Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Rescue Their Bride [Wyoming Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (23 page)

“Yes, I calculate timing and measurements of the cars’ movements very fast with my excellent vision, and my ability to do numbers quickly in my head.”

“This is interesting. I have one more question.” She hesitated. “Where are you all from? I mean your ancestors.”

Ethan stared into her eyes. “That is the absolute one thing I can't tell you unless we marry.”

“I’ve learned new things about you and Justin almost everyday. You all are amazing. You must find me very boring.”

“No way. If you kept us any more interested and excited, we’d probably both die of heart attacks.”

Morgan took his arm. “Let’s eat, and you can tell me about your life when you two were younger.”

Ethan regaled her with childhood stories where he and Justin got into mischief and generally had a wonderful time. She enjoyed watching the expressions crossing his face. Relaxed, his eyes were a soft blue.

After the meal they hurriedly cleaned the kitchen and went outside to see the lights and watch the planes coming into the airport.

She’d wrapped her shawl around her arms. “I could stay out here all night.”

“Maybe another time. I want us to play that duet.”

“I’m not that good.”

“I’ll help you.”

“You go first. Let me get up my courage.”

“Come on then.” He took her hand and pulled her inside. “Go pour us a glass of wine while I start playing.”

She did as he said and had just stepped to the door of the family room when the soft music floated through the air. He hadn’t been truthful. He didn’t just play the piano, he mastered it. His hands moved gently across the keyboard, and the sound was sweet, but haunting.

Not wanting to disturb him, she placed his glass on a table beside the chair behind him and sank into the buttery leather. She took a swallow of her wine, then closed her eyes and let the music take her away.

He stopped playing. “Did I put you to sleep?”

When she opened her eyes, he was leaning over her. “I was lost in the beauty of your creation. I haven’t heard that tune. You wrote it, didn’t you?”

“Just between you and me, yes.”

“It has to be published. People will run to the stores to buy your songs.”

“I do have music published, under a different name, with several layers of cover so no one knows it’s me.”

“Why?”

“We don’t bring attention to ourselves or the ranch. I have a trusted friend who will cover as me if the publicity hounds ever get too close.

“But come.” He pulled her to the piano. “Let’s play some lighthearted tunes.”

“I’m ashamed to even let you hear my mediocre attempts.”

“You promised. I just want the enjoyment of us doing this together.”

Morgan let him maneuver her onto the bench. He sat beside her and started playing a familiar tune. Soon they were playing one after another, laughing and singing along.

Finally, Ethan glanced at the clock. “Midnight, and we have a busy day tomorrow. We’d better turn in.”

“One more tune. You play it. I’ll sit here and listen.” She curled back into the chair.

“I have a better idea.” He went to a wall setup, turned some knobs, and pushed some buttons. “My latest release.” He held out his arms and she walked into them. As the music soared he waltzed with her, turning, dipping, taking her breath away with the soft musical notes and his sensual moves.

“I believe the waltz was invented as a prelude to love,” he whispered in her ear. When the next song started, he slowed his movements, and his lips began to explore her face, her mouth, her earlobe. Her heartbeat quickened.

He tickled her neck and she giggled. Pushing the straps of her sundress down, he discovered her uncovered breasts. His eyes, more silver now, looked up at her. “Becoming more daring, my darling?”

Before she answered his head dipped, and he covered her breast with him mouth and sucked. Her pussy immediately began to pulse with the desire to have him inside her.

All this time, he still moved gently around in a slow dance, holding her bent back over his arm as he gave attention to each tingling breast. She ran her hands through his hair and was lost in the music and the man that surrounded her.

At some point, he laid her on the plush carpet and stood over her like a conquering warrior. Lust was etched on the hard planes of his face, the tightening of his mouth. Slowly keeping eye contact, he removed his clothes and slid a condom over his aroused cock. Flipping her to her side, he yanked down the zipper to her dress and pulled it off over her feet.

“Ah, you were very daring. It’s a good thing I didn’t realize how little I had to remove to get to you. Otherwise, we’d never have made it through dinner. Spread your legs.”

She did and he knelt over her. His fingers separated her folds covering her clit. When his tongue licked across the sensitive area, she moaned.

“Pretty, pink, and sweet as candy.” He continued to tease, lick, and kiss her nub. As he buried his face between her legs, his fingers moved up and caressed her breasts, and brushed across her tight nipples.

The music soared overhead while his mouth, teeth, and tongue set a blaze inside her and had her completely under his spell. He moved upwards until he looked into her eyes.

“Say you’ll marry us? Your actions show your love. Say it, sweetheart.”

Her heart jerked. She did love them.

“What frightens you and keeps you from committing yourself?”

“We haven’t known each other very long.” Her body tingled from his lovemaking, and ached for him to continue. But he didn’t move.

“I’ve known you all my life. I just had to find you.”

Tears seeped out of her eyes. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me. But you might get tired of me. I’m no one special. I certainly don’t have any unique qualities like you all do. Why not marry someone from your community?”

“I could wring your mother’s neck for inflicting this lack of confidence in you, but Justin and I will change that. Over time you’ll realize your own worth, and how important you are to the people in your life.”

He rolled off her. “We don’t want anyone else. But I can’t keep making love to you, opening myself up, if you aren’t going to stay.”

Stunned, she turned toward him. “That’s it. You’re going to end the most romantic evening of my life, like this?” Angrily, she stood and started to walk away. He grabbed her ankle.

“Let me go.” She tried to yank her foot away, but his grip was too strong. On one last try to get away, she lost her balance. He caught her, rolled, and ravished her mouth with his kiss. All the pent-up emotion crashed inside them. They rolled across the floor. First him, and then her on top, taking charge, kissing, nipping with teeth, tangling arms and legs.

“Damn it,” he growled. “I know you love this.” He plunged his hot, hard cock into her. She lifted her hips and met his every move as they rose together on the swell of euphoria to their climax.

* * * *

He pulled her hard against him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that question at that time. Unusual for me, but I lost my cool.”

Stupid idiot.
He may have pushed her away. He had needed, wanted, her commitment. Kissing her, his love for her drowning him, he had demanded the answer he wanted and expected to hear. Her insecurities went deeper than he’d thought and were holding her back.

“Are you angry with me?”

Her soft, tentative voice interrupted his chastising himself. He kissed the top of her head.

“I’m mad at me. Not you, love. Go to sleep. We’ll get up early and go back to town. We still have to ride down Lombard Street and take a ride on the trolley cars.”
And I have to tell you of your parents’ desertion
.

“Sounds like fun.” She snuggled against him. Her sweet breath brushing against the skin of his throat as she slept.

* * * *

When she woke, he was gone. She jumped out of bed and flew to the bathroom, shoving the door open. He turned, his razor in his hand.

“I was going to wake you in a few minutes. The car will be here soon to take us into town.” He looked closer at her face and put down his razor. He started to move toward her in that panther-like glide that set her heart to thumping. “Did you think I’d gone, left you?” He touched her face. “You’re pale as a ghost.”

Swooping her into his arms, he sat on the stool by the counter. “Look into my eyes?”

She swallowed and glanced at him. His eyes were a steely blue. “I promise you as long as I live, I won’t abandon you. Nor will Justin. You will be cherished and safe with us.” He gently kissed her mouth. “Now get ready and smile. We’re going to have a good time.” He sat her on her feet and pushed her toward the shower. “Go.”

Morgan showered quickly. Her heart lighter. Somehow his words this morning solidified her thinking of the past few days. He had removed the last of her reservations. She loved them, and she was going to marry them. They might have ups and downs, but she wanted them in her life. They’d manage together.

Entering the bedroom, she saw Ethan had already dressed. His gray shirt brought out the silver color in his eyes.

She hurriedly dressed in white slacks, a greenish-blue top, and white sandals to complete her outfit. Ethan walked out to greet their driver.

Deciding she had little time to put makeup on, she spread a moisturizer with SPF 30 on her skin for protection against the sun, and added some light color and lipstick. A pat on the nose with powder, and Ethan was back.

“You look great. It’s time to leave, but first there’s something I’ve put off telling you. Sit here on my lap.” He sat on the bed and cuddled her in his arms.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to my parents?”

“No, sweetheart, but they aren’t coming.” He quickly explained why.

Tears came in her eyes, and she blinked, trying not to cry. She should have expected something of this sort. How many times over the years had their career taken first place? Always.

“Please don’t cry, honey. We’ll throw our clothes in the suitcases and take them with us. You are going to enjoy more of San Francisco, and then around noon or a little after, we’ll fly home.”

He sat her on her feet. “Want me to pack for you?”

“Most definitely not.” She pretended to frown at him. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I can do it myself.”

“That’s my girl.”

They didn’t take long packing and locking up. The driver nodded when they got in the car and took off down the hill, around the curves, and into the city traffic.

First, he drove them down Lombard Street. Morgan enjoyed seeing the quaint houses, the extremely curvy road, and the riot of colors from all the flowers in front of the residences.

“Please, let’s ride down one more time.”

Ethan and the driver laughed, and the car went back around. Afterwards, she and Ethan got out of the car. They strolled along, looking into the shops, and ended up at the place to catch the trolley.

Morgan loved it. Holding tight to Ethan as the trolley went straight up the street, she looked in every direction to see the colorful sights.

“You’ve come under the spell of this city, as so many others have before you,” Ethan said and kissed her on the nose.