Page 89 of Nanny for the Cowboy

Her cries are muffled, but I take in each one, pulling them in like they’re the air I need to survive.

Eventually, Clover yanks me up her body, crashing her lips against mine as she pulls my hips forward. I sink into her, my cock bottoming out, and we both groan from the overwhelming pleasure.

She fits me like a glove, and I’ll never take her off. I could live here in this moment forever, and for now, that’s what I’m going to believe.

I’m going to believe I can be here—my Lucky wrapped around my shaft, taking me so well—andnowhereelse.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Clover is close, her walls hugging me so fucking tightly, and I pump harder, ignoring the way my muscles burn, the way my previously broken arm is protesting how much I’m gripping the sheets beneath Clover’s hips.

That’s not real pain. The real pain will be when I have to watch her leave. That’ll be when I’m lying alone in bed again and likely…for the rest of my life.

But I’m not there. I won’t be there yet. I’m here, making love to this perfect woman, and I won’t think about anything else.

I can’t.

Surging around me, Clover falls apart, her pussy fluttering around my cock as the orgasm claims her. It calls for mine, but I can’t come—not yet.

I need more of this. So I keep going, flipping her around so that I can come up behind her. Clover cries out into the pillow, the down inside only just muffling the sound.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come again. Come again for me.”

“Brooks…it’s so much…ugh!” She grips the pillow till her knuckles turn white. “Oh…yesss…”

My cock thickens, every move and sound from Clover is enough to send me right over the edge, but I love this too much to stop.

Just a little longer.

When she falls apart again for me, for a third time, I can’t hold back anymore, and I lose myself in her, emptying myself into Clover.

My Lucky Clover.

The world around us starts to solidify again, but I keep it at the edge of my awareness. I need this feeling for just a bit longer.

At least…that’s what I tell myself.

THIRTY-TWO

Clover

The outdoor patio of the bar and grill is somewhat packed, considering it’s lunchtime. But the sun is bright, the sky is clear, and it’s the perfect vibe for this wonderful afternoon.

Okay, I’m floating on cloud nine a bit. I’ll admit it.

I’m still thinking about last night, and if I’m honest, it’s hard not to since I’m reminded of it every time I take a step. I’m damn sore, but ugh, it was worth it.

“You’re certainly happy. You’ve been smiling since you got here.” Rosie grins back at me, and I have to laugh.

I knew I didn’t have much of a poker face, but damn.

“Yeah, yeah.” I wave her off. “I’m in a good mood. So sue me.”

Rosie giggles, sipping at her sweet tea. “I’m only teasing. I’m glad that you’re in such a good mood. I just have to wonder if it has anything to do with your performance.”

Nodding, I pop a fry into my mouth and finish chewing before saying, “It’s definitely part of it. I had a lot of fun last night.”

“I’m so glad!” She claps her hands together before taking a bite of her salad. “You did amazing, and you know I want you back.”

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