The Cowboy's Saving Grace, an erotic western novella (Taming the Cowboy) (2 page)

She pulled back then, and dropped into his lap, boneless. He grunted and she lifted her mouth to his, licking her juices from his lips, his chin. She reached between them and tugged his shirt open, sliding her hands over his chest, pinching his nipples.

He’d already been fit to burst when he walked into the room, but feeling her come, smelling her, feeling her hands on his body, made waiting impossible.

“Get on your knees.”

She knew just what he wanted, just what he needed, and climbed off him to kneel on the couch, her hands on the arm rest, her ass to him. He placed an appreciative kiss to the curve, then knelt behind her, digging his condom from his pocket, freeing his aching erection, sheathing it, and plunging into her.

She cried out and arched her back, rubbing her ass against his groin, her pussy clutching him, holding him deep. The drag of her body along his cock as he withdrew made his eyes roll back in his head, and he tortured them both by pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Drag, slide, drag, slide—his entire focus was on the feel of being inside her. Finally he snapped himself out of the trance, and stroked his fingertips down her spine, over her ass, up her back again to tangle briefly in her hair.

She gave a sultry laugh and circled her head to twist the strands tighter. He took her lead and tugged lightly, and she pushed against him, grinding her hips into his.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Liam, harder.”

He gripped her hips, steadying her, and slammed into her, his hips slapping against her ass, feeling her grow slicker and slicker, her moans louder and louder until he started worrying someone would come through the door and bust them.

The orgasm built in his balls, but he wasn’t going over yet, not until she came with him. The way she was panting, she was close. He dipped his fingers between her legs.

“Damn, you’re wet. Close?”

“Mm.” She reached down to cover his hand with hers, guiding his fingers to just the spot, and...

Her cunt tightened around him, rippled as she bucked against him. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still before she unseated him, and he pounded into her, letting the orgasm rip from him, pouring into her. He draped his body over hers, bracing his hands on the couch next to hers as he struggled to catch his breath. Across the room, the CD player shut off abruptly as it reached the end. In the sudden silence, all he could hear was panting.

“Jesus, baby. Jesus.” His heart pounded so hard, he could feel the vibrations in her body.

She laughed and let herself fall forward, bringing him with her. Just as well. His legs couldn’t hold him anymore. He managed to lift his hips to pull out of her, and she turned so her back was to the back of the couch. Belatedly he realized he was still wearing his jeans and boots, had only pushed them down in his hurry to get inside her. He grimaced. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat her. He lay on his stomach, his hips resting on her thigh, and turned his face toward her.

She smoothed her hand over his cheek and nuzzled her lips underneath his chin, just like she used to, pressing a kiss to his skin. “Missed you, cowboy,” she murmured.

When she lifted her gaze to his, there was a warmth in them he hadn’t seen out in the bar, or even during the striptease. A warmth just for him. “Let’s get out of here.” He wanted her in a bed, where he could take his time, without worrying about anyone walking in.

She stroked the damp hair over his ear. “And go where?”

“I’ve got a fifth wheel at a campground near UNLV. Big bed, kitchen so I can make you breakfast.”

“I can’t spend the night.”

He shifted, turning to face her. Damn, he wanted to get off this couch. “So we’ll go back to your place.”

Her gaze flickered away. “I have a roommate.”

His heart gave a little kick at that. She’d lived alone last time he was in town. “So? She can sleep in two weeks when I’m back in Texas.” He eased back a little, needing to make sure. “Female roommate, right?”

“Yes, of course!” She propped herself on her elbow. “Do you think I’d sleep with you if I was involved with someone else?”

“Nah, I didn’t think that. Just for a second,” he amended when she frowned. “So. Your place?” He pushed to his knees, yanked his jeans into place and buckled his belt before bending to retrieve his shirt from the floor.

She climbed off the couch, wincing a little, and gathered her own clothes.

“Did I hurt you?” He smoothed his hand down her back. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She turned so that her hair fell away from her face and she offered him a serene smile. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.” She pulled on her shorts and panties together. “It’s just been awhile.”

“Yeah, for me, too,” he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. “Not buying that.” She plucked her T-shirt off the floor and put it on without her bra, and flicked off the CD player. “Let’s get out of here.”

***

Liam pulled his truck into the pitted parking lot of Grace’s apartment, following her little Nissan. He didn’t like the look of this place, the apartments were probably forty years old and run-down. She lived here with a roommate? She should be able to afford better, working as a bartender. He wondered if she’d told him the truth about why she’d stopped stripping. She’d been making good money the last time he was here, better than him. There was something she wasn’t telling him, but then he hadn’t given her much of a chance.

He pulled his truck into the slot next to hers and slid out with an anxious glance around. He wasn’t crazy about leaving the two-year-old vehicle here with the compacts and sedans from the year he was born. He chirped the alarm, and the sound echoed off the buildings.

Grace must have sensed his hesitation, because she circled her car and took his hand. “I’ve never had my car messed with.”

Because her car was a piece of shit.

“It’ll be fine. You have an alarm.” She tugged his hand toward the building with water stains around the foundation.

“You didn’t live here before.” She’d had a nicer place, closer to town, with underground parking and a view of the city.

She shook her head and led the way upstairs. His gaze followed the sway of her ass, which had looked so good in those shorts back at the club, but made him nervous out here in the quiet parking lot. She was probably used to coming home this late all the time, but he had to wonder if anyone was watching her, if anyone was paying attention to her schedule. Did she understand how vulnerable she was?

“Do you have mace or anything like that?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her brow furrowed. “I’m fine, Liam.”

He grunted.

She pulled her keys out of the tiny purse she carried—did she even have a cell phone in that thing?—and opened the door to the third-floor apartment. The place was pitch black, but she didn’t turn on any lights. “Don’t want to wake my roommate. Watch your step.” She curled her fingers through his again.

He couldn’t watch anything except her ass in those white shorts, which glowed in the dim light from the kitchen as she maneuvered through the living room. He stubbed his toe on the edge of something and swore softly.

“Shh,” she whispered.

She reached past him, closed the door and released his hand. He heard a distinct click, and a lamp went on.

They were in her bedroom, tiny and mostly filled by a big bed with a bright comforter, neatly made. Hell, everything about the room was neat. He’d forgotten that about her. He moved forward—not much forward to be had in this room—and curved his hand around the back of her head, tilting her face to his. He wanted to be slow this time, to savor her, spend time on those beautiful breasts, lick his way up those long legs, make her moan and beg. He used to be good at that.

Right now, he parted her lips with his, softly teasing them with his tongue. She leaned into him, clutching the shoulders of his shirt. Her lips were pliable under his, her tongue shy, at odds with her eagerness at the strip club. He stroked his hand down her spine, pressing on the small of her back so she’d lean just a little closer, her belly against his swelling cock.

She released the shoulders of his shirt to tug his shirt open, glided her hands over his chest. Damn, he loved the way she touched him, her fingers light and teasing sometimes, stroking and exploring others. Her fingers found their way back to his shoulders and she pushed the shirt off, letting it bind his arms for just a moment. Smiling against his mouth, she stripped it the rest of the way off. Her palms coasted across his shoulders, down his arms, tracing a scar on his bicep from an encounter with a fence when one of the broncs threw him a few years back. That tender touch, more than the sensation of her breasts against his chest, her belly pressed to him, the bed a few feet away, turned him on.

He caught her by the waist and backed her toward the bed. She gave a soft laugh when he stripped her shirt from her and captured both breasts in his hands. Her head fell back and she pressed them against his palms.

Just what he wanted
.

He dragged his mouth down the line of her throat, loving the damp, salty taste of her, watching her tender skin redden from his stubble. He’d soothe it, but right now he focused on her nipples, dark and eager. He closed his mouth over her breast, making her squeak at the suddenness of the move, then moan, sliding her hands through his hair, holding him to her.

With his tongue, he circled the bud, stroked the underside before drawing on it, gently at first, then when she pressed her hands to the back of his head, harder. She rubbed her hips against the hard-on still trapped in his jeans until he had to set her back, away from him.

“I haven’t dry-humped since I was in high school,” he said with a chuckle. “Not starting again now.”

He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop, toed off his boots and peeled his jeans and socks off.

“That’s more like it,” she teased, and reached into his boxer briefs to stroke his cock.

Her fingers were nimble and found the rhythm he liked right away, departing from it now and then to tease beneath the crown, to trace the vein that ran along the underside. It was his turn to moan when she bent to kiss the center of his chest, her mouth sliding over his skin, lips and tongue caressing the line to his navel, her fingers getting in on the action as she traced the line of hair from his navel to his groin before following the path with her mouth.

She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ass, urging him forward. His cock throbbed in anticipation of her hot mouth. Instead, she released her hold on his erection and dragged her fingertips up and down the front of his thighs before sliding to the inside and teasing. Goddamn, he was hard, close to shaking from the need to be in her, mouth or pussy, he didn’t care. She cupped his balls, weighed them, and guided his aching dick to her mouth.

She took just the head of him in, circling her tongue around it, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside. It was all he could do not to grab her head and thrust deep, though everything in him shook with need. Her mouth hot and slick, she took him deeper, and deeper, her tongue dancing along the underside in a crazy pattern that had him breathless. She pulled back, and took him deep again, then released him.

“Fuck my mouth, Liam. I know you want to.”

He was at the edge of control. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll pinch you if you get too rough.” She demonstrated by digging two fingers into the side of his thigh.

Even the pain from that didn’t dull his lust. She guided him back to her mouth and opened herself to him. He pumped, slowly at first, savoring the heat, the wetness, before he curved his hand on the back of her head and increased his pace, holding her steady for him. His thumb stroked her cheek as he fucked her mouth, watching himself go in and out, watching her pretty pink lips suck on him. His balls tightened and...

He pulled free, his breathing uneven. In one fluid move, he scooped up his jeans, retrieved a condom from his wallet and handed it to her.  His hands shook so much he couldn’t open it. With a smile, she tore the packet and reached to roll it on him, but he didn’t trust himself not to come when she touched him. He did the job himself and lowered her to the bed, rising over her. If he entered her now, it would be all over. So much for savoring her.

“You used to let me finish,” she said, toying with the short hair at the back of his neck.

“I used to recover faster.”

He cut off her laugh with his mouth, imitating the rhythm he’d just used, this time with his tongue. She glided her hands down his back and cupped his ass, lifting into him. He wouldn’t be goaded, though. He kissed his way down the slope of one before planting a teasing kiss on her nipple. Shifting his weight, he slipped a hand between them to stroke her cleft, opening her, sliding one finger into her heat. Damn, he wished they could go bareback. He’d give anything to feel that heat, that wetness, around his dick. He pressed another finger into her and she groaned, lifting her hips into his hand, pressing her needy little clit against the heel of his hand, fucking his fingers.

If he’d thought taking his time would slow down his racing libido, he was dead wrong. The sight of her bucking her hips into his hand was almost as sexy as watching her mouth on his cock. He withdrew his fingers and pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them and sliding deep. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders so he could feel she was shaking, too, and they began to move.

Yes, this was what he’d wanted, this completeness, feeling her entire body against his, beneath his, her hands on him, her hair spread out on the pretty comforter, shadows on her body from the bedside lamp. He rose up and cupped her ass in his hands, increasing his pace, sliding deeper with the new angle. She met him thrust for thrust, her eyes dark as she looked up at him, as she slid her fingers over his chest, mindless, the unpredictability only driving his desire.

She drew her legs up to open herself further, and he hammered into her, aware she’d slid her fingers between them and played them over her clit. He slowed, just so he could watch her, so uninhibited, so fucking sexy. And when the tightening of her cunt signaled her orgasm, he followed.