Saddled and Spurred: A Blacktop Cowboys Novel (19 page)

Bran’s hips and chest met hers. His hand slipped between their bodies and he placed the blunt cock head at her entrance. He buried his lips in her neck and pushed inside her channel. Slowly. So slowly she felt every inch filling her until he was all the way in.

“You okay?” he murmured.

She nodded.

He pulled out and pushed in.

By the sixth thrust, she’d wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her pelvis to meet his thrusts. This was getting better. After each withdrawal she held her breath, wanting that deep plunge again. Wanting that delicious fullness. That wet friction.

Then Bran’s hips moved faster. Short, shallow strokes that really did nothing to increase her enjoyment but seemed to do a whole lot to increase his.

He arched his back and slammed into her fully. And stopped, softly groaning as his climax overtook him.

Nothing she did, squeezing her interior muscles, canting her pelvis to more fully connect with his, brought her release.

Bran slumped against her, his body still quivering with aftershocks.

Must be nice.

In her fantasies, she’d built up sex with Bran Turner to a multiorgasmic fulfillment of all her long-held sexual desires. Once again, she was disappointed. More than she’d ever been.

The reality never lived up to the hype.

Breathing hard, Bran rolled off Harper and stared at the ceiling above his bed. That hadn’t taken long. At all. So much for wowing her with his staying power. Or sexpertise. Once he’d gotten his dick inside her warm, snug pussy, he’d lasted about two minutes before he’d shot his load.

He could claim that it’d just felt too damn good, or it’d been too damn long for him, or he was afraid he’d scare her with his sexual demands, or he’d intended the first time to be over fast so he could take more time with round two. Those were all valid reasons for being so quick on the trigger.

The truth was, he was out of practice. And he wasn’t sure if she’d even come.

Harper pushed up, keeping the sheet covering her breasts as her feet hit the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

Bran placed his hand in the center of her bare back and she jumped. “Goin’ someplace?”

“I—I should get dressed.”

“What’s your hurry?”

“We’re done, right?”

That cinched it. She definitely hadn’t come. Wasn’t happy about it either.

Not that Bran blamed her.

“Besides, now that we’ve got that out of our systems—”

“Harper,” he said sharply. “Look at me.”

She peered over her shoulder at him. “What?”

“Did I say we were done?”

“No. But it’s obvious—what are you . . . eep!”

He’d grabbed her around the waist and pinned her to the mattress, straddling her hips, holding her arms above her head. “What’s obvious to me is that you didn’t come. And I owe you an apology for the wham-bam way this ended up. It wasn’t what I wanted or intended. But damn, woman, you’re so sexy and hot and I’ve wanted you for so long that I sorta lost my head.”

The skepticism stayed in her eyes.

“Okay. I see you don’t believe me. I can prove it and make it up to you.”

She relaxed slightly.

“But first we need to set a couple of things straight. We should’ve talked about these things before we hit the mattress today. As much as I hate the word, I am your boss. I write your paychecks.”

“Well, technically
you
aren’t writing the paycheck. Your accountant is.”

“Do you really see it that black and white, Harper?”

Silence descended between them. Her gaze skittered away briefly before her eyes met his again. “No. I know how much you ranchers hate rules, but if we are going to start this . . . we need to set a simple . . . guideline and both agree to abide by it.”

“Such as?”

“Keeping this strictly a working relationship during working hours.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Then what we do together when I’m off the clock shouldn’t matter, should it?”

“No messing around at all while we work together?”

“None.”

He whistled. “That’s a hard stance.”

“But a simple solution.”

“True.” Bran smooched her nose. “You are such a smart woman. So you’re all right with us starting this? Because once we start, Harper, you’re mine until you leave town.”

“Same goes, Bran.”

He liked the possessive note in her voice. “Then it’s settled. Now if I have the accountant cut you a performance-based bonus check, you won’t have to worry that it was because you gave me a spectacularly good blow job.”

Harper’s face flushed and she let loose an awkward laugh.

Holy hell. She blushed and tittered like a schoolgirl at the mere mention of the words
blow job
? Bran leaned closer. “How much sexual experience do you have?”

“Umm. More than my limited amount of ranch experience, but not much.” She debated for a split second and blurted, “I’ve only been with two guys before you and neither were long-term.”

With deliberate care, he moved to the edge of the bed and scrubbed his hands over his face.

“Bran? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t . . . You don’t . . .” Hell, he couldn’t form coherent sentences. He’d suspected her innocence, but hearing her admit it? An unfamiliar instinct surfaced—one he couldn’t voice because he didn’t understand it.

“My lack of sexual experience bothers you?” she prompted.

How was he supposed to answer that?

“So, you’re saying you’d want me more if I’d been with a million guys instead of just two?”

Bran whirled around. “No. Jesus, that’s not what—”

“Then what? You thought I’d be as indiscriminate with men as my mother was?”

“Wrong answer, sweetheart. I would never compare you to your mother. Never.”

“Or are you into kinky stuff? Stuff that I haven’t done in my limited experience?”

He tried to stay calm even as she seemed to be baiting him. “I guess it depends on what you consider kinky.”

Frustrated, Harper jammed a hand through her hair. “I know even less about kinky than I do about cows. I’ve had plain sex. That’s it. I don’t know if I look like a woman who’d automatically say no to the kinkier stuff or if the guys I was with were into the basics.”

He frowned. “Explain what you mean by the basics.”

“Missionary position. Me on top. Oral.”

Bran’s gaze dropped to her mouth. He’d couldn’t freakin’ wait to see those luscious lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Feel her cheeks suctioned tight as he pumped his seed down her throat.

“I’ve gotten oral too,” she said, breaking his wayward train of thought, “but not as often as I’d like.”

He chuckled. “Fond of that?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He slid his hand up her leg. Her skin broke out in chill bumps. “Well, I’ll have no problem showing you new things.”

Her whiskey-colored eyes were so serious. The cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows indicated she was deep in thought.

“What?”

“Since I’ve been honest with you, be honest with me. How much experience do you have?”

“Plenty.” He crawled back up her body, trapping her hips between his knees and pinning her hands above her head. “I ain’t into kinky shit like golden showers, or hard-core pain games like using a crop or a cat-o’-nine-tails on you, or havin’ you sit on a pallet at my feet like a slave girl and service me like an unpaid whore. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want, Harper. That said, I plan to be very demanding in bed. That’ll especially hold true with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re inexperienced and I’m not. I prefer doin’ things my way.” Bran kissed the surprised O of her mouth. “And it ain’t gonna be one-sided pleasure, like earlier. I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my cock to fuck that basic vanilla sex right outta you.”

Her breath caught.

He felt the increased pounding of her heart where his fingers circled her wrists. “Tell me you want this,” he growled, scenting her excitement. “Tell me with a word, that for the next two months, your body, your pleasure, your sexual will belongs to me.”

“Yes.”

Rather than roar like a beast that had procured its next meal, Bran placed his lips on her ear. “Let your legs dangle over the edge of the bed.” He released her and rolled to his feet.

Harper kicked aside the sheet and maneuvered herself into position. Each sliding scoot of her ass made her tits bounce. Nice. Bran planned on spending a lot of time getting acquainted with them. Later.

He snagged two pillows. “Put these under your head so you can see what I’m doin’.” As soon as she was settled, he fell to his knees.

There was her sweet, surprised intake of breath again.

And he hadn’t even put his mouth on her yet.

Bran’s hands tracked her long, shapely legs from her ankles up her shins to her knees. His fingers inched up the outside curves of her thighs until he reached her hips. Man. Her waist was so tiny his hands nearly spanned its width. He followed the feminine arc of her body to grab a handful of her ass cheeks.

“Bran—”

“Put your feet on my shoulders.”

She bit her lip, hesitating for a second. Then her toes brushed his biceps and her heels settled into the cups of his shoulders.

“Keep your hands by your sides and watch me.” Bran bent his head and lifted her sex to his mouth, swiping his tongue up the glistening pink folds. God. She was so tangy. So sweet. His mouth watered for another taste of her, so he took a leisurely lick. And another. He closed his eyes and savored her. Since he’d blown it before with sex, he doubled his determination to make this first intimate kiss memorable.

Her body began to shake. The muscles in her thighs tightened, as she attempted to keep them from trembling. He smiled against the crease where her thigh met her hip, pressing kisses on the closely trimmed blond curls covering the rise of her mound. Again his tongue delved into that creamy slit, pushing deep into her opening. He dragged his tongue back up to her pussy lips, sucking them into his mouth.

Harper moaned.

Bran flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris and met her eyes as he looked across the plane of her body. He expected her to ask him to send her over the edge. Maybe even plead. But she just stared at him with such a yearning need that he knew he was a goner for this woman. He’d take her any way he could get her, even for a short time.

Needing to prove to her that he was the man who could satisfy the need in her eyes, Bran settled his lips around that throbbing bit of flesh, alternating sucking with butterfly licks.

“Oh. Yes. I like that.”

He applied more suction, lost in the taste and feel of her sweet syrup coating his tongue and flowing down his throat.

“Bran. I’m . . . almost.” Her legs and her belly quivered and her breathing quickened.

Then boom, her orgasm was right there. And so were her hands, gripping his head as she bowed into his mouth, her pussy pulsing against his lips as she gasped, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

He loved her uninhibited reaction and gave her everything he had, keeping a steady rhythm until the last orgasmic pulse faded.

She slumped back into the pillows with a very satisfied, very feminine sigh.

One down, more to go, because he wasn’t nearly done with her. With his dick as hard as a fence post, he would’ve liked to plow into her, sate his obsessive need, but instead he explored. Kissing her hipbones, letting his tongue lead the way up all those luscious curves. His hands squeezed her ass, then moved to her belly, smoothing up to the underswell of her full breasts.

Bran’s thumb lazily traced the dusky pink areola. The tip puckered and he latched on to it with his mouth. He groaned. A man could lose his mind in the sensation of her flesh soft against his face and her nipple diamond hard against his tongue. Her quick bursts of breath stirring his hair.

Harper made another mewling whimper.

He sucked and teased, lightly scraping his teeth across the peak, testing how much pressure she could take, testing that line between pleasure and pain. While his mouth worshipped one breast, the center of his palm gently stroked the other, the contrast between his explicit attention and casual treatment letting her know that he planned to mix it up.

Her hips shifted restlessly and her hands were back on his head, urging him forward, urging him to take all of her breast in his mouth.

Bran lifted his mouth from her kiss-swollen nipple. “You don’t get to direct how I do this, Harper. Understand?”