Page 17 of My Cowboy Salvation
“You will. It’s going to take some time, and I’m going to try, starting now, to be around more, so you’re not all alone.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She shakes her head. “You’re doing so much for me already.”
“Clearly, not enough.” I stare into those slate-colored eyes. And in that moment, I realize I’m holding a beautiful young woman dressed in only a small, threadbare tank top and panties. And nothing else.
Fuck. I can feel myself already getting hard, and I shift my position, hoping she’s unaware of my current state. Just what she needs. Her ex’s old man hitting on her when she’s feeling so fragile. I lift her on the bed, but she’s still clinging to me and staring at me with such intensity, that I know what she’s going to do. She leans forward and presses that soft, full mouth to mine.
Jesus Fucking Christ. She’s so sweet and perfect, her mouth so fucking amazing, that I can’t do anything but return the favor. Our lips tease against each other at first, before finding the right fit, and I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers, then outlining the edges of her mouth. I savor the taste of her, sweet and hot like honey. Instinctively, my hand rests on her breast, molding its softness as I’ve been longing to since I first saw them naked and glistening in the bath. Dylan moans into my mouth, and, God help me, I want nothing more than to release my dick and search for her wet heat until I’m pushing so fucking far inside her she’s screaming my name.
My free hand slides down her belly and pushes into the top of her panties and down along the softness of her mound until I’ve found that sensitive bit of flesh. I circle it with my finger until she bucks her hips up against my hand.
I know somewhere in the dark recess of my mind I should shut this down and tuck her into bed, but I’ve started something neither of us can stop even as she moves against my hand, searching for that release. “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I murmur against her mouth. It’s only when I push my finger into the tight channel that I sense she’s close. It only takes me crooking my finger, rubbing against the sensitive spot, to send her over the edge, and she screams as she tightens her entire body around me, riding the wave of pleasure.
It’s torture for me not to lay her down on this bed and push into that slick tightness with my dick and find my own release. But what I’ve done to her is far more than I should have, and as her breathing slows and her eyes open, I’m hit with guilt.
I just brought my son’s girlfriend to a satisfying orgasm.
She’s limp as she sinks against my chest, and slowly I bring my hand from between her legs and take a long, shuddering breath.
“You need to get some sleep.”
Her brows furrow, then she nods almost sheepishly and slides to the bed. Coming over, I pull the blanket up and around her, ready to leave so I can berate myself in private, but she clings to my hand, stopping me in my tracks. “C-can you stay with me? Just a little longer.”
How could I deny that simple request? “Of course.” Almost awkwardly, I sit next to her as she sinks into the covers, her hand still in mine. Her eyes close, and it only takes another minute or two for her hand to grow limp as she drifts off to sleep.
I don’t leave. Not just yet.
Instead, as she sleeps quietly next to me, I relax against her, brushing her hair from her face, enjoying for just this one and only moment, the feeling of her hand in mine, the memory of her face softened in pleasure from my touch, and the scent of her arousal still clinging to me.
Fuck. What the hell have I done?
Chapter 9
Dylan
I hangup the last bridle and look around the tack room on Thursday afternoon, nodding in approval at its tidiness. I head out to the side pasture where Hope is working with one of her clients.
Hope’s voice is soft and patient as she encourages the young girl, who I would guess is around seven or eight. Her face is one of serious contemplation as she sits on top of the beautiful chestnut-colored horse. “Looking good, April. Make sure you keep your heels down. That’s it,” Hope coaches as she holds a rope that’s latched onto the horse. I’m guessing that’s simply a precaution, as April appears to be doing most of the steering.
Steering? Is that even the right word? I still have a lot to learn. Fortunately, Hope has a lot of patience and has helped me avoid more than one disaster. If only her verbal guidance had been available last night when I threw myself into Logan McCall’s arms. Although, from my recollection, he didn’t seem to mind it so much, returning my kiss with the perfect amount of pressure until I was fairly breathless and tingling with anticipation for more.
And that he delivered.
When I woke up this morning, I almost convinced myself it was a dream, an example of my fantasies getting so out of hand. But there was no way I could have imagined with such vividness that feeling of his warm hand on my breast, kneading it with just the right amount of pressure, or his fingers touching me so expertly before bringing me to a toe-curling orgasm.
It was the most scintillating moment of my life—except for the fact I was so overcome with blissful pleasure from my climactic release that my fatigue hit fast and hard. I barely made it to the pillow before sleep found me. I cursed myself for that when I woke up, wondering how much more we could have done long into the morning otherwise. Instead, I woke up to an empty house with Logan already off to work.
I sigh. Maybe that was for the best, since I don’t know how I’m going to face him.
“When am I going to getyouout here on Verona, Dylan?” Hope asks, breaking into my thoughts. “April, did you know that Dylan has never been on a horse in her life?”
The solemn little girl glances quickly over, and her lips twitch in shy amusement.
“It’s true. I haven’t been on a horse. Yet,” I add. “I have to confess. I’m a little nervous about riding. What do you think, April? Should I give Verona a try?”
April stares with large blue eyes and nods.
It’s not a fear of horses that has kept me from riding up to now. It’s more the fear of how ridiculous I’m going to look trying to ride one. Okay, and fear of falling off. That’s another big one.
