Chapter 21
Jessie
Trey stomps up the steps to the Airbnb. “Wait until I tell Dot you tried to kill me.”
“Always so dramatic. The big, tough bull rider can’t handle a couple of jumps and some doughnuts.”
“You used the roll cage! We literally rolled over!” He throws his arms out. Clearly still upset about the one time I tipped us over.
“We were perfectly safe with the three-point harnesses and helmets. That’s why they say to keep arms and legs inside the vehicle.”
Trey looks at me like I’ve lost my mind before unlocking the door and stepping inside. We’re covered in sand and dust from head to toe. We take turns showering before warming up the takeout we brought back with us.
I caught Trey glancing at the hot tub earlier, and I’m dying to get in it again, but neither of us has said a word about it.
My muscles are sore, and it’s been a long day, but I refuse to be the one who brings it up.
Trey is so fun to be around. He always makes me laugh and smile—I don’t want to ruin our night like yesterday.
Plus, we have two more nights of sharing a bed, and it’s already hard enough not to jump his bones.
We’re clearing the takeout containers when Trey says, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting in the hot tub since someone jarred my aching back.”
“Oh, please. You feel fine.” I follow him into the bedroom space. “But if you’re getting in, so am I.”
We change into our suits before soaking. Stargazing and relaxing.
“What’s on tomorrow’s agenda?” I ask. They got a ton of photos and video footage today, so I’m not sure what they’ll do for an entire other day.
“More photos and videos, but they’ll bring out the Rage Girls.
They’re like the Monster Girls. We’ll do video and photos together, more promo stuff.
” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. I’m sure to him it isn’t, although I heard Greg tell someone Trey has worked with them for three years.
This company must be huge and clearly treats him really well.
“Nice, that’ll be cool. I might hike up the smaller mountain if I won’t be in the way.” I noticed they were only shooting with the larger mountain range in the background.
“Go for it. They won’t shoot in that direction. Make sure you take water with you.”
I nod, and we slip back into silence. An electric charge fills the space around us. We’ve always had tension between us, but since that kiss—my blood heats just thinking about it—it’s off the charts. I know he feels it, too, and by the sound of it, he’s not opposed to it happening again.
Hell, am I?
There is a very long list of reasons it shouldn’t happen again.
Even if a large part of me wishes it could.
I push the thought from my mind and slip out of my seat, floating over to the hot tub settings.
The control panel is lit up, but I can’t find the light options.
Tapping through its screens, I grumble about colored lights.
“What are you doing?” Trey asks from behind, swimming closer.
“Trying to change the lights to multicolor.” I keep pressing buttons with no results.
“Here, let me look.” He’s so close I can feel his breath on my shoulder.
“I’ve got it.”
“Obviously. Let me see.” He tries to peer over my shoulder, but I move to block his view. He laughs. “I think you just like to argue. Lemme see.” He asks again, moving to my other side.
I move and block him again, a small giggle slipping out when he sighs like I’m the biggest pain in the ass he’s ever met. I’m not even looking for the light controls anymore; I just don’t want him to look.
It’s when I move to block his view again that his arm slips around my waist and pulls me back. “Alright, that’s enough. Let the expert work his magic.”
I squirm, but he keeps his hold on me, spinning me away from the panel so he can look at it.
“Let me go!” I wiggle in his iron grip, splashing water everywhere.
“Multicolor, you said?” he drawls, ignoring my request for release.
His hold loosens enough so that I can spin to face him, right as the lights flash blue, purple, and yellow. Of course, he figured it out in like four seconds.
Show off.
My legs straddle his thigh, one of my hands on his chest and the other on his shoulder. His arm is still around my waist. I was preparing to step away from him until he looked back at me. His baby blue eyes hold mine, and I suck in a breath when they drop to my lips.
I don’t push him away.
Would it be so bad if we kissed? Or more? We could have a little fun before he leaves for rodeos, and then we pretend it never happened. Right? He’s an expert at one-night stands and short-term flings. We could get it out of our systems and move on with our lives. No one would ever have to know.
I ache for him to touch me, really touch me.
My restraint is the weakest it has ever been, and at this moment, I can’t remember why I’ve been holding back.
Trey will leave, and Daryl won’t be able to use him against me.
A thousand miles from home, we could have one night—one night to take what we’ve both been reaching for.
I run my hand from his shoulder up to his hair, threading my fingers at the base of his skull.
Trey groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “Jessie . . .” The whisper sounds more like a warning. He wants me, and he’s holding back because all I’ve done is push him away. But I’m so tired of fighting this.
“Just this once—”
His lips crash to mine. He doesn’t need to hear more. It’s not a slow and tender kiss like last night; it’s wild and consuming. He turns in my arms.
My thighs grip his hips, tightening like a reflex.
Trey kisses me like he’s been holding back for far too long and now he’s done waiting.
His tongue runs along mine before he nips my bottom lip, causing my breath to shudder.
He must like that because he pushes his erection up to grind on my center, and this time, I don’t push him away.
I gasp at the pressure. The fact that he’s already hard boosts my confidence.
He breaks the kiss, pulling my hair to tilt my head back as he licks down my neck. It’s slow, deliberate, erotic. This is a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Jessie, baby, tell me to stop.”
I arch my back, pushing out my breasts as I rock my hips. That’s the second time he’s called me that, and I like it.
“Fuck,” he grits out, dropping his head to my shoulder.
My breaths are quick, and I’m yearning for more. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can have tonight. I just— I need—”
He lifts his head, kissing me slowly before his eyes find mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes.” I am sure. I’m done fighting the tension between us. I know this won’t be anything more than sex, but that’s okay. That’s for the best, really.
He stares at me, unmoving.
I move to kiss him, but he pulls back slightly. “Trey, please.” I tug him toward me. “Please touch me.”
He smirks—the motherfucker smirks—and I realize what I did.
I begged him, just like he said I would.
Before I can form any verbal retort, he grips my thighs, standing to set me on the edge of the hot tub.
I keep my legs wrapped around him, refusing to lose contact.
He kisses down my neck, and I decide I’ll beg more if he keeps going.
He bites my peaked nipple through my bikini top, causing me to gasp.
The cool night air does nothing to help my skin from feeling like I’m on fire.
His hands are everywhere, and I’m about to combust. As he kisses me deeply, I glide my hands down his shoulders and over his defined abs.
I follow the V down and reach for the tie of his swim trunks, but he stops me.
“Jessie, I’m not going to fuck you for the first time on the edge of a hot tub. ”
“Okay, where will you fuck me then? Let’s go there.”
He chuckles and releases me.
I reluctantly let go to climb over the side of the hot tub and down the stairs.
He playfully slaps my ass when he gets to the bottom of the steps behind me. I gasp and turn to mouth off to him but don’t get the chance. He grips my face, kissing me, backing me up towards the house.
We stumble inside. It’s dim with the only light emanating from a small lamp in the living area. He pauses and takes a step back before I tumble back onto the bed. His eyes explore my body before snagging on the strings holding my bikini in place.
I reach down and tug one. The bow comes loose, and the corner falls, exposing my mountain tattoo. It’s small, delicate, and easily hidden. A fine-line drawing of the mountains that run through the ranch.
Trey reaches out, lightly running his index finger over it. He slowly traces each peak and valley.
Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I shiver.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” His voice is coated in lust, and I revel in the way I affect him.
“Probably as long as I’ve wanted you,” I say before I can think better of it.
“Good answer,” he growls as he tugs the other bow on my bottoms. They drop to the floor.
I suck in a breath when the cool air hits my wet center.
Trey’s eyes run up my torso at a torturous pace, his knuckles brushing my skin as he goes. He steps into me, whispering, “So beautiful.” He plants a kiss on my collarbone and continues, “What do you want? Tell me what you like.” He moves over, kissing my other collarbone.
My brain is short-circuiting. I can’t form a reply. I assumed Trey would be good in bed, but I didn’t realize he would be like this. I thought it would be quick and dirty. Not vocal, slow, and borderline edging. I need his hands on me, him kissing me—I need him to fuck me. Right. Now.
One hand slowly wraps around my back, finding the bottom strings of my top, while the other glides down my center.
“Trey,” I pant, unable to verbalize anything else. I’m so turned on, and he’s barely done anything.
“Mhm?” he hums but doesn’t pull the strings. “Answer the question, baby.”
He’s torturing me. This is physical torture.
“I want— I want you to take me. Any part you want. Now. Please.” I reach out, slipping two of my fingers into his swim trunks, yanking his body flush with mine.
He chuckles under his breath. “No need to beg. We have all night. And I plan to explore every inch of you.”
I huff and lean back, creating enough space I can narrow my eyes at him. “I was not beg—”
He pulls all four strings of my top loose, and it falls to the floor.
My jaw snaps shut, clicking my teeth together.
Trey takes all of me in, and my heart flutters at the blatant want, the reverence, in his eyes. My control snaps. I grab his swim trunks, yanking them down as his lips crash back on mine.
He trails his thumb under my breast before gently pushing me back onto the bed. “Slide back,” he commands. I do as he asks since I’m not about to argue if he’s finally about to stop torturing me.
“I need to taste you. I’ve waited so long to taste you,” he rasps. He grabs my ankle and trails kisses up my leg. Closer and closer to my center. “Jessie, look at me.”
My eyes meet his.
“If you want me to stop, say so, and I will. Do you understand?”
“Y–yes.”
“Good girl.”
Oh my fuck. I was wet before, but after those two words, I’m soaked.
He resumes kissing, gently working his way up my leg before planting a soft kiss on my clit. I suck in a breath, and he chuckles.
Bastard.
“Trey, please,” I whimper.
His tongue swipes out, running a quick circle around my clit. “Say that again.”
“Trey, please.” I grip the sheets, moaning when his tongue runs up my slit to circle my clit again.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
I rock my hips into him, breaking his self-control, and he devours me.
He licks and sucks, humming with pleasure, creating a vibration which only increases mine.
He brings me to the edge before slowing and edging me.
His hands wander up my ribs to trace my breasts before working me toward the edge again.
I’ve never felt this turned on—this worshiped.
Trey’s hands spread my thighs farther apart as his tongue dips into me.
“Yes, yes,” I writhe beneath him. I arch my back, begging with my body.
His tongue fucks me as one hand reaches up and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I come undone. Noises I didn’t even know I could make leave me as I see stars and come hard.
The devilish smile on his face when he lifts his head makes me want to smack him before I shove his face back down there for more.
He kisses me, my taste still lingering on him. “Better than I ever dreamed,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I reach down and grip his hard length, my touch causing a moan to rumble up his throat. His hips jerk, brushing the tip of his dick over my clit and my soaked pussy. He quickly grabs a condom and rolls it on.
“Um,” I hesitate. “It’s been a while for me . . .” I am a small-sized person; this is not a small-person-sized dick. But I’m not about to tell him that. That is the last thing his ego needs.
Trey kisses below my ear. “I’ll go slow.
You’re ready for me—I made sure of it.” He runs one finger through my throbbing center.
He moves his hips again, pumping into my hand along his length before he takes my wrist. He guides himself to my entrance and presses in gently.
I let go, digging my nails into his hips, gasping at the stretch.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. Just relax, baby. Breathe.” He palms one breast, leans down, and sucks.
I melt into him, my body reacting to the pure ecstasy coursing through it.
“There you go,” he praises, pushing in another inch.
I kiss him, and he pulls out slightly before slowly sinking back in. He repeats this, each thrust going deeper, stretching me more. Finally, I bite his lip and lift my hips, taking him deeper. “Fuck me, Trey.”
His control snaps—exactly like I wanted—and he thrusts all the way in.
I cry out at the fullness. The slight pain only makes the pleasure greater.
He stills, letting me adjust to him a final time before he moves again. Slowly, not daring to rush, he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“You like that? The way your tight cunt grips my cock? You’re soaked for me.”
“Don’t stop. I want to come on you.”
He leans back, hovering over me, his tousled hair, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The intoxicating desire in his eyes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.