Rodeo Page 9

  I rammed my head back into the guy again, getting his nose which I heard crack. He grabbed my collar, pulling me back but this time I turned around and head butted him. I’d had enough. Our foreheads clanked and I felt the zing right in my brain, a cracking sound. He stumbled and then fell back.

  I whipped around and ran after the two guys who had Jordan in their grip. I pulled my gun out of my belt and pointed it at them.

  “Stop the Fuck! I’ll fucking shoot! Stop!” I growled, chasing them down the street. Jordan was thankfully slowing them down. She hadn’t given up kicking and screaming, she was putting up a bloody good fight.

  One of the guys let her go and pulled out his own gun. The other stood behind him, with his arms still tightly wound around Jordan.

  “What are you going to do, buddy?” the man pointing the gun at me hissed. They were several feet away from me, I was panting and trying to keep my hand steady. The street was quiet. Abnormally quiet. If there were people in houses who’d heard us, they were too afraid to peep and look out.

  “Don’t take a fucking step!” the guy growled and I clenched my jaws. I could feel the sweat dripping down from my forehead and into my eyes. My lip was split open and bleeding. Jordan was still screaming and trying to break free.

  “You shoot me and he shoots her,” the guy said, and the other one who was holding Jordan, pulled his gun out and pressed it to her forehead. Jordan was wincing, she had her eyes closed and I could see that she was muttering something under her breath. All I wanted to fucking do was bring her to safety.

  “Let her go and we can sort this out amongst ourselves,” I said, taking one step ahead.

  “Not another move, hero,” the guy growled and I stopped in my tracks. Jordan let out another high-pitched cry. I could feel every muscle in my arm twitching. I had endured too many punches to keep holding the gun straight.

  “Let her go. She’s going to keep her mouth shut. She hasn’t told anybody anything,” I barked.

  “She told you, didn’t she? And all you had to do was get her panties in a tangle,” the man said, and then he made the mistake of looking to his side to pass a slithering smile towards Jordan.

  I pulled the trigger, shooting him in his thigh and he collapsed to the ground, giving me a clear shot of the other guy. In the blink of an eye, I had shot him too, getting him on the side of his stomach.

  “Run!” I yelled as his grip on Jordan’s arms weakened a little. She did as she was told. She was running away from the two men, right down the middle of the road. She was running in the direction of her apartment and I chased after her.

  There were two more shots fired as I ran, missing me by inches. The guys on the ground were still trying to shoot us. I could hear Jordan crying, and her shoes squeaking on the concrete road as she kept running ahead of me. I was close behind her.

  “Keep running, Jordan, keep going!” I yelled and she didn’t stop.

  “Where should we go? They’re going to come to my place!” she screamed, turning her head to look at me. A streetlight illuminated her face for a few moments as she passed underneath it. I saw the fear in her bloodshot eyes, I would have given anything to keep her safe. I would have taken a bullet for her in that moment if it would have kept her safe.

  “They won’t. They won’t do that at the same place they killed Fred. The cops are all over that crime scene,” I said, as I caught up with her.

  We had reached her apartment building now and we both slowed down. Jordan was panting, and she rushed up the steps and opened the door of the building.

  “Are you saying that my apartment is the safest place for me right now?” she asked and I nodded my head as I followed her up the steps.

  “They won’t want to attract any more attention to this crime scene. That is why they haven’t come to your apartment yet,” I told her.

  Jordan fumbled in her pocket for keys and then pushed open the door. We both tumbled into her apartment and I locked the door behind me.

  She was standing in front of me with heaving shoulders now, trying to catch her breath. Despite the messy hair, the running mascara and the tear stained cheeks; no other woman had ever looked as beautiful before.

  ***

  Jordan was crouched down in front of me, while I remained submerged in the water of her bathtub.

  It was warm and soothing and strange. Nobody had commanded me to take a bath before, not even my mom, not even as a kid. This was new to me, and the fact that there was a woman who was taking care of my aches and wounds was a strange feeling.

  Why did it have to feel so good at the same time?

  “I really don’t need this, I’m fine,” I argued with her again but every time I tried to stand up in the tub, Jordan kept pushing me back into the water.

  “You do! You have bruises all over your body, you just need to relax a little,” she insisted. She was still in the uniform from the diner and there was a tear on the side of her skirt from the struggle earlier. I tried not to look at it because it kept reminding me of how close I had come to losing her, and how that had made me feel.

  She had a sponge in her hand, which she kept soaking in the water and then rubbing gently over me. The part that she said about the bruises was true—I did have them all over my body, but I didn’t need a bath!

  I was still fighting the urge to admit that this was actually relaxing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been in a bath like this. Jordan had sprinkled in some floral smelling salts which made the water bubble and get foamy. I couldn’t believe that I was actually enjoying this!

  I looked over at Jordan as she bent over me, running the sponge over my chest. The sponge hovered over the spot on the side of my abs that had turned to a purplish-red color.

  I reached for a bunch of her rich dark hair that had fallen over her face, and I brushed it away with my fingers. She fluttered her eyelids and looked at me, her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed red.

  “You need to be taken care of too,” I said, and my thumb stroked her chin. Jordan shook her head and shied her eyes away from me.

  “I’m fine. I’m not bruised or hurting anywhere,” she said and then stopped moving the sponge. She stepped away from me and sat down with folded knees on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

  I straightened myself up, making some of the water splash out of the tub. I could see that her eyes were watering now. She had put on a brave face, she hadn’t cried or complained since we returned to the apartment.

  “Jordan?” I said her name softly. She looked down at her lap, keeping her eyes averted from me.

  “It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she said and dabbed at her eyes with her fingers.

  I tried to get out of the tub again and she looked up at me with a jerk.

  “Don’t get out, keep sitting!” she commanded and I did as I was told. I was willing to do anything to make her feel better.

  “Talk to me, Jordan,” I said to her instead, and she took in a deep breath before meeting my eyes again.

  “It’s all suddenly very real. I thought I was going to be fine, that it was all in my head. I had even convinced myself somehow that maybe, just maybe, the shooter hadn’t seen me at the window. But tonight, there were armed men dragging me into a car. They were going to shoot me. They would have killed me if you weren’t there!” she said and burst into tears.

  I couldn’t just keep sitting there in the tub anymore. I pulled myself out of the water and settled down on the floor beside her.

  I reached for her face, cradling her cheeks in both my hands.

  “But I was, and you’re fine. Now I know their faces. I’ve located the shooter too. I’m going to get to them before they can get to you. Do you hear me?” I said.

  Jordan wiped her cheeks with her hands again and then nodded her head. Her eyes were still bloodshot, and her eyelashes were damp from her tears. I was sitting naked in front of her, drenched in foamy water.

  “I want to give you a hug but you’ll get wet,” I sai
d.

  Jordan looked up at me and laughed, and I laughed along with her.

  Then she threw her arms around my neck and I pulled her close. I felt warm hugging her, it felt good to have her in my arms. She looked into my eyes again and I could see that she was feeling a little better.

  “I thought you weren’t coming back. I thought I’d scared you off today when I offered to make you breakfast,” she said and I stroked her hair. I wasn’t sure of what to say. This was still too fast for me, and it was ridiculous that it felt so right. Jordan was on my lap, her warm body was rubbing against my cock and I could feel those familiar desires for her rushing in my veins again.

  “I had things to do. I had to go find the shooter,” I said and Jordan arched an eyebrow at me.

  “So I didn’t spook you?” she asked and I grinned at her.

  “Maybe a little,” I admitted and we both broke into laughter again.

  Jordan nodded her head and slowly detangled herself from me before standing up.

  “Maybe I should get something for your lip, some bandages for your bruises?” she asked and I stared up at her. I wanted her. Why was it this hard to resist her?

  I reached for her hand and pulled her down on my lap again.

  “Just stay here. Don’t fucking move,” I murmured, and I placed my hands on the sides of her face. I would have exploded if I didn’t kiss her again.

  Chapter 14

  Jordan

  Rodeo kissed me softly and I closed my eyes. I opened my mouth wide to allow him to slide his tongue in between my lips. His fingers weaved into my hair, bunching them, holding me tightly and I pressed myself into his body.

  He was warm and damp, and my breasts pressed against his hard chest. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs already. As Rodeo’s tongue slid in and out of my mouth, I realized that I had never felt this safe before. Just being in his arms was enough to soothe my soul.

  I angled my face, as his mouth sought out my tongue. His rough beard was scratching the skin around my mouth, tingling my lips—I liked how that felt.

  “You’re so soft,” he growled, when we parted for breath. I couldn’t help but smile. A few hours ago, I thought I had nobody. I thought that I wouldn’t see Rodeo ever again, that I had scared him away. But he had showed up at the diner just when I needed him, he’d rescued me from men who were going to kidnap me—in all probability kill me too. I felt grateful, and my hand travelled down from his chest to the throbbing cock hanging between his legs.

  Rodeo clenched his jaws when my hand met his cock. His blue eyes were on fire, looking deep into mine. I stroked his cock, my hand sliding up and down his length in slow motions. His hands started sliding down from my hair too, down my back and to my waist. He was assessing the shape of my thighs, my legs—then he was rolling up my skirt, bunching it up around my waist.

  When his hands touched the insides of my thighs, I shuddered. I started stroking him harder, making his cock throb and grow bigger in my hand.

  “Rodeo…” I murmured his name, as his fingers teased the folds of my pussy through the fabric of my panties.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled, and his eyes narrowed and became darker. I gulped and licked my lips. I didn’t know where to begin!

  “I…I…” I was fumbling with the words, while my hands continued to stroke his cock.

  We were sitting on the bathroom floor, facing each other; our legs were tangled up together and our breathing was heavy.

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, in a harsher more commanding voice. I was quivering for him, I was stroking him harder as we stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I want you to spank me,” I blurted. I had never said those words to anybody before. I didn’t even know that I wanted to be spanked, that I had ever harbored those thoughts.

  A smile was spreading on Rodeo’s face, he was pleased with my response.

  Grabbing me by my waist, he pulled me up on his lap. He was positioning me in a way so that my breasts were pressed down on his thighs and my legs were stretched out. My butt arched upwards towards him and I could feel electric shocks running up and down my spine.

  He had already pulled my skirt up to my hips, exposing my butt to him. Now he stroked my butt cheeks with his large warm hands.

  “Sweet Jordan wants to be spanked?” he said, in a deep guttural growl. My breath was caught in my throat as I waited for that moment.

  His hand clapped down on my butt and I gasped. He was gentle with me at first and my whole body shook. He stroked that spot where he’d spanked me, and then he slapped it again. This time it was harder.

  I was thrust forward from the force, and I could feel the sting on my skin. I moaned loudly, as the throbbing in my pussy became stronger. He stroked my butt again, and then with his fingers hooked on the thin lace of my panties, he pulled it roughly down my legs.

  With one hand, he gently stroked my head and with the other, he spanked my other butt cheek, even harder now. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, and I didn’t even know that I would enjoy it so much. That it would set my whole body on fire.

  I could feel my clit throbbing and swelling up. I wanted to reach down and stroke it. I was desperate to make myself come, but Rodeo was spanking me again. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it with his large hand. Then he slapped it again. I could feel my butt jiggling and quivering from the force of his spanking. There was a tightness in my belly and I started rolling my hips, stroking his cock with my stomach.

  Rodeo groaned and then he bunched up my hair and gently pulled me up again. He was looking deep into my eyes, his face was dark and his lips were firmly set in a thin line.

  “You liked that?” he asked, and together we stood up off the floor. He was holding me by my hair and I looked into his eyes defiantly. I wanted his cock to thrust into me hard. My whole body was poised to be fucked, and to be fucked roughly.

  Rodeo was pushing me back towards the wall, and I followed his lead. Our eyes were locked, my mouth was hanging open with desire.

  “You had your way, now I’m going to have mine,” he growled and grabbing my hips, he flipped me around. I gasped as I fell towards the wall. He was pinning me to it with his body, and my cheek was pressed against it. I could feel his cock digging into my back, his hands on my hips and my thighs.

  “You are so fucking irresistible, Jordan,” he whispered in my ear.

  ***

  Rodeo was sucking on my earlobe, as he started undressing me. I could feel his solid chest pressed against my back. I moved my body, with my eyes closed and my breathing heavy. Everywhere his hand touched my skin, he was leaving a trail of goosebumps. I liked the way his beard tickled my ear roughly.

  Now we were both naked. I was pinned to the wall and he had his body pressed to my back.

  His hands found my butt again, and he squeezed before his fingers trailed down the crack towards my pussy. Slowly, he stroked my folds from behind and I gasped and moaned. His forefinger was sliding in, rubbing my folds and slipping deep into my pussy.

  “Rodeo, oh my God!” I squealed, as his middle finger joined in. He was kissing my shoulder gently, nibbling on my earlobe and his fingers started sliding in and out of my pussy repeatedly. I couldn’t control the rising explosion in my body. He was going to make me come just like this!

  Then, as suddenly as he had pushed me against the wall, he started positioning me differently. He pulled me back and then bent me forward, so I had no choice but to reach out and place my palms on the wall.

  My breasts were hanging down, swinging, and my nipples ached for his mouth. But Rodeo was concentrating on having me the way he wanted. His fingers slipped out from my pussy and now I could feel the throbbing heat of his cock.

  With one hand, he was gripping my waist and with the other, he held his cock and slapped it down on my butt. I gasped again, just before he thrust his cock into me.

  I moaned and my body was pushed forward but he was holding m
y waist tightly, stopping my head from knocking against the wall. I could feel his cock sliding in, his whole length rubbing against the folds of my pussy as he dove deeper and deeper into me.

  “Please, Rodeo, please don’t stop,” I groaned, and he started thrusting harder. I could hear him grunting too, with every deep push he made inside me, I knew I was falling quickly over the edge.

  His cock was big inside me, my pussy was tight around it and the friction was driving me mad. Our bodies slammed into each other’s as he got rougher. I moaned with every thrust, the tip of his cock was stroking that secret spot inside my pussy which was going to set my orgasm in motion.

  Rodeo groaned and kept me in place as he plowed into me. In and out, hard. I had my eyes closed, I was moaning loudly as my body swelled and rose towards an orgasm.

  “I’m going to come!” I shrieked, just as I exploded.

  Rodeo was riding me hard, my body shook and the knots in my belly loosened. I could feel my juices spilling out of me, he was coming too. I heard him grunt and his grip on my waist became tighter. He was shooting his seed into me, and I couldn’t believe that we were coming together.

  I was out of breath, I could feel myself filled with his hot cum. As my orgasm begun to relieve, I felt the trickle of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs. I was still moaning, his cock was still buried deep inside me.

  He gave my butt a tight loud slap, before he pulled himself out of me.

  “Fuck!” he growled and staggered back.

  I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My face was pressed up against it, my whole body was heaving. Even though Rodeo had pulled himself out of me, I could still feel the length of his cock inside my pussy.

  “Hey,” I heard him say and then he placed a hand on my shoulder.

  “You okay?” he asked and I turned to face him. My breasts were heaving, and he looked at them and smiled. I gulped. This wasn’t just any kind of ordinary sex with a guy I found sexy. I had felt something deep inside me, I always felt it every time I was with Rodeo.