Page 104 of My Cowboy Freedom
“Wait.” Deliberately, he inched his way back down my body, delivering licks and kisses and tiny, tantalizing bites across my skin. “I need to taste.”
He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t have to.
My cock bobbed—hot, hard, and leaking precum—millimeters from his plump, firm lips. Liquid fire pooled in my belly. My back. Heat spread down my legs.
He wrapped his hand around my cock—
“Stop.” Panicked, I dug my hands into his hair. “Boss will send you away.”
He shook his head. “Worth it.”
So. Fucking. Embarrassing. He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he dove onto my cock, deep-throating me like it was nothing, like he had all the time in the world and breathing was a minor inconvenience or a suggestion he would take, later, maybe. Watching his cheeks hollow as he drew off my aching cock, holding his head between my hands as he did something just fucking dirty with his tongue made my spine sizzle.
Oh—
“No, no...”Oh Christ...
Sky, Sky, Sky!
Pleasure like I’d never known lit me up inside and I spilled, sick with dread and shame and still whispering his name, over and over, as burst after burst of pleasure rocked me. As he swallowed every single drop, strangled, helpless cries escaped me. He pulled off, dragging me close for more kisses.
Tasting myself on his tongue fucking broke my heart.
“Stop this,” I practically sobbed the words. “You need the Rocking C more than you need to suck my dick. Things are good for you here. I can’t let you lose that.”
“I don’t care.” He lifted my hands, kissing each in turn, and then he brushed a melting kiss to the tip of my cock before tucking it away inside my clothes again and zipping me up with a lover’s tender touch.
I said, “You have to.”
He sagged, resting the weight of his head on my hip bone. “What I need isyou.”
“You need the ranch.” Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tried to soothe some of the tension from his body. “Sterling said if this happens between us, you can’t stay.”
“He warned me off too. He said if I don’t leave you alone, you’ll probably have to go back to your folks. Foz said they’ll even send you to one of those Christian brainwash camps. I came by tonight to tell you this can’t happen, but”—he sighed heavily—“I fucked it up.”
“Oh, Skyler.” Sick with sorrow, my hands shook while I caressed him. “We need to be so smart—”
“I’m strong.” He said quietly. “But I can’t go back to prison.”
“Then we can’t do this. We need to stop this now—” I tried to move. “Get off me, baby.”
In response, his arms tightened around my hips. “No.”
“Nothing’s worth your freedom.” If I wanted him to argue, that was just selfishness. I knew what was right in this situation. We both did.
Still, he didn’t let go.
I let myself enjoy holding him more than I should have.
“C’mon,” I said gently.
“Don’t go yet. Please.” His heart clattered against my thigh. He turned his head, and spit or snot or tears dampened my jeans.
Wait.Tears?
“Sky—”
“I’m such a fucking fraud.” He choked the words out. “I pretend I’m some baddass but it’s all an act, man. I’m just so goddamn tired of watching my back.”
Once he said the words, his whole body went lax in my arms.
“Do you think you could just hold me for a while?”
“Aw, Christ.” I sighed. “C’mere.”
Without taking my eyes from his, I reached for him.
“I should probably tell you what happened,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone but the lady prison shrink the whole story.”
