Almost a Cowboy (36 page)

The knot in her throat broke free around her, “With everything in me!” and a sob burst from her.

She fell to her knees, and he hauled her into the grass, flipping her and pinning her under his big body.
The only place I want to be.

The length of his arousal jutted toward her belly, and his muscled form felt so right. She knocked off his hat, grabbed his nape, and yanked him into a kiss.

As their mouths met, emotion bled from her. He angled his mouth over hers and pried her lips open with his tongue. She opened to him on a gasp of need. Grinding his cock into her, he stroked her tongue. Sweet flavors of wheat and man filled her head. She flickered her tongue over his, gathering more.

A growl rumbled in his chest, and her nipples puckered. A painful knot stretched tight in her belly. Using her butt muscles, she levered herself into him, needing to feel him plunging into her core. Her senses went haywire as the kiss turned wild.

Somehow he clasped her fingers clawing at his back and trapped them against the grass long enough to slip the band onto her ring finger. Pulling back, he said in a voice like a dried husk, “I love you, baby. Don’t think you’re not showing up for this wedding.”

She shook her head. “I’ve got it booked already. We’re getting married in a helicopter over Vegas. Honeymoon in the Poconos.”

He narrowed his eyes. God, was it possible for him to be more beautiful? Her heart thundered out of control.

“I mean, only if you want,” she backtracked.

“Is that what you want? Once you wanted a different kind of ceremony.”

“I’m a different woman.”

“I love this woman.” He lowered his head and snaked his tongue over the sensitive spot on her throat. She arched, her juices soaking her panties.

He forged a scorching path of kisses down to her breasts. While he fumbled with the buttons on her plaid shirt, he groaned his irritation. By the time she got his belt undone, he’d bared her breasts.

The right hook of emotion blindsided Utah. He swallowed the salty tears suddenly lying on his tongue as he stared down at his woman—his fiancée. Dammit, he’d throw her into a plane and fly her to Vegas today if it meant keeping her from running ever again.

She caressed his jaw, pressing her thumb into the cleft in his chin. Her hair floated around her head and mingled with the new grass growing after the hay had been cut.

A static buzzing took up residence in his ears as he stripped her. He prodded and maneuvered her until she lay on their clothing instead of the prickly ground. Then he opened his mouth over her breast and sucked in the tip.

She cried out, scrabbling at his shoulders with short nails. The white light of love exploded in his head. He lost himself for long minutes worshipping her breasts. Sucking, nipping, licking, swirling, and lapping. When she began to squeak, he slithered down between her thighs.

Cupping her round ass in his palms, he lifted her pussy to him as he had during their reunion. Across her body, their gazes met. Pure love radiated from her. Countless times in their youth he’d taken her just like this—under the big Utah sky.

“We’ve come full circle.”

She tightened her muscles, bringing her glistening folds an inch from his mouth. He licked his lips. “Take me. Make me yours.”

Her words jolted him with recognition. She’d said that once before right before he’d taken her virginity.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, diving between her thighs.

She cried out as he parted her folds with his tongue. He traversed a shallow path up to her nubbin, gathering all her feminine flavors. His cock throbbed against his lower belly. He plunged his tongue deep, burrowing into her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh God…” She twisted his hair, and the sting felt good on his scalp.

He licked her sweet walls as far as he could reach and then began to fuck her with his tongue. She bucked. A flood of cream soaked his tongue as she unfurled for him. He reached up her body and pinched her nipples hard as she came.

She rode his tongue for long moments. When he pulled free and moved it upward through the wetness to her straining nubbin, her breathing roughened.

“Get…in me. I need your cock filling my pussy. Five times, six. All night. Then my ass.”

Her pleas robbed him of control. He locked his jaw and slid up her body. Holding her gaze, he filled her in one solid thrust.

Right to the hilt.

Mind-blowing waves stripped him bare. He locked his arm around her neck and dragged her to his mouth for a kiss. Pounding into her core, he fought to get deep and then deeper still. Determined to fill her with every ounce of seed in him. Desiring to impregnate her before they ever took their vows over Las Vegas.

The shadows and ache of the past month or more vanished in a flash of bright light. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he chased her tongue around her mouth.

“Love you,” she gasped.

“About fucking time you say it.” He bit into her lower lip, and together they tipped over the edge into a wild sea of bliss.

When they came down, she had the ring positioned on his finger. Their gazes met, hers tender and dewy. He couldn’t resist brushing his lips over each eye, the tip of her nose, and finally her soft lips.

“I’d marry you right now if a preacher were standing there.”

She giggled. “What a scandal that would be. Getting married with you still inside me.”

His cock slipped free of her body, and he groaned at the loss. In one harsh, pent-up orgasm, he’d given everything he had. “It might take me a little time to recover.”

“I think I can help with that.”

Braced on one arm, staring into her eyes was pure pleasure. He couldn’t wait to do this every day of his life. “Damn right you will. Now don’t even bother getting dressed. I’m taking you straight to my bed.”

•●•

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut around the pleasure Utah thrust upon her. She hung on to the headboard and hitched her legs higher around his back.

Every jerk of his cock into her body heated her with pure ecstasy. An electric shock ripped through her, and she shattered too. Her pussy contracted around his length, milking him for the third time.

Her thigh muscles tightened, gripping his undulating hips until the final spurt filled her.

His dimple flashed with his grin. “I’m done. Spent.” He dove into the covers beside her. She rolled onto her side, and he locked her against him.

As she stared out the window at the rain that had begun to fall sometime during the evening hours they’d lain in this bed making love, she listened to his breathing change pitch.

Tenderness washed over her. She traced the ridge of his biceps over and over. Joy was a beam of sun in the rainy evening, creating a rainbow that bridged their lives.

“I can hear your mind ticking,” he said sleepily.

She gave a soft snort. “That loud, huh?”

“You’re not writing an article, are you?” His teasing tone kept her from being hurt.

“No, I’m saving that for the honeymoon.”

He crooked a finger into her underarm, tickling her and making her writhe. “Like hell you are.”

“I promise not to even bring my laptop on the honeymoon.”

He arched a dark brow. “No?”

“Nope.”

“Notebook and pen?”

She hesitated, and he huffed a laugh, gathering her closer. “It’s all right, baby. I’ll never make you change.”

Turning her mouth into his arm, she smiled against his warm, salty skin. The rain struck the roof, tapping the beat to their love song.

“I was thinking after the Poconos, we’d rent a car and take a road trip.”

He cracked open his eyes and looked at her until her toes curled. “Yeah?”

“Visit the family. Herald our news.”

He kissed her forehead. “I think they’ll be happy for us.”

She had to know. “What about you? Are you happy for them? I heard they got 2.6 million when they sold the stocks.”

His throat moved as he swallowed. “You’re too good at hearing things.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my job. But I’m hearing something more right now. How are you feeling about being left out of that inheritance?”

He didn’t respond. She stared at his face, trying to fit together pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t giving her clues to. The rain changed rhythm as it fell harder.

“The fields need a good soakin’,” he said at last.

She bit her lip, waiting for more.

“You know, baby, it was never about the money to me. It’s about how my pa thought of me. I failed as a football star, then he thrust the knowledge of these secret families on me, and I hated him for it. Now he’s thrown something else at me—the ranch.” He tugged her so close she didn’t know where she ended and he began anymore. She never wanted to know again.

“Do you resent having the ranch?” she whispered.

“No, I love it. It’s the best damn thing he could have given me.”

Surprise made her smile. “Really?”

“Yes. My pa was a wanderer and philanderer. But he had roots—here. Now he’s given them to me.”

Caroline’s heart melted as she searched his eyes. The sparkling depths held so much love for her. She pinched him hard in the soft spot on his side.

“Oww! What was that for?” His cleft peeked in and out, making her want to pinch him again.

“Don’t you ever forget these roots.”

He hauled her atop him, his cock growing already. “Don’t ever worry about that, baby. I’m a one-woman man.”

“Good. Because I’m all you can handle.”

“Damn straight. Now saddle up. I think a fourth time will start our family proper.”

Her lips tilted into a grin. “You think?”

“I’m a Davies man. Virile. Now give me your mouth.”

She plastered her body to his and let him capture her mouth, dragging her into a world of happiness she’d known in her youth.

The feeling was stronger now.

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

http://www.empetrova.com

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