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felt the abused muscles twitching and tightening. “Now, where are your shoes?”
She pointed down the bench and he retrieved her sandals with the phone tucked in the toes. He eased the shoes in place, sliding her phone and MP3 player in his back pocket. After hooking the blades over his fingers, he scooped her up.
It was time to take her back to the hotel and do what he had failed to do last night – look after her.
****
Meri stretched out on the sofa, her head resting on Mike’s thigh while he watched everything he had missed at the rodeo. The masseuse he had requested had just left and he had a very relaxed woman on his hands. Room service was on its way up to continue the quiet night in. A commercial came on and he glanced down at Meri, her eyes shut as she napped.
Instead of the hotel robe, she wore one of his shirts. There was possessive satisfaction when she did that. Of course, he’d rather have her naked. He’d also rather be home.
Gently, he brushed the hair from her cheek then tickled her neck. Her shoulder rose to stop him. A half-hearted swipe at his hand and she brushed her face along his leg as if that would make him stop. Reaching down, he popped open the two buttons between her breasts. By the time he peeled the light blue fabric aside, her nipples were hard. “Faker.”
He teased the tip, enjoying the shape of her small, round breasts. She had perfect tits. They drowned in his palm and looked exquisite when he was torturing them. “If you keep faking it, I’m going to stop,” he warned. He rolled one nipple between his fingers hard enough that he saw her stomach tighten. Her eyes opened then closed. He pinched and pulled on the swollen tip.
She arched up as a pleasure-pain sound came from her. The ads were over and it was time to pay attention again. Pity. Watching Meri was far more entertaining then some dull rodeo. Cowboys eating dust were nothing compared to her. Reaching down, he took one hand that rested over his thigh. He drew her finger into his mouth as the announcer went on and on about the next guy’s family’s legacy. Luke O’Connor. He already knew the kid’s past. His dad used to ride bulls. O’Connor would also spend occasional summers visiting a farm neighboring Mike’s parents so he had hung out with the twins. Mike’s memories were hazy of the kid. But Mike had recognized O’Connor’s name and bio listed in the bareback bronc riders. He wondered how the boy who had run wild with the younger Rossi boys would measure up to the past glory of his father.
Mike lowered her hand between her legs and circled her finger over the piercing. She cried out, writhing beneath the slow caress. His hand returned to her breast while his left hand reached for his pen. A black cowboy hat was pulled low over Luke’s eyes and his fingers flexed out before, one at a time, he gripped the strap on the bronc’s shoulders. An abrupt nod and the chute opened. While Mike teased Meri with hard pinches, gentle caresses and sharp tugs, he watched the ride. Luke had eight seconds to stay on, keeping one arm above him.
Insane, Mike thought. Who the hell would do that? For fun! Give him skates and ice any time instead of some heavy, pissed off horse that could kick his head inside out. The hat disappeared and just like that Luke’s ride was over. He made a note of the time, marked the horse and turned his attention to Meri. Her other hand gripped his thigh as she arched and twitched, her hand sliding wickedly against her bare pussy. Sweet, he thought. She gave little tugs on the silver ball. Her lips parted and she arched up, her hips jerking. She was so sexy when she came, lost in the pleasure. And when pain was involved…well that took his breath away. “Harder.”
His gaze flicked to the screen, saw it was someone he had already discounted from going all the way and returned to the live show. Her fingers slick with her arousal pinched the sensitive flesh around the ball.
“Harder. Until
She pointed down the bench and he retrieved her sandals with the phone tucked in the toes. He eased the shoes in place, sliding her phone and MP3 player in his back pocket. After hooking the blades over his fingers, he scooped her up.
It was time to take her back to the hotel and do what he had failed to do last night – look after her.
****
Meri stretched out on the sofa, her head resting on Mike’s thigh while he watched everything he had missed at the rodeo. The masseuse he had requested had just left and he had a very relaxed woman on his hands. Room service was on its way up to continue the quiet night in. A commercial came on and he glanced down at Meri, her eyes shut as she napped.
Instead of the hotel robe, she wore one of his shirts. There was possessive satisfaction when she did that. Of course, he’d rather have her naked. He’d also rather be home.
Gently, he brushed the hair from her cheek then tickled her neck. Her shoulder rose to stop him. A half-hearted swipe at his hand and she brushed her face along his leg as if that would make him stop. Reaching down, he popped open the two buttons between her breasts. By the time he peeled the light blue fabric aside, her nipples were hard. “Faker.”
He teased the tip, enjoying the shape of her small, round breasts. She had perfect tits. They drowned in his palm and looked exquisite when he was torturing them. “If you keep faking it, I’m going to stop,” he warned. He rolled one nipple between his fingers hard enough that he saw her stomach tighten. Her eyes opened then closed. He pinched and pulled on the swollen tip.
She arched up as a pleasure-pain sound came from her. The ads were over and it was time to pay attention again. Pity. Watching Meri was far more entertaining then some dull rodeo. Cowboys eating dust were nothing compared to her. Reaching down, he took one hand that rested over his thigh. He drew her finger into his mouth as the announcer went on and on about the next guy’s family’s legacy. Luke O’Connor. He already knew the kid’s past. His dad used to ride bulls. O’Connor would also spend occasional summers visiting a farm neighboring Mike’s parents so he had hung out with the twins. Mike’s memories were hazy of the kid. But Mike had recognized O’Connor’s name and bio listed in the bareback bronc riders. He wondered how the boy who had run wild with the younger Rossi boys would measure up to the past glory of his father.
Mike lowered her hand between her legs and circled her finger over the piercing. She cried out, writhing beneath the slow caress. His hand returned to her breast while his left hand reached for his pen. A black cowboy hat was pulled low over Luke’s eyes and his fingers flexed out before, one at a time, he gripped the strap on the bronc’s shoulders. An abrupt nod and the chute opened. While Mike teased Meri with hard pinches, gentle caresses and sharp tugs, he watched the ride. Luke had eight seconds to stay on, keeping one arm above him.
Insane, Mike thought. Who the hell would do that? For fun! Give him skates and ice any time instead of some heavy, pissed off horse that could kick his head inside out. The hat disappeared and just like that Luke’s ride was over. He made a note of the time, marked the horse and turned his attention to Meri. Her other hand gripped his thigh as she arched and twitched, her hand sliding wickedly against her bare pussy. Sweet, he thought. She gave little tugs on the silver ball. Her lips parted and she arched up, her hips jerking. She was so sexy when she came, lost in the pleasure. And when pain was involved…well that took his breath away. “Harder.”
His gaze flicked to the screen, saw it was someone he had already discounted from going all the way and returned to the live show. Her fingers slick with her arousal pinched the sensitive flesh around the ball.
“Harder. Until
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