Riding The Line Part 6

'Hey, we're supposed to be taking this slow.'

'Dammit, Dakota! Don't spoil it.'

She tried to kick him but he wouldn't let her.

'Honey, this is my problem not yours. I want you right now, here in the street.' She tried to speak but he covered her lips with his hand. 'If we don't stop or go back to the motel, that's what's going to happen. Me on you, possibly an audience, followed swiftly by a spell behind bars for public indecency.' He smoothed her heated cheek. 'I'm not changing my mind. I just want to do right by you.'

She stared at him for a long while, her breathing as ragged as his own. 'OK.'

'OK what? I can ravish you here?'

'Let's finish putting the bike away, get the shopping and go back to the motel.'

He winked at her, hoped she couldn't hear his c.o.c.k complaining. 'Let's do that.'

Chapter Six.

Before Dakota even shut the door, Robyn dumped the thin plastic bags on the first bed and ran for the bathroom. She was beginning to feel like a teenager, always seeking rea.s.surance and refuge in the mirror. She filled the sink with tepid water and splashed it on to her dusty heat-fried cheeks.

Had those women in Wal-Mart recognized her? Would she wake up to find some sleazebag from one of the entertainment rags camped outside her door, gleefully exposing her riches-to-rags story?

She gripped the edge of the basin. Perhaps she was worrying too much. It wasn't as if she resembled her TV persona anymore. The TV Robyn Sparrow people tended to remember was a cute kid, not a 25-year-old has-been. Sometimes even she found it hard to believe that, along with her two sisters, she'd been famous, the youngest cast member in a popular family comedy show that went on for way too many years.

G.o.d, had Dakota worked out who she was? Was that why he'd come on to her and been so keen to get her out of the store? She drained the sink, scrubbed at her face and stormed back into the bedroom. Dakota lay stretched out on the bed, his bare feet crossed at the ankle, watching TV.

He smiled at her. 'Hey, do I get a fas.h.i.+on show?'

Robyn stopped. 'What?'

'A fas.h.i.+on show of you in all your new stuff, you know.' He winked. 'Especially the bra and panties part. I'd like to see that.'

'You are such a . . . sc.u.mbag.'

His smile faded. 'What the h.e.l.l have I done now?'

'I didn't say you'd done anything.'

He brought his feet down to the floor with a decisive thump. 'You didn't have to.' He placed his hands flat on his knees. 'Is this because you've changed your mind again?'

'No, it's because of your behavior in Wal-Mart.'

'Because I got you out of there quick? You didn't seem to mind at the time.' He sighed. 'Look, I had a good reason. There's something I should tell you.'

Robyn took a step back until she was against the door frame. Here it came, his sudden reasons for 'wanting' her.

'There are some crazy fans out there who stalk me.'

She struggled to stop her jaw from hitting the floor. 'Stalk you?'

He looked embarra.s.sed. 'Some of them are rodeo fans. Ever since they started televising the big events we've had an increase in the crazies. And the rest . . . Well, I appear in some cowboy-boot ads and . . .'

'You're in ads?'

'Don't sound so surprised. I only do it as a favor for my half-brother Jay who makes the boots. It's no big deal.' He studied his fingernails, his shoulders tense.

Robyn frowned. 'So that's how you afford the motorcycle.'

He half smiled up at her. 'That was a gift, but I do earn enough to buy it for myself.'

Robyn's lips twitched. 'Oh my G.o.d, that's so funny. I thought you . . .' She let the rest of the sentence trail away, aware of his shrewd gaze on her.

'You thought what?'

'Nothing really.' She clapped her hands. 'You wanted a fas.h.i.+on show, right?'

He kept staring and she held his gaze. No way was she going to tell him anything until she'd digested the fact that her cowboy was a bit of a reluctant star. At the height of her fame, she'd craved media attention, needed it to get through each day. It was only later, when her problems began, that she wished she could find a way to stop the tidal wave of interest she'd helped to create.

'New bra and panties coming right up!'

She reached for one of the bags next to him. He caught her wrist and brought it to his mouth. His teeth grazed the soft underskin and she s.h.i.+vered.

'I'm not buying the innocent act, but I'm way too interested in the panties to argue with you right now.'

'OK.' She swallowed hard and retreated to the other side of the bed. 'Close your eyes, then.'

She dove into the nearest bag and pulled out a pink and black fake lace bra and panties set. Turning her back, she s.h.i.+mmied out of her old clothes and into the new ones.

'OK, you can look now.'

'h.e.l.l, lady, I was looking all the time.'

She turned around and gasped as Dakota slid his arms around her hips and rubbed his unshaven cheek against her stomach. He licked the indentation of her navel and the small silver ring inserted through it.

'I like it.'

She glanced down at the top of his head. 'You can't see it, you're way too close.'

'Nope, I'm good.' His tongue slid lower until he licked the edge of her panties. 'How about you let me help you relax? It's been a long day.'

His big hand squeezed her a.s.s cheek in time to the sweep of his tongue.

'I haven't showered.'

'Neither have I,' he murmured as his teeth tugged at the elastic, drawing it lower with every subtle movement.

Robyn grabbed his thick brown hair until he went still. 'I thought we were going slow.'

He chuckled, and the sound vibrated against her skin. 'This is slow. I'm going to take care of you and then we're going to have some dinner. Think of this as a kind of hors d'oeuvre, a little taste to whet your appet.i.te.'

'When did you learn to speak French?' She gasped. Her knees felt strangely weak as she relaxed her grip on his hair and his sinfully warm mouth worked its magic against her flesh.

'That's it, honey, let me do all the work.'

His other hand slid around to cup both her a.s.s cheeks and hold her steady. She jumped as the tip of his tongue ran down the seam of her panties until it reached the swell of her c.l.i.t. He began to suck and lick her through the thin lace of the panties.

She braced one hand on his shoulder, wished she'd thought to ask him to take his s.h.i.+rt off before his wicked tongue rendered her speechless. He nudged at her c.l.i.t and she widened her stance, letting him probe more deeply. The wet sound of his tongue mingled with her jagged breathing.

His right hand slid up the inside of her thigh and she felt his finger lift the narrow strip of lace and slide underneath.

'Nice and wet, honey, I knew you would be.'

She reacted to the s.e.xual satisfaction in his voice by getting even wetter. His finger slid inside and worked her to the rhythm of his mouth. She was trapped between his mouth and his hands, not that she wanted to get away, not that she wanted him to stop.

'Open a little more for me, baby. Let me inside.'

He slipped another finger in alongside the first and she fought a moan. G.o.d, it felt so good, she wasn't sure if she could stand up for much longer.

'That's it, enjoy it, tell me how it feels.'

'G.o.d . . .' she managed to gasp, coherence not being high on her list, her attention fixed on her rapidly approaching climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her hips moved to the pace set by his mouth and fingers. The only thing holding her up was his left hand splayed across her a.s.s.

'I want to taste it all, Robyn.' He shoved her panties down and helped her step out of them. 'Come here.' He lowered her on to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide with the breadth of his shoulders. His mouth returned to her s.e.x, his tongue circling the press of his embedded fingers before returning to her c.l.i.t.

She moved with him now, all thoughts except the need to climax driven from her head by the demands of his mouth. He sucked her c.l.i.t hard. Three fingers, then four and she was coming, her o.r.g.a.s.m crashed over her, making her, scream his name.

He continued to lick at her as she came back down to reality, his tongue lapping at her juices. She s.h.i.+fted her hips, lifted them into him, silently begging for more. Would he oblige or would she have to get herself off later like she usually did? He groaned, the sound deep with approval.

'You want more? You got more for me there?'

Robyn went still. She couldn't ask, couldn't bear it if he laughed at her like Damien had. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. She bit down hard on her lip as he studied her.

'Honey, I don't know why you're stalling here, but I'm a man who likes a woman who comes a lot.' He widened his still embedded fingers and she shuddered. 'Don't stop on my account, I'll take as many as you can give me.'

He bent his head again and started to pump his fingers back and forth, his tongue now roving all over her p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t. She walked her feet up the sides of his muscled body as she sought the ultimate bliss of a deep hard o.r.g.a.s.m. With a strangled cry she came again, but this time he didn't stop, he just kept on wringing another and then another climax out of her.

When she eventually stopped pulsing and started whimpering instead, his face was buried against her thigh, his teeth set into her skin. She tried to laugh.

'I think I'm done now.'

'I think you broke my fingers.' He slowly peeled himself away from her, his lips swollen with her juices. He winked and flexed his hand. 'In a good way, I mean.'

She struggled to sit up. 'G.o.d, I'm sorry, that was so selfish of me.'

'Are you crazy? That was so good I almost came in my jeans.'

She glanced down at his groin, saw a wet spot on the denim and the bulge of the still thick column of his shaft.

'Would you like me to, um, reciprocate?'

His slow smile returned, the one that shouted s.e.x. 'Oh no, honey, that was all for you. We're taking it slow, remember?'

'But what are you going to do about that?' She pointed at his obvious erection.

He shrugged as he stood up and then winced. 'I'm a big boy; I can handle it.'

'I'd like to see that.'

'You would?' His smile widened.

Why the h.e.l.l had she said that? Robyn shrugged and kept her attention on his bare feet.

'OK then, stay there,' he said.

The mattress s.h.i.+fted as he crawled to the top of the bed to face her. With a grimace, he carefully unzipped his jeans. The wet crown of his c.o.c.k poked out through his tight white boxers. With one swift motion, he shoved his jeans and underwear down past his hips.

Robyn simply stared at him. In the evening light his c.o.c.k looked much bigger than it had in the darkness. Pre-come already slid down his shaft from the swollen purple head. Dakota wrapped one hand around the base and slowly caressed his whole shaft.

'Honey, while I do this, I'm going to imagine I'm sliding into you. Do you want to think about that?'

She nodded, her attention fixed on the slow glide of his hand as he pleasured himself. He palmed his b.a.l.l.s with his other hand and groaned.

'I'm gonna come real fast feeling you climax around my fingers and mouth turned me on real bad.'

His hand moved faster and he dug his heels into the bed as his hips jerked upward. 'When I do get inside you, I'll make sure I last a long time so you can come as much as you like.'

'That would be good.'

'That would be f.u.c.king fantastic.'

Robyn crept closer, her gaze now on his face. His eyes were narrow slits and his head was thrown back, neck muscles cording as his come pumped through his still moving fingers. She inhaled the scent of sweat and satisfied male before reaching across him to find the tissues. She dumped the box on his chest, making him flinch.

'Time to clean up.'

'Aren't you going to do it for me, honey?'

She eyed his now flaccid c.o.c.k. 'What's up, did you lose the use of your hands?'

He winked at her. 'I wasn't thinking of hands, I was thinking more of you using your tongue on me like you did last time.'

Robyn felt her cheeks heat. G.o.d, had she really done that? She grabbed a tissue from the box and dabbed at the stickiness.