Free Rodeo: A Bad Boy Romance (FMX Bros Book 2) by Tess Oliver Page B

corridor behind the stage to a place in the heavy curtains where it was possible to look through a slim parting in the fabric and not be seen by the audience. I peered through, but the spotlights on the stage made it nearly impossible to see any faces clearly. I hadn’t seen Chambers. It was entirely possible he’d sent one of his men to hunt me down and leave the note. One thing was for sure, if he knew where I worked, then he knew where I lived.
    I headed back toward the hallway and to the emergency exit. I was terrified of coming face to face with Chambers or anyone who worked for him. I had a few thousand dollars ready to hand over, but I doubted that would be enough. I was in deep trouble, and I saw no way out.

Chapter 12
    Rodeo
    It was past midnight, and my alarm would jerk me awake at six. But Sayler was worth every minute of lost sleep. Denver and Cole had already crashed for the night, and the house was dark and quiet as we crept down the hallway to my room. The second I shut the door, I pulled her into my arms. The entire drive home I could sense that something wasn’t right, but she’d insisted everything was fine.
    As my arms circled around her, she snuggled closer and pressed her face against my chest, almost as if she was trying to assure herself she was safe.
    “You sure you’re all right?” I asked.
    She nodded without lifting her face from me. “Just tired. It was a long night, and I’m just glad to be here with you. It’s the only time I don’t feel completely alone.”
    It was obvious she was hiding something, but I decided not to dig. Every time I did, I managed to say exactly the wrong thing.
    A shiver went through her. “It’s cold. I say we strip down and climb under those blankets. I need your body warmth and that stuff you promised.” Her thigh pressed against my already throbbing erection.
    “I’m all about warmth and getting under the covers.”
    She slid off her sweatshirt, and I lifted off her shirt. The usual sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes had faded away. The sadness in her face made my throat tighten. She hardly looked at me as we both stripped down naked. She climbed onto my bed and burrowed down under the covers so that only those amazing eyes peered out over the edge of the comforter.
    I climbed in next to her, and my arm slid across her stomach. I held her and stared at the side of her face as she gazed out into the shadowy room.
    “It’s so quiet,” she said. “I’m not completely sure I can sleep without the annoying buzz of the little refrigerator next to my head.”
    “I could try and mimic the sound for you.”
    She turned and faced me. It seemed that some of whatever was bothering her had vanished under the warmth of the blankets. “The sound of your heartbeat and your breathing next to me is all I need.”
    Her hand reached across and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. She pressed her mouth against my chest and ran a trail of hot kisses over my skin, taking extra care to run the tip of her tongue along the outlines of my chest tattoos. “Have I mentioned how damn hot all this ink makes me?” Her warm breath floated over me as she spoke.
    My pulse raced as she drew her mouth down along my abdomen. “I need to get some more then.” I reached down and combed my fingers through her hair. A deep breath caught in my chest as her tongue ran along the line of hair leading down to my cock.
    Her fingers curled around the base of my erection as she lifted her head and pressed her hot lips against the tip. Slowly, her mouth opened, and she inched her way down my shaft, teasing me with her tongue and teeth as she swallowed more of me. Her free hand cupped my balls as she moved the other hand up and down, milking me while she coaxed more moisture from the tip.
    Then her mouth slid off of my cock. She climbed forward and straddled me. She licked her bottom lip with satisfaction as she slid down over me, her pussy swallowing my cock just as her mouth had