Heartbreak Ranch (15 page)

“What do you think, Iowa?” Colt was behind the bar, resting his forearms on it, staring at her intently.

Graysen walked over to him. “I love it. This is much better than it usually is.” She smiled coyly. “Should we be in here?”

“Hell no,” he gave her a wide grin. “Heck and June won’t mind though if I use it tonight for some romancin’. I am their favorite ranch hand, after all.” He winked as the words slid from his full lips.

“Romancing, really?” She sauntered over to the bar and sat down on the bar stool directly in front of him.

“You bet. I plan on getting lucky tonight.” A devilish glint danced in his green eyes.

“Oh do you? Enlighten me on how you plan to do that, Mr. McCord.” Graysen raised her eyebrow teasingly.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. There is this girl who I am crazy about, and when I am near her, I am always lucky.” His voice was tender as he gently covered her hand with his.

She blinked a couple of times. “Colt, how can I resist you when you talk like that?” She was trying to be light-hearted, but she felt as if she would swoon; the effect his words had on her was profound. “You’re not, Hun, that’s the point,” he grinned at her.

“By the way, you haven’t said one word about your afternoon with Mr. High and Mighty.” His voice held a hint of bitterness, and the smile left his face.

Graysen didn’t really want to talk about Brady. When she had arrived at Colt’s cabin that night, she had attacked him in a fit of heated passion and left no time for talk. Before things got too intense, he had led her out the door. The last thing she wanted to do right now was ruin the mood by talking about Brady’s unwelcome attention. “I survived,” she said dryly. She didn’t want to worry him or upset him by telling him how Brady had tried to kiss her.

“Are you going to spend more time with him?” His voice was hesitant, and his words were tinged with jealousy.

“Not if I can help it. One time was one time too many. Now that I have appeased my parents, I won’t need to take their shit about it any longer.”

“Watch your language, Iowa,” he teased her and went on to the next subject.

“What would you like to drink, Darlin’?”

Even though she had been to her share of parties, she had never been much of a drinker. She never liked the idea of getting drunk because it meant she would no longer be in control. With Colt, she felt more daring. “Let’s see… Maybe I will try some whiskey.”

“Whiskey, really?” Colt asked her pretending to be shocked at her choice of poison.

Graysen giggled. “Isn’t that what you are supposed to drink out here in the Wild West?”

He grabbed two glasses from under the counter top. “Whiskey is what those old, haggard cowboys drink, not beautiful, young women. Perhaps you should try something more refined like some single malt.” He poured a few fingers’ worth of Lagavulin Scotch 16 Year into each glass.

Colt held up his glass and encouraged her to do the same. “So Iowa, what should we toast to tonight?”

“... To hot ranch hands.” She stared at him brazenly so as to give him no doubt who she was referring to.

Colt smiled at her and said softly, “And to beautiful women.”

They clinked glasses together before she took a taste. Slowly, teasingly, she pressed the glass against the curve of her lower lip. She tipped the glass until the smoky liquid penetrated her parted lips. He swallowed hard, watching her take in the scotch.

She choked down half of her drink before her throat felt as though it was on fire. “God, that’s horrid!” she sputtered. “It tastes like dirt!”

Colt tried to hold back his laughter as he poured her a glass of water and then finished off the remaining single malt that graced her glass. He sighed loudly at her, pretending to be annoyed. “I see I still have a lot to teach you, Iowa.”

“Yes, being able to down hard alcohol is such a redeeming quality,” she shot back as she sipped her water.

Colt’s laughter filled the room. “It might not be, but being able to two-step to a good country song certainly is.” He smiled proudly as Graysen’s eyes widened.

“Dance? You can’t be serious. If possible, I am worse at dancing than I am at drinking.”

Colt slipped under the bar, and suddenly the lodge came to life with the sounds of a slow country song. “Not to worry, Iowa. I’ll show you what to do. Besides you need to learn before the big dance that’s coming up.” He moved from behind the bar and extended his hand like a gentleman. “Miss Graysen, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” His smile was as wide as a country mile. Graysen melted as he spoke to her in that deep southern drawl.

He took her hand in his and led her onto the dance floor. The soft lighting and music enveloped them. He wrapped her free arm around his neck before his other hand came to rest on her waist. She looked up into his eyes hesitantly, but he smiled at her reassuringly, and she felt at home in his strong arms. Before she knew what was happening, they were dancing.

It felt so natural. Graysen didn’t even realize they were moving to the music at first. It was perfect. It was just the two of them. She pressed her cheek to his chest, and he took them around the dance floor. She didn’t trip over her feet like usual or step on his toes.

“You pretty little liar,” he whispered, smiling down at her and squeezing her waist. “I can see what you meant when you said you had two left feet and couldn’t dance worth a darn,” he joked. She laughed and gazed up into his Scotch-brightened green eyes.

Their positions changed from the traditional arrangement as one song ended, and another began. Colt lifted both of her arms to wrap around his neck as he swooped down to hold her waist. Her face was cradled in the crook of his neck, and she inhaled his scent: a masculine combination of his aftershave, Scotch, and mountain air. His hands moved against her clothing, gently grabbing handfuls as they moved to the music.

Their dance evolved into more of a slow, sexy sway, and Colt sang along to the song playing in the lodge. He whispered along to the Toby Keith tune, his breath hot on her skin,
“You shouldn’t kiss me like this. Unless you mean it like that. Cause I’ll just close my eyes. And I won’t know where I’m at. We’ll get lost on this dance floor …”

She grew warm as he serenaded her and as he caressed her through her clothing, moving his hands up her back, and pulled her closer than they already were. He entwined his fingers in her hair, twisting it to move her head back, away from his chest. He looked down at her longingly. She knew they wouldn’t be able to wait until they got back to the cabin. He was going to take her right there, right then in that dimly lit room.

***

Colt held Graysen tightly; his hands travelled down to grab her hips. He lifted her onto his thigh. He rubbed his thigh against the front of her skirt. Graysen reveled in the friction it created as he rocked her against him to the rhythm of the music. She clung to him, losing herself in the moment. His hands glided over her behind, grabbing her skirt and lifting it to touch her. The black lace thong she wore did nothing to protect her from his fingers as he gripped her soft flesh.

Graysen’s desire was unleashed, and she ground her body into his thigh as he clutched her backside. She felt sexy and brazen knowing that the doors were unlocked, and they could be discovered at any moment. In the fog of her pleasure, she moved her hand from his chest where she had been caressing him through his shirt, and reached down and gripped the massive bulge straining against his pants. Colt’s sharp intake of breath brought her out of her desire-induced stupor, and she smiled at him as she stroked him through the fabric of his jeans. Just touching him, feeling the raw power and warmth that radiated through his jeans, made her wet.

“Tease ...” He murmured dizzily as she continued to ride his leg, feeling slightly dizzy herself. She whimpered when he set her back down on the dance floor and spun her around, pressing his erection into her. His whispered words were like kindling to the fire of arousal that blazed between her legs. “Perhaps, you’d like to become better acquainted with that ...”

“I would love to ...” she whispered back, reaching her hand around to show him just how much she would like to become better acquainted with that part of his body. She wanted to see him, touch him, taste every delicious inch of him.

The last sweep of her hand against his throbbing hardness was all it took. Colt grabbed her arm and led her back to the bar. He pressed her against it before kissing her roughly. She moved her hands over his chest and began to undo the snaps one by one, teasing him. She trailed her fingers through his chest hair. She clutched and pulled at his belt buckle. She parted her lips and nipped his lower lip gently, tasting the remains of the single malt. He growled in frustration.

He freed her hand from his belt buckle and quickly shed it and its companion leather belt. Graysen was done being coy and in the mood to explore. She moved one hand over the front of his jeans and slowly undid each button in his fly. He rewarded her with an appreciative groan. Colt knew what she wanted, and he took Graysen by the shoulders and placed her right in front of him. He turned so his back was pressed into the bar, leaning against it.

She was starving as she dropped to her knees, bringing his pants down with her. Carefully, she tugged at his boxer briefs, cautiously pulling them out and down. Graysen quickly glanced up at Colt’s face, making sure he knew what he was in for. The hungry look in his eyes told her not only did he know what she was planning, but that he could hardly wait. He stood there before her as though he were her own personal Adonis. She would make him surrender with as little as her tongue and mouth. Slowly and seductively she moved toward him until his erection was less than an inch away from her lips.

Graysen admired his perfect body and reached out to touch him. Despite his hardness, his skin was smooth, and the head of his enormous shaft felt like velvet. His open shirt hung on his body so sexily. His broad chest was covered with just the right amount of hair down to his navel, where a small trail of dark hair started and led to the nest of curls surrounding his shaft. He stood right in front of the bar, his erection proudly jutting out in front of him. She grew weak taking in the sight of his proud member. The first time she had taken him in her mouth, in front of the fire as the rain pelted the cabin, she’d been afraid she wouldn’t be able to please him. He was patient and taught her how to drive him crazy with her mouth.

Graysen’s tongue tentatively made the first contact, lapping tenderly at the tip of his shaft, and then sliding down his length. Colt gasped loudly as his hips flexed and jerked in response. She relished the fact that she could reduce him to putty with her mouth and nothing could stop her from doing just that.

“More?” Graysen asked him.

“Oh good God, yes.” Colt’s voice was hoarse.

She wanted to hear Colt begging for her to take him in her mouth. “More?” He hadn’t begged yet and she wanted him to badly.

“God, Graysen! Please put me out of my misery!” Instantly she licked him from the tip to the base. She felt him shudder.

Graysen looked up as her mouth closed over the tip, taking him in inch by sweet inch. His eyes were half-closed, but the flecks of green she could see were dancing wildly. She loved that she had this effect on him. She gripped the back of his calves to give herself some leverage. Her tongue swept over him as he pushed himself farther into her mouth. She waited until he was buried deep in her mouth and then she began to suck, lick, and teasingly graze him with her teeth.

Colt cupped her chin and looked down at her with amazement. “Graysen, take your blouse off,” his voice was husky. Without taking her mouth off of him, she moved her hands to her blouse and undid each button slowly, seductively. She held him between her lips as she disrobed. His hardness jerked as he watched her. “Damn Darlin’, just one glimpse of you like this is enough to undo me,” Colt rasped. 

“Mind your language, please, Mr. McCord,” she teased him.

“You little minx,” he smiled. “Take it off and hand it to me,” referring to the shirt still draped over her shoulders. Graysen slid out of her thin blouse before her mouth engulfed him once more. She handed him the shirt, and he tossed it behind the bar.

“The bra too, Graysen.” He smiled wickedly and motioned to her with his fingers. The situation excited her all the more. She knelt on the floor with her skirt hiked up around her waist undressing herself all with his throbbing erection held between her lips.

Graysen’s nipples stiffened as they met with the cool air and a small moan escaped her lips. The moan against his erection proved to be too much for Colt. Once her bra was off he grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet. He was wild with need as his hands slid over her bare back and then down to grip her buttocks, slamming her into his erection, still wet from her mouth.

“Do you feel that sweetheart? Can you feel how much I want you?” He growled against her neck as he nipped it. She moaned, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off of his shoulders, down to his elbows. She kneaded the rippling flesh of his biceps, egging him on. He attacked her neck at the collarbone with such ferocity, she knew he would leave a mark that would be difficult to conceal tomorrow.

Colt whisked her skirt down effortlessly. Graysen stepped out of it and kicked it out of their way. He slid his hands along the side of her torso. He stood behind her, pressing into her, his member pulsing against her ass. She tried to squirm against his body, wanting desperately to create some friction, but he held her still and placed her hands on the bar before he bent her over slightly, arching her back.

“I have half a mind to blister your backside,” he whispered as he slid down onto his knees behind her, his hands trailing down her spine.

“For ... For what?” Graysen quivered when his fingers roamed over her butt and cupped each cheek. She couldn’t see him, but she knew from the way he caressed her that he was absorbed in her flesh.

“For being too damn beautiful ...”

“On second thought, I don’t think I could bring myself to redden something so lovely.” His lips grazed over one cheek, and then the other, and his fingers hooked into the loops of her thong and slowly worked the scrap of fabric down her body. He let the delicate lace rest on her upper thighs while his hands explored her backside.