Page 8 of Shameless Cowboy
Being with her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced and certainly better than any of the dreams and fantasies I’ve had of her over the years. The real life flesh and blood version is beyond expectations, and I am here for it. There was a niggling worry at the back of my mind that reality might not match what I had built up so much, but that has been blown completely to smithereens.
My wife is a fucking sexual goddess, and it’s that thought that has my balls tightening. I slide my hips out slightly to change the angle, and her gasp and inner walls tightening tell me I’m hitting my target. I give a sharp smack to her ass and bite her other nipple.
Her juices flood my lap as she moans low and long, going taut in my arms. It’s then I let go and follow her over the edge in an orgasm so intense it has me gasping for breath and stars bursting beneath my eyelids.
My head falls back as I work to fill my lungs. Kayla slumps against me, sounding much the same. I place a kiss on her forehead, loving how she snuggles into me, reveling in the fact she is now mine in every way.
After a few minutes, she sits up. “I need a drink. My throat’s dry after that.” Her nose wrinkles as she peels herself off of me. “Apparently, I need a shower too.” She gasps as her eyes flick to mine. “We didn’t use a condom. I’m not on birth control.”
Seeing my cum dripping down her inner thighs had me immediately going hard again, but thinking about her pregnant with my baby has my heart swelling.
I stand up, pulling her into me, my hands framing her face as I hold her hazel eyes. “I’ve never not used protection before, and we’re married. You having my baby would be the only thing that could top what just happened here with us.”
She shakes her head. “It’s going to take some getting used to, hearing you talk like this.”
“Don’t worry, before you know it, you won’t remember what it was like before. Now let’s get you a drink and a shower. Now that I’ve fucked my wife, I want to make love to her. I’m going to take my time, learn every inch of this luscious body, and have you begging me to let you come.”
She whimpers, clenching her thighs. “Oh God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you talk likethat.”
“I bet you will be before you know it because if you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking shameless when it comes to you.” I capture her mouth, taking my time to savor what is now mine.
Chapter Nine
Kayla
To say I’m living on cloud nine would be an understatement. I never imagined this marriage becoming real when I agreed to it. I thought for sure Austin was just doing this to help his brother’s friend, but I couldn’t have been more wrong about his intentions.
Now here I am, living in wedded bliss for all intents and purposes, in what is shaping up to be a real marriage, not just the sham I thought it would be to save the business I’ve worked so hard for.
The grin on my face as I chop the veggies for the salad is now permanent, I think. Getting sexed up by your childhood crush and him turning out to be the most amazing husband will do that to a woman, I suppose.
All of life’s problems have become so easy to handle. They slide right off like water off a duck’s back because I know at the end of the day I’m coming home to a man who will not only rock my world but listen to what’s bothering me and make me feel cherished like I’m the only woman in the world he sees.
Austin strolls into the kitchen, and it’s as if he can read my thoughts and wants to prove them right. He comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his hard, warm body. He nuzzles his nose just under my ear, kissing my skin.
“How long until dinner’s ready?” he murmurs against my neck as my head drops back against his shoulder.
“Um, about fifteen minutes.”
“Perfect,” he replies, spinning me around then yanking my leggings and panties down before helping me onto the counter. “Just enough time to ravage my wife.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
I eagerly pull out his thickening length, stroking it with my hand, reveling in the velvety hardness. While I do, Austin shoves my bra and tank up to suck on my beaded nipples, and his fingers slide through my wet folds, circling my clit before plunging inside me, causing me to gasp.
“Honey, I’m hom… Ack what the fuck?!”
Brooks’ voice has me gasping for a completely different reason, one not nearly as good as what Austin has me gasping for. I scramble for my clothes, while Austin much more leisurely goes about tucking his dick away and zipping his pants.
“Are you decent yet?” Brooks growls from where he stands just inside the door with his back turned and hands on his hips.
“I was more than decent until you interrupted,” Austin grumbles.
“Stop." I smack his chest after hopping down from the counter and pulling up my pants. "Yes, we’re decent.”
“What? It’s the truth.” I can’t help but giggle when he nuzzles my neck, putting his arm around me.
“Again I ask. What. The. Actual. Fuck?!” Brooks’ eyes narrow on us. “I leave for two weeks and now you’re fucking my best friend, who you’re supposed to be making life easier for whenlife hits her hard? Way to take advantage of her when she’s down. Are you proud of yourself?”
I gasp at the vehemence in his voice, stepping between them when he lunges forward. “Brooks!”
