Page 19 of The Cowboy's Off Limits Option

I'm going to hell.

I'm going to hell for betraying my best friend.

I'm going to hell for betraying my family and putting our business in jeopardy.

I'm going to hell for not giving a damn about any of that-- because Calla Lillian Maye has her hot little cunt pressed tight to my cock with her whisky gold hair all messed up from my hands raking through it while I kissed her and those big, hazel eyesof hers staring straight into mine while she tells me she's been saving herself for me.

"I went out there tonight because Rowan told me you were in love with someone and Ginger's with her man and I felt so stupid, Archer. I thought I had to accept that I didn't have a chance with you-- that I never had a chance with you. I just wanted to feel...like I'd be able to get over it. Like it didn't mean my life was over."

My hands move up to frame her face again, pulling her head up so I can kiss her again. It's slow and deep, but it's far from soft. Sliding my tongue along hers as our lips move together until neither one of us has any air left.

"Just beginning, baby," I promise. "Life is just beginning. For both of us."

With the next touch of her lips on mine, my patience snaps.

Pulling Callie's hips forward, I slide my hands over her plump ass, both of us groaning at the feel of my hands filled with her softness. Then I have her off the counter. Her thighs tighten against my hips, her body pressed so close to mine that I'd be inside her if we weren't both still wearing too many damn clothes as I carry her back to my bedroom.

There's no need to kick the door shut behind us, no one else is going to be in the house. Not till we fill it with children.

Cal lands on the bed and I make quick work of getting her out of my borrowed clothes. Then I pull the t-shirt over my head and drop between her legs.

Spread out on my bed like a goddamned angel, Callie looks up at me expectantly. Her hands fold over her bare breasts with an uncertain modesty until I move them aside.

"Let me see, Cal."

She lets me place her hands up by her head and watches me look my fill.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her. "I can't believe you're really here. Really naked for me; really going to be mine.Finally."

Then I fall on her, ravenous, and whatever her response was going to be-- it's nothing but sweet sighs and little gasps that drive me insane.

Chapter Eight

Callie

He licks his lips and tells me I'm beautiful in a voice so ragged with desire that it's impossible not to believe him.

Then his hands run over my body. His palms are wide open and his fingers stretch out as if he's trying to feel as much of me at once as he possibly can.

Finally.Finally, he covers my breasts. Holding them securely, then pushing them together, kneading them firmly, running the pads of his thumbs over my hardened nipples in unison.

I knew I was sensitive there but ohmygosh! I had no idea having someone else touch me like this would feel so amazing.

My back arches and I squirm, desperate for more.

"You like that, baby?"

Archer pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, just hard enough to make me gasp, then rolls them gently, watching to see my reaction.

"Anybody else ever touch these tits for you, Cal?"

My head moves side to side quickly.

"No. Nobody's ever touched them." I find my words because the tone of his voice tells me he expects me to use them, even when he's talking dirty to me in that gravelly voice that makes my head go all swimmy.

"Nobody?" Archer leans in close and raises the tip of my breasts to his mouth. His lips close over my nipple, and the combination of hot and wet around the suction is enough to make me pant.

Is it possible to come just from this?

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