It didn’t take long to get in the mood. He hauled her down on the bed and came up over her, parted her legs and drove himself inside her.
He should have gone slower. Usually, he prided himself in giving a woman the same pleasure he took for himself, but lately he’d had it with women who seemed to be using him even more than he was using them. The whole one-night stand thing was starting to lose its appeal. He found himself wanting a little of the closeness Stormy had found with Shari but he couldn’t afford that kind of attachment. Not at this point in his life, at any rate.
Dallas had goals, plans, dreams. Someday he wanted to own a ranch like the Circle C. From the day he’d quit college and started full time into professional rodeo, he had known exactly what he was after. Since then, he had won a lot of money and saved a good deal. In five or six years, he’d have enough to buy his ranch and retire from the sport—assuming he didn’t get hurt.
In the meantime, he would settle for what he had with Darlene, or Debbie, or whatever her name was. Pound into her until he found release, then get up and get the hell out of Dodge. He would leave commitment to guys like Stormy, guys who expected a whole lot less out of life than he did.
He thought of his friend as he got off the little commuter plane that landed in Silver Springs. Inside the terminal, Dallas recognized Stormy’s lean, smiling face, lanky build, and slightly bowlegged walk coming down the concourse toward the gate.
“Hey, buddy!” Stormy slapped him on the shoulder. “Glad to have you back.” They shook hands and started for the baggage claim to pick up Dallas’s gear, including the bronc saddle he felt naked without. He always hated to check it, but when he flew commercial, he didn’t have much choice.
“I heard you kicked butt,” Stormy said with a grin.
“Yeah. I also got my butt kicked.”
Stormy laughed. “Vegas and Reno are coming up. You can make up for it in Nevada.”
They picked up his bags and he settled into the passenger side of his truck while Stormy slid into the seat behind the wheel.
“How’s Lobo?” Dallas asked once they were headed for the rodeo grounds.
“Pouting because you’ve been gone. He’ll be glad to see you.”
His horse would be glad to see him. That was something, he guessed. An image of Patience Sinclair popped into his head. Why, he had no idea, since she was one person who wouldn’t be the least bit glad he was back. During his time in Canada, he had tried to put her out of his mind, but thoughts of her kept creeping in. He’d thought of her even when he was in bed with Debbie, which really pissed him off.
Patience was hardly his type. He liked his women hot and wild—the exact opposite of P.J. Sinclair. Or maybe she was just playing hard to get. Still, as he turned off the engine and climbed out of the truck, he found himself looking for her little white trailer.
And the fact that he was irritated the hell out of him.
“Admit it—you’re attracted to him.” Sitting in the trailer, Shari shoved away her paper plate, crowded with bones from a Kentucky Fried Chicken supper. The Clovis Rodeo had ended last night. Today they were parked in the field outside the arena in the town of Silver Springs.
“That’s ridiculous. We’ve been oil and water since the day we met.”
“Sometimes it starts out that way.”
“Is that what happened with you and Stormy?”
Shari shook her head. She had tied back her curly red hair and small gold earrings glittered in her ears. “Me and Stormy…we were attracted right off. The problem is I’ve commitments and so does he and they don’t fit together very well. Right now we’re having fun, getting to travel together more than we normally would. We haven’t…you know.” Her cheeks turned a little pink. “Not all the way, at least. We agreed just to let things go for a while and see where they lead.”
“Well, at least the two of you have
He should have gone slower. Usually, he prided himself in giving a woman the same pleasure he took for himself, but lately he’d had it with women who seemed to be using him even more than he was using them. The whole one-night stand thing was starting to lose its appeal. He found himself wanting a little of the closeness Stormy had found with Shari but he couldn’t afford that kind of attachment. Not at this point in his life, at any rate.
Dallas had goals, plans, dreams. Someday he wanted to own a ranch like the Circle C. From the day he’d quit college and started full time into professional rodeo, he had known exactly what he was after. Since then, he had won a lot of money and saved a good deal. In five or six years, he’d have enough to buy his ranch and retire from the sport—assuming he didn’t get hurt.
In the meantime, he would settle for what he had with Darlene, or Debbie, or whatever her name was. Pound into her until he found release, then get up and get the hell out of Dodge. He would leave commitment to guys like Stormy, guys who expected a whole lot less out of life than he did.
He thought of his friend as he got off the little commuter plane that landed in Silver Springs. Inside the terminal, Dallas recognized Stormy’s lean, smiling face, lanky build, and slightly bowlegged walk coming down the concourse toward the gate.
“Hey, buddy!” Stormy slapped him on the shoulder. “Glad to have you back.” They shook hands and started for the baggage claim to pick up Dallas’s gear, including the bronc saddle he felt naked without. He always hated to check it, but when he flew commercial, he didn’t have much choice.
“I heard you kicked butt,” Stormy said with a grin.
“Yeah. I also got my butt kicked.”
Stormy laughed. “Vegas and Reno are coming up. You can make up for it in Nevada.”
They picked up his bags and he settled into the passenger side of his truck while Stormy slid into the seat behind the wheel.
“How’s Lobo?” Dallas asked once they were headed for the rodeo grounds.
“Pouting because you’ve been gone. He’ll be glad to see you.”
His horse would be glad to see him. That was something, he guessed. An image of Patience Sinclair popped into his head. Why, he had no idea, since she was one person who wouldn’t be the least bit glad he was back. During his time in Canada, he had tried to put her out of his mind, but thoughts of her kept creeping in. He’d thought of her even when he was in bed with Debbie, which really pissed him off.
Patience was hardly his type. He liked his women hot and wild—the exact opposite of P.J. Sinclair. Or maybe she was just playing hard to get. Still, as he turned off the engine and climbed out of the truck, he found himself looking for her little white trailer.
And the fact that he was irritated the hell out of him.
“Admit it—you’re attracted to him.” Sitting in the trailer, Shari shoved away her paper plate, crowded with bones from a Kentucky Fried Chicken supper. The Clovis Rodeo had ended last night. Today they were parked in the field outside the arena in the town of Silver Springs.
“That’s ridiculous. We’ve been oil and water since the day we met.”
“Sometimes it starts out that way.”
“Is that what happened with you and Stormy?”
Shari shook her head. She had tied back her curly red hair and small gold earrings glittered in her ears. “Me and Stormy…we were attracted right off. The problem is I’ve commitments and so does he and they don’t fit together very well. Right now we’re having fun, getting to travel together more than we normally would. We haven’t…you know.” Her cheeks turned a little pink. “Not all the way, at least. We agreed just to let things go for a while and see where they lead.”
“Well, at least the two of you have
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