Page 37 of Cowboy Wolf's Secret Baby

“Just don’t hurt her again,” Gideon cautioned. “She doesn’t deserve that.”

“I didn’t do it intentionally the first time,” Conner replied and told him about Matilda’s spell.

“Wow. That explains a lot,” Gideon said. “I was shocked when you walked away and acted like you didn’t know Beth when I mentioned her name. I figured that you two just had a major fight and broke up.”

“Nope.”

“I would just be careful, then. I doubt that the woman has become any softer, and she may do something more drastic if she finds out that you’re seeing Beth again.”

“I’ve thought of that,” Conner said. “I’m watching my back.” Then, he slapped Gideon on the shoulder and said, “Go enjoy your drinks, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He checked on Pegasus and Zephyr and with a huge grin, headed over to Beth’s house. Taryn met him at the door.

“What are you still doing up?” he asked. “I figured that you would have been in bed by now.”

“Nope. She took a shower and then insisted that she stay awake to see you. I didn’t even tell her that you were coming over.”

“A little psychic there, huh?” Conner asked.

“Nope. I just know things sometimes.”

“Let’s read a book before I go to bed,” Taryn said, grabbing Conner’s hand and leading him to the couch.

They took turns reading a page in each book. She asked for another chapter and Conner couldn’t resist. When she asked for a third, Beth said, “No. It’s way past the time you should be asleep.”

Taryn hugged him goodnight and went off to her room.

“I think that she loves you already,” Beth said. “I’ve told her about you all her life, and now that she finally has met you, you’ve become her superhero.”

“Superheroes fall,” Conner said. “Now that I know I have a daughter, I’ll do my absolute best to be there for her and be the best father that I can be, but I’m certainly no saint.”

“I know, and she’ll know, too. She’ll love you for all your gifts and your faults.”

Conner nodded. “I love her, too.”

Beth and Conner cuddled together. He wrapped his arms around her and their lips met. Fire exploded inside of him, and he moaned with a want so intense that he was afraid it would kill him.

She led him to her bedroom. Their clothes seemed to magically disappear, and they fell into the bed, their arms and legs entwined. They explored each other with their mouths and fingers.

Conner’s heart thundered in his chest as Beth’s hands ran over his chest, back, and arms. He gasped for air when she wrapped her arms around his thick shaft and slowly stroked him. The heat built up inside of him, threatening to consume him.

He reached between her legs and discovered that she was hot and wet, ready for him. Conner straddled his beauty, placed the large, apple head just inside of her entrance and slowly pushed into her until he was completely encased in her velvety soft walls.

They moved together in a slow rhythmic dance that only their souls could hear. He moaned as her silkiness caressed his hardness.

“Conner,” she cried out, her fingers digging into his back. “Oh, my lord, Conner,” she said.

Her body began to tremble and with one hard thrust, he was sheathed deep inside of hers. She began to pulsate, massaging his shaft.

“Beth,” he breathed, as his cock began throbbing, and he shot a hot load of his seed deep inside of her.

He closed his eyes and relished in the pure ecstasy that overcame him. When he could breathe again, he collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms.

The lovemaking was so incredibly intense. It was more than just sex. It was as though their souls had melted together. He had no words that could describe how he felt.

“You know the French call that la petite mort, or the little death, because it is so powerful and for a minute it is almost like you die.”

“I can see why they would call it that,” he said.

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