Page 17 of Easy Rider
“So you’re not off to a rodeo in the next week or two? Between clients?”
“No,” I say, reading the list. “These numbers are out-of-date. Stewhadtwo horses worth twenty-five each, but I sold them for him last year.” I sigh.Stew. What are you thinking, man?
Emma shrugs out of my jacket and hangs it on the bar hook in front of her knees. Christ. I’ll bet she has no idea her nipples are so hard again. I swallow thickly, dragging my eyes away from those succulent tits, and get back to the task.
“I don’t know why Tweeter’s even listed.” I point him out, sixth line from the bottom. “He’s the one valued at seventy-five grand. And he’s worth every penny. Obviously,Iown Tweeter, not Stew. But I did board him at Flying Hearts for a few months. Maybe that’s why he’s listed.”
“You know, I heard you stopped competing, but I just couldn’t imagine you not traveling all the time.”
“Why not? I’ve won everything already. Got tired of spending three hundred days a year on the road. I gave it up about six months ago. Thought it was time to make money with my head instead of my back.”
She’s nodding, listening to me intently. I had no idea she had any interest in my rodeoing days. “And your retirement is going okay, then?”
“From competing?”
She nods, making her hair bounce on her shoulders.
“As a matter of fact, it is.” I lean in close, and give her a peck on the cheek before handing her back the list.
Her sparkling eyes meet mine in a flash. “Thanks,” she says, grinning, and tucks the paper back in her purse.
I bend, coming around to her, whispering, “So you came all the way here to ask me about the value of... horses?” She breaks eye contact and shifts her pretty little ass on the bar stool. I can tell I’m making her uncomfortable, but by the way she’s smiling, I’m pretty sure she likes it, so I keep pressing. “You sure the only thing you had in mind tonight was business?”
“Maybe so.” She turns three shades of pink. There’s no way she can deny the fire between us. It’s lighting up her face.
Oh, we’re going to get down to business all right.
I move in closer, so her whole left side is against mine, and she doesn’t move. Not in the slightest. Heat pours off her delicious body “Emma?” I whisper. Her lip quivers ever so slightly before she meets my eyes. “Are we back to just forgetting we’ve licked and sucked every inch of each other? Your pussy tastes like sugar, by the way.” I wink, enjoying the way I’m making her squirm.
“I’ll bet you wouldn’t have even remembered me if I hadn’t left you the next day, after we...” Her eyes blaze into mine. “I was probably the first girl to ever do that to you.”
This woman is full of surprises, but she does have a point. “You know what? You’re right. You absolutely were the first woman to have your way with me and leave.” I laugh but then see that Emma isn’t smiling anymore. She’s serious.
“But that isn’t why I haven’t forgotten you, Emma,” I explain, taking her hand. “And as long as we’re on the subject, why did you keep your flight after I fucking begged you to stay?”
“I think you’re exaggerating. I don’t remember you begging me.” She finally cracks a smile. “And it isn’t like we were using the L-word that night. And I didn’t just take off. We said our goodbyes.”
I squeeze her hand. “Just when things were starting to get good.”
She slips her hand from mine and shakes her head. “I didn’t want to be another notch on your belt,” she whispers. “And I wasn’t about to wait around untilyouleft me.” She trembles as she picks up her glass and downs the rest of her whiskey in one gulp.
I can only imagine she hasn’t been treated well in the past. Why the fuck else would she even think such a thing? I lean in close, nuzzling into her smooth delectable neck and kissing it, before working my way up to her ear. “I could kick the shit out of whoever hurt you. You could never be a notch on my belt. I don’t pull that kind of crap. What kind of man do you think I am?”
“I don’t know,” she says, and I feel her skin shiver under my lips. “Someone too hot for my own good?”
“I bet you’ve been thinking about my cock all day, haven’t you, Emma?” She says nothing. “And I don’t think you’re here because of business.” I take hold of her hand again, brushing my thumb over the silky skin on top. My gaze goes straight to her cleavage, where she’s left so many buttons undone. “And you wore that dress again to please me, didn’t you? Because you knew you’d make me hard.”
I quickly check around us to make sure no one’s watching. My back is to the crowd. Most of the customers aren’t facing us and are into their own conversations. With Emma backed up against the wall, shielded by me, I’m sure no one can see. I move her hand to my cock. Making her feel my obscene bulge and how fucking hard she’s made me. Emma’s eyes grow wide with shock, and she pulls her hand away. “I... I...”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I say, reaching over and giving her a gentle kiss. I run my tongue along her lower lip and slowly tuck my hand under her dress.
She gasps into my mouth as I trace my fingers up her silky thighs. “You’re not leaving this town without fucking me again.” I glide higher up her thigh. “You want to come all over my cock again, don’t you sweetheart?”
“Fuck,” she says softly, trembling under my touch, and I reach the edge of her panties.
“Admit it. You’re not here because of business, or any list you wanted me to look at, are you?” I ask, dipping to kiss her delicious neck. My balls are aching to fill this little plum with seed.
“No,” she admits in one long breath.
