Controlled Burn (2 page)

He had never really been much for one-night stands. It just wasn’t how he rolled. Of course, during the past few years, he hadn’t had too much luck with the other kind, either. Even broadening his reach throughout the county, which his volunteer job allowed him to do, hadn’t brought any interesting results.

He wondered if this woman was passing through, or what? She sure didn’t look familiar. Of course, he’d only lived in Winslow for the past nine years. He’d come to this place, running from the congestion of the Dallas/Fort Worth area where he’d been in the cattle auction business with his father. He’d had enough of the city and wanted to raise cattle instead of auctioning off lots. There’d been some tension in his family because of it, but everything had settled down.

He wished he could settle himself as easily.

Getting this woman naked would be a step in the right direction. Especially tonight. He really needed to lose himself in her lush body and the things it silently promised. The fire had bumped his stress level off the charts and headed him toward depression. Not for the first time, he considered quitting his volunteer job, but his sense of responsibility wouldn’t let him do it. Now he needed something to cleanse his mind and remind him what life was really all about.

“Is that a yes or no?”

He shook himself when he realized the woman was speaking to him.

“I’m sorry.” He tried out an easy grin on her. “I think I was just too entranced by you.”

She laughed, a hot, throaty sound. “A pretty lame pickup line, if you ask me.”

He tilted his head. “Do I need one? A pick up line, lame or not?”

“Depends on what you have in mind,” she teased.

“Right now, what I have in mind is something cold and liquid. The bartender wants to know if you’d like another JD.”

She saw the guy watching them, one eyebrow raised.

“What about you?” She ran her tongue over her plump lower lip. “Are you having another?”

His cock throbbed harder, and heat skittered over his skin. “I think one more.”

“Then I will, too.” She eyed the bartender. “If I can take it with me?”

The guy shrugged. “Depends on where you plan to take it.”

“How about right next door?” Boone answered for her.

The man nodded. “Okay, then, coming right up.”

Boone put his mouth close to her ear. “Did I presume too much?”

Beneath his touch, he felt her tense for a moment then relax.

“No,” she drawled. “I think you got it exactly right.”

He threw some cash on the bar. “Get our drinks and wait for me. I’ll be right back.”

*****

To Montana, it had the appearance of every cheap motel room she’d stayed in when she was in college and off for the weekend with friends. The whole place probably hadn’t been upgraded since it opened, but at least it was clean. She followed Mr. Hotstuff, with the drinks in her hands, as he led the way to their room and unlocked the door. They took a few minutes to move their vehicles, neither of them wanting to leave them parked at the bar. Business taken care of, they stood in the room, lit only by the low light of a bedside lamp, and stared at each other for a long moment.

What are you doing, Montana?

Then he took a step toward her, framed her face with his lean, strong fingers, and lowered his mouth to hers.
Bang!
It was akin to a rocket going off between the two of them. The kiss was so incendiary, it seared her lips. The gentle pressure became firmer, his tongue came out to stroke her lower lip, and she opened for him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

His tongue was a blistering flame, scorching the inside of her mouth and igniting every tiny little nerve ending. The heat shot through her body, straight to her cunt, to the inner walls she knew were now slippery with her juices. She could even feel the throbbing in her clit.

He slid his hands into her hair so he could cup her head, angling it this way and that for better access. By the time he lifted his head, her legs trembled and her breathing was choppy and uneven. Her entire body felt as if someone had lit a match to it and she was burning out of control.

And all he’d done was kiss her, so far!

“I think we have too many clothes on.”

She was gratified to hear the slight tremble in his voice. Good. He was as affected as she was. Montana reached for the hem of her tee shirt to tug it off, but he brushed her hands aside.

“I want to do it.”

She raised her arms, so he could slide the tee shirt up and over her head. Tiny goose bumps popped out on her skin when he stared at her breasts with unleashed hunger in his eyes. Palming them with his warm hands, he brushed the nipples lightly with his thumbs. Despite the satin fabric of her bra still covering them, his touch was electric. If those tight buds had been tingling before, now they felt as if someone had taken a match to them. It took all her self-discipline to stand there while he stroked his fingers over her and devoured her with his eyes.

She sighed with relief when he disposed of the bra, welcoming the caress of his slightly-roughened fingers over the naked skin of her breasts. When he closed his lips over one, a whisper of desire eased from her mouth, and she had to grab his firm-muscled upper arms for support. He sucked hard on the distended tip, grazing it with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue, then giving the other one the same attention. Her pulse pounded in every erogenous zone, and need clawed its way up from deep inside her.

When he unsnapped her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, the anticipation of what came next was so great, she wasn’t sure even holding onto him would keep her upright. But Mr. Hotstuff obviously anticipated things. As soon as he pushed her jeans and panties past her hips, he eased her onto the bed.

Montana drew in a breath. He still carried the same faint smoky aroma, but it was spiced with something that reminded her of cool forests or running water. And pure male essence. Her cunt spasmed, the scents a sensual tease.

Nibbling at the soft spot just beneath her jawline, he moved his lips in a trail down through the valley between her breasts to her navel, where he traced the swirled flesh with the tip of his tongue. Each touch sizzling and electric.

When he lifted his mouth and rose, she cried out in protest.

“Hang on, darlin’.” His voice was edged with raw lust. “I’m getting your shoes out of the way and the rest of these clothes.”

He took his damn time about it, easing each sandal off with great care then sliding her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her legs until he could drop them to the floor. Placing his hands on her knees, he nudged her legs apart so her cunt was fully exposed to him, open to his ravenous gaze. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he placed her hands over her head, pushing them against the bedclothes.

“Keep your hands like that,” he ordered. “Don’t move them, no matter what.”

“But—“

Desire glittered in his dark eyes. “Pay attention or I might have to spank your very sweet ass.” When her breath caught at the idea, he moved so his face was barely an inch from hers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re just full of surprises. Maybe I can accommodate you. Depends on how bad you are.”

She tried to say something, but her mouth was suddenly dust dry.

He moved back, the look in his eyes skewering her as he spent long moments drinking in every inch of her cunt. “A real blonde.” His gaze devoured her. “I knew your mound would be covered with honey-colored curls.” He brushed his fingers over her. “And soft as silk. Oh, yeah. I could stare at this forever.” He knelt on the floor. “But I’d rather taste it instead.”

Using his thumbs, he opened her labia and ran his tongue the length of her slit. His breath was like a hot breeze on her sensitive body. Shivers skated over her even as her blood heated, and her skin suddenly felt too tight for her body. She wanted to yell at him to get on with it, but he seemed determined to take his time. But the moment he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, power surged to every nerve ending was so intensely she nearly came off the bed. And when he closed his teeth around it and tugged, she convulsed with a small orgasm she was powerless to hold back.

She felt his lips around her throbbing bud curve in a tiny smile of satisfaction, even as he continued to suck the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Her inner walls still quivered, clamping down on the fingers he slid into her heated channel. She knew how slippery she was with her own liquid. While his mouth and his fingers teased her with clever strokes, she wanted his cock inside her.

Get on with it, she wanted to shout.

“Take off your clothes.” She barely recognized her own voice.

His smile was predatory. “Giving orders, are you?”

She twisted on the bed. “Please.” She licked her lips. “I want to see you naked.”

“Don’t move,” he ordered, “and you’ll get your wish.”

It took all her self-control to lie there, hands still pushed into the mattress, while he toed off his boots and shucked his clothes. If her mouth was dry before, every bit of saliva she might have had left dried up the instant he stood before her, tall and naked. His body was lean and tightly muscled, as defined as if sculpted from granite. Hair as dark as that on his head sprinkled his chest. Moving her eyes slowly down his body, she followed the path of sexy chest hair past his navel as it arrowed down to the nest surrounding his cock. Oh, yes, his cock. Tall and rigid and thick and swollen, the head a dark purple. A tiny bead of fluid atop the slit.

God, how she wanted to reach out for it, but the fire in his eyes stopped her.

“Hands in place,” he reminded her.

He bent to her pussy again, tracing every inch of slick flesh with his ravenous tongue. When he slipped it inside her, she nearly convulsed again. Montana couldn’t remember the last time a man had kept her so on edge, so hungry for whatever he chose to do with and to her.

With his hands on the backs of her thighs, he nudged her legs up until her knees practically touched her shoulders. Then he resumed licking and sucking and stroking. Pausing to wet his fingers with her juices, he then traced a line down between the cheeks of her ass to the tight-puckered opening there.

When he pressed on it lightly she nearly catapulted off the bed. Her ex had taken her there once or twice, but it had never seemed to turn him on, and his fumbling attempts had certainly done nothing for her. But this? This made her crave his big shaft thrusting into her, filling every inch of her back channel. She almost cried out in protest when he moved his finger away.

“If we ever get together again, I’m going to take you here.” The guttural tone of his voice rolled through her, so hot she was sure it left ashes in its wake.

But we’ll never get together again.

She closed her eyes, trying to pull the edges of her control together, when a sharp slap startled her. Her ass! He’d spanked her ass! She’d kept her hands where he told her to, but apparently he’d seen the lust flare in her eyes when he mentioned it.

He bent over her again, his mouth close to hers. “If we had more than one night, I’d spank your pretty ass until it turned bright red then fuck the hell out of it.” When her breathing hitched, he smiled. “Oh, yeah. A treat for us to dream about.”

He bent to reach his jeans, dug a foil packet out of his wallet, and ripped it open. She swallowed a grin as she saw his hands tremble while he sheathed himself. He was as turned on by everything as she was.

With his eyes locked with hers, he pushed her knees wide again, spread the lips of her pussy, and drove into her in one hard lunge. Holy crap! He filled every inch of her and then some. He drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and began to move—steady strokes, in and out, more, harder, faster. Feet planted on the floor, arms braced on either side of her, he stared into her eyes as his body moved in a steady rhythm.

“Touch yourself.” His voice was so hoarse, she almost didn’t recognize it.

“What? I—“

“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “I want to watch you do it while I fuck you.”

Unable to tear her eyes away from him, she slid her hand down to find her clit, soaking her finger in her own juices. Slowly she massaged it, the tremors in the walls of her cunt increasing with the stimulation. The climax unwound deep inside her, clawing to get out. She moved her legs to wrap them around his waist when he stopped abruptly, withdrew, and flipped her over.

Before she could get her brains together enough to ask him what he was doing, he positioned her on her hands and knees, grabbed pillows to stuff beneath her, and drove into her wet channel again.

Oh, god!

Lost in a haze of lust, she was conscious only of his hard cock plunging in and out of her, the panting of his breath and hers, the increase in the power of his strokes driving her body back and forth. When she came, the force was so explosive she felt as if a giant fist were shaking her body. Her pussy clamped down on Mr. Hotstuff’s cock hard, again and again, tightly enough she could feel him pulsing inside her. She lost all sense of self and place, enveloped only in the power of the orgasm.

Finally spent, she collapsed forward onto the pile of pillows. Her heart thundered so hard, she wondered if it would burst from her chest, and she couldn’t seem to draw enough breath into her lungs. Mr. Hotstuff had collapsed on top of her, but he’d managed to catch his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her.

After what seemed an eternity, he eased himself from her body. She sensed him move away then heard him in the bathroom as he disposed of the condom. She was still trying to find the energy to move when strong arms lifted her. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Hotstuff’s black, black eyes watching her carefully.

“Are you okay?”

She let out a soft sigh. “Better than.”

“Good. I think our drinks are toast, but I don’t care because I am two seconds away from falling into bed.”

She smiled at him. “That makes two of us.”

With swift, economical movements, he yanked back the covers, moved the pillows, and laid her gently on the bed. In seconds, he was spooned behind her, one arm holding her, a warm hand cupping a breast. Before she could blink or say a word, she was fast asleep.