Page 18 of Fallen Cowboy
She gasped, her back arching slightly and her fingers dug into my hair.
Her eyes opened and locked with mine, just as the sun started to rise. I didn’t need to see it; I could just watch it in the pools of her eyes.
“Troy,” she moaned, arching upward again, but she wasn’t going to rush me. I wanted to taste every little bit of her. I wanted to take her to the edge and back. I wanted her to coat my face so that I could taste her all day long.
“I like that. I want more of it too,” I told her, before slipping my tongue back in faster.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her fingers tugging on my locks. But I didn’t care. She could tug, yank, scratch me all she wanted, and I’d love her all the more for it.
Because that meant she was claiming me.
Because she wanted to tell the world I was off limits.
And I was.
I fully belonged to her. Just like she fully belonged to me.
Even if she didn’t admit it yet.
I worked back up to her clit, sucking on it harder as I slid a finger into her.
Her gasps, her cries, her parted mouth, and dilated eyes all fucking made me harder than I thought I would be. But I still vowed that our first time together would not be here.
“That’s it, Cowgirl,” I told her, adding another finger while I flicked and sucked on her clit yet again.
“Shit, Troy, I’m coming.”
“Do it. Coat my face. Let me taste every last part of you.”
She stared at me as if that was something new, and even in the midst of this passion, that pissed me off.
Had no one treated her right?
I was about to change that. I was going to make sure that she was a woman pleased both in the bedroom and out of it.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Taste. You.” I enunciated each word with a nip at her clit and a fast and hard thrust of my fingers against her.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed, her legs shaking as she came, giving me just what I wanted. I licked her clean, her body trembling from the aftereffects, and I felt like a king.
“No one…did…that…” she started as I held her.
“Not anymore,” I told her and meant it.
Chapter 9
~ Anelise ~
Iwasn’t sure how I got roped into this outing. Or better yet, how I conned Troy into it. One minute, he was dropping me off and doing his best to ignore a glare from my brother.
Which, given what he was going on, was rather funny.
Anyway, he was dropping me off, talking about having a good day, and then next thing I knew, MaryBeth came flying around the corner, launching herself in my arms, and talked about howher Uncle Markus was going to the apple orchard and that we should all go.
When I looked at him, he only shrugged.
I couldn’t say no, and neither could Troy.
Then, as we were getting ready to leave, Markus had to go fuss with the horses.
