Page 33 of Claimed By the Cowboys

“I don’t know…”

“You can do it, I promise.” I lean forward to kiss her neck, which seemed to be okay earlier. Gently, I bite the place where her neck meets her shoulder, while giving her clit a long, slow circle with my thumb, and I continue to pump my hips at a pace that she matches. “Come for me again, like a good girl, Piper.”

She really, really likes being called that.

Piper moans, and I can tell she’s close. She’s making the small, frantic noises that she made when her sweet pussy was in my face. I wish I had the words to tell her that she’s so fucking pretty.

“Talk to me,” she whispers. “I like it when you talk to me.”

Fuck. I’m so fucking close, I can’t think for shit. There’s nothing I can say to her right now that’s the right thing. So I just say what’s on my fuckin’ mind.

“You feel so fucking good, Piper,” I groan. My thumb keeps circling her clit, and I shift backwards, changing the angle slightly. “You taste fucking incredible.”

She moans. I keep going.

“I can’t wait for you to come on my cock, darlin’. I’m going to fill you fucking full of me and keep going until I get a fucking baby in you,” I grunt.

Piper shudders. I’m shocked that the last sentence is what sends her over, but I don’t have long to be surprised, because as Piper comes apart in my arms, I do the same.

My movements get erratic as I try to fuck her until the orgasm rips me apart. I yell, gripping her hips hard, driving into her as I come. The fact that I’m trying to fill her, to get her pregnant, becomes unbelievably hot as I do so.

I grunt, mindlessly thrusting into her as Piper’s body wrings every last drop from my aching cock. Eventually, the orgasm subsides, and I feel fucking exhausted when it does.

I don’t move. Piper and I are still connected. We’re both breathing hard, and my forehead is pressed against hers. I want to kiss her so badly, it fucking hurts.

“Oh. Um. Wow,” Piper murmurs.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. “Wow?”

“Yeah. Wow.”

“Did you… did you like that?” I ask. I can’t help the shake in my voice. I can only hope that she doesn’t notice.

Piper’s face snaps up, and she gives me a smile that warms my heart.

“Dalton, I really, really liked that.”

It makes my chest glow. I pull out of her, but instead of getting up, I turn us so that she’s in front of me. I wish I could pull the covers over us, but instead, I just tuck her close, sweaty bodies and all.

For a second, I just listen to her heart. It’s running a mile a minute, and I wait for it to come down. For my own to become manageable again.

Piper breaks the silence first. “I haven’t taken any pictures of you with the horses.”

I stiffen a little. “I know.”

“It’s… I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”

Frowning, I shift a little, tucking her head under my chin. “Why?”

“Because you… the other day…”

I huff. I do owe her an explanation for that. I must have looked like a total idiot, walking out like that and then marching right back in.

I don’t know how to tell her that I was so fucking upset at the idea that I would never be more to Piper than a friend. That the whole sex schedule thing was making me fucking crazy.

“I got overwhelmed.”

“By what?”

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