Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

He swung his attention back to Billie. He calmed a bit at how she seemed to seamlessly fit in. She exuded gentle warmth that he found so appealing to his battered heart. Would she run from him when he wasn’t what she thought he would be? Jackson had a feeling that he was much harder and much more dominant than her husband had been. He wondered if she would follow his lead when they were in bed. Would she allow him to control her there? He had some intense appetites when it came to sex. Would she be able to handle it? With a shake of his head, he tried to redirect his thoughts. They certainly weren’t convincing his dick to do anything other than memorize the number of buttons on the fly of his jeans.

Dinner was an exercise in torture as his mother had placed Billie next to him at the table. He “accidentally” brushed the side of her breast while holding the platter of roast beef for her. Trying to adjust for some space for his very aware penis, his leg brushed hers. It didn’t help distract him from trying to imagine where it was on her body he wanted to shove his cock into first. In the background he heard snippets of conversation about this year’s calving season, joy at having a full-time doctor in town, and an off-color joke unsurprisingly from Donny. Unfortunately, all that he could focus on was her. Surprise registered as the smoldering heat from his eyes was uninhibitedly reflected back as he gazed into hers. He had to clench his hands on his knees under the table.

He made it through dessert where everyone had devoured Billie’s apple pie before he was able to get some. He noticed that she suddenly leaned over to him, having noticed his look of dismay at the empty pie plate.

“I saved a piece of my pie just for you. It’s in my fridge, try not to frown so,” Billie said quietly.

Awareness of the unintentional images flared. One thought led to another and he decided that he couldn’t wait another second. As everyone rose to help with clearing the table, he firmly took her hand. He leaned toward his mom and told her that he was going to show Billie the horses as she was interested in getting some for herself.

Billie was very aware of the smiling and hopeful looks being passed from mother to father as she gracefully rose and followed Jackson outside.

Once outside, she felt as he shifted his hand from hers to her waist. Apparently, since she was in her sexy four-inch heels, he didn’t want her to fall as they maneuvered their way through the darkness to the barn. The closer contact of their bodies forced liquid heat to pool in her pelvis.

His hand was firmly at her waist and she was tucked under his arm against his hulking height. Jackson effortlessly slid open the outer door and quickly pulled it shut so as to not allow too much cold air in the barn.

Once inside she found herself momentarily alone in a sea of blackness. She smelled the strong scent of horses and hay with a nervous smile.

“Jackson? Where are you? I know it is going to ruin your image of me being a tough city girl and all, but I am actually afraid of the dark.”

She let out a squeal as strong muscular arms gently wrapped around her from behind. She certainly hadn’t been freezing yet but was definitely getting cold. Now all she could do was sigh with the double pleasure that his arms afforded her. They were providing both warmth and stoking the fires of her simmering arousal. In this position she could feel his entire body dwarf her with his great height as he was plastered against her back. She leaned her head back to rest against his chest, trusting him enough to again close her eyes. She felt like he was burning into her and she didn’t mind the flames one bit. His hands shifted and began a gentle inspection of her waist and hips. His hot fingers applied massaging pressure as she suspected he was inspecting her body. She moaned her approval while allowing her hands to slightly reach back of their own accord and rest on his rock-hard thighs. She felt her feminine parts flood with moisture as his hands lightly but confidently started to run down the front of hers as well. As his gentle exploration continued, she heard the change in his breathing. Hot rushes of air caressed her throat. He was leaning down, allowing his fingers to massage the lean muscle of her thighs while he ran his lips over the shell of her ear. She allowed herself to mimic his movements by running her hands over the raw power of his legs. It was all muscle and hardness beneath her questing fingertips, so much so she felt faint. She didn’t have any experience with men built like Jackson was. Matthew has been her study partner, not this specimen of raw masculinity.

At the feel of his lips touching the pulse behind her left ear, she began to quiver. More moisture pooled at her core as she was sure her legs would give way. Her mouth was slightly parted as she began to pant while Jackson eased his hands upward over the silky shirt. He paused his hand’s exploration for a moment to lave the base of her neck and bite.

“Jackson, what you do to me,” she said wondrously as she continued to try to control her gasps of pleasure as he found her sensitive spots.

“Does it feel good to you, baby? Do you want me to continue? You don’t have to answer, just nod your head yes.”

Billie felt her head bob with permission as though it had a mind of its own. Her hands continued to rub his muscled thighs, gripping at the jean material every time he nipped and touched. Just then his hands began their quest anew. They slid up and down the sides of her waist reverently as if they had never touched silk over curves before. Suddenly her position was shifted slightly to the side as his left hand grasped her chin. His thumb caressed briefly over her full bottom lip before his own took possession of hers. This kiss was different than the one before. His tongue immediately thrust into her warmth as his hips started to mimic the rolling movements of their hips. She could feel his hard cock pressing and sliding against the space between her cheeks, fueling the fire in her body. She was actually momentarily distracted by the thought that she might have a moistened spot on her skirt from the cream running from her. As he feasted on her mouth, she could feel his hand firmly start to stroke the underside of her breast. Arousal as she had never encountered roared through her body.

For his part, Jackson felt like he was being gifted for his good deeds in this life. She felt like an angel. A sex angel sent here to tempt him into never leaving the world of sin if it meant she was in it. His cock was painfully erect in its position, rubbing the back of her succulently firm ass.

He continued to plunder her lips, twining his tongue with hers, over and over again. However, it was the feel of her body under his searching hands that put his blood to near boiling. Roughly now, he cupped her breast while moving his mouth to nip at her neck. She is perfection, he thought while stroking the lush globe in the palm of his hand, plucking at her nipple. He tried to be gentle but finally having her at his mercy to tease and explore left him unable to do more than knead her mercilessly while groaning his arousal. He had backed them up against the door to the nearest stall just as his hand delved under the opening in her blouse. He felt the lace of her bra as he momentarily gentled his touch to lightly stroke her nipples with his fingertips. She was perfection. He could hear her ragged breaths and scent her arousal in the air. He had to have her. Now. His hand plunged beneath the scrap of material covering her breast and felt the shock of burning pleasure from his groin to his legs. He was sure his boxer briefs were wet with his pre-cum, and he threaded his fingers in her hair while pulling her head back to expose the other side of her neck.

Billie felt his teeth against the base of the other side of her neck but couldn’t protest as the air rushed from her lungs.
Please, dear lord, let him fuck me now.
She felt his hand that was roughly squeezing her breast as it alternated not only from side to side but from softness to rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She felt him move his other hand to the edge of her skirt. She felt him suddenly freeze, just as the hem of her skirt was slid upward so she could feel the cool air hit her wet slit. Voices outside indicated the approach of more than one man.

Billie knew that he felt her stiffen in fear and had quickly tucked her into his arms while lifting her. As though she weighed not a feather, he silently walked down past the last stall of horses and into the tack room. He fumbled for the doorknob that led to the outside and privacy the darkness afforded. She knew that he could see the tears form in her eyes as the moonlight emphasized her embarrassment at being caught.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered while gently kissing her forehead. “I have got you and won’t let anything hurt you. Just trust me, Billie.” Jackson was becoming less and less surprised at how true those words seemed to ring in his head.

As for Billie, she just cuddled into the safe warm embrace that Jackson had provided. Her arms tightened around his neck as they both fought to tamp down the raging desire flowing between them. Their ragged breathing could be seen in the mist from the cold night air as evidence of their aroused states.

“I know he wanted to show her Midnight. Jackson thought she was a gentle enough mare for her to try out next weekend,” she heard Brody say. “Maybe they went for a walk instead.”

The response they heard almost had her laughing when Troy chimed in with, “Idiot, she had on four-inch heels. Just how far do you think she could go in them?” That comment was followed by peals of laughter as it became obvious to Jackson that Brody thought with the way she looked in those shoes, any one of them would gladly help her see how far she could go. With that last brilliant commentary, they heard the barn door close and the sound of footsteps retreating.

With a sigh, he gave a quick prayer of thanks for not only the cold but the interruption of his brother and cousin. He couldn’t believe he was a hairsbreadth away from fucking the life out of her against one of the stalls just after Sunday dinner. He had it bad and needed to get it under some semblance of control. A quick glance down at the precious being in his arms was no help. She had pinkish marks on both sides of her neck where he had either nibbled or outright bitten her in their passion. Her hair was slightly mused, lips swollen, and he couldn’t stop staring at the blue lace covering up her gorgeous, abundant breasts that were still displayed before him. Taking a deep breath, he gently lowered her to the ground and helped her adjust her clothing as her hands had taken on a new shaking that wasn’t there before he began mauling her. Without a word, he took her hand again and carefully led her back to side porch, where they could sit and regroup without fear of further interruptions. She said little and he said even less but both were acutely aware of the shift in their relationship. After he noticed her shivering from the cold, even while being enveloped in his arms, he declared it time to go in. Both took a deep breath and reentered the house. Quiet conversation and the sound of cheering for the game on TV were all the heard. Lillian and Florence looked up from their tea to smile at the returning couple.

“How was your introduction to the horses, Billie?” Lillian politely asked.

Horses? She realized that she didn’t even see them with all the other activity going on.

“They were wonderful, Lillian. By the way, thank you so very much for inviting me to your family dinner. It was delicious and I cannot tell you how much I appreciated being included,” Billie said while silently praying she didn’t look like she was going to be the one to give this woman her first grandchild based on the way her clothing was wrinkled.

With a knowing but very kind smile, Lillian responded, “It was our pleasure. You are a delight and now that we are friends, we will expect you here with us every Sunday, no exceptions. Okay?”

A chortled addition came from Jackson’s Aunt Florence. “Your apple pie alone was reason enough to have you back, but I think in time we will see other lamps becoming illuminated.”

Jackson’s expression revealed that he didn’t think his aunt’s wisdom was very funny. Billie simply continued her good-byes. She gave a stern look at Troy and Brody’s knowing smirks and walked out with Jackson. He opened her car door and leaned across her to buckle her in. She felt her body light up again at the brief contact and his sensual grin.

“You drive home safely, now, and have a great first day on the job tomorrow, you hear?” Jackson murmured. With that, he gently took her hand and gazed into her eyes. He brought it up to his lips and lightly kissed her knuckles. The door closed and she found herself on autopilot driving home. She had to get her head together as tomorrow was the new start of her medical career. The whole night seemed surreal, and were it not for the state of her moist thighs, drenched thong, and swollen lips, she might think it the most real of erotic dreams.

Nah, no one would have noticed any of those things? Would they?

Billie used her keys to open the back door of the office. It was eight in the morning and she would have given anything to continue sleeping in her opulent bed with Madison and Zeus. Being the responsible woman she was, however, she got up at six and soaked in her tub. Unfortunately, the scented water didn’t provide the anxiety relief that she was seeking. Her thoughts kept drifting back to chilly dark barns and tall, sensual Neanderthals. As she walked into her office, she heard a unique version of “Friends in Low Places” by Garth Brooks. Ah, she thought, Julia must also be in. Odd sounds met her ears. She must have lost some hearing from listening to Julia because she swore she heard the clink of glassware and the fizzle of champagne.

A glance around her private office yielded no clues, but a glass at the front reception area did. Julia stood with two glass filled with the bubbly and a smile. Billie moved to take a glass.