Cowboy Double-Decker (6 page)

They shared a fast food dinner, and Bryan left a generous tip for the waitress. When she questioned him, he said the woman needed the money more than he. When they returned, she changed Scotty while Bryan headed to the reception. As expected, she was the only female taking the course. Gary quietly apologized again for the room, but she smiled and said everything was fine. Not wanting anyone to know, she avoided Bryan. But he didn’t say or do anything to even hint they shared a room.

He set the last shirt in the drawer, closed it quietly, and moved to the small fridge, either unaware of her watching or ignoring her. He wore only snug jeans and whatever might be under them. Or not.

He bent over, pointing a supreme bottom at her. Did all cowboys have such a curved butt over strong thighs? She saw no evidence of an underwear waistband in the inviting gap between his tanned skin
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and jeans.

He stood up, shaking a can of whipped cream. As he turned toward her he put the nozzle in his mouth, pressed it sideways, and jetted himself a mouthful.

“Dessert,” he said once he swallowed. He took another shot.

“You think eating a can of plain whipped cream is dessert?”

Mouth full, he just nodded as he capped the can and set it on the dresser. She stared at a spot of white cream on his upper lip, wanting to lick it off.

“Even better would be spraying it on something tasty and licking it off.” He leaned a hip against the dresser and sensuously licked his lips while eying her chest. “I can think of a couple of places to start.”

He crossed his strong arms over his blond furred chest. His wicked black eyes, flicking from one erect nipple to the other, dared her to go beyond anything she’d ever known. With her lack of experience, even a baby step would do. But not tonight. She needed sleep more than sex.

She turned her back to hide a flush and padded to the left side of the bed.

“Why don’t you use the bathroom first? I might take a while.”

“If you’re anything like Candy, you’ll be hours,” he said on his way past.

She sat on her side of the bed and read the background information on her weekend course. Again. She couldn’t think of anything but sleeping an entire night with a strange man. She never shared her bed, not even with a girlfriend in high school. She could never bring anyone home, and Aunt Delia wouldn’t let her stay over elsewhere. Freddie didn’t want her to stay once he got what he wanted. He’d fall asleep and she’d leave, closing the door on his snores.

God, she’d been such a fool!

The toilet flushed and Bryan returned, belt buckle dangling and button open in invitation. She flicked her eyes over him, desperate to
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find a safe spot to look when speaking. But everything about him looked too good. Even his feet, narrow with long toes. But that was for tomorrow.

“Remember to stay on your side of the bed,” she blurted, pulling her nightgown from under her pillow.

“Deal. But if you come snuggling over to my side, all bets are off.”

“Don’t worry,” she snorted. “I won’t go anywhere near you.”

He ambled to the far side of the bed. “What if I wake up and you’re draped all over me like a hound dog on a cold night?”

He placed one hand inside his jeans and slowly unzipped. No tell-tale white cotton. She swallowed hard before forcing her eyes to meet his.

“That will never happen.” She tossed her head like a petulant actress. “But if it does, help yourself!”

“Deal!”

She gulped at his wicked devil look, eyes bright and mouth smirking. He turned his back to her and slid his jeans down. Before she closed the bathroom door behind her, heart pounding, she discovered his tan didn’t stop at his hips.

She took her time in the bathroom after all, fretting and wondering what he’d do if she
did
roll over to his side. Not only was Bryan taller and more muscular than Freddie, she bet he was bigger everywhere.

Though Freddie had known she was a virgin, he did nothing to prepare her. She’d held back a scream when he shoved her legs apart and pushed inside. A few grunts later, it was over. Though it never hurt so much again, it didn’t get much better. Aunt Delia said only sluts enjoyed it. By that definition, Kaela was no slut.

Though it was worth the pain to get Scotty, she decided to wait a long time before trying sex again. She had no idea how quickly her plans would change when she met a man who made her feel so alive.

A man who made her panties damp just from being in the same room.

But she had far more important things to do than have sex with a
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stranger. She had to excel on her course, take care of her son, find a job,
have an orgasm
.

She pulled her thigh-length cotton nightie as far down as it would go and stepped out. One last deep breath and she opened the bedroom door.

Their bedroom door.

Bryan lay on his stomach, arms up like a saguaro cactus, face turned to the far wall. The sheet barely covered his rounded butt. Soft snores filled the room.

“Bryan? Are you asleep?”

He didn’t even twitch. She tiptoed around to his side of the bed.

The lamp shone on his slack face. With all his defenses down, he looked exhausted, vulnerable, and incredibly sexy. A combination of little boy lost and sex god.

Thick eyelashes caressed his cheek. His tanned back was smooth except where a few scars marred the perfection. She lifted the sheet just a stitch and, yes, his round buns were just as smooth. She let go when the urge to nibble hit hard.

She snapped out his light and scurried to her side of the bed. She sighed at the oh-so-soft sheets and snuggled under the down comforter. Should she put a few of the extra pillows between them to keep him away? No, the bed was so wide they could fit another person between them and still sleep comfortably.

A thought hit and heat flashed up her body. Did Candy sleep in the middle, Bryan on one side, Adam the other? Maybe Candy trained Bryan not to be a bed hog.

What else had she taught him?

Forget him and sleep!

The strain of the last few weeks, leaving everything behind and driving across the country alone hit like a sledgehammer. As she told herself so many nights before, there was nothing she could do to solve her problems tonight. She’d need all her concentration tomorrow.

She turned out her lamp, pounded the pillow, and imagined a
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wonderful life. Playing in the warm sand on a sunny beach with Scotty while a blond god softly snored on a picnic blanket beside them.

* * * *

Kaela, flat on her back, stretched her arms and legs wide. She had the best sleep and survived a whole night with a man in the same bed.

Even better, she was still aroused from a fantastic erotic dream where she’d been suckled north and south. Her body still throbbed from the memory, wanted more. She never had anything like this happen, but then, she’d never had a man as gorgeous as her bed-mate pay attention to her before.

The shower ran, reminding her she’d need to use the bathroom soon. She reached for the covers, but they were out of reach, down by her ankles. As usual her nightgown had twisted, riding up to her waist. Heat flared when she realized she lay on her back with one foot tucked against the other knee.

Open for viewing.

She groaned. The bedside lamp would have shown him anything he wanted to see. Had he looked?

Aroused from the thought, she reached a hand down and fluffed her damp curls. She slid her fingers lower, finding she was slick with her own juices, swollen with need from her dream. The shower still ran, so she slid her free hand across her breast.

Her nightgown was wet over the nipple.

She tilted her head and looked down. Large wet dots circled each one. She gulped and looked around. She lay on
his
side of the bed.

What had he done to her?

The shower stopped, and she hauled the covers up to her neck, heart racing. The bathroom door opened, and then the bedroom. A white towel rode low on Bryan’s hips, droplets glistening on the blond road to glory from his belly button south.

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“I lied about snoring. Hope I didn’t keep you up all night.” He winked. “I made up for it this morning.”

She gulped at his knowing look. He shaved off his chin stubble.

Where had those lips, now curved in a sensual smile, touched her?

“It,” she licked her lips, “it was a dream, right?”

“Dream?”

He stood tall, legs set wide, muscular arms crossed. She nodded, holding tightly to the covers under her chin. He dropped to the edge of the bed beside her and grasped her outstretched leg through the covers with a giant paw. The corner of his lip raised a fraction of an inch. She braced herself.

“I ever tell you how much I like natural redheads?”

Heat roared up her body, incinerating her modesty. She gave an inarticulate cry and threw the covers over her face.

“Aw, sweetling, all I did was kiss you good morning,” he murmured. “You
were
on my side.”

He pulled the covers down far enough to reveal her face, though she fought every inch.

“You took advantage of me!”

His lip twitch almost made it to smile status. “Nope. I warned you fair and square. You told me to help myself.”

“But—”

“I woke with a half-naked woman curled around me like a twist tie.” Now smiling fully, he stretched out on the bed beside her, head propped on one elbow. “You moaned and arched your back when I kissed your nipple. I nibbled your thigh and you opened your legs. If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is.”

“I was asleep!” Her body throbbed, especially the parts he mentioned. “When I woke up I thought I’d had an erotic dream! I’ve never had one before, so how would I know what I dreamed was real?”

His eyes drooped like a well-fed cat, his smile smug. “You got really wet when I slid my finger—”

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“TMI!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t do that to myself so I don’t need you telling me all about it!” She gritted her teeth. “Okay. That might have been the best sex I ever had. But I don’t remember because I wasn’t awake!”

“You’re awake now,” he purred.

She was.

More awake and aware of her body than at any time in her life.

Why should she let her aunt and uncle destroy her enjoyment of her own body? If she could just let go and relax. Her heart pounded so hard she couldn’t hear anything but his voice. Her need for more consumed her as much as the fire from his touch.

The sheet rustled and pulled against her grip as he lifted it to slip a hand underneath. Though she held her breath and kept her eyes closed, she didn’t stop him. Rough fingers caressed her inner thigh, trailing fire. She clenched her fists as her swollen flesh begged for release.

His finger quested between her curls, separating her lips. Closing her mind to everything but his touch, she moaned and pressed her hips up, increasing his access. She released her grip on the sheet when he tugged. She twitched when he shoved it aside and slid his body over hers. She inhaled strawberry shampoo and the hotel’s soap.

Rough chest hair slid across her belly. He captured her nipple through her gown and gently bit. The sting zapped, making her hiss and arch her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. He slid a finger deep inside, sucking her nipple in time with his finger pulses.

Eyes closed, her entire universe consisted of his touch. Her breast suddenly chilled when his mouth abandoned her. She croaked a complaint, but two strong hands, one on each thigh, separated her legs. Hot breath blew over her most private parts.

He flicked his tongue over her bud, and an arc of electricity hit.

She pushed her heels down, pressing her flesh toward his mouth while clutching his damp hair in both hands.

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“Mmmm.” His humming vibrated her ultra-sensitive tissues.

His tongue delved deep and flicked sideways. He nibbled and sucked lightly, and then stroked his fingers against the front of her passage.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

He did it again and she squirmed, fighting for more. So near, but not enough. He pinched her nipple, and she spasmed, bucking against his hand, exploding into a new world, one where nobodies like her experienced amazing orgasms. She finally sighed, floating somewhere above the bed, quivering with aftershocks.

“Ma-ma-ma!”

“Oh, Scotty.” She automatically struggled to sit up, but her bones had melted.

“You stay here and settle a bit. I’ll change him.”

“You’ve already done more than enough.”

She meant his help with Scotty. But wet lips descended to slide across her own before nibbling gently. She instinctively opened, and he ran his tongue under her top lip, sending another shiver through her. Slightly salty, with a tang. Was that what she tasted like? Would he taste the same?

The bed shook as he rolled to his feet. He gazed down at her in arrogant triumph, his cock peeking from the gap in his towel like a performer checking the audience before a show.

“Sweetling, I haven’t even started.”

At his promise of even more, the reality of what just happened roared over Kaela with a rush of heat. She grabbed for the covers and rolled onto her stomach, hugging a pillow as she curled into a ball.

Bryan, chuckling, carefully pulled on a pair of jeans and quietly shut the bedroom door behind him.

She’d let a man touch her body in ways that would send her straight to Hell, according to Aunt Delia. She should be on her knees, praying for forgiveness. But she’d not done that when she’d fallen pregnant without a priest’s blessing, and she’d not do it now.

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She heard Scotty’s high babble and Bryan’s deep replies. Growing up in an abusive, dysfunctional home had not destroyed her chance of marriage to a good man after all.