Three Times The Knockin' Boots: A Why Choose Romance (Dirty Coyote Series Book 6)

Dion 2

I stood to watch her leave, and as soon as Stayin’ Alive echoed through the dance hall, I dropped down to my knees. The sway of her fine ass as she walked away drove me crazy, and the way her rich, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back… well… she’d cast a spell on me, and I could barely think, let alone walk.

That woman had crashed through years of resistance, and I’d felt as if I’d been dancing my entire life.

“What the hell?” I said aloud.

“She’s got your number, man,” a deep voice echoed from above, and I knew it came from Kieran, the sound guy, but damn if he didn’t nail it.

“It’s all your fault,” I told him. “That kind of music is way too intense.”

“Naw… it’s just music,” he said, as he played How Deep Is Your Love. “Are you really going to let her go?”

I pondered his question for a moment.

“What the fuck?” I yelled over the music.

“A simple question.”

The song continued, and I couldn’t help but remember how she felt in my arms, like she belonged there. I hadn’t felt like that with a woman in so long, I thought those feelings were gone forever.

I hesitated for another moment, then I raced out after her. “Fuck you, Kieran the sound man.”

As soon as I opened the door, a shiny red pickup drove past me, and I knew it was her… it was Mindy. I stepped outside to watch her go, and when I did, she stopped her truck about ten feet away from me.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I walked over to the passenger side of her pickup, and the window came down.

“Did I forget something?” she asked, innocently.

“Yeah. Me,” I told her without giving my answer much thought.

“Well, then, you better get in,” she said, and I swung open the door so fast, my feet barely touched the ground as I jumped in and slammed the door shut.

Once I was settled inside, with my hat on my lap, she asked. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere you want to take me.”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere at all.” Kieran was right, this woman had my number, and she had dialed in close and tight.

“How far is your place?”

I ached for her. “We’re staying in one of Tammy’s larger cabins until we can find a place of our own. It’s only about five minutes from here if that.”

“Anybody home right now?”

I didn’t know what she was looking for in an answer, and if I knew for sure, I’d tell her exactly what she wanted to hear to get my way. As it was, I decided to go with the truth. It might be safer.

“I don’t know. They’re supposed to be out with a realtor.” We were looking for something with some land and a privacy wall. Like I told her earlier, we were here to work on some new songs while we played Dirty Coyote once a week. Plus, not only did I want to learn how to dance for my grandmother’s wedding, but I also wanted to write a special song just for Gram and Sam. They had loved country music since they were kids, so it had to be a special song. Something with a little bit of an old-time country melody that harkened back to their childhood.

That was the kind of love I wanted… the kind of love we all wanted… the guys in my band, Arlo and Jackson. But we didn’t have time to find three different women who would want to travel with us or would even get along with each other. We’d already been down that road, and it almost broke up the band. The women didn’t seem to like each other, which caused us to defend them, which caused us to get into it, which had led us to where we weren’t collaborating on new songs. Hell, we were barely talking to each other, and it showed when we performed.

Fortunately, for the band, the whole thing fell apart a little over two months ago, and we decided to give up on the idea of having permanent women in our lives right now.

Until we shared a stage with Hot Sugar.

That started us on an entirely new path which led to Sweet Whiskey and Dirty Coyote and this incredibly sexy woman. I’d spent several summers with my grandparents in Sweet Whiskey while I was growing up, so I knew the town well. In one sense, it hadn’t changed at all. It was still a cowboy town at its core.

But now, it was also home to several polyamorous relationships… relationships all three of us wanted to explore.

We were looking for one woman… one woman who was willing to take on all three of us at once. A tall order if there ever was one, but that was our goal, our mantra, and our current mission.

Rascal, Josh, and Luke from Hot Sugar had talked this place up like it was some kind of nirvana for polyamorous relationships. It seemed that Sweet Whiskey and the next town over, Cricket, had their share. We were curious about how that kind of relationship worked. Being in a band gave a guy an incredible amount of access, but that wasn’t the kind of relationship we were looking for. We wanted something deeper than another one-night kind of thing in some town we played. We’d already lived that way long enough. We wanted a woman we could all call our own, and vice versa. We wanted our woman, much like Connie Manors from Hot Sugar. They were committed to her just as she was committed to them.

We wanted that, and what better place to try for it than a town I already liked and where my grandmother still lived. Then there was always Dirty Coyote. If ever we were meant to be somewhere, it was here in Sweet Whiskey.

Of course, I had no idea if Mindy was into any of that. Hell, I wasn’t even sure she was into me, but damn it all to hell and back, I sure wanted to know more about her.

“How about if I take you there?” she asked, looking far too good with the sunlight pouring down on her. Who was this woman and why the hell was I so attracted to her?

“I have to be honest with you, if you take me home, it won’t be to dance.” I wanted to be truthful and upfront with her.

No games.

No bullshit.

Just the truth right from the start.

“Is that a promise?” Her smile lit up her face, and if I could swoon or something equally as corny, I would.

Oh yeah… she had my number, all right.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I should warn you—the guys could show up at any time.”

“Love to meet them. Didn’t you say they needed dance lessons, too?”

I couldn’t be sure we were actually still talking about dancing… or…

“Those boys might be in worst shape than I am.”

Which was true. Arlo had absolutely no rhythm, and Jackson could move and get the beat, but for some reason, after a few minutes, he’d lose it and stumble over his own boots. Maybe not all the time but for the most part.

“Then we need some intense… long sessions. I mean, if y’all are going to be ready for Granny’s wedding.”

My dick reacted to that statement. I didn’t quite know why, but it did, and the longer we spoke, the harder I got. It wasn’t what she said; it was how she said it—slow and sexy, like she knew her way around a man’s body.

I was all in. “I knew I liked you from the moment we met.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, Cowboy. Now, tell me where I’m headed.”

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, we were falling into my bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, while we tried our best to get out of our boots and clothes.

This time, instead of the Bee Gees filling a dance hall with their music, I told my phone to play my favorite country music, and of course, my own hits came on.

“I love your songs,” she whispered, as I tugged her shirt up over her head. “I’m a huge fan.”

Sunlight poured in through the windows, giving her skin a soft glow that made me want to touch and love on every inch of her.

“Thanks. I’m a huge fan of yours, as well.”

She chuckled, and her breasts moved just enough to cause my dick to throb. The woman did things to my body that I couldn’t control. Just her laugh made me hard. What the fuck was that all about?

“But I don’t play any music,” she mumbled while I kissed her neck.

“Baby, you are music,” I told her, and we chuckled as we tugged off our jeans.

One thing about Tammy’s cabins, the beds were big and comfortable, and at the moment, I appreciated both of those things. Plus, the blankets and sheets felt like silk on my skin, exactly what was needed for some hot sex with the hottest woman I’d ever been with.

We were taking this really fast, and I had a moment’s concern. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Never been more sure about sex in my life.” Her words echoed through me and gave me a shiver. “But there’s one little caveat. I’m not in the market right now for anything long lasting. I’m trying to expand my business. As amazing as this might be, I can’t afford any distractions. Are you okay with that?”

“Who are you?” I asked, looking down at her as if she couldn’t be real. I’d slept with my share of beautiful women. Even had a few long-term relationships that I thought would go somewhere, but none of them ever went longer than six months or a year before they blew up for one reason or another. Mostly because I was so obsessed with my music and performing. That kind of lifestyle, especially in the beginning, wasn’t suitable for a meaningful relationship. This babe had her shit together. I admired her for that.

“Your dance instructor.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I told her just as I unsnapped her lacy black bra and slid it off to reveal full breasts, that I couldn’t wait to kiss and touch. Her skin felt smooth and warm, and she smelled like lust.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said as I wrapped my lips around her round, hard nipple and cupped a heavy breast. Fuck, she was stunning and tasted like heaven.

“What? Had sex?” I teased, glancing up at her lovely face. She had eyes the color of an evening sky when it was about to turn black after a long day. The blue was so deep, I could get lost in those eyes for days.

She sniggered. “Had sex… this fast. It’s like we just met ten minutes ago.”

“Has it been that long?” I kissed her again, and her mouth tasted as sweet as honey. And that tongue on mine… absolute fire. “I’ve never danced like that before.”

“A first for us.”

When I slipped her black panties off and saw her sweet pussy, with only a dusting of hair, my breath caught in my throat. If she were any more perfect, I’d swear she was some kind of imaginary lover, and all of this was a dream.

And when her fingers wrapped around my hard dick, while her thumb ran across the tip, sending shivers along my balls and thighs, I knew this would be a mind-blowing experience.

“Um,” she moaned. “I like how you feel.”

“I like everything about you,” I told her, then I spread her legs and devoured her.

“Fuck, you don’t mess around,” she said, with a warm whimper.

I stopped and gazed at her lovely face. “Did you want me to take it slower? I can if that’s what you want.”

“Slow isn’t a speed I’m interested in.”

My grin widened right before I licked and sucked on her perfect clit, lifting her round ass up off the bed so I could slip my tongue deep inside her, lapping up all her sweet juices. Then, I heard her deepest of sighs, which made me want to feast on her pussy until I caused her to rip apart and shatter… for the first time.

I had a feeling this woman could set records with how many times she could come during one session of wicked, down-and-dirty sex.

And I intended to destroy her and get as down and dirty as she wanted.

I buried my face between her legs, savoring every inch of her, wanting this to last more than it should, wanting this orgasm to be one of the best and longest she ever had. It became my goal, my passion, my deepest desire. Not only did I lick and suck her, but I also plunged two fingers into her and hit her G-spot with each thrust.

“Holy shit!” she moaned, as she squirmed and rotated her bottom away from me, but I knew she was close, so I didn’t let up. Instead, I gently slapped her pussy a few times.

“Oh God,” she said. “That’s crazy good.”

I tapped and slapped a few more times, then went back to sucking on that perfect clit, flicking it with my tongue, as my fingers wasted her entrance. She was so wet and so slick, I could hardly wait to get my dick inside her, but first, she needed to come all over my face. I wanted to drown in her juices and have them cascade down my throat until I choked.

And just as I envisioned the moment, she shattered, and I didn’t stop… I kept eating her, feeling the beautiful spasms on my fingers and my tongue. It was magic.

She was magic.

To make the moment even better, the low purrs that came from somewhere deep in her throat reminded me of a fine bass guitar hitting the exact right notes to complement my favorite song.

I didn’t know where this relationship would go, or even if it would last more than the next few hours. She’d already warned me that her focus was on her new business. All I knew at the moment, whatever happened between us, I knew I wanted to find a way to keep her in my life, even if it meant we would only dance once a week.

When she opened her eyes and gave me a sly little grin, I knew I was in trouble. This woman was dangerous on way too many emotional levels.

Not wanting to lose myself completely, I took more control. I slid off the foot of the bed and pulled her legs with me, turning her over so that fine ass of hers was now on the edge, and her legs were hanging over the side. I ran a hand along her spine, then grabbed a condom out of my discarded jeans, opened the packet with my teeth, and placed it on the bed next to us.

“Stay down and open your legs,” I demanded.

“Anything,” she muttered, her head resting on the white sheets, hair all messy as it surrounded her lovely face.

“I’m going to fuck you now, deep and hard. Are you ready?” I slapped her round ass a couple of times, hoping she liked the slight sting of it. That would tell me how hard I could fuck her.

“Slap me harder. I want to feel your power before you fuck me.”

My heart nearly stopped, and I held my breath for a moment. What the fuck?

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I told her, trying my best to control my own excitement.

“I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

I slapped her again.

“Harder,” she moaned as her ass reddened from my hand. “Please. I’m such a bad girl.”

“Yes, you are,” I said and slapped her even harder, causing her cheeks to turn cherry red. “Really bad. And dirty.”

She bucked this time, and I was worried, but all she did was moan and open her legs even wider. I couldn’t help but run my cock over her swollen, soaking-wet pussy.

“Fuck me. Do it now,” she yelled, as I spread her cheeks to see her sweet back door. I couldn’t help myself. I slid my thumb around her pussy to get it good and wet, then I returned to that sweet ass of hers and ran my thumb around her rosebud entrance, letting out my own moans as she moved her ass with my touch.

Her moan was even deeper this time, and I knew she wanted more. “That’s my girl. Give me everything.”

She lifted her ass as I spread her sweet cheeks and pushed my thumb inside her, slapping her with my other hand. The sound that came out of her throat was pure pleasure, so I went deeper until my entire thumb was buried inside her. I pumped her for a bit more, slapping her and kneading her ass as I pleasured her.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!”

“You’re so dirty and so fucking bad. This ass is all mine.”

I leaned over and kissed each rosy cheek, then as she shattered once again, this time, not only did I have my thumb in her fine ass, but I plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. She pushed her bottom hard against my hands as her body exploded with pleasure.

“Oh God!” she yelled. “Dion. Yes. Oh yes!”

I quickly rolled on the condom, got her in position, and entered her. My cock was so hard, and she was so wet, I plunged deep inside her without hesitation. After slapping her bottom so many times, I knew she liked it rough, so I didn’t hold back. I went in deep and fast, without giving her an opportunity to adjust to my size… thick, wide, and long.

When she pulled herself up on her arms, I knew she liked it… liked it as rough as I was willing to make it.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me with each thrust, our bodies slapping together in perfect harmony, making our own music. Her body rocking each time we touched. I leaned over her and grabbed her hair from behind, gently pulling her head back.

“Say my name. I want my name on your lips.”

“Dion, fuck yes, Dion!”

That was enough. I’d reached my max. This time, we shattered together. I’d reached that point when my vision blurred, and I could barely stand. I let go of her hair and pulled her hips in so tight, I was afraid I might leave fingerprints on her skin. I’d turned into some sort of animal, some kind of beast that only wanted one thing, to come inside her, without this fucking condom. I wanted to wash her womb with my cum, and I wouldn’t be completely satisfied until that happened.

Still, for now, I’d take this… whatever this was.

I didn’t recognize the growls that poured out of me like some feral animal, rather than a grown, somewhat civilized man. At once, I felt powerful and under her spell. Like she tore at the very fiber of my soul and could turn me into a pile of rubble if she wanted to.

When I closed my eyes and pushed out the last of my seed, I collapsed over her for a few moments, then gently slid out of her, and tumbled on the bed next to her. Neither of us moved for what seemed like an eternity. It took everything we had just to catch our breaths. We were breathing so hard and fast, if we weren’t lying down, we’d collapse for sure.

I finally caught my breath and took my leave to dispose of the condom and clean up.

When I returned, and our breathing slowed to a normal pace, we made our way up on the bed, shoved pillows under our heads, and pulled the blanket over our naked, sweaty bodies.

We rolled on our sides, facing each other, and stared for a long time, not saying anything, just gazing at each other, like neither of us could believe what had just happened.

“Who are you?” I asked her once again.

She grinned and said, “Your dance instructor and possibly the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

“I’m not going to argue that.”

“Good, because if you did, we might have to do it again, just to prove it to you.”

“Is that a promise?” I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face like I had no control over my emotions whatsoever.

She moved in closer, wrapped her leg around mine, and said, “I’m ready to go again… right now. Are you?”

I pulled her in tight and whispered in her ear, “I didn’t get enough of your pussy. I want more.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, I shimmied down under the blankets, found what I wanted, spread her legs, and started all over again.

The difference was, this time, I purposely used that slow gear we had dismissed the first time. I had no intention of rushing, and when she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, I knew she felt the very same way.