Cowboy Redemption (Down Under Cowboy Book 6) (9 page)

Giggling, with an arm draped around Kye’s waist and leaning all my body weight into his, I stumble inside my front door.

“That was
such
a
great
night,” I slur, slapping his chest lightly to emphasize the ‘such’ and ‘great’.  He chuckles and leads me to my bedroom.

“I think someone had a bit too much to drink,” he mutters when I trip over my slippers.

“How’d they get there?” I ask myself.  He shakes his head as his body shakes from silent laughter.  It feels
awesome.

Plonking down rather ineloquently on my bed, I take a moment to appreciate Kye.  He’s standing in front of me, a bemused smile on his incredibly handsome face.  All of sudden it hits me.  Drunk or not, my mind is clear enough to register the fact that
Kye Austin
is standing
in my bedroom!
  His large frame takes up most of my small room, and his presence fills the rest. 

Damn, he looks so good.  Edible.  Scrumptious.  Delicious.  So, so tasty.
 
I want to lick him.  I want to taste that spot on his neck, right below his ear.  The spot where that tiny freckle sits.  I want to tickle it with my tongue.

“Everything all right?” he asks.  I tear my eyes from the freckle and travel to his eyes.  They’re heated.  Not on fire, but smouldering.  My stomach clenches.

A burst of laughter escapes my mouth when I remember Edie’s comment tonight about clenching.  I quickly throw my hands up to my face to contain the laughter and Kye raises an eyebrow at me in silent question.  I shake my head quickly, an attempt to clear the humour threatening to consume me, and also to answer his question nonverbally.

Standing, with jelly-like legs, I take the two steps to him so my body is a mere inch away from his own.

“Hi,” I say quietly, looking at up at him through my lashes.

“Hey,” he replies.

My heart is thudding in my chest, my blood heating.  I want him.  I want him so fucking bad, my nipples are hurting.

With the courage of six margaritas under my belt, I take a risk.

“I want you,” I say, right before I go up on my toes and wind my hands around the back of his neck.  Pulling him down toward me, I crash my mouth to his and kiss the heck out of him.  He is stunned for but a second, then he is kissing me back.  Wild abandon saturates the room.  His hands go to my arse and he squeezes, tugging my body into his.  I gladly accept the invitation, melting into him.  I feel his erection against my stomach and brush along it.  He groans down my throat.  I walk forward, effectively pushing him backward until his legs hit my bed.  He goes down and I straddle him, moaning when his cock aligns perfectly with my sex.

“Fuck, darlin’, can feel your heat through
both
our jeans,” he rasps.

“Yes,” I whimper, grinding against him and dropping my mouth down on his for a kiss that is hot, wet, deep and utterly breathtaking.  He bucks up as I grind down and the feeling is
awesome
.

“Kye. 
Yes
. More,” I beg, right before my head drops to the crook of his neck and my tongue darts out to taste that freckle.  He groans.  His hands come up my sides until he reaches the underside of my breast and my breath catches in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, right before his thumbs brush over my hardened buds.  Wet heat floods my undies as my skin burns hot.  I begin to pant.  The friction of his thumbs, his cock hitting my clit
just right
, and his hard body beneath me, is sending me hurtling rapidly toward an orgasm.  My breath hitches and I whimper.  I rock my hips faster, harder, solely focused on using him to get where I desperately need to go.  My body tightens and I latch onto his shoulder, loudly moaning through my release as I shudder above him.

Coming down, my mind begins to clear and my eyes focus.  Mortification threatens to swim to the surface, but my sexual appetite is winning the battle the both are waging.  As good as my orgasm felt, as much as I loved it, I want more.  I
need
more. 

“Kye,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his.  “I need you.”

With his hands on my behind, he pushes me against his hard cock.  “Want you too, babe.”

My hand immediately sneaks between us so I can release him from his jeans, but before I get there, he halts me.

“Not tonight babe.”

My heart sinks and my cheeks heat – and not in the good way.  The bad way.  The embarrassed way.

“Oh, okay,” I whisper, moving off him.

“Hey.  Hey, Kennedy.”

I climb from the bed, intent on making my way to the bathroom where I can hide until he makes his escape in the middle of the dark night.  Never to be seen again.  I don’t get that far though.  He grasps me around my waist and pulls me back until I collide with his front.  Rumbling in my ear, his voice is solid, stern, genuine.

“I want you so bad, Kennedy.”  He accentuates his words by thrusting his hips into my arse so I can feel his still-hard length.  “But the first time I take you, Kennedy, you will not be drunk.  I want you sober, baby, so you can fully enjoy everything I’m going to give to you.  And the next morning, when you wake up, you’ll remember every second of our fucking, because alcohol won’t be clouding your thoughts.  You won’t have to wonder why your pussy is sore, because you’ll know right away the reason is because my cock has been fucking it hard and fast, soft and slow, deep and deliberate.  All. Night. Long.”  He punctuates the last three words with a thrust against me with each one.  My breathing is laboured, my eyes hooded.  My chest rises and falls rapidly with his promises.

“You’re not helping to curb my want,” I whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back, his breath skating across the shell of my ear as his lips begin to suck gently on my lobe.

My breath skitters and my body shudders.

“Kye,” I whimper.

“Lay back down on the bed, baby.  Gonna taste you.  Then I’m gonna go home to a cold shower.”  He gives me a gentle push back toward the bed, and I go gladly.  Lying down on my back, I watch as he stalks toward me, every stride filled with purpose.  When he reaches me, he comes down on top of me, crashing his lips to mine.  I’m so consumed with his kiss, I don’t realize he has undone my jeans until he’s rising up off me to tear them down my legs together with my panties.  I don’t have a moment to think before he grips my shirt near the collar and pulls hard.  Buttons go flying through the air and my eyes widen.

“You could have just undone them,” I mutter.

“Takes too long,” he replies.  Reaching under me, he swiftly divests me of my bra, and then I’m naked, exposed.  One look at his face tells me I have nothing to be worried about.  He palms his cock through his jeans as his burning hot eyes sweep over my nakedness.

He moves between my legs, tossing them effortlessly over his shoulders.  My breath catches as his head lowers.  He nuzzles my belly button with his nose and I begin to pant.  Anticipation runs rampant through my veins.  He drags his lips down over my lower stomach, down further over my pubis until he reaches my sex.  He pauses to softly place one, two kisses on my swollen nub.  I tense, waiting for him to devour me. 

“Kye.”  His name.  One word.  A plea.

He relents.  His mouth closes over my clit and he sucks.  My back arches up off the bed and I cry out, clutching his hair and holding him to me.

He eats me like a starved man feasting.  Like a man who is enjoying his last meal before he is put to death.  Like a man who
loves
pussy.  He licks, sucks, nibbles and nips my tender, wet flesh until I’m squirming on the bed, thrashing as my body contracts in preparation for my release.

“More, more.  I need more,” I whimper. 
I need his cock so badly.
  “Please fuck me, Kye,” I beg.

“No,” he returns, just before he slams two fingers deep inside me.  Curling them upward, he massages the fizzling bundle of nerves on my inner wall and My eyes squeeze shut, my fingers clench around his hair and I cry out his name as my hips desperately thrust against his face and his fingers as I shamelessly, frantically chase the feeling I’m so urgently craving.  Then it happens.

I soar.

Panting, I slowly open my eyes as the shudders start to leave my body.  I release the tight grip I have on his hair just as he begins to kiss the inside of my thigh and work his way up between my legs.  Placing tender kisses on my nipples, he sucks lightly on my neck and then covers my mouth with his.  He tastes of me and of him, and it is a powerful combination.

“You want to clean yourself up a bit or you want to go straight to sleep?” he asks, when he pulls back from his delicious kisses.

“Clean up,” I say softly.

“You go take care of that.  I’m just going to grab a cold drink.”

“Okay.”

After I’ve wiped myself clean and used the toilet, I splash some water on my face and dry it off before walking back out into the kitchen.  Kye is leaning against the bench, his legs crossed at the ankles, his arms resting casually over his chest.  Unable to decide whether I should stand a safe distance away or run to his arms, I ultimately decide to walk right over to and snuggle into his chest.  He opens his arms wide and closes them around me.  Holding me tight.  I place a kiss on his shirt-covered chest and then look up into his eyes.

“Thanks for bringing me home, and for uh…” I trail off, as heat floods my cheeks.

He grins.  “Anytime.  Trust me, babe, the pleasure was all mine.”  He winks.  I roll my eyes.

Leaning in, he kisses my nose.  “Better get going, beautiful,” he says, regret weighing heavily in his tone.

“Okay,” I reply softly, wishing he would stay.  Wishing he would take me back to bed and fulfil the promises he made earlier.

“Later, Kennedy.”

“Later, Kye.” 

He kisses my forehead and then his heat leaves me.  With one final look over his shoulder back at me, he walks through my door, closing it behind him.

If I didn’t know it before, which I did, Kye Austin is swoon-worthy. 
Sigh
.

~*~

Juggling a present in one arm and a tray of mini cupcakes that some of the residents decorated in the other, I make my way down the path to Ava and Jeremy’s front door.  The sound of children giggling and squealing filters around the yard.  The kids must be running under the sprinkler out the back.

“Knock, knock,” I call.

“Hey!  Come on in,” Ava says, rushing to the door and holding it open for me.

“Hey.  Wow, it sounds like there’s a party going on,” I joke, taking in the amount of kids running through the house.  Music is playing and people are talking.  I can hardly hear a thing, but my sister has a contented smile on her face.

“I’ll take these.  Oscar’s present table is over there.  Drink?”

“I’ll grab one after I set this down.”

While I find a spare space on the table for his present, Ava heads out to the back veranda to the food table.  I grab a drink from the kitchen and then follow her out.

“Hi,” I say, walking up to Jules, Edie, and Sienna.

“Hey, Kennedy.  How’s it going?” Sienna asks.

“Good thanks.  It took me almost all week to rid that tequila from my system, though.” I frown.

“Tell me about it,” Jules agrees.  “I’m not as young as I used to be, and my liver likes to make sure I don’t forget it,” she grimaces.

The girls all nod their heads in agreement.

“Ella, baby, be careful.  Don’t pull hair,” Laura says.

“Hey, Laur,” I say with a smile.

“Hi!  How are you?  Oh, I tell you what.  This girl is being a little ratbag,” she says, jumping up to rush off and scoop Ella up.  She had a handful of Haidee’s hair and was tugging it.  I giggle a little and then join in the small talk with the girls.

About an hour later, right before we sing Happy Birthday to Oscar, Kye walks in.  My breath comes to a halt as I take him in.  He is wearing a pair of jeans and a check shirt.  Both are covered in dust and his shirt is slightly ripped.  His face and hands are all dirty and sweaty, and his boots are dusty too, but damn!  He’s never looked better.

All man.

All
mine
.

He comes right to me and I smile up at him from my seat.

“You look like you’ve had a hard day,” I quip dryly.  He smirks, then his lips touch mine.  I swear I hear one of the girls sigh. 

“G’day, Kennedy,” he greets.  I could listen to him talk all day long.  That smooth but rough voice of his is addictive.

Turning his attention to Ava, he says, “Sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay.  We’re just about to do the cake.  You can lead the ‘Hip, hip hoorays’ if you like,” she says with a wink and a grin.

“I’ll leave that to Jer,” Kye responds.

Everyone gathers around and we sing Oscar Happy Birthday.  After, when the kids are all eating their slice of cake, I watch as Kye walks over to Oscar.  They have a chat and Kye scruffs Oscar’s head.  Then he hands him a wrapped gift.  Oscar’s eyes light up and he tears into the paper.  He and his mates cheer when he reveals a full football kit, including boots, socks, shorts and a fully signed Canberra Raiders jersey and football.  Plus, a framed, signed poster and flag.