Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(104)

“Sweet baby Jesus,” he hissed.


“Maybe you should kiss my neck a little, so it looks like we’re making up from a lover’s spat.”


“You are gonna pay for this bossiness,” he murmured, nuzzling the side of her face.


“Will you force me to my knees? So you can feel this—” she jacked his shaft twice, “—gliding across my tongue as you fill my mouth with every inch?”


“You’re yanking on the devil’s tail here.”


“Really? I though I was yanking on something else.” The tip of his cock leaked steadily and she moved her hand faster. She lost herself in the moment—she’d actually taken Tell by surprise.


“Goddamn that feels good.”


“Don’t throw your head back and look like you’re about to come.”



“Don’t squeeze so hard unless you’re tryin’ to keep me from coming,” he shot back.


“I want you to come. I want to feel those pulses that make you groan and your body shake.”


“Won’t be long. You rev me up in record time, hot lips.”


The husky voice wound around her body like a velvet caress. “Give it to me, Tell.”


He let his head fall forward. His grip on her hips increased but he didn’t buck his hips into her hand. He was completely passive, letting her control his pleasure. Trusting her.


She increased her rhythm. As soon as she heard a catch in his breath, she smashed her mouth to his. Swallowing his groan of satisfaction. Kissing him crazily as he spilled warm and wet over her fingers.


The pulses in his shaft stopped and he released one last shudder. Several tender kisses later, Tell leaned back to gaze into her eyes. Everything she’d ever wanted was right there.


Her heart seized up. How could she ever leave him?


“Georgia, what’s wrong?”


She carefully removed her hand. “Nothing. You’ll have to deal with fastening your jeans. My hand is a little sticky.”


His laughter morphed into a masculine growl when she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked. One by one.


Then he kissed her. His way. With such sweet deliberation tears threatened, and when he finally released her mouth, she was shaking.


“I don’t know what’s put that sadness in your eyes, sweetness. But you can talk to me about anything.”


Tell’s tender loving care the day he’d tracked her down at the cemetery had rocked her to her very foundation. He hadn’t offered platitudes or tried to cajole her out of a mood. He’d just seen to her, accepting her pockets of sadness, offering her his comfort until she took it.


Just say it, Georgia. Flat out. I love you, Tell McKay.


The announcer’s booming voice came over the loudspeaker, shattering their moment.


And when she retreated, Tell let her.


The sun beat down. Dust clogged his nostrils. Last he’d heard, the temperature had hit the one hundred degree mark. Usually the dirt in the rodeo arena registered ten degrees hotter, so it was a damn oven. Everyone suffered when it was this hot. The animals, the competitors, the crowd. His shirt was soaked clear through. Even his jeans were moist from sweat streaming from every pore on his body in an attempt to cool off. He mopped his face with a towel every chance he got, but it didn’t help much.


Tell’s day had started out with a pissing contest with the stock contractor, because he’d disqualified one horse and two bulls due to heat exhaustion. The contractor demanded the second judge reassess the livestock, but Tell hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the other judge yet.


He hadn’t seen Georgia either. The last couple days had been pretty hectic, but he felt as if she was hiding something from him. Probably just paranoia on his part, given both their tendencies to avoid conflict. They were still taking baby steps with their relationship. But if he had his way, they’d take that giant leap and move in together.


He paced behind the chutes, anxious for things to get started. Then he saw Deck. Since the man was headed straight for him, Tell couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen him.


You really going to run and hide from this pompous prick like you did in high school?


No. Hell no.


He stood his ground, arms folded on his chest. “Veldekamp.”


”McKay.”


“Surprised to see you back here behind the chutes at this rodeo.”


“Why?”


Tell shrugged. “Thought it’d be a bad memory for you, considering how publicly you crashed and burned on your home turf that summer after graduation. Gotta be a kick in the balls that your rodeo career never reached the epic proportion you bragged it would.”


“How’d you…” He muttered, “From Georgia.”


“No. It was all around town. Funny, ain’t it, how happy some folks are to see others fail?”


“I didn’t fail, I got injured. Big difference.”


“Whatever.”


“At least I tried. Unlike some people, I don’t got nothin’ to prove. I was a state champion. You know what they say. Them that can, do; them that can’t are bitter pricks about others’ success.”