Free Rodeo Romance (Contemporary Western Romance Short) by Teresa Gabelman Page B

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    “Let go, Trisha. Don’t hold back from me.” Jake set her hips back on the ground placing his hands on each side of her head. Bending low, he sucked one nipple before moving to the next.
    Trisha moaned at the sensation, wrapping her legs around his waist. He raised his head to stare down at her. Slowly, she reached up, touching his cheek softly. “Thank you,” she whispered, not really knowing what she was thanking him for exactly.
    Growling Jake began to pound into her. “You’re welcome.” He gritted as if he knew exactly why she was thanking him. Then his words proved he knew exactly. “That son of a bitch will be wiped from your memory before I’m done.”
    His words set something off inside her. Grabbing his shoulders, she gripped hard, meeting him thrust for thrust. And he was right. The only man in her thoughts was the one holding her in his arms.
    ******
    Time seemed to fly by after their night at the pond. During the day, they worked together when Jake didn’t have rodeo business to attend to, and at night, they spent every second together. That night was the rodeo, and the following day, she and Cindy were to head home. A deep sadness hit the pit of her stomach making her feel sick. She didn’t know if it would end or if he wanted to see her again. A long distance relationship wasn’t ideal, at least for Jake. She could probably do it because, yeah, she was in that deep. She didn’t plan on her feelings, but they were there, raw and real. She loved him to the point she questioned if she had ever even loved Doug. Shaking her head at that thought, she knew she hadn’t loved Doug at all.
    “Looks like I picked the wrong one,” Sam chuckled, walking up behind her.
    Trisha cringed at his voice. Cindy had told her exactly what happened the night of their date and she was proud of her friend. All Sam wanted to do was have sex with her. Once she realized and refused, he’d paid for dinner and abandoned her in town. Cindy had called the ranch looking for me to collect her, but instead, Tim picked her up. Ever since then, those two had been inseparable.
    Ignoring Sam, Trisha hurried her steps heading to the cabin, but he reached out and grabbed her arm.
    “I’m talking to you,” he spat then glared at her when she yanked her arm away.
    “Go away, Sam.” Trisha turned to walk away, but his next words stopped her.
    “You think you’re special to Jake McCabe?” He laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever said. “He hooks up with every hot piece-of-ass who comes here. Hell, it’s what we all do. In the bunkhouse, we have bets on who will hook up with who. I almost had your friend, but Tim seems to have won that one. Hell, Jake will probably have another picked out before you’re even gone.”
    Her head and heart battled out the truth of his words. She had been duped by Doug so many times. “Why are you telling me this?” She kept her voice bored, as if she couldn’t care less. There was no way in hell she would show this asshole how much his words hurt her.
    Sam looked around, a grin spreading across his face. “If you fuck me like you’ve been fucking my boss up until you leave, then I win the pot. I’ll even split it with you.”
    His words were like a punch to the stomach. “You’re disgusting,” she hissed, heading quickly to the cabin. He was right on her heels. She didn’t believe a word he was saying until his next words.
    “I saw you at the pond.” Sam’s voice stopped her cold. He laughed. “Told you that no one knew about the place, didn’t he? That you were the first he’d ever brought down there and you believed him.”
    “You’re a liar.” Her voice was low, but inside, she screamed. Fooled again.
    “That’s what they all say.” Sam chuckled. “No, honey, I’m broke and need the money, plus I wouldn’t mind getting what you’ve been giving my boss.”
    Trisha slammed the door on his laughter. Not usually a hothead, Trisha thought things