Chapter Six
Taking her hand in his, he led her to the opening in the tent then nodded for her to enter before crawling in behind her. He had to have this woman and if it was his downfall, then so be it. However, he had a feeling it would be worth it. He crawled inside to see her on her knees staring at him.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
“Very sure. It’s… well, it’s been a while for me.”
“Same here.”
“Bullshit, Roark.” She sat back on her heels and placed her hands on her hips.
“It’s the truth. It’s been almost a month.”
Priscilla burst out laughing. “Almost a month? A whole month… so you think that’s a while, huh? Try a year.”
“A year? Well, I hope I don’t let you down then,” he said with a grin.
Getting to her knees again, she moved closer to him until she was able to wrap her arms around his neck.
“I seriously doubt that.” She leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth making him groan. She grinned at him making his dick twitch.
“I have to have you now or I might not make it out of my jeans.”
She reached between them, unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper then snaked her hand inside to wrap around his cock, and as if it hadn’t already been fully awake, it sprang to life so hard it was almost painful. Roark couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him as she squeezed his dick. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and eased her hand away .
“Keep that up and it’ll be over before it begins. Lie down,” he told her.
Priscilla lay down and looked up at him with those amazing green eyes. He settled in beside her and ran his hand down her stomach to the bottom of her T-shirt then lifted it off over her head. The black demi-cup bra she was wearing barely contained her breasts. He swallowed hard then looked into her eyes as he unhooked the front clasp and her breasts fell free. Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled making it harden into a stiff peak. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the other one then switched breasts. Her fingers clutched fistfuls of his hair making him think that she could pull it out by the roots, and he wouldn’t care right now. He slowly moved his hand down her flat belly to the top of her pants then slid his hand inside and into her panties to her curls. He slipped one finger down along her slit and rubbed it up and down. Her gasp and moans that followed were setting him on fire, and she was already wet. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb and she arched against his hand. Her breathing became heavier and a flush moved across her cheeks. She bit her lip then cried out when she came. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“God! That was so good,” she said between deep breaths.
“Just getting started, darlin’,” he said with a grin.
Roark pushed her jeans down her legs then tugged them off and tossed them aside. Slowly, he began moving up her legs, kissing his way to his destination. He looked at her strip of curls and couldn’t wait to taste the treasure they hid. His cock was so hard he ached but he was determined to savior her and go over every inch of her. Licking his lips, he ran his tongue over her thigh then switched to the other one. Spreading her legs, he pressed a kiss at the top of her mound and glanced up at her. She was watching him, her eyes dark with arousal. He grinned against her curls then moved his tongue down into her curls and ran it between her slit. He grinned again when she hissed in a breath. Moving his hands under her butt, he lifted her up then sucked on her clitoris.
“Oh, God! Roark… please,” she begged with a moan.
“I plan on it, sweetheart,” he said against her flesh then continued what he was doing. It wasn’t long before her breathing increased then she screamed when she came again, pulling his hair so hard, he was sure he’d have a few bald spots when they finished.
Moving away from her, he shucked his jeans and grabbed a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself then settled between her legs again.
“Still sure?” he asked.
“Yes, damn it. Would you just do it?”
Roark laughed then thrust into her making her gasp. Her legs wrapped around his waist then she groaned not in desire, but what appeared to be pain and dropped her legs.
“Roark, this hurts my ass. Roll over.” She pushed at his shoulders so he rolled to his back then she straddled him and slowly lowered herself down over him. They both moaned as she settled onto him.
“Does this hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned when she lifted herself then slid down again.
“No, this doesn’t hurt, trust me… it feels so good. You feel so good.”
He pulled himself up into more of a sitting position with her on his lap and kissed her. “You feel good too… but you need to move faster. I want it fast and hard. It’s been too long,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Too long? Almost a month is nothing. I need to make this last to make up for the year I haven’t had sex at all. Damn, Roark Callahan, you are one hung cowboy, and I don’t even like cowboys.”
Roark laughed. “You like this cowboy though… so move, damn it.”
Priscilla threw her head back and laughed then squealed when he rolled her to her back, got onto his knees, sat back on his heels and lifted her up so that theback of her thighs rested on the tops of his. She lay stretched out and open to him with her legs wrapped around his torso.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to do this.” He growled low in his throat as he continued to pound into her.
“Yes, oh yes. Harder,” she pleaded then gasped when he picked up the pace. She lifted her hips in rhythm with his. Her hands reached above her head and grabbed onto the blanket covering the tent floor.
“Now, Priscilla. Now,” he groaned as he came. She cried out his name as she followed him over the edge then he leaned over her hot, breathless body and buried his face in her neck. “Damn that was good.”
“Yes. Best ever. I might have to do that proposal after all,” she said, laughing .
Roark laughed along with her at her joke. “If it’s always that good, I might beat you to it.”
“Will you sleep in here with me tonight?”
“No, but you can if you want or you can sleep with me in the sleeping bags. We can zip them together and sleep under the stars.”
“No…I’m too afraid to be out in the open.”
“You think you’re safer in here if a bear wants in?”
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“I’m not trying to scare you, darlin’… just being realistic. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
“All right.”
Roark stretched out, pulling her back against him. “Let’s eat. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Me too.” She sat up and reached for her clothes. He watched her as she started to dress. He liked watching her do most anything.
Roark pulled his jeans on and then his T-shirt. After tugging on his socks, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead then crawled out of the tent. Once outside, he pulled his boots on then went about making a fire. He lit the kindling then added logs.
Soon the flames reached for the sky. The logs crackled as the fire wrapped around them and the smell of burning wood filled the air. Roark ran his hand down his face and looked to the tent. Damn! That had been the best sex he’d ever had and as much as he hated to admit it, he’d had more than his fair share of women. Being on the circuit, buckle bunnies were there for the taking and he’d taken quite a few. He glanced up when she emerged from the tent and he already wanted her again. She looked his way and gave him a shy smile then walked over to where he sat and took a seat on the log beside him. He watched her as she rubbed Snowy’s ears.
“Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“If you did, I don’t remember. Roark, that was…” She waved her hand around.
“Yeah, I know.” He moved closer to her and took her hand in his then kissed the palm. “Fantastic doesn’t seem to cover it.”
“I know. It was worth the wait.”
“It was worth no sex for a year?” he teased.
“Oh yeah, and I’ll be waking you up later.”
Roark groaned making her laugh. “Just let me rest in between, okay?”
“Of course.” She laid her head on his shoulder.
“I need to get some more wood so I can keep the fire going all night. It will get chilly up here.”
A howl ripped through the air making her emit a squeal. “What the hell was that?”
“Wolf. He’s not close though. The sound echoes off the mountains.”
“How many?”
“Could be just one howling to his pack. Don’t worry about it.” He stood. “I’m going to get some wood.”
Priscilla jumped up. “I’m going with you. There is no way I’m staying here waiting for a bear or wolf to show up.”
Roark shook his head. “You’re paranoid. Come on.” He took her hand and led her into the woods.
****
Priscilla clung to him as he led her into woods. The setting sun made the air much cooler. She followed him and glanced around then back to his ass in those tight jeans. She ran her eyes down his long legs to his boots. His jeans were straight-legged and bunched up on his boot and for some reason she found that incredibly sexy. Although the heels on his boots were worn, they still added at least two inches to his height. Her gaze traveled back up to his broad back admiring how his T-shirt hugged it and the sleeves were tight around his biceps. The man wasn’t lacking in any area and she knew that for an absolute fact. He definitely knew how to treat a woman in bed too. Well, a tent anyway! Using his fingers, mouth, and body, he’d easily brought her to three orgasms. She shivered at the memory of each.
“Are you cold?” he asked glancing over his shoulder.
Smiling, she shook her head. “Just the opposite. I was just thinking about that great sex.”
Roark groaned. “Stop.”
“It was great. I’ve never had three orgasms––” She let out a little squeal when he suddenly turned around to push her back against a tree, and took her lips in a hard kiss. She relaxed into him, wrapping her arms around him.
“Want to go for four?” he whispered as he moved his mouth across her cheek to her ear where he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it.
“Roark, you’re killing me. I can’t believe I want you again so soon.”
“I feel the same but it will have to wait because if I don’t get us some firewood, we’re going to get cold.”
“I’m sure you can keep me warm.”
“Evil. You’re an evil woman… and I like that,” he said grinning. His dimples peeked out in his ch eeks.
“I think those dimples are so sexy.” She laughed when he frowned. “You don’t like them?”
“Nothing I can do about it one way or the other. It’s a Callahan curse,” he said with a shrug.
“Well, I happen to like them, a lot.”
Roark chuckled then let go of her hand and squatted down to get some logs. He handed her a few of them then filled his arms and nodded for her to go ahead of him. Another animal sounded and she froze.
“It’s just an owl. Go on.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice. “I know you think it’s funny but I’ve never camped out in the woods and all these sounds are scary.”
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered close to her ear.
“I hope so because I’m not leaving your side all night.”
“That sounds promising.”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Oh, yeah… I plan on following that happy trail.”
Roark snorted. “Happy trail. Who thought of that anyway?”
“Some smart woman, I’m sure. Well, it is a happy trail. Look what it leads to,” she said dropping her gaze to his crotch. “Then there’s that delicious V that leads to the prize between the thighs.”
He burst out laughing, the sound filling the woods. “Christ, you’re bad.”
Priscilla laughed low in her throat. “Oh, cowboy, you have no idea but you’re going to find out.”
“Hell,” he muttered with raised eyebrows.
Pleased with her teasing, Priscilla walked out of the woods and over to the fire pit where she dropped the logs then turned to watch Roark walking toward her. She couldn’t stop her eyes from skimming down that long tall frame.
“How tall are you?”
“Six foot five. All of the Callahan men are that tall.”
“What does your family do?”
He dropped the logs then tossed some onto the fire and moved them around with a stick. “Have you heard of Callahan Whiskey?”
“You’re that Callahan?”
“Yes. My father and his brothers started the distillery when they were in their early twenties, and it just took off. When each of us turned twenty-one, we were given shares in the company.”
“Let me get my notepad. Do you mind if I put that in the article?”
“No, go right ahead. Common knowledge, sweetheart.”
“I’ll be right back.” She ran to the tent, crawled in, got her pad, then crawled out again and ran back to sit on the log. The air was definitely getting colder as the sky darkened. “Okay, so why do you ride bulls if you have money from the family company?”
Roark shrugged. “I like making my own money.”
“Your parents don’t mind?”
“No. None of our parents mind, as long as we’re doing what we want. Reid used to grow feed on his farm in Butte but he sold it to move back here to be with Lucy, and Devin and Jaxon have their guest ranch. We all built our own homes with our own money. The money from Callahan Whiskey sits in the bank. It’s there if we ever need to fall back on it. If we fail at what we’re doing, that is…but none of us has. The distillery is just outside of Spring Ci ty, sits on two thousand acres, and employs four hundred people.”
“Wow. Unreal. Most people know this, you say?”
“Yep. I’ve been in bull riding for a long time and once I retire from it, I’ll have the bulls I’m raising for income.”
“But it sounds like you don’t want your family’s money.”
“It’s not that I don’t want it, I just don’t need it. If a time comes when I do, then it’ll be there.”
“Makes sense. Does the guest ranch do well?”
“Oh yeah. It’s full every year. A lot of returning guests. Dev and Jax have a dance every Saturday night to say goodbye to the guests leaving on Sunday. It’s a minimum week’s stay and they have to check out on Sundays. Maybe we could go Saturday night, if you want.”
Priscilla put the pad on her lap and stared at him. Did he just ask her on a date? He looked away from the fire to look at her, and she smiled. “I’d love to go. What do I wear? Is it fancy? Do I need to buy a dress? What about shoes? I didn’t bring any dresses or heels with me––” She stopped when he started laughing. “What?”
“Dear God, woman. It’s a guest ranch and the dance takes place in a barn. You don’t need to worry about what you wear. It’s not fancy, and you can buy a dress if you want but you can wear jeans and those damn sandals you have with you.” He shook his head. “You women worry too much about what you should wear.”
“Well, I don’t want to look out of place.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, darlin’. We’ll go and you can meet Devin and Jaxon.”
“Is Devin married? ”
“No, he’s never married and I doubt Jaxon ever will again.”
“He’s young though.”
“Yeah, but he loved Bethany more than anything. Who knows?”
“I can’t wait to meet them.”
“No questions for them though. Especially Jaxon. Got it?”
She saluted. “Yes, sir. Is the distillery the only place to employ that many people? I mean, I know Spring City isn’t very large.”
“Less than a thousand people but no, it’s not the only place. I mentioned Ash Beckett to you before… he employs quite a lot of people at his ranch. He grows feed for cattle and horses. Then there are his brothers, JD and Gage, who own Beckett boots and that factory is just outside of Hartland and employs close to five hundred people. Clifton has the most people though, at fifteen hundred so I suppose they’re capable of employing the most. The rest of the people work their farms and ranches.”
“Good information. I think I’m going to have a good article.” She smiled.
Roark chuckled. “Good. I’m going to make us some hamburgers. Is that all right with you?”
“Sounds perfect, but I have to pee.”
“All right.”
“You have to go with me.”
“Okay but let me start the burgers first.” Once he cleaned the grill and put the burgers on it, he walked toward her, put his hand out to her, and she took it. “Come on then.”
“Oh wait… I have to get my toilet paper.” The heat spread across her cheeks as she retrieved her ne cessities.
Roark nodded when she returned then he led her to a spot in the woods and turned his back. She hurried and did her business then stood and walked to him.
“Do you have some water I can wash my hands with?”
“Yeah, in a bucket. I can smell those burgers so we’d better get back before an animal steals them.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No. Animals will smell food cooking and follow their noses.”
“I hate camping,” she muttered as she followed him back to the campsite. She looked up to the sky to see thousands of stars twinkling then just as quickly, she tripped on a branch and fell into the back of Roark almost knocking him down. He spun around and caught her before she fell. “Thanks. You’re quick with your hands, Roark.”
“When I need to be, and slow when I want to be.” He winked at her.
Priscilla laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist looking up at him.
“Kiss me, please. I love how you kiss.”
“I love how you taste.” He grinned then chuckled when he saw the blush she felt steal across her cheeks.
“And you say I’m bad.” She rose up on her toes and kissed his lips then he took over, and deepened it. His hands moved down to her ass and he squeezed it making her hiss in a gasp. He raised his head and looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you but I can’t seem to keep my hands off your ass.” He rubbed his hands on it.
“It’s all right. I’ll heal. When we get back, I’ll get in that hot tub of yours. I just dread the ride back.” She nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You told me you could ride.”
“I didn’t expect to have to sit in the saddle that long. I’ve only been on thirty minute rides.”
“Holy hell, Priscilla. You should have told me,” he snapped as he stepped away.
“You didn’t tell me how long we’d be riding,” she snapped back suddenly feeling defensive.
“Damn hardheaded woman. You’ll be lucky if you can sit down by the time you get back.” He removed his hat, thrust his fingers through his hair, and then resettled it.
“I’ll be fine once we get back and I can rest up for a day or two. I can type up what I’ve learned so far and when I’m better, I’ll follow you around some more.”
Roark shook his head then turned his back and started back to the fire. “Come on, let’s eat.
Taking a deep breath, she followed him. She hadn’t been lying when she told him she dreaded the ride back. Her ass was going to hurt like hell once she got back in that saddle and had to ride three hours again. Maybe she could convince him to stop once in a while, but she shook her head. It was better to get back as soon as possible because the thought of getting in and out of the saddle didn’t appeal to her at all. If he had told her it was a three-hour trip one-way, she might’ve hesitated but she still would have gone because she needed the story on him. She was glad she had come along though because she sure as hell wouldn’t have missed the sex for anything in the world. She’d been right when she’d thought he was any woman’s wet dream. She smiled thinking of sleeping with him tonight.
“You’ve never mentioned any family,” Roark said suddenly as he loaded a burger onto a roll and handed it to her.
“My mom and dad are divorced. She lives in California and Dad’s in Arizona. He just remarried recently.”
“Do you get to see him often?”
“About once every six months or so. I’m not real fond of the woman he married. She’s only a year older than me, and I guess she thought we could be besties. That so ain’t happenin’.”
Roark laughed. “Ouch.”
“Yeah. Well, I don’t really trust her either. I’ve seen her flirting with men when we’ve all been out to dinner, but Dad seems to love her. More power to him.” She picked up her burger and bit into it. Her father and his wife were the last thing she wanted to talk about and since Roark didn’t say anything more, she had a feeling he knew it.