Her Summer Cowboy (8 page)

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She smelled of
peaches and her skin was creamy and soft where he touched her neck. She tasted of longing and minty fresh breath and he was glad she’d pushed him today. He’d been waking up early after a restless night spent listening to the sounds of her guitar strumming in the bedroom, plagued with dreams of teaching her to ride this cowboy instead of a horse.

He swept his hands down her back, cupped her buttocks and lifted her off her feet and held her firmly against himself. His blood ran heavy, pooling in his groin as he turned to lean back against the wall of the bus for stability in a world that was spinning out of his control.

She moaned. The sound came from deep in her throat and her hands tangled in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist, angling her head so that he could deepen the kiss. Her tongue rubbed against his and he sucked on it before lifting his head and opening his eyes.

Her eyes were heavy lidded and half-closed. There was a rosy flush to her cheeks and her lips were parted. Her breath came out in heavy little puffs that brushed against his and made him lean in to kiss her again.

This was getting out of hand but at the same time was exactly what he needed. He’d wanted her since the moment she’d walked up to him in Tennessee, guitar in one hand, cooler loaded with health food in the other. She’d made him forget his troubles and introduced him to an entirely new set of them. All focused on wanting, needing and desiring the one woman who confused him.

He flexed his fingers on her buttocks and she rocked her hips forward, rubbing over the tip of his erection. She opened her eyes.

“Why aren’t you kissing me?”

“I didn’t lock the front door,” he said.

She nipped at his bottom lip sucking it into his mouth before plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. Then she let her legs fall from his waist and pushed away from him and he lowered her to the floor.

“Too bad,” she said wrinkling her nose and turning to walk toward her bedroom.

He almost let her go. But he wasn’t strong enough to do that. As soon as she was in the bedroom he followed her. The quarters were cramped, dominated by the bed.

She stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, watching him with her wide-brown eyes. There wasn’t doubt or hesitation in them, but that warm light that invited him closer and whispered that she was the answer to some of the questions he’d never wanted to answer.

But he ignored that and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her and looking up to catch her watching him in the mirror. She tipped her head to the side and he found her mouth with his. She tasted so right. So good. He felt like he’d never get enough of kissing her.

She turned in his arms, and he reached for the tie of her robe and opened it, slipping his hands between the fabric and her skin. She was one of the softest things he’d ever held in his arms. He felt almost too big and too rough for her, but she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him with a passion that matched his.

He felt her fiddling with his belt buckle, her fingers brushing against his cock and he shuddered with anticipation. He brushed her hands aside and undid his belt for her.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said. His voice was deep but he couldn’t control that anymore than he could control the effect her touch and her kisses had on him. He put his hands on her waist and drew her closer to him.

Her breasts were full and pillowed against his chest. But he wanted to see them. See her entire body so he lifted her and placed in the center of the bed. Her thick auburn hair spread out around her shoulders on the bed. The fabric of her open robe fell to either side exposing her lithe body, nipped-in waist and full breasts. She parted her legs a little as he let his gaze slide slowly down her body. The hair covering her secrets was a deep brown and her thighs—he groaned. They looked even better than he’d fantasized.

He reached out to touch her almost afraid to believe that she was really here. But he knew she was. She wasn’t the kind of woman to hesitate when she saw something she wanted. He had come to realize over the past few days that she hadn’t run away from country music because she’d been embarrassed by her failure, she’d left because she couldn’t perfect it.

“Are you just going to stare at me all morning?” she asked. “Because I can think of a few better things we might do.”

“Like what?”

“Lose those jeans for starters,” she said.

“You don’t like them?” he asked. He undid the top button of his jeans; they were old and worn and fit him like a glove.

“I like them just fine. The way they cup ever hard inch of you,” she said. “But I have the feeling I’m going like what’s in them more.”

He felt a blush slide over his face at her words. Damn. What was it about this woman?

He slowly lowered his zipper and then carefully slid his pants down his legs where they were tangled with his boots. He cursed and she laughed as he danced around trying to get free.

He whipped his t-shirt up and over his head and tossed it on the floor and then clad only in his boxer briefs, he climbed up on the bed by her feet. He sat back on his haunches to caress her legs starting at her calves. She parted her legs as he moved up her body.

He skimmed his hands up her thighs and skirted around her feminine mound watching the way she reacted. Her hips moved toward him but he wanted this to last a bit longer. So he slowly ran his finger around her belly button then up to her midriff and her ribs. As he skimmed his fingers over the bottom side of her breasts she shifted to caress his thighs and then reached between his legs to cup his balls with her fingers.

She rolled them in her fingers and he arched his back and closed his eyes as sensation washed over him. He felt like going slow was a fast-fading dream, and he lowered his head to kiss her breast. Using his tongue he traced her nipple and then slowly suckled. She arched on the bed, thrusting her breast toward him.

He reached out blindly with his other hand and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her hands in his hair tugging at him and he lifted his head.

She smiled down at him. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good,” he said. Going back to her breast as she reached into his underwear and wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked him and a red haze seemed to envelop him.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He reached down and freed himself from his underwear and moved up to kiss her mouth. She smelled so fresh and clean and her hair was still damp as it brushed against his chest.

Slowly he felt her touch moving up his chest and around his back. She cupped his butt as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and drew him closer to her. His hips canted forward and the tip of his erection entered her before he pulled back, reminding himself that he was still in charge of this.

But as soon as she wrapped her arms around him and bit on the lobe of his ear. He knew he was losing the battle. She sucked the lobe into her mouth and arched against him. She felt so damned good that he almost lost it.

“Take me,” she whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his already aroused body.

“Don’t you want to make this last?” he asked, shifting so they could stare into each other’s eyes. It felt intimate. He had to blink before she saw right into his soul and he turned his head away from her.

“Not this time,” she said. “We can do it slow later. Right now I want to feel you inside of me.”

He pulled back and then thrust deep inside of her. She felt tight and gripped him like a glove. He settled against her, opening his eyes and their eyes met. Something passed between them. An emotion he couldn’t define when the heat of passion was on him.

He wanted to make this moment last but then she parted her lips and he took her mouth and her body. Thrusting into her as all vestiges of control left him. She arched underneath him and he wrapped his hands around her hips to anchor her closer to him as he drove them higher toward climax.

She surrounded him completely, limbs wrapped around him pulling him closer to her. The peach scent of her body and the fresh scent of her damp hair. Her breasts bobbed up and down as he drove into her and he leaned down to catch her nipple in his mouth.

He sucked at it. Felt the feathering of sensation down his spine and knew his climax was waiting but he didn’t want to come, not yet. Not until she had. Except his control wasn’t what it had always been. He reached between their bodies and flicked his finger against her clit and heard her gasp. Felt her fingernails digging into his back as she called his name and he felt her tightening around him.

It felt to him like she had her orgasm, and he thrust faster and deeper as his own was so close. Finally he came. Emptying himself into her body and still his hips kept thrusting until he collapsed against her. He tried to support his weight on his arms to keep from crushing her.

When he finally caught his breath he looked over at her and she had a sort of dazed look in her eyes. She winked at him.

“I guess you’re done ignoring me,” she said.

He shook his head and rolled to his side, bringing her with him. She was unexpected. Always she made him rethink how he pictured her. Even now. He was sort of known for his control in the sack. So he was a little bothered by the fact that this time he’d almost come like a teenager copping his first feel.

But this was Emma. The pretty little country singer who could make him hard simply by smiling at him.

“Whatcha thinking?” he said.

She shrugged. She stroked her hands up and down his arm and he flexed his biceps as she did. “I like your muscles.”

“Do you?”

“Hmm mmm.”

She was going quiet and he had a feeling that he needed to say or do something to keep this from getting awkward but he really had no idea what.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Being your usually sassy self,” he said.

She arched one eyebrow over at him. “I don’t know any other way to be.”

“Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. And then shifted around on the bed to reach for her notebook. She jotted down a few more lines in it and then looked over at him and he felt like the biggest man in the world. Not one who’d been lost and drifting for most of his adult life.

T
hey landed at
the airport in Bozeman, and it was early in the morning as they walked through the deserted airport. Hudson carried his travel-worn duffle slung over one shoulder and though he’d offered, she carried her own overnighter bag. Though she’d travelled to every state in the U.S.A. it had always been when someone was touring so she hadn’t really experienced any of the differences in the states.

Arenas, amphitheaters, and fairgrounds all sort of looked the same. She was looking around at the restaurants that were closed. “So this is Montana.”

“Yeah. I think one of my brothers is going to be picking us up,” he said. “Give me your bag or they will ride me for days about not being a gentleman.”

“I can carry it. No need for you to,” she said. Sex hadn’t made anything better between them. Except that now she felt comfortable reaching out and cupping his butt as he scowled at her. But still she wasn’t any closer to figuring out what she wanted. However she was enjoying the freedom of letting her guard down.

“We can come back, Hud, if you need us to.”

Hudson shook his head as he turned to face not one of his brothers but three of them and two little boys that had to be his nephews. They all looked identical with their Levis, button-down shirts, tucked in. Even the little boys looked like them.

“Why are you all here?” he asked. “Alec, I said just send someone.”

“You also said you were bringing a girl. And since we knew you’d be getting in after the chores were done…”

She couldn’t help but smile as Alec teased Hudson. He was different with these brothers of his. Less the scary bouncer and sexy-ass cowboy and more…human. She had a feeling she was getting a chance to see the real man and she loved it.

“Emma, this is Alec, Carson and Lane. Boys this is Emma. Those two little ones are Evan and JT.”

“Hello, boys,” Emma said.

“Howdy, ma’am,” Alec said, lifting his hat toward her.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Carson said, coming over to shake her hand.

“Wish we’d heard more about you,” Lane said. “But I’m sure we can fix that in the next week.”

Emma bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling as Hudson scowled at his brothers. The little boys both waved at her and she waved back.

“Can we get going?” Hudson asked. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Nashville has changed you,” Carson said. “Now you’re all about the job. You can take a few minutes to chat with us.”

“What would you have to chat about?” Hudson asked.

“About being on tour with Alan Jennings. And how you came to meet such a pretty little gal.”

She tipped her head to the side enjoying watching his brothers tease him. “Yes, tell them all about it.”