Cash punched the clutch and shifted. “I’d planned on cuttin’ hay this afternoon, but it’ll be too wet. Not that I’m complainin’ ’bout the moisture. It’ll have to wait at least a couple of days.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Thought about workin’ with that two-year-old. Is he halter broke?”
“Barely. Ornery thing runs whenever he sees me with a halter. And I’ve been so busy this year I haven’t had time to work with him.” She expected him to wince. Not training a horse was as bad as not taking proper care of one.
“I’d sure like to take a crack at him.”
“By all means.”
Cash stopped the pickup and Gemma hopped out to open and close the gate. He parked in front of the house and sauntered back to where she waited by the water pump for the bucket to fill.
“What are you doin’ today?” he asked.
“Thought I’d clean the horse trailer. Why? Did you need me for something else?”
She hoped he’d say yes, that he needed her naked. Right now.
“Nah. I’m gonna round up that roan.” He unlatched the door to the horse trailer, which housed the saddles, blankets, halters, bridles and other horse paraphernalia.
Whistling, he unhooked a blue nylon halter and draped it over his shoulder. “See you in a bit.”
Hiding her disappointment, Gemma focused on sweeping and scrubbing. But while she was cleaning, she couldn’t help but obsess on what had happened last night.
Or rather, what hadn’t happened.
Cash had been quiet on the drive to Beulah. They’d left right after he’d talked to Macie, and Gemma didn’t know if that was the reason for his introspective mood. She didn’t push, figuring if he wanted to talk to her about it he would.
Once they’d arrived at the Nelson ranch to look at the bucking horses, Cash stepped up and handled every bit of the financial negotiations. The crusty old rancher even dropped his price by a couple of hundred bucks. Gemma knew she wouldn’t have had the same results if she’d come alone.
As Gemma was writing out the check, the man’s wife came outside to warn them severe thunderstorms were headed their way. Several areas in Wyoming were already without power due to windstorms, and state Highway 23 was temporarily closed because of excessive hail.
Since the horses were essentially wild, they decided to wait out the storm and leave them in the pasture and come back in the morning. They hadn’t planned to stay overnight and Gemma hadn’t packed any household supplies in the living quarters of the horse trailer.
On the drive to Spearfish to find a motel, Cash tried to call Macie several times but got no answer. Gemma snuck in a call to Carter and explained the situation while Cash checked them into the room.
After a nearly silent dinner, they returned to the motel. Gemma’s hopes sunk a little when she noticed two double beds. It didn’t help matters Cash was glued to The Weather Channel. And Gemma knew better than to tell him not to worry about his daughter.
Telling him she’d asked Carter to check on Macie would set him off big time.
Frustrated, Gemma flopped on the opposite bed. She woke up the next morning fully clothed.
When Cash didn’t offer up an explanation on why he hadn’t touched her, the paranoid part of her psyche supplied reasons.
Regret.
Disappointment.
Disgust.
The situation between them didn’t improve after they’d loaded the horses and were on the road. Once again, Cash insisted on driving, leaving Gemma lost in thoughts she didn’t want.
Finding Macie all right—albeit with Carter in her bed—seemed to alleviate some of the tension between them. Cash almost seemed normal while they were checking cows.
But what was normal with him? What was normal with them?
Forget it. He’s doing what you hired him to do.
Gemma managed to block the past twenty-four hours from her brain. By the time she finished cleaning up, her shirt and boots were sopping wet and her jeans were damp. She needed a shower in a bad way. She dragged the bucket and brooms to the barn. Nothing happened when she tugged on the string to the light bulb. Probably the fuse blew in last night’s storm.
The outer door opened and a sliver of light briefly permeated the darkness like a flash bulb.
“Gemma?” Cash called. “Where are you?”
“By the tack room. None of the lights seem to be working.”
She didn’t hear him come up behind her so she jumped when he placed his hands on her shoulders.
“You scared me.”
Cash didn’t answer. He didn’t move either.
“What?”
“Your shirt is wet.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t stand too close. I probably smell bad.”
“You smell good to me.” He inhaled deeply. “Really good.”
“Anything is bound to smell good when you’ve been in the pen and around wild horses for a few hours.”
“Your shirt is wet.”
“We already established that.”
His warm breath ruffled the hair by her ear. “Take it off.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Take off your shirt. Now.”
“But—”
“Don’t argue with me. I think I’d enjoy punishin’ you too much today.”
Her fingers froze around his when they breached the first snap. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Without apology and you’ll take what I dish out without complaint.”
“Cash—”
“Gemma.” His voice was a low-pitched growl. “I ain’t jokin’. Do what I tell you.”
She tried a different tack. “Wouldn’t you rather go inside?”
“No. Take. Off. The. Damn. Shirt. Now.”
A kernel of excitement unfurled from the tips of her boots to the end of her ponytail.
Pop pop pop pop went the pearl snaps and the shirt hung open. She slipped it off her shoulders and Cash took it.
“Now the bra.”
The front clasp popped and the bra hit the dirt.
“Unfasten your jeans.”
Gemma tugged on the button on her Wranglers. The release of the zipper tine by tine sounded incredibly erotic in the heated stillness. “Now what?”
“Pull them down to your knees. Panties too.”
She shimmied the denim to the tops of her boots.
“Turn around.”
Soon as she faced him his hands were on her breasts and his teeth closed over her left nipple. Her breath caught at the sensation of his hot mouth on her cool skin. Then he nipped the very tip as he kissed a path to her right breast. No sweet nuzzling; Cash suckled hard and deep. He lifted the globes together, and growled against her flesh as his hungry mouth moved back and forth. Licking. Biting. Sucking.
She almost came from the sexy feel of his tongue rasping over her nipples. Giving every inch the attention she craved until she was dizzy and wet with want.
Cash placed hot kisses up her throat. “Touch yourself.”
Flustered, she stuttered, “What do you mean?”
“You’ve gotten yourself off when you haven’t had a man to do it.” His tongue slicked across her bottom lip. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
“Um. It’s too dark. You can’t see.”
“Don’t matter. I got a great imagination. I hear you breathin’ fast. I feel your heart poundin’ against my mouth. I smell that sweet cream. I know you want to get off, Gemma doll. Show me how your pretty p-ssy responds to your touch.”
Cash rubbed his stubbled cheek along her jaw. “While you finger yourself, I’ll suck these tits deep and hard. I know I can make you moan, but wanna see if I can make you scream.”
She had difficulty swallowing and she knew he heard it. “And if I’m feeling shy?”
“You aren’t. You want to prove your wild side. Knowin’ you’re touchin’ yourself will drive me insane. It excites you to drive me crazy with lust without even touchin’ me.”
He plucked her hand off his shoulder. Kissing her first two fingers delicately, he sucked them into his hot mouth.
A flash of heat speared between her legs.
Cash ran his tongue between the digits, getting them good and wet before he released them. “Show me.” He covered her hand with his, placing it between her shaking legs.
Gemma felt her wetness ease the way as four fingers pushed inside her. Her head fell back against the stalls as he helped move their joined hands in and out of her p-ssy.
“Like that?”
“Usually I just…”
“Just what?” he demanded.
“I go straight for my *.”
“Why?”
“It’s the fastest way to get me off.”
He chuckled. “Greedy wench. Show me more. Show me everything.” Cash bent his head and worked her nipples.
She thrust the fingers into her p-ssy twice before sliding them up to her mound. She centered the pad of her middle finger right over her * and she rubbed. Not ever-widening circles. Not side to side. No teasing. Just up and down, directly over that needy nub. A moan escaped when she realized the added weight of his finger intensified the pressure.
Cash blew a stream of air across her wet nipples. “Faster?”
“Not yet.” She thrust their joined fingers back inside her core, secretly loving the way he made her lead. Made her teach him what she liked.
She liked it all. If his labored breathing and the way his pelvis bumped her hip was any indication, he liked it all too.
Her middle finger returned to the aching spot. “Faster would be good now.”
“Show me.”
She kept the strokes short and fast. So close. She was so damn close. The pressure built and she lost her mind when Cash sucked her nipple in perfect timing to the pulsating in her *.
“Oh shit that feels so…” An intense rush of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. The scent of his hot skin. The complete darkness. The sharp nip of his teeth. The wet lash of his tongue on the swell of her breast. The throbbing in her sex. The sensations were too potent, too raw. Almost there…