Reckless for Cowboy (7 page)

“Okay.”

He looks down at me and frowns. “I mean it Brooke.”

“I know. You’re at your point of no return.”

“So do you want to leave?”

“No.” I twine my hands around his neck and pull him down on top of me. “I want to stay.”

Chapter Five

C
ooper’s lids slide closed and he exhales slowly. Then he whispers my name and starts kissing me. Dear God, I’m in heaven. I’ve never made love outside. The closest I’ve come is the back seat of a car. Not the same. That was cramped, uncomfortable and unsatisfying. Lying on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm summer day with the thrum of the turbine—that matches the thrum of my pulse—with Cooper kissing me the way he does, is so much more than satisfying. So,
so
much more satisfying!

The danger of someone catching us, however remote, is an added thrill and, even though I’m no exhibitionist, I gladly help Cooper remove my clothes. I’m just as eager for my turn. I want to see him in the light of day. I want to touch that glorious chest and to follow that lovely line of hair from his navel down to the end point.

But as I reach for him, he catches my hands and pulls them up and over my head. “Not yet,” he whispers.

Not fair. All I’m wearing is panties and when he rolls on top of me, he’s still wearing his unbuttoned jeans. I don’t complain, though. I love the feel of the denim against my bare legs, the bite of his button against my thigh.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks. He’s got both my wrists cuffed in one hand as he strokes my face with the other.

I shake my head but he can’t see it because his eyes close as he dips to kiss my neck, just below my jaw. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a man as much as I want Cooper. And for once my inner cynic stays quiet, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his lips on my throat, my jaw, my cheek, my ear…in peace. When he kisses my lips, he releases my wrists and I bury my fingers in his thick hair, holding on for dear life. My legs follow suit, twining around his and Cooper pulls back a little, chuckling low in his throat.

“And this is why I’m still wearing my jeans.” He circles his pelvis against me and then rolls beside me and trails his fingers from my jaw, down my throat, continuing down between my breasts. “I’d have tumbled you already. Which…” He strokes the outside of my breast and across my nipple. “…would be a shame without taking the time to enjoy the view. Not very gentlemanlike.”

“Since when are you a gentleman?” He’s playing with my nipple and I arch my back in pleasure.

“Since I met you,” he whispers.

I mean to laugh but it sounds more like a groan. When he fixes his lips on the tip of my erect bud and sucks, grating his teeth against my sensitive flesh, I groan for real.

My eyes flutter open and I catch glimpses of the turning blades against the blue sky. There’s a plane streaking across the sky and…aahhh…I drive my chest higher as the suction increases.

Soon, Cooper’s on the move and my nipple tightens when the warm wind teases my exposed flesh.

“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging on his shoulders to bring him back up to my chest.

“Exploring.”

If by exploring he means tasting, then yes, he is exploring…with his tongue and his lips. My ribcage, the soft skin of my belly. My navel. My hips. The small rise covered by the cotton of my panties. I lift my hips thinking he’s going to slide them down, but he doesn’t. He explores lower, right where the lacy band meets my thigh. All this time, his hand is caressing my leg while gently pushing it back, opening me so that, except for my panties, I’m completely exposed.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, kissing and tasting while I writhe beneath him.

My lids flicker open again and this time I feel like I’m the one who’s spinning and the turbine blades are standing still.

With his index finger, he draws a line down the center of my pubic bone all the way around. “Christ, you’re wet,” he says and kisses me through my panties.

Oh God! I don’t know if I say it out loud or just in my head. I don’t care. He’s teasing me now, with the tip of his tongue, moving it back and forth against the tiny bulge beneath the damp material. The movement is light and fast and I try to surge toward him, but he’s holding my hips down not letting me move. Sweet torture. I cry out his name.

He groans and presses his hand against my warmth. “Fuck, Brooke I love hearing you say my name.”

He starts rubbing me harder and a couple of his fingers slide beneath the leg of my panties finding my wet heat.

“My God. You’re ready, aren’t you?” He grunts a little as he slides his fingers in and out faster and faster.

“Cooper,” I cry. “Cooper please.” I reach for him. His hand is relentless between my legs as he crawls up my length, finding my open mouth begging for a kiss. There’s no more finesse. His kiss is urgent and fierce and I work my hands between us desperate to tug off his jeans.

“You’re sure about this, right?” he asks raggedly.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

He kicks off his boots then yanks down his jeans but not before retrieving a small packet from one of his pockets. Kneeling between my parted legs, he opens it. “Can you do something for me?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Touch yourself while I do this.”

I slide my hand between my legs and knead deeply while I watch him roll a condom over his length. He’s gorgeous. I knew he would be. Seeing his hard body set against the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains, the wind turbines and the rolling grassland is so much more than a turn on. It’s an erotic dream come true.

“Take your panties off, Brooke.”

I quickly slide the material down my thighs and kick them off.

“Spread your legs.”

I let my legs fall apart, my hand still firmly wedged against my warmth.

“Show me.”

“Hmm?”

“Show me your pussy.”

If I wasn’t wet before—and I was—I’m drenched now. Very slowly, I slide my hand up my abdomen, leaving my legs parted, the air tickling the moist curls of my cleft.

“Fucking beautiful,” he sighs. There’s that word again. Why do I love it when I hear him say it?

He lowers himself on top of me, positioning himself right at my entrance. Squeezing his eyes shut, he grasps my hips tight and thrusts. Right from the first hint of penetration I recognize how right this is. He’s perfect. His size, his speed, the way he whispers naughty things in my ear. All of it.

His words are half-moans, half-whispers. How beautiful I am. How good I feel. How he’s never met anyone like me.

I always thought I liked sex hard and fast. But today, in the field with the airplanes overhead and the turbines sending vibrations through my over-sensitive body, I would say slow and smooth. I swear I could make love to Cooper for hours.  I never want it to end. I never want this day to end.

But like all things, it does and I can tell the end is near when Cooper stops whispering because he’s breathing too hard. His movement becomes faster, more desperate. I hold onto his shoulders—his wide powerful shoulders—because, even though I’m under him, I feel like I might get bucked off.

He repeats my name, like a mantra, over and over again. A few choice swearwords are peppered in between soft grunts and groans. Hearing my name said with such passion ignites the fuse to my orgasm. But just before detonation, Cooper pulls my hips taut against his and holds me there as he shudders splendidly inside of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force my own explosion but I can’t do it.

Cooper lowers his weight on top of me. He exhales deeply as he rolls us to our sides. After his breathing evens out he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” I ask, keeping my legs twined with his.

“You didn’t come.” He strokes my face and kisses me gently.

“That’s okay,” I say softly. I’m stunned. He is the first guy to ever notice.

I tentatively reach for the raised ridge of black thread that runs along his forearm. “How’s your cut?”

“It’s fine. It pulls a bit when I ride.”

When he rides. Sometimes I forget he’s a serious saddle bronc rider. I forget a lot of things when I’m with him.

I give him a nudge and wriggle out from his embrace. I find my panties and I slip them on while he removes the condom.

I go to put on my jeans but Cooper grabs my ankle and drags me toward him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growls.

“Getting dressed.”

“If you think I’m going to let you walk away unfinished, think again.” Wrapping an arm around my waist he hauls me up so that I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. He holds onto my hips and snugs himself up against me from behind. Holding me tight, he explores me with the other hand. Up and down my back, around my stomach to my chest. Backing up some, he glides his hand over my panties, rubbing my flesh, half-massaging, half-caressing.

The sensation is too much against my unspent arousal. I want to both pull away and push against him.

“You have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.” He slides his palm around my butt and between my legs.

“Coop,” I say, instantly out of breath. “You don’t need to do this.”

He ignores my comment and says, “Do you know what I think?”

“No,” I pant because, I can’t think at all. Not with his hand between my legs, doing what he’s doing.

“I think you need to learn to let go.”

“Let go?”

He rubs with more authority. “Let go.”

“Oh yeah?”

His hand reaches further around. Rubbing my still inflamed flesh. I squirm under his touch.

“You hold yourself in check.”

“I don’t.” I’m panting for real now.

“Afraid to let go. Afraid to give in.”

He pushes me flat onto my stomach and kneads my butt like it’s dough. His thumbs meet at the center of me and thrust against the damp fabric. “Brooke?”

I can barely speak. “Yes?”

“I want to hear you swear.”

I twist around and look at him, wide-eyed.

“I love that you don’t like to. But just between us. You need to let it out.”

“Coop…I can’t. I—”

He tugs my panties down so my butt is bare. He kisses the small of my back and slips his hand inside my panties, between my legs, fingering my warmth. “Tell me how this feels.”

I rise up onto my hands and knees again so I can increase the friction, gyrating my hips against the movement of his hand. “Good,” I say.

Two fingers penetrate and I squeak.

“How good, Brooke?”

“Very good.”

Three fingers.

“How good?”

“Very, very good.”

He gives my behind a little smack. Not hard, but it’s enough to make me jump and look at him in surprise.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say it feels fucking good.”

“It feels good.”

He smacks me again and I’m a quivering mess of wet heat.

“Say it,” he commands.

“Oh God, Coop. It feels good. So…good.”

Quick as anything he flips me onto my back. My panties are caught between my knees and he yanks them off. Then he spreads me and moves in between my parted legs. “I’m going to kiss you until you say it.”

“Cooper.”

He’s serious. He holds me fast and lowers himself between my legs. When his mouth makes contact, I buck uncontrollably. The fact that he has to restrain my hips, only spurs me on. Maybe him too. He raises his head, licks his lips and says, “Tell me what you want. Use dirty words, Brooke. Say it.”

“Oh God,” I moan twisting beneath his grasp.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Cooper.”

“Say it!”

I’m on my heels now, thrusting my pelvis skyward, while he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. “Oh God, Cooper. Oh God.”

He’s in my head now. I can hear him whispering,
Say it Brooke. Tell me to fuck you. Say it!

Something shifts and my eyes fly open. I’m sure the mammoth turbine is about to fall on me because the earth is quaking. I’m quaking. With no control left, I cry out, “Oh God, Cooper. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”

Chapter Six

S
hivers. I’m shivering all over. But I’m hot too. It doesn’t make sense. My belly is filled with melted wax burning me up from the inside while my skin is covered in goose bumps and I’m shivering.

Cooper crawls up beside me and holds me close, caressing my naked hip. With him tucked so nicely behind me, I can feel he’s aroused again too.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known that I hold myself back? That I’ve never orgasmed with a man?

Experiencing this phenomenon with Cooper has me stunned and my limbs have turned to Jell-O. There’s no way I can move. Cooper doesn’t seem to expect me to move anyway. He just keeps holding me and stroking me, like a big, warm protective blanket. We’re quiet but it’s a good quiet. A satisfied quiet. I close my eyes and before I know it I start to drift…until Cooper shakes me.

“Brooke get up. Quick. Get dressed.”

I sit up and rub my eyes.  “What’s going on?”

He points to an approaching vehicle. “We’ve got company.”

I squeal and jump to my feet, hastily pulling on my underwear and jeans and getting my legs all tangled up in the process. Cooper’s as calm as ever and is already dressed and chuckling softly as he watches me struggle.

I
just
get my shirt on when the truck with the power company logo on the door, pulls up. A man sticks his head out the window and I turn away, too embarrassed to face him.

“What are you two doing down here.” By the snide tone in his voice, he’s already got a pretty good idea what we were doing.

Cooper explains who he is and that we were just checking out the turbines.

“You probably shouldn’t be down here.”

Cooper agrees and, grabbing the blanket, he takes my hand and pulls me back up the trail. “Sorry about that,” he laughs as we climb the hill. “I had no idea they’d come out on the weekend to service the turbines. Guess I should have checked the schedule.”

“You think?”

He stops and pulls me into his arms. “Would you change it?”