Page 34 of My Cowboy Salvation
“I love it when you call me baby.” Playfully, I grip the band of his sweats and yank them down. His dick thrusts forward. “No briefs? Don’t tell me that wasn’t deliberate. You want to fuck me as much as I want to be fucked.” In another life, I would be embarrassed by the words coming from my mouth, but after the things we’ve done together, I’m over it. And I’m ready to test the boundaries.
And he can’t say no. Not tonight.
I drop to my knees and eagerly guide his dick into my mouth, taking the time to stretch my lips and mouth over him. I swallow him until I feel that gagging sensation as his cock hits the back of my throat, and he groans. I glide back up his length, taking my time. I grip him gently at the base of his cock, familiarizing myself with his length and breadth, already feeling that buzzed, lightheaded feeling that soon I will have this entire dick inside me. Lowering my head, I swallow him again while I move my hand up and down, pumping him, bringing him closer to his own climax.
“Ah, fuck.” Logan grips my wrists and pulls me up. His mouth pushes hard against mine, his tongue thrusting forcefully inside, hard and demanding, but I love it, love knowing I’ve made him wild with need. His dick presses mercilessly against my belly, and I burn with the need to have him as I reach behind him and grip his ass.
He pulls me along to the cabinets opposite where we’re standing, and fumbles in the drawer until he’s pulling out a sheath of condoms. I fight back a wave of jealousy as I wonder why he would have these so conveniently placed and who he was planning on fucking when he placed them there, but all thoughts flee my mind as he rips one open and rolls it over his dick. He turns me around so I’m pressed against the wall.
His hand slips up the bottom of my robe, finding a pair of panties he doesn’t even bother to take off as he shoves them aside before pressing the head of his dick to my opening. “You ready for me, baby?”
I moan softly, nodding just before he pushes into me, and I grunt at the impact. He starts to move, holding my hips as he thrusts, and I brace myself against the cabinets, my palms flat as I take all of him in. “Yes. Fuck me, just like that, Chief.”
He pauses, as if trying to keep control, and bends his knees as he slowly pulls in and out, almost massaging the inside of me. “I don’t want to come too fast, baby girl.” But try as he does to keep things slow, the fervor picks up again, and he’s thrusting hard as I moan from my own pleasure. The sound of his balls slapping against me has me nearly going over the edge.
But not quite, something he seems to be aware of, as he stops his thrusting and, picking me up, sets me on the kitchen table—the same table we all ate dinner around last night. Laying me on the surface, he pushes inside again, and I wrap my legs around his hips, savoring the sensations. I stare into eyes that are hot and smoldering but also filled with pleasure as he thrusts in and out. I can’t help but run my hand through the swath of his sandy brown hair that’s fallen forward. He leans into my hand, enjoying this simple touch, and something warm and full blooms in my chest, filling me with more joy than I could have expected.
Logan reaches down and presses his fingers between our bodies, finding my clit, stroking it even as he thrusts again until I feel myself finally going over the edge as the beginning wave of my orgasm rolls over me. I cry out, unable to hold it in, as I stare up at this incredible and amazing man who has never made me feel more wanted, loved, or protected.
He tenses as he reaches his own climax, then thrusts a couple more times before his face relaxes into soft lines. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my mouth.
“Happy birthday, Dylan.”
* * *
“I can seewhy you came back after college,” I say to Hope the next afternoon as we reach the top of a slope that gives us a view of the valley. “It’s so beautiful here.”
“It really is.” She follows my gaze as my horse neighs in seeming agreement.
Like last Saturday, Hope scheduled me in for a ride with her today, something I didn’t feel I could argue with, despite my continued nervousness. But now, an hour into our ride, I feel a lot more calm than when we started. Almost at peace.
I turn to my friend and smile. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”
“Any time,” she says, returning my smile. “Besides, this week has been so busy with lessons, I haven’t had a chance to talk to you about how things went after you and Logan left the festival. I’m dying to know.”
I think back to everything that’s taken place since that night, unsure where to start… or how much she wants to know. “It’s had ups and downs, particularly when Parker arrived Sunday morning.”
She laughs. “Oh, I know about Parker’s arrival. Heck, the entire town has been buzzing about the sexy new guy spending his days either in the library or the cafe with his nose in a book. I meant between you and Logan. I’ve never seen Logan so ruffled. Please tell me all that primping we did was put to good use?”
This time I laugh at her curiosity, almost as if she’s starved for some good girl talk. I know I am. “Without going into the heavy details, I will say that Logan and I had a very pleasurable night after the festival. At least until Parker arrived the next morning, and Logan withdrew all over again.” I described to her the routine we all got in over the past week, some that she already knew since she saw me here at the ranch or heard about Parker’s daily studying habits from people in town.
Then I got to the good stuff, which was my birthday surprise.Allthe surprises. The moment in the concert hall, the locket, the incredible sex in the kitchen, and the repeat in his bed as well as in the early morning just before I snuck back to my room to sleep for another hour.
I thought for sure after the interlude in the kitchen, Logan would give me a quick kiss at my bedroom door and disappear. But in an unexpected development, he pulled me into his room where, after locking his bedroom door, he undressed me and adored of every inch of my body. He made slower, but no less incredible, love to me.
“Okay, you’ve now made me completely jealous,” Hope says, taking a second to pat her horse. “I don’t even know when was the last time I had a good and proper… um, date,” she said, grinning so I didn’t mistake her meaning. “It’s the curse of a small town. Knowing most of the guys around here since they were holding farting contests in middle school.”
A thought occurs to me. “You know, I think Parker is going to be in town for a few more weeks studying for the LSAT. Maybe you could come over for dinner, see if there’s any chemistry between the two of you.”
“Not a chance. Your relationship with Parker and Logan is complicated enough. I’m not getting mixed up with any of that. Besides, it sounds like, from what you’re telling me, Parker still has a thing for you. That’s why Logan’s had a hard time with everything.”
“Yeah. At least that’s one of the reasons I think he struggles. He’s also convinced he’s too old for me, that I should be with someone younger.” Or hewasconvinced. The past twenty-four hours have shown otherwise.
“Well, from the way he looked like he wanted to throw that guy you were dancing with across the room before running his truck over him, I would venture to say he doesn’t really know what he wants. Or rather he does, but he’s trying to find reasons he can’t have it.”
“You’re right about that. Good thing it’s so much fun to remind him how much he wants it every chance I get.” I smile devilishly.
She laughs. “I bet.”
