Page 58 of Flippin' Cowboy
Surrounded by her musky scent, his tongue circled her clit and caressed her swollen folds. Her gasps and breathy moans were music to his ears as she writhed and arched beneath his mouth and hands.
She shuddered and came apart for him. Her delectable pussy pulsed against his lips as a raw, guttural cry tore from her throat.
On the spot, Nick decided that his new mission in life was making Winnie Snowberry come again and again, until she was a trembling, sweaty, thoroughlysatisfiedmess.
And from her reactions, Nick decided that her Dickweed Ex had either been too lazy or too selfish—or maybe both—to learn how to please her.
He spun out her orgasm until she sprawled limply against the sofa cushions, a sweet smile of contentment stretching her lips.
Then he rose from his knees, draped her legs over his shoulders, and guided his stiff, aching cock into her tight, slippery entrance. Winnie made a breathy sound of pleasure as he pushed inside her.
He fucked her, slowly at first, relishing each long, leisurely slide in and out of her welcoming body. He adored the way her cheeks and throat flushed as her arousal rekindled. Her pretty rose-colored nipples tightened into stiff little buds as he put his hands on her soft, generous breasts and teased the tips with his thumbs until she was arching against him once again.
“More!” she begged.
He pinched her nipples, drawing out a satisfying moan, and picked up the pace, pounding into her until she clenched around his cock, her inner muscles pulsing as she came again.
Nick followed her over the edge in a blaze of white-hot pleasure that erupted from the base of his spine and roared through him as he emptied himself in her hot, wet depths.
“Holy moly, sex with you just keeps getting better and better,” she panted, her fingers digging into his biceps.
He smirked down at her. “Practice makes perfect,” he said, as he slid her legs from his shoulders.
“If that’s an invitation to ask you how much practice you’ve had, forget it,” she shot back, punching him lightly in the arm. “I prefer to think you’re naturally talented.”
“Okay, I’m just naturally talented.” He chuckled and slid onto the couch next to her. They spooned for a while under a crocheted afghan.
Then Winnie said drowsily, “How does popcorn and an episode ofThis Old Housesound?”
“Like heaven,” Nick replied with complete honesty. “And I’ll marry you if you have a beer to go along with that popcorn.”
“How about a commitment-free IPA?” Winnie said, wriggling out from beneath the afghan and staggering to her feet.
“I’ll take it,” Nick said, mentally smacking himself.Don’t spook her!
The Soiled Dove Inn wasn’t slated for completion until June 1. He had almost seven months to convince her he wasn’t anything like the Dickweed Ex.
He couldn’t resist raising himself up on his elbow to watch her luscious naked ass as she walked over to the kitchen and bent to pull an air popper from a cabinet.
Ten minutes later, they were snuggling together on the sofa again, sharing a large bowl of perfectly buttered and salted popcorn. Two bottles of Snowberry Springs IPA sat within easy reach on the coffee table.
As Winnie paged through recorded episodes on her DVR, Nick draped his arms around her bare shoulders and drew her close.
Maybe it was the afterglow from spectacular sex, but this moment felt perfect. He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and relaxed.
It was homey, just like Priscilla and Bob’s Sunday dinners, but with the bonus of a beautiful naked woman cuddled up next to him on a cold night.
I wantthis, he thought with sudden fierce longing.All of this—working with Winnie during the day, sharing meals with her and her family, sex with her every night, and then just hanging out like this.
Nick’s work schedule over the past few years meant he’d led a nomadic life. But maybe it was time to put down roots. And Snowberry Springs felt like the perfect place to do that.
The realization floored him. Whatever this thing was with Winnie, it wasn’t just sex. It felt deeper. And it scared the shit out of him.
Oblivious to his epiphany, Winnie selected an episode, then pressed pause. “Hey, Nick, I’ve been meaning to ask. What are your Christmas plans?”
Reviving Snowberry Springswould shut down production between December 20 and January 7. Nick opened his mouth to answer that he and Kegan would be returning to Helena to celebrate the holiday with his parents.
Then he remembered that Mom and Dad were planning to spend Christmas and New Year in Cozumel, Mexico. They’d invited Nick and his brothers to join them, but it had been clear to Nick that the invitation was half-hearted at best.
