Bullwhipped (A Cowboy Romance) Page 10

  Oscar had ducked back in the motel room, leaving them alone out on the sidewalk. “You see your dad?” she asked.

  Nodding, he clasped his fingers in hers and guided her hand up to his mouth. “He was there. I didn’t talk to him.”

  “I’m sure your performance will shut him up for a while.”

  “No. It won’t. Let’s go celebrate. I’ve got my own room, so no interruptions.” He looped his finger around her belt, edging her body close to his. He wanted to change the subject without being rude, and it was a smooth transition from talk about his father. They ran the risk of his dad stopping by his room, but he had no plans to answer the door for anyone.

  She grabbed a duffel bag just inside the motel room. “Some overnight things. I want to stay all night with you and I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?” He arched his eyebrow, the excitement coursing through him. He already felt the arousal growing in his pants and hurried her across the parking lot, still fearing that they’d run into someone and ruin the whole evening. Unlocking the room, he followed close behind her, kicking the door shut and double-checking both locks on the door. Grasping her hips, he slowly pushed against her as they went farther into the room, matching each other’s steps.

  Swiping her hair aside, he nibbled on her neck. Her perfume was subtle and sweet and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Is it a good surprise, Livie?” he asked, burrowing his face in the nape of her neck.

  “You’ll have to wait and see,” she said, her throat vibrating.

  His hand smoothed down the front of her shirt as his fingers went beneath the waistband of her jeans, resting right above her mound. She sidestepped, breaking the contact, her eyebrows arched in a mischievous gaze that drove him mad.

  “You said we’d get more kinky than last night,” she said.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  Cocking her head to the side, she grabbed the duffel bag and pulled out the cowhides from the barn, waving them. “How about you get on the bed, Cale?”

  He unbuttoned his pearl snap shirt and shrugged out of it, lying back on the bed with no argument. “You are so sneaky, Livie. I didn’t even know you took those.”

  Kneeling on the bed, she took each of his arms and loosely tied them against the headboard. “That’s not too tight, is it?”

  “No. It’s perfect.”

  She took two candles from the bag and placed them beside the bed, lighting them with a match, her expression sexy and illuminated by the small flames.

  “What do you have in mind, Livie?” He was already having a hard time catching his breath from the excitement. “If you don’t unzip my pants I might bust through them.”

  “I believe it. I’m still amazed you can fit in Wranglers with how big you are.”

  Lifting his head, he tried to watch her as she fumbled with more things in the bag. “I’ve never heard you talk like this. I kind of like it.”

  “Do you?” She smoothed her hands through her hair and licked her lips. Her hand brushed up his thigh, stopping just sort of the bulge in his pants and back down again, making him ache for her touch. “You want me to tease you? What was it you said the other night? We’ve got nothing but time.”

  “You keep it up and I might finish right now,” he said, keeping an eye on her as she hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Stretching his legs out, it helped alleviate some of the pressure against his erection. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, and just the thought of what was about to happen made him swell bigger than he’d ever felt.

  Being tied up was new to him and he was already enjoying the experience. The door creaked open and he picked his head up again, feeling the blood completely rush between his legs at the sight of Olivia at the foot of the bed. She wore a white nighty that hugged her perfectly in all the right areas, accentuating her perfect breasts. The knee-high hose were held up by thin cloth straps against her thighs, connecting to very thin panties that were practically see through. The pink of her nipples were showing through the bra, making his mouth water. Her red lipstick stuck out against her skin and her high heels almost completely did him in.

  “Holy shit, Livie…” he muttered, wanting so bad to reach out and touch every inch of her.

  She picked up one of the candles and sat on the edge of the bed. “You said you want kinky.” Straddling him, she ground her hips into his hardness, still not freeing him from his pants. The contact made his jaw clench and he closed his eyes, trying not to lose it.

  “Open your eyes, Cale. Don’t take them off of me.”

  He did as he was told, watching the candle in her right hand. She tilted it and the hot wax dripped down onto his chest. It was a good hurt and he groaned as it solidified against his skin. Continuing down his body, she poured the wax on his stomach, stopping when she got to his jeans. Putting the candle down, she buried her face between his legs, unzipping him with her teeth. His belt followed and he felt the freedom when he popped out from under his boxers. Her hand cupped his balls and up his length, her touch providing pleasure against his tight skin. She rubbed his head and back down, massaging him as her finger tickled his taint.

  His hips bucked and his upper body stayed restrained. It was an odd feeling not being able to reach out and touch her. His head fell back in the pillows as she continued with pouring the wax on him, this time on his waist, the heat caressing him. Growling, he looked up at her again, remembering her request to not take his eyes off of her.

  “You like?” she asked.

  “Uh huh,” was all he could muster as his eyes rolled back when she began to stroke him again.

  Her mouth took him deep and he was seeing every color of the rainbow when his eyes closed again. He pushed up against the back of her throat, and when she licked down to his balls again, sucking on them, he could feel himself on the verge of finishing. He tightened his grip around the cowhide that dug his wrists, pulling himself in an attempt to control his body. Her tongue lapped at him and he grit his teeth.

  “Livie, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.” It was hard to get the words out, but he wanted to give her a warning.

  She ignored him, continuing to take him as deep as she could, almost getting his full length in her mouth. He tried his hardest to stop himself, but he finished with her lips still around his arousal. His body crashed back into the bed, coming to rest against the mattress as she released him, looking deep into his eyes.

  “Kinky enough for you? You taste good,” she said, standing up.

  “We’re not finished,” Cale replied. “You’re in for it once I get untied.” It was a whole new level of hotness when a woman swallowed, but Olivia doing it proved even more seductive than Cale could fathom.

  “In that case, I better free you.” Leaning over him, she worked at the knots. Her nipples were right in front of him, and he lunged up, taking one in his mouth, pulling her breast free from the translucent bra with his mouth. It caught her off guard and she took a second to compose herself from the sudden bite on her tender skin.

  With his hands freed, he easily tossed her on her back, laying her right where he just was. “Am I going to have to tie you up?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Shaking his head, he tossed the cowhide to the floor. “Nah, I think I want to feel your nails dig into my back.”

  He grabbed his pants from the pile of clothes on the floor and snatched the ice bucket from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

  Olivia took a second to catch her breath. Where had all of this come from? She had never imagined she’d be this way with a man, and here she was with Cale, experiencing things that were out of this world. What did he have in mind next? She felt the heat between her legs grow, the seconds ticking like hours as she waited for him to come back.

  The door swung open and she took a second to admire him tread across the room, shirtless with his sexy Wranglers hugging his ass. He sat the ice bucket beside the candles, taking his jeans off. He was at full attention again and Olivia
wondered how in the hell could he be ready to go so fast? He was a sexual beast on a much higher level than she was.

  “You’re in for it now, Livie,” he said, tracing his finger between her cleavage and down her stomach. “I’ve gotta take a few seconds to admire you in this lingerie before I tear it off of you.”

  Standing over her, he moved his finger back up, circling each exposed nipple as his other hand stroked himself.

  He wrapped his finger around the straps on the hose, snapping each one hard against her skin before ripping them free from her panties. The sound of the fabric coming apart was arousing in itself, and Olivia felt the rise and fall of her chest as he continued to pull apart the thin silk, exposing her body a little bit at a time.

  “I hope you didn’t spend a lot on this,” he said, continuing to rip up the inseam until she was naked. “Spread your legs as far as they’ll go.”

  She did as told, feeling vulnerable, but excited.

  “I changed my mind. I think you need to be tied up.”

  He pretended to go for her arms, but tied the hide around each ankle and around the bed frame, making it next to impossible to move her legs.

  “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, reaching into the ice bucket.

  “No.”

  Kneeling, he put a piece of ice between his lips and ran it down her chest, brushing over her nipples and down to her stomach, leaving a trail of water against her. It was cold and she whimpered when he went back up to her breasts, bringing her nipples to full attention from the freezing temperature. It melted completely and he took another piece in his lips, this time sliding between her legs, tracing the ice in her folds and against her clit. Her ass rose off of the bed but the restraints stayed strong, keeping her legs spread for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

  “You must be scorching down there. That piece didn’t last long.” He repeated the gesture, as another piece of ice moved up and down her body. Who would have thought it could be so seductive, but it had her nerves on high alert, enjoying the sensual feeling of his mouth trailing against her, especially between her legs.

  “Mmm, Cale…” she moaned, shocked when his mouth dipped and his tongue flicked deep inside her. “Ahh,” she hissed, reaching down to push his face against her as his tongue worked its magic. It was basic instinct to wrap her thighs around his head, but she couldn’t.

  “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it Livie?” he asked, his breath warm against her thigh. Before she could answer, he positioned himself against her, rubbing his length on her. “You want this, don’t you?”

  She nodded but was unable to get her voice to work.

  “Convince me that you want it, Livie.” He held it right at her opening, inserting just the tip before taking it out again, teasing her.

  She raised her hips up to meet him. “I want you, Cale. Make love to me, Cale.”

  She lifted up again, proving it was a harder workout than anything she had ever done. Finally, he plunged deep, cupping her ass and keeping it lifted off of the mattress. Unable to move, she lay back and enjoyed every second of his movement. He groaned on top of her, finally allowing her midsection to fall back into the soft covers, never pulling out of her. He kneaded both of her breasts, providing him leverage as he thrust so fast that Olivia almost lost all contact with reality. His hips slammed into hers and his sweat dripped over her. Looking deep into her eyes, he didn’t take them off of her as their bodies worked as one, fitting together like a puzzle.

  “Cale,” she moaned, fearing that the person in the next room could hear them.

  “Livie,” he replied back, only louder as the bed creaked.

  He finished for a second time, filling her with his seed, and she felt him twitch as her walls collapsed around him. Falling, he rested on his elbows, keeping his weight off of her. He buried his face in her chest as each of them tried to catch their breath.

  “Holy shit, Livie. I don’t even know what to say.”

  She ran her fingers through his thick hair, the skin on skin contact still providing her with heightened pleasure. “Then don’t say anything. Let’s just forget the world for a while.”

  Rolling beside her, he untied her legs and hugged her from behind. “I’m glad you’re staying with me tonight.”

  “Me too.”

  They both lay still and Cale’s breathing grew deep. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she saw that he had fallen asleep, his body relaxed, a small smile on his lips. She had never seen him so content – there was always something that kept his brow furrowed, but tonight, all of that had faded, providing a boyish look. She studied him, admiring his thick eyelashes that every woman would envy, his animated eyebrows, and his out of control hair that spiked in every direction. He was perfect and at that moment, Olivia had felt a new love for the man who had his strong arms wrapped around her. Was it natural to care so much for a person that it made her heart want to burst?

  “I love you so much, Cale,” she whispered.

  “Love you too, Livie,” he muttered, half asleep.

  Where had Cale Warren been all her life? She was glad she had finally found him.

  Chapter Ten

  Olivia sat in the stands, making sure to keep a good distance from Cale’s dad. She wasn’t sure if he’d even recognize her or say anything to her, but she didn’t want to take that chance. Cale was up to ride next and her heart raced like she was the one about to climb on the wild animal. Taking a deep breath, she waved when he looked up at her, seconds from climbing in the chute.

  “Your boy is up,” one of Olivia’s friends said, grabbing her hand.

  She didn’t take her eyes off of him. Would she ever get used to this? It was terrifying watching him do his thing, but at the same time, she was so proud of his achievements. It took guts to do what he did. Sitting up when they announced his name, she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans when the gate swung open, releasing the bull.

  Cale held his balance as his arm flew in the air. For a moment, it looked certain that he had maintained the upper hand and would make eight, but the bull turned, tossing Cale’s body off. Instead of falling to the ground as usual, he seemed to be hung up in the rope that once worked as a handle for him to hold on to. The bull didn’t let up, continuing to buck as Cale fought to break loose from the rope. He fell underneath the bull, getting kicked several times as other cowboys ran up to assist him.

  Olivia tried to look away, but it was like a bad wreck. It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, and when he finally broke free of the rope, he fell to the dirt, lying motionless as the bull inflicted one last head butt against him. The crowd gasped, and everything fell silent as they finally diverted the animal out of the arena. Paramedics carted in a gurney and their equipment, kneeling beside Cale. He still wasn’t responding to them, his arms sprawled out to his side.

  “Oh my God…” Olivia whispered, hurrying down the steps. She didn’t even check to see if his dad was on his way, nor did she care. Jumping over the railings, she approached the group and Sammy quickly intervened, keeping her away from Cale.

  “Let me see him!” Olivia yelled, pulling out of his grasp.

  “They’re working on him, Olivia.”

  “What’s wrong? What happened?” She felt the tears well up in the corners of her eyes and though she was trying to hide it, her voice shook. She tried to look over Sammy’s shoulder, but he was taller.

  “I’m not sure yet. We need to stay back and let the medics do their job.”

  “Was he at least awake?”

  Sammy hesitated as if he knew something but didn’t want to tell her. “I’m… I’m not sure, Olivia.”

  “Hey, they’re taking him to the hospital. Feel free to follow them there,” a cowboy said, tossing Sammy some keys.

  “Ride with me, Olivia.”

  She followed him to Cale’s truck, everything a blur as he sped out onto the road, keeping close to the ambulance. Was this really happening? It was so quick and felt like a dream. Resting her
head back, she saw Cale all over the truck. It smelled like him, it had some of his clothes tossed in the back seat, and most of all, she thought about sitting in the middle seat right beside him, playfully flirting with him as he drove her out to the ranch just a few nights ago. Instead, Sammy was there, and though he was trying hard to keep his emotions in check, Olivia could tell he was tense by the way he gripped the steering wheel. She didn’t know him well, but he was a good friend to Cale.

  “He’s going to be okay, Olivia.”

  She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, closing her eyes. She couldn’t stand watching the ambulance in front of them, knowing Cale was in the back with God knows what kind of injuries.

  “Yeah,” she replied.

  “He’s been through a lot. He’s tough.” It was as if Sammy was trying to convince himself.

  The drive to the hospital was quick, and she didn’t even wait for Sammy, running behind the paramedics as they wheeled him in. She still didn’t have a good vantage point on if he was awake or not, and just as she neared him, a male nurse stepped in front of her as they took him through the swinging doors.

  “Please, I need to get back there,” she pleaded, at her wit’s end.

  “They’re working on him. There’s a waiting room right around the corner. You can wait there and we’ll come get the family once we know more.”

  “How long will it be?” Olivia asked, knowing it was a dumb question.

  “I can’t answer that. Go to the waiting room. The doctor will be out as soon as we know something.”

  Tears streamed down her face and Sammy took her arm, gently guiding her to an area with chairs, a TV and a coffee machine next to some magazines. There were several other people there, each of them eyeing her, whispering about the scene she had just caused at the nurse’s station. Ignoring them, she sat in a chair that faced a window, burying her head in her hands, allowing the tears to fall.

  Sammy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, slipping her a tissue. “He’s been hurt before. This isn’t the first time a bull got the best of him.”