Page 16 of Cowboy Crush
Her brown eyes are sparkling, and her lips are glistening. I feel that tug between us, and I know exactly how to clue this guy in. And it just so happens to be something I want anyway. Without warning, I lean my head down and press my mouth to hers. My lips tingle and burn as I breathe in her sweet breath. Her lips part and allow my tongue to enter her mouth. When her hot tongue brushes against mine, I lose all control of my body. The dancing stops as my hands move up to cup her cheeks. I tilt her head slightly to the side, giving myself more access. Her hands move up to my chest to fist in my shirt. It’s like she’s clinging to me for dear life.
My heart is racing, and my body is hard with need. I slow the kiss and pull back, not releasing her as I look into her big brown eyes. She’s just as breathless as I am, but I don’t expect the next words to leave her mouth.
“Take me back to your place, Jameson,” she whispers.
I don’t even stop a moment to think about it. I drop my hands from her face, catching her hand in mine and pull her toward the door. I lead her to my truck that’s in the gravel parking lot, and I open the driver’s side door. She hops up into the truck and slides to the middle of the bench seat. I jump in after her and start the truck. It roars to life, and I throw it into gear. I stomp on the gas, and we’re off. I’ve never been so happy that I’ve lived close to the bar in my life. As I drive, she twists her upper half and begins kissing my neck. My right hand moves to her thigh, gently squeezing it. She nips my earlobe, and my eyes want to close with the sensation, but I hold them open to drive as safely as possible.
A few blocks later, I’m pulling into the drive, and I’m shutting off the truck. The moment I do, she’s sliding into my lap, straddling me. Her hands move up to cup my jaw as she directs my lips to hers. Her tongue is back in my mouth, and my hands move down to her thighs. Slowly, I move them up, pushing her dress up as they go. I move past the thin band of her panties and up to her waist, where her dress gets tight. I break my mouth away from hers and kiss down her jaw to her neck and collarbone. I kiss lower, over the swells of her breasts. My hands move up to cup them over her dress, and she lets out a whimper of need.
“Take me inside, Jameson. Show me what you can really do,” she whispers in a breathy tone.
I tighten my arms around her, holding her to me as I step out of the truck. Her mouth is back on mine, and I carry her to the door. I didn’t bother to lock it, so it opens easily, and I step inside, slamming it behind us. With her clinging to me, kissing my jaw, neck, and ear, I walk us to the bedroom. I press her back to the wall as my hands work on unzipping her dress.
She releases her legs from around my waist and stands on her own before me. She slows the kiss and then breaks it. My eyes open and lock on hers. The intensity in them is almost blinding. With her eyes on mine, she moves her hands up to her shoulders, where she brushes the straps off them. When she does that, the whole dress falls into a puddle around her feet as my eyes take her in.
She isn’t wearing a bra. Her chest is big and completely bare before me. Her nipples are small and hard, the perfect shade of pink with a hint of brown. Her stomach is flat, toned, and sexy as hell. Her hips are curvier, the junction between her legs only covered by a thin pair of white lace panties. I fall to my knees before her, moving my mouth to her breasts.
I kiss over the swell as my hands move up to cover them. I press them together as I kiss my way to her nipple that I suck into my mouth. My tongue flicks against it, and her head falls back against the wall as a gasp escapes her lips. Her hand moves up to my head, her fingers lacing into my short hair that’s on the top of my head. She pulls slightly, but it feels good. It feels like she’s pulling me toward her and not away.
She releases my hair after a moment, moving her hands to my upper back where she starts to gather my shirt in her hands. She bunches it up until I pull away from her to rip it over my head. Once I throw it onto the floor, I stand, capturing her mouth once again as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed, settling myself between her legs. Her hands feel good as they roam around my chest, biceps, back, and shoulders. Her nails dig into my back as I kiss down her neck again over her chest and to her stomach. I push her panties down her hips, and she immediately starts working on freeing me from my jeans. I shove them down my hips, and my dick springs free—long, hard, and standing at attention.
Taking myself in hand, I guide myself to her entrance. I haven’t even entered her yet, but already, she’s dripping with need for me. I use my tip to drag her wetness up to her clit. She lifts her hips, a way of telling me she wants me and she wants me now. I move back down to her entrance and press forward. I slide inside only barely. Her hands tighten on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin, egging me on. I pull back slightly, then thrust in deep, connecting us as one. She lets out a loud moan, and every muscle in my body tightens with excitement. My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her into my thrusts.
Her mouth smashes against mine again, and she kisses me. She’s so hot and tight around me that I feel like I can explode at any minute. It’s been too long since I’ve been here. My body doesn’t know what to do with all this stimulation. It feels like a storm raging inside me. It’s pulling me from this way and throwing me that way. There’s a tug-of-war, and I don’t know which side will win. All I know is that if I don’t slow down soon, I’m going to lose.
I roll us over, putting her on top of me. She sits up straight, putting her hands flat against my chest as she moves her hips back and forth, grinding against me. Leaning forward, she begins to roll her hips and tightens around me. She’s already ready to come undone. My hands move to her hips, and I help her move a little faster.
Her tits are bouncing in front of my face, and her eyes are closed with her head dipped back. Her lips are parted, and her breathing is heavy. Soft moans and whimpers escape with every move of our bodies. When I move my hand down between her legs, applying pressure to her clit, she explodes. Her moans turn to screams, and her hips have a rhyme that’s all their own. I work harder, faster wanting to keep her dangling over the edge she’s already fallen from. She rides out every last wave of pleasure before collapsing on top of me, breathless and weak.
I lift her off me and move her to the side. Then I flip us over and pull her hips into the air, sliding into her from behind. The moment we’re connected again, she lets out a long moan of approval. I keep my hand on her hips, pulling her back into my thrusts. I roll my hips and push deeper. I move faster and harder and her crying out my name only makes me want her more. My release begins to build quickly, and there’s no stopping it this time. I know I’m going to explode, and I’m not wearing a condom, nor did I think to ask about birth control. I’m too far gone to figure anything out, so when I finally explode, I pull out as quickly as I can. I take myself in hand and pump out every last drop onto her lower back. She collapses in front of me, and it takes everything inside me to keep myself from falling over too.
My ears are ringing, and my neck is throbbing. My fingertips are now numb with my arms tingling. I fall beside her and snatch a tissue off the bedside table. I wipe up my mess from her back, and she rolls over to her side to face me. We’re both breathless, weak, done. My whole body feels relaxed in ways it hasn’t in years. All I can think about is using this blissful moment to fall asleep. I don’t remember making the decision, but before I know it, I’m out.
11
HANNAH
Iwatch him fall asleep. He looks so peaceful, content, and relaxed. My heart hammers away in my chest, and my breathing is labored. I’m tired, still buzzing from my time at the bar, and now buzzing for a whole different reason. My body feels alive, excited but weak. I know I should get up, call one of the girls and have them come and get me, but I just need a few more moments to gather myself.
The next thing I know, my eyes open, and the morning sun is streaming through the window above the bed. I look around the room, and nothing looks familiar. Then I look beside me and see a man. He’s sleeping on his stomach, his back is naked, and that scar on the back of his neck is more visible than ever. It’s several inches long with little marks on either side from stitches. I wonder what he could’ve done to earn such a big scar. The scar is so light compared to the rest of his tanned skin that I almost expect it to feel cold. I want to run my finger along it.
I roll onto my stomach, and just as I’m about to reach out for it, his eyes open and lock in on mine. The corners of his mouth pull up slightly as acknowledgment washes over him.
“Good morning,” I tell him, leaning up and kissing his shoulder. He rolls onto his back, and he wraps his arms around me, directing my lips to his. He kisses me gently, soft.
When the kiss breaks off, I ask, “How did you get that scar?”
His hand raises, and he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “I broke my neck a few years ago.”
I gasp. “How?”
“I was a bull rider. I got bucked off. Landed wrong.”
I move to straddle him and kiss his chest. “That sounds bad.” I kiss the other side of his chest.
“It nearly killed me. I had to be rushed to emergency surgery. Spent months in the hospital, then another year doing physical therapy. They said my life would forever be changed. That I’d be disabled. Well, I proved them wrong,” he says with a smirk as he rolls us over and he moves on top of me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers grazing the raised skin. It’s not cold like it looks. It’s warm, just like the rest of him. “I’m glad they were wrong,” I tell him.
