Cowboy Crush(16)

Cal gave a choking laugh. Because he hadn’t expected her to do something so spontaneous.

He sprang toward her, catching her arms, knocking her back onto the bed, making her squeal. “Speaking of eating pie.”

She started wriggling when he reached out and grabbed the pie tin. “Don’t you dare put that on me.”

He slathered a fair dollop across her breasts. Something about the oily whipped cream and those firm, rounded mounds worked. He smoothed the cream over them, lazily swiping his fingers through, lifting them to suck the sweetness off. Maggie had stopped laughing and lay there watching him. He could see she was definitely turned on.

“What a mess,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.

“You should clean up after yourself,” she said.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, bending and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She made a strangled noise and squirmed against the sheets. He didn’t stop. Instead he turned his attention to the other breast, laving the whipped cream off, making little mmm sounds. She tasted delicious without the whipped cream so he didn’t stop, though the white fluff was nowhere to be found.

“Please,” Maggie moaned, tugging his head.

“I’m not finished,” he said, reaching over to the pie and dropping another scoop onto her belly.

“Oh,” she said, as he went to work licking the cream off her flat belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel, making his way down to her pubic bone. Cleaning up his mess in a most wicked way, leaving her sticky and, judging by the way her hips kept bucking, very horny.

“There,” he said, dusting his hands. “All clean.”

Maggie cracked an eye at him. “You’re done?”

“Unless there’s something else that needs attending to.”

She grabbed a pillow and hit him with it.

“What?” he yelped, tackling her and rolling her onto his body. She was definitely sticky...and wet. He felt the slickness of her slide against his thigh.

“You big tease,” she said, kissing him, biting his lower lip.

“Says the pot to the kettle,” he said, grabbing her ass and moving her so her mound ground against his cock. Felt like heaven and must have been good for her, too, because she closed her eyes and sighed. Cal lifted his torso from the bed, taking her with him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sliding off him. He tossed a few pillows toward the headboard before picking her up and setting her against their fluffy down.

Giving her a quick kiss, he tugged her hips forward a little. “I’m cleaning up my mess.”

“What?”

He took her hands and set them on her knees. And then he pushed her knees up so that she was open to him. “You’re a little messy down there. Hold your legs back.”

Her face grew red and she started to drop her legs. “This is sorta...uh...”

“No,” he said, stopping her, pushing her knees back again. “You’re so beautiful, so freaking hot. I want to taste you. I want you for dessert.”

Pushing her knees farther apart, he dragged his gaze from the most appealing of sights to her smoky topaz eyes. “Hold your knees, darlin’.”

Then he bent and parted her folds, moaning in satisfaction at how wet she was. Her flesh was pink and perfect, the bud of her clitoris shielded by a tiny hood. Carefully he pulled back her plump lips and dragged his tongue through her heat. She tasted much like that lemon pie, slightly tart, mostly sweet. And she smelled of their earlier sex—an aphrodisiac. He feared he’d come right there on the sheets.

He took his time playing with her. Going slow, sliding his fingers inside her tightness, flicking her clit with his tongue. He’d work her, and then he’d let up, content to kiss her soft thighs. The wiggle of her ass and her sighs and groans told him all he needed to know. She was close, but he wanted it to last. So he gave and he took.

“Please, please,” she begged, thrusting herself toward his mouth.

“Ah, I love you like this, Mags. Out of control,” he said, sliding two of his fingers inside her, hooking them so he found the spot that would help take her over the edge. Then he fastened his mouth on her clit and sucked gently.

She came hard and fast, shaking as her fingers slipped and her legs closed around his head. She screamed as another orgasm tore through her.

Cal never let up. He held her hips, enjoying the warm gush, the slurping sounds he made as he took her again and again to climax.

“You have to stop,” she said, pulling at his ears. “I can’t... It’s enough.”

Cal lifted himself, grabbed the condoms he’d set on the table by the pie, and ripped open a package. “It’s never enough.”

Maggie looked spent. He pulled her ass toward him and her legs stayed splayed. He looked down at her, rosy and flushed. Large breasts heaving, thighs open to reveal her treasure. He’d never seen anyone hotter than this women. She made him hard as a fence post.

He lifted her ass and slid home. She was tight and hot and wet and everything a woman should be.

“Oh.” She stiffened, arching her back.

“That’s a girl,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “Let’s come again, baby. This time together.”

And then he started moving, pulling her hips to him as he thrust deep.

“Oh, no...oh, no...oh, no,” Maggie chanted in his ear. “I can’t...this is...ahhh.”

Her body tightened, gripping his cock as she came again. The pulsating pressure tipped him over the edge. His balls tightened, that sweet pain gathering deep in his pelvis and...then blessed release.

“Oh, shit,” he said, anchoring her hips, spilling himself inside her. Jolts of pleasure vibrated through his body, making chill bumps cover his thighs and arms. He gave one last jerk and collapsed on top of her.

And found she was coming again.

That made him laugh.

She was like an engine. Once you pulled the string, she purred to life and didn’t stop. He’d revved her into a new dimension. Her breath came hard as if she’d run a race. Maybe it was like a race. It had been one helluva sex marathon, that was for sure.

“Oh, my dear Bessie,” Maggie said after she stopped pulsating. “That was incredible.”

He could only nod, then flop off her. All energy had fled, leaving him absolutely bushed. He wasn’t even certain he could lift his head and deal with postcoital cleanup. So he lay there, staring up at the shadows etched on the ceiling, enjoying the feel of her next to him. Usually after having sex, he liked to get up, pull on his boots and get going. But for some unexplained reason, he wanted to stay with her. Sleep in this bed. Watch the light of dawn caress her cheeks. Be there when her pretty eyes opened.

Maybe it was because she wasn’t some one-night stand. He’d see her over the next few weeks every single day. Why not relax and wake up next to a pretty woman without the stale taste of tequila in his mouth paired with the guilt of knowing he’d never call?

“You know,” Maggie said, her breath finally evening. “That is a pretty nasty water stain.”

Cal laughed. “I’ll add primer to the list.”





9


THE CAT SHE’D seen a few days ago was a female and if Maggie was any judge of animals, she’d say Kitty Girl was preggers.

“Here, girl,” Maggie said, holding out a piece of chicken. The cat sat in the shadow of the barn, blinking at her as if it couldn’t be bothered. Every few seconds, the cat let out a plaintive meow. Such a tease. “Come on. I won’t touch you. It’s really good.”

The cat turned her head away.

“You still working on that cat?” Charlie asked as he walked by, carrying two pails of something that sloshed over the sides.

Maggie didn’t answer. Merely looked up at him because it should be fairly clear she was trying to get the cat to trust her.

“She’s feral and don’t trust you. Gotta give her time,” he said, not looking bothered in the least that she didn’t respond.

Thank you, King of Obvious. “She’s pregnant and needs veterinary care.”

“Pshaw,” Charlie said, spitting in the hot Texas dirt. “She don’t need no vet. Kittens will come out fine the way they’re intended to. Happens all the time.”

“But there could be complications,” Maggie insisted, knowing Charlie thought she was an idiot, but not caring. She’d seen plenty of shows on Animal Planet where kittens got stuck during the birthing process.

“Ah, leave her alone and she’ll be fine. You can pick a kitten out of the litter if you want. Maybe one that will cuddle with you because that cat ain’t.” The man sounded disgusted and started moving away from her. He smelled like whiskey, but he’d showed up each day and put in a good day’s work. There was still a strange vibe between him and Cal, but when she mentioned it, Cal clammed up or changed the subject.

“Hey, Charlie,” she called, tossing the meat toward the cat and rising. The older man stopped in his tracks and turned, lifting an eyebrow.

She swiped at the sweat threatening to roll into her eyes. Mid-July in Texas was hotter than the devil’s ass crack. Another term she’d heard from the painters. They were full of gems.

“Huh?” he asked.

“What’s going on between you and Cal?”

The older man flinched. In that reaction, she could see that she hadn’t imagined the coldness. “How should I know? Besides what business is it of yours anyhow?”