Page 10 of Roped By the Cowboy
Sitting up on his lap, I aim his thickness between my thighs. We moan in unison as I press it between my soaked folds, my arousal dripping down his velvety shaft. He sits up a little, hands cupping my ass as I start to move. I do not take him inside me yet. I want to. I want to be filled with him.
Now I just rock slowly, loving the breeze on my skin, the smell of the earth and hay. His mouth closes around one nipple as his hand palms the other breast roughly, pulling and twisting the nipple. I cry out, loving the pain. His teeth bite down because he knows I like it. Rocking faster, I grow wild with need, wanting to come for him, wanting him to see how he turns me on.
Jacob leans back a little, staring up at me in the darkness. There is something so intimate as we sit locked in this embrace, the soft sounds of our bodies meeting, the way he holds mecloser and closer, the heat in his eyes. It is unlike anything I have ever felt before. I had no idea it could ever be this way. Rocking faster, I bend to kiss him, and he opens his mouth, saying my name as my tongue slips past his lips.
“Take it, Jilly Bean,” he moans as I bounce faster, his cock rubbing between my folds, the crown hitting my clit. “Take what you need baby.”
“Jacob!” I shout, head falling back, chest heaving as I come, my thighs trembling as he keeps moving me on his lap. I gasp when I feel him come too, hot jets of cum hitting my pussy, my thighs, my stomach.
“Ah, fuck,” he growls, turning me to pin me beneath him. I think he is going to shove inside of me, take what he wants. What I want too. Only, he doesn’t. Brow furrowed, his eyes soften as he stares down at me. “Oh, my Jilly Bean. Come here, let me hold you again.”
It is then I realize I am sobbing. Body shaking, air stealing, gut wrenching sobs. His powerful arms gather me close, and I hide against his chest. His rough hand rubs circles at my back as I fall apart in his arms. It is the hardest cry I have had in a long time. Full of relief, regret, and guilt.
Earlier I thought this was a mistake. Coming here to flirt or fool around with some stud cowboy. It was a mistake but not for the reasons I thought. I had no idea we would connect this way. That I would feel whole when I am with him. Feel safe when he takes my hand or pulls me close. Things I have not felt in so long. Things I was not sure I would ever get to feel again.
“Jacob,” I start, unsure what I want to say. How can I recover now?
“Calm down, honey. Tell me about the last time you rode a horse.”
“Uh,” I close my eyes, thinking about our ride tonight, his big hand in my panties. He does not mean that ride. “On mygrandpa’s farm in Fellow Falls. I spent summers there. Riding horses, walking the trails, even fishing. Poppa would pack peanut butter and banana sandwiches for us out on his little boat. We would talk about my dad who died when I was little. Out on the boat with him it almost felt like it was the three of us. He would let me ride horses all day if I wanted to.”
“Sounds like a good man, honey.”
“He was. I loved him. Always told me he was proud of me. I always tell my little girl how proud I am of her. I never want her to think for a second, I regret being with her dad. I never could because of her. We just...it ended.”
“How’re you doing with it? You came here to feel something you said.”
“That was a lie, I think,” I admit, hidden against his chest. “I came here for you, Jacob. I was never going to bid on that auction before I saw you. I meant what I said before. About what I did, once I saw you.”
Jacob pulls back, both of us lying on our sides, our bodies tangled together. It is the truth. I was alone. I was hurting. Until I saw his face. I still have no idea what it means. Or what I am doing coming here. What is it I am searching for? What do I expect from him in just one night?”
“Glad I got a front row show of that,” he teases with a smile, his hand sliding over my hip. Grabbing a rough handful of my bare backside, he tugs me closer. “Jillian, whatever you want to do while you have me, we can do. Do not feel guilty. No regrets. Nothing is off limits with me. Not because you bid on me or because you just let me come all over you,” he smirks, slapping my ass before he sobers, touching his brow to mine.
“It doesn’t matter to you I am leaving tomorrow?”
His reaction is almost as if I had slapped him. I want to take the words back but they’re the truth. Tomorrow, I go back home to my quiet house to wait for my little girl to come home.No more steamy nights beneath the stars with a hot cowboy. No more feeling safe. Not more being whole. My chest aches at the idea of being emptied again, of being without him even.
I joked about being roped in for a kiss by him—he roped me in for a hell of a lot more.
“It does matter. Itcan’tmatter though, can it? You have a life waiting. Your little girl. Take what you need from me while you’re here.”
Snuggling against his chest, I nod. I can do that. It is not fair of me, but I can do that. We lie together in the dark talking about horses, about life on a ranch, about the wide-open spaces of this place. His words become so passionate when he talks about working with the rescued horses, with bringing them back to life and it hits me. That is why he was the one I chose, the reason I knew he would give me what I needed.
Jacob wants to save the wounded—and I was wounded, looking to be saved.
If he saves me the way I think he can, how can I leave him?
Chapter Seven
Jacob
Sweet smelling, silky soft skin pressed against mine is heaven.
Jillian’s warm skin against mine reminds me of all the things we did last night, all of which I want to do again. My hand is full of a full, round tit, the other shoved possessively between her thick thighs. A little sigh sounds as my fingers play with her soft folds. They grow wet beneath my touch, and I grunt, spreading her slit open to play with it.
“Jacob,” she whimpers, her leg lifting just slightly to let me play.
“Honey, let me play with you. You don’t want me to stop do you?”
