Authors: Anna Jeffrey
“Believe it or not, I’ve had those thoughts at times. But there’s a big difference between you and me. You haven’t had to struggle for money.”
She turned her head and smiled at him. “But you’re such a great-looking cowboy.”
“A part of me will always be a cowboy. It’s how I grew up.”
“That night in the Worthington, when I first saw you, you know who you reminded me of?”
“Who?” he asked, heightened interest sounding in his tone.
“It took me a while to put my finger on it, but I finally did. Hugh Jackman. Like he was in that movie,
Australia.
”
He chuckled. “I remind you of Drover?”
“You saw the movie? You look like him. People must have told you.”
“I’ve heard it.”
“Your hair’s like his. You even have that crease between your brows like he does.”
He raised his hand and rubbed between his brows with his fingers.
“You must have frowned a lot when you were a little boy to get that.”
“I was a pretty serious kid.”
And he was a pretty serious man, she had already concluded even before he told her he was stodgy and conservative. “Why didn’t you want to be a rancher?”
“Don’t get me wrong. I love the ranch, but I was never sure I could give it my undivided attention. I always had outside interests. The business world always drew me. Back then, when I was more tuned in to football, Roger Staubach was my hero.”
“I don’t know who that is.”
“Pro football player. He was a quarterback at Navy. After his hitch in the service, he became the quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys. Then after his football career, he put together a successful real estate company in Dallas. I thought to myself, I could do that.”
“And you did, huh?”
“I haven’t caught up with Roger yet, but I’m, trying. But maybe as much as anything, I was tired of the brawling between my mom and dad. Being the oldest, I was always the peace maker. I wanted to get away from it. If I’d stayed there, there would’ve been no escaping it. For Pic to want to stay with the ranch was a huge weight off my shoulders.
From what she could remember of her own parents’ relationship, they, too, had fought a lot. But they had divorced, which had left her at the mercy of her mother. “Your folks fought a lot?”
“They still do, even though they don’t live together. But I don’t want to get into that. I don’t want to fuck up the good time we’re having by discussing something I can’t fix.”
“Their fights don’t bother your brother?”
“Not as much as they bother me. Pic’s like my dad. He accepts reality for what it is. Doesn’t’ try to rearrange it. He’s in the right place.”
“And you do?”
“Not so much anymore. But I used to. Now my business consumes so much of my time and energy, I don’t have the time or the inclination to get involved.
“How old is your brother?”
“The same age as you. Thirty-three. Two grades behind me in school. When he first graduated, he talked about joining the army. He thought that if Dad anointed me to run the ranch, there was no place for him. I was terrified. Even though I was in college in Dallas, Dad was still trying to convince me I wanted to be a rancher, still trying to persuade me to quit SMU and enroll in Tarleton.”
“If he’d enlisted, you’d have stayed in Drinkwell?”
“I can’t imagine that much family loyalty,” she said.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, abruptly changing the subject. “I’ve been sitting here picturing what’s under that thin thing you’ve got on.”
She gave him a grin and stood up. “Well you don’t have to picture any more, cowboy.”
She slipped the cover-up off her shoulders and dropped it onto the lounge chair, leaving herself naked. Then she stepped off the deck into the moonlight that bathed the yard in silver. Turning in a circle in front of him, she lifted her arms above her head and swayed her hips like a hula dancer as she moved around the yard. “Do I look like you imagined?” she asked.
“Better,” he said hoarsely.
Recognizing desire in his voice, she turned to face him. He had been wearing cargo shorts and a loose island shirt, but now he, too, was naked. Even in the moonglow, she could see his erection standing against his belly and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Lust, as raw and primitive as she had ever felt it, sent little prickles of heat through her veins.
He stepped off the deck and came to where she stood. “My imagination’s never as good as the real thing,” he said softly. He scooped her into his arms and carried her up the steps and into the condo.
They met in a tangled embrace in the center of the king size bed, their bodies cast in an eerie glow by a crescent of moonlight. They rubbed against each other sensually, kissing lusciously, stroking and caressing until their breathing became shallow and the air around them was awash in passion. Driven by mind-numbing desire, she urged him to his back and sat up.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Shhh,” she whispered, leaning over him and blowing softly on his nipple. “Just be still.” She trailed little suckling kisses over his hairy chest. “I’m an island goddess come to earth to give you pleasure.” She licked the brown button around his nipple, then gently nipped the nub with her teeth, all the while, stroking his rigid penis with her fingers.
She felt more than heard a catch from inside his chest. His hands combed into her hair. “God, Shannon—”
“Shhh,” she said softly. “Don’t talk. You’re my captive. I’m in charge.”
She turned. As she trailed her mouth down to his navel, she stroked inside his muscular thigh with her fingernails. A quiver ran along his thigh. She moved her mouth down to his solid belly, licking and kissing. She closed her hand around his hard penis. “You feel like velvet,” she murmured. “And steel.”
Finally, when she had him groaning and shuddering, she covered the head of him with her mouth. His hips jerked, he gave a deep grunt and clutched her shoulder. “Aw, goddamn…”
His grip was like iron, but she took her time, licking him, stroking his slit with the tip of her tongue, gently sucking the soft bulb of him. He whimpered and whined—but gruffly—and his hips lifted to her again and again, begging her for more. When she thought he’d had enough teasing, she slid her mouth all the way to the root of him and began to suck in earnest.
On a rumble from deep in his throat, he caught the back of her knee and urged it across his shoulders until she was kneeling astride him, her sex above his face. She felt herself open, felt his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, felt his agile fingers exploring…stroking…penetrating. A hum of pleasure traveled from deep in her throat.
Then she felt his whisker stubble rasp her delicate layers and his tongue licked into her. Her deep muscles clenched. A shiver shot through her and she entered another realm, became a stranger to herself, uninhibited and on fire with need. His mouth suckled, his tongue licked in and out. Her own breath echoed in her ears. A gravelly moan rose up in her own throat, muffled by his penis in her mouth. With no prompt, she began to suck to the cadence of his tongue and his pumping hips.
He grunted and puffed. She sucked him harder and faster, nipped and licked. With each upward stroke, his penis drove into her throat and his tongue penetrated her again and again in a steady rhythm. Desperation grew like an expanding balloon in her belly, ready to burst.
When she thought she would surely go insane if he didn’t allow her release, he drew the tiny core of her sex all the way into his mouth and she rocketed from the earth in mindless ecstasy. Then, sucking him harder and faster. Tandem spasms of pleasure assaulted her. Starbursts exploded behind her eyes. She wanted to beg, wanted him to stop, wanted him to never stop. Tears rushed in and an unidentifiable sound crawled all the way up from her belly.
His body stiffened and he grunted. His erection contracted with amazing strength and his salty semen shot into her throat. She swallowed but didn’t leave him until he was empty and weak and gasping for breath.
She was almost helpless with weakness herself, but she lifted herself off him. Shaking and
sniffling, she clumsily turned and found his mouth with hers. They kissed savagely with bumping teeth and punishing tongues and mouths that tasted of each other’s flesh. His massive arms enveloped her in a tight embrace and they kissed and kissed. And she sniffled.
This wasn’t the first time sex with him had brought her to tears. The same thing had happened in his condo the very first time she had been with him. She didn’t know where so much emotion came from. No man had ever driven her to tears. He stroked her hair, her face, while she cried into his warm shoulder. “On, my God,” he whispered. “You’re so…You’re so…Oh, my God…”
She sniffled.
“You’re not hurt, are you?”
“N—No.”
“Shh-shh…don’t cry, darling…It’ll be okay….My God, you’re just…Let’s rest a minute. It’ll be okay.”
She could tell from his voice and the way his sweat-slicked body trembled, he was in no better shape than she was. But she didn’t have to rest. She was already okay. She had absolutely nothing on her mind but the fact that she was secure in her dream man’s arms and he just given her a sexual experience like none she had ever had.
They slept the night in an embrace, then made love again in the morning while they were still half asleep. They both were gentle and tender, with emotion more important than heat. They stood melded together in the shower, kissing and caressing in a long embrace. Her heart beat against his and she sensed the joining of their souls. Only after their skin had turned wrinkled and they were pressed for time to get checked out and in the air did they separate. They made no conversation about the fact that they would be parting today, but a quietness had grown between them and their actions spoke louder than any words they could have said.
On the flight of several hours, he held her hand, but he was pensive and quiet. So was she. She had so much to think about. Something Christa had said once badgered her.
Sex with emotion is different from sex for fun.
She must be in love with him. That she could be made no sense. She had known him only six weeks, though she felt as if they had been one forever. And he surely didn’t love her.
Still, whatever was going on between them was no longer about
just sex
. But if not that, then what
was
it about?
She knew only one thing for sure. A rollercoaster had taken control of her life. Should she try to stop it now or wait and risk it throwing her off its highest point?
Chapter 32
Betty Lockhart returned to her home on Monday. After nine days, she was glad to escape Barron’s company. He was a lovely man, but he was an
old
man, who acted even older than he was. No amount of Viagra could turn him into a seething stud. He was nothing like Bill Junior who
was
a seething stud who could still ride a horse, flank a calf, climb a windmill, or do whatever he wanted to physically. She well knew she was getting older herself, but she certainly didn’t want to be reminded of it.