The Cattleman (Sons of Texas Book 2) (37 page)

At the oversized sofa, he eased down, with her astraddle his lap. Even through his jeans, he felt as hard as he had said he was.

His hands slid under her skirt, up her thighs and his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. “Lift up, baby.
Help me get these off.”

She got to her knees and he slid her panties down past her hips
and together, they clumsily rid her of the silky wisps, with one of her huaraches tangling in the elastic. Then his hand went between her thighs and his thumb parted her folds. She wasn’t as wet as usual and of course he could tell.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t know.”

“
Damn, darlin’. This isn’t good. We’ve gotta get you primed for fucking.”

He
unbuckled and unzipped, then lifted his bottom and shoved his jeans and shorts past his hips. His erection stood, long and thick and curved toward his navel. Looking down at the heavily-veined shaft, the head of it wide and plush, she drew a shuddery breath and began to grow wet at last. She gently stroked the hot, velvety skin with her fingertips. “You’re so soft,” she murmured.

“
Baby, that’s not what a man wants to hear at a time like this.”

She managed a giggle. “I meant your skin.”

Her knee was trapped between the sofa cushions, but bracing one hand on his shoulder, she lifted herself and maneuvered until the tip of him was positioned between the lips of her sex. On a groan, his strong hands tightly gripped her thighs. “Aw, God, I need you, Mandy,” he said gruffly.

Need?
Not one of his usual sex words.

“Slide down, baby,” he said.

Their faces were only inches apart. His breath touched her mouth, his scent surrounded her, held her captive. Looking into his blue yes, now so dark they were violet, she eased down an inch, taking only the head of him and squeezing her eyes shut at the stretch of her flesh around his thickness.

“You feel tight, baby. Can you take all of it?”

“Oh, Pic, you feel so good. Are you begging me?’

“Hell, yes, I’m begging…”

She slowly slid down another inch, loving the heat, the feeling of fullness, loving seeing lust for her in his eyes.

“Jesus,” he groaned, arching his neck and closing his eyes.

She levered up, lifting herself off him, savoring the delicious wet drag against her sensitized flesh. She glided down again, taking him all the way until she was sitting on his lap and he was deeply buried inside her.

“
Shit.…Mandy….Aw, God…So good.” She loved how he talked as if nothing in the world meant more to him than what was happening right now.

He pulled back
and looked up at her, a half-smile tipping up the corners of his mouth. “My cock’s never been so happy. It wants to feel you come.”

“Maybe I can’t. What if someone comes in?”

“Is that what’s bothering you, baby? Nobody’s coming in here. Don’t worry about it.”

He
rid her of her T-shirt and bra at the same time, then caught her by the nape and they tongue-kissed. As his mouth moved down, his hand slid under her skirt and splayed over her belly, his thumb finding her clitoris and circling. His other hand lifted her breast to his mouth. He sucked hard, pressing the firm nub against the roof of his mouth. Sensation shot through her and more moisture released.

“Oo
oh,” she whined.

“Did that help?” he asked
and licked her nipple.

“Uh-huh.”

He moved to her other breast, sucked it hard as the pad of his thumb circled her clitoris. An unexpected orgasm hurtled through her and she cried out. Her hips tried to buck, but she couldn’t move. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as her vaginal muscles convulsed around him.

“Fuck, yeah, baby….That’s what I’m talking about…”

When it was over, she was shaking. A hundred emotions battered her.

“
See? I knew you could come. I just had to find the sweet spot.

“Oh, Pic,” she whimpered and broke into tears
.

“
What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, unable to speak.

“Aww, darlin’, don’t cry.” His fingers rubbed up and down her back. “That felt so good. You’re so good.”

Emotion threatened to explode her chest. She wanted so badly to talk to him about so many things, but she didn’t know where to begin. “Just hold me close.”

He wrapped her in a tight embrace, his face buried in her neck. “You smell so good,” he whispered.

I love you, Pic. Please tell me you love me, too. Our future’s at stake.
“When we’re like this,” she murmured, “it feels like you’re all the way up to my heart.”

“I know. It feels that way to me, too.”

Her knee was still trapped between the thick soft sofa cushions. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You don’t have to. Let me.” He began to move inside her, his back arching, his hips rising and falling—slow, deep lunges, reaching so high up inside her
, causing a stitch of pain, but she would never complain about something she could describe only as exquisite.

H
is grip tightened on her hips and he began to move her up and down faster, in sync with his thrusts. Then they were moving hard and fast and his face was buried against her breasts. She hung on as voluptuous pressure began to build low in her belly again.

“I gotta come, Mandy
,” he ground out.

He pushed hard and high and she felt the warmth of his semen filling her, felt the jerk of his
penis inside her. After he finished, he hung on to her, not letting her move. She wrapped her arms around his head, covered it with kisses. Finally, she drew back and looked into his dear face and kissed him as sweetly as she knew how.

“What is it, baby? What’s bothering you?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’m okay.” Sniffling, she braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself off him. His essence trailed down her thighs. “I’m leaking,” she said. “Do you have a handkerchief handy?”

“
We could take a shower. I still owe you.” He bobbed his brows.

“No, you don’t.”
She got to her feet, one leg at a time.

He sat up and pried off his boots, peeled off his socks and stuffed them inside the tops. Then he stood, shucked his jeans and shorts, revealing all of his chiseled body. He was still half-hard, his thick, extended penis glistening from her moisture. Would this be the last time she would see him like this? She wanted to break down and cry again.

He offered her his hand. “C’mon. Take that skirt off.”

She
slipped the skirt off, leaving herself naked and let him lead her to the bathroom at the end of the office. His office shower was bigger than the tiny stall in her house. They stepped under the spray. He poured body wash in his palm and washed her front, then moved to her back.

“Do you suppose anyone will wonder why we have the same scent?”
she asked.

“Let ’em wonder
.” He gently walked her backward until she was pressed against the shower wall. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said. “We don’t have time.”

“You’re wet now. It’ll be easier. We’ll just pick up where we left off Sunday. Put you leg around my butt.”

She obeyed, he slid his hand between them and just like that, he was inside her. “Aww, yeah
.” He grinned.

He kissed her hungrily and she kissed him back. He pulled his mouth away.
“You don’t have to move,” he said breathily, beginning to pump in and out of her. “Just be still and let me fuck you. I’ll make it feel good.”

She had no doubt of that. He
moved with a slow and steady rhythm, the root of him pressing her clitoris with every stroke. She panted. His breath came in huffs. But he still managed to softly coo naughty words in her ear. One hand went beneath her bottom and he lifted her, enabling him to push deeper, exert greater pressure. Tension began to build. That indescribable tingle struck the core of her sex and she began to clench around him.

“
Mandy….That’s it, baby….Squeeze my cock….Just like that…”

A
nother orgasm shattered her. He came again, too, and they stood there helpless as the shower spray beat down on both of them.

Finally, he released her. He stepped back, pushing his wet hair back from his face and grinning. “I damn near drowned.”

“And you don’t even like water.” She slid her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. After a few beats, she found a smile and looked up at him. “That was nice.”

He grinned. “I thought so.”

They left the shower and he briskly dried her with a thick towel, kissing various body parts as he changed the location of the towel. Amanda’s lack of sleep was catching up with her. “What time is it?”

He picked up his watch
from the vanity and glanced at it. “Still pretty early.”

“Do you think I’d have time to grab a quick nap? I didn’t get any sleep last night.”

“Why not? What’s bothering you, Mandy?”

Amanda’s eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep them open. “Just things.” A huge yawn overtook her. “I’m so sorry, but I am so sleepy.”

“Let’s cuddle up on the couch. I didn’t get much sleep either. I didn’t leave Drake’s house ’til nearly eleven.”

What did
he have to discuss with Drake until that hour of the night?
Secrets.
Pic had always shared his deepest secrets with his big brother. “You usually go to bed with the chickens,” she said.

“I know. And I get up with ’em, too.”

Without dressing, they settled on the sofa beneath the two afghans that stayed on the sofa arm, with him spooned behind her. The air conditioning unit came on, blowing a chilly breeze across them. “Hmm. The air’s so cool,” she mumbled. “It feels so good lying here with you like this.

“Let’s doze a minute.” He arranged the afghans. She snuggled in closer against him
and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

As she drifted off, in case this was the last time, she said, “In case you don’t know, Pic,
I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

His arm tightened around her midd
le. “I know that, Mandy.”

She waited for him to say it back, but if he did, she missed it. She couldn’t stay awake.

Chapter 23

“What in the hell are you doing?” The female voice blared like a foghorn.

Amanda’s eyes popped open. Kate, Pic’s little sister, stood in the doorway. If she’d had a megaphone, she couldn’t have been louder. Blinking herself awake and grabbing for the afghan, Amanda popped up to a sitting position.

“Kate!” Pic growled. “What in the hell are you doing in here? The damn door was locked.”

His groin pressed against
Amanda’s backside, Pic tugged on the afghan. He, too, was naked.

Kate strolled into the room, her hands open. “Hey.
You think I don’t have a key? You ordered me to come home, Bro. So here I am.”

She
walked over to the coffee pot, poured herself a mug and proceeded to add cream and sugar. She wore a tight, hot pink muscle shirt that said CRUEL GIRL across her breasts. A row of rhinestones marched down the outside seam of her tight jeans, all the way to her pink ostrich quill boots. She had always been a clotheshorse and a glamour-girl. Even in school, her closets had bulged with expensive garments and boots. It went without saying that every girl in school envied her.

“And I must say,” she said, helping herself to C
offee-mate and sugar, “Even though I saw Mandy’s car outside, I did not expect to walk into the office and find you two diddling on the couch. I thought you might be playing chess or something.”

Her face heated, Amanda gathered the afghan tighter around her.

Kate dropped her spoon on the counter, crossed the room to the sofa and took a seat beside Amanda, her long blond ringlets falling over her tanned shoulder. Like all of the Lockharts, with sky blue eyes and perfect classic features, she was beautiful.

Kate gave her an elbow. “Tell me something, Li’l Mermaid. Is my big brother any good in the sack?”

Amanda’s face went from hot to flaming.

“Stop being an ass, Kate,” Pic grumbled. “You need to get outta here.”

She turned and looked down at him, her expression indignant. “Can’t I have a cup of coffee? My God. I drove half the night. God forbid that I should be late for the picnic.” She turned her attention back to Amanda. “If it wasn’t for him”—she pointed behind herself with a be-ringed, French-manicured thumb—“I could be in Colorado right now where it’s cool. You didn’t answer my question. Is he any good?” She gave Amanda a wink. "I’ve heard things, you know. When we were all in school, there was plenty of gossip.”

Kate was deliberately aggravating her big brother. It happened often when the two of them were together. Pic wouldn’t admit it to most people, but he loved it. True, there were no secrets in Drinkwell High School. Amanda, too, had heard things
about Pic and his brother.