12-Alarm Cowboys (150 page)

She smiled against his chest. “Honestly, I can’t imagine you doing it any other way.”

*

“This doesn’t seem
quite real, does it?”

Titan sat her gently down on the big rustic bed. “This is real, it has to be.” He needed this culmination after years of waiting, years of wanting. “Don’t tell me it’s a dream, I couldn’t handle it.” For years he’d walked on the periphery of her life. Always near, but never close enough. And now, he was staking his claim.

“I’m here,” she whispered. There was no mistaking his intentions. Titan wanted her. Lying back on the bed, she held out her hand. “I want you. Like you promised, make me forget everything else.”

The towel had fallen off somewhere along the way, so all he had to do was remove his clothing, never taking his eyes off of her. His heart thundered in his chest just watching the rise and fall of her breasts. Going down on one knee, the mattress sank beneath his weight. “How long till your divorce is final?”

“Not long, a few weeks, it’s being expedited.” She licked her lips nervously.

“Can’t happen soon enough for me.” Titan’s eyes flared. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Makenna. I have dreamed of this moment.”

He bent and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of her mound, then one on her midriff, then another in the valley between her breasts. By the time his lips found hers again, she was wrapping her arms around him, her body vibrating with white hot electric need. A rush of heated desire coiled in her body. The sensitive nub of nerves between her legs pulsed with the need to be touched. Makenna shifted, rubbing her legs together, endeavoring to give herself some relief. “I hurt,” she whispered.

“Where?” He froze with concern.

His attitude swept away any vestiges of fear she might have had. This man would harm himself before he harmed her. She trusted Titan—his touch, his power, his intent. Seeking to reassure him, she pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, “I hurt because I want you so much. I’ve never felt this way before.”

Titan buried his face in her neck and she sprinkled kisses all over his shoulder and face, straining her lower body up against his, asking for something she’d never experienced before. Passion.

“Easy, treasure, you’re too much of a temptation. I want to make this good for you.”

Aligning himself close to her, his mouth came down on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips—wild and hungry. Makenna moaned into his mouth as his fingers danced down her body, feathering along her side, stroking over the dip in her waist and the swell of her hip. His attention caused her to melt—soften—spreading her legs in invitation. He moaned at her response, setting her blood on fire as he nipped at her tongue, trailing a light touch up her thigh.

The more they kissed, the more ravenous he became, eating at her lips, assaulting them with deep drugging kisses. But his touch. God, his touch was gentle. Reverent. He seduced her, placing his mouth on her breast just as she’d dreamed, drawing her nipple between his lips and sucking until she was shaking, coursing with a need so great she thought she’d faint. “Titan,” she moaned as he cupped her sex, sliding between the tender lips until she could feel her own wetness coating his finger.

“Feel good? Want more?” he grated out the words, his own hunger apparent in the desperate tone.

“Please,” she begged, raising her hips, gasping when he answered her plea by pushing a finger up inside her pussy, her sheathe tightening in response.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he murmured as he plunged repeatedly into her creamy heat. She was gripping his shoulder, her nails digging deep, her mouth buried into his chest. “You’ll never know how much I’ve wanted this, wanted you.” Sliding a second finger in with the first, he used his thumb to swirl around her clitoris. “Lie back, baby.” When she did, he bent his head to her breast and tongued her nipple while he pleasured her between the legs.

“Titan!” she cried, no longer able to contain what she was feeling. Nothing had prepared her for this. Tonight was a night of firsts. She’d had no idea her body could react this way. It was him—only him. She was responding to this man and the love he showed her.

“You feel so perfect, I want you so much,” he whispered to her as he continued the erotic strokes in and out of her body. With a gasp, she arched her back, an orgasm racing through her. He held her while she came, his own desire mounting within him. “I can’t wait, Makenna, I need to be inside you.” Taking her hand, he moved it down his body until she encountered his cock.

“Titan…” She dipped her head, her cheeks becoming heated and red.

“You’ve touched me, you’ve held me in your mouth and in your hand. Don’t be afraid of me, please, that would kill me.”

His hair was dark like hers, but clipped so short that it stuck up in adorable spikes. She ached to run her fingers through it. In fact, there was no part of his body she didn’t want to touch, from the shadow of a beard that darkened his jaw to the tight ass she’d admired so often when it was lovingly molded by tight blue jeans. How could she make him understand? “I’m not afraid of you. I know you’d never hurt me. What I fear is failing.”

“This isn’t a test, Makenna. There’s no way you can fail. Just trust me.”

Holding him, she could feel his urgency. His body trembled in her arms. Makenna realized how much restraint he was showing. Her fingers grasped the thick shaft of his cock, wrapping around the smooth, hard stalk as far as she could reach, squeezing, watching him react with controlled desperation. “I’m ready.” She gave him her assent, knowing she’d give him her heart if only he’d ask.

Titan took a few deep breaths, fighting for clarity. He wanted her so damn much. He’d wanted her for so long that the idea of having her now was almost more than he could bear. Slow. It had to be slow. She deserved every consideration. But what he wanted to do was drive into her and pound until he could find relief. Positioning himself, he took his cock in hand and stroked the head through her wetness. Makenna trembled as he nudged her clit.

“Please. Now,” she urged, canting her hips up in supplication. When he placed the head to her opening and pushed, she shut her eyes and keened at the pleasure. Titan pushed farther, his cock popping past her entry. She could feel her muscles tingle and ache as they sought to make room for him. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “I can do it.”

The ecstasy of her warmth parting around him, the snugness of her clenching muscles was so intense he had to force himself to stop. Makenna was so much tighter than he expected, she’d only taken half his length. He wasn’t about to ask, but it was apparent she hadn’t had sex in a long time. Frankly, if it wasn’t with him, he didn’t want to think about her having sex at all. A wave of tenderness swept over him as he pulled out and gently pumped back in, working in and out, rewarding her with kisses until he had his full length buried deep in her softness. “Being inside of you is fuckin’ perfect.”

As he adjusted to the bliss, he slowly thrust in and out, his balls making contact with her perfect ass. He was about three seconds from losing his mind as her tight little pussy accommodated his cock. Wanting to make it last, he stopped to breathe, holding her face with a palm to each cheek. She was the center of his world. He’d known he wanted her…but having her? Having her proved that she was his obsession and he was never going to be able to let her go.

“I…am so happy,” she whispered, tightening around him. Titan didn’t know if she did it on purpose or if it was just her body learning his, but his cock was happy either way. He threw his head back, bellowing out her name.

When she raised up, placing her arms around his neck and kissed him at the base of his throat, he shuddered in her arms. “That felt so good, do it again.” Makenna smiled and did as he asked, clamping down tight while he moved in and out of her. He raised up, pulling her legs up so he could go deeper, looking in her face all the while. His eyes studied every inch of her beautiful body. Her breasts were two perfect handfuls, and he had big hands. The nipples were luscious, puffy and pink. Her stomach was tight and he could span her waist, there was no part of her he didn’t find perfect. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Promise?” She milked his cock again and he almost lost it.

“Promise.” Taking charge, he pinned her hands over her head and drove in again, hammering into her body until the friction was sublime. As he fucked her, she lifted her hips to meet every thrust. She didn’t have to announce her release, Titan felt it. She spasmed around him as he pushed deep inside of her over and over. He knew he’d never forget her expression or the sweet sounds she made as long as he lived. Her body quivered, frissons of excitement a visible testament to the pleasure he gave her. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

Excitement. Ecstasy. Happiness. Contentment—it all culminated together and Titan fell apart. One final deep push into her heat and he exploded, his whole body going rigid as he jetted his seed into her body. “Oh, baby, baby,” he chanted. “Thank you.” Titan sank down on top of her, bearing his weight on his forearms, unable to break the connection they shared—not yet. He’d waited too long to be where he was to let it go so quickly.

Makenna understood how he felt. “Thank you for showing me how much more is possible.” She held him tight, hoping this was just the beginning.

*

Good sex makes
for good sleep. Makenna gazed through the cream colored burlap curtain, staring at the silvery crescent moon. She’d fallen asleep in his arms, more satisfied than she could ever remember being. Now something had awakened her, but she wasn’t sure what it was. And then she heard it…thundering hoof beats. The familiar ghost story of Devil’s Backbone came to mind. Was that what she was hearing? “Titan. Titan.” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

He was instantly awake. “What is it, love?”

“Listen. Do you hear it?”

He tilted his head, then he jumped up, dressing as quickly as he could. “You stay here.”

“What is it?” She was up and dressing too, jeans and a T-shirt from the bag of clothes he’d brought.

“Stampede. Something spooked my cattle.”

Makenna was right behind him as he went out the door. “Oh, my God,” she murmured, frozen as she saw huge shadows of running cattle, all charging through the darkness, running right in front of the cabin. “Titan, be careful!”

“Stay there!” he commanded, running to the corral after his horse. This had never happened before. Titan didn’t stop to saddle or even bridle Valiant. He mounted him and slapped his hindquarters, sending him in a high jump over the fence. As he raced alongside his herd, his mind went to all of the movies he’d seen, things he’d read about stampedes. If his horse tripped and he was thrown in front of the pounding hooves, he’d be trampled. He remembered hearing of cattle running off cliffs, whole herds of buffalos running into a speeding train and knocking it completely off its tracks.

The Backbone was steep with drop-offs, if the herd kept on their current track, they’d come to a steep hill, covered in fist size rocks. He was afraid calves would be killed, thrown down and trampled by hundreds of others running over the top of them.

Leaning low over Valiant’s back, he urged him to go faster. He needed to get in front, to turn them to the right. If he didn’t, he could lose everything he had.

No, that wasn’t right. Even in his panicked state, he could reason this was not all he had. As of the last few days, he had something far more valuable.

He had Makenna.

Through a cloud of dust, he could see the heaving sides of the frantic beasts. Valiant was gaining on them, but he had no clue if one man could stop so many frightened animals. And then he had an idea…maybe a foolish idea, but it was all he had. “Freight Train!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Freight Train!”

Back at the cabin, Makenna stood and watched the last of the cattle run past. Staring out into the night, she strained to see the hulking shapes. Instead she saw…a man, a familiar silhouette. She gasped and stepped back into the house, slamming the door and locking it, terror swamping her like a rogue wave. Was it her imagination? Could it have been Damien?