12. Tripp
Chapter 12
Tripp
My favorite way to start the day was with my face between the love of my life’s thighs.
For years, I’d hung out in the bunkhouse or on the rodeo circuit with men who had slept with more than their fair share of women, so I’d heard talk about eating pussy before. But I never realized how much I’d love it.
Even with the moans spilling from my wife’s lips—fuck, I still couldn’t believe Penny was my wife and mine forever—there was a very real possibility I enjoyed this sexual act more than her.
My dick sure did. It was hard as steel, rutting into the mattress while my head was tugged by the hair to guide my tongue in the perfect spot to bring Penny pleasure.
Fuck, she was practically drowning me down here, but the taste of her was so sublime, I would greedily drink up as much of it as she’d gift me with.
Penny pulled my face deeper into her open pussy. “Tripp. Baby, I’m close. ”
That was my cue. Shifting my weight to one side, I added two fingers, curling them as I searched for the spot that worked like magic to make her shatter.
Her breathing hitched, followed by a guttural groan as her hips bucked so wildly that I ran the risk of coming away with a nosebleed.
Found it.
Applying firm pressure to her inner walls, I continued to flick furiously over that hidden pearl with my tongue, pinning her hips down when they shot off the bed, trying to escape the intensity of my oral assault.
“Oh God.” The words came out as a breathless pant before she chanted, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her pussy fluttered around my fingers before locking down tight, and when her back bowed, I lifted my gaze to watch her fall apart. With her pale skin flushed, and pink nipples pointed toward the ceiling, my beautiful girl let out a scream that echoed throughout the room.
Trembling thighs squeezed tight around my head as I licked her through the waves of her orgasm. When they fell away, I climbed up her body, not giving her a minute to recover before lining my cock up at her entrance and pushing inside.
A gasp sounded, and her green eyes sprang open as mine rolled back into my head. The blinding burst of white-hot pleasure was a shock to the system every time I sank inside her.
Immediately, the urge to move grew overwhelming, and I rolled my hips, causing my toes to curl as it sent shockwaves down my spine.
Dipping my head to tug one of her pierced nipples between my teeth, I mumbled around it, “You feel fucking amazing.”
Penny’s head thrashed against the pillows. “Legs on your shoulders,” she panted out .
I pulled back enough to grip behind her knees, maneuvering her legs so that the soles of her feet kissed my ears. Then I pressed my body weight forward so that she was practically bent in half; her ass lifted off the mattress as I drove into her with steady thrusts.
“So deep.” Her husky voice settled in my balls, already drawn tight in warning.
I wanted—no, I needed —her to come with me, and I knew just what to say to drive her insane.
Gritting my teeth against the orgasm threatening to overtake me, I grunted, “Gotta get it deep to give you that baby.”
Her hot pussy tightened around me like a silken vise. The mere mention of breeding always put her right on edge.
Upping the pace, my thighs slapped against her ass each time our bodies collided.
“How many do you want, Lucky? Two, three, four? Want me to keep you nice and pregnant for as long as you’re able?”
Palms pressed flat to the headboard, to keep her head from crashing into it as my strong slams moved her further up the bed, she cried out, “Yes! God, yes!”
Heart hammering in my chest and sweat dripping from my skin, I gave her everything I had, plunging into her like the secret to life could be found in the depths of her pussy.
Who knew, maybe it could. Only time would tell.
Electric shocks skittered down my spine, and she clamped down on my cock just as it began to swell, my release ripping through me like a hurricane. The force of it knocked the air from my lungs, and black spots danced across my vision as I gave myself over to the all-consuming pleasure that came from my wife milking me dry .
Pretty sure I lost consciousness for a minute because, by the time I came to, I was no longer above Penny—or in Penny—lying on my side as she brushed damp locks of hair away from my forehead.
In awe of the stunning creature beside me on the mattress, I mused, “How does it keep getting better?”
Penny’s face broke into a smile so big it touched her eyes. “Because our love keeps growing. It gets bigger and better every single day.”
“Hmm.” A corner of my lips tugged up. “I like that.”
“Good.” She kissed the tip of my nose. “Because I like you.”
I tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, my heart swelling until it threatened to break free of my ribcage. “I more than like you, Penny Sullivan.”
Burrowing into my chest, she purred. “I love you more than life, Tripp.”
We were literally living in a dream, and I never wanted to wake up.
When I’d learned that Tate pulled a Sullivan horse for his ride this evening, my stomach twisted into a painful knot, and it hadn’t loosened since. Sure, I might’ve been pissed when he flirted with my wife, but that didn’t mean I wanted him dead.
Thanks to a business decision my father had made over thirty years ago, every single one of our horses was a descendant of Rampage, the bronc that had trampled on him so badly he’d been forced to hang up his spurs. So, while every horse we put up for competition was spirited—that was putting it mildly—Thunder was downright feral. I’d never seen a rider stay atop him, and when they hit the dirt, it wasn’t pretty. He put the rodeo protection athletes to the test every weekend.
This was his first year on the circuit, and if I had anything to say about it, it would be his last. He was too dangerous to keep competing.
And now Tate was going to be on his back.
I wasn’t sure I could watch.
Penny dug her thumbs into my shoulders, trying to relieve the tension, but I shrugged her off. “That damn horse is gonna get someone killed.”
“Then pull him from competition.” She made it sound so simple.
I scoffed. “Yeah, and be the one to tell my father that I’ve put him in breach of contract?”
Sighing, she turned away from the arena to meet my eye. “What’s the alternative? I know you, Tripp. If someone gets seriously injured—or worse—from trying to ride Thunder, you’re going to blame yourself. So, fuck the contract. Facing your dad’s wrath is a small price to pay in order to live with a clear conscience, knowing you kept your friend safe.”
Closing my eyes, I pulled in a deep breath. Arms circled my waist and tightened, the pressure acting like a weighted blanket, offering comfort and allowing my mind to settle.
With my decision made, I pressed a kiss to the top of Penny’s head. “You’re right.”
“I usually am.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
Warmth settled in my chest when I pulled away from her embrace to find admiration shining in her brilliant green eyes. She was proud of me, and that was enough for all thoughts of the potential consequences of what I was about to do to fade away. Her respect mattered more to me than that of my father. Hands down, no contest.
“You okay alone here for a bit? ”
She gave my bicep a squeeze before rising on her toes to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Go save some lives.”
“Be back soon.” And with that, I was off, hastening my steps in search of the event coordinator.
The staging area was madness; there were people and animals everywhere with the rodeo in full swing. Currently, the arena featured the roping competition, but the broncs would be fed into the chutes soon. I was running out of time.
Sweat soaked through my flannel as my rapidly rising chest tested the strength of the buttons holding it together. Head on a swivel, my eyes scanned the crowd for anyone who could help me put a stop to Tate and Thunder’s ride before it was too late.
Relief surged in my veins when I spotted a man wearing a branded denim button-up. Waving him down, I had to stop for a minute with my hands on my knees to catch my breath before asking, “Any idea where I can find Jerry?”
“Yeah, he was headed to the trailer to cut the checks for the barrel racers.” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder.
“Thanks.” I damn near sprinted toward the trailer that acted as an office, set on the far side of the arena.
Bursting through the door without warning caused the rodeo secretary seated behind a desk to let out a surprised yelp.
“Sorry,” I panted. “Need to talk to Jerry.”
The man in question raised an eyebrow. “What in the hell’s so damn important you couldn’t bother knocking?”
“Thunder. I need to pull him,” I explained.
Concern flickered over Jerry’s features. “He hurt?”
“No, but—”
“Then I don’t see the problem. The broncs are up next. It’s too late to make a change. That’s not fair to any of the men competing.”
A sound of pure disbelief flew past my lips. “You know what’s not fair? Letting one of them get killed because it was ‘inconvenient’ to swap out a horse.”
Jerry barely resisted rolling his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic. No one’s going to get killed.”
“Can you guarantee that?” I challenged. When he stood there silent, I answered my own question. “No, you can’t. That’s why every single rider signs a waiver that leaves you free and clear in the case of death and dismemberment out there in that arena.”
Folding both arms over his chest, he didn’t back down. “Those men know the risks. They choose to compete anyway.”
“Whether they have a death wish isn’t up for debate. That’s my animal, and I want him pulled. Now.”
“Listen, son.” Ooh, my teeth clenched together so hard at his condescending tone that I swore I heard a molar crack. “I don’t know who put a bee in your bonnet tonight, but I’ve got a crowd full of people out there who paid for a show, and that’s what I’m gonna give ’em.”
I gestured toward the window behind him. “You’re right. You do have a crowd. There are families with kids in those stands. How likely do you think it is that they will come back next year after their little ones witness a man getting trampled to death in your arena?”
Jerry cursed low under his breath. “Fine. I’ll call down to the pens and make sure they swap Thunder out with one of the alternates.”
His hand went to his pocket, and he produced a cell phone, but raucous cheers sounded loudly from outside before he got a chance to dial.
All three of us in the trailer turned to the window, and my heart dropped to my stomach. We’d wasted too much time arguing, and now Tate was on the back of Thunder, being tossed around so violently he looked like a boneless rag doll. That damn horse went vertical with how high his hind legs kicked out, desperate to shake his rider.
To most, eight seconds went by in the blink of an eye, but right now, it dragged on for an eternity as I watched my friend risk his life for a shiny buckle and a pittance of a payout. All in the name of glory.
My eyes drifted to the timer. When it stopped and a buzzer sounded, I gripped the edge of the desk to keep from collapsing as relief rushed over me.
Fuck, that ride took ten years off my life, but it was finally over.
Tate landed on his feet in the dirt and took off running, climbing the fence. Safely on the other side, he kept his eyes trained on the board, awaiting the judges’ scores. It was out of my line of sight, but when Tate tossed his hat in the air, head thrown back and throat working to indicate a shout, I knew he’d blown away the competition.
Stumbling out of the trailer, I let out a wry laugh with a shake of my head. I sure hoped Thunder had enjoyed that ride—though I highly doubted it—because it would be his last. Fucker scored a forty-eight out of fifty. When you added that to Tate’s forty-four, they pulled a combined ninety-two. The next closest was in the mid-eighties.
When I made it back to Penny, her wide eyes searched mine in question.
“Was still arguing my case when they let him out of the gate.”
Her palm came to rest over my heart. “You okay?”
Swallowing, I nodded, replying roughly, “Yeah.”
“Good.” She bounced on her feet. “Because I need to talk about that ride. I’ve never seen anything like it!”
God willing, she never would again.
I grunted my agreement, not nearly as enthusiastic as my wife about Tate’s buckle-winning performance .
“Sully!”
Speak of the devil.
Penny bit back a smile as I tried to tamp down my annoyance at everyone else’s glee over a ride that should’ve never happened.
When I turned around, Tate’s smile stretched so wide I could have easily counted every one of his teeth. His body literally vibrated with adrenaline as he approached, shouting, “Hell of a horse you have there, man. Swear my life flashed before my eyes, but damn, what a thrill! Gonna take weeks to come down from that high, and I’m not mad about it.”
Penny looped her arm around my waist, tucking herself into my side. “Congrats, Tate. That was an insane ride.”
He tipped his hat at my wife. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Face pressed into my shoulder, she snickered. “He called me ma’am.”
After a stressful day, her laughter loosened the vise threatening to crush my chest. Bringing my mouth to her ear, I teased, “You like that?”
She hummed, eyes bright as she peeked up at me. “Yeah, but if you use it in bed, I’ll only be able to picture Tate’s face.”
I swatted her ass, and she jolted against me.
“Um,” Tate said awkwardly, and it forced me to drag my attention away from Penny. “I wanted to see if you and the missus wanted to come out for celebratory drinks tonight, but if you’ve got other plans . . .” For a guy who had no problem getting laid, a flush crept up his neck at the insinuation that I’d rather fuck the brat out of my wife than toast that he’d not only walked away from that ride alive but a champion.
Sliding my hand into her back pocket, I deferred to the woman who was my living dream. “Whaddya think, darlin’? Wanna try and hang with these young guns who are bound to be swarmed by buckle bunnies the minute we walk into a bar? ”
Penny guffawed, rearing back. “Young guns? You act like we’re senior citizens.”
I bit back a smirk. We were still in those three months of the year when I got to taunt her about being older. Placing a hand to my chest, I replied, “Well, I’m not, but you’re getting a bit long in the tooth, sweetheart.” I pretended to check a non-existent watch on my wrist, sucking in air through my teeth. “You know what? It’s already past your bedtime. Maybe we’d better pass, after all.”
Eyes narrowed, she hip-checked me as she walked toward Tate, giving an extra shimmy of her hips because she knew I was watching. Fingering the brim of his hat, she tossed a look over her shoulder that was pure mischief. “Mighty fine hat you’ve got there, Tate. Mind if I borrow it?”
The poor kid’s mouth dropped open as he was rendered speechless by her bold request—so much so that he remained frozen when she lifted the hat from his head.
It only took three strides before I had an arm hooked around her waist and hauled her to my chest. “You know I’m going to punish you for that,” I growled low in her ear.
“Counting on it, cowboy.” She wiggled her ass against my crotch, stirring my cock to life.
Tate blinked at us for a full minute before he cleared his throat. “So, yeah. I’ll see you guys over there?”
“Once the horses are taken care of,” I confirmed.
“Yep.” He turned on his heel and hustled away, likely feeling the sexual tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Aw, you scared him away,” Penny said in a pouty voice.
Looking skyward, I huffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Right, because it was me acting all kinds of inappropriate. ”
Twisting her head around, she graced me with a view of her sparkling eyes. “What are you gonna do about it?”
My teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her neck. “Truck. Now.”
The defiance in her voice did me in. “Not like you can make me.”
Her squeals were the sweetest music as I shifted my hold, carting her toward where my pickup was parked.