Page 42 of A Cowboy Takes A Chance

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she bit him lightly on the neck. “Shame on you.”

“Hey, I got you off, didn’t I?” He lifted his head from her neck and stared into her eyes. “But I plan to again.”

Presley moaned as he pounded into her and he was taking her there again so quickly. Burying her face in his neck, she screamed as she came hard and she knew Jaxon followed her over the edge when he groaned, and she could feel him throbbing inside her. He leaned his forehead against hers as they both tried to catch their breaths.

“I’d like candles every day, please,” she said in a breathless voice.

Jaxon laughed. “I’m not sure I could survive this every day.”

When she put her legs down, her knees almost gave out but Jaxon caught her.

“You might have to carry me to bed,” she said, smiling.

Holding her against the wall with his body, he pulled his jeans up then tossed her over his shoulder.

“I think today would be a wonderful day to spend in bed,” he said as he carried her down the hall then kicked the bedroom door closed behind them.

Once they got to the bedroom, Presley noticed the chain around his neck and frowned. He looked down at it, then lifted it over his head, and stuck it in his pocket. She was happy she didn’t have to say anything because she was sure a fight would have ensued if she had. At least, he removed it himself.

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Jaxon woke up a while later to the sound of thunder. He was up against Presley’s back with his arm around her waist, and she was snuggled back against him. Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he pressed his lips there and when she moaned, his dick shot straight up. He groaned low in his throat when she wiggled her butt against his cock.

“You’re asking for it, darlin’.”

Presley laughed low in her throat. “You have more…candles?”

Jaxon burst out laughing. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

Moving his hand down her stomach, he slipped it between her legs and pushed hisfinger between her slit. When her hand moved between them and wrapped around his cock, he almost shot off the bed. She lifted her leg, hooked it over his hip, and rubbed the head of his cock between her legs. Jaxon wrapped his hand around hers to guide him and slid inside her. Presley’s hips moved back against his and they set a rhythm. Jaxon rubbed his thumb against her clitoris and it wasn’t long before he could feel her clenching around his cock. She cried out his name as he groaned and came with her. He couldn’t stop himself from nipping her shoulder, but then kissing the spot.

She leaned her head back and kissed him. “God, that was so good.”

“It’s always good—”

“Don’t think about it, Jaxon.”

“It’s a little hard not to, Presley. You know how I feel.”

“Could we just not talk about it right now? Would you…tell me about your accident, please.”

“It was a car accident.”

“Tell me. All I know is it was a bad accident.”

Sighing, he pulled her back against him. “We were on our way home. I was driving, and Bethany was sleeping. I had just won the buckle at the bull riding event and I was tired. Maybe I shouldn’t have been driving…I don’t know. Bethany drove a lot when we made road trips, but she said she could barely keep her eyes open so I drove. We were planning to make a few stops on the way home to spend some time together. I think she fell asleep before we even made it out of the city limits and the next thing I knew, a car crossed the centerline and hit us head-on. He struck us so hard that our car spun around and slammed into a tree on my side, and I broke my hip and femur. According to the truck behind us, the drunk driver crossed the centerline going at an incredibly high rate of speed. Airbags didn’t help. Bethany hit her head against the side window, and her legs were pinned under the seat but the brain injury is what killed her.” He stopped and Presley heard him swallow hard. “They couldn’t get her out. She told me she knew she wouldn’t get out of the car alive. I still wish it had been me.”

“If it was, would you want her to go on?” she asked softly.

“Of course. I know where you’re going with this, Presley, but even if I did want more with you, you’re leaving.”

“We could—”

“No, we couldn’t. It’s better this way.”

“This way? Meaning just sex?”

“Yes.”

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