Page 73 of Cowboy of Convenience
"So, we decided to get married and had a wedding in less than twelve hours, but you think I should wait to have sex with you?" Evelyn pursed her lips as she shifted her hands to the tub edge behind his head, using the hold as leverage to work her body closer. "Isn't there a saying about buying the cow?" She rubbed her tits against his chest. "Because I'm pretty sure my purchase of the cow is complete."
Grady started to chuckle but the drag of her pussy against his cock turned it to a groan. "That's not what that saying is about." He fought a little harder to get the movement of her hips under control. "And I'm not sure I like you comparing me to a cow."
"Why not? Your mom was a proud heifer." She leaned in a little closer. "At least that's what I heard."
“Funny.” Grady couldn't help the drop of his eyes as they moved over her slick, glistening skin. "Did you wake up this morning and decide to be a pain in the ass or did it happen later on?"
Evelyn’s lips slowly tipped into a mischievous smile, the action sending his blood pumping. "I woke up this morning upset that you didn't finish what you started last night."
Last night was... Complicated. Everything had been fine, better than fine actually, right up until they were in the thick of it. Then something changed. There was a shift in Evelyn. One he couldn’t pinpoint the reason for, which was frustrating as hell. So he hit the brakes. It was the only option he had since his ability to read his new wife left a lot to be desired.
Which was why he wasn't sure what was different between then and now, but something sure as hell was. She’d gone from almost hesitant to downright dangerous.
"I'm not in the habit of fucking women who aren't as into it as I am, Ev." Grady put the only thing he was sure of between them, hoping she might offer some much-needed clarity.
Evelyn’s eyes moved over his face. "That's not what happened."
"Okay. Then tell me what did happen." He’d tried to figure out what she was thinking—what she was feeling—more than a few times today, and every single one of them came up blank. That left him with no alternative. All he could do was ask and hope Evelyn was willing to open up to him.
She traced a line across his skin, following a drip of water as it ran down his arm. "I've never had sex that was more than sex, and it was a little overwhelming."
Grady studied her face, not because he was trying to see what she wasn't saying—he'd given up hope of that—but because he couldn't look away. "Why not?"
His new wife offered a half-shrug. "I was just trying to ruin my grandma’s ability to easily marry me off. There was really nothing else in it for me." She sighed. "I should probably feel bad about it, but I always made it clear that I wasn't looking for anything more."
"But you wanted more with me?" He couldn’t stop himself from asking. He needed to hear it. Needed to know they were both in the same place.
Evelyn tipped her head to one side, laughing. "I think it's a little late for you to ask me that."
Grady gave her ass a little smack, the movement splashing the now lukewarm water around. "I meant last night. You wanted more with me last night. Before Gram-Gram showed up with a full wedding plan."
Evelyn smoothed down the lines of his chest hair. "Wanting more with you just kind of came out of nowhere." Her lips curved in a teasing line. "Kinda like that last little piggie does."
He understood that, but… “You’re not really answering my question, Ev.”
The teasing line of her lips slipped, working into something more serious. “I did answer your question.” She smoothed her hands over his skin, each sweeping touch sliding a little lower than the one before it. “I didn’t have to marry you, Grady.” Evelyn traced the lines of his pecs. “My grandmother was never going to make me marry anyone. I could have stayed single without worrying what might happen.” Her hands dipped under the water as they moved over his stomach. “I could have even stayed in Moss Creek. I could have told her the truth and she would have understood.” Her hand tickled against the curve of his obliques. “But I didn’t.” Her tickle of a touch suddenly became firm and solid as it gripped the line of his dick. “I married you. Promised to love you until the day I died in front of God and your sick mother.” She fisted him tight. “If that doesn’t say I want more from you, I don’t know what would.”
He groaned as she pumped his cock, water easing the glide of her skin against his. “I want it all from you, Ev.” The honesty in her words pulled a confession from his lips. “I want everything.”
“Yeah?” Her lips brushed against his. “What’s everything?”
“If you can think of it, I want it.” He gripped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as she worked his cock. “Marriage. Babies. Rocking chairs on the porch. All of it.”
“You’re already a third of the way there.” She moved in closer. “And it wouldn’t take much for you to have two out of three.”
She was killing him. “Don’t fucking tempt me with that, Ev.”
He’d been so alone for so long and the thought of having not only Evelyn, but someone he could love the way his parents loved him was—
“But you said you wanted everything.” She rocked against him, the angle of her hand changing. “Maybe I want everything too.” The heat of her body teased against his, taunting him.
And as much as he wanted to give in, it couldn't happen.
"You’ve faced a lot of changes lately, Sweetheart." Grady hooked his arm around her waist, lifting Evelyn up and out of the water the same way he had the night before. "I think we need to wait a while before we pile any more on." He set her down on the bathmat, drying her off before wrapping her in a fresh towel. "We have a lot to figure out before we start adding to our plate."
"Like what?" Evelyn peeled the towel from her body and stepped close, reaching out to carefully dry his skin.
"We need to decide where we’re going to live. Do we want to take over the house at the ranch or stay here?" He watched as she tenderly took care of him, gently blotting away the water from their bath. "We need to decide where we’re going to stick Gram-Gram and her full-service butler when they come to visit." He lost his train of thought as she dropped to her knees, working the towel over his legs, her full mouth dangerously close to the jutting line of his cock.
