Free Leather and Lust by McKenna Chase Page B

legs together, trying to ignore the dull ache pulsing between her thighs. The sexual hunger from her dreams had followed her into her wakefulness.
     
    Unable to ignore the silent pleading of her body for release, she rolled back onto her back and brought her hands up to cup her bare breasts. Her fingers caressed and plucked at her taut nipples. But it wasn’t enough.
     
    Wetting her fingertips with her mouth, she closed her eyes and returned them to the tightened buds at the tip of her breasts, imagining her fantasy lover’s mouth drawing on them instead.
     
    Moisture seeped into her panties, making her squirm with an even stronger, more restless need for what she’d denied herself for too long.
     
    Her hands eased down her flattened stomach to the waistband of her cotton boyshorts, shoving them down her legs. Then parting her thighs, she dipped a forefinger between the desire-dampened folds of her pussy.
     
    A soft moan slid from her lips as she pleasured herself in long, slow strokes, her hips lifting with every torturous caress. She’d never been so horny, so ready to come by her own hand. But tonight was different. Tonight she was preparing to become the sexual huntress.
     
    Dude ranch or not, when she arrived in Wyoming the next afternoon she was going to find herself a man, just like the man in her dreams, who could give her the pleasure she ached for...deserved.
     
    Knees drawn up, she stroked faster, her heels digging into the bed sheet beneath her. She needed a man. Needed to be fucked by more than her own finger. Hard.
     
    With one final thrust of her finger, she cried out, every inch of her quaking and shuddering as the self-induced orgasm moved through her.
     
    Pulse still racing, she sank like a rag doll into the mattress. She looked like the wanton of her dreams, legs still parted, thighs still trembling. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, her body still ached for more. Ached to have a man’s cock, long and hard, driving into her again. Tomorrow couldn’t come too soon.
     
    After shimmying her panties back up into place, she turned toward the window and lay staring at the slivers of moonlight coming in through the partially open blinds.
     
    She needed something she had sworn never to want again after her last relationship – a man’s touch. Only this time around she knew better than to let her heart get in the way. All she wanted was physically satisfying, completely emotionless sex. Nothing more.
    * * *
    Jillian pushed open the driver’s side door of her rental car with a frustrated groan and stepped out onto the edge of the road where she had pulled over when it had started sputtering.
     
    The only thing that kept her from giving the ‘hunk of junk’ she’d rented at the airport a good swift kick in the door panel was the pair of open-toe designer heels she’d chosen to wear for her trip that morning. Her favorites.
     
    Turning away, she leaned back against the car with a groan. Breaking down meant time wasted. Time she needed to find the perfect man. On this trip that meant a cowboy. One who could pull her out of the sexual lull she’d fallen into.
     
    She glanced down at the cell phone clutched in her hand, wishing she could call her friends and take her frustration out on them. This was all their fault. If they hadn’t of backed out of the trip at the last minute, telling her she needed to do this on her own, she wouldn’t be standing there all alone in the middle of ‘cow country’ with no cell phone service, no idea of where she was, and no hope for sexual release anytime soon.
     
    And she needed release. Needed to feel the heat of desire sweeping through her again. Needed hot, mindless sex - no strings attached.
     
    Seeing as how her vacation was starting off, she wondered if she should have cancelled her reservation right along with her friends. But she hadn’t. How could she after her friends dared her to experience a wild fling with a cowboy. Dared her to prove she