How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (16 page)

“You
make me tingle,” she admitted. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was
the beginning. Up until now Cato had endured a lonely existence. Now she was
ready to experience whatever life had to offer. Even being hurt would be better
than never knowing what it was like to love and be loved. “Kiss me, Heath,” she
begged.

“My
pleasure.” He wrapped her in his embrace and crashed their lips together. The
sweetness of her mouth sent spikes of lust to his loins and Heath felt himself
grow harder despite the cool water they were immersed in. Cato whimpered and
the sound was a solace to Heath. Her hands found his face, moving slowly,
caressing him with gentle touches. She explored, soothing her fingers over his
cheek, weaving them in his hair. Heath realized she was petting him, gentling
him—taming him. He didn’t mind, because she responded wholeheartedly. Heath
loved it. He cupped her face and kissed Cato with tenderness, sucking at her
lips, letting his tongue mate with hers. “You taste so good,” he whispered
against her mouth.

“What
did you say?” she asked, panting. “I couldn’t see.”

Heath
felt a pang of sorrow. He’d give everything he had to make it so she could hear
again. “I said you taste good, baby.” He stared into her face. Her eyes were
huge and dilated, staring at him with trust shining in their depths. Her lower
lip was rosy and swollen from his kisses. He reached out and licked its
plumpness, loving how she trembled in his arms. This woman was going to be
dynamite in bed. He couldn’t wait.

“I’ve
never felt like this,” she admitted. “I’ve fantasized. I’ve masturbated,” she
blushed, “as you well know.”

“Fuck,
yeah,” Heath moaned, kissing the inside of her wrist as she smoothed her hand
over his damp cheek. “I want to see you do it again with me in the room and
when you finish, I’m going to bury myself as deep inside of you as I can get.”

Cato
closed her eyes, as if she was relishing the thought. But she didn’t keep them
closed long and when she opened them, she gave him a smile bright as the
noonday sun. “Let’s do everything together. I want to try every position you
can think of.”

Heath
was fully on board. “Starting tonight.” To say he was looking forward to this
fling was an understatement. Cato was incredible. She was wide open to him,
utterly vulnerable and unmasked, and he couldn’t wait to learn everything about
her he could—starting with how her nipples tasted. “Can I take off your top?”

Looking
around, she asked, “We’re alone here, no chance of being seen. Right?”

“Completely
alone. The others were headed to a stream closer to the ranch. I went in the
opposite direction.” Seeing her acceptance, he slid his hands behind her and
pulled on the clasp.

“I
wish I were smaller.”

Her
words didn’t register for a second and Heath froze when he saw how unsure she
looked. “Smaller?”

“I’m
too big.”

“Honey,
that’s like saying you have too much money or chocolate or cheese—it’s just not
possible.”

Cato
knew he didn’t understand that she meant all of her, not just her chest. But if
the way he was staring at her was any indication, he liked what he saw. She
felt the blush in her cheeks deepen as he lifted her up so that her breasts
were even with his face.

“Just
look at you, baby.” Heath had appreciated her body last night, but this was
different. “I love your breasts, they’re so sexy,” he confessed as he put a
hand on either side of the plump, coral tipped tits and pushed them together,
rubbing his face against them.  Cato’s breath hitched in her throat as he
filled his hands with their weight. “You are so soft,” he murmured as he rolled
the hard little nipples between his fingers.  

“Can
I tell you something?” she whispered.

“Anything,”
he answered, looking up so she could see.

“I’d
love for you to suck me. I’ve dreamed of that.”

Cato
watched as he flashed her a wicked grin, lowered his head and began worshiping
at her breasts. He nuzzled and kissed, making his way around the nipple but not
touching it, frustrating her to no end. “Heath…” she admonished and he
chuckled, she presumed because she felt his hot breath on her anxious flesh.
“Please?”

Her
request must have worked for he took one of her nipples in his mouth and she
gasped at the sensation. Slow, dragging kisses—long pulls at the tender
points—Cato felt herself being swept into a riptide of erotic ecstasy. He
licked and kissed her tits like he was consuming a piece of delicious fruit and
he didn’t want to miss a drop of the succulent sweetness. Clasping her breast
in both hands, he lifted it and swirled his tongue around and around as Cato
swooned at the pleasure. Her pussy was aching and throbbing. She let her head
drop back and gave herself over to the sheer bliss of Heath’s mouth on her
nipple. “You’re driving me mad.” She panted.

Heath
understood what she needed. Dipping one hand beneath the water, he slid it
between her legs and cupped her vulva. One touch and she splintered, gasping
and crying out his name. “Heath, my God!”

He
wanted more. He needed more. “Come here.” Heath gave her no time to recover.
With powerful arms, he lifted her until she was lying over the top of the tube
with her legs dangling over the side and he wasted no time in pulling her
bikini bottoms off.

“What?”
she asked in a daze. She was naked, completely bare to the elements and to
Heath’s intense gaze. Thank God, she was draped over the inner tube and her
overly large bottom was out of sight.

“I
need you, Cato.” Heath was shaking, muscles tensed, heart thundering. God, he
was delirious with need. Spreading her legs, he moved between them. His face
was just inches from the creaminess of her thighs and the tangle of dark curls
which veiled her sex. Heath could see it all, every detail, the soft ringlets,
the pink folds, the cleft of her labia. Cato was watching him, her eyes wide
and round. He placed one gentle kiss on her bend of her knee and set her leg on
his shoulder. All the while, he was watching her reaction. This was new to her
and he was grateful to be the one to show her what loving could be like. “You
are so pretty. I don’t know where to start,” he told her as he shifted her
other leg up on the opposite shoulder.

Her
mouth was slightly open and her whole face was a mirror of her emotions. Her
lips were quivering. “I’m going to like this, aren’t I?”

He
stared, transfixed at the sight of her. “You’re going to love it. You’re going
to become so addicted to it that you’ll beg me to go down on you.” Her eyes
widened at his words. She looked like an angel. The sun was behind her, making
her hair shine like a heavenly aureole. Trailing his fingers over the
glistening pink folds of her pussy, he was pleased to find how creamy wet she was,
so silky and soft to the touch. And God, she smelled so good. “Hold on, baby,”
he warned her as he buried his face in the warm valley of her sex. This was
something Heath was good at, and he knew it. Pleasing a woman in this way
turned him on, made him ravenous. He licked and kissed while she writhed
beneath the luxurious lash of his hungry tongue.

“I
never knew!” she whimpered as her hips bucked in his hands. Heath held her
still, forced her to accept more and more. He adored the helpless cry of pleasure
she made as he sucked the swollen button of her clit into his mouth. “I’m going
to come again,” she groaned, arching her back and clawing at the rubber inner
tube.

“Come
for me, vixen,” Heath spoke against her pulsing bud before he sucked it into
his mouth once more. She couldn’t hear his words, but she would obey him just
the same. Taking two fingers, he pushed them up inside of her, rubbing her
G-spot as he licked and lapped at her clitoris. He was in no rush, thorough and
relentless. He coaxed her into another climax, sending her over the top and
flying out into a maelstrom of pure pleasure. She shook and convulsed as he ate
between her legs. Heath felt like a conquering hero, drinking in the pleasure
which had left her pulsing with hot, uncontrollable ripples of bliss.

Lifting
his head, he wiped his mouth and drank in the sight of her lying
there—beautifully flushed, her succulent tits rising and falling with every
breath. Kissing her knee, he was about to suggest they head back to the house.
This was her first time and she deserved for it to be done right and he needed
her under him, in his bed. His cock was screaming with the need to bury itself
where his tongue had just been.

“Found
you!”

Heath
turned to see the whole crew parking and piling out of their vehicles. Jimmy
led the way. Damn, he helped Cato find her bikini top and bottom which was
slung over the side of the tube. “Hold on,
Dushku
!”

Jimmy
held up his hand, stopping the parade of celebrities and friends who were about
to enter their personal space. “Are we interrupting something?” The mischievous
tone in his voice let Heath know Jimmy knew exactly what had gone on.

“Paybacks
are hell, Jimmy!” he promised, but the whole crew was laughing it up at his
expense.

“I
guess our private fun is over,” Cato lamented.

Dipping
his head for a quick kiss, he promised, “Just wait till we get home. This was
just an appetizer.”

Cato’s
heart rate sped up. “Good, because I’m starving. I’ve been on a sex-free diet
long enough.”     

CHAPTER SEVEN

            “Shouldn’t
you be with your guests?” Cato asked, breathlessly, as she stood across from
Heath. They were in his room, she on one side of his huge bed and he on the
other. The predatory look in his eye made her shiver. Pepper had met them at
the back door with towels and she hadn’t missed the fact that things had
obviously changed between Cato and her brother and she had let her pleasure be
known.

“We’re
sharing the hosting responsibilities,” he drawled. “My family is taking care of
everyone else and I’m taking care of you.” He held out his hand. “Let’s wash
the river water off in the shower.”

“Just
a shower?” Cato pretended to be disappointed.

“What
do you think?” Heath winked at her. “After what we did on top of that tube, I
can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”

Cato
felt a flutter of apprehension in her middle. Being with Heath was something
she wanted so much, yet now that the moment had arrived, she was nervous. “Me
neither.”

Heath
laughed. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic, sugar.” Okay, something was wrong.
Walking over to her, he sat down on the bed, took her hands in his and drew her
forward. Holding her gaze, he lifted one hand slowly to his mouth and tenderly
kissed the palm, licking the sensitive center. When she visibly shuddered, he
opened his legs wider and pulled her down to sit on one of his knees. “What’s
the matter? Have you changed your mind?” As Heath waited for her answer, he
realized how much he would regret it if she had decided this wasn’t what she
wanted, if she had decided
he
wasn’t what she wanted.

“No,
no,” she assured him, “I want to be with you very much.” She gave him a
tentative smile. “It’s just…”

Heath
pushed her hair back and kissed the exposed curve of her neck. “Just what?”

Cato
didn’t know what to say. Telling him what she was concerned about seemed so
silly in light of her actions since they’d met. “Let me up, I’m too heavy to
sit on you like this.”

“Nonsense,
you’re just a little bit of a thing.” Jesus, she was soft. He gave into his
craving and rubbed his face against her skin, burying his head into the curve
of her shoulder. When she didn’t answer, he moved back so he was in her line of
vision. “How do you keep your skin so silky?”

That
she could tell him. “Honey and body butter.”

Both
sounded delicious to him, especially licked off of her delectable body. “Now
finish your sentence, you want to be with me, it’s just what?”

Dang,
he was going to push it. She grasped his hand and held on tight. “I’m
embarrassed to say this after I’ve come on to you like I have…but I’m a little
scared.”

He
thought that might be it, but he wanted to fully understand. “Scared of what?
You have to know I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.”

Cato
placed a hand on the side of his face. “I know that. Part of it is your size.”
She glanced down and he knew she wasn’t talking about his height or weight, she
was worried about his cock.

“Your
first time should be special and I intend to make sure that it is.” His own attitude
surprised him, but that was the way he felt. “By the time I make you mine, I
can assure you there will be nothing you want more.”

Cato’s
breath caught in her chest. He sounded so possessive and she knew he didn’t
mean anything romantic. Heath had made that emphatically clear. She had to
remember the rules of the game they were playing. “I don’t doubt that and I
expect it to hurt a little bit. It will be worth it.” She picked up the
bedspread and twisted it nervously in her hand. “I just don’t want to
disappoint you.”

“Not
a chance, babe.” Heath didn’t know how to explain to the woman that just
touching her was reward enough. Being with her was going to be absolute pure
rapture. “I tell you what, you go take a shower and think about how good this
is going to be and let me go out and collect a few things to set the mood. I’ll
shower in one of the guest rooms and be right back.”

“Don’t
let me run you out of your room, I can go back to my own, it’s just next door.”
She started to get up.

“Nope,
I have you in my lair and I don’t want you to leave. Possession is nine tenths
of the law, remember?” He tapped her on the end of the nose.

His
sincerity made her smile. Heath was far sweeter than she’d ever expected him to
be and she was thrilled. “I’m not sure that particular rule is applicable, it’s
more like ‘location, location, location’.”

“You
got it, location is important. I have you in my room and soon I’ll have you in
my bed.” He helped her up. “So, you go get comfortable and start thinking about
how good we’re going to be together.” Heath stood and kissed her hard and
thoroughly, then pointed her toward the shower. “Let me show you where
everything is, then I’ll go get my surprises.”

Cato
didn’t have a clue what he was up to, but she trusted him. As she followed him
from the bed to the attached bathroom, Cato couldn’t help but study her
surroundings, enjoying being in his domain. “Your suite is amazing.” Like the
rest of the house, the furnishings and décor was tastefully done. Here,
however, she could see Heath himself reflected in the choices. The wood was
heavier and darker and he had big leather recliners instead of settees. One
wall was just pictures. “Wait,” she stopped in her tracks, “I want to see.”

“You
want to take time to look at pictures while I’m sporting a hard-on as big as a
two-by-four?”

Cato
snorted, feeling better and more confident. “Good things come to those who
wait.”

“Speaks
the woman who has had two orgasms already today.”

“Yea,
I have.” She beamed. “I fear sex is going to be like talking, once I got the
chance to speak out loud, I haven’t hushed since. I’ll probably become a
nympho.”  

Pulling
her to him, her back to his front, Heath tilted her head up and took another opportunity
to kiss her, an action which was fast becoming a habit. “You as a nympho is an
idea I could get behind.” He nudged her rear with his erection. “But what do
you mean about the talking?”    

Cato
hesitated. She hadn’t meant to reveal so much. After all, they were only having
a fling. For a moment she studied the photos before her. Heath and his family
were displayed in ways which spoke of their closeness and their camaraderie.
There were also clues to Heath himself among the pictures and Cato took note of
that and promised herself to study them more later. She might get some ideas of
things he would enjoy doing. Surprisingly, Cato was looking forward to planning
some dates for them.

“Cato?”
Heath asked again, sensing this was important. Turning her in his arms, he
waited.

Being
honest with people about how her mother had treated her was not the most
pleasant thing in the world. She didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for her,
especially Heath. The image she wanted him to have of her was that of a strong,
independent, sexy woman. But that honesty thing kept getting in the way.
Dropping her gaze, she told him of her ordeal. “I came down with meningitis
when I was eleven and lost my hearing in a matter of weeks because of a fever
the doctors couldn’t bring down before the damage was done.”

“I’m
so sorry.” He caressed her cheek, letting his thumb move down to tug on her
lower lip. “I wish I could change things for you.”

She
shook her head. “Don’t be. I’ve adjusted pretty well, I think.” A frown marred
her features. “My mother’s reaction to my disability was harder than losing my
hearing.” At his quizzical expressions, she explained. “When a person goes
deaf, the natural inclination is for them to speak louder and I guess I do. And
when you can’t hear what you’re saying, sometimes the inflections and
pronunciations of words aren’t exactly correct.” Heath listened without
interrupting her. “She wouldn’t let me talk. My mother forbid me from
speaking.”

Heath’s
heart went out to Cato. “Hell! Why would she do that?”

Cato
wiped a lone tear from her eye. “She was ashamed of me. She said I sounded
retarded and I embarrassed her.”

He
cupped her chin, his heart hurting for her. What kind of mother would do
something like that? “Hell, that’s just stupid. I’m so sorry. I can understand
you fine.”

Cato
smiled, wishing she could believe him. “My mother was a beautiful woman, an
accomplished woman. She won pageants and her looks never really faded. She was
slim and elegant up until she got sick.” Cato hung her head. “I was nothing to
brag about. I must look like my dad.” She sighed, taking his hand and weaving
their fingers together as if it gave her strength. “When I was younger, I took
voice lessons and mother hoped I would shine in that way, but my deafness stole
that dream.”

“I
would love to hear you sing.”

Cato
groaned and covered her eyes. “I’m sure I’ve forgotten the tunes by now. I’d
just caterwaul.”

Heath
was about to comment, he wanted to tell her that he didn’t care. Cato spoke up
and continued before he could begin. “My first cousin Tessa saved me. When I
was over at her house, I would talk up a storm, make up for lost time, I guess.
She and her mother helped me with phonetics and learning new words so I
wouldn’t be stuck with a sixth grade verbal vocabulary.”

“Well,
I consider you to be brilliantly bilingual.” He assured her. “You can speak and
sign. There’s nothing wrong with your voice and there’s certainly nothing wrong
with your body—you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” He kissed her on the lips, determined
to show her how perfect he thought she was. “And look, I remember what you
taught me.” He started making the sign for sex over and over again.

Relieved,
she let out a long breath, feeling better. Cato giggled. “I’ll have to teach
you more words. You’re sounding like a broken record.” She watched him gather
her a towel and adjust the water in the big shower.

“There
you go, you’re all set.”

“Okay,
thank you, I’ll hurry. After all, we have a torrid affair to get off the
ground.” For a second or two, she stood, gazing at the door he’d just walked
through. Being here with him was so surreal. Yet, this was exactly what she
wanted. God, she hoped he didn’t look back on this one day and regret she’d
bulldozed him into this situation. Shaking her head to dispel her doubt, she stepped
into the shower.

Quickly
she soaped up, washed herself and rinsed. Spying a disposable razor, she did
some spiffing up, wanting to be as smooth and pleasing to him as possible. She
had no more than gotten out, dried off and redressed in the lace cover-up that
she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Cato realized Heath had
returned with his arms loaded. She gasped when she saw all that he was
carrying: champagne, flutes to drink it out of, and candles. He also had a
small paper bag with the logo of
Bed, Bath and Beyond
on it. Oh my
goodness. Now, she knew what he had been up to. Heath was setting the mood for
them to make love. Her heart fluttered, he was being romantic! “For me?”

“All
for you.” He nodded, as he dimmed the lights and prepared the candles. “I
raided my sister’s bathroom too, but I’ll confess that sin later.”

“No,
now. What did you get?” She started to open the bag.

Snatching
it back, he shook his finger at her. “Uh, uh, that’s for me to know and you to
find out.” She pouted a little, but he made her smile when he said, “Now I’ll
pour our champagne.”

“I’ve
never tasted champagne.” She stood close by as he filled one of the flutes and
handed it to her. Taking a sip, she giggled a tiny bit as the bubbles tickled
her nose. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Well,
I decided it would be nice.” As Heath drank his glass of Dom
Perignon
, he realized Cato had no idea what she was
drinking and he didn’t care. She seemed to appreciate him and not what he could
give her. She looked so happy, Heath hoped he wasn’t going too far. He had no
intention of giving Cato the impression he wanted more than the sexual liaison
they’d agreed to, but he also didn’t want to cheat her out of the attention and
affection a beautiful woman deserved when she was generous enough to share
herself with a man. “Sit down here, gorgeous, while I light the candles.”

“Candlelight,
how thoughtful.” Cato was torn. She would be able to see his lips and he would
be able to see her body.

“I
don’t want it to be dark. Looking at you brings me pleasure.”

Cato
blushed. “I want to look at you too.” Heath felt himself harden at the way her
eyes moved over his body. Then she said something that surprised him. “After I
went deaf, I hated the dark because it felt like I had been shut in a box with
no sound and no sight. This way I’ll know if you say something to me.” She met
his gaze. “I don’t want to miss a thing.”

Heath
felt his heart stir. Standing, he took her now empty glass. “Don’t worry, as
long as I’m around, I’ll make sure you’re never in the dark. Or if you are, I
promise to rescue you, how’s that?”

“Sounds
good to me.”

Letting
a hand glide up her thigh and under the wrap she wore, he relished the tactile
enjoyment he felt touching her. “I want you.”  

Cato
was enchanted by the look on his face, he was staring at her with undisguised
hunger and it made her dizzy with desire. “I want you more, I think.”

“I
doubt that.” His whole body was shaking with the need to possess her and make
her his, but she was a virgin and he wanted to do everything just right. This
was unknown territory for him, he’d never been someone’s first. Even Amy,
perfect Amy, had lovers in college. The mere thought of his ex-fiancée caused
bile to rise in his throat—now was not the time. Cato was his focus. Taking
someone’s virginity was a huge responsibility and Heath was determined to have
her mindless with ecstasy before he took her. Nothing else would do. “Ready to
go to bed, sweetheart?” He ran his hands up her arms, ending to frame her face.
“I need you so much.” He felt her tremble as he kissed her eyelids, one by one.
“I’m aching for you.” Slipping his hands under the wrap, he skimmed it over her
head, then he swallowed hard as he saw her unclothed once more.