Boots and the Heartbreaker: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 11 (7 page)

Colin leaned over and kissed her. What started as a light brush of his lips, progressed into a deep, sensuous joining of their mouths.

When Fancy tried to slide her leg up over his, his hand blocked her. He gently laid her leg on the bed, spreading her wide, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air.

With nothing cool in his dark eyes, he stared down at her, his gaze taking her in from her lips downward. His glance skimmed over her breasts and his nostrils flared. He didn’t touch, but continued his perusal all the way to the apex of her thighs where her clit throbbed, her core burned and her pussy drenched, ready for him.

Just when she thought she might explode with expectant desire, he laid cool, hard BOB on her belly. The vibrations resonated throughout her body.

Slowly, he moved the device up to her left breast, curling it around the full circumference.

The combination of the toy and his hungry gaze ignited a fire inside Fancy and her back arched off the bed.

A smile curled the corners of Colin’s lips and he bent to take the opposite nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, then rolled the hardened bead on his tongue, nipping softly.

Fancy moaned, her hand sliding down her side to the tuft of hair over her sex. She slid a finger between her folds and flicked her clit, her breath catching at her body’s immediate response.

Colin chuckled. “Am I not moving fast enough?”

“Oh, you’re doing great,” Fancy said, her voice breathy, her lungs unable to bring in the air she needed to survive. Her other hand skimmed across his naked back, sliding low to cup his tight ass in her palm.
Sweet pickles!
He was hard all over.

Sucking the other nipple into his mouth, Colin drew hard on it, laving it with his tongue until the tip puckered into a tight little nub.

Then he shifted his weight, moving down her body, BOB leading, his lips and tongue following, touching every inch, every rib. When he reached her triangle of curls, he slid BOB in first, parting her folds with his fingers. Cool air wafted over her heated clit.

Colin touched that strip of flesh with the vibrator, sending tingles across the sensitive nerves.

Fancy laced her fingers into his hair and moaned. “Wow. It never felt that good before.”

“Baby, just wait.” He slid BOB down to her entrance and eased it in her drenched channel, the steady vibrations making her body hum. “Now this.” He bent to flick her clit with his tongue.

The combination of his warm, wet tongue, the shimmy of the sex toy inside and having Colin in her bed was more than Fancy could have imagined. “Oh, sweet heaven!”

Colin chuckled, the warmth of his breath brushing across her mons. He tongued her again, shifting the vibrator as he did.

Fancy gasped, drew her knees up and dug her heels into the mattress. “More!”

Swirling his tongue and the vibrator, he laid siege to her, conquering her in flicks and nibbles until she rocketed over the edge, her body straining to milk every last sensation out of the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced.

As she fell back to earth, she gripped Colin’s ears and pulled.

“Hey! Go easy.” He laughed, crawling up her body, sneaking a nibble of her breast before he settled his big frame between her legs. His cock nudged her entrance. “Damn. We need protection.”

“In the nightstand,” she said through gritted teeth. If she didn’t have him inside her soon, she’d fall completely to pieces.

He leaned across her, reaching into the drawer where he found an accordion of condoms. Holding them up, he cocked a brow. “Expecting someone?”

“Prince Charming. Hurry, damn it.” Her pussy throbbed, her pulse hammered and she couldn’t remember ever being this impatient to have a man inside her.

Quickly applying the rubber, he was back in place, his shaft poised for entry. “First, a kiss.”

“Yes,” she said, her fingers curling around his gorgeous ass. She leaned up to accept his lips. At the same time, she gripped his buttocks and slammed him home.

He slid in, stretching her channel, filling her so full she could barely breathe. When his balls bumped into her bottom, she had him all. This was where she’d always wanted to be—in Colin’s arms, with him inside her. There was no other place better.

He settled into a hard and fast rhythm, pumping in and out of her, increasing the speed and intensity.

She lifted her hips, meeting him with each thrust until she burst up over the top again, her fingers dug into his hips and she held on until he slammed into her one more time.

His body tensed and his cock pulsed inside her. For a long moment he held himself buried deep within her until his body went limp. Colin dropped to the bed beside her, rolling her to face him without losing their intimate connection.

“That was amazing,” he whispered into her ear.

“Amazing.” Fancy trailed her fingers across his massive chest, loving the feeling of him inside her still.

Being with Colin like this blew her original plans all to hell. How could she get him out of her system when all she wanted was to be with him forever?

Deep in her heart, she imagined a future with Colin. Could he be committed to her for the rest of their lives together? Or would he tire of her and leave her for another woman?

At that moment, she was willing to take her chances. She couldn’t conceive of loving any other man. Colin was the one she wanted.

She’d be opening her heart for potential heartbreak.

So be it.

Chapter Seven

Colin woke to the tantalizing scent of bacon cooking. Had Jessie mastered the art of frying bacon without burning it? He opened his eyes and took a moment to focus on the unfamiliar surroundings. Then he remembered. He’d spent the night with Fancy in her house, making love to her into the early hours of the morning.

The bed beside him was empty, but her scent lingered in the sheets and pillows.

Inhaling deeply, Colin rose and stepped into the adjoining bathroom. After a quick shower, he toweled dry and slipped into his jeans. He tucked one of the spare foil packages into his back pocket and then he went in search of the woman and the bacon, knowing what he wanted first.

Fancy stood at the stove in the kitchen, barefoot, her blond hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail, and she wore his shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And she appeared to be wearing nothing else.

Holy hell.

He reached for her and pulled her back against him. “Something smells good.”

“Bacon and scrambled eggs.”

“I wasn’t talking about the food.” He slipped his hands beneath the shirt. No panties. He ran his hands down to her mound and played with the curls there.

She pressed her bottom into his bulge. “I’m going to burn the bacon.”

“Turn it off.”

Fancy reached for the control on the stove and switched off the burner. Then she relaxed against him, lifting her arms over her head to wrap her hands around his neck.

Colin swept his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms. Then he pinched the nipples, nuzzling her neck at the same time.

“I might enjoy cooking more if I did it like this every time,” she said.

“The kitchen is highly underrated.” He nipped the back of her ear and splayed his hands over her belly, angling lower to the juncture of her thighs. Colin’s cock hardened as his fingers threaded through the springy curls over her sex and parted her folds.

“Oh, yes.” Fancy ran her hands over his hips and cupped his ass, her head leaning back, resting on his chest.

He stroked her nubbin, dipped his finger into her pussy and stroked again and again.

When her body tensed and her hands gripped his buttocks, he stopped, spun her around and lifted her, setting her on the table.

She jerked his button free and eased his zipper down.

His cock sprang free into her capable palm. She guided it to her entrance, spreading her knees wide. Then her hands moved to his hips.

“Wait.” Colin reached into his back pocket and held out the prize.

Fancy grabbed it from him, tore open the foil and rolled the condom down over his staff.

Needing no further encouragement, he plunged into her, her wet pussy making it a smooth, tight glide home.

With her hands guiding him, Colin thrust again and again. The table screeched across the floor and dishes rattled. When he climaxed, he felt Fancy’s body tense at the same time. They rode the wave together until they drifted into shore, sexually replete.

Colin pressed a kiss to her damp forehead and slid out.

“And I’m supposed to function after that?” Fancy drew in a breath and let it out. When she scooted off the table, her knees buckled.

Reaching out, Colin steadied her, pulling her into his arms. Her body fit his perfectly, every curve melding with his harder planes. He wanted this woman in his life forever. He kissed the top of her head and swatted her bottom. “Go get dressed while I finish cooking.”

“Now, that’s what I like to hear. A man who is confident in the kitchen.”

“I don’t know about that. After Jessie’s numerous failures in the kitchen, I’ve had to figure out a few things. I think I can manage eggs and bacon.”

“Then I’ll grab a quick shower.” Fancy stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips, lingering to taste his tongue. “Umm. Better than bacon.”

Colin chuckled, his gaze following her as she left the kitchen.

Smiling, he switched the stove on and finished frying the bacon, then scrambled eggs in a bowl and poured them into the pan.

A buzz sounded behind him and he turned to find Fancy’s cell phone skittering across the table on vibrate.

Colin caught it before it fell to the floor.

The screen lit with a text message. If he hadn’t saved the phone from falling, he wouldn’t have seen who the text message was from.

Maggie McFarlan.

Colin frowned, his gaze scanning the message, a twinge of guilt burning in his chest for snooping into Fancy’s business.

Why was his mother texting her? An image of them sitting at the table in the diner came to him. His mother had shoved papers into her purse to keep him from seeing them.

His mother’s message read:
Still on for lunch to go over plans?

Plans? What plans were his mother and Fancy cooking up? Then it hit him.

Fancy was a realtor.

Was his mother going ahead with her plan to sell the ranch? His hand tightened around the cell phone. In the back of his mind, he’d been positive his mother wouldn’t go through with her threat to sell the ranch if he and his brothers didn’t come up with fiancées or wives in the two months she gave them.

His heart dropped to his stomach. He’d be all right. He owned his own construction company and could find land and build his own house. But Angus had all his horses. Finding a place large enough would be time consuming and expensive. And he had a fiancée with a child to consider.

Then there was Brody who’d made an art studio out of the old hunting cabin in the middle of the ranch. He’d have to find a place big enough for a studio.

Not that they couldn’t adjust, but…it was the Rafter M. M for McFarlan. The ranch had been in the family for one hundred fifty years. All that history. The generations of McFarlans. All that would be lost. Some corporation would purchase the acreage and make it something depressing, a part of a conglomeration or something.

“Is breakfast ready?” Fancy’s voice came to him from her bedroom.

Colin dropped the cell phone on the table as if it had scalded his hand.

Fancy knew what his mother was up to, but she hadn’t bothered to tell him. Keeping a secret as big as that was almost as bad as betrayal.

After the crazy, wonderful night and morning they’d just spent together, Colin didn’t know how to feel. One thing was for sure. He didn’t feel like eating.

He scraped the scrambled eggs onto a plate, put the bacon next to it and set the table for one.

“Yum.” Fancy entered the kitchen dressed in a baby-blue sundress that came down to mid-thigh. Her blond hair lay damp against her head, the ends curling as they dried.

Damn she was so fresh-faced and beautiful, it hurt to look at her.

When she looked into his eyes, her brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“I got a call from one of my job sites. I have to go,” he lied.

“On Sunday?”

He shrugged. “It’s behind schedule and the workers are putting in overtime to try to finish on time.” Colin waved at the table. “You should eat while it’s hot. I’ll get dressed and show myself to the door.”

“Are you sure it can’t wait until after breakfast?”

“No. They had a hiccup and need my advice. I want to make sure they don’t mess it up to delay even longer.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Her frown deepening, she gripped his arms. “Will I see you later?”

“I’ll call,” he said, forced a smile and then left her standing in the kitchen.

Colin hurried through the house to the bedroom where he gathered his clothing, dressed and slipped into his shoes. He needed to know the truth and he couldn’t confront Fancy and confess he’d been reading her private text messages. He’d ask his mother. The sooner the better.

As he headed for the front door, Fancy stepped in front of him.

“Is this it? Is this the part where you dump the girl you’re seeing?” She crossed her arms. “If so, tell me now so I don’t spend the rest of the day waiting for your call.”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. I really have to get to the job site.” He bent and kissed her hard on the lips. “We’ll talk later.”

Fancy stared at the door that closed behind Colin. What had just happened? One minute they’re making love on the kitchen table, the next he was running out the door like a scalded cat.

She turned back to the kitchen, scraped the scrambled eggs and bacon into the trash, rinsed her plate and the pan and put them in the dishwasher. Her hunger of a few minutes ago had completely deserted her. She moved about the kitchen, forcing herself to continue to breathe and keep moving.

Maybe Colin was telling the truth. Maybe he really did have an emergency on the job site. That would explain why he looked like he had a lot on his mind. How could he switch from the loving, sexy man to the preoccupied one so quickly? Fancy couldn’t. Ever since they’d rocked the kitchen table, she’d been walking around in a sex-induced haze.

Until Colin walked out the door.

With the kitchen clean, she had no reason to linger. Since it was Sunday, she didn’t have any house or land showings that morning. Maybe a drive in the country would help clear her mind and settle her twisted stomach. By lunch she’d be okay for her meeting with Mrs. M. If she got up the courage, she’d ask the McFarlan matriarch what the hell was wrong with her son.

What worried her were all the warnings she’d received from her old friends. Colin was a player. Mr. Hit-and-Run. Love ’em and leave ’em was his motto. They’d warned her and Fancy had chosen to ignore them. Just like she’d ignored her plan for flushing him from her system. Her heart overruled her head, telling her she was different. He would fall in love with her and stay with her forever.

If Colin truly had hit and run, she had no one to blame but herself.

What a fool she’d been.