What She Wants (15 page)

"Oh, luv. Then I'll take you down like a footballer."

She snorted. "A tight end?"

"A what?"

Oh, right. He thought of football as something completely different. "Foreigner." She goosed him. "I can't believe they let you live in Texas."

"I'm a cowboy. Of course they do." He winked back at her, wincing when something pulled.

"Ow. Easy, Pack. Rest. Let me make some coffee."

"Okay." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, and she got the feeling maybe he'd worn himself out a bit when Adrian got home.

She headed to the kitchen, whistling under her breath, waving at Adrian in the back yard. Adrian waved back, flashing her a wide, white grin before getting back to hauling some feed.

It was a little weird, but she was happy.

Really, truly happy.

***

Adrian stretched, feeling the burn along the backs of his shoulders. It felt good to work, to get some time in at the ranch. Help Pack out. It felt good to be with Calleigh, too. Shit, he'd never seen her ride a horse before. It was inspiring.

Pack was sitting out on the back porch, beer in hand, mouth hanging open as they stared at Calleigh. "Lookit her, Chook."

"I know!" Adrian shook his head. "I had no idea."

"It's damn hot, really."

She was flying, exercising one of the roans, both of them going flat out. "It is," Adrian agreed. There was so much he didn't know about his girl.

"Wonder what she'd do on a little bull..."

"Stop it." No way. His girl was a girl, through and through.

"What? She's a strong sheila."

"She's not a guy," Adrian said. Packer was so weird sometimes.

"No. No, I seen all her bits..."

"Then no riding bulls."

Packer snorted. "Sexist."

"Fucker. Am not. She's not meant to do that shit."

"Why not? She can tote feed,” Packer pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I'm here now. I'll do it." He chuckled, grinned at Pack. "You should have seen her in the barn lugging that bag around."

"I should have." Pack grunted, face clouding over. "Fucking useless, I am."

He looked at Packer. "Don't be a wanker. Next time, stay out from under the bull."

Packer blinked, then broke into that amazing grin, which transformed his whole face. "Yeah, yeah."

They watched Calleigh go, and Adrian saw it before it happened, the little roan headed for the fence, full-bore, intending to jump it, or try to.

"Shit." Packer was struggling to get up, but neither of them was gonna help. Calleigh pulled the mare up, but went right over the horse's ears, flopping on the ground.

"Goddamn it! Calleigh!" Adrian took off at a dead run, while Calleigh slowly sat up. He skidded to a stop next to her, batting the anxious roan away so those hooves didn't hurt anyone. "Baby?"

"I'm okay." She was a little teary and there were going to be bruises, but she reached for him easily.

"You hit hard, baby girl. You're a cowboy." That ought to make her smile.

"I'm good." She stood up, brushed her backside off with shaky hands.

"You are. I didn't know you could ride like that, huh?" He grabbed the reins, pulling the roan up short.

"Yeah, but did you know I could fall off so well?" She reached for the mare, murmuring softly, calming her.

"You did great. Packer thinks you should ride bulls, yeah, mate?"

Packer was slowly making his way across the yard. "No fucking way! You hurt, girl? Come here, let me see!"

Adrian hid a grin. Fussy old bastard.

Calleigh’s cheeks pinked. "I'm fine."

"I said come here, damn it."

Calleigh headed to the fence.

"You want him to fall and break something else, baby?" Adrian asked. Packer was more stubborn.

"No!" She went to Pack and Pack tugged her in, tilted her face up to look at it.

"You okay, luv?" Packer studied his girl, really looking her over.

"Just a little rattled." Bruises were blooming on her face, but she had a smile for Pack.

"Let Adrian walk the mare out, luv. Come get some ice on that."

"I..."

Pack grumbled. "Now, Calleigh. Chook, you good?"

"I am." Adrian would turn the horse over to the wrangler, who should be doing the exercising in the first place, and make sure his girl was okay.

Packer herded Calleigh back toward the house, rumbling softly all the way. It was bloody adorable, how Pack could turn the tables and take care of someone.

Adrian handed off the mare, headed toward the house.

Calleigh sat in Packer's chair, a cold beer pressed to her cheek. “I'm okay,” she said.

"Where's Pack?"

"Getting her an ice pack." Packer hobbled out the back door, holding an ice pack.

"I told him I'd be fine."

"Let me cluck for a change," Pack said. “I get to turn the tables.”

Adrian chuckled. "Yeah. It's fun to watch."

His ass was popped, hard. Adrian jumped, the sting making his breath catch. He'd never hear the end of it if anyone but Pack and his girl found out how he felt about that.

Pack went to Calleigh, took his beer and handed over the ice pack. "Damn it, your sweet face."

"She'll be all right, mate." Adrian nudged Pack down into the porch swing.

"The mare just got away from me is all. It's been a while."

"You looked good, luv." Pack wasn't much on compliments like that. He really liked Calleigh.

"Thanks." She smiled over, eyes dancing a little bit. "I'll get better."

Adrian cackled. "She needs practice."

"No more practice falling." Pack sounded sure.

"No, just riding,” Adrian agreed. “You. Me."

Packer groaned. "I could get behind that, Chook, that sweet girl around my cock."

Calleigh stared at him, her thighs rubbing together. Adrian grinned, feeling a pleasant tightness in his groin. Nice.

"You okay, Ades?"

"Huh? Yeah. Just horny."

"Didn't you get enough already?" Calleigh asked.

Silly chick. Like there was ever enough. "What?" He winked at Packer. Packer grinned back.

She chuckled, shook her head. "Horndogs."

"We're boys, huh?" Adrian just figured it was a byproduct of maleness.

"Yes." Those pretty green eyes looked them both, up and down. Approving. Damn. She was just something else, his girl. So hot.

Packer groaned, shifted. "That's not fair, to look at a bloke that way."

"It's only not fair if she's not gonna follow through." Adrian knew better with his girl. His Calleigh wasn't a cocktease, not even at her meanest.

"She's all beat up." Packer still seemed pretty worried on that.

"She's nowhere near as busted as you." Or as him, for fuck's sake.

Packer just stared at him.

"She's sitting right here!" Calleigh said, snorting.

Adrian chuckled. "And she's grumpy."

"Well, I can't blame her. She needs a cuppa and a nice hot shower."

"Mmm. I might take a shower. Packer, you should have a hot tub here."

"Oh, that's a good idea."

Adrian looked from Packer to Calleigh. One suggestion from her and it's a good idea? What the fuck?

"What?" Packer stared at him, the corner of that pretty mouth curling up.

"You..." Fucker. Packer was a fucker. Adrian had been after him to put in a hot tub for years.

"Me. Hot tub. I like it."

"Me too. We could bubble." Calleigh looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"We so could. We could all fit, too." Packer gave him a raised brow. "See, we never needed it before because we'd both fit in the bath."

"Mmm. I like it. All of us. Lights. Beer." Calleigh hummed, nodded.

"We just needed a reason." Packer chuckled. "I can write it off as rehab."

Calleigh's laugher was sweet as sugar. "There you go!"

"I like it." Adrian nodded. Tomorrow they could go looking for a hot tub for three.

Calleigh stood, winced a little, her bruises starting to show. "Gonna grab a shower, y'all."

"Want me to come with?" He gave Pack an apologetic glance, but he wasn't above taking advantage.

"You going to wash my back for me, Ades?"

"Hell, yeah." He waited for Packer to wave him on, a wry grin on that expressive face. Then he took Calleigh's arm.

"So did I look like a total idiot out there?"

"What? No. You looked amazing, baby girl." Adrian helped her strip off, wincing at some of the bruises he'd not seen yet.

"It felt good. Fun."

"Good on you. I had no idea." He got her boots off when they hung her jeans up. God, she was something -- so little for as strong as she was. When she was bare he got the water going and stripped off his own kit, reaching for her as soon as he could. "You need that hot shower, baby."

"I do." She moved into his hands immediately, let him hold her.

Adrian hummed, getting her in the shower. Pack had a nice big one with two shower heads. It rocked.

The water hit her and she moaned, pretty skin going silky for him, just like that.

"Look at you. Missed you, baby girl." Adrian bent to lick a few drops of her shoulder.

"Missed you, too. We both did." Her nipples tightened, just like that.

"Yeah? Good." He was selfish enough to want both of them to need him. He wanted to have his cake and eat it, too.

"Mmmhmm." She leaned in, rubbing along him, slick and warm.

Her breasts felt soft against his chest, her nipples hard little points. He'd always loved that, the way she responded to him.

"Open the curtain, Chook. Want to watch." Packer's voice was low, husky.

Adrian's scalp prickled, his cock pressing harder against Calleigh's belly. "We'll get water all over."

"The floor'll mop. Open the fucking curtain,” Pack demanded.

Calleigh snuggled in, giggling softly.

Adrian laughed, pondering teasing Pack a bit more. That was mean, though, as the man was less than mobile. "All right, mate. Here." He opened the curtain halfway.

"Oh, you two are a sight. Turn a bit, now. Let me see her backside."

Adrian grunted, his feet slipping, a little clumsy with his need. He got them turned, though, so Pack could see. Calleigh wasn't helping, those hands sliding down his back, nails teasing a little. Adrian tried to go up on tiptoe, bracing against the wall with the hand not holding Calleigh's butt.

"Horny thing," Calleigh murmured. One of her hands cupped his balls.

"He's always horny, yeah, luv?" Packer had moved to lean against the sink, good hand pressing against his crotch.

"Always." Calleigh turned her face up for his kiss.

Adrian took it, only thinking for a moment about the show they were putting on. Then he got lost in the taste of her. Fuck, her mouth was like Heaven, tongue sliding along his, kissing him right back. He did love the way his girl kissed him. She wasn't afraid to eat him up.

"Spread her a little now." Packer was a demanding bastard. Still, it was a good plan. Adrian lifted one of Calleigh's legs. "Look at that. Wet and pink."

Calleigh shivered, stepped closer.

"Mmm. She feels good, Pack. Hot."

"Y'all..." Mmm. He liked that sound in his girl's voice.

"So pretty. She's so pretty, Adrian. Touch her for me."

His fingers slid down her ass, spread her a little wider. Packer moaned, shifting around. Bless his heart, it had to be hard to get comfortable.

"Everything okay, Pack?" Calleigh leaned back, grinned at Packer upside down.

"Uh-huh." Damned if Pack didn't lean forward and kiss her mouth, short and sweet but pretty. The position did amazing things to her boobs.

Adrian ducked his head, rubbed his stubbly chin across one nipple.

Calleigh moaned for him, her hands on his shoulders, nails digging in. Tingles slid right down his spine.

"Don't you drop her, now, Chook."

"No. No, I got her." He did. His footing was solid now, and he had Calleigh in a good grip. He could feel Pack's hand, sliding between her legs, touching her, teasing her folds. Adrian panted, pressing harder against her soft skin, needing friction all of a sudden. His cock slid along the crack of her ass, and he grabbed her hips, keeping her close.

"Love that. Love how you feel, baby girl." Adrian kissed her skin, licked up water.

"Uh. Uh-huh..." She shuddered, then propped one leg on the side of the tub.

"Fuck." The awe in Pack's voice was something else. Shivery good.

"Please, y'all. Keep touching."