Page 69 of Rough Cowboy
“I missed this.” I kiss her lips. “Why haven’t we been doing this for the last three weeks?”
My cock is hard from watching her come and press against her wet entrance.
“Because we plan to do this for the rest of our lives.” She wraps her arms around my neck and slowly thrusts her hips.
I move back and press my forehead against hers. “I only brought one condom,” I growl.
Her nails dig down my back and pierce my ass cheeks. “I’m already pregnant, and if we’re the only two we’ve been having sex with for the last year—besides Sammy.”
I shake my head. “Don’t bring him up right now,” I snarl.
She pulls my ass, and I slide inside her wet, hot, waiting pussy. Slow and deep until I’m buried to the hilt. She feels so damn good. I thrust harder, faster, deeper.
The desire in her eyes makes me shiver. Our heated bodies are slick with sweat. We stroke, caress, love, and cling to each other like our next breath depends on it. I thrust again and again until I take us both over the edge. We cling to each other as our bodies pulse with the aftershocks.
“Banglefuck location number one down,” I whisper in her ear.
“I can’t wait to complete the list.” She strokes my hair.
I hear heavy footsteps clamber up the stairs. “Shit, someone’s coming.”
I pull my jeans over my ass and toss her dress at her. We’re too slow. Sammy halts to a stop at the top of the stairs. His face twists into a scowl, and his eyes blaze with anger as he beholds the sight before him.
I step in front of Elsie to give her privacy to put on her dress. “Listen, Sammy—”
“I don’t want to hear a fucking word you have to say.” His lip curls into a sneer.
Seconds tick by, and the tension in the room becomes almost unbearable.
“It’s not what you think, Sammy.”
“Oh really? Then what the hell is it? Were you just practicing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?”
“Sammy, I love her.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” His voice drips with contempt and disgust.
“Sammy?” Elsie moves around me.
“And you.” He points at Elsie. “I did everything for you. You were terrified, and I offered you a good life—a fan-fucking-tastic life.”
“You can still give her a good life. We can all make this work.”
Sammy cuts me off. “You, shut the fuck up. You don’t have a damn clue what is going on.”
“Tell me. I’ll do anything.”
“Really? I told you to get the hell out, and I come home and find you screwing the one person I instructed you to stay the fuck away from.”
“Wait? What?” Elsie moves forward. “You told him to stay away from me?”
“Don’t you dare get all patronizing with me,” my brother warns Elsie.” He inhales loudly. “I came here to drive you to the ultrasound. Let’s go before everyone starts asking questions.”
I have some goddam questions to ask, but Elsie rushes off so damn quickly I don’t get in one.
