Page 7 of Shameless Cowboy
“Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted. You didn’t even comment when Brian didn’t get a rose.”
“He didn’t?” My head whips towards the TV to see the credits rolling on the show. I missed the whole second half, apparently.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
My brows pinch as I scoff, sweeping my arm between us. “Are you being serious? You tell me. I’m a little confused about what’s happening here. We don’t do this. We don’t have dinner, talk, watch TV, and we certainly don’t touch.”
He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “Well, wearemarried now, so it seems like we should be doing these things. Hell, I’m ready to make this marriage real in every possible way but thought I would ease you into it.”
My jaw drops before snapping shut. “Are you suggesting what I think you are? Where is this coming from? Until a few weeks ago, you could barely stand me.”
“Well, you see, that’s not true at all. I can understand how you might think that, but the truth is I’ve wanted you for far longer than I should have.”
I swear there’s a record scratch in my brain at his announcement, and my mouth is now gaping like a fish. There’s no way I heard him right. “I need you to explain that and be very clear on what you mean.”
He clasps my hand with his as his eyes hold mine with an intensity that has my heart beating double time and does just as I request.
“I mean, I know you developed a crush on me when you turned sixteen and those feelings were not unreciprocated, but I was twenty-two years old so it’s not like anything could happen. So I put distance between us to keep temptation at bay, not that it kept me from wanting you. By the time you were old enough for us to have a relationship, I wasn’t sure what was happening between you and Brooks. I didn’t want to do anything that might come between the two of you so I let the status quo stand. When he didn’t insist on marrying you, there was no way I was going to let you marry someone else if I could help it. I hope this is finally our chance to have a real relationship.”
My heart races in complete opposition to my mind, which is moving at a glacial pace as I slow blink, attempting to process his words, that he wanted me back then and has for all these years. Then it’s as if something inside me snaps and I’m scrambling across the couch, hurling myself onto his lap, thighs straddling him as I slam my mouth on his.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second, taking control, fisting my hair, and slanting my head where he wants me. There is nothing slow or sweet about it. No, this is pure chaos from years of pent up longing and desire fueling a raging inferno as we both take what has been out of reach for so long.
Teeth clash and tongues duel while hands mold to flesh and our breathing becomes ragged. My body heats from head to toe as my panties become damp. He hisses as I run my hands over his chest under his shirt, savoring the feel of the hard muscles covered in coarse hair.
He reaches behind his neck, fisting the fabric of his t-shirt before tearing it off. Then he does the same with mine. His head drops between my breasts, leaving open-mouth kisses on themounds while he deftly unhooks the clasp of my bra, slipping it off and throwing it over his shoulder.
A whimper falls from me as he latches onto a hard nipple. My pussy pulses as a rush of wetness soaks the fabric between my legs. I grind down on his hard length beneath me. We both moan at the contact. His hands slide into my leggings, and his fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass.
“God, I love these fucking leggings. It’s been the sweetest torture watching you walk around in them, leaving nothing to the imagination,” he mutters before moving to my other breast.
My head falls back as sensations overwhelm me. There’s a buzzing in my ears as I gasp in an attempt to take in oxygen. I continue to rock against him with his encouragement from his hands on my ass.
I barrel toward a climax at record-breaking speed. My entire being is narrowed to the places we’re connected. He bites down on my nipple, and that’s all it takes for me to shatter into a million little pieces.
I should be worried, but I’m not because I know intuitively Austin will be right here to put me back together.
Chapter Eight
Austin
Kayla goes limp in my arms as her long groan fills my ears like music, making me close to blowing my load. I move her back enough to work her leggings and panties down her ass. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she lifts her knee so I can work the leg down.
She stills as she stares at my wet crotch with pinched brows. “Did you come in your pants?”
I can’t help my snort. “Almost, but not quite. That’s all you sweetness.”
Her eyes widen, jerking to mine. “No way.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely all you. Sexiest damn thing ever,” I praise as I lift my hips to yank my gray sweats down enough to get my aching cock free.
Her eyes become hooded when I reach down and stroke my rock-hard length. I use my thumb to rub the moisture from the leaking tip down the shaft, and Kayla whimpers. Then she widens her knees, impaling herself on me, taking me to the hilt in one swift glide.
The feeling of complete rightness comes over me, as if I’ve come home from being away for far too long. Her wet, tight heat envelops me, and I focus on breathing, fighting the tingling at the base of my spine.
Once she’s fully seated, she begins to glide up and down, stopping to circle her hips at the bottom every few strokes in a move that has my eyes crossing. My fingers dig into the lush globes of her ass as I battle my impending release.
I lean in to capture a rosy-peaked nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it as her whimpers ramp up. Her inner walls flutter as she bounces on me. She’s completely uninhibited as she chases a second orgasm, and I fucking love it.
