The Discreet Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 6) (14 page)

He came back up and closed his mouth over her breast, tugging the nipple with his teeth. Shots of tingles darted through the mound. She almost flew into a million pieces under his torture. She tugged her fingers into his hair, pulling and nicking his scalp. She could barely contain herself. His hard cock brushed her pussy lips and her hips moved in their own dance of desire. How much more torture could she take before she imploded?

“Felicia?”

She opened her eyes, finding him looking down at her, sincerity in his expression. The softness of his expression almost brought tears to her eyes.

“Although I’m not one to kiss and tell, I’ll also never deny this…or you. I’m not a liar, nor a man who would ever deny how much he cares for a woman. Got that?”

She nodded. At that point, she would have walked into the pits of hell if he asked her too. That’s what desire could do to a person. Turn them inside out and take no prisoners.

He swirled his hips and his cock pushed against the apex of her thighs. There was no mistaking that he wanted her too. An invisible tug came between her tingling nipples to her throbbing clit.

He slid down her body, not stopping this time as he settled his head between her thighs. Expectation made her throat constrict, but his tongue didn’t touch her right away. Seconds passed and then it came, the brush of his tongue over the moist slit. She melted into the mattress, yet floated in a cloud of pure cowboy desire. He licked her pussy in long strides, sliding his tongue inside of her, then swirling her clit. He blew a raspberry on the flesh and she almost jumped out her skin. Her back arched and complete heaven washed over her as she reached climax. A cry spilled from her lips filling the small cabin in sweet sounds of joy.

He kissed her thighs, her pubic area, and her stomach. “I do believe you like my mouth on you, sweetheart.”

“I’ve never wanted to shout at the top of my lungs more in my life.”

“Then I don’t need to ask if that was satisfying.”

“I’d say hell yeah.”

He chuckled. “You turn me on like nothing imaginable.”

“And you, cowboy, are amazing. That body. Those hands. Those freaking lips. Where have you been all of my life?”

He moved up her body and his cock jutted against her center, causing her to squeal in delight. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time I make you angry.”

“Angry? How could I ever be angry with you?” she said in the after effects of her astonishing orgasm. “In fact, I don’t think I’ll feel anything but pure bliss from this point on.”

He shifted and she watched him reach into the bedside table drawer, grab a small packet, and rip it open. “Good thing I was told to always be prepared.” He winked. “Never used one before, but I did practice when I was a teen.”

“Wow…are those extra-large?”

“You’re going to make a grown man blush.”

“Oh like you don’t know it’s true.”

Condom in place, he situated himself between her thighs and she lifted her hips high to meet the end of his protected cock. He slowly eased inside of her and she groaned in pleasure. The slick slide of his body filling her, stretching her muscles to accept him was beyond what she could have ever believed possible—she wanted to chant at the top of her lungs. He was a large man and she felt every inch until he was deep inside, plunging in and out.

Wanting to have him as deep as he would go, she wrapped her legs around his waist and eased them higher, locking her ankles tight around his ass. It changed the depth of his reach and she swore he touched her in a place she’d never known existed. Deep in her soul. She watched his face, the change of expression, how he reminded her of a man thrust into the middle of an ocean. She kidded his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “Breathe, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“Damn, I can’t.” He nuzzled his head against her shoulder, nibbling the skin there. His movements became jerkier. “Fuck. Do all pussies feel so freaking great? So tight and wet? I think you’re going to break if off.”

“Just for the record…no.” She smiled. “But don’t worry. I’ve never broken one yet.”

Every rock of his body, every movement made her body unbearably sensitized. His thrusts took on a rhythm of pleasure, one that sent trickles of pleasure up and down her body, erasing everything inside of her mind except their bodies united in implausible pleasure. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to take on a faster rhythm, harder.

He understood. He shifted and dragged her knees upward, high against his chest, containing them with his weight. She’d never been in this position before and it was absolutely mind blowing. He not only pressed against the wall of her pussy, but he had perfect reach of her G-spot. As he took on a rhythm that was faster, their bodies molded together, he slammed in and out of her, and she braced herself with her hands against the headboard. His pelvic bone brushed her clit and she thought she’d implode.

His body tightened and she knew he was getting closer.

“Come with me, Felicia,” he whispered.

His warm breath against her cheek was all the encouragement she needed, but when he laid his finger on her clit and tugged the fleshy head, she thought she’d burst through the ceiling and hit a cloud. He lowered his mouth over hers as she cried out in pure satisfaction. Together they rode the waves until they were spent and satiated.

CHAPTER TEN

HIS BREATHING FINALLY slowed while Dade held Felicia close in the nook of his arm. Her exotic scent drifted to his nose, mingling with the musky scent of sex. He’d never smelled anything better. It was a perfume that engulfed him, seeped through his chest and squeezed his heart into submission.

He’d never been with a woman this way before, couldn’t compare what they’d shared to anything, but he was sure that what they’d done together rated off the charts hot. In fact, he’d be willing to bet that they’d come together like a cyclone and a volcano. And his dick stayed semi-hard as if at any moment the opportunity would arise for more.

He shifted, but kept his hold on her, not wanting to break the contact.  Not yet. She moaned lazily and he smiled. “Me too, angel.”

She slid her fingers along his cheek and threaded them into his hair. “So tell me, if you’ve never been with a woman fully, how’s it that you are a skilled lover?” Her voice was soft and husky.

He shrugged. “Maybe it’s all because of the one I’m with?” He kissed the top of her head.

“Well, just so we’re clear, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Those moves…those wildly intoxicating moves!” She chuckled. “I’m still all tingly. I think my toes are forever curled.”

“I love how you don’t hesitate in saying what’s on your mind. And you’re very good at building a man’s ego.”

“Not used to that, huh?”

“Nope, but I’ll expect it from now on.”

She lifted her chin and looked at him. “The ex-girlfriend was sweet and the kind you take home to mama?”

“Oh, my parents loved her. I think they had been planning the wedding secretly from the time I told them I’d met a girl.”

“And the day it ended there were a lot of broken hearts, eh?”

“Honestly, not mine. I felt a sense of relief. I mean, I cared for her, but if we’d married, we wouldn’t have made it long. We were two different people wanting two different things.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, then let it drop. “You know about my past love life, but what about you? Have there been a few?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but he could handle the answer. At least he hoped.

“A few so far.”

Had she just said ‘so far’? Why did that feel like a stake going through his heart?
Damn, boy, don’t allow your emotions to rule.
He felt her shiver. “You getting cold?”

“A little.”

He pulled the sheet over them and laid his arm over her. They warmed up quickly with their naked bodies pressed together. His gut ached to start another round, but he was also very satisfied with laying there and holding her. He enjoyed looking at her—the depths of her beautiful eyes, the pale color of her skin with a scattering of light freckles, the heart shape of her face…she was the definition of sexy. Her hair was spread over the pillow, looking darker against the white pillow. He loved the fact that he’d brought her pleasure—the ‘best’ as she’d put it. That pumped his chest, although he didn’t have sex with her to put a notch on his bedpost. He made love with her because he desired her, and she desired him too. He’d always remember how tight she’d been, how her body had gripped his and together they’d reached orgasm. He had no clue what tomorrow would bring, but he refused to allow repercussions to slither in like a snake and ruin the cloud engulfing them. There was time enough to think about consequences, but tonight he wanted to hold her.

She snuggled deeper into his side and he sighed. “Perfect,” he whispered into her hair.

“The accident has changed you, hasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “When I was here last, before the accident, you were this young man, always smiling, maybe even a bit on the naïve side. So, really, I shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d never been with a woman.”

“Yikes.”

She kissed his chest. “Hey, don’t take it wrong.”

“Oh, that was a compliment?”

“It certainly wasn’t an insult. It’s just how I saw things.”

“I guess I am different. Society puts a lot of pressure on men to be manly. To lose their virginity and teach a woman the ropes in bed.” He scratched his sandpapery jaw. “If I hadn’t been connected with a girl, hell, I might have been like a lot of my friends, sampling every skirt that came along. Back home, no one ever questioned my masculinity. I would have throttled them.”

“Well, just to be clear, your virginity wasn’t etched across your forehead in bold letters, and having sex doesn’t make you a man. Trust me, I’ve been with a few cowboys who’d been around the bend a few times that couldn’t do a third of what you just did.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No. I just…well…every time we talk about you with another man, I get an ache way down deep. It’s not a good feeling. I don’t want to feel that way.”

“I get a little that way when you talk about your ex-girlfriend.”

“To answer your question, almost dying, it puts things into perspective very quickly. I laid in the hospital bed for a lot of hours, day after day, with nothing to do but figure out where I belong in this thing called life. I was told it’s normal to get angry, but it’s important to use it constructively. One of the docs came in one morning and saw that I was a mess. He said, “There’s a big difference between giving up and knowing you’ve had enough. Which side of the fence will you land?” His words are embedded in my mind, even now. I didn’t know if I’d ever walk again and I began to wonder what I’d do, where I’d go. I didn’t want to go back home. There was only one choice at that point. I had to step up and make a difference for myself.”

“Sounds like you had a great doctor.”

“The best.”

“Would it have been that bad to go home?”

Silence filled the space, until he sighed. “At that time, yes.”

She lifted up onto one elbow and looked down at him. “And now?”

“I’m still not ready, but I could be more independent now. Maybe even feel confident enough to take over the ranch, make it more than it is today.”

“I have a secret to tell. When I was fifteen, I ran away from home with a boy I met who was seventeen.”

He blinked. “So that’s why Chase is the protective brother?”

“He was before and that’s why I rebelled. The boy’s name was Brody and he certainly was a charmer, but I just wanted to prove to my family that I could handle myself. Brody and I didn’t get very far before Chase found us ten miles outside of the state line. Poor Brody, I thought he was going to piss his pants when Chase walked up to the window of the car. Honestly, I was happy to see my brother. I was ready to go home.”

“Funny how that happens. We don’t realize how much we miss something until we let it go, even for a little while. Was Chase spittin’ mad? Did he hurt the boy?”

“Oh, he was fit to be tied, but I think he was glad to see me safe and sound, and not ruined, so to speak.” She laughed. “Chase and I are alike. We both have the Sever DNA that makes us susceptible to trouble, and being stubborn.”

“Maybe that’s why you two butt heads all of the time.”

“Could be the reason.”

Silence filled the room and he guessed they were thinking the same thing, what would Chase do if he found out about what they’d shared?

“This could be a silly question, but why aren’t you married?” he asked.

“Because I haven’t been asked.”

“Pfft. Liar!”

“Okay, I have, but never by the right guy. And really, like I’ve said, I have been neck deep in college. Getting my degree meant something.”

“Well, I count myself damn lucky. If one of them would have been Prince Charming, I wouldn’t be with you here. I wouldn’t have shared the best damn thing with you.”

She smiled so deeply that a dimple appeared on her cheek. “And I would have missed out on amazing sex.” She yawned and stretched her arm above her head. “But wow, you tired me out.”

“Then sleep.” He coaxed her, rubbing her scalp with firm pressure. Within minutes she was asleep and softly breathing. He’d never slept with a woman in a bed. He wasn’t sure what to think of sharing his bed with her, but he wouldn’t complain. There was something very intimate about two naked bodies lying close. This woman was effecting him in many ways. From her gorgeous smile that rocked his world to a simple touch, to making love. The need he had for her scared the hell out of him, but he didn’t feel the urge to run like he had felt many times with his ex-girlfriend.

In fact, Dade would stand up to Chase and tell him the truth if that was what was needed. He and Felicia hadn’t done anything wrong. They were consenting adults.

But where would things go from here?

Would she leave and forget about him? After all, wasn’t that what he wanted? He wasn’t wanting a relationship. He had plans to fully recover and work at Nirvana. That was his only goal—had been his only goal. That was his only desire—but was it?

She shifted and softly snored. He smiled. He didn’t mind her snoring. He thought it was cute, although she probably didn’t think so. He carefully moved to his side so that they were tucked closer together. Damn, he could get used to this.