Loving You: A Cowboy Romance (Texas Hill Country Romance Book 1) (12 page)

Lisa watched as Cord and Annie, who had a satchel in her hand, left, and got into his Camaro.

Jake yelled to Lisa across the pool, “Lisa, you coming? We’re changing and heading to Roxy’s.”

“Is Cord and Annie going?” Lisa asked, sounding a little drunk.

Between the couple of beers she had with her friends and the two or three, she lost count, she had with Tommy and Ron, she was feeling buzzed, to say the least.

“No.”

“Where’d they go, Jake?”

“Oh, geez, don’t make me say it,” Jake half turned to his friends and muttered, so that only they could hear him.

“Where, Jake?” she asked again.

Jake turned back to her. “To Cord’s house.” His heart ached a little for her. He knew she loved Cord for a long time. He also knew Cord never felt anything for her.

“So, you coming?” Jake asked her again, almost pleading.

No, I don’t think so, I’m going to hang here with my new friends. See you tomorrow, guys.”

And as the friends piled out of the pool area, Lisa’s new friend on the right had his hand on her tit and the new friend on the left had his hand down her bathing suit bottom.

Cord led the way up the stairs to his bedroom with Annie’s bag in one hand and her hand in his other. They walked in through one of the double doors.

Annie was amazed at how big and beautiful the room was. It was done up in a slate blue wall color with white trim. The king size wrought iron bed with a nightstand on each side was facing a stone fireplace like the one in the living room. It had a sixty inch flat screen TV attached to the wall not unlike the one downstairs.

Over the bed was a huge painting of different colored wild horses in a galloping motion with a big black in the middle and slightly in front of the rest, leading.

On the wall and to the left of the fireplace was a door leading to the bathroom. The back wall had huge French doors leading to a balcony. She didn’t know what view it held as it was completely dark outside. There was a big chair with an equally big ottoman in front and a table next to it, a few feet in front of the balcony.

To the right of the French doors was a rustic looking bureau with a mirror over it. On the same wall as the double entry door was a huge matching armoire. The comforter on the bed was blue and gray with some black lines in it. The dark, polished wood floor had a plush, gray throw rug starting from the middle of the bottom of the bed and coming out the sides and foot. The curtains, though pulled back, were of the same design as the comforter. The room felt so calm and peaceful.

Cord watched her look around. She walked into the bathroom and was equally awed with that room too. It was the same color scheme with a black granite floor and a long double sink vanity. There was a huge walk in shower all done up in that same granite, too, with a built in seat and two built in shelves to hold soaps and shampoo. It had a floor to ceiling glass seamless door. There were two other doors. One led to the commode, the other, she peeked in to see, a massive walk in closet. She didn’t want to pry so she didn’t walk in it.

“I’m, so, taking a shower in there,” she said as she walked back out to the bedroom with a smile on her face.

“I’m going to have to help you wash your back, though,” he drawled with that sexy smile of his.

She walked over to him and put her hands flat against his chest as he encircled her in his arms. She leaned up on her tip toes so that her mouth was by his ear.

“I’ll even do you in there,” she whispered, and instantly she felt his hard-on.

He tore her mouth away from his ear and brought his lips down to hers.

He reluctantly broke the kiss. “That’s for you,” he said as he pointed to a brown box on the bed.

She looked to the box then to him.

“For me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Cord?”

“Just open it.”

She walked over to the bed and opened the box. Inside was a cream colored ladies Stetson. Annie looked up to Cord.

“Oh Cord, It’s beautiful. I love it,” she said as she placed it on her head, grinning.

She walked over to the mirror hanging above the bureau.

He walked over to where she was and watched her looking in the mirror.

She met his eyes through the mirror and smiled, in awe of the way the two of them looked together. She wondered if he thought that, too.

“It fits like a glove, how did you know?”

Calista and Annie did go shopping the next day to buy one, but Annie didn’t see anything she liked, and she was going to order one online, but hadn’t done it yet.

“Calista helped me out. She said her hats fit you.”

Annie turned away from the mirror and threw her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to hers.

“Thank you,” she whispered by his mouth, before kissing him. He took over that kiss and became demanding, prying her mouth open in search of her tongue. While still kissing her, he took her hat off and tossed it on the big chair. His hands began to roam all over her body in a hurried, frantic motion. He placed them on the hem of her shirt and lifted up. They broke the kiss and she helped him by raising her arms and he lifted the shirt up and over, and flung it, too, to the chair.

He sucked in a breath when he eyed her black and pink lace bra. “I bet I know what panties you’re wearing,” he said, remembering her holding them up at the mall a few days before.

She laughed a sexy laugh as she undid the zipper on her shorts and let them fall. She stepped out of the shorts and watched him as his eyes roamed her body and focused on, not panties as he thought, but a matching thong.

He gave her that smile that got her so excited and when his eyes met hers, he saw that her gold eyes were that dark lustful color he’d come to know.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her and he crushed his lips to hers as he palmed her breasts through the lace bra, then he moved his hands down to her ass and massaged her bare cheeks.

She felt his hard cock through his jeans and rubbed against him.

His breaths became rapid as he tore himself away from her only to drop his jeans and remove his black T-shirt. Then he came back to her and placed his lips on her neck, which she arched for him for better access.

He unhooked her bra with deft precision and watched as it fell away.

He palmed her breasts, kneading them then the thumb and index finger of both hands found their way to her nipples and he tugged tautly.

She let out a gasp as she felt that familiar tingle going straight down to between her legs.

She moved a hand to his cock and encircled it, then gently moved her hand up and down it.

“So soft,” she said.

He gasped at the sensation coursing through him, but lifted his mouth that was working its way down to her breast to say, grinning, “I’ll take smooth maybe, but soft, not by a long shot.”

She giggled. “Okay, smooth it is, and definitely not soft.”

She moved her palm over the tip and felt a silky drop escape its opening. She spread that moisture around the head of his cock and watched his eyes as he moaned.

He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while still tweaking her other nipple with his fingers and with his free hand he moved aside her thong and stroked her clit. She jumped at the exquisite sensation it caused, then moved her hips to meet his hand.

He dipped a finger in her opening and felt her soft wetness. He took that wetness back up to her clit and circled and stroked and pulled. She was writhing in his hands again and he loved every moment of watching her start to fall apart. He continued to assault her nipples and her pussy until she trembled.

His cock was aching and he needed to be inside of her, but he rode the wave with her until she came down from her orgasm.

As she was catching her breath, he moved to his bedside table and pulled out a condom. He tore it open so fast it almost went flying from his hands. He quickly recovered it and slipped it on in one fluid motion.

“Bed, now,” he ordered.

She didn’t hesitate and got on the bed.

He dropped down on top of her, but then he held on to her as he flipped them until she was on top of him.

She didn’t expect that, but loved the power she felt with being on top of him.

“Raise up, baby,” he said.

“Wait,” She flew off the bed, scrambled to the chair, and put on her new cowboy hat. She got back on top of him with a wicked grin, and he cracked up laughing as he began to feed his cock inside her.

“Come down on me, ooohhh, yeah,” he said as she took him all the way in her. “Ride me, baby.” And she did, slowly at first.

He moved her hips up and down with her. Then she seemed to get into a groove and he let go of her hips and laid back to watch her lose herself, and lose herself she did. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she moved.

She yelled “Yeehaw!” and threw her head back. Her hair brushing his thighs, tantalized him.

He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

She tipped her head back up and watched him through hooded eyes as he brought his hand up to his mouth, wet his index and middle finger, and brought them down to her clit and began to rub her. She watched him watch their joining and she stopped for a moment as she comprehended the look of awe in his eyes.

He looked up to her when she paused to see the wonder in her eyes and he smiled.

She moved again, frantically, and he resumed the assault on her clit while watching her. She closed her eyes as he felt her ready to come.

“Open them,” he whispered to her and she knew he was talking about her eyes so she opened them to stare into his when she came.

He saw her eyes turn glassy and though she was looking at him, it felt like she was looking through him. He, however, caught a glimpse inside her soul and loved what he saw. So much goodness and sweetness in her. Stunning, he thought to himself.

“Aw, geez, I can feel you squeezing my cock,” he said, panting. “So fucking tight.” He added and in one swift movement, he tossed off her hat and flipped them again.

She found herself beneath him and he was pounding into her, relentlessly. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips to take more of him.

He came in a series of deep grunts, and she felt his whole body shudder.

He stilled a moment, to catch his breath, then pulled out of her and flipped over to her side so as not to put his weight on her, and continued to recover.

“Man,” he said still breathing hard, his eyes staring at the ceiling. “That felt so fucking good. You good?” He turned to the side to see her face.

“Fucking A,” she said giggling. “You?”

“Fucking A,” he answered. “What the hell does that mean anyway?” He laughed.

“I’m not sure but I think it’s good.”

He reached to give her a kiss on her cheek, then rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

She got off the bed, found his T-shirt and put it on. She stopped to breathe in the smell of leather, soap and his unique spicy scent. She was putting on her thong when he came back in the room.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“To raid your fridge. I’m hungry. Coming?”

“Yeah,” he said chuckling. He went to the bureau and pulled out another T-shirt. “You want the fresh one?” he asked as he offered her the clean shirt.

“Nope, I want to keep this one,” she said and she walked out of the room.

He donned the shirt and grabbed a pair of sweat shorts, and caught up with her on the stairs.

“So, what do we have?” she asked more to herself as she stared at the contents in his refrigerator. “Oh, blueberries. Do you have ice cream?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“How about a blueberry sauce over ice cream?”

“Sounds good.”

“Good, get the sugar and stand back.”

Fifteen minutes later, they walked into the living room with their ice cream bowls. She took the chaise lounge attached to the couch and he sat next to her. She leaned her back against the arm of the couch and he placed her legs over his.

He turned on the TV with the remote and found a Seinfeld episode on.

“Mmm, this is good,” he said to her as he took a spoon full of the blueberries and ice cream. “I love the warm sauce over the ice cream.”

“Yeah, me, too,” she said.

They laughed during the show and when a commercial came on, he commented again. “The fruit is really good in this.”

“Speaking of fruit, what were you and Rory talking about earlier?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, cautiously.

“Something about me and Calista eat a lot of fruit.”

“You two, do.”

“Yeah?”

“All right. The other night at the mall, while you and Calista were in Victoria Secrets, he might have suggested for me to go down on you.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, but he continued, “Something he didn’t need to tell me, but nevertheless, Annie, at the risk of sounding crude-”

“Now you’re worried about sounding crude? Do you not hear how you talk while we make, um, while we’re doing it?” She almost said make love which sounded so easy to say. Huh, something she’d need to analyze at another time.

“You complaining?”

“Oh, no, it’s hot, it turns me on. So, continue. Sound crude-” she giggled.

“At the risk of sounding crude, Annie, your pussy tastes so fucking sweet. Rory knew it would and-”

Annie’s eyes went wide again.

“-I could only think that Calista eats a lot of fruit, too,” he continued.             

“I know… It’s not by accident, Cord. You are what you eat.” She giggled.

“Oh.” He smiled.

“So, now Rory knows you went down on me, huh!” She pretended to sound pissed.

“You mad?” he asked.

Annie paused a moment to consider the question. “No, but answer me something?”

“What?”

“Men, do they talk more than women?”

“Oh, yeah.” He didn’t hesitate. “Especially about sex,” he added and they both laughed.