Beware of the Cowboy (3 page)

“I don’t know about big shot. We still have a lot of work to
do. It’s not as if it will ever be Dean Petroleum or anything. I would say
you’re
the big shot around here.”

“Hell, Dad’s the brains, not me. He made the company from
nothing, which is just like what you’re doing. I study him every chance I get.
I went to college but, even after all that, I learn more from hanging with the
old man than I ever learned from my MBA.”

“MBA?” She practically choked. This guy was amazing. Not
only was he oh-so easy on the eyes, but she never imagined the hunk in the
chaps would have brains too.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’m more than just a pretty face
you know.” They laughed as he pulled up to another big barn that was framed on
either side by sagging mesquite trees. “The baby barn.”

He got out and moved around to her door, stripping off his
jacket as he walked. She was trying to get her shoes back on when he pulled it
open. “Don’t mess with those.” He tossed his dinner jacket over the seat then
scooped her out and carried her to the door.

“What does it mean when you get carried across the threshold
of a barn?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll just have to show you.”
Setting her down on the soft loam of the walkway, he switched on the overhead
lights before taking her hand and leading her down a row of stalls. No woman
could resist the newborns. Hell, he couldn’t resist the cute little faces and tiny
hooves of the foals. He slid open the door to the fourth stall, eased the mare
to the back and clipped her halter to the tie-down on the back wall. “This one
was born three days ago. Her name’s Tilly.”

Liza fell to her knees by the tiny foal. “She’s so beautiful!”
She held out her hand. “Hey, Tilly.” The mare nickered at them from the back of
the stall.

The foal had already been handled plenty by the ranch hands
and didn’t shy away. Liza leaned in and nuzzled the foal, paying no heed to her
designer clothes as she moved on her knees across the stall floor. He was glad
his crew had done a good job mucking the stalls tonight. She was as graceful on
the floor of a horse stall as she was in evening wear at a society dinner.
Everything she said and did made him want her more.

Not just that hot body—he wanted the woman inside.

Leaving Liza baby-talking with the foal, Blake moved over to
the storage area, pulled out a soft horse blanket and threw it over a pile of
loose hay. He lit a battery-powered lantern and set it next to the blanket,
calling out, “I’ll be right back.”

Liza heard Blake move back toward the door and suddenly the
barn was plunged into near darkness, leaving only a soft glow from nearby. Then
he was back, holding out his hand. “Come with me.”

Liza looked up from the foal, taking her time to follow the
line of his slacks over his strong thighs and lingering on the nice thick tent
in the loose fabric. She tarried even more, looking over his strong chest that
the tailored dress shirt did such a wonderful job of highlighting. Then her
gaze finally rested on the hungry look in his eyes, bedroom eyes that shimmered
with desire in the dim lamplight. He wriggled his fingers, smiling wickedly.
“Come on.”

He helped her to stand but didn’t pull her closer. Reaching
one hand up, he traced one side of the V-line of the vest she was wearing. When
he reached the bottom of the V, he slid one finger between the vest and her
skin and deftly unbuttoned the top button, all the while looking into her eyes.
His face gave away his desire, his need. She held her breath, afraid to look
away, afraid she might miss one tiny expression. The next button popped open.

As his fingers slid across bare skin under the vest, Blake
had to slow down and steady himself when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He’d watched those breasts all night and had never guessed she was braless. Not
wanting to wait much longer to see them, he undid the next button and then one
more. She wasn’t pulling back, wasn’t saying a word. She simply watched his
face, her hands at her sides.

Lifting his other hand, he pushed the vest open and off her
shoulders in one slow, steady movement. Liza sucked in a breath as the warm
night air caressed her already tight nipples. His face revealed his pleasure at
the sight of her, and she was mesmerized by the openness of his expressions. He
didn’t try to hide anything from her, no mask, no fake macho bravado. He let
her see his appreciation, his vulnerability. It was more of a turn-on than
standing half naked in a barn with a sexy cowboy. Almost. He started to reach
for her, to touch the treasure he had just revealed, but she stopped him.

“My turn.”

He tilted his head slightly in question. Then she raised one
hand and undid his top button. Blake’s lips curled up to start a smile, but the
heat from her touch on his chest stopped that smile in it tracks. He closed his
eyes and fought to keep his hands at his sides as she had done. She moved
swiftly down his shirt and before long had all his buttons loose, but Liza
didn’t stop there. Tugging gently, she pulled the tails from his slacks and
pushed his shirt over his shoulders. She had to lean into him and stand on her
tiptoes to get the shirt all the way over. The movement caused her taut nipples
to brush against him. He opened his eyes and leaned down, pressing his lips to
hers, taking her mouth forcefully, keeping his hands where they were, only
touching where she leaned into him.

Liza pulled back slightly. “Let me show you,” she whispered
against his chest and pressed a gentle kiss to a tight nipple.

“Show me what, beautiful?”

“That I want you.
Blake
. Not your money, not your
name. Let me show you.”

Blake swallowed a huge lump in his throat. Unable to speak,
he lowered his head and kissed her hair. She had hit him right at his core.
Usually he had his choice of women, but early into a night he could tell what
they wanted and he was either left feeling like a trophy or a means to an end,
and that end was his father’s money. Liza didn’t make him feel either.

Her little hands gripped his arms just below the elbows. She
skimmed kisses across his chest and took one of his nipples between her hot
lips, suckling gently, nipping with her teeth. He shivered from the feel of it.
His cock was straining hard against the soft fabric of his dress slacks. If
he’d been wearing jeans he didn’t think he’d have been able to stand it.

Slowly, she slid herself down, holding onto his forearms for
support, licking his stomach, twirling her tongue through the dusting of hair
on his midsection. He watched her every move, thinking he’d never seen anything
as sexy as Liza DeLane with her hair falling loose and free over her bare
shoulders, loving him. It was the best sex he’d ever had and his pants were
still on.

She sank to her knees and released his arms. “Unbutton your
pants.” Her voice was husky with desire and he did as he was told. Blake
couldn’t have taken control of the situation if he’d wanted to. He was utterly
hers at this moment. He stepped out of his pants once they slid all the way
down to his ankles. His cock bobbed in front of her face, tapping lightly once
on her cheek. Liza took hold of his wrists and looked up at him through her
lashes.

He still didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Liza could read
his face so plainly. He needed, and she was going to show him she understood
exactly
what
he needed. His body was a thing of sheer wonder, roped
muscles covered with Texas sun-kissed skin that felt as good as it looked. She
looked up at him again. “Can I make love to you, Blake?”

The words were so tender they almost hurt his ears. She
wanted to love his body, not use it. She wanted to be there with him, no
ulterior motives and no hidden agendas. He wasn’t sure that had ever happened
to him before. “Please.” It was a groan but it was the best he could do. He’d
been wrong. She was no shy girl. His businesswoman was a wildcat once he got
her out of that suit.

She leaned in, not letting go of his wrists but gripping
harder, and took his dick between her lips softly, letting it glide into her
mouth excruciatingly slowly. Blake groaned and let his head fall back. “God,
Liza.” She eased him farther inside her mouth, not adding any pressure as she
went. He felt his knees tremble. Holding tighter to his wrists, supporting him
as well as herself, she pulled back, sucking hard and twirling her tongue along
the underside of his shaft. She continued that rhythm of torture, slow and
light on the way in, sucking hard and pulling on the way back. He’d never felt
anything so good in his life. Heart pounding in his chest, his balls tightened
and his vision blurred.

Blinking, trying to focus, Blake struggled to watch as she
loved his cock with her lips. He was getting close. “Liza, baby. I’m… Oh God!”
He tried to move her away by pushing back against the grip she had on his wrists,
but she held tight, never wavering in her blissful torture, slow and easy in,
hard and forceful out. He arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into her
mouth until he felt her throat convulse around the head. That little flutter
was all it took to push him over the edge.

Liza felt him swelling as he pushed deep into her throat. He
was about there. If she only had him for tonight, she wanted to taste him, to
savor this experience. She held tight, pulled him closer and pressed herself
against his legs in an attempt to let him know how much she wanted him. When
she felt his entire body tighten, she relaxed and loosened her hold.

The orgasm that blew through Blake was like none he’d ever
experienced. Rockets exploded behind his eyes. Nothing had ever felt so good,
still
felt so good. Liza was still licking him and caressing his thighs as they
trembled in the aftermath. He was speechless watching the bliss on her face.
Her eyes were hooded, she gripped his wrists tightly and she suckled him again
and again, making him shudder, trying to milk him of every drop. She had
enjoyed it as much as he had.

Liza tugged on his wrists and pulled Blake to his knees.
Cupping her jaw in his hands, he pulled her mouth to his and tasted himself on
her lips. Liza leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his naked chest,
running her hands up the backs of his thighs, over his ass and up his back.
Every muscle she skimmed tightened in response to her touch. His mouth opened
more, kissing her deeper, taking her with his tongue, marking her as his. When
her hands reached his hair, he pulled back. “We need to get out of the stall,”
he whispered.

“Excuse me?” Liza was trembling from the intensity of the
kiss and his words didn’t register.

“The stall, honey.” He stood, pulling her with him and
leading her to the blanket, stopping her just before the lantern where the
golden light bathed her skin. He traced down her sides with rough fingertips,
brushing the contours of her breasts. At her waist, he ran his fingers just
under the fabric of her slacks, popped the button and spread the zipper until
they slid off her hips. “Lie down and let me see that luscious body of yours.”

He stood stock-still as Liza went to the ground, gracefully
kicking her pants off her feet. She lay back in the softness of the
cotton-covered hay and raised her hands above her head, lifting her breasts and
slightly parting her knees to let him get a good look. It was so sexy, to see
her laid out for his pleasure. Blake took his time crossing the two steps it
took to be standing over her, straddling her hips. He looked down his torso,
beyond his cock, which was twitching back to life again, and reveled in the
fact that she was writhing a little.

He sank to his knees, reached for her wrists and grasped
them over her head. Leaning in, he brushed her lips with his, once, twice, and
then ran his tongue across her jaw. Liza groaned and pushed her hips up, trying
to grind her mound against him. He growled and tightened his grip, letting her
know he would control the pace from now on. “Hold the blanket,” he ordered.

She glanced over her head then back at him. He read the
concern on her face easy enough. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered against her
neck before nipping her earlobe. “You can let go anytime you want.” She looked
back at her hands once more and then in his eyes, before she took hold of the
tattered edge of the fabric, getting a handful of hay as well. The hint of fear
there gave Blake pause.

“You can stop this anytime you want, Liza.”

Liza nodded at him but said nothing. Instead, she gripped
the blanket tighter and turned her head, giving him access to her throat and
letting her actions speak for her. Blake heard himself growl as he went back to
work on her ear, nipping at the lobe, teasing with his tongue. He inched his
way down her neck, letting go of her hands, fingers trailing the soft flesh of
her inner arms as he maneuvered lower. Liza wiggled as he took her right breast
in his mouth, pushing it to him, begging, whimpering. He had no intention of
hurrying. She had given him a very fine orgasm, and he intended to return the
favor in spades. “Easy, baby.” He breathed over her wet nipple before moving to
the other, giving it the same attention. “Open for me.”

Her head was tilted back, eyes closed. “What?”

“Open your legs.”

She complied, moving slowly, watching his face intently as
he readjusted to a kneeling position between her thighs. Blake had to hold
back. He wanted to push forward and drive his cock into her wet pussy, hard.
That would come, but first he wanted to taste her, taste the evidence of her
arousal that was shining in the lamplight. “So beautiful.” His hands were at
her breasts, stroking lightly as he lowered his head and nuzzled her curls with
his chin. Liza held on to the blanket even tighter as he lowered his lips to
her pussy. Blake thought he heard the cotton give way and rip under the
pressure of her grip.

His tongue did a quick, light pass over her swollen lips,
her scent, the soft feel of her sending him damn near over the edge. He dove
in, teasing her with pressure on her heated clit, drawing it in with his lips
and squeezing. Liza dug her heels into his thighs and pushed her hips to his
face. He released one breast and, without warning, used that hand to push two
fingers inside her. She lifted off the floor, the blanket ripped farther and
she shouted his name as he felt her convulse around his fingers. Moving his
fingers in and out, he urged her orgasm on, tormenting her clit with a pointed
tongue until she started to ease back.