In Love With A Cowboy (BWWM Romance) (6 page)

And in that moment, I felt it. Everything fell away, Dean and his ridiculous idea of what it meant to be a father. The tough times I’d been fighting through as a single mother. The café that sometimes cost more than it earned. It all faded away in a background that didn’t matter.

Tanner sighed against my lips and his breath was hot on my skin. His hand slid from my cheek around to the back of my neck. The other hand went lower, off my collar bone, but he paused above my breast. I ached for him, the skin on my breast burned with the need of his touch, but he didn’t move down. He leaned against me, pushing me back until I was against my bedroom wall. His body was rock hard, muscles straining against the dress shirt he was wearing. His belt buckle bit into my lower stomach, but what was underneath it drew me.

His hunger for me was complete. He was hard against me, a long shaft that lay against my hip bone, and he wasn’t scared to show it. I shuddered and I wondered if he’d felt the ripple travel through my body as strongly as I felt it.

Whether he did or not I didn’t know, but his kissing deepened. He slid his tongue into my mouth and rolled around my tongue with his own in a slow, erotic dance. It was like he was set on exploring me from the inside out. And god, I wanted him to. I wanted him to find every inch of me, and make it his own. I hadn’t felt like this around a man in so long. If ever. And it was like something woke up inside of me. I felt a twinge between my legs, the proof that I was in touch with my sexuality after all.

His hand slowly slid down onto my breast, and I moaned into his mouth. My nipple was hard under his palm and it was a relief that he was touching me. He turned small circles with his hand, massaging my breast, my nipple, with the palm of his hand. All the time his mouth stayed on mine, and his hips pushed against me.

He slipped his hand into the low neckline, and found my breast again, his skin hot on mine. He fingered the lace of my bra. I broke the kiss and shook my head slightly.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” I said, sounding breathless and I swallowed. I could feel how wet I was getting, my underwear getting wet. This was a first. I tasted him on my lips when I spoke. “It’s just easier…” I took his hand and guided it down to the hem of my shirt. He understood what I was trying to say and pushed it up, exposing my stomach. I expected him to push his hand underneath and try to do what he was doing before, but instead he pulled the shirt up further. I lifted my arms and he pulled it over my head.

He looked down at me. I was still wearing my bra, but I felt suddenly vulnerable. This was where a man could break a woman. Cutting her deep when she was naked , or almost naked, and was the one kind of damage that couldn’t just be repaired. His eyes dragged over my body, my breast, and he lifted his hand and cupped both. When he looked at me again his eyes were soft.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. I blushed like a teenager. I couldn't believe this was happening so quickly but I needed him. I needed a real man for a long time. He leaned down and kissed my neck and I tipped my head to the side to give him more space. His mouth was like fire, leaving a trail of kisses up my neck before he nibbled on my ear. His hands slid back at the same time and he unclipped my bra, pulling it off so it fell to the ground. I stood in front of him, my breasts free.

He didn’t look at them the way he had before. Instead he kissed me again, and with his one hand he found my breast. He rubbed small circles over the nipple with his thumb, driving me crazy. My own arms were wrapped around his neck, and I fished one hand into his collar so I could touch his skin. He ground his hips against mine and left me breathless.

His breathing changed and became like mine, shallow and erratic. I pulled my hands back and undid the buttons on his shirt one by one. He wore a white vest underneath that I pushed up, and I pressed my breasts against his bare skin. It felt amazing being that close to him.

He folded me against his body and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned against me, the length of him between my legs. He turned and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down and kissed down my neck to my breasts where he found my nipple and took it in his mouth. He alternated gently sucking with swirling his tongue around my nipple. I gasped and squirmed underneath him. My legs wrapped around him again and he pushed up against me. I could feel him through his pants and mine, and I wished he would take them off.

As if he read my mind he stopped and undid his buckle. I helped him with the button and the zipper of his jeans and he kicked them off. He pulled down his jocks, and his cock sprung free in all its glory. It was long and hard, curving upward with a glistening drop at the tip. He curled his fingers around the hem of my pants, and paused to look at me, as if he was asking a question. I nodded and he pulled down my pants and the lace g-string as well. I lay in front of him, naked in a pool of moonlight that flowed in through the crack in the curtains. He looked at me like I was a piece of art.

“What?” I whispered, scared to break the spell. When his eyes met mine again he smiled and shook his head. He crawled back on top of me, covering one side of my body with his. His skin was smooth against mine, smooth and warm. And perfect. His hand traced the curves of my body where it rose and fell. On my hip he slid to the back to grab my ass. Then he moved back to my hip and then followed the V that led to my womanhood. He pushed two fingers into the slit, and found my clit.

My body spasmed and I moaned.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his fingers dipping into me before he moved back to my clit. I couldn’t answer him. He wasn’t letting me. With his fingers he stroked circles around and over my clit, coaxing the heat between my legs into a flame. I curled against his hand, letting the feeling take over. It was warm and invasive, and intoxicating. I felt light-headed and I gasped for breath. His face was right by mine, his eyes drinking in the sight of me as he built me closer and closer to orgasm. My body shuddered on the bed, a ripple of ecstasy flowing through me. He buried his head in my neck and took some skin between his teeth, nibbling gently.

And then he stopped. I let out a low moan of complaint and he chuckled. It was a warm sound, stroking my skin like a caress. He shifted, leaning on his elbows, his hips on top of mine. I opened my legs for him, and he pushed his cock against my entrance. He was rock hard and big. I could feel how I was stretching and he had hardly done anything at all. He looked into my eyes when he pushed into me. I moaned with the movement, and he drew it out of me all the way in.

My body stretched to accommodate him, and he filled me up. He waited two seconds for me to adjust to his size, never taking his eyes off me, and then he moved again. He pushed in and pulled out, and the friction kindled the flame into a fire. He built up a rhythm, rocking his hips against mine and building a new orgasm, different from the other one. This time it was deep and intense, starting from the very core of who I was. And it was building bigger and bigger as he pushed in and out of me, faster and faster. My body felt numb under his, and I let him do what he needed to do.

His hands were on either side of my face and he lowered his lips to mine.

I felt him grow inside of me, getting bigger and harder. He broke out in a sweat, and his skin was slick on mine as we moved together. A shudder rippled through his body against me. His face changed, became distant and beautiful, and then he shook in a spasm against me and exploded inside of me. I felt him pumping against my inner walls, releasing hot liquid, coating me. I wanted him to claim every inch of me. Again and again.

I moaned with him, his orgasm fueling my own. When he came down from his high he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard in my ear. His body was hot on mine, and wet with sweat. He groaned and rolled off me, laying on his back breathing hard for a moment before he looked at me.

“You’re amazing,” he said. I smiled and he gathered me in his arms.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. He kissed me on my head. I hadn’t reached orgasm, but this was plenty. I didn’t need a release, not right now, if I had someone like Tanner to wrap me in his arms. I didn’t want to lose control just yet. One step at a time.

He pulled the covers over me.

“I can’t have Keisha find you in my bed tomorrow morning,” I said. I didn’t want him to get offended, but how was I going to explain to a six year old why I was in bed with someone that wasn’t her daddy? It wasn’t something she could wrap her mind around yet. And I didn’t have a very good relationship with Dean to begin with.

“I’ll be out early,” Tanner said in a sleepy voice.

“Why are you not mad?” I asked.

He turned his head and looked at me. “Because I get it. You have priorities, and Keisha comes first. Besides, I don’t mind sharing if it means I can have at least some of you. Better than nothing at all.”

He kissed me, and I felt warmth spread through my body.

“Close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when I’m going.”

I did.

Chapter 6 - Tanner

Jada was amazing. There wasn’t one part of her that I didn’t like from the start, and the more time I spent with her the more I felt that way about her. She was absolutely beautiful inside and out.

And Keisha was the spitting image of Jada. Her skin was lighter but she was just as beautiful and sweet as her mother. She was kind and gentle and warm, just like Jada. And bright. I hadn’t expected a six-year-old to be that conversational.

I’d crept out of the bedroom at four in the morning, when the hint of dawn still hung in the air like a question. The night had only been starting to change from the inky black to a silvering gray, and the birds had called questions into the night. I’d checked on Keisha on the way out, but she was fine, and I could relax. Jada would have a better day.

I really liked her. It wasn’t just about the sex, which was pretty damn awesome. It was because when I spent time with her, with the two of them, I felt more at home than I had in a long time.

I swung by the law offices, but they were closed. Of course. Why would anyone be working overtime in Westham? This wasn’t Houston where lawyers had six-day weeks. I sighed and turned away from the closed door. What was I going to do on a Saturday in a town that I hated with a lot of people I didn’t know?

I climbed into my car and drove down the road. I slowed down in front of Casa Bonita, thinking for two seconds that I should drop in and say hello, but I decided against it and sped up again. I wasn’t going to make a nuisance of myself. Just because I wanted to see her again in a non-sexual way didn’t mean I had to force myself on her every second of the day. I wanted to look cool, suave, sexy. I chuckled at the idea. I was wearing jeans and a collared shirt, in green, that the salesman had said suited my skin tone. Whatever that meant. I wore classic cowboy boots, and felt like my old self again. How I was before Houston.

I drove the narrow bumpy road out of town that looped behind the supermarket and then out towards the hills that lay in the horizon. The road was hardly used anymore, and I understood why. There weren’t a lot of people that wanted to revisit the ruins of the old town that was Cosmos Valley.

Halfway to the Valley I saw stables, a big sign that told me horses were for rent. Tourist attraction, but I was drawn to it. I pulled in and a big round woman with smile creases around her mouth stepped into the morning air.

“How can I help you?” she asked.

“I was wondering if I could rent a horse?” I said. She eyed my car like it was strange that I asked for an alternative mode of transportation.

“You ride?” she asked. I nodded.

The horse she offered me was midnight black with big liquid eyes. It breathed hot breath against my hand and I scratched its neck before I got on. The western saddle felt comfortable under me. I brought the reins over its neck and it turned. The woman had been watching and she raised her eyebrows. Maybe she understood now that I could ride.

I left the yard on the horse, and walked down the road toward Cosmos Valley. It was right on horseback. The way it used to be when I was younger.

When I arrived in the part of town where I grew up it was all but a ghost town. It consisted mainly of forgotten farmland, once cultivated by farm hands that were making a living, but since then the farmers had all moved to better patches of ground around the newer Westham instead. I followed a dusty path up to an old farmhouse. It had been empty for almost ten years now, and it was starting to show decay. The front door’s brown paint was flaking and the windows were dusty where they weren’t broken.

In the front yard, where I’d spent so many of my childhood days, the grass was an ugly brown now, and the sad stump of the oak tree stood alone in the middle of it. The wood was ragged and spiky toward the one side.

I slid off the horse and let it graze on the barely-there grass. It didn’t seem to mind. I leaned against it and sighed.