The Curvy Astronomer and the Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) (9 page)

I nodded.

His hands pushed on my inner thighs, spreading me a little wider. And then the hot, naked press of him, opening me up, making me gasp as his thickness stretched me. My hands scrabbled for his shoulders, a momentary panic that I wouldn’t be able to take him...but then he was in me and rushing up inside me, and I let out a long, animal groan at the sensation of being utterly filled.

He went slow at first, letting me get used to him, using his knees to take his weight as he moved a little deeper with each thrust. My hands slid tentatively down his back until they found the firm muscles of his ass. God, he felt so big inside me--I was tightly wet around him and every inch he moved was a silken delight. A hot rush of pleasure on the instroke and then an aching desire on the out, my desperation to be filled again growing each time. I started to squeeze his ass, to clutch at him, and he responded by lowering himself atop me. Now his weight was on me, his groin grinding against my clit on every thrust. He raised himself up on his forearms so that he could look into my eyes and started to pump hard into me, those muscled thighs and that firm ass giving him a power that made me go weak inside.

He took his weight on his elbows and used his fingers to stroke the hair back from my face. “Emily,” he said, and he smiled as if he enjoyed just saying it. The sound of my name on his lips made my heart rise and swell inside me. I wanted to say his name back to him, but I was barely capable of speech. Instead, panting, I brought my knees up the bed and wrapped my legs around him, drawing him into me, locking my heels around his thighs. He gave a low grunt of pleasure, looking down at me with mixed surprise and lust, and started to speed up.

The bed creaked and rocked as he hammered into me. He was thrusting with almost his entire length, now, and it was a glorious rush of hot flesh each time, leaving me breathless. His chest stroked back and forth across my breasts, my nipples like pebbles, and it was only when he brushed hair from my forehead that I realized my skin was damp with sweat. My hands began to claw at his back and ass, nails scratching lightly at his skin as I begged him for release. The pleasure was filling me steadily, building up and up, and I knew that when it reached my head I was going to lose it completely. And that’s when I got suddenly scared.

I’d come plenty of times since San Fran, of course--on my own, with my trusty pocket-sized vibe, under the covers in a motel room. But this was different. He was in control, now. To reach my peak, I’d have to give myself to him completely.

But even as I thought it, his pace slowed. I was stunned, again, at how good he was at reading me. “Look at me,” he said in a low voice. And I did, staring straight up into those clear blue eyes.

He took my head between his hands. “Nothing else matters,” he told me. “Not your past. Not the future. Nothing else. Understand?”

I nodded dumbly. And let go.

As his pace built again, I felt it rushing up inside me, seizing control over every muscle. My fingers went hard against his back, my fingertips digging in. My ankles locked harder around his legs. My back arched, breasts squashing against his chest, as the tight friction where we met turned into liquid gold, taking me higher and higher and higher and--

“
Nggghhh!”

What started as a groan turned into a scream. My climax expanded, out of control, rising higher and higher with each thrust of him into me, and it hit me that maybe I’d never let myself completely go, since Rick. I felt myself explode, then reform, what felt like a thousand times, clenching and spasming around him, until I slumped weak and exhausted on the bed.

“
God!”
I panted at last, when I had enough air to form a word. “It’s--never--been--like--that----before.”

Troy gave me a wide grin. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and gentle, and we stayed like that with him inside me as I gradually recovered. It was a good minute or so before it hit me that he hadn’t come yet. He was still rock hard. It wasn’t over.

As I regained my strength, he coaxed me over onto my hands and knees. Part of me didn’t want it that way--I wanted to look at my cowboy. But then I saw a table mirror across the room, and the sight of him reflected, his big body hulking over mine from behind, made me give a little moan.

He spread my thighs and knelt behind me, teasing me by rubbing the head of his cock against my folds. Then he plunged into me long and deep, all the way inside. I groaned in pleasure as he went even further than before, right to my very limits. I’d never felt a man there before, never had a lover who could fill me completely. It was exquisite.

His hands closed on my hips, strong fingers curling around me, and he began to thrust. I had my hands planted on the covers, holding myself up, and I slowly arched my back, presenting myself to him more completely. He groaned in satisfaction at my obedience and started to thrust faster, harder, rocking the bed again. My breasts were swaying and bouncing beneath me, sweat-slick and gleaming, and he reached forward with one hand to caress them, his fingers sliding over nipples that were aching with my lust. His cock was huge and yet never painful inside me. He was stretching me just the right amount--each stroke was tight, satiny perfection.

I could hear him panting, his low grunts making me even hotter. I could tell he was getting close, his thrusts building and building and taking me back up to another peak. We were going to come together.
He’s going to come, right inside me.
The thought sent a deep, dark heat rippling through me.
He’s going to come and get me...God!

I let my upper body sink down, my breasts pressed to the covers, my head turned to the side so that I could watch us in the mirror. His muscles shone and gleamed, chest hard and biceps standing out as he used all his power to thrust into me. His hard ass clenched and drove, his thighs tensed. And then he was sliding the hand that was on my breasts back, back, down my stomach to--

His fingers began to rub at my clit and my eyes screwed closed. My orgasm was rushing towards me and I knew I was seconds away.

“Do you want it, Emily?” he asked in a strained voice. The iron bedstead was pounding against the wall of the cabin with each powerful thrust. “Do you want me to make you mine?”

I thought of him primed and ready, right up inside me. Of being taken--
bred--
like some mare. And, God, I wanted it. His words were all I needed to tip me over the edge. “
Yes!”
I screamed as I began to come.
“Oh, God, yes, I’m yours! Make me yours!
Make me yours!
”

It was probably a good thing that our nearest neighbor was twenty miles away. I’d never been a screamer before, but I was then.

He gave a growl, slid deep inside me and stayed there. And as the silky head pressed right up against my limits, I felt the hot, thick explosion of him, again and again, and it only increased my pleasure. My own climax broke through me, making me clench and shudder around him as I yelled my release. Our bodies bucked together again and again, climaxing as one, until we both collapsed onto the bed.

Chapter 7

A long time later, as we lay there in the lantern light, he asked me, “So who was he?”

“Who?” I said it out of instinct, because I had no intention of hiding from him. Not now.

“The guy who broke your heart.”

I was sitting on his lap, the covers drawn up to my waist. Outside, the temperature must have been plummeting, the wind howling like an animal beyond the window, but with Troy’s arms around me I was snug.

“His name was Rick,” I said. “He said he loved me. We were together for a little over three years. It was good. I mean, I thought it was good. He was in sales and he thought it was cute that I was into science and astronomy and things. We got a place together. We were happy. But--” My voice caught. Troy said nothing, sitting silently and waiting for me to go on. I’d noticed that about him--how he was as good at listening as talking.

“He started going on all these trips to see buyers, after work. Except he was always cagey about where he’d been. So one day, I rented a car and tailed him. I felt awful. I felt like a completely psycho stalker girlfriend. I nearly stopped following him and turned the other way. But for some reason, I kept going. And then I saw where he was going, and it was my best friend’s house.”

My voice had grown sullen and lifeless. Now, it started to turn bitter. “And I was so stupid, I thought,
Oh, thank God. They must be planning a surprise party or something.
It didn’t even enter my head that I’d been right all along. I had to sit outside for a good ten minutes before I started to think that way.”

I started to pick at a loose thread on the covers. “I had a key--that’s how good friends we were, I used to feed her dog when she was away. I let myself in and I crept up the stairs and...I could hear them halfway up the stairs, so I don’t even know why I had to go in. I guess I had to see it for myself. She was on top, riding him, and she was so much slimmer than me, with her cute little B-cup breasts that barely moved, and--”

I shook my head. “Normally, I think you’re meant to call your best friend and cry and eat ice cream with her. But this
was
my best friend. So I ran. I hitched up the trailer and got in my station wagon and drove off, and that was two years ago.”

We sat there for a moment, neither of us saying anything. Troy hugged me closer, and that gave me the strength to finish.

“You know what really hurts? He was starting up his own business, and he’d convinced me to sell my dad’s telescope, to help him buy the franchise. He would have let me go ahead and do that.”

Troy’s arms tightened around me again. “Do you know where he lives?” he growled.

I laughed out loud. “I don’t need you to do anything to him,” I said. “But thank you. That makes me feel better.” I swallowed. “But...that’s why I couldn’t.....”

“Trust anyone,” said Troy.

I nodded.

He leaned in and kissed my neck, just at the point where it met my shoulder, and I shivered in delight. The bad memories started to slide away and, for the first time, they really felt like they were moving off into the distance, not just lurking out of sight. Talking about it had untethered them.

“And that’s why you kept running,” he said against my neck.

I nodded again.

“Ready to stop?” he asked. And his strong hands slid around my body, his palms tracing every curve.

I didn’t answer for a second. God, it was all I wanted to do...but every time I felt that deep, warm tug of my heart towards Troy, I was reminded of it feeling almost the same with Rick, back in San Fran. I hadn’t fully taken the leap of faith, yet.

“Let me sleep on it,” I managed at last.

***

I awoke the next morning to a rumpled bed and the smell of coffee. When I’d stumbled, bleary-eyed, into some clothes, I joined Troy in the main room. He handed me a large mug of steaming coffee and my heart shone as if it had just caught a ray of sunshine. It was such a small gesture but, to me, it was huge. There aren’t many things lonelier than being on the road, getting up on your own and having breakfast on your own.
I could get used to this,
I thought. And then caught myself. It was a reminder that I was going to have to do some serious thinking.

“I didn’t fix breakfast,” Troy said, with one of his smirks. “You slept so late that I wasn’t sure if you’d want to skip straight to lunch.”

For the first time, I turned and looked out of the window. The sun was indeed high in the sky, but that wasn’t what made my jaw drop.

The blizzard had passed, but it had left behind an unbroken carpet of snow two feet deep, banked higher wherever it encountered an obstacle. It actually took me a while to identify the two large lumps visible on the plateau. They looked more like a snow sculpture of a pickup and a trailer than the real things. “Holy….” I said.

“Yeah. We’re not going to be driving out anytime soon, even with four wheel drive,” said Troy.

My heart sank. “Troy, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If we’d left when you said to--”

He came quickly up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “Hey! Don’t start any of that. If we
had
made it back into town, maybe we wouldn’t have...thawed you out.”

I turned to him and he hugged me. “Is that how you think of it?” I asked, my voice muffled by his plaid shirt. “That I was wandering around frozen?”

He ran his big hands up and down my back. Even through my sweatshirt, I could feel their warmth. “Quit your over-thinking. You’re not frozen now, right?”

He always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. “What happens now?” I asked

“Figure that’s up to you. You know how I feel about you. ‘Least, I hope you do.” He pushed me back a little so he could look into my eyes. “I want you in my life,” he said earnestly.

“You want me to stay here?” I asked. “In Mustang Falls?”

He put one hand to my face and cupped my cheek, running a thumb across my lips. “Would you?” He looked around. “Got good sky, out here, for your stargazing. I got some money squirreled away. Got a place in town you haven’t even seen yet.” He slid a hand down my body, making me gasp as it traced the shape of my breast, then slid down to my ass and finally around to smooth over my stomach. Without words, he was reminding me that even now, a new life might be growing inside me. And if it hadn’t happened yet, he meant to make it so--very, very soon. The idea filled me with a warm glow and a dark, twisting ripple of lust. God, he wanted me...permanently. Forever. He wanted us to make something amazing together.