Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Rescue Their Bride [Wyoming Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (14 page)

“Behaviors can be deceiving.”

“How would a girl know which of your behaviors to believe, yesterday or today?”

“I guess you’d have to use your woman’s intuition. Finished?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Get comfortable by the fire. I’ll clean the table and bring coffee and cake to you.”

“You made a cake?”

“No, honey. Tessa made it, and I bought it from her.”

“Too bad. I think I might fall in love with a man that could bake. Let me help clean up,” she said, seeing him picking up his plate and hers.

“Not this time.” He motioned for her to go sit by the fire.

She’d removed her coat and her light, frilly blouse did leave her neck and arms bare. The warmth from the fire felt good. She sat in one of the chairs and curled her legs under her. She watched the dancing flames, and between the fire and the wine, her eyes closed.

* * * *

Justin brought in the coffee and saw she’d fallen asleep. Her soft, womanly body curled in the wide chair. It was too big for her. If she married them they’d have to buy her a chair that didn’t swallow her. Although one of them could just hold her on their lap.

He sat her coffee on the table beside her. He’d leave the cake in the kitchen for now. He stretched out in his lounge chair and watched her lush breasts rising and falling with her breathing.

In the bedroom, he’d barely been able to hold himself back. Her sweet scent swirled around his head, and the desire she didn’t want to admit was evident in her glowing eyes. He’d thrown out the remark about caring for both of them to get her reaction. She hadn’t totally recoiled, just looked confused, and he saw the spark of arousal she’d tried to hide.

She had passed his test this morning better than he’d expected. She rode well and showed no fear of the horses. What had happened to make her fear dogs especially? He’d put Rusty out back this evening, but his next plan was to get her to accept his dog.

Mitch had been right and Ethan. He wanted her, in his bed, in his house, in his life. He’d tried to fight the attraction because he didn’t see her fitting in at the ranch. There were still doubts, but having her this close, he couldn’t keep up his walls.

He’d always heard that when the men of their community met the right woman, it was almost impossible to pull back. He’d thought he might succeed until she landed on his doorstep.

The phone rang, Justin grabbed for it, hoping not to wake her, but he saw her look around.

“Justin here. Pretty Lady’s ready? Yeah, I’m still up and dressed. Meet you there in ten.”

“Sorry I went to sleep on you. Wine always makes me sleepy, and so does looking at fireplaces.”

“No problem. One of our mares is getting ready to have her foal. Want to come with me and see the birth?”

“I’d be in the way.”

“Not at all. You can stand in the other stall and look over. Scared?”

“Of course not, I’m not scared of everything.” She frowned at him.

“Good. Come on. We’ll take my truck.” He handed her jacket to her, grabbed his, and shooed her out the door. Not exactly how he’d planned to end the night, but it would be another good test before he got in too deep.

Hell, who was he kidding? He was in so deep, he was drowning.

In just minutes they were at the barn. “We have to be very quiet. As long as the birth is going along naturally with no trouble, we won’t interfere. I’ll take you down to the next stall over and we’ll observe the mare, Pretty Lady. Remember, no talking, minimal noise.”

Morgan nodded, and he took her arm and led her inside. They moved quietly and slowly down to the fourth stall. A chestnut mare paced around and swished her tail. Justin, still holding onto Morgan, slipped into the dark stall beside her, their arms touching. Even with all the other smells of the barn, the horse, manure, and hay, he still caught a whiff of her scent.

Pretty Lady stopped her pacing and lay down, but very soon was up again. She repeated this behavior several more times. Then she began to walk in circles and looked back toward her flank.

As the time went by, Justin moved behind Morgan and she leaned her softness into his body. His arms circled her, holding her close. Her sweet ass curved against his hard cock. He had difficulty keeping his mind on Pretty Lady. The pretty lady in his arms sent the temperature inside him way up.

An hour or two passed, and finally the mare’s water broke. Pretty Lady lay down and began to give birth to the foal. Twenty minutes or so later, the mare stood and began to nuzzle and lick her foal.

Justin whispered some instructions to the attendant and took Morgan’s arm, motioning for them to go. Morgan left reluctantly, looking back over her shoulder as he pulled her along. He helped her into the truck and drove toward her cabin.

When he got there, he parked and turned to her. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“She’s a beautiful horse. I felt upset to see her so uncomfortable. I’m glad you warned me to be quiet. I wanted to help some way.”

“If the foal can be born without interference, it’s best.”

“I understood that much.” Morgan smiled, and he had to resist pulling her into his arms. “When the foal came out and she began to nuzzle him, it was so sweet and wonderful.”

Morgan stared across at him. The tense silence went on for several seconds.

“Do you want to come in?” The words spilled out of her.

His mind screamed
yes
, but there were things that needed to be said, weren’t there? Her hand reached out and touched his arm. He put his hand on the handle to the truck door.

“If I come in, I won’t leave until morning.”

Her sweet scent of desire swirled around his head. Until she said, “Please come in,” he didn’t realize he’d held his breath. He swung out of the truck, went to her side, and picked her up to carry her inside the cabin. She handed him her key, and he managed to unlock the door.

Unerringly, he went toward the bedroom. Moonlight spilled across the bed from between her curtains. He put her down right beside the edge of the mattress. He began to unbutton her silly, frilly blouse. Throwing it aside, he quickly unfastened her bra and had her two lush breasts in his hands. They both said “ah,” at the same moment.

His thumbs rubbed across her pebbled nipples as he leaned forward and kissed her. Her mouth was soft, and tasted sweet as honey. She put her arms around him holding him close. His dick pulsed with the need, the demand to be inside her pussy. Backing away, he quickly removed the rest of her clothes.

“Get on the bed.”

She did, and scooted over, giving him room. He flung his clothes off and put on a condom before he put his knee on the mattress and moved to join her.

* * * *

Moonlight etched across the hard planes of his face, and delineated the muscles in his arms and across his flat abdomen. She trembled with hunger for him. He moved across the bed and straddled her body. His dark eyes shone with his desire.

Leaning closer to her face, he whispered, “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in your office.” His mouth took hers in a soft kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips and caressed the roof of her mouth and around the sides. He tasted, and teased, building a fire deep inside her. Their mouths touching was the only connection between them.

Morgan raised her hands and brushed her thumbs across his nipples. She heard his sharp intake of breath. Moving one hand down across his hard six-pack, she trailed a finger around his belly button. Then she slid her fingers around the top of his hot, hard cock, before closing her hand around him. He pulsed against her palm, and he groaned with pleasure.

“Oh, no, we aren’t ending this so soon.” He moved away from her grip. “I have too much else I want to do to you first.”

His teeth rubbed across her earlobe as his hand cupped her breast. Then he kissed the side of her neck where her heart pounded like a drum. He gave her a self-satisfied smile.

“Feels good?”

“You know it does.”

He repositioned himself where he could easily take her breast into his warm mouth. His tongue rubbed across and around her sensitive nipple. His other hand found her lower lips and separated the folds, exposing her clit. His thumb put slight pressure on her nub as he gently took her nipple between his teeth. Quivers of heat raced across her body. She thrashed her head back and forth, moaning with pleasure.

“Go inside me.”

“Not yet. Open your legs for me.”

Morgan spread her legs wide. He kissed her abdomen and then sat back to study the most intimate part of her body. Her face heated and she moved restlessly.

“Be still. You’re so beautiful.” He ran his fingers along her wet folds and slipped one inside her pussy. “Hot and wet.” His mouth came down and he sucked on her clit while he moved two fingers inside her to caress her inner walls.

Her skin was hot, and supersensitive to his touch. He was all around her, his masculine scent, his hot body, and his warm mouth. When his teeth raked across her nub, she screamed out and arched her body closer to him. Fluid rushed out of her pussy around his fingers.

“Take me now,” she demanded. His chuckle vibrated against her pussy. Kneeling between her legs, he placed his cock at her entrance.

“Now?”

“Yes.”

He slowly slid into her. Each movement sent shock waves along her nerves. She clenched her inner muscles tight around him and raised her hips to take him further inside her.

“Ah, sweetheart, damn you feel good.” He began to move in and out, slowly at first, and then faster.

Her mind and body was focused on him, caressing him with the movements of her inner walls, smelling his musky scent of desire, looking deep into eyes bright with lust. When his mouth came down and suckled at her breast a ravenous hunger to meet his every thrust sent her body into a harmony of motion gliding against his skin.

Justin brought her legs up to his shoulders. He sank deeper inside her pussy. Her clenching motion quickened, milking his hot cock, and demanding more until finally she knew she was close. She begged for relief, and Justin rubbed his finger across her clit and lightly bit her nipple. She exploded with pleasure, bucking hard underneath him, taking all he could give.

She gasped, taking great gulps of air. Justin pushed in hard and held. His throbbing cock sent her into another spasm of exquisite joy. He gave a yell as he reached his peak.

He rolled, but brought her with him to lie against his side. His chest heaved from his hard breathing. He ran his fingers along the curve of her back. She nestled into him. Her heart finally began to slow to a more normal rate.

Justin turned his head and kissed her forehead. “You are a most unexpected treasure.”

But as reality returned she remembered Ethan. She pulled away and whispered, “What have I done?”

“What do you mean?” Justin hovered over her.

“I made love to you and to Ethan. What has happened to me? I’ve never been promiscuous in my life.”

“Darlin’, it’s nothing to worry about—”

“Not worry? What am I going to do? You must think I’m a tramp or something.”

He put his finger over her lips. “Listen to me. There are some things we need to discuss, and some questions I’d like to ask you. Let’s not spoil this moment with any of that.” He glanced at the clock. It was almost morning,

“I have to go to work soon. I’m going home to feed Rusty. Later today, we’re going for a ride. We’ll talk and answer some of your questions.”