Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) (29 page)

The woman slid them off the counter, and
smiled. “Double or King room?” she asked as she typed his
information into the computer.

He glanced at Twyla who looked as tired as he
did. “Double, please.”

“
King,” Twyla said at the same
time, and their eyes met. She slid her arm through his and repeated
herself. “We’ll take a King. Top floor if you have it.”

The woman punched keys on her computer, then
smiled. “We do, the last one, but it’s by the elevator.”

“
That’s fine,” Twyla said not
breaking eye contact with him.

“
You sure?” he mouthed, and she
nodded. Ryan’s heart leapt and his body tried to react, it really
did, but there just wasn’t anything left in his tank. He almost
wanted double beds, because if Twyla expected anything, he was
going to sorely disappoint her. He was wrung out. Done.

She squeezed his arm, and grabbed the room
keys the clerk placed on the counter. “Have a good night’s rest,”
she said, handing Ryan his cards back.

He put them in his wallet, and put his arm
around Twyla to walk to the elevator. After pushing the button, he
said, “Twy—I ah, don’t have the energy to, ah…”

She laughed. “You think I don’t know that? I
want to hold you. Think you have the energy for that?”

Cuddling? Ryan didn’t know if he did or not.
He’d never slept with a woman, just to sleep with a woman. But if
it was in Twyla’s arms, he would definitely give it a try. “My eyes
are going to be closed before my head hits the pillow, but we can
give it a try,” he said giving her shoulders a squeeze.

It would be another memory with her to store
up. One he could drag out after she left when he was lonely. His
heart stopped for a second at the thought, then beat out of control
for a few seconds, before it resumed a steady rhythm, when he
reminded himself he didn’t need to get attached to her. Life would
go on after she left, and he had a helluva lot of things to take
care of between now and then. That’s where his focus needed to be,
not on panicking that he’d miss her so much he didn’t know how good
that life would be when she left. There were a lot more memories to
make, before she left. And twelve-years-worth before that. The time
he’d spent as a member of her family would be something he’d never
forget. He didn’t know where he’d be today if they hadn’t taken him
in. Made him one of their own. Ryan would always be grateful. Even
though they hated him now, Ryan would never forget them or what
they’d done for him.

They taught him to be a man. A caring man. And
showed him how a family was supposed to be, something he could
carry over into creating a good family life for Mary.

The thought of his new sister, and his
tiredness sent emotion up to clog his throat as he stepped out of
the elevator. He squeezed Twyla tighter as he walked with her to
the door across the hall from the elevator. She slid the key into
the door, and they went inside.

Twyla went to the bathroom, while Ryan shucked
his clothes. He staggered to the bed, the pillow calling him like a
snake charmer’s flute, and he hadn’t lied, sleep claimed him before
his head even rested good on the pillow.

The next morning, Ryan woke up in what felt
like a warm, snuggly cocoon. He felt better than he had in years,
had slept better. Then reality slapped him in his face when he
realized where he was. His good mood flew right out through that
crack in the black-out curtains where the sun shone in so brightly.
That light woke him up to the reality of why he was laying in this
strange bed. His eyes fell to the blond hair covering his chest,
the soft snores of the softer woman whose delicious curves were
suctioned to his side like saran wrap.

His mother was dead, and he had a sister to
raise.

His chest tightened, and he bit his lower lip
to keep from wailing and waking Twyla. That wail filled his eyes
and they burned like a bitch. He batted them, and turned his head
to the side and sucked in a deep breath. He blew it out slowly and
tried to force his body to relax. Twyla rustled beside him, then a
warm kiss landed on his shoulder.

“
Morning,” she mumbled sleepily
shoving her hair out of her face. Her bright blue eyes met his and
heat shot through him. She smiled up at him, that sleepy smile he’d
seen plenty of times, while he stayed at her parents ranch. This
time though, he let it work its magic inside of him to heat places
he’d never let it travel before. His blood surged to his dick and
it went rock hard against her thigh that was draped over him. The
feel of her soft skin was making matters worse. He squirmed, trying
to put space between them, but her thigh clamped down and her arms
tightened over his chest.

“
Ut uh,” Twyla said, grinning up
at him, as she rubbed her calf against his suggestively. “You’re
rested now, and have no excuse.”

He had plenty of excuses, starting with those
complications he thought about. And all of the things he had to get
done today, face today. But there was no way in hell he wasn’t
going to take the opportunity to make up to her for the last time.
When Twyla Taylor left Houston, she was going to remember him
fondly. Not as the rude asshole who had rough, kinky sex with her
for her first time. He owed it to her, and to himself.
Memories.

Ryan pulled her into his arms, and gently
covered her mouth with his. She sighed, her calf pressed harder
against his, and she slid her hand down his chest, over his abs,
leaving a trail of fire, until her hand closed over his cock.
Ryan’s body stiffened and he gasped, as electricity shot through
his balls, zipped down his legs to his toes. Her fingers loosened,
she smoothed her palm along his length then gently cupped his
balls. Ryan’s heart took a trip around his chest, and he moaned.
Pulling her closer, he fought the urge to roll her over and plant
his aching cock inside of her body, as memories of how incredible
she had felt last time soaked his brain.

Slow, he coached himself. This time it was
about loving her right. Showing her how it could be with a man who
wasn’t in a hurry to reach the end. He rolled her onto her back,
her hand released him, and he kissed her deeper.

Ryan smoothed his hand over her stomach and
buried his hand between her legs. Twyla was already soaking wet and
ready, and he bit back a groan as he spread her dew, before
massaging it into her clit. Her body jerked, she gasped, and Ryan’s
dick swelled against her thigh. He loved those damned sounds she
made. Her little whimpers and moans drove him out of his mind. He
wanted to hear more of them. Ryan wanted her to be so lost in what
he was making her feel, she screamed it to the world. Lifting his
mouth from hers, Ryan kissed the corner of her mouth, the underside
of her jaw, then slowly worked to her earlobe. When he sucked it
into his mouth, and nipped it, she moaned low in her
throat.

His balls tightened, and he tongued the shell
of her ear. “I love that sound,” he whispered hotly in her ear, and
she shivered. “I want to hear you make that sound when I put my
cock inside of you.”

“
Oh, God, Ryan…yes,” she
whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulder, as he kissed the
pounding pulse at the side of her throat. He stopped there to suck
her sweet skin into his mouth, and she whimpered, as a tremor
rocked her.

Licking his way downward, Ryan dipped his
tongue into the crevice at her collarbone. He shifted his body as
he kissed across her chest, under her chin, where he stopped to
lick that stubborn little notch he loved, because he couldn’t
resist. She sucked in a sharp breath, and shoved her hands into his
hair. She cradled his head in her grasp, as he kissed his way down
to the valley between her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and
begging for his mouth. And Twyla’s back arched them toward him, as
if that was exactly what she wanted too.

The tiny little mewls she made as he licked
the underside of her breast egged him on, and made him harder if
that was possible. He dragged his tongue slowly upward over the
erect peak, and she moaned louder. He stopped, hovered above her
breast and just breathed, making her anticipate how good his mouth
was going to feel on her. Remember.

Those mewls started again, this time of
protest, as her fingers dug into his scalp. “Please,” she
whispered. “Suck me, Ryan.”

He laid beside her and reached for her hand to
gently pry it away from his head. He laced his fingers with hers,
and held their hands by her ear. Cupping her right breast, he
lowered his mouth to her body. His thumb brushed over her nipple,
as he worshiped the perfect right mound with his lips, teeth and
tongue, and those mewls started again. Squeezing his hand tight,
she wailed as a tremor shook her body. He released her breath with
a pop, and smiled against her skin. “Did you just come,
baby?”

“
Mhmm…” was her garbled reply, as
another tremor rocked her.

“
Good, it’s time for another one,
then,” he said with a laugh.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up. “No, I
want you inside of me.”

“
Nah, patience, baby. I’ve only
kissed about a third of your deliciousness. I have lots more to
sample, before it’s time for that.” He laughed when she rolled her
eyes and slammed back against the pile of pillows under her head.
“When hotel security knocks at the door, because someone thinks
you’re dying, I’ll be done.”

Ryan scooted to the end of the bed and she
squealed when he grabbed her ankles to pull her toward the end of
the huge bed. He lifted her left leg, and licked her instep. She
giggled, and tried to yank her leg back, but he held her tight. He
placed an open mouth kiss on the arch and sucked it, while he
smoothed his hand up her calf to her inner thigh, then made a pass
back up her calf, dragging a throaty moan from her.

He kissed his way to her ankle, and repeated
the process, getting closer and closer to her wet pink folds, with
his fingers. He watched them quiver as if anticipating his touch,
her body open and close, as he worked his way closer there. At her
knee, he kissed the inside, then gently laid her leg on the bed.
Her eyes flew open, and she growled. It was so damned cute, Ryan
laughed. “Patience, baby. I’ll get there,” he said as he lifted her
right leg, and kissed her instep.

He tongued it, and she laughed, then moaned
when he sucked it. The sound danced along his spine to settle in
his balls. He followed the same process as he had on the other leg,
but didn’t stop when he reached her knee, he slid his tongue up her
inner thigh, and Twyla groaned loudly. “Suck me, Ryan,” she begged.
“Please make me come. I love it when you make me come.”

“
Touch your breasts, and I will,”
he said as he pushed her knees wider. “Help me make you come, Twy.
You know what feels good. Have you touched yourself before?” he
asked, because he was damned curious. She’d come awfully damned
fast when he had simply sucked her breasts.

“
Yes,” she moaned as she covered
her breasts with her hands. She sucked in a sharp breath, and
turned her head to the side, as she rolled them in her
fingers.

Because he was a man, he had to ask. “Did you
think about me, baby?”

“
Yes, only you,” she admitted on a
hot released breath.

That fact made his heart dance in his chest.
This woman was his. Would always be his, no matter where she was or
who she was with, she would think of him.

But that was little consolation that another
man would be making love to her while she thought of him. His heart
skidded to a stop, and melted, dripping slowly down to his toes. If
he didn’t do something, she would leave him very shortly, and he
knew she wasn’t going to wait around for him to fix things with her
family. He didn’t think he could even if he tried.

Twyla would go on with her life without him.
She might want him, love him even, but Twyla had a new life now.
Her days of waiting for him to come around were over.

She leaned up on her elbows, and looked down
at him with impatient blue eyes. “You fall asleep down there?” He
laughed, and she laid back down to fondle her breasts.

Ryan settled between her legs and leaned
closer to inhale her unique scent. He wanted to remember it, have
it imprinted on his mind. He didn’t ever want to forget it. He knew
he’d taste her sweetness on his mouth every time he closed his eyes
and thought about her. Laying out his tongue, he made a slow pass
up her folds. Her breath hissed out like a balloon losing air, and
her hands shot to the cover to fist it.

Her flavor spread over his taste buds to
filter though his body and he moaned, closed his eyes and savored
it. Leaning in, he circled her clit and Twyla made a garbled sound
in her throat. Her lips quivered, and he felt her inner muscles
clenching and releasing under his palms that rested on her lower
abdomen. She was damned close, one nip, or suck and she’d probably
shatter. Ryan’s body was telling him it was time to move things
faster too. He nibbled the bud, then pinched his lips over it and
sucked in a slow steady rhythm. Her body jerked, she screamed then
her fists dragged the comforter to her sides, as she wailed his
name and her body vibrated. On the last tremor, she sighed, and
Ryan kissed his way up her right thigh, across her belly to her
navel. He swiped his tongue inside, and she giggled, swatting at
his head.