Page 42 of Cowboy and the Convict

Janie offered a jerky nod. "Are you sure you don't mind… I can—"

Holy hell. She really was testing him right now, and likely had no idea. No clue how desperate he was to feel her hands on him. To be with someone feeling the same kind of need that was coursing through his own veins.

"I will be just fine, J."

Tucking his hand into the front of her leggings, he slid his fingers into the elastic of her panties, the movement easy to do thanks to the forgiving stretch of her pants. Pushing deeper, he groaned when they slicked along her drenched flesh. "This is what I'm going to think of when I fuck my fist later. How wet you are for me." Her pussy was hot and swollen, her clit a hard nub as he gently stroked alongside it, watching her reaction. "You were going to go home like this? Suffering?"

She shuddered, legs parting a little more as he eased a finger into her body. "Oh my God."

Continuing to watch her face, he pressed deeper. "Tell me if I hurt you."

He’d done a little more research on endometriosis since that night at her trailer, and discovered it could lead to pain during penetration. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain because the first thing he wanted was the opportunity to do this again. "Not too much?"

"No." She whimpered as he slowly worked his finger in and out, thumb settled onto the bead of her clit. "Not too much."

He groaned again as she clenched around him, the front of his boxers clinging to the head of his leaking dick as he soaked up every sound, every expression, every sensation.

"Is this how you like to be fucked, J? Slow and steady?"

"Yes." The answer came immediately. Short and sharp and punctuated by another whimper, this one louder than the ones before.

Devon leaned close, resting his forehead against hers again. "Shhh. You've got to be quiet, remember?" He pulled his finger from her body, curling it as he went to stroke against the spot just inside her, smirking as she twitched. "I want to come to your house this week, J." He flattened his fingers between the lips of her pussy, working it with a circular motion. "I want to hear what happens when you don't have to be quiet." He trailed his lips to her ear, keeping his voice low. "I want to hear what happens when it's my mouth making you come instead of my fingers."

Janie’s thighs clenched around his palm as something akin to a wail built in her throat, forcing him to seal his lips over hers so he could swallow it down as she came, muscles twitching, body sagging. He braced one arm around her back, supporting her weight as he teased out the last bit of her climax, only pulling his fingers free when she gasped, pulling away from the contact. He lifted his fingers to his mouth without hesitation, sliding the taste of her across his tongue, cock twitching at the thought of consuming it at its source.

Janie's eyes fixed on the movement, following along as he pulled his fingers free. "I can't believe you just did that."

It was the second time she’d said that tonight and it was starting to make him wonder just how low her expectations were. And hoping he’d be able to blow them out of the water.

"Why not?" He leaned into her ear, carefully pulling the hem of her T-shirt back into place. "Dads can be dirty too, J."

17

Janie

THE LAST THING she expected to see when pulling up in front of her trailer was an unfamiliar car sporting a rental sticker parked in the spot she normally used. “Seriously?”

Changing her trajectory, Janie redirected her small sedan, bringing it up alongside the other car. There was only one person it could belong to, and their arrival had her stomach clenching.

What in the hell was she doing here? Had Sharon decided Florida was too hot? Too lonely? Too far from her family? Was she planning to move back and reclaim Janie's home as her own?

She had time left on her lease, but finding a new place in her price range would be near impossible no matter how many months she had to search. She’d barely managed to find this place, no way would she find another needle in the Moss Creek haystack.

The panic circling her insides ramped up when Sharon came out of her neighbor’s house, laughing and smiling with the woman who lived next door. From what she understood, they'd been friends forever. Sharon was probably over there telling her the good news. Assuring her that they'd be together again soon.

After giving her friend a hug, Sharon turned Janie's way. Her lined face split into a wide grin as she waved.

Janie fought to smile back, struggling against the upset wanting her to do the exact opposite. As Sharon came down the steps, Janie reached for the door handle. As tempting as it was, she couldn't just sit in the car and hide out, hoping her landlord would teleport back to Florida.

Unfortunately.

After collecting her purse and the tray of overflow cinnamon rolls from the seat beside her, Janie climbed out, straightening just as Sharon rounded her bumper.

"There you are. I was just asking Brenda what time you got home and she said there was no telling." Sharon grabbed her in a hug, offering a quick squeeze before leaning back. "How’s everything going?"

Boy was that a loaded question. Up until she saw Sharon’s car parked at her home, she would have told her everything was fine. Possibly better than fine if she wanted to tempt fate. "Not bad." As much as she didn't want the answer, Janie found herself asking, "What brings you to town?"

Sharon perked up even more. "I came to visit my granddaughters before the weather gets too cold."

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