Page 8 of Roped By the Cowboy
Jillian moves in front of me, taking the brush from me. Her soft body brushes against my hard one. Gosh, she smells so good. Soft, floral, her long golden hair silky against me as she presses closer. Suddenly, my words feel double edged. Can I undo whatever hurt was done to her? I want to try.
Standing there, I take a shaking breath as I drop my hands to her hips. Jillian sighs, letting me pull her back against me. She fits so good against my chest, her plump ass delicious against my cock. Bending my head, I press my face against her throat, breathing her sweetness in. Her sigh is more a moan now and I am encouraged by it.
Reaching one hand around to her front, I slide a hand beneath her little tank top. The second my hand is on her skin, we both moan. My mouth presses to her skin and she nods, urging me on. I kiss her throat, beneath her ear, her jaw. While I kiss her, my hand slides up her front, up, until I fill my hand with her softness.
“Jacob,” she cries as I pinch her budded nipple roughly. “Yes, yes.”
“Whatever you need to feel good again, Jilly Bean. I want it to be me who does it. Will you let me do that for you? You will, won’t you?”
“Yes, yes, God, I want to feel good, Jacob.Please.”
“Shh, I got you honey. Let me get you on a horse, I need to take you somewhere. Will you ride with me?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to let me go,” she admits, turning to stare up at me.
“I won’t, Jilly Bean. I promise, I won’t. Not while you’re here. Not even for a moment, if you don’t want me to.”
“No, I don’t want you to.”
Nodding, I bend to brush my lips over her forehead. We’re both out of breath, my hands still up her shirt, her ass teasing my cock. I will not touch her or even kiss her here. Not where we can be caught. I want to take her somewhere we won’t be bothered. Where no one will catch me doing all the things I want to do to her.
Leading her to another horse, she helps me saddle it with a big smile on her face. Hoisting her up, I give a playful swat to her backside. When her eyes flare with heat, I chuckle. I will remember that. Climbing up after her, I draw her close, practically setting her in my lap instead of on the horse.
Jillian giggles and I flush because, hell, I would give anything for that sound. We set off from the ranch, heading towards my favorite place. I want to share it with her. I might get just one night with her, so I want to make it one both of us won’t ever forget. Settling back against my chest, she sighs as I hold her close, one hand possessively on her belly.
“Tell me about what you do here, cowboy.”
“Everything and nothing. I’ve been here a little over a year. Cody still has not figured out where to put me. Besides this auction, which I am damn thankful for,” I whisper this to her ear, kissing it softly. “I work with the rescued horses. Do whatever grunt work he asks of me. Earn my keep.”
“Then that is where he ought to put you. Hmm, you smell so good, have I said that yet? Leather and oil, from the saddles. It is delicious,” she hums.
“You keep talking to me that way, I might think you fancy me.”
“Oh, good. Because I think I do. What does one do ‘round here if they fancy someone?”
“Guess I would not know. Never fancied someone before, Jilly Bean.”
“There must have been someone before.”
“Not before you walked onto this ranch, there wasn’t. It was no lie that I have no idea how to flirt, honey. I never gave it a shot before. I am doing my best to flirt with you. Hope it is working,” I murmur, kissing her throat again, smiling when her ass starts to rock back against me, confirming it sure is.
“Don’t flirt with someone else this way, cowboy. Because it is working.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, honey. This is just for you.”
Growing brave, I slide my fingers down on her tummy. We’re almost a mile from the ranch now, far off the trails. No one should find us out here. Taking a shaking breath, I undo the button on her jeans. Jillian lets out a little sound, her hips lifting. That’s a go-ahead if I ever saw one. Yanking at the zipper, I slip a trembling hand inside. Her lace panties feel silky against my rough fingers, and I grunt as I push past them.
“Jacob,” she whimpers, hips lifting as my fingers dip lower. “Can you make me feel good again?Please? I need to feel something.”
“Damn sure going to try, honey. Sit back for me. Let me touch you.”
Nodding her head, she falls back, her thighs spreading just enough to let my big hand fit. We both moan as my fingers find her wet, silky pussy. I have never touched a woman before, but I am a quick learner. I push between her slit and she moans, fingers gripping at my thighs as we ride. I find the swollen bud at the top of her pussy and rub it, my cock jerking against her ass when she cries my name and lifts her hips more.
“It’s so soft,” I rasp against her throat, pulling the horse to a stop. “Wet. Did you get this pretty little thing wet for me, honey?”
“You did, cowboy,” she responds with a little laugh before she moans as I rub at her clit. “Guess you do know how to flirt, honey.”
“Good thing. I love how this feels,” I growl, rubbing at her, spreading her wetness all over her folds. I amobsessedwith it. How silky, how hot, how wet. I push my fingers inside of her and she cries out, hips bucking. “Did I hurt you, honey? Tell me what to do, Jilly Bean. I’ve never...”
