The Cowboy and the Cougar (5 page)

Chapter Seven

She had the world’s sexiest nipples. Jack couldn’t get enough of Holly’s breasts—their full, round shape, their soft flesh and especially those amazing rosy nipples that fit so well between his lips. They were smooth as satin beneath his fingers and tongue, and they tasted like sweet cream. He’d never known a woman’s nipples to have a flavor, but Holly’s did.

He couldn’t wait to get inside her hot body that gripped his cock like no other. He hadn’t had sex since the night they were together. Sure, he’d had the chance, but he hadn’t wanted to. Strange, but Holly had gotten under his skin that night and when he’d stood before her art class, naked as the day he was born, both joy and anger had seized him—joy that he’d found her and anger that she hadn’t wanted him past that one night.

She was hiding something. That much was clear. At this particular moment, though, he didn’t much care what it was. He burned for her and he was going to have her.

She writhed under him as he licked her nipples, sucked them, bit them. She liked her nipples bitten hard, his Holly, and he was happy to oblige. He trailed his fingers over her soft belly and entwined them through her dark thatch of curls. Nearly black, they were a few shades darker than her long mahogany hair. Why that turned him on, he couldn’t say, but he itched to inhale their muskiness, to sink his tongue into the moist folds they hid. He sifted through the curls to find her swollen clit and he rubbed it as he continued to tug on her nipple.

"God, Jack," she moaned. "Please."

He released the tight bud and smiled. "What, sugar?"

"It feels so good. Put your fingers in me, Jack. Please."

Never one to deny a lady, he inserted two fingers into her hot, wet channel. She clamped around him like a vise and he nearly lost his load right there. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.

He glided in and out of her, enjoying the tight suction of her walls around his fingers. Twisting his hands, he massaged her G-spot and she arched upward. His forearm tensed as he added a third finger, stretching her willing flesh for his hard cock.

He couldn’t take much more, but first he needed to taste her. He unclamped his lips from her gorgeous nipple and let his tongue travel over the round flesh of her breast, down her silky belly and through the pretty dark curls.

He lapped at her folds, the honey and spice a pleasure to savor, as he continued to finger fuck her. She writhed and moaned, sweet symphony to his ears, and he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.

"Yes, Jack, yes!" she rasped, her voice low with desire.

Her walls spasmed, milking his fingers with their sweet contractions. When the convulsions slowed, he sucked her clit and made her come again, just for the sheer pleasure of hearing her moan his name.

"Jack."

Not cowboy. Jack. How sweet the sound from her pink lips.

"Fuck me now, Jack," she said, "please."

Removing his fingers from her took effort, but knowing he’d replace them with his cock made it worthwhile. With haste, he found his jeans crumpled on the floor and withdrew a condom from the pocket. In seconds he sheathed himself and returned to Holly’s bed.

He lay next to her and touched his lips to hers, slowly tracing them with his tongue. He loved to kiss a woman after he’d gone down on her. He had no idea why, but shoving his tongue coated with female musk into her mouth never failed to get him going. Of course, he was horny already but when Holly opened for his kiss and he fed her a taste of her own juices, a spike of intense heat hit him low in the gut.

He caressed her smooth skin, trailing his fingers along her back to the soft curve of her bottom. She had a great ass, just plump enough. He squeezed a firm globe of flesh and a rumble escaped low in his throat. He had to have her. Now.

Still cupping her backside, he glided on top of her and slid himself snugly between her welcoming thighs. He thrust inside and the breathy sigh from Holly warmed his neck and made his skin prickle. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed immobile for a moment, letting himself sink into her tightness. His body was ablaze—hard, hot and filled with lust—yet he needed this closeness, this chance to consume her completely, before he began pumping into her.

Holly had other ideas. She rocked her hips against his and tiny tremors shook his cock. He withdrew slowly then plunged back into her depths. Ah, how her tight suction gripped him, moved him. He thrust into her again and once more. He wanted to give her more, but he was so close. His body ached for release. The slender length of her legs cushioned his pistoning hips and he groaned when her walls clenched around his rock-hard shaft. She was coming, thank God. He let himself go and the vibrations began in his balls as they tightened against his flesh, then traveled through his cock in tiny jerks.

"Holly, sugar," he gasped and spilled into her warmth.

She clutched his ass, pushing him farther into her as he came with violent jolt after jolt of heavenly pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

When his body finally relaxed, she caressed his back, murmuring unintelligible words against his neck. He kissed her sweat-dampened forehead and rolled to his side. His cock, still hard, slid out of her.

"Jack," she said.

"Hmm?" He flung his arm over his forehead. His breathing was unsteady.

"That was amazing."

He couldn’t help but smile. Hell, yeah, it had been amazing. He pulled the soiled condom from his penis and disposed of it in the wastebasket next to her nightstand.
 
He turned to her, her beautiful face glowing with the sheen of perspiration.

"It was goddamn fucking amazing, sugar. The best I’ve had in years. Maybe ever."

Her smile illuminated her beauty. Had he reached her? Would she give him a chance now?

"Come here," he said and she scooted into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her close. "Sleep now. You’re gonna need it."

* * * *

Holly couldn’t sleep. Jack’s hard body snuggled up to her felt so good.
 
Why couldn’t her life have turned out differently?

Why couldn’t he have been born ten years earlier and already had all the kids he wanted?

Face it, Holly. No matter how you slice it, this wasn’t meant to be.

She disentangled herself from his muscular limbs and padded out to the kitchen for a glass of water. If only he weren’t so sexy, so handsome. But his looks and charisma weren’t what had her so shaken. It was him. Jack. Sure, he had a gorgeous face, an amazing body—but that was superficial. What she loved about him was his kindness, his persistence, his nurturing personality.

Holly’s glass clattered to the bottom of the stainless steel sink. Luckily it didn’t break, and she hoped the noise didn’t wake Jack.

Shit. Had she just thought the word "loved" about Jack?

God, Holly, you so can’t go there
.

Heart-stopping sex does not equal love.

Hands shaking, she retrieved her glass, filled it with cold water, and gulped it down, then splashed the still-running water on her face. She reached for her dishtowel and rubbed the wetness from her skin.

She’d spent two nights with the man. Had two dates with him, if you counted the coffee date yesterday morning. She couldn’t possibly be in love.

Her pulse raced. She was more than a little freaked out. He was too young for her, that was for sure, and there were definitely other reasons he wouldn’t want her. Damn—how could she love him? What a perfect setup for heartbreak and that she did not need.

With a huff, she strode to the extra bedroom that housed her computer. She sat down and typed "older woman/younger man" into the search engine bar.

Over a million hits!

Apparently she wasn’t the only woman who had the hots for a younger man.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she began clicking. Lots of information surfaced and she skimmed it, but when she stumbled into a chatroom called "The Cougar Club" she had to take a closer look. Maybe these ladies would understand her dilemma. Surely one of them might have a similar issue.

She created an account under the name HollyGolightly—not original but she couldn’t think of anything else at
midnight
—and logged in. Music jingled, indicating a post.

Cublover:
Hi Holly!

GoodtimeCharlene:
Evening, Holly.

MrsRobinson:
Hey there, Holly! Welcome!

Should she lurk? Only these three were in the chatroom besides her. She’d be very conspicuous if she lurked.

She’d log out. This had been a mistake. She was no cougar. Jack wasn’t a cub. It wasn’t going to work out anyway, due to circumstances way more important than their respective ages. Her mouse was poised over the logout link when the jingle sounded again.

Cublover:
Welcome to the Cougar Club. Is there anything we can help you with tonight, Holly?

Just click, Holly, just click.

As seconds passed, she knew she wouldn’t leave the chatroom, but she didn’t chat, either.

MrsRobinson:
Or just feel free to lurk if you’re more comfortable with that. Charlene was just telling us about breaking up with her latest.

GoodtimeCharlene:
Yeah, it didn’t work out this time. My first foray into cougardom. But I enjoyed his stamina.

Should she? Why not?

HollyGolightly:
If you don’t mind my asking, why didn’t it work out?

GoodtimeCharlene:
Not at all. He’s only thirty-five, and he wasn’t ready to give up the dream of a white picket fence and a houseful of rugrats.

Holly’s heart sank. Jack was six years younger than Charlene’s "cub."

Cublover:
And you’re not willing to talk about this?

GoodtimeCharlene:
Hell, no. Been there, done that. I’m done being the soccer mom. My children are in college.

MrsRobinson:
If he loves you, he’ll be willing to compromise.

GoodtimeCharlene:
What compromise is there? He wants a child of his own. I already have children of my own, and my child-bearing years are rapidly coming to an end. I just don’t want to do it all again.

Cublover:
Understandable.

MrsRobinson:
Never say never. There’s always a compromise available.

Cublover:
I’m not sure there is, Megan. Children can be an issue that ends a cougar/cub relationship. I’ve seen it happen too many times.

MrsRobinson:
Katherine, I don’t want to sound all Pollyanna, but if they love each other, they can work it out.

Holly made a mental note—Cublover was Katherine and MrsRobinson was Megan. She wondered how old they were.

GoodtimeCharlene:
I have to side with Katherine on this one, Megan. I just don’t think there’s a future with Bob. Yeah, I love him, but he’s not willing to give up his dream of being a parent and I have to respect that. If I were twenty years younger, it would be my dream too.

A lead ball dropped to Holly’s stomach. It all came down to children for Charlene and Bob. That part of Charlene’s life was over, but it hadn’t yet begun for Bob. Children were the issue. And of course they were. They’d been Holly’s dream, too.

HollyGolightly:
If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you, Charlene?

GoodtimeCharlene:
Don’t mind at all. I’m forty-seven. How old are you?

HollyGolightly:
Forty.

MrsRobinson:
I’m fifty.

Cublover:
Me too. How old is your cub, Holly?

Her cub? Jack was her cub? The beginning of a smile curved her lips.

HollyGolightly:
He’s twenty-nine.

MrsRobinson:
Nice!

Cublover:
Have you been together long?

HollyGolightly:
No. And it’s not going to work out anyway. There are issues.

MrsRobinson:
There are always issues, hon. But we can help, right, ladies?

GoodtimeCharlene:
We can try. That’s what we’re here for.

HollyGolightly:
Are you ready to say goodbye to Bob, Charlene?

GoodtimeCharlene:
No, to be honest. But I love him enough to let him go. If he lets go of his own dream to be with me, he may resent me for it, and I don’t want that.

Holly nodded at the computer screen. Charlene, whoever she was, spoke the truth. Resentment had no place in a relationship. Did she love Jack enough to let him go?