Cowboy Heaven (22 page)

The smile he gave me said it all. “I wear it for you, Angel. Only you.”

I nearly choked on the lump in my throat, needing a moment to recover before I went on. “Do you remember when we delivered that foal together last year? Afterward, I was standing beside you, leaning over the stall door. The foal was adorable, but you were even more so. You were so close I could smell you and feel your heat. All I wanted was for you to put your arm around me and give me a hug. But you didn't. I figured it was because I was too old or not attractive enough or something.”

He swallowed another mouthful of chili, somehow making that simple act seem overwhelmingly erotic. “I remember that night, and believe me, I wasn't thinking about how old you were—or that you weren't pretty enough to suit me. I hate to sound indelicate or unromantic, but you nearly got nailed. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to rip your jeans off and take you right there—whether you liked it or not.”

His big blue eyes were riveted on my own, scorching me with their heat. Quite suddenly, those jeans he'd spoken of needed to come off—badly. They were too hot, too confining. My nipples threatened to wear holes in the cups of my bra. I wanted—needed—his hands on me, and I longed to caress every inch of him with my entire body. He took another mouthful, sliding his tongue across the underside of the spoon, an act that stole my breath and made me squirm in my chair.

“What's the matter?” A sensuous gleam shone in his half-closed eyes. “Getting hot?”

“No,” I gasped. “Hungry.”

He held out the spoon. “Want some of this?”

I shook my head. “I want some of
that.
” I pointed at the bulge in his groin, noting that the button-fly of his jeans was being tested to the limit.

A slow, devilish grin curled his lips. “Help yourself. It's yours for the taking.” He leaned back against the chair, stretching out his legs.

I'd partially undressed him once before, but with his leg in a cast, I wasn't sure how to go about getting those jeans off him—at least not with any speed. Not that I needed to remove them
completely
…

Kneeling between his knees, I popped open the top button and nearly swallowed my tongue when I realized he wasn't wearing briefs.

“You okay, Angel?”

“I'm fine—I think. You, um, be sure to finish your milk. We need to get this leg healed.”

“Don't worry, I will,” he purred. “What are you going to have?”

“Not sure,” I replied as the second button went. “But there seems to be
something
wet in here.”

He shifted his butt in the seat. “I dunno. Feels more like a rock—and you know you can't get water out of a stone, don't you?” His slow, teasing drawl was certainly making
me
wet. My mouth was a different story.

“You just watch me,” I told him. “I'll bet I can do it.”

The third button followed the previous two, and I got my first glimpse of the soft, blond curls those pants had been hiding. He was carrying his cock up against his belly, but off to one side, and I pushed back the flap to reveal it in all its hard, succulent glory. Where it lay against his stomach, the hair was wet and sticking to his skin.

Leaning forward, I nudged his penis aside with my cheek to lick the damp slickness from him. “See? All the water I need.”

“Okay,” he admitted. “You really
can
squeeze water out of a stone. But would you like something extra to go along with that? Something sweet and warm and creamy?”

If I hadn't known better, I'd have called my reply an orgasm. Sure felt like one. Either way, it took me a moment to recover my wits.

“I dunno,” I said with a slow wag of my head. “If you really think you can come through a cock that tight, you go right ahead and try it. But I bet you can't.”

“Watch me,” he said. “You suck hard enough, and I'll fill you right up.”

I sat back on my heels, scratching my head in a mock bewilderment. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but as I recall, I was supposed to take you home and suck your balls, not your dick.”

Dusty's gut-wrenching groan made me smile. Two could play this game…

“Ooh, hard choice. But I've been a good boy. I ate all of my supper and drank all my milk. Can't I have both? Huh, Angel? Pretty please?” His pleading expression could've seduced a nun.

Chewing my thumbnail, I let out a resigned sigh. “I suppose I
could
—although I can't even see your balls yet.” I popped open the two remaining buttons. “Now, where
are
those little devils?”

Wiggling his butt, he thrust his hips forward, making his cock sway back and forth. “They're in there, waiting for you—but they're getting kind of impatient.”

“Poor babies,” I said. “Don't worry, your Angel will find them and make them feel
so
much better.”

I found them, all right, but I didn't use my hands or my fingers in the search. Kissing the uppermost part of his scrotum, I sucked in, creating enough of a vacuum to hold on as I pulled, and out they came. If his openmouthed reaction was any indication, no one had ever sucked Dusty's balls out of his jeans before. Come to think of it, I couldn't recall having ever done it myself.

Still, if anyone had ever deserved to win a “Cutest Balls” award, it was Dusty. Smooth and firm within his soft, furry scrotum, they were truly worthy of being called the family jewels. Leaning closer, I licked lightly around the outer edge, his cock pulsing against the side of my face anytime I inhaled as if about to give in to temptation and suck them. I went on teasing him, drawing back from time to time, simply admiring the way his cock and balls were framed by those dark blue denim jeans…

Whoa, momma…

After a bit, I got up to retrieve a dish from the table.

“What's that?” he gasped.

“Shh… You'll see,” I promised. “But not yet.”

I picked up where I'd left off, licking, teasing, and gradually wetting his entire scrotum with a combination of my saliva and his cock syrup.

“Angel, I'm gonna come if you don't stop.”

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I placed it against his balls and inhaled. Both of his nuts popped into my mouth.

Dusty let out an “ahhh-h-h-h…” the memory of which I would undoubtedly cherish until my dying day. Running my tongue over the underside of his scrotum, I continued to tease his balls while gently sucking them away from his body.

When I reached up to cup his cockhead in my hand, he shuddered, sending more juice gushing onto my palm. Grasping his cock, I slid my fingers over his skin. His own lubrication was almost enough, but not quite, and I wanted this to be good—not the slightest bit uncomfortable for him. Moving by feel alone, I took the lid off the dish and scooped up a dollop of soft butter and slathered it all over his cock.

Glancing up, I saw the same expression of awe mingled with ecstasy I'd seen on his face that day in the bunkhouse. I wanted to be able to see that at least twice a day for the rest of my life.

“Oh God,” he gasped. “You're really gonna do it, aren't you? Right here in the kitchen?”

I couldn't reply—couldn't even nod without hurting him—so I gave him a quick thumbs-up with my buttery right hand. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I slid them lovingly up and down his quivering shaft. As I leaned into him, inhaling his masculine scent, my core contracted, sending the moisture that had been building up inside me out with a whoosh—along with another mini-orgasm. I had to stifle a chuckle. There I was trying to get him off, and I'd already flown off into space twice before he ever left the launchpad.

Not that it would take much longer. His breath came in quick, hard gasps as I fucked him relentlessly with my hand.

“Angel,” he cried out suddenly. “I'm—” He stopped as his words were replaced with inarticulate grunts as his nuts spasmed inside my mouth. Releasing his balls, I rose from the floor, going for his hot, buttered dick just as it let loose like a geyser. The first spurt hit me on the chin, but I was able to suck him into my mouth in time to get a mouthful of butter-flavored semen. I allowed him a few seconds of recovery time before licking him clean.

When I finished, I stood and reached for a napkin to wipe the butter from my face and hands.

Dusty closed his eyes and sighed. “Troy wasn't kidding, was he?”

“About what?”

“He said I hadn't lived until you'd sucked my balls.” He gazed up at me with a mixture of adoration and gratitude. “He was right.”

I smiled. “I'm glad you agree.” I glanced at the clock. “Two o'clock is
way
past my bedtime. Are you ready for bed now?”

“I-I think so,” he replied, a dazed expression in his eyes. “Let's see now… My stomach's full and my dick's empty. Is there anything else I should do?”

“You might want to pee and brush your teeth. Aside from that, it sounds like you're good to go.”

He frowned. “Don't you want me to, um, do you?”

As befuddled as he seemed, I wasn't sure he was up to it. “Think you can?”

His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?” Apparently my taunt had cleared his head better than a whiff of ammonia. “Might need someplace to lie down, though. Not sure I can nail you on the kitchen table. Not tonight, anyway.”

“I know just the place.” I shot him a wink. “Follow me.”

Getting into bed with Dusty was like a dream come true at the end of a very long and extremely eventful day.

Granted, I was tired, but just as my taunt had revived him, the sight of him on my bed had a similar effect on me. He'd been irresistibly sexy lying on the bunk in the tack room, but he seemed to belong here in my room. Like I'd spent every night of my adult life in bed with him.

I hadn't of course, nor was I replacing Cody. I was simply moving on. Cody would understand, just as I would have understood his need to find love with another woman if I'd been the one to die.

Pushing those morbid thoughts aside, I slid into Dusty's embrace, pressing kisses to his lips as I sifted my fingers through his hair. Oh yes, I was dreaming. Dreaming of the days and nights ahead with this wonderful man. There would be problems to unravel and other obstacles on the road ahead of us, but together, we could solve anything. I was sure of that now. Nothing could stand in our way.

Well…maybe two things did. Dusty's accidents for one. Would they cease when I openly acknowledged him as the man I loved? I wasn't sure. Somehow, I thought they might, but as determined as those efforts had been—if indeed they
were
intentional—I couldn't be sure.

The other problem was that same old nagging suspicion that someday Dusty would decide he wanted children and trade me in for a younger, more fertile woman. This was one fear I could confront, and I needed to do it now, before our relationship went any further.

“Comfy?” I asked.

“Very,” he replied. “I could get used to this.”

“I hope you do.” I sucked in a breath and held it for a second. It was now or never. “You know I—well, there's something we haven't talked about. I'm not sure how to say it other than to just come out with it. If you think you're gonna want kids someday, you might want to rethink being with me. Aside from the fact that I'm probably too old to be having babies, I had a tubal after Chris was born. There won't ever be any little Dustys running around the ranch. Are you okay with that?”

He was silent for a long moment. “I gave up on that idea a long time ago,” he finally said. “I pretty much had to.”

I could understand him giving up on the idea simply from knowing my age, but he couldn't possibly have known I'd been fixed unless Cody or Troy had told him, which I very much doubted. “What do you mean?”

“You know those balls you think are so damned cute?” He plunged on ahead without waiting for my reply. “They don't work. I had the mumps when I was sixteen.” He winced at the memory. “Went straight to my nuts, and you want to talk about something painful. I thought I was gonna die. Anyway, I wound up sterile, but at least I'm not impotent.”

My jaw dropped. “Damn. Wish I'd known that. I mean, I'm real sorry that happened to you and all, but I've been beating myself up over not being good enough for you because I couldn't have your children. If I'd known I wasn't the only one in this duo incapable of reproducing, I wouldn't have been quite so hesitant.”

Dusty stared at me with surprise. “I would've thought the fact that I'd never bothered to use a condom might have been a good clue.”

I snorted a laugh. “True, but I've been feeling this way since way before the use of a condom became an issue. And even when it was, I didn't give it much thought. I'd already told Troy he didn't need to worry—although looking back, I probably shouldn't have trusted him to be free of disease. Guess I should've been more careful. Either way, the need for birth control was the farthest thing from my mind that first time with you in the bunkhouse. If I'd thought about it at all, I might've assumed you knew something from talking to Troy or Cody—although I can't imagine why either of them would've mentioned it.”

“They didn't. But, like I said, I knew it didn't matter.” He caressed my cheek with a fingertip. “And it wouldn't have mattered even if I wasn't shooting blanks. I love you, Angel.”

Bone-melting kisses followed, preventing me from professing my love in return.

Not that any declarations were necessary. Dusty knew how I felt. I didn't need to tell him. Not with words, anyway.

I trailed my fingertips from his neck to his shoulder, then down over his chest, grazing his nipple on the path to his hip. Would I ever tire of touching him?

Never, never, never…

His sigh tickled my ear as his kisses took a similar path along the contours of my own body, although he was obviously not content to merely graze my nipple with his lips. Surrounding my tingling flesh with the wet warmth of his kiss, he suckled my breast, occasionally swiping his tongue over the taut bud, reminding me once again of the direct connection between my breasts and my core. The ache deep inside me cried out for his attention, but I uttered no protests, made no attempt to encourage him, simply reveled in the effect he had on me. I welcomed that pain and the flood of moisture that followed.

Dusty's kisses moved on down the slope of my chest to my waist before moving up to the crest of my hip. Once there, he eased me onto my back. His lips found their way to my mound, his tongue delving into the places that begged for his touch. Lifting my leg over his head, he settled between my thighs, kissing my wet folds as though seeking the source of that dampness—coming close to easing the ache, but never quite reaching it.

Moonlight shone through the stained glass of my window, illuminating his hair, altering its hue, first blue, and then green with a splash of crimson. Those soft blond curls were the only part of him I could reach. I let them sift through my fingers, wishing I could touch more of him and yet somehow feeling content. The intensity grew steadily, rapturously, ecstatically.

I hovered there, waiting for the stroke that would send me flying, but it never came. He backed off and moved up beside me.

“I want to fill you with cream before I finish that,” he said.

Again, I made no protest, perfectly willing to let him play me like a well-tuned guitar, the way I'd played him in the kitchen.

He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. “Mount up, sweetheart. Time to save that horse and ride your cowboy.”

I hummed with pleasure. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Placing a hand on his chest, I rose slightly before backing onto his dick. Capturing his cockhead with my pussy lips, I eased backward until I had him inside me, then sat up to drive him in the rest of the way. The emptiness inside me now banished by his presence, I leaned back to enjoy it, pivoting on his cock, drawing my knees up and using my weight to achieve the deepest possible penetration.

Absolute
perfection.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “My beautiful Angel.” Palming my breasts, he thumbed my nipples, driving me ever closer to the point of ecstasy before sliding his hands to my hips. “Ride me.” To further illustrate his meaning, he took my hips in his hands and lifted me slightly, then pulled me down. “Mmm…yeah, like that…hard and fast and deep.”

Lifting me again, he slid me up his shaft then dropped me back down on his prick.

The rebound effect was incredible.

Following his example, I tried it myself.

“Holy shit, that's good.” Not that this was anything new because it
all
felt good. So incredibly, mind-blowingly good…

Circling my hips, I swept my slick inner walls with his cock, only then realizing I hadn't quite reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. Not yet. Not when that simple movement could ignite even more fireworks.

Dusty let out a groan. “That's it. Use it…use my dick like a fuckin'
spoon
…”

The spoon analogy made me giggle, but it also gave me an idea. “Hold on.”

I'm still not sure how I did it, but I somehow managed to turn around until I was straddling his right leg. With more freedom of movement than ever, I was able to generate even more force as I rocked up and down on him. Picking up speed, I let him have it for all I was worth.

Dusty was panting now, his upward thrusts meeting me on each downward stroke. “Oh, God. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me
hard
.”

Gripping my upper thighs, he pulled me down on him one last time.

Every pelvic muscle I possessed contracted, doubling me over as a deep, guttural groan escaped my lips—a sound I'd never heard myself make before. Seconds later, Dusty's breath seemed to catch in his throat, only to come out with an explosive exhale. I clutched blindly at his leg as he pumped me full of cream.

His spurts had barely subsided before he began tugging at my hips. “C'mere and sit on my face. I need to finish what I started.”

I wasn't sure I could move, let alone do something requiring that much coordination. Nevertheless, I was willing to give it a try. After extricating my foot from beneath his left thigh, I turned around. “Didn't hurt your bum leg, did I?”

“Oh God, no.” He dragged me up over his chest until I was straddling his head, then held me poised above his face. “Hot, creamy pussy. Mmm…” With that, he sat me down, teasing my labia apart before sliding inside to fuck me with his tongue. At that point, I couldn't decide which felt better, his tongue or his dick.

Probably
his
dick, but this is pretty damned good.

Easing me up slightly, he bathed my clit with his tongue, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy ripping through me. Gulping in a breath, I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life. My head was already spinning, but when he latched on to my clitoris and sucked, I saw stars.

As primed as I was, I didn't think it would take much more than twenty seconds for me to come.

It took ten.

With a rasping moan, I lurched forward as my body imploded. Dusty held me right where I was, relentlessly licking my clit until I finally let go of the headboard and keeled over sideways. I don't believe I moved a muscle that wasn't orgasmically connected for the next ten minutes.

“Holy sheep shit,” I muttered when I could speak again. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

“No way,” he said. “I might let you go forty years from now, but not one second before.”

All I could say after that was “Mmm.”

Later on, I got up to pee and put on my pajamas before crawling back in bed with him.

“Pajamas? Seriously?”

“Get used to it, big guy,” I said as I pulled the blankets up over us. “You can take them off anytime you like, but I'm sleeping with them on.”

“Okay,” he grumbled. “If you insist. Not that I have any room to talk. I always wear a T-shirt and boxers to bed. Then again, I'm usually in a bunkhouse with a bunch of guys. I hardly ever sleep in the nude.”

I reached down to lay my hand on his naked cock. “I dunno… This feels pretty good. Guess that's what you get for being such a slut and leaving off your undies.”

He put his arms around me and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Yeah, well, I could probably get used to that too.”

Lying in the circle of his arms, I drifted off while listening to him breathe, feeling his warmth, and inhaling his scent. He was mine now, and no one was going to take him from me. Ever.

I woke up sometime during the night, thinking I heard a car in the drive, but dismissed it as probably being Jenny or Rachel bringing the other guys home. I rolled over to go back to sleep, wondering briefly if they'd had as nice a time as Dusty and I had.

Naw
, I decided sleepily,
probably
not
nearly
as
good.

I must have fallen asleep because I was in the middle of some sort of idyllic dream when a noise right above my head had me as wide awake as flicking on a switch.

The unmistakable sound of a pistol being cocked.