Trouble in Dixie Page 8

  He put his hands over hers, and stopped her, then said in a tortured voice, “We can’t here…”

  “Oh, hell yes, we can…and we are,” she said stubbornly, then cupped him through his jeans and stroked him, before she slid the button through the look, and slid down his zipper.

  He growled, then leaned forward and unbuttoned her shirt, and shoved it off her shoulders, her bra fell with it. He gasped and studied her breasts intently, before smoothing his hands over them reverently.

  “You are so damned beautiful, Katie…perfect,” he whispered, then he leaned up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and rolled his tongue around it. Katie mewled her pleasure and dug her fingers into his shoulders. It seemed as if there was a magic connection between that point and her core, because she felt moisture pooling between her legs, and she was throbbing for him.

  With a groan, she threw he head back and leaned toward him, then shoved her fingers into his hair to hold him there. His hands kneaded her ass, as he laved attention on one breast and then the other, then he moved one hand to the edge of her panties and slid his fingers inside. When he touched her there, Katie jerked and thought she was going to explode again.

  Groaning loudly, she moved her hips against his hand, then Tommy dipped one finger inside of her and growled, “You’re so fucking wet…”

  “I want you inside of me—now,” she told him, then leaned down to kiss him fiercely, before she asked in a whisper above his lips, “You have a condom?”

  He threw his had back against the seat with a moan and his hands tightened on her thighs. “No…I was going to stop and get some on the way to the bed and breakfast,” he admitted then opened his eyes and looked at her sorrowfully.

  “My backpack…I have a couple in there,” she told him, then added with a chuckle, “Not sure how old they are, but beggars can’t be choosers.” She leaned over him and reached down to get her backpack, and was surprised when he shifted forward and put a wet sucking kiss on her ass, then nipped it.

  With a yelp, she stood back up and put the pack on the seat. “What the hell?!?” she squeaked breathlessly, because that unexpected little gesture had doubled the hot, heady pleasure sizzling along her nerves.

  “You told me to kiss your lily white ass, so I did…and bit it too,” he told her playfully in a deep throaty voice. then chuckled. “You can issue that order any day, sugar…I’ll be happy to oblige,” he told her then rubbed where he’d nipped her.

  Katie’s hand trembled as she unzipped the side pocket on her pack and pulled out a small foil packet, then told him in a shaky whisper, “I’ll have to remember that,” then leaned forward and kissed him, while she slid her hand down his lower abdomen and pushed it underneath his boxers to stroke him.

  Tommy’s hips shot off the seat and he moved them in rhythm with her hand, then he groaned and jerked the packet from her. Shoving his jeans and boxers down past his hips, Tommy quickly tore the packet open with his teeth, then sheathed himself, and grated in a tense voice, “Since you’re the expert on car sex here, how the hell do we do this?”

  Katie’s eyebrows rose and she pulled back from him a little and gave him a lopsided grin. “You really have never had sex in a car?” she asked him incredulously.

  “Nope, you’re the first…I got married when I was twenty-one sugar, and didn’t have a lot of experience when I did,” he admitted and his face flushed, before he looked down, as if he was embarrassed.

  Katie stroked him again, then said softly, “Well, we’re gonna have to do something about that then.” She reversed her position, then straddled him again facing the windshield, then reached between them and positioned herself over his steely length. Slowly, she slid herself down on him and moaned when he slipped inside her. She stopped and savored the stretching sensation and circled her hips. He groaned and his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her further down on him.

  In between short gasping breaths he said, “Lord, that feels so good…” and a tremor moved through him, then he jerked her down as his hips shot upward and he was fully inside of her. His thighs tensed between her legs and he held her tightly against him for a second. When she tried to move her hips, his fingers dug deeper into her flesh and he moaned, “Sit still for a minute, sugar…or it might be over before we get started.”

  After a second, he eased back onto the seat and took her with him, so their bodies were flush together. Katie circled her hips several times, the tension inside of her ramping up with each rotation. She grabbed the dashboard and lifted off of him, then slowly slid back down, and mewled her pleasure at how deliciously he stretched her inner muscles, and filled her. “God, you’re right, this is incredible,” she gasped and did it again.

  He spread her thighs farther, and moved his hand around her to her core. Finding her pleasure center, he massaged her there, and she wailed “Oh, god, Tommy…” then leaned back against him savoring the extreme sensations pulsing through her.

  Turning her head, she nipped his earlobe, then sucked it between her lips, and his breathing hitched, then she licked his neck and put a kiss right behind his ear, and whispered softly, “You taste so damned good…feel so damned good.”

  His muscular chest heaved against her back and she saw a fine sheen of sweat dampen his face, felt the dampness of his chest against her back. After a lick to his jaw, and a kiss to the corner of his mouth, Katie leaned forward and grabbed the dash again, then began moving her hips up and down his length, sliding in a rhythm that brought her closer and closer to the promise of release that hovered just outside of her consciousness. Tommy’s fingers increased their rhythm between her legs, and she increased her pace.

  With every downward motion, he lifted up to meet her, slamming against her and increasing the friction between them, ramping up her need. Her heart was bouncing around inside her chest, like it wanted out, and it felt like her blood was radioactive in her veins, it burned in every corner of her body, screaming for release.

  She panted and moaned, then Tommy said in a low tense tone, “Come for me, baby…I want to feel you around me, you’re so tight…wet…oh, my god, Mag—” his body tensed at the same time as hers, and she shouted, all of the tension inside of her knotting in her chest then exploding outward in bright beautiful waves of incredible pleasure, that floated over her body like silk scarves.

  Katie leaned her head against her folded arms on the dashboard, and just sat there a moment, until her trembling stopped. When the sexual fog that had seized her her brain cleared, tears filled her eyes and she stood up then stepped over his legs and sat down.

  “Take me back to the ranch,” she told him flatly, as she reached for her shorts and pulled them on, then grabbed her shirt and hastily did up the buttons.

  “I’m sorry, Katie…” he told her in a dark tortured voice then shoved a hand through his hair.

  “Oh, so you do remember my name,” she grated, then told him angrily, “Take me back to the ranch, Tommy,” then ran her hands through her hair. When he didn’t move, she slid over and cranked the truck, and slammed it into drive. He fell against the passenger door, when she swung the truck around to head that way.

  “What the fuck are you doing?!?” he yelled, then reached down and jerked up his jeans, and then buttoned his shirt.

  “I’m going back where I should have stayed in the first place,” she told him then shot him an angry glare. “You have some serious issues, and I don’t need ‘em. Word of advice,” she said then glared at him again, “When you’re fucking a woman, don’t fantasize it’s your dead wife…that’s kind of a turn off, asshole…not to mention pretty damned morbid.”

  “I’m sorry, Katie…I haven’t ever done that before…and I wasn’t fantasizing it was her,” he said in a strangled voice.

  “Yeah, right. One day, you’ll either crawl into that grave with her, or bury her…that’s the day you can have a life,” she grated, then slammed her foot on the accelerator and the truck shot down the road.

  “Slow, down
, Katie…” he said then gripped the dashboard with white knuckles.

  “I can’t get back to the ranch soon enough to suit me,” she said then sped up a little more, her own knuckles white on the steering wheel. The truck zoomed over the asphalt and she leaned forward to see the road better in the high beams of the headlights. She hit a pothole and bounced on the seat, then swerved a little, and Tommy slid on the seat toward her.

  “Slow the fuck down!” he demanded loudly, then his hand shot across the cab to grip her thigh.

  Katie swerved again and took one hand off the wheel to move his hand off her leg. “Get your fucking hands off of me…don’t ever touch me again,” she said in a whimper, and she felt tears burning her eyes.

  “Calm down, and slow down, Katie,” he said then reached over and ran a finger over her jaw, “I’m sorry, Katie…please forgive me.”

  Tears burned hot tracks down her cheeks, as she focused on the road, but told him, “Not a chance…use this as a lesson though, so you don’t repeat it with the next girl crazy enough to want to be with you,” she said in a voice bordering on hysteria.

  “I don’t want anyone else, Katie…I want you,” he told her in a choked voice. “You’re the first woman I’ve wanted like this in ten years.”

  “Sure have a fine way of showing it, Jason,” she said meanly.

  “Jason?” he asked in confusion.

  “My last boyfriend…he was pretty good at the car sex thing,” she told him nastily, then added, “He taught me a lot.”

  Jason taught a lot of girls things, because he was a charming asshole, who couldn’t keep it in his pants. She found the handsome bull rider in his trailer with not one, but two girls, one night after a show, and that was that on her budding feelings for that butthead.

  Tommy growled and slammed his hand on the dashboard and she jumped when he yelled, “Don’t fucking do this to me, Katie!”

  “What?” she said innocently, then grated, “Hurt you like you hurt me? That was inexcusable, Tommy Tucker.” It was like he’d put his fist inside her chest and grabbed her heart when he’d called out his wife’s name when he’d climaxed. Nothing in her life had ever hurt her more, even when her parents had dumped her on Uncle Jerry’s doorstep.

  Katie’s foot pressed down on the accelerator a little more, and Tommy tensed up beside her on the seat and said in a broken whisper, his eyes wide with fear and suspiciously bright, “Please, slow down…”

  She huffed out a breath and eased her foot off the pedal, and he relaxed a little, and leaned back against the seat. She didn’t say anything else to him, until she stopped in front of the ranch house and shut off the engine.

  “Goodbye, Tommy…I hope you work out your problems,” she said then reached for her backpack. Her anger had subsided a little bit during the drive, but the aching pain in her chest hadn’t. It would be a long time before she got over this pain. “Can you help unload my bike,” she asked him flatly, then opened the door and slid to the ground. He got out of the other side of the truck, and walked to the back, then let down the tailgate, but didn’t move to put the ramp down.

  He just stood there with his shoulders stiff for a minute, his head downcast, then he hugged himself and she saw his shoulders were shaking. Even though Katie was still pissed at him, and more than hurt, she couldn’t stand seeing anyone else in pain, and it was obvious that Tommy was having a breakdown of some sort.

  Tentatively, she stepped forward and put her hand on his shoulder, “You okay?” she asked with concern.

  He took a deep shuddering breath then threw his head back and sucked in another one, before he let it out slowly and nodded. Reaching into the truck, he pulled down the ramp, and hopped up into the bed, then released the kickstand, and rolled the bike backwards to the edge, before he got down and rolled it down to the ground. Tommy pushed the bike over away from the truck and parked it, then went back and shoved the board into the back, and shut the tailgate.

  Without looking at her, and without another word, careful to keep his back to her, he walked to the driver’s door and got inside, then cranked the truck and hauled ass down the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in his tail lights. Katie stood there with her hands on her hips watching him leave, feeling guilty for what she’d done, which pissed her off. He’d deserved it, but he’d lost his wife, even if it was ten years ago, she had to feel some compassion for him. He was a young man, and definitely worthy of love, she sure hoped he figured out how to move forward, or he was going to be a lonely old man.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Katie and Karlie hadn’t lost their touch, that was for sure. Even with only a few days practice, they were in first place going into the team roping finals tomorrow. And somehow, even after that asshole, Sonny Jessup, had attacked her earlier in the parking lot, she was the leader in the barrel racing competition too. Thank God, Wade had come along when he had, or it could have been a lot worse.

  She’d seen a lot of friends here today, even Jason, who apologized all over himself for being such a jerk. He’d groveled so nicely, she’d agreed to have a drink with him, after they got done tonight. Katie needed a drink…but there was no way she was going to go any further with him…that ship had sailed with two busty blonds.

  Karlie, Gabe and Beau had left, and so had Wade and Jess. Karlie was the last one of her group at the arena, and she was hauling her stuff to a temporary locker, so she could go find Jason. Katie hefted her saddle above her head, to put it on a shelf, and a hand reached over her shoulder and gave it a push to help, then it traveled down her arm to her waist. Goosebumps raised the hair on her arms, and she turned around warily, and met Jason’s blue eyes, and sexy grin.

  He pushed his hat back on his head, then leaned in toward her and put his hands on her hips, before he covered her mouth with his. Katie put her hands on his chest to push him away, but he held her too tight, and ground his body and his mouth against her. She was trapped between him and the locker, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do, she couldn’t even bring her knee up between them.

  Someone cleared their throat behind them, but she couldn’t see around his broad shoulders to see who it was. He broke the kiss and grinned at her, then pulled back and slipped his arm around her waist.

  “What the hell do you want, can’t you see we’re busy?” Jason said roughly to Tommy who stood there with a stunned and angry expression on his pinched face. His hazel eyes were filled with hurt and a multitude of other emotions she couldn’t decipher.

  Tommy’s face turned red, then he swallowed twice, before he said in a gruff voice, “My daughter wanted to see Katie, before we left, but I think we’ve seen enough.” He gave Katie a hard look, then put his arm around Dixie’s shoulders and turned his back on her to stalk back down the hall.

  “Tommy, Wait!” she yelled and took off after them, but he didn’t stop. He kept shuffling Dixie down the hall toward the exit, and Katie kept running after them. When she pulled up beside them, she grabbed his arm and said, “Tommy, wait…I can explain.”

  “No need, Katie,” he said gruffly, then shoved the bar on the exit door and pushed it open, then strode across the darkened parking lot toward his truck. He didn’t want to hear a fucking thing she had to say…he was done. Done with trying, done with chasing her, just done…evidently, she wasn’t the woman he thought she was. Seeing that guy’s hands all over her, and her panting, while he kissed her right in the middle of the hallway, just a week after he’d made love to her in the truck, told him all he needed to know about her.

  Tommy had wanted to jerk a knot in that asshole’s head…something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. He needed to get away from Katie Upton, before he did something he’d regret…like fall in love with her. She was not the kind of woman he needed in his life. He didn’t need a woman in his life, at all. They were too much trouble, and he’d survived without one for ten years now, he was fine.

  When he reached his truck, Tommy unlocked the door, then put Dixie in the back s
eat and belted her in, before he shut the door. Katie caught up to him again, and grabbed his arm. He shook her hand off of him, and turned toward her, “What the hell do you want from me?”