“Your wallet?”
His gaze was piercing. “Yeah, my wallet.”
She did, wondering why he suddenly wanted it. When she handed it to him, their fingers brushed, and he gave her a bad-boy smile that curled her toes.
As she wheeled him out of the room, she fought to cover her desire in front of her colleagues. She pointed to the equipment room. “As soon as you’ve gained a little more strength, you’ll be able to work out on some of the machinery.”
“I look forward to it,” he said in a smooth voice that echoed hers.
She looked at Katie. “We’ll be on the mats.”
“Sounds good,” Katie returned, but her expression said,
Good luck.
Lilly’s stomach heated.
Yeah, I’m going to need it to keep from throwing myself at him again.
* * * *
Lilly came around the chair and met Juss’s gaze. That electric connection he’d known in the pool while she jacked him off returned tenfold. Lust speared his core. His cock throbbed to life. Hell, it hadn’t stopped aching since their encounter this morning in the pool.
All through lunch he’d stolen looks at her, very aware of how her scrubs hid the contours of her body. Under that plain blue fabric she was a smoldering vixen, hotter than any rodeo groupie he’d been with. Now it embarrassed him to admit he’d never been with any other kind of girl.
For the last five years, he’d been touring professionally, and meeting nice girls wasn’t something a cowboy with his reputation did. Before that, he’d been deep in the lower ranks of the rodeo, trying to get his standing up enough to compete on a larger level. He’d been a horny twenty-year-old guy and had sex with any girl with legs.
Lilly smiled at him.
“Better lock that door and pull the blind on the window.”
“What? I can’t do that.” She threw a nervous glance at the door.
He shrugged with his good shoulder. “Have it your way. I can yell and disturb the other patients. Don’t think I won’t, Whiskey.”
He’d been in a hell of a bad mood since coming here and felt sorry for it. But it could work to his advantage now. They’d had to close his doors before just to keep the area around him quiet.
She glanced at him, and he opened his mouth as if to start yelling.
She tossed another look at the door, then hurried over and twisted the lock. Fluorescent light shone on her whiskey-colored hair, and he longed to get her into natural sunlight. He knew red highlights would dance over her warm tresses.
The knot in his groin tightened. His shorts pulled around his hips as his cock swelled.
For a minute she stood like a statue, frozen in front of the door as if guarding it from intruders. She was worried for her job, but in this center, private care was the norm, and no one would think twice about them being alone.
Her gaze locked on his, and she seemed to make up her mind.
She crossed the room with slow strides. He focused on the V of her legs. Damn if he couldn’t smell her pussy. After she’d left him alone in his room, he’d spent a long moment licking his fingers clean of her juices. But he wanted more without the pool water masking her scent.
“Let’s try something new,” she said.
“Yes, let’s.”
She grinned at his enthusiasm. “I’m going to instruct you on how to get yourself out of the wheelchair and lower yourself to the mat. Do you feel strong enough to try?”
“Pfft. Strong enough?” He waved a hand and waited for her lesson, checking the wheelchair brake just in case. Lilly had already set it.
She showed him where to place his arm and how to push out. He slid to the edge of the seat.
“Good, now use your strength of your good leg to support your weight as you dip down. Yes, good. Just like that.”
When he was seated on the red padded mat, he noted how exhausted that simple movement had made him. Irritation prickled in his veins. The last thing he wanted was to appear weak. Or hell, to
be
weak.
Lilly sank to her knees. Need slammed him as he was faced with her sweet, tormenting mouth on the level with his cock. He reached for her, but she was too fast. With an adventurous wink and a lightning-fast move, she had him on his back, good arm and leg pinned to the mat.
He stared at her sparkling eyes, and they shared a breathless heartbeat. She lowered her head and brushed her lips over his. The tender caress morphed into more, and he growled as he angled his head and let his needs run free.
While he lapped at her tongue greedily, she ground her tight little body into his, rocking and humping his upper thigh until his cock felt as if it would explode. He tried to move, but she’d pinned his good arm, and he let her have her way.
The soft strands of her hair fell over his jaw, tickling and fragrant. He drank in more of her scents, intoxicated by her hundred-proof sensuality.
When she withdrew from the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “This is insane. I’ve never done anything this crazy before. I hope I don’t lose my job.”
“I’m payin’ good money for you to attend to my needs round the clock,” he murmured, chasing her mouth once more. He couldn’t get enough of those plush lips and the scorching feel of her tongue. The memory of it on his cock was almost too much.
He ground his teeth against the need to blow.
After pushing back into a sitting position, she straddled his waist and sat there a moment, her eyes bright with mischief.
He laughed. “I don’t know if I like the look on your face.”
“Oh, you’ll like it.” She peeled her top off and flung it away. It hit the mat in a whisper, and he found himself close to her delicious tits again. The nipples were tight brown peaks, and his mouth watered for a taste.
But the glint of a very fine gauge bellybutton ring drew his gaze. He scuffed a hand over his face, fighting his rising need to gain the upper hand. He grazed the golden hoop with a forefinger, and her skin broke out in goose bumps.
Satisfaction was a warm balm. He loved everything about her reaction to him. So real, without a hint of artifice.
He slid his good hand over her belly and upward to cup her breast. The weight in his palm made his dick throb, and he closed his eyes, lost in desire. When he opened them, she was staring at him.
He pinched her nipple. She cried out, arching into his touch. He tweaked and rolled the bud until she quivered, and then he moved to the other side. The sight of her dark nipple within his tanned fingers shot pleasure through him. He wanted more.
Before he could ask her to bring those beautiful breasts to his mouth, she braced her arms on each side of his head and hovered over him. “Damn right,” he groaned as he sucked one sweet nipple into his mouth.
She released a soft cry as he sucked deep, pulling her flesh onto his tongue. Her hair tumbled around them, enclosing them in a private cocoon. He was totally trapped by her and couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
Not even on the back of a bull.
That thought sobered him. He threw himself into loving her breasts with his tongue. Sliding his hand down her side, he curled it around her hip and then into her cunt.
“Ohh!” She pushed into his hand. The memory of that smooth skin under his fingers maddened him. He couldn’t wait another minute.
But she slid to the mat and lay there, sprawled out, breasts pointing at the ceiling, breathing as if she’d just run that 10K. He couldn’t even roll over onto her, and his frustration mounted.
She met his gaze and very slowly tugged her pants down her hips.
“Jesus, you aren’t wearing panties.”
“Nope.” She flashed a grin that stole his breath. He shook on the edge of control. Not being able to grab her and touch her the way he wanted was killing him.
Damn these injuries to hell.
Then again if not for the injuries, he’d still be out on the Tour, fucking girls who weren’t Lilly.
She kicked free of her pants and lay still for a second, letting him get a greedy look at her bare pussy. Maybe the prettiest one he’d ever gotten a gander at.
His cock tented his shorts, and she laughed softly. Then flipping on top of him, she ground her pussy against his erection.
“This what you want, cowboy?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She slid up his body, dragging her wet pussy over his lower abs, to his chest, and higher until she straddled his face.
Mouth-watering scents filled his head, and he licked his lips in anticipation as she aligned her pussy with his mouth. When she lowered the plump lips to his, a full-body shudder gripped him.
He pressed a soft kiss to her sex, reveling in the taste. Her breathing hitched and stopped.
With exquisite slowness, he licked her slit from bottom to top. Flavors burst on his tongue and juices coated him. He grasped her hip with his good hand and locked her to him. Swirling, lapping, plunging, skimming her pussy. Small noises issued from her, growing into moans. Juss’s shaft couldn’t get any harder. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer.
He thrust his tongue as deep as possible, loving how wet his lips and jaw were becoming. A bead of her desire slid down his jaw toward his neck. He flattened his tongue over her clit, seeking the hard center that would throw her over the edge. All he wanted was to feel her pussy pulsating on his mouth.
She ground against him, riding his face, bucking like a good little cowgirl. Pinching her nipples, she sought the end she needed.
Hell, the end
he
needed. Nothing in the world was as important as getting her off.
His balls tightened as the first contractions of her release struck. He plunged his fingers into her tight sheath and gently bit into her clit. She tipped off the cliff. Rocking wildly, breath sobbing, juices flowing over him. He lapped them up, hungry for more and more and more.
He curled his fingers and found her G-spot for the second time today.
Should be called the J-spot. For Juss. It’s mine.
Primal possessiveness claimed him as he brought her to another peak within seconds. When she came this time, she dug her fingers into his hair and thrashed against him. Dizzy with her use of him, he spurred her on, licking and fucking her with his tongue and fingers.
When her breath ebbed to a quiet sob, he withdrew his fingers. She slid off his face and collapsed onto the mat beside him. He wouldn’t let her move away but tugged her flush against his side. Her nude form tormented him, and every cell in his body yelled for him to take her now. But she needed a moment of recovery.
She opened her eyes, and their gazes locked. He held his breath as he seduced her with his look alone. He studied the golden lights in her eyes and the way her pupils were blown wide. The dark fringe of her lashes didn’t boast a hint of mascara, yet they were long and curling.
“You’re a natural beauty,” he murmured.
She blinked rapidly, and then a smile bowed the corners of her mouth. “Back atcha, cowboy.” She rolled onto one hip and skimmed her hand down his stomach to the tip of his erection that distended his shorts. He sucked in a harsh breath.
Pulse racing.
Waiting to see more of that devilish spark in her gorgeous eyes and where that would lead.
Chapter Three
Juss’s hard cock strained under Lilly’s palm, tormenting her. She ached to get it inside her, to feel him moving within her. Tomorrow she’d stop at a drug store and buy some condoms.
No, there won’t be a day two of this. I can’t be one of them
. She shuddered.
A Buckle Bunny.
Could she stop herself if she tried? Playing with the rugged cowboy was too much fun. Now she understood the addiction to find a hot cowboy and keep him.
She stroked his length, and he shuddered. Pleasure sparked in his eyes along with something else she couldn’t read. “My turn to taste you.”
“I can’t—Lilly, not for long.” He curled his fingers around her jaw, holding her immobile as he probed her gaze.
She smiled. “Not for long,” she lied and prostrated herself between his legs. She eased his shorts and boxers down, happy he’d given up wearing shirts after his injury. It would be a shame to miss out on that glorious, tanned chest. And wrangling off a shirt with an injured shoulder dampened sexual appetites.
Grinning, she looked up the length of his body. His eyes were hooded, his lips curved into a smile. He tangled his fingers into her hair and guided her down.
Opening her mouth around the swollen head of his cock heightened her need all over again. After two orgasms, she wanted him more than before. His spongy tip filled her mouth, and she glided her lips over him, right down to his balls.
Swallowing, she brought him into her throat.
“Jesus God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?” He held perfectly still and allowed her to set a pace, bobbing up and down on his cock. She swirled her tongue over the underside, riding a vein down, then back up.
She lost herself in the act of giving him pleasure, more turned on by the second.
When he twisted his fist in her hair and drew her up, he choked, “Enough. I’m going to lose it.”
“So? I want you to.” She parted her lips over the tip of his erection again.
“No, don’t. I can’t. I need to be inside you.”
Shock ran through her. So he wasn’t just out to gain a bit of release, using her in whatever way he could. He actually wanted her as much as she wanted him. Something warm flitted through her chest and settled somewhere around her heart. But this could never be more than lust.
“Get my wallet, Lilly.”
Realization washed over her. The reason for him retrieving his wallet was to have access to a condom. Excitement bathed her senses.
Shaking now, she knee-walked the short distance to the wheelchair where he’d laid the battered brown leather wallet on the seat. She passed it to him, and he fished a condom from it as if he did this every day.
Maybe he did.
Worry dampened her need. Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she stopped him from opening the condom. “I don’t want to be another in a long line.”
“You don’t have to worry about being one of them, Whiskey. You’re so much different, you have no damn idea.” His voice was gritty, as if he’d gargled his spurs and chased them with Jack Daniels.