Текст книги "Sweet Ride"
Автор книги: Cathryn Fox
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He’ll unlock her wildest fantasies...
Private investigator Curtis Jagger has always had a thing for Alix Harris. She was the darling of their high school—gorgeous, popular, class president...and, he suspects, just as naughty as she is nice. Now Jag has the opportunity to show her what she’s missing. To show her that sometimes being bad can be sexy as hell...
Alix has always done what she’s supposed to, and it’s gotten her exactly nowhere. Determined to please herself—in every way possible—she accepts Jag’s mysterious invitation to his ranch. In front of Jag’s camera lens, Alix finds freedom far beyond her expectations. A freedom where she takes the reins and rides out every wicked desire.
But in one week, Alix will have to return to her real world where politics reign. A world that can’t include Jagger, or she’ll lose everything.
Table of Contents
Dedicaiton
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 by Cathryn Fox All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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ISBN 978-1-63375-397-6
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition November 2015
To Danita, PA extraordinaire. I’d be lost without you.
Chapter One
Alix Harris walked the length of the barn, yelping when a blade of straw cut into the soft flesh between her sandaled toes. Rivulets of perspiration trickled down her cleavage in the stifling heat, plastering the bodice of her dress to her skin. God, she was so not in the mood for this today. She plucked at the expensive fabric, the slight stirring of air doing little to cool her overheated flesh or lighten her mood.
Hot, sweaty, and hardly dressed for a working dude ranch, she haphazardly tucked a long strand of hair back into her once-perfectly-coiffed ponytail. She shook her head, her thoughts rewinding back to a week ago, to when she’d received a hand-delivered invitation promising her a week of R&R at a ranch in cowboy country. She’d had no intention of going until—well—she’d rather not think about the events that drove her to the airport and then to the other side of the country. The second she came face-to-face with the boy from her youth—the one who’d been a bit of a geek back in the day, but still managed to invade her private thoughts at night—she knew what this reunion was really all about.
Sex.
Honestly, what else could it be? She’d caught the hunger in his glance when she’d exited the plane, noticed the way his eyes darkened as they traveled the length of her body, gazing at her like she was a tall glass of water and he’d been in the prairie sun too long. She also noticed his sidekicks, Coop and Mac, who were standing on the tarmac waiting for Julia and Jess—girls she knew from years ago and who had received the same invitation as her—to disembark. What kind of guys tracked down women from their past to offer them a free vacation without wanting something in return? None. She was used to a world of tit for tat and could only assume Jag wanted the former.
She barely knew Curtis Jagger back in high school, and she was a little shocked to discover that he’d brought her here to live out some juvenile fantasy with her. In their teens, they’d traveled in different circles, and even though the president of the audiovisual club had grown into a gorgeous man with a banging body, it didn’t mean she was going to hang around and become his plaything for the next week. She was so done with men, and rocking the headboard a time or two—or ten—with Jag was the last thing she needed right now. No matter how sexy he looked in that damn Stetson, or how long it had been since she’d been touched.
Don’t even get me started on that.
What she needed to do was turn around, get on the next plane back home to Nova Scotia, and figure out what the hell she was going to do with her life.
Why would I want to do that? To run another political campaign for her fiancé? She snorted. What a way to put her hard-earned politics and international relations degree to use.
If only life came with a redo button. Even if it did, she doubted she could change hers, anyway. With a father who was mayor and a socialite mother who backed him unconditionally, she’d been groomed for the public life since the get-go.
Dammit, she was so tired of being a doormat, tired of doing what everyone else wanted her to do. She scuffed her Jimmy Choos on the barn floor as she paced. Maybe she should just say the hell with them all and stay here for a week and enjoy a few fantasies with the hot cowboy. What is that they say? An eye for an eye? Wouldn’t that put her fiancé in his place?
Ex-fiancé.
With her back to Jag, she continued to pace, and a laugh caught in her throat, even though there was nothing funny about any of this.
“Hey,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind. “You okay?”
Alix spun around, and when she found Jag watching her with rich, smoldering brown eyes, there was nothing she could do to stop her mind from traveling down an erotic path. One where limits were pushed, boundaries were crossed, and satisfaction was guaranteed. Her gaze traveled over his broad shoulders and wide chest, going lower to take in the jeans that hugged him to perfection. Her body stirred in a way it hadn’t in so very long. Maybe having a wild week with him was exactly what she needed to do.
Except that is so not like me.
Or maybe it is, and I’ve just stifled that side of myself for far too long.
“Alix,” Jag said again, taking a measured step toward her. “Relax. I promise you, everything is going to be okay.”
With his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his grin was sexy and laid-back, but his easygoing nature did nothing to relax her. She sucked in a quick breath and ignored the need taking up residency between her legs as her voice lodged somewhere in her throat.
He slanted his head, his dark eyes full of heat and humor as they moved over her face. “You really don’t remember me?”
“No,” she lied, not wanting to admit to anything or let him think she was going to play into his fantasy. She cleared her throat and tried for normal. “Should I?”
He took another step forward, and apprehension surged inside her as the clean, spicy smell of his skin drowned out the aromas inside the barn. She filled her lungs with his scent. If he smelled this good, how would he taste? Her mind raced, envisioning her tongue on his hard body, licking, teasing, and savoring the saltiness of his skin. Oh God… Her sex clenched, and she shifted uncomfortably. In an attempt to take the edge off, she squeezed her thighs together, cursing her body for its unwanted reactions. When her attempts proved futile, she starched her spine and worked to purify her thoughts before she became completely unhinged.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I used to sign the club’s audiovisual equipment out to you back in high school,” he explained. He watched her for a moment, like he was waiting for a lightbulb to go off inside her head. She folded her arms and stared at him, hoping to give him the impression that she had no idea what he was talking about. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’m not that guy anymore.” He paused and pressed his thumb into a muscular chest that her traitorous fingers suddenly itched to touch. “I’d really like for you to get to know the guy I am today, anyway.”
Too bad really, because the Jag from her youth was sweet and caring, always going out of his way to sign out expensive video club equipment to her when she needed it for one of her student council functions, or simply because she wanted to borrow it for her own personal use. But because he was from the wrong side of the tracks, and she had a reputation to uphold in society, her parents forbade her to associate with him, even though he was so much nicer than the privileged boys from her circle.
Tired of being yanked around by everyone in her life, she said, “No games, Jag. Tell me why you really invited me here.” She held his gaze and smoothed down the bodice of her designer dress that belonged nowhere near a ranch, but she’d raced to the airport so fast she had no time to go shopping for something more appropriate.
“We were sort of friends once and I was thinking about you a few weeks ago.” He gave a casual shrug. “I thought we could reconnect, get to know each other better.” His lips twitched, but there was something very honest and open in his eyes as he looked at her.
“How will we do that?” she asked bluntly.
He waved his arm toward the towering Rocky Mountains with all their riding trails. “Ride the trails, go rock climbing, swimming. Whatever you want,” he said.
She was no fool—or maybe she was. Either way this was about sex. And as tempting as his offer sounded, she couldn’t do this. She had obligations and responsibilities. As the mayor’s administrative assistant and daughter, she had duties to uphold at home and shouldn’t have run off without letting anyone know. She shook her head. Dammit, she never should have tucked tail and gotten on that plane.
“I need to go home.”
She stepped outside the barn and panned the huge estate. God, it really was beautiful, but she didn’t belong here. No more than he belonged at one of her political functions.
As the midday heat engulfed her, she folded her arms to shade her pale, unprotected skin. Wouldn’t Mother have a fit if she knew I was standing in the sun unprotected? She could almost hear the lecture now. Appearances are everything, Alix.
“When is the next plane?” she asked.
Instead of answering, Jag stepped up behind her, pulled off his Stetson, and settled it on her head. Shaded by the wide brim, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She was about to thank him, but the second their gazes collided she caught the heat and hunger in his eyes. Every reason she had for leaving suddenly seemed so insignificant.
He squinted against the sun, all traces of humor gone from his face. “Why did you come?”
Angry tears pricked her eyes as she thought about the events that led up to this moment. She turned, offering Jag her back. She didn’t want him to see her cry. Hell, the last thing she wanted to do was cry again. She pinched her eyes shut, but there was nothing she could do to expel the image of her fiancé kissing another woman.
There they were, arms around each other and lips locked in a way that left no mistake the two were lovers—or that she was pregnant. Yeah, she saw the bump, the way his hand rested on it in a protective manner. Tucked under a towering tree, in a secluded area of the park, they hadn’t seen her taking pictures at first. Alix had been snapping photos of the sunset, enjoying nature at its best, until she spotted them. Her chest tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs. She’d never felt so betrayed, so used. If it weren’t for her and her father’s connections, Nelson wouldn’t even be a member of the legislature.
Her hand went to her stomach. She’d been nothing but the dutiful fiancée and had given him everything she could. The one thing she couldn’t provide, he went ahead and found with another woman. It was just last week they’d talked about the venue for their wedding. Did he really think he could have her and a mistress and child on the side? She wiped her face, swatting at the liquid on her cheek. The lying, cheating bastard didn’t deserve her tears.
When his glance met hers, she should have confronted him. She should have smashed her camera over his head. But she ran home and swore off men as she threw her clothes in a suitcase. And now here she was, halfway across the country. Her life was a total freaking mess as she faced a man who’d always been so damn sweet to her—one who already had her reconsidering her vow to avoid the opposite sex. But wouldn’t that just complicate her life more than it already was?
A strong palm landed gently on her shoulder and turned her around. “Why did you come?” he asked again, the tension between them palpable as he dipped his head to meet her gaze unflinchingly.
“I just…I was…” She exhaled slowly and looked at the ground. “Look, Jag, you asked the wrong girl for the wrong thing on the wrong day.”
A rough, calloused hand cupped her chin and lifted it until she was looking directly at him. “I didn’t ask you for anything.”
She drew a shaky breath and eyed him suspiciously. “You just said you wanted us to get to know each other better, so I assume that this”—she stopped to wag her hand back and forth between them—“this setup is about sex. Some juvenile fantasy you must have been harboring about me.” She shook her head, panning him from head to toe. “I mean, come on, look at you. Everything about you screams sex.” As soon as the words left her mouth she gulped and tried to get them back. “Wait. I mean…” Ugh.
He grinned, but it wasn’t conceited or egotistical. In fact, it was warm and tender, full of gentle understanding. She stared up at him. The Jag from her youth was no longer that awkward boy with a camera permanently strapped around his neck, nor did he wield his good looks and magnificent body like a weapon or think he was above reproach. He certainly wasn’t a man from her world. Which made him that much more appealing.
Her purse began buzzing. She unzipped it and pulled out her phone. Caller ID revealed it was her mother. She squeezed the phone until her knuckles turned white, and with eyes tired from all the tears she’d shed since catching Nelson, she stared at the screen.
“You don’t have to answer it,” Jag said quietly.
She grunted. If only he were right. But he just didn’t understand how things were done in her world, especially with her mother. Dutiful daughter that she was, she slid her finger across the screen and tried not to sound as shaky as she felt. “Hi, Mom.”
“Alixis, where are you?” she asked, her voice boarding on hysteria.
“I’m”—she paused and looked up to find Jag staring at her—“out of town. Visiting a friend.”
“A friend? Who? Where are you?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. She could only imagine what her mother would say if she knew she was here with Jag. Maybe she should tell her, and while she was at it, let her know she was thinking about having wild, crazy sex with him. Then again, she didn’t want to send her into cardiac arrest.
“No one you know,” she said.
“Nelson called and said you weren’t home or answering his calls. He was very worried about you.”
I just bet he’s worried. About his career, her father’s political pull—losing it all.
“I’m fine,” she lied, pretty sure she’d never be fine again. A beat of silence reigned, then she asked, “Did he say anything else?”
“What else would he say?”
“Nothing,” she said, feeling defeated. There was no point in saying anything. Her mother had stood in the shadows of her father’s affairs, and likely expected Alix to do the same.
“Then get yourself home right now,” she demanded, her voice so loud she had to pull the phone away from her ear. “You know Nelson has that very important fund-raising dinner and speech tomorrow tonight. How would it look if you weren’t by his side? And your father needs you in the office tomorrow. You have responsibilities. I don’t know who you think you are, or what’s gotten into you, but you can’t just take off whenever you feel like it.”
Her gut squeezed, the sense of duty that had been pounded into her since birth swimming to the surface. “I know. Okay—”
Jag moved closer, lightly cupped her elbow, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “What do you want?” he asked.
Her words fell off as she took in the concern in his eyes. Oh God, he’d heard. Embarrassment clutched her, but as he continued to stare at her, he tightened his grip. Like a match to tinder, the strength of his touch, and the power behind it, sparked something inside her and set off a chain of events that filled her with rebellion.
What did she want?
How come no one had ever asked her that before? She rubbed one temple, feeling like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and that she could collapse at a moment’s notice.
“Alix, I don’t know what you’re up to but it’s your duty…”
There was that word again. “Duty.” Except to her it wasn’t just a word, it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I have to go,” Alix said quietly, her calmness belying the storm going on inside her. Even though her mother was still lecturing, she powered down her phone. Much like an ostrich that shoves its head in the sand, she dropped her phone into her purse, zipped it shut, and ignored everyone and anything except this man staring at her. One who wanted to know what she wanted.
Jag rubbed her wrist with his thumb. “I want you to know, this week is about you. Anything you want, I can make happen. You’re the one calling the shots.”
She swallowed, hard. Her whole life she’d been a good girl, taught to behave in certain ways, inside the bedroom and out. But she was tired of that, goddammit, and maybe a week with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks was just what the good girl needed before facing her life back home. It wasn’t like there could be more between them, or she’d fall for him in the end. They were different people from different worlds.
Am I really considering this?
She took a step back, from Jag and the whole situation closing in around her. “Well, you should probably know that I’ve sworn off men,” she blurted out, still unsure about this whole setup. “In fact, I’m thinking about switching teams.”
His grin widened, his dark eyes smoldering with passion and laughter as he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. So you’re playing for the other team now. That doesn’t mean you can’t hang out here and relax, does it?”
No, it didn’t, and truthfully, she just couldn’t face going home right now. She’d give herself this week, and then go back to her duties as a political daughter and administrator. Nelson, however, that was a different story. God, she’d been so stupid.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, patience in his voice as his hands reached for hers. Every muscle in her body tightened. Would he be just as patient in the bedroom, taking his time to leisurely touch his woman’s body, slowly building her climax, carefully, methodically bringing her higher and higher until she tumbled into a powerful orgasm? “Come tomorrow, if you want to leave, I’ll make the arrangements.” He dipped his head, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “But if you change your mind and decide to stay, I promise to make it worth your while.”
Even though she’d already made the snap decision to stay, she clamped her mouth shut, wanting to hear what Jag had planned for her. “Worth my while?” How intriguing.
“Maybe I can rustle up a few cowgirls who can show you a good time.”
With his mouth inches from hers, Alix swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and knew he could see right through her lie. From the way her body reacted to his closeness, everyone within a fifty-mile radius could tell how much she’d rather play with a sexy cowboy. He shifted closer, and when he aligned his body with hers, a warm shiver tingled all the way to her toes.
“In the meantime,” he said, “why don’t we take the horses out, and I can show you around.” He gestured with a nod toward his camera case hanging on the hook inside the barn. “We can even take some pictures of the countryside, if you like.” Heat moved into his eyes as they traced her face. “Or whatever else you’d like to take pictures of.”
Alix’s pulse leaped in her throat. But she quickly calmed herself, her heart settling back to a steady rhythm. No way could Jag know that she did contract work for a photography studio, one that on the surface looked like any other business, but under the radar offered sensual photography to selective clientele.
He arched a questioning brow. “You still enjoy photography, don’t you?”
She bit back a moan and hoped like hell he couldn’t see her body’s reaction as she thought about the kind of photography she enjoyed. “Yes, but—”
“So what do you say then? Want to go for a ride with me?”
Ride? Need gathered in the pit of her stomach. What the heck was going on with her? She struggled to make sense of her reactions to him. How could she be thinking about sex with Jag after finding out her fiancé had cheated on her, and had a baby on the way?
Because you never loved him. Because you’re tired of being an obedient daughter and fiancée. Tired of always doing what everyone else expects of you, never calling the shots yourself.
But wasn’t this laid-back cowboy giving her the opportunity to do just that? If she did, would he judge her? Or would he push her and encourage her to be herself around him?
With the warm summer sun beating down on them, Jag looked over the beautiful but far too tense woman standing before him. Everything from the way the mayor’s daughter dressed to her rigid body language told him so much about her. She was cultured and elegant, yes, but that put-together, outward appearance was merely a disguise, one that hid who she truly was.
Back in high school, he caught glimpses of the real Alix, a girl who was only allowed to associate with people from her parents’ social circle. But now that he’d grown into a man with a successful career, he hoped she would look at him differently, give him a chance, and see that they might be good together.
At least I think we’d be good together.
A horse behind him whinnied, and he asked, “Have you ever ridden before?”
Her head jerked from side to side, his big hat swaying back and forth, making her look so adorable. “No. I always wanted to, but my mother thought horses were dirty creatures.”
Jag looked at her clothes. With sleeves that reached past her elbows and a dress that dipped below her knees, she was hardly outfitted for cowboy country. “Did you bring anything suitable?”
She crinkled her nose and looked herself over. “What do you consider suitable?”
“Come on, I’ll show you.” He captured her hand in his, and she stiffened slightly. Was she having second thoughts? He hoped not, because she obviously needed this vacation. He’d heard both sides of the phone conversation, and seen how crushed she looked as her mother pushed her around like she was nothing more than a pawn in a game of chess, and it was all he could do not to punch something. She didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Even if nothing more developed between them, he was glad he invited her, because she needed to let off some steam. Jag turned to her. “Alix,” he whispered in a soft voice. “Nothing will happen here unless you want it to, and besides, you already told me you were playing for the other team. Let’s just enjoy the day. And like I said, tomorrow if you want to leave, you can. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said, and as she exhaled, he watched her visibly relax.
“Your luggage has been brought to your room. Let’s go see if you have something you’ll be comfortable riding in. If you don’t, we can run into town and get you something.”
She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something more and then shut it again. Instead of pressing, Jag led her into the lodge. A few minutes later, he stood near her door while she rooted through her suitcase. She pulled out a pair of knee-length shorts and a white, long-sleeved blouse, then disappeared into the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later and held her arms wide.
Her eyes were hopeful as she smiled up at him. “This should work.”
Jag touched the sleeve on her blouse. Despite the air-conditioned room, her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
His gaze panned her face, and he breathed in the sweet, clean smell of her skin before settling on her big blue eyes. He dipped his head and asked, “Do you love this shirt? Is it a favorite?”
She shook her head. “It’s a shirt.”
He gripped the sleeve, and with one quick tug, ripped it from the seam. A gasp sounded in Alix’s throat as the fabric gave way, and her eyes widened.
“This will be much cooler,” he explained.
She nodded, and after he ripped the other sleeve free, he stood back to admire the beautiful body she always went to great pains to cover.
He walked to the bed, grabbed his Stetson, and put it back on his head. “You’ll need a hat.”
“I have one.” Excitement lit her face as she riffled through her suitcase and pulled out a wide-brimmed sun hat that could shade the entire ranch. “See!”
“Good.” Jag bit back a grin as his gaze panned her pale skin. Did she ever go outdoors?
He took the hat from her and placed it on her head, but it caught on her ponytail. She reached around, and instead of releasing it and letting her curls fall down her back, she tightened it and stuck her hair under her hat. Too bad. He wanted to see it loose. Wanted her to relax.
As a private investigator, it was his job to understand people, and sweet Alix was desperate for freedom—from her family, her duties, and her conservative self. Her needs and sexuality bubbled beneath the surface. She was drowning in it, and if she didn’t release it soon, let it break free, it would damn well suffocate her.
The lack of conviction in her voice when she insisted on returning home said she wanted to stay. The way she flushed when he moved close suggested he was part of the reason. She wanted to play, and he wanted to be her favorite toy. And those photos she took in the back room of the studio where she worked… Yeah, he knew all about her naughty hobby. All she needed was the right playground to help her open up to him, and he knew just the place.
He grabbed her hand, need propelling him into action. “Come on, let’s go.”
Thirty minutes later, after saddling a horse for Alix and giving her a quick lesson on riding, he hopped on his stallion and guided her toward the horse trails. He shot her a glance and could tell she was nervous but trying to hide it.
“You’re a natural,” he said in a bid to relax her.
“And you’re a liar.”
Jag laughed, and it brought a smile to her pretty face. “Come on.” He snapped his reins and set his horse into a trot. He kept a careful eye on her as he led her along the river. The overgrown trees fringing the path provided an overhead canopy and offered them some much-needed shade. They entered a clearing, and Jag nodded to one of the ranch hands as a group of guests looking for a bona fide Old West experience pitched their tents and prepared for a night under the stars.
“Hey, Colt,” Jag said, thinking about the time he’d helped his buddy out on one of his weekend excursions. Christ, that was a night to remember: too much drink, too many women, and a morning he could’ve done without. But Colt was a good guy who taught Jag a few things about being a cowboy and made sure the guests left satisfied, especially the female ones who were here for a real Western experience with an authentic cowboy.
While Jag enjoyed his bachelorhood, and the ladies, he was damn tired of waking up with a random girl in his bed. Casual sex had lost its appeal, and he wanted more, needed more, which was why he’d invited Alix here for the week. He might not come from her circle, but he’d always been attracted to her. Back in the day, they chatted when he was setting up the equipment for her meeting or taking it down. Things had always been so easy between them, and despite hanging out with a group of stuck-up girls who wouldn’t dare give him the time of day, she’d always been kind to him, always so grateful when he helped her. Did they have a future together, or was he trying to rekindle something that existed only in his mind?
His glance roamed to her ring finger, taking in the circular indent. When he and his buddies, Coop and Mac, all co-owners of the ranch, had tasked his junior investigator with finding the three women from their past that they’d regretted letting go, the first report that came back said Alix was engaged. Jag had immediately pulled back. He’d be damned if he was going to home in on another man’s woman, no matter how much he thought about her over the years.
But when his investigator went on to further report that her fiancé was cheating on her, it had changed the game plan, and he had gone ahead and sent the invitation.
Even though he hadn’t known her as an adult, his protective instinct had kicked in. She didn’t deserve that type of treatment. She was a kind, hardworking soul, always had been. The fact that she didn’t wear her engagement ring and swore off men clued him in that she’d discovered the bastard was cheating.
He fisted his hands. While he’d like to beat the shit out of the guy for hurting her, he was glad she’d found out who he really was before going through with the wedding. And it gave Jag the opportunity to show her how a woman should really be treated, inside the bedroom and out. Where things went from there, time would only tell.
“Jag,” Colt greeted in return before sticking a blade of grass between his teeth.
Alix slowed her mare beside him, and Colt arched a curious brow, intrigue brewing in his eyes as he turned his attention to her.
“Is your little lady here looking for an authentic Old West experience?” He gave Jag a wink, no doubt thinking back to the women the two had shared on that wild weekend. “’Cause you know, I’m just the guy who can give it to her.”
Alix’s eyes widened, her glance going back and forth between Colt and Jag. She was a smart girl. No doubt she caught Colt’s sexual innuendos. “I—uh—no—”
