In the Cowboy's Bed (Pleasure Ridge Ranch) (3 page)

Erin’s words got Justin hard in the blink of an eye. Something had changed between the time she’d left the room and when she’d returned. There was a new resolve in her eyes, and some of the tension that women often brought from the world outside the confines of this ranch was gone, too. There was still a layer of nervousness, but he was determined to make that disappear as well.

"Is that so?" he finally said. "What do you propose I do about it?"

She licked her lips, and he doubted she even realized it.

"You could unbutton your shirt. I think it’s terribly unfair that you’ve seen me naked, and I’ve seen no more of your skin that I would any guy I pass on the street."

He reached up to the top button and unfastened it. Her lips parted a little, and he gave her his most wicked smile as he let his fingers trail slowly down to the second button and flicked it open. He repeated the motions all the way down until his denim shirt was open wide, exposing his chest.

The look in her eyes changed to one of hunger. Suddenly, he wanted her pink lips on him. The urgency of his desire surprised him, but he tried to hide it. He rarely had problems getting aroused. He’d be out of a job if he couldn’t. But this was different. There was an extra layer of arousal, of the need to get this woman naked and beneath him, to lose himself between her legs. His balls started to throb at that image in his mind, and it was all he could do not to snatch her up into his arms, carry her to bed and get to it.

"What now?" he asked, his voice lower and deeper.

He detected the slightest hesitation in her step as she started toward him, but then she moved with more purpose though not quickly. When she reached him, she leaned over him, placing her hands on his thighs. She lowered her head toward his chest and flicked his right nipple with her tongue.

Justin near bucked out of the chair. Women had tasted him before, but he’d never experienced such a jolt of white-hot desire shooting through him. He reminded himself that he’d taken charge earlier, that he needed to let her set the pace this time. Because they had all night, all week. And if he was reading her correctly, this wasn’t going to stop with some fingers or tongues. This was all in.

She used her wet, warm tongue to circle the entire nipple then worked her way out in slow circles. Then she paid the same kind of attention to his other one. The licking turned to kisses and a little sucking, mimicking what he’d done to her earlier in the day. When that mouth of hers started working its way down the middle of his chest, his stomach, he watched her, getting harder by the moment. When she reached the top of his jeans, her eyes lifted to his.

"The bed in the other room looks sturdy. I think we should test it out." She stood and backed away from him so he could stand. Then she hooked her hand around his belt and started walking backward toward the bedroom.

When they reached the other room, she turned on the light beside the bed. A lot of women kept the lights off in the bedroom, but not her.

"I want to see you naked," she said. "Then we’ll be starting off on an even playing field."

He thought back to everything he’d done to her that afternoon and smiled. "Not quite."

It took a moment for her to comprehend, but when she did a flicker of desire sparked in her eyes.

"There seems to be some jeans in the way," she said as she began unfastening his belt.

Once it was unfastened, she slid her soft hands below his waistband and guided his jeans and underwear down over his hips. When her thumbs skimmed the sides of his penis, he jerked against her touch and nearly came right then and there. That seemed to spur her movements as she pulled the jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles.

He took over and removed his boots and the rest of his clothing. When he stood before her in not a stitch, she took a step back and scanned him from head to toe.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

Her gaze returned to his. "Very much."

She returned her mouth to his chest and began an agonizingly slow trailing of her tongue down the front of him. His dick throbbed like it had its own heartbeat. By the time she went down on her knees in front of him and flicked her tongue over the end of his rigid penis, he was halfway to insane. He was in the middle of taking a deep breath to control himself when she opened her mouth and took him into that moist warmth. She clamped her hands onto his hips and began to move back and forth.

Man, he needed something to hang on to. He flailed for a moment before his hands made contact with the dresser. He braced himself against it as Erin increased her pace. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backward. His breath came fast and ragged as Erin fucked him with her mouth, as he got closer and closer to release.

Somehow he managed to pull enough of his thoughts together to speak. "If you want this to happen inside you, you better get naked now."

Erin sucked on him one more time before standing and shucking her clothing with amazing speed. In a flash, he had her laid across the bed. When he reached down to prepare the way, she was already wet and ready.

"In me, now," she demanded.

He complied, burying himself to the hilt.

* * * *

Erin gasped as Justin’s length filled her, pulsing against her core. She felt herself contract around him, and instinct propelled her upward to meet him. He splayed his hands out to the sides of her, holding his weight off her as he began to pump. Feeling as if she might fly off in a zillion pieces, she grabbed onto his hips again, digging her fingers into that taut flesh.

Justin groaned, and that sound sent raging desire sluicing through her. She braced her heels against the thick mattress and met his thrusts. The throbbing and friction where their bodies connected built with each thrust, and before long her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps. Her muscles around Justin began to contract, building toward orgasm. She moved faster, urging him on, reaching for that ultimate release.

Just as she started to orgasm, Justin’s body went rigid above her as he spilled his release into her. She continued to move against him, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. Justin helped her out by adding his own movements even though he was spent. With one final thrust against him, she spasmed and all her extremities turned to noodles. Justin collapsed atop her, then rolled to the side, bringing her with him. He was still inside her, and there was something so erotic about that that she wanted to have sex all over again.

But she couldn’t. They were both exhausted from their efforts. She half expected him to release her and head for the bathroom, but he pulled her close against his chest instead, tucking her head below his and wrapping his arms around her. Her heart did an odd little flip, and she had to remind herself that this was not the first night on the way to a forever kind of thing. This was sex, pure and simple. Very, very good sex.

* * * *

Erin woke sometime in the night curled against Justin’s sleeping form. She didn’t remember them moving to lie in the bed in the proper direction, but that’s where they were. And Justin had pulled the covers over them and turned out the light. The moon shone in the window, illuminating his magnificent chest. It was smooth and hairless, just how she liked them. Even in sleep, she could see the cut of his abdominal muscles. She guessed if he got a workout like they’d had earlier on a regular basis, that was a pretty good workout plan.

The memory of how he’d felt inside of her got her good and aroused all over again. And since she wasn’t playing by the rules of normal, everyday life, she wasn’t willing to wait to have him again. He could sleep later. Now, he needed to service her and service her well.

She slid her hand beneath the comforter to find he was still naked down below too. She ran her hand across his penis, using her palm to wake it from its slumber. It lengthened and hardened, sending an awesome surge of power through her. She moved to straddle him and guided him inside her just as Justin came awake and met her eyes.

He moaned and lifted against her. That moan was all she needed to make her horny as hell. She rocked against him, taking his now full length into her. She went wet and hot around him, and she didn’t waste any time increasing the pace.

"Glad to see you realized what you wanted," Justin said, a very satisfied smile on his face.

Erin rocked against him faster, determined to have her own satisfied smile very soon.

At the pace she set, it didn’t take either of them long to find completion. Erin crumpled atop Justin. "I might never move again."

He chuckled, his breath lifting a few strands of her hair. Then he kissed her forehead. That’s when she realized that despite all the pleasure they’d given each other in the past several hours, they hadn’t kissed once. Was that not part of the package? She thought about how Julia Roberts didn’t allow kissing on the mouth with her clients in
Pretty Woman
. Was it the same way with Justin?

"What?" he asked. How could he be more attuned to her shifts in mood after only a few hours acquaintance than any of her exes had ever been?

She lifted her head and looked at him. "Are you not allowed to kiss your clients?"

Lines formed on his forehead. And then he must have realized what she had only moments before. "Guess we did things a little backwards, huh?" And then he shifted so that she was beneath him and lowered his lips to hers.

Erin expected a lot of tongue, but he started off kissing her softly. And damn if he wasn’t a good kisser, too. Already she was classifying Justin in the category of legendary lovers. And this was day one! By the end of the week, she wasn’t going to be able to walk or even form a coherent sentence.

By the time his tongue got in on the action, she was more than ready for it. She ran her hands through his hair, pressing him closer. When he shifted, she felt the length of his penis harden against her thigh.

"Feels like I’m not the only one ready for another round," she said between kisses.

"What can I say? You bring out the animal in me."

Despite his words, however, this time he made love to her slowly, taking time to kiss her cheeks, her ears, down the sides of her neck. By the time his lips locked onto one of her breasts, they began to ride the wave of another release. Even that came slowly, Justin’s gentle in-and-out movements a sweet agony. When he pushed into her one more time, he held onto her hips, pressing her firmly against him as the length of him pulsed against her wet inner walls. He seemed to take as much pleasure in her release as his own, and that was dead sexy.

As she drifted toward sleep curled against his warmth a couple of minutes later, she wondered why she couldn’t find someone like him in real life.

* * * *

The morning was half gone when Justin’s brain crawled its way out of the stupor of sleep. For several moments, the only parts of him he could compel to move were his eyelids. And that hadn’t exactly been easy. As he lay there staring at the ceiling, the phrase "rode hard and put up wet" ran through his mind.

He’d had nights that were wilder, but none had ever left him so absolutely spent. Finally, he was able to force his head to turn to the side so he could see the top of Erin’s. Her blond hair was tousled, and her naked shoulder peeked out from under the covers. The way she curled next to his side, so trusting, as if he would protect her, was what finally gave him the impetus he needed to get out of bed. He might be able to give her a pleasurable week, but he wasn’t the protector type. Not anymore.

He made his way on wobbly legs to the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him. Hoping he didn’t wake her, he turned on the shower and stepped inside. He needed time not only to wash the evidence of last night away, but also time to get his thoughts in order. He was at the ranch and needed to have his ranch mindset firmly in place. That was the only way he got through his days and nights. He came here to forget, and he had to admit that Erin had been very, very good at helping him do exactly that since they’d met.

When his dick started to get hard, he leaned his forehead against the side of the shower. What was it about this woman in particular that got him as randy as a teenager?

He jerked up his head when the door to the shower opened. Erin stepped inside with him. Either she’d been playing at her shyness when they met, or he had superhuman powers of seduction. She stepped close and closed her hand around his engorged penis.

"Need help with that?" she asked.

"What did you have in mind?" He moved against her hand, the flow of water making it an easy slide. His legs strained to keep him upright.

She moved back against the tiled wall opposite the showerhead then lifted her hands and gripped the handles on the wall. "I was curious about how these work."

A shot of "gotta have her now" had him pressing her against the wall. "Hang on tight and I’ll show you."

Her hands tightened on the fuck-me grips, and he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his back. He held onto her ass and slid easily inside her wet channel.

"Fuck," he said.

"Yes, please," she said, her voice teasing.

He thrust inside her, and this time he didn’t want to take it easy as they had in the wee hours. He captured her mouth and devoured it as he thrust again. "Tell me what you want," he said against her lips.

"You’re doing it."

He moved his mouth to her ear and bit the lobe. "I want to hear you say it, beg for it."

For a moment, he thought maybe he’d finally pushed her too far, but then she tightened her legs around him and impaled herself onto him. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard."

So that’s exactly what he did. The hot water of the shower beat against his back and ran down his ass to his legs as he drove into her like there were only minutes left until the world ended. She held on to those handles until her knuckles turned white. And it was a good thing the cabins were miles apart because Erin didn’t hold back her moans of pleasure or her continued pleas to fuck her. He got the feeling it wasn’t something she’d ever told someone and was somehow liberating.