Page 65 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“You’ve already got my body and soul,” I rumbled, easing myself back into a seated position on the patio glider. I pulled Piper toward my fingers, walking them up beneath the hem of her sundress. “Right now, I’d really like to give youmy heart,” I growled, the need in my voice plain.
I slouched down on the glider bench, pulling her slick-soaked panties down as Piper checked frantically over her shoulder for any sign of Maisie or the others.
“Don’t you worry—Monty’s two cups deep in a tea party with Princess Pinkie Poodle and the rest of the Pink Princess Patrol, and he’s got Kota and Clay for backup. We’re just fine.” I undid my belt buckle, freeing my massive erection. “Now, come let me take care of you.”
Piper hiked her skirt around her hips and straddled me, the two of us taking a sharp breath as she began to lower herself onto my length.
“Damn it, Pipes,” I hissed, my hands taking hold of her hips as she slowly began to seat herself more fully, my cock disappearing inside her inch by inch. “How dare you feel so damn good,” I growled low against her throat, her quads and glutes firing as she took her time to allow her pussy to stretch and clench around me.
“I’m sorry, give me a minute. I’m so tight and you’re so big.” She whined a little, and it was all I could do not to hook my hips upward in a deep thrust.
“That’s okay, Pipes, take your time. I just wanna make you feel good.” I lay kisses from her neck down to her breasts as she sank deeper, her mouth slowly coming closer to mine.
“Oh my god,” Piper groaned as she fully seated herself on my cock, and my knot soaked in her honey just outside her slick lips.
Our mouths met and our bodies gyrated against one another, helped along by the gentle rocking motion of the glider.
We moaned softly into each other’s mouths as we moved as one—Piper rolling her hips downward into me as I rolled my hips upward.
Breaking the kiss, I moved my hands from her hips to the smocked bodice of her sundress. Gently, I pulled down the stretchy fabric and began to run my tongue over the ring of crescent moon teeth marks I’d left on her right breast.
“Zeke!” she gasped, her hips grinding down against me, as though she could force my knot inside.
“You just keep saying my name, Pipes. I love the way it sounds out of your mouth, especially when you’re about to come,” I rasped, reaching up beneath her skirt to squeeze her ass cheeks as she rode me.
“You’re sodeep,” she moaned as I levered my hips upward on her downstroke.
“Just you wait till my knot’s inside—and I fill you up.” I picked up my pace, her breasts bouncing as I increased in speed and intensity.
“Oh god, Zeke, I want your knot and your hot cum inside me.” Piper gave a high-pitched whine, her blue eyes screwing closed as I hooked my arms through hers. I gripped her shoulders tightly as I pulled her down onto my knot in a single powerful thrust.
“Zeke!” she nearly screamed, muffling her sounds with her cupped hand until I crushed her mouth with mine. Her moans reverberated into my open mouth as her pussy muscles fired madly around my cock, her sweet pussy milking my knot for all I was worth.
The two of us collapsed against each other—me limply slouched in the patio glider, Piper a gasping deadweight on top of me.
We were still panting, knotted together, when Dakota poked his head out of the sliding kitchen door, his eyes taking in the sight of us. I knew what he was seeing—Piper disheveled, her skirt fanned out over both of our laps and the telltale bunching of denim around my ankles, revealing that my pants weren’t fully on, even if he couldn’t actually see anything beneath the chiffon strawberry print of Piper’s sundress.
“Are you kidding me?” Dakota whined like a bratty teenager.
“That’s three.” I grinned, holding up an exhausted OK sign, proudly brandishing my three fingers.
Dakota’s mouth spread into a thin, flat line.
“Three?” Piper sighed, lifting her head from my shoulder. “Honestly, between getting youinand the knot, I’d say it was closer to four times you made me come,” she hummed dreamily before pecking a kiss onto the very tip of my nose.
Dakota, fuming, uttered a spiteful, “Maybe we should count those too. I’ll definitely take the lead,” before he disappeared back through the sliding glass door.
“What was all that about?” Piper blinked, bleary-eyed after our feats of athleticism.
“Oh, don’t worry about him—he’s always been a little jealous of me.” I winked. “Comes with the territory when you’re the biggest one in the pack,” I teased, rocking my hips upward and sending Piper on a momentary ride, since our bodies were still linked together.
“It sounds tough.” She moaned a little. “But something tells me you can handle it.”
Chapter 31
Montana
All six of us packed into three trucks and made our way into town on a bright Thursday morning for Piper’s eighteen-week checkup.
