Page 17 of The Cowboy's Friendly Wake-Up Call

What I want is something else.

"Help me here, would ya?" I struggle to sit up and slide the straps of the dress down my arms. Lance quickly gets the hint and helps me shimmy out of the layers of satin and tulle, leaving me unfairly naked compared to him still mostly dressed.

"Hey cowboy, my eyes are up here." It's a joke, obviously. I'm more than happy to languish under the hungry gaze centered on my bare breasts. Still, Lance's hazel eyes travel back up to meet my own.

"You're still dressed though." I can barely whisper. He's looking at me so intensely, that it's hard to speak as I push the open dress shirt off his shoulders, running my hands over his muscular chest as he shuffles the sleeves over his hands.

I've seen Lancer with his shirt off a thousand times, but this is different. This isn't swimming at the river, or dousing him with the garden hose when he's stripped down to work outside in the heat. This is me naked in bed with a guy that's been my best friend as long as I remember, and everything between us is different suddenly.

Including the way I feel about running my hands over his warm skin and the way his muscles dance lightly where ever I touch him.

My fingers trace down the center of his chest, taking time to appreciate the flat planes of his pecs, the stacked bricks of abs, the dusting of dark hair that reminds me he's not the kid I grew up with anymore.

Lance is all man now.

My man now.

"These too." I tug at his pants, indicating they need to go.

Lance swallows hard, nods, and quickly rolls off his knees to sit down and yank off the polished boots.

"You had your boots on this whole time?"

"I was too busy to take 'em off."

When boots and socks have hit the floor, it's my turn to hover over Lance's body, pulling the once neatly pressed slacks down thickly muscled thighs to reveal black boxer briefs straining over a thick, hard cock that's so long, the weeping tip is escaping the top of the briefs.

My fingers slide over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture and marveling at its slickness.

Lance tenses, grabbing my wrist and keeping me from taking him in my hand.

"Keep touching me and I'll come too damn fast," he grits out through a tense jaw. "I really want to be inside you, Mercy Jean."

My fingers ache to explore his body. I want to put my mouth on him the way he did me. I want to taste him and learn about the ways I can touch him to drive him crazy, but there's pleading in the look he gives me that tells me he's already halfway there.

It lights up a need inside me stronger than anything I've felt before. I feel heat bloom and a new rush of moisture leaks from my pussy as we roll together on the mattress, kissing again while we work together to add Lancer's briefs to the pile of clothes on the floor.

And then he's over me, his knees between mine, hip to hip, and eye to eye, watching each other intently as I feel the broad head of his dick pressing into my center.

"You might have to guide me through this, baby, I've never done this before."

Lance

It's not like I don't know what to do.

Mercy's so fucking wet for me right now, I don't think there's any way I could miss. But when I push further toward the heat beckoning me in there's resistance I'm not expecting.

"Don't count on me knowing, I've never done this either, you know."

Mercy's hands are wrapped around my biceps, not that her little hands can get much of a grip, especially with my muscles bulging from bracing myself above her like this. Her pretty blue eyes are darkened by pupils that are blown out wide and her kiss-swollen lips might be telling me one thing, but her body is begging me to have this conversation another time.

After I've torn through what I'm now guessing is her virginity and filled her with my seed.

"No, I didn't know," I answer. "You went with a few guys, I thought you--"

A firm shake of her head against the bedspread sends the carefully curled golden tresses shimmying around her face.

"I never dated anyone long enough to get serious. It never felt right with anyone else."

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