Page 25 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
“Maybe I wanted to drive you a little crazy.”
“Mission accomplished, darling.” I put down my beer and took her drink from her hand. I pulled her into my arms completely, pressing my body to hers. “You feel how hard you make me? I don’t even know if I can walk to the door right now.”
She smiled up at me. “Anything I can do to help, cowboy?”
I growled in her ear. “Yeah. You’ll be helping me when we get home, dropping to your knees and taking me in that smart mouth of yours.”
When she licked her lips, I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed the nape of her neck and crushed my mouth over hers. My tongue thrust inside her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, and I didn’t care who the hell saw us. “We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it ten.” She ground herself against me and I had to swallow a groan.
“Does my naughty girl want to be spanked tonight?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe.”
I released her and took a step back. “Now go say goodnight to whoever you need to.”
Walking out of the community center was torture. Everyone seemed to want to say something to us. They had no mercy on the state of my cock. And the drive home was torture. She had her hand on my thigh, slowly moving higher with each passing mile.
“You know,” she said, her voice soft in the dark cab. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Yeah?” I covered her hand with mine, stopping her before she killed us both. “What’s that?”
“About what you said. About wanting to start a family.”
My heart kicked. We’d talked about kids, but casually. Nothing serious yet. “And?”
“And I think we should stop being careful.” She turned to look at me, her expression serious despite the darkness. “I want to try for a baby, Rhett. I want that with you.”
I nearly drove off the damn road. “Are you sure? We’ve got time—”
“I’m sure.” Her hand squeezed mine. “I want everything with you. And I don’t want to wait.”
I pulled the truck into our driveway, put it in park, and turned to face her. “Maggie, a baby is—it’s permanent. It’s forever. Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for that?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across the console toward me. “Besides, you’re the one who keeps talking about it every time we’re in bed. About filling me up, getting me pregnant, making me round with your baby.”
“That’s dirty talk,” I said, trying to hold onto my control. Having a baby with her… “That’s me being turned on and saying shit to make you hot.”
“Well, it worked.” She straddled my lap right there in the truck, her dress riding up her thighs. “And now I want it for real. I want you to make me pregnant, Rhett. I want to have your baby.”
I groaned, my hands going to her hips, gripping hard, pressing her against my cock. “Fuck, woman. You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?” She rolled her hips against me. “You say dirty things to me all the time. Now it’s my turn.” Her mouth found my ear. “I stopped taking the pill a month ago.”
“What?” I pulled back. “What did you say?”
She looked down at me, that defiance I loved so much written all over her face. “I went to the doctor a month again, got a check-up and stopped taking my birth control.”
I didn’t know if I should put her over my knee for making a decision like that without me, or fall to my knees and worship her.
“You really want this?” I searched her face, trying to see if she was hiding anything from me.
“I really. Truly. Want this. Now take me inside. Take me inside and fuck me raw and come inside me. Give me your baby.”
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes, thinking of spilling my seed inside her. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve just unleashed, baby.”
I was done. Completely done. Done of second guessing myself that she was too young for me. That what I wanted from her was too much.
