Page 102 of Owned By The Cowboy
He groans against my skin, his voice rough and warm, muffled on me. He nudges my legs apart, settling between them like he’s staking a claim, and I’m already a goner, my heart doing that stupid flippy thing it does when he looks at me like that, all hunger, love andmine.
I prop myself up on my elbows because no way am I missing this show. His blue eyes flick up to meet mine, and that cocky smirk of his should be illegal. “What?” he husks, all innocent, like he’s not about to wreck me. Again.
“You know what,” I mutter, but my words hitch when his lips brush the inside of my thigh, sending a jolt straight to my pussy. “You’re trouble.”
“Only for you.” He kisses higher, teasing, his breath warm and maddeningly close. My hands fist his thick, soft hair, trying to anchor myself, but then his tongue flicks through my folds, slow and slick, and I’m done for. A moan slips out before I can stop it, and I feel his chuckle vibrate against me, low and smug.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasp, my hips twitching as he licks again, firmer this time, finding my clit. He’s not rushing, not even a little, his tongue moving in lazy, deliberate circles that have me seeing stars. His hands grip my thighs, keeping me open, and I’m torn between wanting to pull him closer and needing to catch my breath.
“Love those sounds you make, princess,” he says, his voice all gravel and heat, and then he’s back at it, his mouth working me over with a focus that’s almost unfair. He teases my clit with soft, quick flicks, then slows down, dragging his tongue in a way that makes my legs shake. My fingers in his hair, tugging hard, and he groans, the sound taking me higher.
“Honey, I…” I can’t finish, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he sucks gently, just enough to make my whole body tense. He pushes two thick fingers inside me, and I’m gone. My back arches, a loud, shameless moan ripping outof me as pleasure crashes through, wave after wave, leaving me trembling and spent.
He doesn’t stop; his tongue just softens, coaxing me through the aftershocks until I’m a puddle, panting and useless. He kisses his way back up, lingering on my hip, my stomach, before hovering over me, that damn grin back in place. “Still good?”
I laugh, weak and breathless, swatting at his chest. “You’re an ass.”
“Your ass, now,” he says, tapping the ring on my finger, his eyes soft but smug. He drops next to me, pulling me against him, and I curl into his warmth, still buzzing.
“Gonna keep me like this forever?” I ask, my voice all sleepy and sated, my fingers tracing the ink on his arm.
“Forever’s the plan, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “But I’m gonna need at least a sandwich before round five.”
I snort, burying my face in his chest.
* * *
“Why do you look like that?”
Nia’s voice floats in from the hallway just as I’m wiping the stupid grin off my face.
“Like what?” I ask, trying to play it cool.
She strolls into the living room with a bag of chips, one brow arched so high it’s practically levitating. “Like you just got off the phone with Beyoncé.”
I glance down at the ring on my finger and casually tuck my hand under my thigh.
Too late. She catches it.
“Oh my God, Mama!” she yells. “You got engaged!”
She drops on the couch next to me, tossing her legs over the arm. “Did Blayne go down on one knee or just grunt it out?”
I laugh. “You know he’s in the kitchen and can probably hear every word you say, right?”
Blayne’s deep voice drifts in from the next room. “I grunted it out, thanks for asking.”
“Ugh,” she groans, rolling her eyes.
Before I can respond, Jaylen jogs in from the backyard, tracking grass across the tile.
“Mom, do we have any more Gatorade? I’m…” He stops mid-stride, eyes bouncing between me and Nia. “What’s going on?”
“They’re getting married!” Nia shrieks.
Jay’s eyes widen. “Wait. Like… for real?”
Blayne appears in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Yep. Your mom said yes.”
