Page 94 of Mister Cowboy
As he bucked his hips up, she moved faster. Licking, sucking, pumping, and climbing with him because his pleasure turned her on as if the tables were turned and he’d had his mouth on her.
He tried to pull her up, but she disregarded his movement and sucked harder, hollowing out her cheeks.
“Christ, woman,” he said in a voice that sent goose bumps over her skin. He moved, pushing her back onto the bed and entering her before she’d even registered the switch in positions.
“I love you,” she cried out, and his eyes darkened.
He took over the pace, rough and hard. One hand found her clit, and he circled it as he pounded into her.
On a long moan, she closed her eyes, ready to splinter into a million pieces.
“Look at me,” he said in a soft voice, a contradiction to the way his body moved.
She met his eyes, and in them, she saw love. More love than she’d ever thought possible. She kept her eyes open for as long as she could, watching the glorious way his face changed as his orgasm grew closer. Then the magnitude of her climax forced her eyes shut. His groans came, followed by the sweet sound of her name on his lips.
* * *
“Doyou think I blew my chance? He didn’t even bring up moving in together. He just said we’d take it slow.” She turned to Michael for answers as they re-stocked the liquor and wine behind the bar.
“Nah, I’m sure he’s just trying not to scare you off. You did avoid him for three days after he asked.” Michael paused and turned to look at her, concern in his eyes. “Are you really good with the fact that he’s going to have a baby with another woman?”
“I mean… I don’t love the fact that Nadia will always be a part of his life, but yes. The way he’s so determined to be there and to be a good father only makes me love him more. The man bought a crib, Michael.”
“Then, just give it time. He said slow, but we both know Brecken’s idea of slow is full tilt. Besides, he’s already invited you into his life—including his future child’s. That’s huge. You get to be the wicked stepmom.” Michael winked with a devilish grin. “And when the two of you are ready, you can add more babies to the Blackstone clan. I’ll be an uncle.” He looked off dreamily. “Uncle Michael… nah, Uncle M. Nope. Hmm. I’m gonna have to think on this.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He asked me to move in,” which she’d totally blown, “there was no proposal or talk of babies.” Just saying the words put butterflies in her stomach. Is that where they were headed? He’d said love and mentioned the future, but they’d never discussed getting married or having kids together.
“I got a new client,” she said, hoping to change the subject.
“Oh yeah? Congrats.”
“I’m a little nervous. She said she’d prefer to discuss the details of the project in person instead of over the phone.” January shot a worried glance in his direction.
“Kinky sex closets here you come. You have arrived.”
Michael moved to the back to switch out kegs, and January wiped down the bar top, eyes glazed as she mentally replayed their morning together. So many things were still a question mark. How would things work when the baby came? Would Nadia continue to try to come between them? And the scarier ones, too. Would she be any good at helping to raise a child? How would she feel when the baby came? Would Brecken still want to be with her?
Baby steps, she reminded herself. They were taking this slow. Her heart ached at how close she’d been to what she wanted and it scared her to realize she was the one who’d screwed it up this time. He’d offered her exactly what she wanted—a life with him, and she’d rebuffed it because it wasn’t the perfect scenario she’d always dreamed of. She’d aired on the side of propriety, like she always had. Like she’d been taught to do.
She wouldn’t make that mistake twice, she vowed. Next time she would be ready. Manners be damned.
“Earth to January.” Michael waved a hand in front of her eyes before she’d realized he was back.
Shaking her head, she smiled over at him. “Sorry.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes.” She tossed the rag aside. “I’m just replaying it over and over in my head. I can’t help but feel like I blew it. What if he doesn’t ask me to move in again?
“Maybe you should bring it up.”
“No. I can’t. I need him to be sure.”
“Holy shit, is that Brecken?” Michael pointed toward the entrance where Brecken stood in jeans and a cowboy hat. If she’d thought he looked good enough to jump off the pages of a fashion magazine in his flashy suits, then today he was straight out of every country movie she’d ever seen. Who knew she preferred rugged and outdoorsy to Armani?
He caught her eye and strutted forward. Damn. She’d burn every suit he owned to see him dressed likethatevery day.
Glancing down at Brecken’s hands she smiled at the hat, recognizing it from Sam Blackstone’s closet. Grinning, he twirled the black cowboy hat with both hands and settled it on his head in one smooth motion.
