Chapter SixBlowing off Steam
What could be better than a round of line dancing accompanied by upbeat country music?
It's a cowboy tradition. I'm still holding Jo's hand, and I can't help smiling when I realize which dance we're starting with.
It's the good ol' Tush Push. This dance is a longtime favorite of mine, and I smile even more when the music starts up.
It's Billy Ray Cyrus singing "Achy Breaky Heart.
" Some people don't like that song, thinking it's too cheesy.
But it's the perfect accompaniment to the Tush Push.
"Tush Push? Really?" Jo's eyes light up with recognition as the familiar beats fill the air. She grins and laughs, weaving through the crowd to find us a good spot. "I never would've pegged you for a line dancing fan."
"What's wrong, Callahan? Can't keep up?" I tease, knowing full well that she can probably dance circles around me.
"Just watch me, cowboy."
We stomp and slide in perfect sync with the crowd, our boots scuffing on the worn wooden floor. Jo moves her body with effortless precision and grace, every step executed with the same confidence she displays in the arena. I catch myself watching her more than I'm paying attention to my own steps.
"Eyes forward, McKendrick," she reminds me when she notices I'm staring at her ass. But a playful smile tugs at her lips.
The song ends, transitioning to another line dancing favorite of mine---the Boot Scootin' Boogie.
Jo gets even more into it now, and the way her body moves, especially how her ass moves, makes it hard to keep my eye on the other dancers.
I bump into somebody. Thankfully, everyone's having too much fun to care.
When we pivot on our heels, and our gazes lock, sizzling heat sparks between us.
I know she feels it too, based on the look in her eye.
The crowd on the dance floor seems to fade away, and suddenly, it's only the two of us kicking up our heels and bumping into each other on purpose.
I never used to think line dancing was erotic.
But damn, with Jo Callahan it is. The other dancers, the music, the heat of bodies crammed into a small space. ..it all vanishes from my awareness.
Then the music shifts. It transitions to a romantic ballad that has steamy undertones. Jo doesn't miss a beat. She wraps her arms around my neck and molds our bodies to each other, eliminating the space between us.
"Is this part of your visibility plan too?" I ask, my voice huskier than I intended.
"Maybe." Her gaze remains bound to mine. "Or maybe I just want to feel how solid you are."
She grinds her hips against me, making my cock jerk. The scent of her elicits a rush of blood heading south, and I know she can feel exactly what she's doing to me.
"Careful, Callahan," I warn. "This is starting to feel less like strategy and more like...seduction."
"Maybe it's both."
"Both, huh? That could get complicated."
She drags her tongue over her lips, deliberately teasing me. "Aren't you dying to kiss me, Clay? Strictly to find out how it would feel."
The sultry tone of her voice, coupled with the fluid way she moves that body, makes it hard for me to think.
Jo's body is all fluid grace and barely contained fire, like a volcano about to erupt.
Before I can answer her question, I sense a pair of eyes boring into my back.
Turning slightly, I catch Brock Sterling watching us from the bar with his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed.
Several phones are pointed in our direction, capturing what must look like quite the romantic moment.
"We've got an audience," I say quietly.
Jo follows my gaze and smirks. "Let them watch. Let Brock watch, I don't care. Do you?"
She presses her body closer, molding her curves against me in a way that makes every coherent thought scatter.
The music thrums through the floorboards and up into my bones, but all I can focus on is the weight of her in my arms and the fluttering of her pulse beneath the delicate skin of her throat.
When she tilts her head back to look up at me, the intensity in those emerald eyes makes my dick twitch.
The song winds down, but neither of us tries to step away.
I thread my fingers between Jo's, guiding her away from the dance floor and the crowd.
She stays quiet, licking her lips and smiling up at me with molten heat in her eyes.
She wants me as much as I want her, that much is obvious.
Maybe I shouldn't fuck her, but I can't resist seducing the rodeo queen.
The way she weaves around barrels...It's poetry and sex all in one package.
I haven't been with a woman in longer than I care to admit.
The ranch, my PRCA dreams, they've consumed all of my time.
Now it's my turn to blow off some steam.
As I usher Jo over to her truck, I halt with one hand on the door. "I think you know what I want, Jolene."
She bites her bottom lip, releasing it little by little. "I want the same thing, Clay. Think you can make me come like a rocket ship flying to the moon?"
"Hell yeah."
I back her up against the side of the truck. I bracket her face with both hands as I capture her mouth with mine. She tastes like beer and something uniquely her, and when she parts her lips with a soft moan, I deepen the kiss until we're both breathing hard, tongues tangling in fervid exploration.
"Get in the truck," I growl.
Jo fumbles for the door handle behind her, and we tumble into the cab together. I lift her onto my lap while she frantically works at my belt buckle. I bury my face against her neck, dragging my tongue over her salty skin. Damn, even that part of her tastes like heaven.
"God, Clay," she moans while unfastening my jeans. "You're the hottest cowboy on the circuit, and I've been dying to get you between my legs."
"Shit, Jo, I'm so hard I might explode inside my briefs."
The only sound she makes is a soft "unh" that's rife with urgency.
I tug her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that's virtually transparent. Her tits almost spill over the cups, and I can't wait to feel those mounds in my hands. I need to taste them right now.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I snarl, brushing my thumbs over the lace-covered peaks. She arches into my touch, her head falling back against the seat.
Jo undoes the rivet on my jeans, rising to a crouch so she can yank my briefs and jeans down far enough to free my cock.
My clothes are now trapped near my knees.
I'm fully hard and raring to go, so pent up that I might erupt any second.
But first, I need to get rid of her bra so I can devour those luscious nipples.
I reach behind her and unhook the clasp with practiced ease, sliding the straps down her shoulders until the lace falls away completely. Her breasts are even more perfect than I imagined---full and firm with rosy peaks that beg for me to gorge myself on their flavor.
"Christ, Jo," I rasp, cupping her tits roughly in my palms, flicking my thumbnails over the tips of her nipples Jo releases whimpering cry filled with desperation. "You're gonna be the death of me, sweet Jolene."
"Shut up and make me come." she gasps, her fingers frantically working at my shirt buttons. "Please hurry, Clay, please. I need to feel your skin on mine and dick inside me."
I help her push my shirt off my shoulders while she splays her hands over my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. The sensation fires a heat-seeking missile straight into my cock. Reflexively, I groan low in my throat. "Shit, Jo, what are you doin' to me?"
She clasps my dick with both hands, grinding her folds into me again and again until her cream is dribbling onto the seat and her juices have drenched my cock. The aroma of her desire suffuses the cab, ramping up my lust even further.
"Damn, Jo, I need to fuck you so bad I'm going crazy," I groan, my hands gripping her hips as she rocks against me. "You're already so wet for me. I can smell it and almost taste it."
"I've been soaked ever since we started dancing," she pants, her breath hot against my ear. "Stop talking and fuck me, Clay."
A terrible thought suddenly hits me. "Oh, no. I don't have a condom."
"Don't worry, I've got one."
She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a foil packet. When she rips the packet open with her teeth, I hiss in a breath. A bead of liquid lies poised on the head of my cock, and I know I can't wait much longer. But when she moves to sheath me herself, I grab her wrist to stop her.
"Sorry, darlin'. I'd better do that myself, or this'll be over before it starts."
The dim light inside the cab makes it more difficult to see her expression, though the neon sign on the honky-tonk provides a bit more illumination.
Once I've got the condom on, Jo takes over again, sinking onto my dick so slowly that my pulse pounds in my ears.
Damn, it feels amazing to have her wrapped around me, and I want to thrust up into her with every ounce of my strength.
But I hold back, gritting my teeth as she adjusts to my size.
"Oh my God," Jo gasps, her head falling forward to rest on mine. Her inner walls clench around me in pulsating waves, hot and tight and perfect. "Can't believe how incredible this feels, Clay."
"Neither can I, darlin'." My voice is strained from the effort of staying still. "You're so tight, Jo, I---"