Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) (28 page)

Jackson felt crazed with the need to bury himself in her welcoming body. He needed to remind himself that she was his and he could take her right now. Without pause, he ran two fingers through her lower lips to find her drenched with her cream, indicating her desperate need to fuck him as well. He thrust both fingers up her tight channel while consuming her mouth again with his. They were both panting with need as he ripped his mouth away from hers and swiftly stood up.

Billie felt a momentary pang of disappointment before he spun her away from him. Her dismay was immediately quelled as she felt cool air hit her bottom as he wrenched her skirts up over her back while he pressed her chest down and into the arm of the couch. There was a popping sound as he ripped his jeans open, causing Billie to close her eyes in anticipation. The only other sound in the room was their uneven, rough breathing and the moans they made as they pleasured each other. She felt the head of his mammoth cock briefly against her flooded pussy and then screamed in pleasure as he plunged roughly and deeply into her depths.

“Fuck. Oh god, baby, I’m sorry but I fucking need to take you and I am not going to be gentle about it.”

“Take me, Jackson. Any way you need to, but please, just take me. I don’t want to wait another second for it,” Billie gasped out.

Without hesitation Jackson ran his hands up to her breasts and cupped them within his hot hands. He began a rough rhythm of plunging almost violently in and all the way out of her dripping depths. She could feel his fingers pinching her nipples painfully, twisting, and releasing. Jackson used his teeth to nip her neck as he kissed and sucked the exposed skin.

He was drowning in the taste and feel of her lush body as he slammed into her again and again. He felt her tighten and moan as he rolled over her sensitive spot. He slid one hand down and began to rub her clit with his callused fingers. His hand’s skin, abrasive from weeks of outside living, brought delicious shards of pleasure to race through her body as his fingers rolled and pinched her nub. His thrusts became so hard that the couch banged into the far wall as he felt her back arch, indicating her impending orgasm.

She suddenly came so fiercely that her channel tightened around his cock like a steel cage. He heard her wail of pleasure as his body, too, fell under its own wave of ecstasy. His hand at her breast clamped down as he lifted his head and ground out his own roars of the most extreme pleasure. His body convulsed as he spurted out his seed against her womb for endless seconds.

She lay there, happily trapped beneath his gargantuan, sweaty body, feeling taken and like she couldn’t catch her own breath. Jackson seemed to be having his own troubles slowing down his ragged breathing as they both descended back down to earth from the pleasurable heights they had attained. Billie felt a feminine sense of fulfillment as she felt his seed run out of her onto her thighs.

Jackson laid his cheek on her back and murmured, “I feel better.”

Billie let out a laugh and answered him. “I’m glad, Jackson.” She turned over her shoulder to smile at him. “I missed you so desperately, honey, but I think you might have just broken me with that hot monkey sex. That was a medically unexplainable amount of pleasure you gave me, Mr. Powell. What the heck was that?”

He felt her shiver as he slid himself out of her flooded pussy and laid the two of them down on her couch while facing each other.

“That was love, baby,” he said without breaking eye contact with her. He saw her blink almost disbelievingly at him so he repeated it again. “Billie, I love you. I cannot believe that I waited this long to give voice to my feelings, but I am in crazy fucking love with you. Every single part of you.”

He heard as Billie let out a gasp and then to Jackson’s horror she broke down into gut-wrenching sobs. He clutched her to his body as she let out a torrent of hot tears against his chest. Not completely sure of what caused her emotional response, he tried to soothe her by running his hand over her back to her ass and then back up again.

Jackson felt Billie take several deep breaths and let out a small laugh as her body obviously reacted deliciously every time he cupped the soft skin of her behind in his grasp.

Jackson figured that he was onto something so he slid her skirts up her thigh. He proceeded to run his hand up the back of one to grasp her at her naked ass and pull her into the loving curve of his groin. They both moaned from the sensation of his still rock-hard cock pressing against her soaked lips. His hand rhythmically squeezed and caressed the soft skin of her cheeks, while his brain struggled to figure out why she was so distraught at his declaration.

“I am so–sor–sorry, Jackson,” she said through her tears. “I just need a moment to calm down. You said that you loved me. I cannot believe it. Please say it again.”

Jackson looked down at her tenderly and repeated it. “Baby, I am so deeply in love with you. You had better love me, too, because there is no way I am going to live this down at Sunday dinners if you don’t. My heart would be broken into a million pieces and the boys would torture me with it until the end of time or when my mother killed them.”

Billie again let out a small laugh and smiled up into his adoring face. “I have to tell you the truth, Jackson.” She felt him tense up momentarily. “I struggled with my feelings for a long time but not because of what you might think. We both have confessed before that we were falling for each other. I am so sorry I lied to you. I wasn’t falling Jackson. When I fell from the roof the day we met, I know in the depths of my soul that I fell for you then. I was in love with you from that first day. Contrary to all my previous experiences and considering the limitation of my feelings in my marriage to Matthew, I was completely and overwhelmingly in love with you from the start. I tried to ignore it and fight it off, but you Powell men are so overpowering. I love you. I love you with all my heart.”

Jackson hugged her tightly to his chest and kissed the top of her head. They lay there like that for quite a while, savoring the glow of newly exchanged love. They both were running their hands over each other’s bodies with the newfound certainty of each other’s feelings. Jackson whispered firmly his favorite word into Billie’s ear. “Mine.” As always, she felt her pussy tighten in response to blatant communication of his ownership. It might be considered sexist, archaic, or machismo but Billie didn’t care. She loved the idea of belonging to Jackson. In fact, now that their personal confessions were out of the way and he didn’t have to ever leave her until next calving season, she wished it were forever.

As though he read her mind, he said, “Mine, baby. You are all mine.”

Billie looked up into his eyes and saw the dark, predatory mood start to emanate from his facial expression. He looked at her with a possessive gleam and a devilish grin.

Billie suddenly felt a little overly possessive herself and decided that she wanted to mark her territory in the most primitive way possible.

Jackson watched her as Billie narrowed her own gaze, allowing Jackson to watch as she slid off the couch onto the floor in front of him. On her knees, she moved in front of his rock-hard six-pack abs that were currently concealed by his sweater. She ran her gaze over him, from the top of his head to his cable-knit-covered chest. She licked her lips in anticipation as she visually took in his again hardened cock that rose deliciously from his unzipped jeans to pulse against his lower belly. Her eyes drifted down to his steely muscled thighs and calves back up again to meet his gaze.

As though he realized her intent, Jackson laid his head down, never letting his sensual gaze leave her face. With her lower lip plumped out in invitation, Billie leaned over him and blew a light breath over his erection. She watched in fascination as it responded by pulsing up for a moment in response. This time she blew on it again, following it with running the tip of her tongue around the head down to the base. She heard his soft groan as he communicated his enjoyment. Billie grew bolder and decidedly needier as she looked momentarily once more into his heated eyes before sucking him into her hot, warm mouth at the way to the root. She felt as his hips flexed up, aiding his cock’s descent into heaven. She began to lick and suck him in the way that she knew drove him crazy with lust as she started to twist her soft hand up and down his shaft in a twisting motion.

Jackson felt the pleasure of her tongue and hot lips slide over him as she attended to his cock. He knew she was acknowledging his ownership of her when he said “mine.” It made more blood surge to his already weeping erection and his arrogance swell. She was his and he knew that he wasn’t the only one who thought that was perfect. He shut his eyes as she rolled her tongue underneath the sensitive head and felt the tightening of his sac. She must have felt the change, too, because she began a deep sucking motion, forcing the full length of his cock against the back of her throat. He threaded his fingers through her hair to hold her head in place as he took over thrusting roughly into her welcoming mouth. His body suddenly felt like it was being stabbed with a hot, pleasurable knife as electric pulses of pleasure rocketed through him as he ejaculated streams of cum down her gorgeous throat. He heard himself growl out his pleasure as it bounced off the walls of her office. He met her gaze again, this time his eyes softened in the wake of his intense satisfaction. He pulled her up to him, laying soft kisses over her face and neck.

She lay contentedly in his arms for another twenty minutes before he pulled her up, after straightening both of their clothes. He sincerely hoped no one had been near her office when he had come in her mouth. If someone was near, he knew he had been so loud, they would have assuredly heard from outside. He walked with her, arm in arm, out of the office and into her SUV. Jackson drove them out to her house, ignoring the raunchy texts that everyone was sending him that were wondering sarcastically where he was. Even Hunter and Brody were tormenting them, when they were usually the voice of reason. Well, maybe not Hunter, as he rarely used his voice at all.

Throughout the long night, Jackson pledged his love, not only in words but with his body, again and again to Billie. The shower and bathtub had been the scene of further erotic intimacies until just before dawn. Billie had passed out into another pleasure-induced coma. Jackson lay on her sumptuous bed with her clasped in his arms. He, too, was so tired from the many round of vigorous lovemaking, but couldn’t stop reveling in the happiness that she loved him like he loved her. He had even let Madison sleep on the end of the bed, such a joyous mood was he in. Damn, but her dog took up a lot of the bed. He would just have to hold his love while they slept. It was a job he hoped he would be assigned for the rest of their lives and one that he would relish.

Billie woke to beautiful streams of sunlight drifting through her windows. As she stretched and sat up, she was chagrined to realize that she was sore in places and muscles she was unaware she even had. Flashes of yesterday ran deliciously through her vision. It was mostly a blur of their twining tongues and limbs mixed with thrusts and sighs. Billie supposed she must look like the sex goddess that she felt like. Her hair was hopelessly tangled as were the sheets on her bed. Jackson had left another note on his pillow telling her that he would be home for dinner and that he probably would not be able to concentrate today seeing as how his last twelve hours had been a lesson in pleasure and stamina. Billie let out a giggle at the thought that perhaps she had worn out her cowboy. It was a very pleasant memory and one that she hoped to repeat with him again tonight. Her cell phone beeped that a message was coming in. Rolling on her side, Billie propped herself up on an elbow and looked at the screen.

Needed at the office. Got a problem patient here. Julia

Hmm. She looked up from the screen and wondered why Julia was at the office today. They were closed for the next two days. Billie had been looking forward to a relaxing hot bath and making dinner for Jackson. Oh well, she could go into the office, pick up Zeus, and still come home with enough time to make something yummy for her stud service.

That made Billie laugh. Jackson might not appreciate being compared to a huge bull, but he sure would make the sweetest babies. Where the heck the baby thought had come from, Billie had no idea but it definitely had her thinking. If he asked her to marry him, would she do it immediately and if so, would they have children? Billie loved children but with Matthews’s illness and the move, she had just supposed it wasn’t meant to be for her. It gave her something to think about.

A call to both the office and Julia’s cell went unanswered. Billie figured that she must be taking care of office stuff or the patient, as Julia usually could multitask pretty darn well. Perhaps she might lose her award-winning composure if there was a mini Jackson running around her desk, Billie thought amusedly. After a quick shower, Billie jumped into her SUV and drove into town with a silly smile on her face. As she parked herself in front of her office, she quickly texted Maddy to let her know that she would be in to pick up her big baby after taking care of a patient. Maddy was proving herself to be true kindred spirit, quietness and all. Billie read her wiseass comeback with a chuckle. She wanted to know if Billie meant the dog or Jackson. Billie laughed to herself. That woman was showing that she was really kind of funny, once she began coming out of her shell. There was way more of Madelyne Daniels than met the eye.

After jumping out of her car, Billie walked up to her front door and was confused as to why it was locked. Did Julia just send the patient onto the hospital without calling her to let her know? That wasn’t like her at all. Billie suddenly gave a start as she felt a rough hand pull her back against a hard body. It was a smelly body that was in desperate need a shower. She felt her breath catch as something very sharp was placed directly against her side as the fetid breath of whoever owned the stink assailed her senses.