Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick's Day (3 page)

What did he mean, nothing? “You have so much
to—”

“No. I can’t stay eight seconds on anything
these days.” He shook his head and held up his hand. “That’s my
problem, and I don’t want to bother you with it. But Stormie…” He
took her arms in his rough hands. “If I had to choose between this
weekend with you and all that money…” He huffed out a laugh, as if
he couldn’t believe it himself. “Cutie, I’d choose you.”

Stormie couldn’t get a breath in. “What?
That’s…” She shook her head. “Too much to believe.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I’m shoveling it on too
thick, ain’t I.” He released her and sat back in his chair.
“Something happened last month.” He stared off into the distance.
“Something that evidently made me want to hitch us together.” His
gaze met hers. “I want to get that feeling back, Stormie. Whatever
made us run out and get married…”

Her mouth went desert dry. “Jayden.” She
wanted to use their wedding vows to lose her virginity, and he was
talking about a future? “I don’t know what—”

“Don’t say anything. We have the weekend to
talk, get reacquainted, and make some decisions.” He gestured
toward the door. “I’m sorry I brought it up here.”

He was right, this wasn’t the place to
discuss any of this, and footsteps sounded, coming closer to the
door.

Panic bubbled at just thinking of committing
herself to more than a weekend. Her parents had her so tightly
monitored, she often found it difficult to even take a deep breath.
She needed time to herself, time to find her own way, not the path
they’d paved for her. She looked at Jayden. Definitely not the path
Jayden was talking about.

“Okay, Ms. Thompson and Mr. Hancock.” Ray
walked into the office and sat in his chair. “Everything looks
good.” He handed her the marriage certificate and her ID. “Finish
filling out those forms and Aaron will walk you up to your
suite.”

Stormie picked up the pen with an unsteady
hand. If Jayden did that to her with just a kiss, what would she be
like after he made love to her? “When do we get the money?”

“The Gaming Commission has to verify the win,
which should only take about twenty-four hours.” Ray smiled. “I’ll
call you when we have your check ready to be picked up.”

She got busy writing.

“So, Mr. Hancock,” Ray said. “Any relation to
the Hancock who won a jackpot here in December?”

Jayden grinned. “My brother.”

Stormie clicked the pen closed and shoved the
completed papers back to Ray. “And his friend, Dallas Burns, just
won a bundle on roulette last month.”

The manager looked off into space for a
moment. “Uh huh, I remember Mr. Burns…and his lady friend…and her
attorney.”

“That’s them.” Jayden laid his arm across the
back of Stormie’s chair and rubbed his knuckles along the back of
her shoulder.

Her insides heated and her chest tightened.
Just a few minutes more and she’d be alone with this cowboy.

The manager stood. “We should come up with a
cowboy jackpot photo wall, for all the luck you fellas have been
having here.”

Jayden stood and helped Stormie to her feet.
“As long as you keep holdin’ rodeos here, you’re gonna have a lot
of cowboys gettin’ lucky.” He squeezed her arm and winked at
her.

With her knees turning to mush at his
suggestive glance, she let Jayden guide her out the door.

Aaron jumped up from a desk in an office
across the hall. “Ready to head upstairs?”

“Ready.” Jayden’s thumb traced a tiny but
effectively sensual path over her bicep as they thanked Ray and
headed out, following the chatty casino host.

Stormie glanced at Jayden and caught the
intent look in his eyes. Gosh, he made her hot all over. Another
blip of panic hit. This was it. She’d finally experience what she’d
only read about in romance novels. She pushed aside her misgivings.
She wanted this. “Ready.” But her voice broke as she committed to
her plan.

As they left the casino business office,
Jayden watched the emotions on Stormie’s face change faster than
the reel on a slot machine. Finally, she set her jaw and nodded.
What the heck was going on with her? As they walked out the door
leading into the casino, he took her hand and gave her a reassuring
smile.

The face she made back at him ranged
somewhere between a grin and a grimace. Cute. She was nervous about
what was going to happen once they reached the hotel suite. Oh man,
did he have plans. A slow strip of her clothes until she was naked
and quivering under the touch of his hands. He’d explore her with
his mouth, tasting every curve and plane, each texture and
temperature.

Jayden breathed deep of her sweet, pure
scent. Pure? Why was he thinking the word “pure”? His headache came
back with a punch as he tried again to recall what had gone on
between them last month.

His phone vibrated with an incoming text. He
pulled it from his pocket and read Rance’s message.
Heading to
Roundup Bar with Dallas, yr brothr, & the ladies. Get
here.

The rodeo must be over. He’d like to hear how
the short go went. All three of the cowboys had made it to the
final round, and they probably had done well. Too bad some of their
luck hadn’t rubbed off on him.

Or had it? He’d won a jackpot—or half of
one—with a woman who made his body hard, his brain fuzzy, and his
heart all kinds of crazy.

Aaron talked nonstop as they walked through
the casino and during the elevator ride to the top floor of the
hotel. He’d put seven hundred dollars of casino credit on their
room which they could use for anything but gambling.

As the elevator doors opened, both men stood
back to let Stormie step out first, but she didn’t move.

“Cutie?” He wrapped an arm around her
shoulders and eased her forward.

Aaron followed then darted around them. “This
way.” He smiled. “Ray mentioned that you’re newlyweds, so I put you
in the Hitchin’ Post suite.” He winked. “It’s our honeymoon
suite.”

Stormie’s step faltered. “Oh.”

Jayden barely heard Stormie’s breathy reply.
Just how nervous was she? He pulled her tighter against him.
“That’s great, thank you, Aaron.”

The casino host keyed open the door, handed
Jayden two keycards, and gestured for them to enter. “If you need
anything, I’m here all night. Just call me.” He pulled a business
card from his pocket and handed it to Jayden.

“Will do.” Jayden shut and locked the door
then turned to face Stormie. His wife. Why did that idea give him a
warm feeling in his chest?

She set down her purse and clenched her hands
in front of her. “Here we are.” Her big green eyes looked luminous
in the brightness of the entry hall. Someone had turned on all the
lights, but all he cared about seeing was Stormie, preferably naked
and writhing with pleasure.

“Yep. Here we are.” He set down the keycards
and advanced on her. “In the honeymoon suite. A month late.”

She stepped back a bit but unclenched her
hands. “Should we take a look around?”

“Nope.” The silence of the room, her
strawberry scent, and the fact that they were alone, while none of
their family or friends knew where to find them, had his
temperature spiking as sinful ideas flowed through him. He blinked.
No, they weren’t sinful. They had a marriage certificate giving
them the go-ahead. In his peripheral vision, he spotted the door
leading to the bedroom. He stepped to his right, herding her toward
the room.

Stormie breathed a little faster. “Okay.” She
licked her lips as she stepped backward toward the bedroom.

“Cutie, I’ve waited a month for this. You
won’t believe the things I want to do to your beautiful body.”

“Mm.” The tiny sound accompanied a quick
shiver as her heel crossed the threshold to the bedroom.

He glanced behind her and let out a laugh.
The bed was heart-shaped, covered in a red satin bedspread with
pink and white pillows tossed around on it. “Oh man. This is gonna
be fun.”

She turned and stared. “I didn’t even know
they made beds like that.” She walked to it and touched her fingers
to the edge. Glancing back at him, she smiled. “I guess there’s a
first time for everything.” Her face tightened and her eyes
narrowed.

“What’s wrong, Stormie?” He strolled to her
side and pulled her into his arms. “We can talk if you want…” What
the hell was he saying? He kissed her jaw and left hot, wet kisses
down her neck to her collarbone. “Or you can let me taste every
inch of you first, make you go wild when my tongue on your clit
sends you into orbit.” He slid his hands under her shirt and up
along her ribs. “Make you cry out my name.” His thumbs found her
peaked nipples and flicked them fast and hard.

“Uhhh.” Her head dropped back and her knees
buckled.

Easing her onto the bed, he tugged her shirt
off over her head. “Guess you decided on ‘no talking,’ huh?” Her
pure white bra curved softly over her breasts. The tiny red bow
between the cups was the only hint of her wild side. It gave his
lust a recharge, banging wicked ideas around in his head at a
million miles an hour.

Her gaze locked with his. “Okay. You can.”
She licked her lips as her breath panted from her lungs. “I’d like
you to do that first.”

He grinned. Making her babble was his
pleasure, and she’d only talk goofier if things went the way he
planned.

He grabbed the brim of his hat to take it
off.

“Uh uh.” She smiled shyly. “Could you…leave
it on? Just for now?”

Naughty girl. “You have a kinky cowboy
fetish?” He liked this side of her.

“No. A kinky Jayden Hancock fetish.”

Her words shot heat to his groin and his cock
swelled. “Cutie, whatever you want.” He laid her back on the bed
and held her wrists above her head with one hand. Unfastening her
bra, he lifted the cups so her firm, round orbs sprang loose. The
cherry red nipples pointing hard toward the ceiling were a decadent
surprise. Who knew she’d be so dark here…his mouth watered…and
maybe down below, too?

Arching her back, she silently encouraged him
to taste.

Cupping one of her breasts with his palm,
Jayden wrapped his lips around her hard peak. Her strawberry scent
snuck into his nostrils as her sweet, fresh taste burst on his
tongue. He sucked and teased her nipple, then the other, using his
teeth and tongue, his lips and breath, blowing on them until she
shivered.

He slid his hand down her satiny skin and
worked the button and zipper on her shorts. He couldn’t wait and
slid his fingers under the fabric of her panties to feel her…
“Bare?” He gazed at her. “You got waxed for me, Stormie?”

Her cheeks pinkened. “I didn’t know if…” She
swallowed. “Do you like—”

“Fuck yes.” The words broke from his mouth
before he could stop them. Against his fingers, her skin tempted
him, soft, smooth, and hotter than sin on a Saturday night.

Stormie writhed and moaned, a cute little
smile on her lips.

He needed more. As he slid his finger along
her slit, her juices coated his fingertip. He pulled his hand from
her pussy, gave her a leer, and rubbed her cream on her nipple.

“Oh…oh…” She stiffened as her breath caught,
her eyes glazing over. Her hips jerked in tiny thrusts. Was she
going to come? Damn, she was on fire.

He leaned down and kissed her breast, the
brim of his hat brushing her chin. Tipping his head so she could
watch, he licked at her nipple. “Delicious.” What was the flavor?
Something he knew and loved. He latched on and sucked greedily.

With a high-pitched squeal, she threw her
head back and shuddered.

“Hold on, cutie. Wait ‘til I get a mouth full
of your sweet pussy.” He released her hands and licked a quick path
down her stomach, knowing she was on the edge and it had to be
killing her.

“Hurry.”

He laughed as he tugged her shorts and
underwear down and off her, pulling her little tennis shoes from
her feet, too. His laughter stopped when he stared at her bare
mound, pale and smooth. “Beautiful.” Her legs were long and firm,
perfectly toned. He wanted them wrapped tight around him. Around
his hips, around his head.

He knelt at her feet and kissed her knees.
Sliding his hands up her thighs, he played to her cowboy fantasy
and kept his head down, hiding his face as he licked his way upward
along her legs. “Stormie.”

“Jayden.” She sounded a little nervous.

“Open for me. Show me your sweet pussy. Let
me eat you, cutie. I want to see you go wild.”

A few seconds went by as she kept her legs
pressed together.

He glanced up at her.

She watched him, a look of worry creasing her
pretty brow.

“What is it?” He could wait as long as she
needed him to.

Shaking her head, she puffed out her breath.
“I guess…nothing.” She concentrated for a moment then relaxed her
legs open a couple inches.

“That’s it, Storm.” He moved his chest
between her knees, spreading her further. Her slick, dusky lips
appeared, and her musk-sweet scent caught him. His gut clenched and
his cock filled and jumped, urging him to slide into her, hard and
fast. “Oh man, you are perfection.”

A quiet whimper passed her lips and she
tipped her hips up toward him.

“That’s the way.” He dropped kisses on her
mound, ran his tongue along the outside seam of her cunt lips.
“Show me everything.” His palms pressed on the soft flesh of her
inner thighs, opening her wider.

Deep red folds welcomed him into her
pussy.

His body shook with the need to take her. He
tongued into her pussy, swiping along her lips, tasting her juices,
like shrimp and strawberries. Sucking her folds into his mouth, he
licked her, nibbled at her, and moved his head so the brim of his
hat brushed across her mound.

“That’s so good, cowboy.” She purred the
words.