Page 39 of The Cowboy's Promise

As she followed his instruction, he moved behind her, sheathed his stiff member, then placed himself against her soaked passage and pushed forward.

“Put the vibrator back against your clit,” he said huskily, suddenly delivering a hot slap on each cheek.

Relishing her cry, then her soulful moan, he stayed buried inside her, loving the sensation from the vibrator against his cock. Closing his eyes he savored every scintillating second—until he felt his excitement growing. Though his urge was to pump, he wanted to see if he’d climax from just the intense tingling.

“Sir…can I…can I…?”

Her bleating plea sent a surge of excitement through his loins, and when he felt her channel tighten around him he knew his climax was only seconds away.

“Yes, yes,” he grunted. “Give it to me now.”

Barely a moment passed before her body grew taut and she sucked in a long breath. As she cried out in ecstasy, he pumped just a couple of times before squeezing his eyes shut and surrendering to the spasms as they swept through his being.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The moment Joe stepped out onto the porch he felt as if he’d walked into a slab of invisible ice. Pausing his step, he stared up at the glowing crescent moon in the dark, clear sky.

“Joe? What’s wrong?” Courtney asked stopping beside him, then abruptly added, “Fuck! It’s colder than when I left that damn hospital.”

“That’s what’s wrong,” Joe said gravely. “It rained earlier. The roads will be treacherous.”

“Stop being such a wuss and get in the car, or do you just want to stand here and turn into a human ice sculpture.”

“Okay, okay, but I think this is a bad idea.”

“No! A bad idea is me still being around here when the sheriff finds out I escaped,” she snapped, walking down the steps to the car and climbing inside.

Pulling his gloves from his pockets he reluctantly followed, but as he settled behind the wheel he was filled with dread.

“Courtney, why don’t we just leave? You can take your revenge another time.”

“Another time? When? I can’t possibly come back. Once this is over we’ll be on a private jet on our way to Puerto Rico. You are coming with me, aren’t you, Joe?” she added, lowering her voice and placing her hand on his thigh.

“Yeah, of course, but this doesn’t feel right. The weather isn’t on our side! And we’ll have to get to that private airfield with the cops on our tail! It’s not exactly next door. It’s three hours away. The risk factor is too high. If we went straight there—”

“Joe, you know I’ve always lived on the edge,” she said, cutting him off. “I admit this is a bit dicey, but you know if Idon’t deal with that fucking cowboy I won’t be happy. If you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to be involved…”

“Dammit, Courtney, you know I’d never leave you.”

“Then let’s go. The sooner we do this, the sooner we’ll be on that plane.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Joe fastened his seat belt, waited for Courtney to follow suit, then started up the car and drove through the campgrounds. The lane was gravel, so he wasn’t concerned, but when he turned onto the country road his fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

“Hold on, Courtney. I’m going to test the road conditions,” he muttered.

“You worry too much.”

“That’s better than not enough,” he shot back, lightly putting his foot on the brake. The car slowed, then stopped, and everything appeared to be normal, then he did it again with a little more speed and a sharper stop. “It seems okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.”

“I’m still going to take it easy.”

“At least we don’t have to worry about other cars. It’s just past 2 a.m and no-one around here will be out this late.”

“That’s another reason I’ll drive slowly. The sheriff might have a deputy hiding somewhere to catch late night speeders or people driving drunk. But Heather’s place isn’t far. We’ll be there in a minute, and at least there’s some light from the moon.”

“How far isn’t far?”

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