Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) (11 page)

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Ten minutes later, they were both stripped of their clothes and Pearl was crawling into bed, patting the spot beside her. “Don’t make me wait, cowboy.” She used her most seductive voice.

He climbed in next to her and he was barely under the sheet when she was pushing him back onto the pillow. “Hmm. Feeling frisky, huh?” He chuckled.

“I’m feeling horny. Must have been the chocolate cake.” She kissed his jaw, his neck, downward across his six-pack. His breath caught. “And by the looks of things,” she skimmed the tips of her fingers across his full erection. “You are too.”

“I always am around you.” His words vibrated his chest.

She licked his hipbone. “Then we shouldn’t waste one second.”

“I’m going to be honest here. I’ve never had a woman in my bed. You’re the first.”

She looked up his body and met his gaze. A big piece of her heart melted. “Aww…I feel special.” And she meant it.

“Well, when a man is living at home he doesn’t get to bring chicks back to his bachelor pad. I mean, I could have, but I would have my brothers acting like childish idiots. That doesn’t impress the ladies.”

His confession made her smile. Most women probably wouldn’t like a man who lived at home, even when he looked this good. But she realized his circumstances were different. He wasn’t freeloading, but he had a plan in the mix. He ran a business. He was successful and the living-at-home aspect wouldn’t last long. He had plans to build his own house. Not that it mattered to her. After she’d mentioned she would be leaving soon, he shrugged it off as unimportant.

She wrapped her fingers around his girth and led the tip to her mouth. She licked the pearl of pre-cum from the slit and he shivered. “Now this is a birthday I’ll never forget.”

“That’s my intention.” She closed her mouth over his sex and suckled him to the back of her throat. She wished her mouth was bigger so she could get all of him at once. She swirled her tongue around his purple head, and pumped her fists around him. His body tensed.

“Darlin’, as much as I love a good blowjob, I want to sink myself into you.” He reached down, cupped his hands under her arms and tugged her up on the bed until she was beside him.

She moaned when he sank his finger deep into her body, then joined it with another digit. She spread her legs wide, giving him full access to her core. He magically brought her to the edge, withdrew his fingers, and she barely registered that he was pulling on a condom before he buried himself inside of her.

Tingles splashed through her as she clutched his shoulders, hanging on as he rode her wildly—fiercely—like a starving man.

It wasn’t long before they succumbed to complete satisfaction.

Chapter Eight

“Truth or dare cards. Ever played?”

DJ looked over his turkey sandwich at Pearl who was holding a deck of playing cards. “No.” He took another bite from his half-eaten sandwich, chewed and tossed the remainder in the trashcan. Seeing her in the tight tank top and cut off jean shorts made him want to eat something else.

“Let’s play.” She dropped down into one of the chairs at the table.

“Why?” He came up from behind her and lifted her hair up, kissing her neck. She smelled like sugar cookies.

“So we can get to know each other better.” She giggled when he nibbled on her collarbone.

“We’ve gotten to know a lot about each other here lately.”

“Please?” She looked up at him through her lashes.

He wouldn’t have told her no if his life depended on it. Grabbing the chair next to her, he straddled it, relaxing his arms over the back. “Tell me the rules.”

“We each get a stack of cards. We lay down one at a time, and whoever has the lowest card each move must choose truth or dare.” She separated the stack of cards and handed him one.

DJ had never been into playing games, but if it meant he could stare at her longer he was all for it.

She laid one card down. A Jack. He laid his. A nine. “I won!” She lit up. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He didn’t have anything to hide.

“Have you changed your mind about healthier eating choices since I’ve been here?”

He laughed. “I’m not against healthy eating, but can’t say I’m ready to give up meat and potatoes.”

“Fair enough. Let’s go again.” They played their card at the same time. She had a two and he had a Queen. “I guess I choose truth.”

Rubbing his palms together, he thought over his question carefully. “When we were kids, behind the barn, you told me you had a crush on me. Were you telling the truth?”

One corner of her mouth twitched. “I had a bad crush on you.”

Cards went down and he won again. “I’m beginning to like this game. Truth or dare?”

She sat back, folding her arms over her waist. “I’m going to live a little. Dare.”

His cock jerked. “Being the red blooded man that I am, I’d like to see you dance.”

Her cheeks blossomed. “Dance?” Her voice shook.

“Strip for me, Pearl.” He held her warm gaze.

She brought her hand up and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. He noticed her fingers trembling.

“I-I can’t…”

“Why?”

“I’ve never even thought of doing that…in front of someone…” She set her cards down.

“This was your game, you called the rules.” The ache in his groin turned to throbbing. Even if she didn’t follow through, he still had a vivid imagination that was enough to turn him inside out. “You don’t—”

“Okay. I did say dare, didn’t I?”

The cards fell out of his hands all over his lap and onto the floor. “Yeah?”

“Go to the bedroom, DJ. I’ll meet you in there in five minutes.” Her gaze had lost some of the innocence and a sparkle lit the irises.

With no hesitation, he jumped out of the chair, not caring that the rest of the cards fell at his feet as he raced toward the stairs, taking them two at a time. He wasn’t sure why but the idea of seeing Pearl strip for him was as exciting as Christmas morning. Except the gift he was about to unwrap was the best he’d ever received

In the bedroom, he jumped into the middle of the mattress and kicked off his boots.

And he waited.

Time seemed to slow.

His cock grew. His gut ached.

I’m a freaking mess over this chick.

The music started. The soft, rhythmic tune streamed from the speakers in the living room, a promise of what was to come. The smooth and sensual beat flowed up the stairs, intensifying his anticipation. He clenched his teeth, he gripped the comforter…managing his breathing.

She stepped into the open doorway, swaying her hips, her arms high, fingers threaded into her hair.

He licked his lips. She was wearing one of his shirts that skimmed her thighs like a curtain unveiling the best show he would ever see. She loosened the top buttons—a peek-a-boo of breasts—as she continued to open the rest. As she seductively moved to the music, she pulled one side of the material down, and then the other, rolling her shoulders. Turning her back to him, she let the shirt drop to her feet.

DJ slid to the end of the bed, needing a closer view.

Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hips in wide circles, swiveling on heels until she faced him again. She tucked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, lowering them ever so slightly, then pulling them back up. Sweat beaded on his brow.

She did a sexy strut toward him, so close he caught a whiff of vanilla. He reached out to touch her, but she shook a finger and grinned devilishly. He growled and bit into his fist until he thought he’d draw blood. The woman had his balls in a sling as she took her time in her movements, striding away from him in a catwalk, rubbing the tips of her toes in a come-hither way.

The music took on an upbeat tempo and she stopped, looked over her bare shoulder at him and licked her bottom lip. His gut lurched and his cock ached. He needed her in a bad way.

Swinging her hips from side to side, she turned and bent over giving him an eyeful of cleavage. His mouth watered and his heart beat like a heavy drum. Then she stood straight, arched her back ever so faintly and buried her hands into her hair, lifting the locks up. The tops of her breasts popped up over the lacey edge of her bra. He growled under his breath.

He was so hard that he thought he’d burst a seam. The jeans had to go.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve got to take these clothes off.” He stood up, loosened his buckle and zipper, then slipped his pants and boxers off his hips, down his legs and gave them a toss. He practically ripped the shirt off his shoulders.

A wicked naughty smile flowed across her lovely, pink lips—lips he wanted to kiss now!

But the strip tease was his idea—a crazy one—considering he was like a kid in a candy store who wasn’t allowed to touch the sweets. He should have dared her to do something else.

He wanted to do more than touch. He wanted to lick her from ear lobe to toes. To suckle and tease every place in between. He would, no doubt about it.

She slipped the tips of her fingers along the edge of her panties, slowly upward along the flat plain of her stomach, gliding her fingertips over her smooth, creamy skin. His heart tripled in beats when she stroked her neck and her collarbone.

“I. Want. You.” His voice rasped his tingly throat.

“Tsk, tsk. No hurry.”

The sweet torment continued as she tugged at the straps of her bra then whipped her hair over one shoulder, the long locks flowing like a silken waterfall. His fingers ached and he cracked his knuckles. The desire to run his hands through her hair almost got the better of him. Pre-cum soaked his head.

Their gazes connected and her confidence dragged him in, chaining him to her control.

She slithered her hand around her back and the material of her lacey bra rasped as it fell open. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, the straps slipped down and away from her beautiful breasts. The nipples were hard and inviting. He could suck them all night.

She gave her bra a toss and he caught it in mid-air, bringing the soft fabric to his nose and inhaling the scent.

His mouth fell open and he dropped the bra. She was now caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and tugging the pearls. His dick bounced against his stomach. The bittersweet pain intensified.

Facing him, she bent and skimmed her palms down her thighs, over her knees, and back over her inner thighs. She straightened, lifting her arms high over her head, fingers circling one slender wrist as if she gave a visual cue of him using a rope to tie her up—at least that was the image that crept into his head.

Her back arched, her breasts were full and the nipples were wide and puffy. He swore he could smell her sweet, seductive scent from across the room. Hell, her scent had been in his nostrils from the moment he’d tasted her warm, delicious pussy.

And then she did a move that sent heat scorching through his veins. She bent slightly, placed her hands on her knees and circled her bottom in a figure-eight shape. But she didn’t stop there. Lowering to her knees, she was on all fours, rolling her hips and bucking them. He practically salivated and had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

Slithering to her stomach, she held her chin high, holding his gaze and licking her lips. She seductively turned over, arching her back, her hair spread over the floor. Her hands swept over her breasts and then dipped to the apex of her thighs.

“Oh fuck!” The words snapped the air. He was going to lose his mind.

Her fingers disappeared inside of her pussy folds and a savage moan escaped her parted lips.

Although he was on the edge of sanity, he loved seeing her hot body in all sexy angles.

He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and pumped it…not enough to cause an eruption, but enough to ease the tension some. He continued to watch as his body throbbed.

Her arms stretched out, flat on the floor, clasping her hands together. She extended her legs high, pointing her toes and crossing them at the ankle. She was showing off her talent and her flexibility—he knew just how flexible she was. Her movements created a beautiful line and when she fluttered her legs like a remarkable butterfly’s wings, a groan ripped from his chest.

She rolled back onto her stomach in one fluid motion and up on all fours. Her gaze was sultry and promising—her eyes beckoned him. Sitting back onto the flat of her feet, she stood up.

“Please, Pearl.” He had never been a begging man, but right now he’d do anything to have her close.

“I find I rather like this,” she whispered, taking three steps backward until she was against the wall. She lifted her arms above her head and bent at her knees, sliding up and down the wall, gliding to the soothing beat of the music. She pushed herself away and slowly walked toward him, toes sliding over the floor.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He leaned back, skimming his gaze over her body.

She planted one knee beside his hip, lifted one heel and smoothed her toes along her calf. Clutching his shoulder, she leaned closer and popped her butt up. He started to reach out and grasp one cheek but she gently slapped his wrist. “No touching, cowboy.”