The Cattleman (Sons of Texas Book 2) (5 page)

“
You have to finish what you started,” she panted, open-mouthed.

She always wanted his hard cock after she had climaxed without it.

His control had almost reached its limit. He had been ready to come back around noon. He had to end this before he went off in his shorts. Hanging over her, he unzipped and freed his swollen member from its knit confines.

She reached for him, ran her finger
s along the length of him. He clenched his teeth and held his breath.

“You feel so nice,” she murmured.
“And so hot.” She shoved his shorts all the way past his butt and lifted her knee higher.

His jaw tightened. He took himself in hand and carefully pushed the tip into her.
She was so damn tight. And after they had been so long without sex, the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain. Her opening flexed around him. “Sweet Jesus,” he ground out. “Sweet, sweet, sweet….Lift your knee a little higher, baby….”

She did and he gave her his
whole cockhead. “Can you take all of it, baby?”

“Yesss.”

She locked her eyes on his, hooked her knee over his shoulder and he easily slid balls deep into the exquisite hot sheath. A powerful quickening answered from deep in his belly. He held it at bay by thinking about football plays. “Oh, man,” he mumbled.

Hanging onto the sofa back with one hand, his opposite foot braced on the floor
, he began to slowly pump. In….And in….And in. He counted each time his flesh gloriously glided against hers. He plunged deeply with each thrust, rolling his hips so that the tip of him reached high up inside her and the root of him pressed her clit with each downstroke. She stayed with him, stroke for stroke, caressing his face, his shoulders, cooing her pleasure and moaning softly. At times like this, they connected in a way he had never known before.

Soon, he was pumping hard and fast and
had ceased trying to distract his body. They were looking into each other’s eyes, panting and chuffing and lost in the wet friction of his penis moving inside her. The exquisite ripples against his cock started again. She began to make little female grunts. With all his will, he held back until she sobbed out and her sex grabbed him like a greedy fist. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut while she milked him with strong contractions.

Before she finished,
the air around him became a red mist and he lost control. “Aww, God. Mandy. I’m coming…” His body stiffened and on a bark, he spewed into her. His cock jerked inside her twice more and he was empty. “Aww, God….”

Somehow, he prevented himself from collapsing his full weight on top of her and gradually sank down. As his head stopped spinning and awareness returned, he realized she was contorted like an acrobat, both knees up to her earlobes, both legs over his shoulders
and he didn’t even know when that had happened.

“
Hmm, don’t move,” she mumbled. “Let’s just stay like this. For about a week.”

Long minutes passed,
her arms wrapped around his head, his face buried against her fragrant neck. Finally, on its own, his spent cock slipped out of her. He quickly lifted her bottom and arranged her skirt beneath it. “I don’t want to make a big mess on your sofa.”

He carefully moved her legs from his shoulders and pushed himself up, sat back on his heels, looking down at her sprawled and open before him. His
creamy essence showed in her opening and he like seeing it there, knowing that it was his.
She
was his. He never doubted her fidelity.

“You’re beautiful
,” he told her. “Pretty as a new calf.”

“Thanks a lot,” she said dryly. “If I didn’t know you so well, I might not take that as a compliment.”

“But you do know me. You know there’s not many things I think are prettier than new baby calves.” He bent down and nuzzled her wet curls and on a deep breath inhaled the comingled scents of the two of them. “I love how you smell after I’ve come inside you.”

He pulled his bandana from his back pocket and gently wiped her. Then he got to his feet, clasped her hand and pulled her up.
He reached down to pull up his shorts and pants.

“You’ve got a big spot on your slacks,” she said looking at the front of his pants. “We need to go clean up.” They walked arm-in-arm toward her bedroom and bathroom. “I’ll bet you didn’t bring any more pants. What are you go
ing to tell Johnnie Sue?”

His Mandy was such a worrier over trivial things.
“Baby, I don’t have to tell Johnnie Sue anything. She’s the housekeeper.”

“But she might smell them.”

“So? All she’s supposed to do with my pants is take them to the cleaners.”

Mandy laughed. “She’s so bossy, I keep forgetting she isn’t your mother.”

He laughed, too. “I know.”

“Do you
remember the last time we had sex?” she asked.

“
Uhhh…”

She laughed.
“I’m not trying to trap you. I’m just asking if you know how long it’s been.”

“Too long.”

“Valentine’s Day. That’s six weeks. I was thinking about it before you got here.”

His memory spun backward. For Valentine’s Day, they had gone to supper in Stephenville, then spent the rest of the evening naked in her bed, eating chocolate candy, drinking champagne and decorating each other with chocolate syrup
, canned whipped cream and maraschino cherries. He had built a sundae on each of her breasts and licked and sucked it off. She had done him the same favor on his cock.

“Did you think I forgot? Hell,
those red cherries have become my favorite fruit.” He leaned down and gave her a quick smack on the temple. “See? I didn’t forget. Six weeks is too long. No wonder I was so damn horny.”

She smiled up at him. “We’re going to have to do something about your schedule.”

They parted in her bedroom. He sat down on her rocking chair and pried off his boots, then got to his feet and stripped. He joined her in the bathroom. She stood at the vanity sink naked, soaking a washcloth under the faucet. He went to stand beside her. “Want me to wash you?” she asked, a gleam in her eye.

“
Darlin’, you can do anything to me you want to.”

She handed him the wet washcloth, then reached for another. “Hmm. I don’t know if we have time for that.”

Together, they began to wash themselves. She glanced down at his wet dick. “Hm. I’d forgotten how big you are.”

That
sounded like a compliment, but it was a dig about his long absence. “Why do I think that wasn’t a compliment?”

She giggled.
“When do you have to go home?”

“Dad stayed up in Fort Worth, so I’m gonna be riding with Smoky tomorrow morning. I need to be back at the ranch and saddled up by daylight.
Gonna be a long day.”

“Your dad met a girlfriend up there?”

“I think he might’ve gone home with Mom.”

Mandy shook her head. “
That’s just crazy.”

Pic couldn’t disagree. He had been thinking the same thing about his parents
ever since Mom left the ranch nearly eight years ago.

Mandy
rinsed herself, then reached for a towel. “So how’d it go? I want details.”

“That drive back from Fort Worth was a sonofabitch. And I had Grandma with me.
You know what that was like. She never stopped talking.”

Mandy
rose on her tiptoes and kissed his jaw. “I worried about you. I hate that traffic. What’s Drake’s wife like?”

He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, then returned to rinsing soap off himself. “Better looking than her billboard picture. Kind of quiet.”

She handed him a fluffy towel. He liked her towels. They were thick and soft and smelled like flowers. The towels at the Double-Barrel felt like sandpaper and smelled like bleach.

“If she can afford billboard advertising, she must be very successful.”

He dried himself, then wrapped the towel around her and pulled her to him, front-to-front and skin-to-skin. “Hm. I like this,” he said. “You’re all warm and damp.”

She wriggled against him. “
I like it, too.”

“Drake said she’s a hotshot in the real estate business, whatever that means.” He kissed her, a tender joining of lips.

“If you have to leave so early, we need to get in bed,” she said when they parted. They strolled into her bedroom and she turned back the covers on her queen-size bed. “Are they going to live in his condo?”

“Nope. Camden.”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Oh, my gosh. I can’t believe he’s going to give up that beautiful condo.”

“Hah. That’s what Kate said. He’s
already put it on the market. You know how he is. Shit like that is all relative to him. He’ll find something else equally great. Something more suited for kids, he says. And Shannon wants to keep her real estate company going. He’s planning on commuting to Fort Worth.”

Mandy scooted between the covers and he followed. “She got pregnant in February?”

“They’re saying she’ll drop in October, so that sounds about right.”

They settled into each other’s arms, her head on his shoulder, their legs entangled. She slid her hands over his belly and down to his genitals, caressed his balls. He loved her hands on his private parts.

“Did they talk about it?”

“
I only got a minute to talk to Drake privately. He told me they figure it happened when she went with him on a business trip to Lubbock. They got carried away and forgot to use a rubber.”

“Oh, wow. That’s really carried away. She wasn’t on the pill
or anything?”

“Guess not.”

“My gosh. I can’t believe all that’s happened. I wondered if Drake would ever settle on one woman and get married. Now he not only has a wife, he’s going to be a father.”

“She looks like she worships the ground he walks on. And he’s acts the same way about her.”

He turned to face her front-to-front and caged her with his arms and legs. Now he had a full-fledged erection again and her little butterfly fingers were playing with it.

“Did he give her a pretty ring?”

“Nice. Not as fancy as Mom’s, but nice enough. Damn…baby, do that again.”

“Did he and your mom get along?”

Pic sighed. “They didn’t speak. Mom was quiet. She probably feels sorry for what she did. For now anyway.”

“A private detective must have cost her a lot. I don’t why Betty does such crazy things.”

Pic harrumphed. “Me, neither.”

“If she took Bill Junior home with her, she must have gotten over what happened at Christmas.”

Mandy had been present at the family brawl that had taken place on Christmas Day. Mom had surprised everybody by coming to the ranch for the holiday and one of Dad’s girlfriends had showed up unexpectedly for Christmas dinner. “Oooh, yeah. Being hornier than rabbits settles a lot of disagreements between my parents. I suspect this isn’t the first time they’ve gotten together since Christmas.”

Mandy chuckled and cuddled closer to him, trailed her hand up his ribs. “Until them, I never knew couples their ages were so sexy.”

“It’s pretty damned amazing. Dad will be fifty-five in a couple more months. I don’t know if he gets gets a hard-on without help or if he’s a poster boy for Viagra.”

Now Mandy laughed, a nice pleasant girl laugh. “What do you suppose sex is like when you’re fifty-five?”

“Ugly.” He reached for her hand, returned it to his erection. “I just hope I’ve inherited a good supply of the old man’s genes. It’s kinda nice to know I might still be able to get it up when I’m his age.”

She stroked his cockhead with her fingertips. “I wonder if you’ll s
till be getting it up with me.”

“Hell, yes, Mandy.” He cupped her jaw with his palm and kissed her, sli
pped his tongue into her mouth. Her arms came around him and they didn’t part until they both ran out of breath.

“When you kiss me like that, I believe you,” she said softly.

“We’ll be together forever,” he said equally softly and looking into her gentle brown eyes. “You’re the only one who likes me for what I am.” He kissed her again, slid his hand between her thighs and cupped her sex . “Listen, Miss Magpie, this pretty little thing has been neglected. Are we gonna talk all night or are you gonna let me catch up? I gotta leave here at four o’clock.”

She threw back the covers, opened her thighs and
for the next two hours he gave her his undivided attention.

Chapter 4

June, Three months later…

Pic roared down the Double-Barrel Ranch’s driveway headed for Mandy’s house in town. They had a date to celebrate her birthday. He had bought her a special gift that he planned to present after they enjoyed a good steak dinner—or as good as they could get in the neighboring town of Stephenville anyway. Then they would go to the rodeo and maybe the dance afterward. His Mandy was a country gal all the way to her bone marrow. She loved rodeos and dancing, as did he.