Cowboy Not Included: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 6 (17 page)

They’d been going at it for half an hour, kissing her and sucking her tits until she was writhing. Then they’d both stood over her, letting her lick their cocks until neither of them could take a moment more.

Before they took her simultaneously, Booker wanted to make damn sure she was ready. Hurting her wasn’t an option.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Teller grated out.

“Not yet.” He pushed the anal dildo deeper into her ass he’d just fucked himself. Memories of her tight sheath gripping him threatened to send him over the edge and his condom-covered cock was waving in the air. Teller was in a similar state, his gaze locked on her pussy as he ground the dildo deep.

Skye shook.

“She’s close.”

Booker shot his friend a look and they removed their toys. Switched off and tossed aside, the vibrators were only the warm-up round. Booker maneuvered onto his back and Skye flipped atop him. When she eased down on his cock, he cupped her face and kissed her with all the need inside him.

She squeaked and he felt her body tighten around his length as Teller took her ass.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” she chanted, eyes squeezed in bliss.

“Tell us when you’re ready for us to move.” Booker watched her face, more enthralled than he’d ever been in his life with her or any other woman. She was…perfect.

After long seconds she nodded.

Teller began to move. Easing in and out, his cock sliding against Booker’s through the thin barrier of her body. She cried out with every move, her pussy clasping Booker’s shaft harder with each stroke.

“It’s… I can’t…” She couldn’t form words. Booker wrapped his arms around her and anchored her to the world. Women said they lost their ability to do anything but feel when double penetrated.

He wanted her out of her head. Giving her this experience would make up for so much he’d done wrong. Whatever those things were, hopefully she’d forget and only remember extreme ecstasy.

Long moans left her. Teller’s jaw was tight, his eyes burning with lust. Booker grunted, bucked upward. White-hot need descended fast. Too fast.

“I’m going to come,” Skye cried.

“C’mon, baby. Take my cock,” Teller said a split second before he stiffened.

Inside her body, a war was waging. Her wild contractions stole Booker’s mind. And Teller’s hip thrusts ended the ride for Booker.

He bit off a primal yell as Skye’s pussy pulsated around him.

Minutes passed before any of them were able to rouse. Skye’s energy stores were gone and in the back of Booker’s mind he realized he needed to feed her. Right after he made sure she was tended so she didn’t get so sore.

Between him and Teller they cared for her. When she was sprawled on the bed beneath a sheet, Teller man-hugged Booker. They exchanged a quiet goodbye, and Skye seemed to be asleep when Teller left the bungalow.

Booker crawled up the bed next to her. She didn’t move. He slid an arm around her, and she mewled.

“Have I killed you?”

Her smile against the sheets was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. That and Findlee’s expressive green eyes up close on Skye’s tablet screen.

“That’s a no?” he asked.

“Crazy. I still feel you guys moving inside me.”

He groaned. “Keep talking like that and you’ll find yourself filled a second time.”

“Crazy good.”

“I hear nothing tops it.”

“You know what it’s like to have a cock in your ass, right?” Starting to recover, she shifted onto her side and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Yeah.”

“So you know how good it feels to give up control?”

“Yeah, I do.” Except all he wanted was control right now. To take her home and unlock the door of the house his hard work had bought. To sit with her on the sofa while Findlee did one of her spinning/twerking dances Skye had told him about.

He imagined having his wife and a simple man’s job and coming home to his family every evening. His heart grew heavy.

No, this was his life and Skye hadn’t really changed. He’d fucked her silly, made her scream and peeled her off the ceiling countless times. But she still didn’t trust him and love was far from the equation.

In a few days he’d see her on her way, happier and more relaxed but she wasn’t his woman.

When he met her gaze, he caught her studying him, a secretive smile on her sweet lips.

“I know that look. It’s dangerous.”

“What look?” she asked innocently.

“The one that means you’re thinking something naughty.” A look that he’d seen more the past few days than in all their months of marriage. Her mouth wasn’t the only thing that was filthy.

She turned her face into the pillow. Her warm brown hair scattered over the cotton, and he couldn’t resist gliding his fingers into it. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Flipping her face up again, she met his stare. “I was wondering if when you come to visit Findlee, we could be friends with benefits.”

A laugh bubbled up and he was helpless against her. Grabbing her, he rolled her atop him, cupped her face and kissed her. “I think that could be arranged. But first, food. You need to eat.”

Yes, he would definitely jump onto the friends with benefits idea. How he was going to keep his heart was another story.

Chapter Eleven

The early morning office was totally still. Nobody had come in yet, but Booker had to get this work done before Skye woke up. He wasn’t going to miss any time with her during her last few days on the ranch.

The only sound was the scratch of his pencil. Running numbers and making lists soothed his muddled brain. Unfortunately he’d awakened with too many emotions roiling inside him. His head felt like a washing machine—churning waters and the one missing sock was always slipping beneath the surface, lost again.

Yeah, Skye had him tied in knots. But numbers were constant. No ups and downs. He knew what to expect from this job. Before this week, he’d known what to expect in the bungalows too. Then Skye had upended that bucket.

He pushed out a sigh and sat back. The click of the front door closing made him look up. Suddenly Jeremy appeared.

Oh great.

Booker reached into his desk drawer and pulled out four small boxes. “I know what you’re here for. I couldn’t get a whole shipment this week, but the new distributor quick-shipped some samples.”

Jeremy glanced at the pills he’d been upset over. He nodded. “Thanks. I’ll put them in the barn.”

He continued to stand there.

“Do you need something else?”

The big cowboy leaned against the desk. “I’ve been a dick to you and I’m not too proud to apologize.”

Booker studied him. His number one job on this ranch was to listen to those who needed to be heard. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m sure you have an idea. The guys are as close-mouthed as a fish with a worm dangling in front of them.”

Booker snorted a laugh. “You’ve got that right.”

“It’s Elliot.” His eyes burned into Booker’s as if urging him to understand.

“You want to make things permanent between you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. And that means we both have to leave the ranch.”

“Doesn’t sound so hard. What’s tripping you up?”

“Money.” Jeremy shook his head. “I lost everything I’ve earned these past few years.”

Booker stared at him. That was a big sum. “What happened?”

He picked up a pencil and flipped it from point to eraser, over and over. “I invested in a whitewater rafting business in California. My plan was to take over when I was finished with this gig.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad investment.” Companies like that earned potential millions from tourists.

“It is when there’s a drought and you can walk on the riverbed.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. Belly-up.”

“So you need work but you don’t want to do it with women anymore.”

“Right. Elliot’s…” he shot Booker a crooked smile that didn’t totally cancel the dead light in his eyes, “…well, he’s what I want.”

“I get it. And I’m sorry if you were gunning for this job and I took it. I didn’t know.”

“It wasn’t your doing. You were just the red flag in front of the bull, so to speak.”

Booker ran a hand over his face to collect his thoughts. “You could leave the ranch. You and Elliot could find work on a ranch somewhere.”

“We’ve talked about it, but both of us have roots on this land. If it’s ranching we’re doing, we’d like to do it here.”

“I thought that way at one time too, but now I’m not so sure. I could leave, I think.”

His admission caught him as off-guard as it did Jeremy. They stared at each other, processing this revelation. “You could walk away with the right person?” Jeremy asked.

“For the right person,” Booker corrected.

Until this moment he hadn’t allowed the idea to form in his mind. He couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore. He was going after a relationship with his daughter—why not Skye too?

Jeremy pushed to his feet and gathered all four boxes in one hand. “Thanks for the pills.”

Neither of them was willing to go on spilling secrets.

“I’ll get more to you as soon as they come in.”

Without another word, Jeremy left the office. Booker blinked at his numbers for a long minute before realizing he wasn’t going to get more work done right now. He went into the front office to find Holly just settling behind her computer.

Her face was all smiles when she saw him. “I’m so glad you’ve taken over the accounts, Booker. I’m going to buy you the biggest, nastiest sex toy you’ve ever seen as a thank you.”

He grunted in amusement. “Why’s that?”

“I have so much more time now. I didn’t realize how many hours I was putting in and how much I was neglecting my girlfriend. She thanks you too.” Holly waggled her brows, and he laughed.

“Glad to lend a hand.” After leaving the office, his chest tightened. Walking away from all he knew and loved here on the ranch was getting harder by the minute. But watching all he knew and loved walk away from him was far worse.

Even after ten laps in the pool, Skye couldn’t get the antsy feeling out of her system. It might have to do with being away from Findlee for longer than she ever had in her life.

Or it might be the fact she was leaving Booker in two days.

These were two days she could open her heart and let him know that spending time together had fulfilled her in a lot more ways than she’d imagined. Two days to tell him she wished things were different.

Two days to ask and get an honest answer about what happened that long-ago night.

Finally hearing the truth would probably send her running again, but at least she wouldn’t be paddling in the pool, trying to get her head on straight. Loving him a second time was the easy part. Living with—or without—him was something else.

When two dusty, worn cowboy boots appeared at the edge of the pool, she stopped her sidestroke and looked up. Booker stood there, a white, fluffy towel in hand and a sexy-ass smile on his face.

“Time for breakfast.”

“I thought the buffet was up for hours. What’s the hurry?”

“First, I want to look at you in that bikini. Second, we aren’t having breakfast in the grub house.”

She raised a brow, heart kicking like a mule, urging her to go on and tell him she was head over freaking boots in love with him. Again.

Now’s not the time.

“Where are we eating?”

“I’ve got a picnic for us.”

“Oooh, a picnic.”

“And horseback riding for hours.”

She grinned and swam to the edge. “Perfect day.” She put her hand in his and he pulled her out of the water as if she weighed as much as a feather.

They stood close. Water streamed off her and heat and hard work rolled off him. She ran her thumb over a smudge of mud on his cheek. “Where on earth did you find mud? It’s dry as hell out here.”

“I know where to look.” His gaze scalded. Images of mud-wrestling with this big, gorgeous man and getting him between her thighs while they got down and dirty made her nipples harden.

He noticed. Wetting his lip, he flicked the towel out and around her shoulders. Then he used the ends to haul her against him.

“I’ll get you wet,” she protested.

His mouth hovered inches from her, his breath minty with a hint of coffee. She never saw him drink coffee.

He has a lot of sides I’ve never seen.

Or maybe not. He roused the same feelings in her. When his mouth descended over hers, she forgot everything but the feel of his hot tongue and his masculine flavors.

He angled his head and drank deeply, swirling his tongue around and around her mouth, his denim-covered cock jutting against her stomach.

“Mmm, you up for a morning fingering, baby?”

She shivered despite the high temps of the morning. “Here?”

He nodded once.

God, yes. She grasped his wrist and placed his hand right where she wanted it. The crotch of her bikini bottoms were no match for his nimble fingers. He nudged the fabric aside and thrust two fingers into her pussy without warm-up.

She didn’t need it.

“Hell, you’re slippery. Were you thinking about me while doing those laps?” he rumbled against her lips.

She leaned into his touch, her own mouth moving in reply against his. “Yessss.”

He lifted her on his fingers. With every plunge she rose thousands of feet toward the pinnacle. She was rushing upward, helpless against his touch. When he toggled her clit with his thumb, she shuddered all over. Small squeaks erupted from her.

“Come on my fingers, baby. Anyone could walk around that corner and see you coming for me.”

Just like onstage. She’d been wanton and apparently this was becoming a trend with her.

Darting a look at the cement wall at the pool entrance, she focused on that inner burn. Her pussy pulsated around his thick fingers and an inferno was raging.

“Scream for me.” He added a third finger and pressed hard on her clit.

She burst with a resounding cry that scattered some songbirds in the shrubbery surrounding the pool.

As her mind floated and her body rolled to a simmer, Booker supported her against his chest. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly. She was so caught up in him that his kiss felt unbearably tender. Much like the first kisses they’d ever shared.

When he removed his hand from her bottoms, she sighed. He pressed a kiss on each of her closed eyelids and simply held her while she recovered.

Finally, she lifted her face. His smile darkened the sun as he trailed his moist fingers beneath his nose. Her scents would linger in the blond stubble on his upper lip.

Her eyes hooded again.

“Oh no. You got your release. It’s time for breakfast. Get your behind back to the bungalow and dress for riding.” He slapped her ass cheek—hard. The crack made her cry out. She shot him a mock dirty look but obeyed.

Twenty minutes later they were mounted on horses, heading up to the ridge. On the way, he pointed out a portion of the fence that needed mending and a small coyote slinking into some trees.

She watched the competent way he directed his horse, and his hands were beautiful with the leather reins wrapped around them. By the time they stopped, she was drunk on Booker.

He helped her off the horse and then untied the picnic basket from behind her saddle. Her stomach clawed to get at the food.

“What’s inside? I’m starved.”

As he removed a blanket from his saddle bag and spread it on a flat spot, she peeked inside the basket.

Her mouth dropped.

“Booker! What do you call this?” She pulled out a long, flesh-colored dildo.

“Breakfast sausage?”

She doubled over laughing and almost dropped the basket. Then she sat next to him in the warm sun to laugh and talk. It turned out the basket held some delicious egg and bacon biscuits wrapped in wax paper, but the best part of the picnic really was the breakfast sausage.

Pleasantly sore and full, they rode for two more hours. When they descended into the valley once again, he gave her a funny look.

“What is it?”

“I’m thinking about our daughter.”

Skye smiled reflexively. “What about her?”

“I was wondering if we can video chat with her again when we get to the bungalow.”

“Absolutely.” Her heart couldn’t get fuller. While she’d promised herself to get the complete truth from him regarding the past, her resolve sputtered out. She couldn’t ruin a perfect day with lies and pain.

As Booker buckled his chaps around his hips, he gazed out at the women in the bleachers. He didn’t see Skye there yet. Both of them had been dragging their feet for this moment. The final rodeo meant the week was wrapping up.

She was going home.

He wasn’t naïve enough to believe their “friends with benefits” visitation would work out for very long. Their connection would fizzle. Living apart and his job would never give her happiness. Hell, she hadn’t believed he wasn’t screwing every waitress and checkout girl he’d encountered while married. Knowing he was with a new woman every week wouldn’t give her security.

He pushed out a sigh and turned his attention to Elliot and Jeremy nearby, heads together. As they talked quietly, Booker felt a pang for them. They only wanted to be together. There had to be a way. Maybe Booker could help, but quitting his job in the office didn’t guarantee the bosses would select Jeremy for the position.

A hand roughly kneaded Booker’s ass and he looked over his shoulder at Teller. He was a good friend—nothing more. But leaving the ranch and not seeing his friends on a daily basis gave Booker a hollow feeling.

He belonged here. Not with Skye. She wouldn’t have him anyway.

Hugh got on the microphone to introduce the cowboys. The ladies and ranch workers who’d come to watch the rodeo cheered as the Boot Knockers filed into the arena.

Fact was, Booker didn’t love his job so much as he loved this ranch. Just like Jeremy and Elliot, he had roots here. He wanted to see it succeed, but the land could only support so many. Other Boot Knockers had left the woman business and made their living off real ranching. But Booker couldn’t think of a way to do that too.

If Skye was even on board.

The past day with her had been amazing. The sex was a bonus, but the true passion lay in their togetherness. Conversation, cuddling, connection. And for an hour they’d chatted with Findlee. He needed his little girl, and it wasn’t fair not to tell Skye how he really felt.

The rodeo kicked off with one cowboy lassoing every animal that ran into the pen—pony, cow, pig. Then the guys rolled a toy duck on wheels past and he snagged it with a whoop. As the crowd cheered, Booker saw Skye slip into the bleachers.

Sunshine glinted red off her short hair and her skin seemed to glow. While he looked on, she tipped her head and looked at the sky.

Definitely something wrong. His heart tugged.

Her despondent pose shoved him back in time. Suddenly he was being kicked out of her life all over again. Whatever feelings he had for her wouldn’t work.

He gulped down the pain and focused on Hugh’s introductions. Two more routines and he was up. Some of the guys had regular productions, but he’d never settled on one. He was known for his sex toys, and today he was going to show how magnanimous he could be.

Shooting a glance at the big wooden box on wheels, he waited for his cue. Jeremy and Elliot did some team roping. It was evident by their synchronization how attuned they were to each other. And the small touches they shared roused the crowd to a fever of applause.