused on only one thing, the way she was right now. Guess not.

“He says he forgot to remind you this morning to phone the credit bureaus and put a hold on your credit in case Phil tries anything. Oh, and he wants to know if you had a power-on password on your computer. If you did any online banking…”

Brett. Back in high school she’d been more interested in Brett than Dillon. There was something dark about him, some hidden secret that intrigued her. Her and half the girls in their class. So when he’d centered her out at Tater’s New Year’s Eve party, and they’d spent an entire evening kissing, it had shocked the heck out of her.

Kissing? Heck, they’d just about swallowed each other’s faces that night.

She leaned into Dillon’s embrace. “I kissed him once, you know. Back in high school.”

Dillon stiffened. Crap, her and her big mouth. What had made her admit that? What guy likes to hear about another guy kissing his lover? “It happened ten years ago, Dillon. There’s nothing between us anymore.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

She rotated in his arms and flattened her hands on his chest. “No? Then why’d you tense up?”

His eyelids lowered as his gaze dropped to her chest. “Because you pressed your butt against me, and now I want you again.” He cupped her breast, thumbed her nipple. “Hell, Nik, all I’ve been able to think about this whole time is how I want to make love to you again.”

Really? He’d been thinking about her that whole time too?
Her hand acted without consulting her brain by fumbling with Dillon’s zipper.

His eyebrows quirked up as she withdrew his cock from his pants. When her fingers curled around his shaft, his shoulders half fell against the wall and his hat fell to his feet.

Damn, he was so big, so ready for her. She sank onto her knees and buried her face in the thick nest of hair at its base. He hissed when her tongue darted out and licked it from bottom to top, swirling around the thick head.

“Baby, we can go up to your house, or in the truck if you want,” Dillon murmured, his voice rough. He batted Bashir away when the horse poked its head over the stall’s door and tried to eat his hair. “You don’t have to do this here in the barn.”

“I want you. Here. Now.” She didn’t want to give him the chance to rethink being with her. She didn’t want to rethink it herself. Her pussy ached, needing to be filled, so she shifted until her cleft rode her heel. Watching his expression carefully, wanting to learn what pleased him, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked lightly.

Staring down at her, he burrowed his hands into her hair, clamping them about her skull. “Take all of me, Nik. Suck it down.”

His voice lowered at least an octave, betraying his need. She obeyed him, sliding her lips down the length of his shaft until her nose once again nestled against his groin, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat. He held her in place while pulling his hips back, withdrawing halfway, then he shoved in again.

The heady scent of him—of musky male, of heat and desire—surrounded her. While he set the rhythm, she used her tongue and her teeth on his shaft, reveling in feeling him shake, in hearing his groans as she sucked him down. His cock swelled in her mouth, his grip in her hair tightened.

“Shit, that feels so fucking good.”

Sucking him down here where someone could walk into the barn and find them made what she was doing that much hotter. Wondering if he felt the same way, she glanced up at him, but he’d closed his eyes.

He groaned from deep in his gut as she slid him out until only the plump head of his cock was trapped by her lips. She slowly worked her way down to the root again. Another deep male groan filled the barn. Being in control of him, knowing she could make him come—or not—pleased her in ways she’d never thought possible.

One of the barn cats wrapped itself around her, its tail tickling the underside of her jaw. She abandoned Dillon’s cock long enough to push it away, then swallowed him again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.

“Yeah, baby, suck it deep and hard, just like that.” Dillon groaned so low it sounded like a growl. Primal.

Her nipples rasped against his thighs, the pressure in her pussy intolerable since she knew she wouldn’t find her own release. His hands dug into her scalp, and she found herself unable to move again. She couldn’t complain; she loved that she’d driven him to such a frenzy as he fucked her mouth. His penis swelled against her tongue, and his hot salty musk coated her tongue before it splashed against the back of her throat.

When his body finally stopped pumping into Nikki’s hot mouth, Dillon peered down at the wanton figure at his feet. A bright flush coloring her cheeks, her green eyes stared back at up him, brighter than he’d ever seen them before.

And she’d just given him the best blow job he’d ever experienced.

He untangled his fingers from her hair and stroked one side of her face as he withdrew his cock from between her swollen lips. “You are so beautiful.”

After he wiped a drop of his come from her lip, her tongue darted out to lick it off his thumb, her eyes closing as if she savored the taste.

He contemplated the barn, trying to figure out where he could lay her down and bury his face into her sweet pussy again. Here in the barn was out—too much straw floating around. Feed room? Same problem, as with the tack room. Not to mention the danged barn cat winding around them, and the damned horse sticking his head over the stall.

“Come on.” He zipped up his pants, then led her out to his truck and stood her on the running board.

Damn, she was sexy, especially the smoldering look in her eyes, half hidden by heavy lids. Unable to resist her parted lips, he plundered her mouth, tasting the salty tang of his come.

She stared at him with a dazed expression while he unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down around her knees. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face when he remembered she hadn’t had any underwear to put on that morning. “Lie back on the seat, baby. Spread your legs for me.”

The color that had started to fade from her face flared up again as she realized what he was going to do. “Out here? Now?”

“Right here. Now.” He couldn’t resist mimicking her earlier command and was pleased to see the recognition flare in her eyes. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me, baby.”

She settled back, then sprang up off the seat. “Yow, it’s hot.”

“Not as hot as I’m gonna make you in a couple minutes.” He stripped off his shirt and spread it beneath her. “Set your sweet little tush down. Now.”

Once she’d obeyed him, he palmed her thighs apart, admiring how her labia glistened in the sunlight. “You’re so pretty.”

He feathered a kiss to her cleft, then blew lightly on her engorged clit. Despite the heat of the day, goosebumps formed on her skin beneath his fingers. Not just pretty but responsive too. “Pull your shirt up, baby. All the way up.”

Her gaze darted out the cab window, then behind him. Her shyness intrigued him. Had she and Wade never done the nasty outside? “Relax, Nik.”

Supporting herself on one elbow, she hauled her shirt up and held it beneath her chin. Even sprawled as she was, her breasts were round and full. Her nipples were drawn up into tight spheres, puckered, begging to be suckled.

He leaned into the cab, supporting himself by leaning one hand beside her head, and captured one taut peak between his teeth. A whimper escaped her when he nipped it lightly then soothed the sting with his tongue. With his free hand, he found her narrow channel, sliding his fingers up and down her labia, teasing the skin to either side of her clit as his tongue teased her breast.

“Dillon.” Her hips rotated in an attempt to force his fingers to make contact with the swollen nerve endings. Her arousal drenched his palm as she undulated, her muscles clamping around him.

He’d planned on going down on her first, but his dick had other ideas. The hell with her fucking his fingers. In two seconds flat, he’d undone his fly, freed his dick, dug a condom from his back pocket and sheathed himself. He closed his eyes to feel her body closing around him, her muscles rippling along his length until he damned near lost his breath at the sensation.

When he opened his eyes, the half-lidded sultry look she gave him had him fighting the need to take her hard and fast. She deserved better than to be taken out here in his truck. She deserved tenderness and pampering.

Despite his efforts, the angle of him standing on the running board didn’t give him proper access to her sweet pussy. He had her move over, then took her place on the seat and dragged her to straddle his lap. Holding her hips, he lowered her onto his shaft. “Ride me, baby. Take me however you want.”

She lifted herself up until only the head of his cock remained in her passage, then dropped down to cover him again.

“Shit, yeah!”

As her hips lifted and lowered, her breasts jiggled their lovely berries in front of his face. On one of the upward trips, he captured a nipple. Her inner passage rippled in response to his sucking. He sucked harder, lashing the nipple with his tongue, tormenting it until her body fisted his cock in its moist heat.

The musky scent of their lovemaking filled the cab. If he was lucky it would permeate the seats, and he’d be able to smell this moment for days to come. Although it might be hard to explain to his men why he kept sporting a hard-on every time he climbed out of his truck.

All thoughts fled when she held onto his shoulders, her head falling back as her breathing roughened. His way eased by the sweat building between them, he slipped a hand between them and found her clit. He teased it until she was frantic, her pussy clamping down on him, milking his cock, her entire body shuddering her release.

All he could do was hang on for the ride until her body wound down. Then when she finally sank back, he grasped her hips and powered deeply, shouting as he emptied his balls into her.

He had no idea how long they sat in the truck, their bodies quivering with the last of their release before she finally had the energy to crawl off of him.

The metal napkin container shook in a slow progression across the table, bouncing to the beat of whatever damned heavy metal song the DJ was playing. Brett leaned so close to Tiny that he was afraid he’d get razor burn and still could barely hear what the deputy was asking the large man opposite them. Hell, it was so loud in this fucking joint, he’d probably lost a part of his hearing permanently.