Chapter 3 #3
“Push me now, Jensen. Push me down and take me,” Shyanna growled into his ear, and he almost lost it.
The last woman he’d been with was a buckle bunny he’d never seen again, and that was five years earlier.
That long, dry spell had been especially arid and desert-like.
Having a woman like Shyanna ask him to make it rain was like asking Santa for a million bucks and getting two.
“You want me to push you down and take you? I can definitely do that, little girl,” he breathed against her neck as he backed her into the corner of the sofa.
“But let’s forget about this little tiny sofa and get in that bed in there.
It’s not a lot bigger, but it’s a helluva sight more comfortable.
” Before he turned her loose, he reached behind her and pulled the elastic from her long, braided ponytail.
“Sounds good to me,” she said and nipped his neck.
That sent him to a place he hadn’t been in a long time, aching and almost sweating with need.
He climbed up off the sofa, took her hand, pulled her to standing, and swept her toward the bedroom.
Her hands busied themselves finger combing out her hair, and its long, wavy beauty stunned him.
As soon as she stepped in front of him, he reached out and slapped that beautiful ass.
“Oooo, you’re feeling frisky, stallion,” she said, laughing, and her voice sounded like birds singing to Jensen.
I’m getting laid! he sang inside his head.
They tumbled onto his little full-size bed and, in seconds, he divested her of her bra.
Every fantasy he’d had about those tits came true with one look.
They were round and firm, and her nipples were a shade of pink that made him think of the peonies his grandmother always had blooming in her yard.
Everything about her made him hard, from her sloping, graceful hips, to those sweet, perfect breasts, and the scent of her arousal told him he was going to be very pleased before the night was over.
As his fingers walked up the inside of her thigh, she grabbed his hand. “No.”
“What? You first,” he said, then leaned in and nipped her neck.
“No. We can do that later. Right now, I just need to be fucked. That’s what I want. Can you do that?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Can I do that? Can a rodeo matador survive forty-two concussions? I think I can manage,” he told her, his voice laced with sarcasm.
He never had to say a word―she spread her legs, drew her knees up, and when he’d managed to roll on a condom, she made every inch of him welcome.
And holy hell, it was a grand welcome too.
Every stroke was encouraged with her gasps and moans, and Jensen was overwhelmed.
It still didn’t make any sense that she’d shown up there and ordered him to fuck her, but she had, and he wasn’t going to take that for granted.
Twice as he powered into her he felt her tighten around him and cry out, and by the third time, he couldn’t hold back.
Five years of sexual starvation was wiped away in a split second as he emptied himself into the latex and fell on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight.
Shyanna’s arms encircled his neck and he felt her let go a huge sigh.
“Jesus, girl, you’re beyond incredible.”
“That was … I don’t think I’ve felt this way in years, and I mean a lot of years,” she said with a giggle. “I think that was about the best I’ve ever had.”
Jensen slapped his hands onto the mattress, pushed himself up, and stared down into her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Eyes wide and wild, her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline and she stuttered out, “Wuh, uh, I-I-I-I mean it. That was … impressive. Very impressive.”
His brow wrinkled downward. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah, I’m serious. You’re good, really good.”
He was flabbergasted. Hell, he’d barely touched her and she thought he was good.
“Sweetheart, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he whispered to her as he kissed her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, and when he rolled them to their sides, she went with him.
With a few kisses to assure her he wasn’t pushing her away, he moved back, still buried inside her, and let his hand trail down her soft belly, down her mound, and squeeze between them where they were joined.
As soon as he touched that sensitive little piece of real estate, she gasped. “We’re just gettin’ started, babe.”
“If that’s gettin’ started, I can’t wait ’til the grand finale,” she groaned as he stroked her, slowly at first, and then more purposefully. “Oh, god,” she moaned, her voice breathy and deep. “Oh, that’s … oh, god.”
He kissed the side of her neck. “Want me to stop?”
“Shit, no. Please, don’t stop,” she whined as he nipped her tender flesh. “Ohhhh, lord. Your fingers are magic, I swear.” To Jensen’s surprise, she cupped her own breasts and began to play with her nipples, unashamed of her arousal. It wasn’t something he was accustomed to seeing a woman do.
She wasn’t the kind of woman he was accustomed to being with, but he knew in that moment she was the woman he wanted to know more about, to be closer to, to spend more time with, and to bury himself in every time he got a chance.
Something about Shyanna made him feel … hopeful.
Inside her was determination, passion, and a toughness born of her survivalist nature.
Most women would’ve given up, stayed in an abusive relationship, worked a menial job to get by, but Shyanna had a dream and she’d gone for it.
Better yet, she wanted him, and she’d just walked right up and told him so.
He never gave it a second thought when he said, “Shy, you’re the most impressive person I’ve ever met. Being here with you is a privilege.”
She almost scared him to death when she threw her hands up over her head, braced them on the wall, and screamed out as her back arched with her climax.
Hips churning, her voice faded as the scream fell into a mute shriek, eyes squeezed tightly shut and head tipped back.
If that was Shyanna Owens in the throes of passion, she was the most beautiful thing Jensen had ever seen.
He watched her, trying hard not to blink.
He didn’t want to miss one single second of her wild abandonment, relishing the release he’d given her and proud to be the man to do it.
At the same time, he realized he’d completely ignored the fact that he was as hard as a tree trunk inside her.
His urge to pull back and bury himself in her over and over was just reinforced when she begged in a strangled, breathless voice, “Oh, god, please fuck me, Jensen. Please? I just want more of you.”
Jensen drew his hips back and plunged into her again.
As he did, he held her face in his hands and peppered her lips with kisses, not the deep, tongue-filled ones they’d drowned in before, but rather something sweet and gentle, those tender little pecks that he hoped would tell her she was more than a passing fancy, not just someone to pound into and walk away from.
When he nibbled her lower lip and she took his in her teeth, he let his hands slide down her neck and chest until he could tweak and twist her nipples with his fingers and thumbs, and the hisses she let loose told him he was doing exactly what he should.
“Hard enough? Deep enough? Tell me what you need, Shy,” Jensen whispered into her lips.
“Whatever you need, I want to give it to you, babe.”
“Ohhhhh. Oh, god. I’ve never … There’s nothing you could do wrong, Jensen.
Nothing,” she whispered back, locking her hands behind his neck and grasping his hair with them.
The little sparks of nerves firing in the roots of the strands sent a chill through his body and everything in his mind focused on the maleness between his legs.
Hardening and tightening, he tried hard to hold on, to give her enough time, and she didn’t disappoint.
As soon as her pelvis bucked against him, he dug down, slammed into her half a dozen times, and turned loose again.
The little trailer seemed quiet, but Jensen wasn’t sure―the pounding of his heart rang in his ears until he could barely hear Shyanna when she mumbled, “Oh, my god. I’m glad I’m not riding anything that bucks tomorrow. I think that might kill me.”
“You mean today.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“I said, you mean today. It’s like one thirty in the morning, Shy.”
“Oh, shit!” She tried to push away from him, but he held her firm with his hands clasped behind her waist. “I should go! I don’t want anybody seeing me come out of your trailer.”
Jensen hoped he hid the sadness he felt at those words. “Why?”
“Because they’ll give you even more trouble than they have already about standing up for me, and I don’t want that for you,” she said, then moved in and kissed him, a light little thing that was sweeter than it was hot.
“I don’t give a shit. I don’t care who knows.
It’s none of their damn business, and if they’re going to give you grief, I’m going to want to know about it,” Jensen announced.
He’d had just about enough. They didn’t know her.
They didn’t understand what she’d been through.
And she shouldn’t have to put up with anybody, anybody, giving her a hard time.
She’d had enough of those. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn’t give her a chance.
“Look, I don’t know how you feel. It doesn’t matter.
I’m committed to you now. I don’t just fuck buckle bunnies and run around humping any cowgirl I meet.
This isn’t something I take lightly, Shy.
I don’t know where you want this to go, but I don’t want you to assume I’m just playing with you.
This isn’t a game for me. I care about you or I wouldn’t have done this, no matter how hard you pressed. ”
His heart trembled when her gaze dropped toward her chest and she ducked her head.
“You’re the kind of man I’ve always dreamed about.
No man wants to hook up long-term with a woman who rides bulls and broncs, but I’ll take however long you’ll give me.
I want to be with you, Jensen. I don’t do this either, although I have to admit, I wouldn’t have many opportunities even if I were like that.
Most of the guys … well, you’ve seen how they treat me.
They don’t see me as a woman. They see me as a threat to their masculinity.
” She stopped and looked up at him, her eyes soft.
“I’m going into this without any expectations and when you’re done with me, I’ll understand. But it won’t be what I want.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled.
“Here’s what you can expect. I’m going to be right beside you.
I’m not going to get tired of you, or be done with you, or decide you’re too much trouble.
I can’t say the L-word yet, Shy, but I want to, and I eventually want to hear you say it to me too.
But right now, let’s just concentrate on getting through every day in one piece, keeping you from getting the shit beaten out of you, and having some peaceful time to get to know each other, in bed and out. Sound good?”
Shyanna nodded and smiled. “Sounds great. Sounds like heaven. But I don’t want to make your life harder than it already is. Rodeo is a hard life, Jensen. I know that. It shouldn’t have to be harder.”
“It’ll always be easier with you in my life, babe.” It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t say it yet. They needed more time. He just hoped they’d get it.