Trouble With a Cowboy (12 page)

"We
should be in Flagstaff by nine?"

She
glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Five o'clock. "Probably. Why? Got a
hot date?"

He
cocked his head as the eyebrow over his left eye lifted. "Yeah, with a
pretty, hazel-eyed truck driver in my bed. You might know her. You look an
awful lot like her."

"I'm
glad you're thinkin' the same way I'm thinkin'."

"A
repeat of last night?"

"Sounds
like one hell of a plan to me, cowboy. Some dinner and a whole lot of ridin'
them hips would make me a happy girl."

"Good.
I think I'm gonna like you ridin' these hips."

Her
gaze slid down his chest, across his washboard abs to his groin. His cock
strained against the front of his jeans and the stiff denim did nothing to hide
it from her view.

"Appears
to me your already up for some fun."

"If
we didn't need to make Flagstaff tonight, I'd say pull this truck over so we
rock it a bit."

"We'll
have plenty of time once we hit The
Hitchin
'
Post."

"The
Hitchin
' Post?" he asked with a frown.

"It's
where I plan to stop tonight. They've got facilities to board the animals and a
hook up area for your trailer so we can have electricity. They even have
propane to fill the tank. Besides, I know the owners."

The
warm sound of his laugh made her smile. "Is there anyone you don't
know?"

"Mmm.
A few. I didn't know you before we met in Littleton."

"True.
If we'd have met before, I definitely would have remembered. I'm not one to
forget a pretty face."

He really thinks I'm pretty? Wow.
Even dressed in this baggy shirt, jeans and my dirty work boots? Most men don't
give me a second glance unless I'm all dolled up.

She
pressed her lips together and didn't say anything else. The proverbial foot in
the mouth syndrome came to mind if she opened it again. She didn't want to look
stupid—not in front of him.

The
stereo blared every country tune imaginable for the rest of the ride into
Flagstaff. Her destination sat just off the highway back in the trees; far
enough to get there quick but quiet enough you could forget about life for a
little while if you wanted to.

"Nice
place," Tucker said as they rolled into the yard.

"Yeah.
I love this one. Jack and Pam are real nice people too," she replied
turning the engine off. "Let's head up to the house to check in first, and
then we'll unload the animals."

"Sounds
like a plan to me."

She
met him at the front of the truck and they walked side by side to the long
porch surrounding the front of the house. The light flipped on as the door
opened with a squeak.

"Jacie?
Is that you, honey?"

"Hey,
Pam," she replied. "Yep. It's me in the flesh."

"Well
damn it girl. Get up in here so I can give you a proper hug." Pam came
from farm stock—hard working farm stock. Big boned, bigger hug and a large
bosom swallowed Jacie whole when Pam wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"Well, well. What have we here?" she asked, obviously spotting Tucker
standing behind them.

"This
is my traveling partner for this trip, Pam. Tucker Marshall meet Pam Brown."

"Nice
to meet you, Pam."

"You
too, Tucker. How'd you get hooked up with Jacie girl?"

"It's
a long story," Tucker replied.

"Well
hell. I got lots of time."

"Woman!"
Jack yelled with laughter in his voice. "What are you gaggling about
now?"

"You
shut up your mouth, Jack, and get out here. Give Jacie a hug you old codger
you."

Tucker
laughed and leaned against the railing on the porch.

Jack
pushed the screen open as he pulled her into another big hug. Pam's husband was
as skinny as she was wide.

"We
haven't seen you nigh on a year now. What are you doin' in these parts?"

"Truckin',
of course. I got me a big old mean bull in the trailer and ridin' his ass to
dice town. We needed somewhere to bed him and my mare down for the night. You
got room?"

"Of
course, we got room for you, baby girl. Always. You know that."

"You
got one fancy trailer, you're pullin'," Jack said glancing over her
shoulder.

"It's
his," Jacie replied pointing to Tucker. "Jack, this is Tucker
Marshall. He owns the bull."

"Nice
to meet you, Jack," Tucker said holding out his hand to shake Jack's.

"Likewise."

"We
need some electricity for the trailer and a couple of pens for the animals.
Nothin' special. Just a place to pull in for the night before we make the last
bit into Vegas tomorrow," Jacie added.

"No
problem, honey. Park that thing next to the paddock there and let 'em loose.
It'll hold 'em until morning. There's a hook up right by the fence. You can
leave the trailer right there." Pam's knowing black eyes stopped on
Jacie's face. "You sleepin' in the house or in the trailer?"

"In
the trailer," she murmured.

"I
figured as much. No need to be embarrassed by
hookin
'
up with Tucker, Jacie girl. He's one hot man."

Tucker's
laughter cut through the thickening tension, bringing it down to a tolerable
level.

"Glad
you approve, Pam." She snickered.

"It's
about damned time you hooked up with a man not after money."

Jacie
narrowed her gaze and shook her head, hoping her friends would get the message.
She didn't want Tucker to know more than she'd already mentioned. It didn't
matter so there was no reason to tell him.

"We
should get some sleep and get those animals out of the trailer," she said
changing the subject. She kissed both Pam and Jack before she turned toward
Tucker who watched her with a raised eyebrow. "We'll catch you two in the
morning before we pull out."

"Sure,
baby. Sleep well," Pam replied.

"What
was that all about?" Tucker asked as they made their way to the truck.

"Nothin."
She quickly hopped into the cab to avoid any more probing questions from him
although she wasn't sure she could continue to avoid them if he wanted to know.

Once
the animals were secured in the barn, she positioned the trailer next to the
hook up and shut the truck off. She exhaled in a rush and put her head on the
steering wheel. She didn't like the secrecy between her and Tucker, but the
money her parents had including the large trust fund in her name, didn't
matter. It meant nothing but heartache for her. If a man wanted her, then he
shouldn't care about the money in the bank.

"You
comin' or what," Tucker said when he pulled open her door.

"In
a sec."

"You
okay?"

"Yeah,
I'm fine." She crawled out of the cab carrying Macy and jumped to the
ground. "Sorry about all the stuff up there on the porch."

"What
stuff?"

"Pam
and her big mouth."

Tucker
put one finger under her chin, bringing her gaze to his. "We're havin' a
good time. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Then
nothin' else matters." He slid his full lips over hers as he pulled her
close to his chest. The cat growled low in her throat. The hum of his groan
reverberated through her body, as he tucked her in closer. "I want your
hot body under me in thirty seconds flat." He glanced down. "Without
the cat."

"Thirty
seconds, huh. Could be interesting to make that happen but I'm willin' to try.
How about you, cowboy?" She pulled away, shot him what she considered a
saucy smile before she spun around, running for the trailer with a hissing cat
in her arms. Four large steps from the door Tucker scooped her up in his arms.
A squeal and a giggle left her mouth. She smacked his tight butt with one hand
and he retaliated with a firm hand to hers. "Ouch."

Within
a minute or two, he tossed her in the middle of his bed and followed her across
it on his hands and knees. The cat took off like her tail was on fire.

She
help up one hand and said, "Tucker."

"Uh-huh."

"What
are you going to do?"

"Torture
you."

Her
nipples pulled tight at the heat in his eyes. "Torture?"

"Yeah.
I'm gonna lick every inch of your skin." Shivers rolled down her arms. One
hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her toward him. "Then I'm gonna eat
you up until you cream for me."

Her
pussy clenched as a heavy exhalation rushed from between her lips.

"When
you can't move anymore, I'm gonna slide into your sweet heat and let you ride
me clear into tomorrow morning."

"Wow,"
she whispered, her whole body heating from the inside out. Every touch, every
breath and every look, had her on fire for this man.

"Strip
for me," he said as he sat on his heels and crossed his arms over his
broad chest.

"Strip?
Uh…okay." First, she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt until she
lifted her eyes to catch the look in his. Need. Desire. Want. All for her. It
made her feel sexy as hell. She did a little wiggle of her hips and finished
working the buttons loose until the ends parted.

Her
hair fell in a curtain around her face, but she could still see him through the
thick strands. He licked his lips and heat pooled in her belly. Wet, thick
cream slipped from her pussy as a hot achy feeling settled between her thighs.

Pushing
the shirt off one shoulder, she peeked through her lashes to see him leaning
closer. She decided to heighten things a bit by drawing out the little striptease
he asked for. With her back to him, she dropped her shirt off both shoulders,
tossed her head and shook out her hair. Cotton material abraded her skin as she
let the shirt fall from her arms onto the bed.

Tucker's
ragged breathing could be heard in the silence. A strangled moan spiked the
sexual tension, but she wasn't sure if the sound came from her mouth or his.

Her
bra came off next with a quick flick of her fingers on the clasp. She turned
around, but held the lacy material to her chest. Her lips parted in anticipation
of his kiss and she swiped her tongue across the parched surface. Heat speared
her body starting at the beaded hard tips of her breasts and ending at the knot
of nerve endings of her pussy.

A
low growl erupted from him. She almost wasn't prepared as he dove across the
bed, tackling her to the sheets.

"I
didn't get to finish my striptease," she whispered, staring into his eyes.

"Later.
I want you now."

Hot,
insistent lips found her mouth. Tongues danced, sparred, licked and retreated.

Her
bra disappeared with a tug of his fingers before he cupped her breast in his
open palm. The slow knead of his hand had her arching her back for more. His
index finger and thumb rolled her right nipple, eliciting another tortured
groan.

Whimpers
spilled from her mouth only to be captured by his. He tore his mouth from hers to
skim his scorching lips across her cheek to her ear. "God, Jacie. You set
me on fire."

The
sensitive skin below her ear became his next target as he nipped at the skin,
then soothed it with his tongue. He licked, nibbled and glided over her skin
until he reached the aching tip of her breast. The rough pad of his tongue felt
heavenly on her sensitive flesh as he ran it over the hard tip.

The
soft hair at the nape of his neck slipped through her fingers while she
caressed the back of his head, then held him tighter to her breast, encouraging
his continued play with soft moans and little whimpers.

His
right hand found the button at her waist, flicking it free. Her thighs parted
as his hand snuck under the elastic of her underwear and through the curls
guarding her sex. The calluses on his fingers drove her crazy. One rough digit
glanced off her clit. Tingles of awareness raced down her spine, up her legs
and centered where his finger played. "Tucker, please."

The
tormenting stopped and she blinked in surprise until he moved away, ripped off
his shirt, tossing it recklessly across the room. Next came his jeans in one
swift motion. She watched in amazement while his cock bobbed against his
stomach.
Good Lord, the man is built.

He
grabbed her pants at the ankles and tugged them off, exposing her skin to the
cooling air.

"You
might want to flip on the heater before you climb up here." Goose bumps
dotted her skin. "It's cooling off in here pretty quick."

"Good
idea." The heater came on with a whoosh. "Now. Where was I?" One
eyebrow cocked as the teasing glint in his eyes made her capture her bottom lip
between her teeth. "Oh yeah. Right about here," he said, crawling
across the mattress toward her and pulling her into his arms.