Maya’s Triple Dare(Divine Creek Ranch 6)(69)
He loved the way those pants clung to her curves as she gyrated her glorious, heart-shaped ass to the beat of the music blaring at eardrum-piercing volume inside the house. He grinned, remembering Maya liked her music really loud. She picked up a knickknack and flicked the duster over it before wiping the shelf and replacing the object.
Perfectly balanced on the balls of her bare, dainty feet, she held on to the shelf and shimmied down low to the beat of “Follow You Home,” by Nickelback, then rolled her ass on the way back up like an exotic dancer would. He made a mental note to ask her to perform that maneuver for him again later that night, like right in his face, up close.
She must’ve made good on her desire to take striptease and pole-dancing lessons at the recreation center in San Marcos. That had been another one of those “go-to guy” moments. It looked like some of those times were going to be of direct benefit to him now.
Stepping back from the window, he reached for the doorknob and turned it. The music blasted through the house, and she must’ve had her eyes closed because she didn’t acknowledge him. Careful not to startle her, he leaned back against the door after closing it and enjoyed his homecoming.
A heavenly aroma permeated the air with the scent of simmering Mexican spices, and two places were set at the dining table with candles. Maya flicked her long hair back, and it flew around her shoulders in shimmering blonde waves as her arms rose above her head in graceful arcs, the duster still held in her fingertips.
His cock twitched eagerly as she swung her ass and gyrated her hips. The heavy beat of the guitar and drums pounded out the rhythm she danced to, and every drop of blood in him surged at the sight she presented. He groaned softly when she dropped the duster on a shelf and slid her hands down her torso and over her hips to her ass cheeks before running her fingers through her hair.
He loved the view from the back, and as if sensing his wish she turned on the balls of her feet and gifted him with the view from her front as she tilted her head back and cupped those beautiful, round breasts in her hands. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was utterly enjoying herself.
He almost dreaded the moment when she realized she was no longer alone, because it was obvious she was lost in the music. The song came to its sudden, resounding end, and her eyes flashed open. Her breath caught in her throat, and she smiled as she launched herself at him in complete, unembarrassed abandon.
He caught her and chuckled as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and rained panting kisses on his face.
“Welcome home, honey,” she said with a breathless giggle.
“I’ll say.”
“I have something for you to eat,” she murmured with a lopsided grin.
Kendall looked into her twinkling blue eyes and knew she was not referring to supper.
It was amazing how quickly a man could forget bone-weary tiredness when properly motivated.
* * * *
The sun was setting as Boone and Richard climbed back into the truck after their last gas stop of the day in Santa Fe. They were stopping for the night there and planned to arrive in Alamosa midmorning the next day.
Richard would’ve preferred driving through the night so they could be home that much sooner, but Chance and Clayton wanted to pace the trip and not stress the breeding stock in the trailers too much. They wanted them all to arrive in good condition.
They might also be pacing the trip so it would be convenient to stop at the Oasis Café on the trip back, around a meal time again. Richard chuckled to himself thinking of the goofy grin Chance had worn on his face as he’d told a joke on their way out the café’s door and Lydia had laughed and blushingly smacked him on the shoulder with a menu.
They were not hauling the trailers or any livestock back to the Rockin’ C Ranch on the return trip, so their help was not needed. The Carlisle brothers had told them they could head on home from Alamosa.
As far as Richard knew, Chance and Clayton had been bachelors all their lives. Anyone would have to be an idiot not to see the attraction between Chance and the lovely, if overworked, waitress, Lydia. Clayton had been more reserved, but Richard suspected he might be interested in Lydia as well. Prior to living in Divine he would’ve thought that was a recipe for disaster. Now he was just curious to see how things turned out.
Boone started the dually’s engine and asked, “Did you want to make a stop in Ruidoso on the way back?”
Richard did a mental lockdown, waiting for the pain in his chest at the reminder.
“Sorry, man. I thought you’d want to stop since we did last time we made this run together.”
“It’s all right. Yeah, I think I should.” Richard looked out the side window at the scenery passing in the fading light. Michelle was buried in Ruidoso.