Page 39 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“So are you.”

Roark chuckled. “Men aren’t beautiful.”

“Roark Callahan, you are so gorgeous, you should be illegal.”

“Do you want to break the law?”

“Oh, God, yes. Please.”

Roark grinned as he unsnapped her shorts and lowered the zipper. He shoved them and her panties down her legs then removed them and her sneakers. Leaning over, he kissed his way up her legs to make his way to the treasure at their juncture. He spread her legs settling between them then kissed her bellybutton before moving histongue down through her curls. He heard her gasp as he used the pads of his thumbs to spread her slit before touching his tongue to her clitoris. Her hands gripped fistfuls of his hair almost to the point of pain and she bent her knees for him giving him better access. Putting his mouth against her, he sucked hard making her pull his hair even more but no matter how much it hurt, he wouldn’t quit her. He chuckled instead.

“I could stay here all day, darlin’,” he said against her.

“Roark, please,” she said with a hard groan.

“I love when you beg.” He put his mouth back over her and sucked on her clitoris while he slowly inserted a finger then another one. He worked them in and out of her while he continued to suck on her, hitting the spots that made her body jump and bow against his mouth. Her breathing increased and so did the pressure of her grip on his hair. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers as she cried out his name and came.

Roark kissed his way up across her flat belly to her breasts then to her lips. “You taste so good, darlin’, don’t you?” he asked as he moved his finger into her mouth.

“Roark…” She sucked on his finger then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down.

“Don’t you?” he whispered.

“Not as good as you,” she moaned.

Roark reached into his back pocket, removed his wallet, and retrieved a condom. He tore the packet open, sheathed himself, and then thrust into her hard making them both gasp. “Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he growled out.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as hepounded into her.

“Faster. Harder,” she pleaded while hanging on.

Roark picked up the pace and when she moved in rhythm with him, he about lost it. He took her lips in a deep kiss and her legs squeezed him tighter just as she tore her mouth from his and cried out his name, and came again. He followed her over the edge, burying his face in her neck as he came hard. He tried catching his breath but was sure he’d die from the pleasure of being inside her. He finally rolled to his back, taking her with him then pulled her against him.

Thunder rolled overhead and they both looked up just in time for the sky to open up and drench them. Priscilla squealed while she scrambled for her clothes. Roark laughed watching her hopping on one foot as she tried to pull on her shorts, but looked away when she turned to give him that look that all women knew how to give. He quickly got up, dressed, and then helped her into the cab of the tractor. He started it then headed back to the ranch.

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Roark drove the truck down the two-lane blacktop heading for his cousins’ ranch. The dance started at eight and it was now half past. Priscilla bit her lip hoping she looked all right especially since, they were running late because of her. She’d changed clothes three times and still wondered if she’d chosen the right dress. Roark had told her she looked beautiful but she had a feeling he’d tell her that if she wore a burlap sack. She’d chosen the floral print one. It had a front tie closure and spaghetti straps that crisscrossed in the back. The dress ended just above her knees and the blueflowers accentuated her boots.

“You look beautiful. Quit fretting about being late,” Roark said as he glanced over to her then back to the road.

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Because you’re a woman.” He smirked.

“Very funny, Callahan.”

Roark laughed. “You were thinking it though, right?”

“Shut up,” she muttered then laughed when he chuckled.

They drove through an archway that hadBur Oak Ranchscrolled on it. She sat up straighter and looked around. They passed a cabin that had a sign for registration then drove further on to where three barns sat. She could see light spilling from one of the buildings. Rolling down her window, she could hear laughter and music as they neared the center barn.

“Why is it called Bur Oak?”

“Because of the Bur oak trees that sit at the edge of the pastures.”

“It’s a beautiful place. What’s the difference between a dude ranch and guest ranch?”

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