Breakfast with a Cowboy (7 page)

“It’s very nice having a big cowboy to take care of
me
,not
to mention my needs.”

“Unzip my pants and touch my cock and balls,” he
whispered before he kissed her.

She pulled down his fly and eased her hand into the
opening of his underpants. His cock was hard, huge, and pulsating as she eased
her fingers over its tip, feeling some pre-cum cling to the head.

“
Mmm
,” he said rubbing his
nose against hers.

Slipping her hand lower, she fondled his balls,
running her fingertips gently around their circumference.

“Double mmm,” said Quinn. “Now let’s get you out of your
jeans and panties.”

He popped open the button on the top and eased down
the zipper, fingering the lace on the front of her panties as soon as his hand
slipped inside.

“I love lace but I like what’s behind it a whole lot
more.”

She wiggled her hips, helping him to free her body
of both jeans and panties. She kicked them to the side and lifted up her
sweater. When she’d showered earlier she hadn’t bothered to put her bra back
on.

“Get on my bed,” he said.

She’d never liked a bossy man before, but there was
something about Quinn’s demands that she loved. It turned her on like she never
would have thought. She got onto his bed, knees first and crawled up to the top
by the pillows, looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing. He was
watching her butt.

Josie turned over and rested her head on his pillow,
smelling the familiar spicy scent she’d detected on the train.

“Now relax and spread your legs, because I’m going
to play with you for a little bit.
And no complaining.
It’s going to be tough waiting to get to the good bit, but you’ll see this will
be well worth your time.”

She pushed her thighs apart as Quinn stripped and
got onto the bed with her. She reached out and stroked his cock as it jerked
up.

“No touching me, just me touching you.”

He started at her cheek, running his finger down the
spot by her ear, over her collarbone to her right nipple which he fingered and
rolled. Both nipples reacted by turning into tiny buds.

She slide farther down the bed as he tickled her
belly and then pushed his finger through her pubic hair. He spread her pussy
lips apart and cold air hit her entrance.

“Is this cream because of my touch?”

She nodded as he took some on his finger and glided
it through her folds. Closing her eyes, she sank back farther onto the pillow,
once again taking in the scent of Quinn that clung to the quilt. Drifting away,
that’s what she was doing as he inched his finger closer to her pussy opening.

“You relaxing?” he asked.

“
Mmm
, I feel good.”

“Keep your eyes closed because I have a treat for
you.”

She felt him get off the bed and then heard what
sounded like the bedside table drawer being opened. Next the sound of a package
being torn open filled the air.

Josie expected him to enter her but instead, he
sucked on her nipples and then she felt him rubbing her clit. She peeked, she
couldn’t help it.

“You cheated.”

“Sorry.”

“So what do you think of the double play.”

She relaxed back some more as the tip of his
sheathed cock circled her clit.

“And no cheating again, by which I mean you’re to be
honest when you’re getting close to coming.”

“But I’ll want to do that.”

“Nope, missy, you don’t, not yet.”

How could she stop him when she was getting close to
a climax?

He sucked hard on her nipples, all the time while
pushing his cock up and down on her clit. She stirred, feeling something
brewing. She bit her lip. She couldn’t cheat twice in one evening.

“I’m…”

Getting
closer and wanting to go there.

“You’re what?”

“I’m almost having an orgasm.”

He stopped abruptly.

“Can I at least open my eyes?” asked Josie.

“That you can do.”

He pushed her legs apart some more and got between
them, holding his dick and teasing her pussy opening with it.

He slid it in, just a tad, then took it out and then
repeated his action.

Who would have thought she had some many pleasurable
nerve endings near her entrance? She bit down on her finger, feeling like she
was going to have to cheat.

“You are giving yourself away.”

She knew what he meant. She could feel her juices
pumping from her.

“Quinn, just let me come, please, please.”

He ran his finger down her belly and then stopped
everything, no touching, no teasing, nothing.

“You’re a cruel cowboy.”

“Am I?”

 
His cock rigid and hard.
She wanted all of it inside her,
but he sat looking at her.

Shit, she needed to climax. The whole thing had put
her on the verge of a migraine. If he wouldn’t take her over the edge, she’d do
it herself.

Sliding her fingers down her belly, she delved deep
into her folds and fingered her clit.

“That’s cheating again, but it’s turning me on big
time.”

She strummed her clit, lifting her butt up and down
to create more friction. She groaned; she was getting closer and closer. Quinn
slapped her hand away and the next thing she knew he was deep inside her,
causing her to almost come that second.

“You are going to come with me buried in that cute
pussy of yours.”

She pulled her legs up, crossing them at the ankle
and set them on his butt as he pounded into her.

“Harder, much harder,” she whispered.

He did just that, almost sending her body sliding up
toward the top of the bed. She put her hands on the headboard and rode him as
he thrust deep.

Quinn had been correct. Damn, this cowboy was right just
about everything. Her climax was building like never before. Guess the waiting
had been worth it. Lowering her hands, she dug her nails in his shoulders,
feeling her approaching climax take hold of her legs, even her toes, but most
of all, her pussy.

She screamed and almost sat bolt upright, wishing
all orgasms could be like it.

“Quinn?”

“Um.”

He was panting, breathing hard. Then she felt a gush
inside her and he set his head upon her chest. She ran her fingers through his
hair. She’d like to stay here in this exact spot forever.

****

He not only knew how to make love to a woman, he
knew how to make a mean plate of pancakes too.
Huckleberry
syrup to boot.
She’d never had it before, and it, like this cowboy, was
something she was hooked on.

They’d ridden into town so he could show her around.
The look of pride on his face as they walked down Main Street was obvious.
 
And who wouldn’t love to shop with the
backdrop of mountains to the left of them. It had obviously snowed up in the
higher elevations during the night, because their caps were tinted white.

“Best muffins and doughnuts this side of the
Continental Divide,” said Quinn, stopping to look in one of the windows filled
with cakes and pastries. He waved to someone inside and an older lady waved
back.

“You said you read a lot, but your library’s only
open one afternoon a week, where do you get your books?” asked Josie.

“Online, or I ride into Kalispell. I’ve even been
known to travel to Missoula for something I’m especially looking for.”

Josie nodded, looking at an empty store across the
way while her head ticked with an idea. Maybe it was way too premature to be
thinking along those lines.

“I know I shouldn’t have been peeking, but I noticed
your sister’s urn still in your bag. The ashes were still in there.”

That brought her back to reality, to the here and
now.

“Quinn, I couldn’t do it. I know she’s gone and that
they’re just her ashes, but I felt like I couldn’t leave her alone in Seattle
or out at sea like that.”

He squeezed her hand.

“So you’re going to take her back to St. Louis with
you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Right now I don’t know.
That’s one of the reason’s I decided to take you up on your offer of visiting.”

“And there was me thinking it was because of my good-looking
face.”

She stopped walking and so did Quinn. “It is the
best looking face I’ve ever seen and it’s the biggest reason I stopped by.
However, I thought lingering someplace a little longer might allow me to think
and come up with a perfect solution.”

“And has it?”

“I know in my heart I don’t want to leave her
someplace I can’t ever be.”

“That makes sense. After all, she was your sister
and like you said, your best buddy, too.”

“But I can’t be selfish. Part of me thinks I need to
get my act together, get my ass back on that train to Seattle, and this time
have the courage to do it. It’s her choice of final resting places, not mine.”

“That’s true, too.”

“So what would you do?”

“Hey, she’s not my sister. Only you know what she
wanted.”

“And there was me thinking you’d have all the
answers.”

“I have them for lots of things, final resting
spaces isn’t one. Something that might help is a freshly baked huckleberry muffin
and a hot chocolate.”

He opened the store door and when the aroma of
coffee and cinnamon hit her nose, she had all the answers.

****

Quinn traced the outline of Josie’s body with his
middle finger as she lay on her side on his bed. Over her curvy hips, down the
luscious thigh….what was he going to do when she went back to St. Louis? And it
wasn’t just the sex he’d miss. She was intelligent, fun, and they laughed
together. He couldn’t remember the last lady he’d done that with.

He didn’t want to dwell on her departure or their
good-bye so he lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. He ran his fingers
down her spine.

“Are you going to miss me?”

Shit, he shouldn’t have asked her. It made him sound
like he was needy. Fuck, he
was
needy, but just for her.

“Of course I will.”

“You think you’ll come back and visit again?”

Holy shit, needy had quickly moved into downright
desperate.

“Would you like me to?”

“I really would.”

“Then I think that can be arranged.”

She leaned over and kissed him, her hair tickling
his chest.

“I probably have to leave the day after tomorrow.”

His heart sank.
That soon.

“Then I guess let’s make the most of our time while
we can.”

He played with her nipples. They were deep pink, big,
and just how he liked them. He rolled them between his thumb and fingers,
feeling her groan. She held her breasts up to him like she was offering them as
a sacrifice. He caressed them like they were valuable pieces of art she’d put
in his care.

His cock twitched and he grew hard, so hard it was
almost painful. He reached over for the condom he’d placed on the bedside
table. He handed it to her.

“Maybe you’d do the honor tonight.”

Her long fingers opened the package and pulled out
the condom. Groaning, he enjoyed the pleasure of her touching his cock as she
unrolled the rubber on him.

She lifted herself up and impaled herself down on
his dick, driving him deep within her pussy.
 
They locked hands, palm to palm as she rode him, lifting her thighs and
butt. Each time made his dick pulsate.

Josie gripped his hands tighter, moaning as she did
so. Her movement got faster, more urgent as she groaned and leaned forward a
little. Her breasts bounced, and he thought she was the most beautiful woman
he’d ever seen.

She stopped suddenly, going still, her pussy gripping
him like she was afraid it would escape from inside her.
 
She panted and cried and he knew by the look
in her eyes, her climax had been pretty fantastic.

He pushed her over onto her side, lifting her leg
and sliding deep inside her again. He thrust hard, holding onto her and their
bodies slapped into one another and then, he got as lucky as her, he came like
never before.

He kissed her shoulder. He wanted her to stay
forever.

****

Quinn was probably wondering where she was. She’d
left him fast asleep. She’d gotten up, pulled on her jeans and sweater, and
decided to go for a walk so she could think. If paradise existed, this was probably
what it would look like. Mountains as far as the eye could see.
Birds singing.
Yes, even they sounded happier here. Flowers
blooming even on barren soil. She guessed everything was glad to be in this
slice of heaven. She looked at the slip of paper where she’d written down the
number of the real estate agent for the empty store on Main Street.