Thursday, January 27, 2011

WILD NEVADA RIDE by Sandy Sulivan

WILD NEVADA RIDE - Book Three in Sandy Sullivan's Wilder Series

Katrina Jamieson didn't have time for a man in her life, much less a cowboy. She's not about to give up her career as a fighter pilot for anything. Zipping amongst the clouds at 40,000 feet is her dream and being the best pilot the Force has ever seen, encompasses her days.

Justin Wilder, cattle rancher and all around gorgeous hunk, doesn't need the feisty Katrina in the middle of his world. He does just fine, thank you very much, taking care of his cows and building his ranch, but he can't seem to forget her after she slams her brand new, Mustang GT 500 KR into the side of his truck.

When their worlds collide, sparks fly and these two are so hot, skin sizzles when they touch. Can their attraction stand the test of time or will it burn out faster than the afterburners of her jet?



“Mind if I cut in?” The deep voice of the other man cut into their conversation. Mark smiled and stepped back as she frowned, but allowed Justin to wrap his arm around her waist and take her hand in his. The tingle of awareness rippled across her arms, sending goose bumps skittering across her flesh.

Trying to think of small talk, she asked, “So you raise cattle, Mr. Wilder?”

He chuckled, flashing those devastating dimples, and she sucked in a ragged breath. “I have a few head and dabble in selling them.”

Nervously flipping a curl over her shoulder, she said, “Well, you must be good at it if Mark is involved. He doesn’t mess around.”

“How long have you known Mark?”

“Most of my life.” Swaying to the soft music with him like this sent heat right between her legs. The warmth of her hand grasped within his palm sent electricity zinging down her spine. It’s been way too long since I’ve been with a man if I’m getting horny just dancing with one. “How long have you known him?”

“Oh, about five years now. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you two together before tonight.”

“I was in Iraq until about two months ago. I don’t always attend functions like these with him.”

“Ah, I see. You must be very close.”

Giving him a teasing smile, she replied, “Like family.”

“Are you originally from Las Vegas, Ms. Jamieson?”

“Actually, not Las Vegas itself, but close by. My family moved here some years ago from Los Angeles.” She studied the man, her eyes sweeping over his features, noting the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. Um…thirty-something? “What about you, Mr. Wilder? Your slight accent puts you as a non-native of Nevada, too.”


“Tired of the snow?”

He laughed softly. “Just a little. I like heat.” His gaze moved over her face and she could feel the warmth spreading to her cheeks.


“Two brothers, one sister, and my parents. One owns the family ranch in Wyoming and one settled in South Dakota. My sister lives with my parents currently.”

She tilted her head and said, “No one special, I assume, since you came alone.”

“Get right to the point, don’t you, Katrina?”

Her name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down her spine again. I’ve never heard anyone say it like that before. “I don’t believe in mincing words. I’m a straight shooter.”

“Then let me ask you this—is there something between you and Mark?”

“Now it’s my turn to wonder at your motives for your question.”

“I’m curious.” He pulled her a little closer, his hand resting on the bare skin of her back where her dress dipped. He splayed his fingers, encompassing every bit of exposed area, scorching her with their heat. Warmth spread through her, settling low in her belly when their gaze collided.

Her voice came out a little breathless, at least to her own ears when she replied, “Mark and I are actually cousins. His mother and my father are siblings.”

Tucking her hand inside his own before placing it on his chest, his tempted lips lifted in a sexy grin, sending her heart into a rapid tempo. The warmth of his breath caressed her lips, and she parted them slightly on a sigh when his gaze slipped down. “No kissing cousins?” he whispered.

“No,” she murmured in return, her lips tingling in response to his nearness. “I have very little time for relationships of any sort, but family means everything to me.”

His gaze returned to hers. “A woman after my own heart.”

“Hardly, Mr. Wilder.”

He frowned. “You wound me. I thought we were past that.”

“Past what?”

“I thought at least we were on a first name basis now. After all, I still have chips of baby blue paint on my truck.”

Anger flared, making her cheeks flush and her eyes burn as the hand resting on his chest balled into a fist.

He grabbed the fist and held on tight. “Uh-uh, no violence.”

Her jaw clenched tight, and she hissed between her teeth, “Let me go.”

“As you wish.” He slowly let loose of her fist and slipped his hand from around her waist. His hand purposely ran high enough to brush just under her breast with his thumb. She sucked in a ragged breath at the contact, her eyes going wide when desire raced along her nerves.


His words swirled around in her head and she frowned. He didn’t just proposition me, did he? Nah… maybe? A soft giggle bubbled from her lips and a smile quirked at his.

“Are you getting tipsy, Ms. Jamieson?”

“Nope—drunk maybe.” That was it. I’m just a little drunk. It has to be the reason I’m having this outrageous conversation with a man I hardly know, but one I’m crazily attracted to.

He laughed. “I guess I should take you home then, if you’ll tell me your address.”

“Um… maybe—maybe not.”

“If you don’t tell me your address, I can’t take you home.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

That got his attention. He stood, moving to her side and chuckled while he held out his hand so he could help her to her feet. “Now I know you’re drunk. You have no idea what you are saying.”

She let him pull her up, but when she stood in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Yes, I do. I want you to make me forget slimy hands on my skin,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his exposed neck where his shirt lay open. His hiss echoed through the room and his hands wrapped around her upper arms.

“Katrina…” he growled.

She pushed the collar of his shirt out of the way with her nose and licked the skin beneath her mouth, before moving closer to his ear.

Letting her hands wander down his chest, she plucked the buttons loose until all but those inside the waistband of his trousers were unfastened. Sliding her hands into the gaping material, she let the hair on his chest slip through her fingers while she nibbled her way across his cheek until their lips were a hairsbreadth away from each other.

She opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the raw heat reflected in his gaze.

“You’re playing with fire, lady,” he growled.

“Burn me,” she whispered.

She almost whimpered when his lips came crashing down on hers in a kiss meant to melt any resistance she might have put up, but she had no intention of backing down. Returning his fevered kiss, she slid her tongue along the crease of his lips until he moaned and opened his mouth. His hands were everywhere, in her hair, sliding along her spine, slipping over her shoulders, taking the thin material of her dress down with them as her skin burned under his touch. His mouth left hers, and she tipped her head to the side, telling him without words what she wanted. He trailed his lips across her cheek to her ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth for a moment. Continuing down her neck, he nibbled, licked, and sucked at the soft skin until she moaned deep in her throat.

Her dress slipped down her arms and off her body, pooling at her feet. One calloused palm cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple until she inhaled sharply.

His hands moved around to her ass, cupping the soft mounds, molding them with his fingers, and pulling her tight against him until she could feel his erection against her belly. He moved from her neck down her chest until his mouth closed over her pert nipple. Whimpering, she held his head to her chest when she felt her pussy fill with need so strong, she ached for his touch. His thumbs hooked the sides of her lace panties, pulling them down as his mouth traveled down her stomach, stopping to play with the dangling belly button ring for a moment.

She stepped out of the underwear before he laid her back on the couch cushion, bringing her ass to the edge. He looked into her eyes, a small smile rippling across his mouth when his lips grazed the inside of her knee and she moaned. I knew there was a reason I didn’t wear pantyhose tonight. The rough pad of his tongue rasped against the sensitive skin of her thigh while he moved closer to the aching need between her legs.

“God, Justin—please,” she groaned softly.

She didn’t think it possible, but his eyes got even hotter and a darker brown when he settled his mouth on her clit. Lashes any woman would kill for covered his eyes as he ran his tongue in a slow lick from her quivering pussy lips back to her clit. Swirling the aching bud with the tip of his tongue in the slowest, most agonizing manner she could ever remember feeling, she almost screamed, wanting him to hurry and make her come. He sucked her clit for several agonizing moments, before dipping inside her pussy with the tip of his tongue, until she wiggled on the couch cushion. Whimpers of need fell from her mouth while she begged him to hurry and take her. When he finally slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy and sucked on her clit hard, a tortured groan ripped from her throat as hot cum spilled over his hand.

His mouth finally left her quivering flesh, before he kissed his way up her stomach, across her chest, stopping to suck softly on the nipple. When he took her lips with his, she could taste herself on his tongue as he slipped it inside her mouth to duel with hers.

Her hands found his chest, working the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Pulling her mouth away, she pushed him back as her lips found his rock hard muscles, before nibbling at his male disks until they stood up, aching for her touch. His hands wound themselves in her hair and a groan rumbled deep beneath her mouth when her fingers plucked the button at his waist. Working his pants loose, she tugged until they pooled at his thighs along with his boxers and his cock stood proud, begging for her mouth.

Rolling backwards onto the floor, he pulled her with him until she lay sprawled across his chest. Her hand moved down, cupping his balls, as he hissed when her mouth moved across his chest again. His stomach quivered under her when she licked her way down across his washboard abdomen, following the trail of hair until it reached his groin.

Using only the tip of her tongue, she laved at the pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock. His hips lifted slightly, telling her what he wanted. He fisted her hair when she opened her mouth, taking him inside and swirling her tongue around him. Rocking his hips to her rhythm, it wasn’t long before she could feel him swell inside her mouth.

“Kat—stop.” He pulled her up by her shoulders, settling her across his chest again and kissing her. “God, I want you,” he growled into her mouth, before he flipped her over onto her back.

He took her nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping until she squirmed beneath him, begging with her moans. Two fingers slipped inside her pussy while he worked his pants off. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out and whispered, “Don’t move.”


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