Cowboy Crush(25)

“A cheap bikini that doesn’t cover much,” he mused, stroking his chin. “Hmm...is that enough fun for the afternoon?”

“Or we can start tiling in the bathroom with all our clothes on,” she suggested.

“Negatory. Last one to the...uh, water hose...is a rotten egg,” he shouted, releasing her and bolting for the trailer where he still kept his clothes. And she presumed his swimsuit.





13


SO MUCH FOR tiling the master bathroom.

But wasn’t kinky, wet fun with Cal worth losing an hour or two on the project?

With so little time left together, she’d have to give a resounding vote in favor of kinky, wet fun. And since it was hotter than a Fourth of July firecracker outside, cooling off was almost a safety precaution. In fact, health professionals should add a good soaking with the water hose to their pamphlets on how to avoid heatstroke. Bikini optional.

Maggie hurried toward the house, hoping like hell the power washer she’d hauled out of the barn still worked. Of course, she and Cal would have to get wet with the water hose and not the high-pressure spray. She didn’t want to lose any skin. A nice trickle of cool water and splashing around with a near-naked Cal in the Texas sunshine would be a perfect way to distract her from the doubts that had crept up about selling the ranch.

Ten minutes later she emerged in the hot-pink monstrosity she’d bought last minute at the discount store in Coyote Creek. She had no clue why she’d tossed it into the shopping cart. She’d never worn a string bikini before and this one with its tiny scraps of fabric barely held her breasts. The bottoms tied together like an invitation. At the last minute she braided her hair on each side of her head like a farm girl. She looked like one part country music video and two parts white trash.

“Hot damn,” Cal marveled when she emerged from the kitchen screen door, some parts of her bouncing more than others.

Cal wore a pair of cutoff shorts and nothing else. He looked like every teenage girl’s dream, sipping a longneck beer, wearing a pair of Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses.

“And it only cost ten dollars,” she said, turning so he could see how little of her butt it covered.

“Worth every cent,” he said, setting his empty beer on the back steps and walking around the side of the house to where the grass grew thick and cool under a shady tree. The power washer had been set up, but the garden hose scrolled through the yard like a lazy green ribbon. “Let’s make sure the water works.”

Cal turned the spigot and water gushed from the end of the hose. Picking it up, he tested the temperature. “It’s warm.”

Maggie stepped over and held out her hand, but Cal pulled the hose back and sprayed her with it.

It was not warm.

More like freezing.

Maggie shrieked. “You pig.”

Cal laughed and hit her in the face with a full blast. She lunged toward him, grabbing his forearm and swinging her foot around to wrap around the hose. He jumped back in surprise, but she managed to wrench the hose from him.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” she said, sliding her hands toward the nozzle.

“What’s a gander?” he asked, holding his hands up. Useless protection.

She put her thumb over the stream and wiggled her eyebrows.

“No, you don’t,” he said, reaching for her. But Maggie was quick and she managed to douse the front of his body with a good spray of water. “Ah! That’s frickin’ cold.”

“I know,” she squealed with delight.

Cal grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, but she slipped on the now-slick grass and fell on her butt. He tumbled down with her, pulling the hose so it blasted onto her naked belly.

“Crap,” she gasped, pushing the hose away.

The heat of the afternoon paired with the cool water was actually a perfect combination. Maggie had never in her life played in the water hose. She’d never worn hoochie-mama bikinis or frolicked on the green grass with a sexy beast of a man, either. She found the whole silly escapade to her liking. And she liked it even more when Cal pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

Her nipples were hard from the cold water and they grew even tighter as they brushed his hard chest. His mouth was hot against her cold lips, chasing the chill away even as the icy water pooled beneath them, no doubt soaking Cal’s worn cutoff blue jeans.

Cal cupped one of her breasts and squeezed, making heat spiral deep into her pelvis.

“That’s nice,” she whispered against his lips.

“Isn’t it?” he whispered back.

Maggie shifted to the side and pulled a leg through their bodies so she straddled him. The hose caught between them and poured over Cal’s thighs, soaking her bikini bottom with icy water. She could feel that hard length of his erection pressing against her and the juxtaposition of the heat from Cal against the cold water was oddly erotic.

Cal kissed her again, his tongue hard and demanding against hers, stoking her desire for him, teasing with a nip to her lip before he pulled back and slid his sunglasses off, tossing them to the side. “This is the stupidest but maybe best idea I’ve ever had.”

Maggie stuck her hands on her hips. “It was my idea.”

“So it was, and damn if you ain’t kinky, woman,” he said, sliding the fabric of one pink triangle aside, freeing her breast. Smiling as if he’d found a treasure, Cal lowered his head to suck the nipple into his mouth. Maggie couldn’t prevent the hiss that escaped her lips. His hot mouth on her chilled skin felt amazing.

She wriggled her bottom and pulled the hose from between them. “I’m soaked.”

“Just how I like you,” Cal said, giving her a hard kiss before tipping her out of his lap. She squealed when she landed on the squishy grass but didn’t have time to think about any discomfort because Cal had come to his knees, his fingers busy untying the strings on either side of her bikini bottom. Pulling the fabric back, he smiled. “Even better.”

Maggie tried to close her legs, but he pressed his hands against her inner thighs. “Cal, I’m all for playing around, but we’re out in the open.”

Cal looked around. “No one is here.”

“But your brother could be back at any moment.” She pushed at his hands, not wanting to be so vulnerable in the harsh sunlight.

He shook his head. “I texted Charlie and told him to keep Wyatt busy until five o’clock. No ifs, ands or buts about it. We’re all alone, Miss Stanton. And I’m here to serve you.”

She shook her head, but allowed him to part her legs. “This is crazy.”

“You’re the one who wanted to get wet,” he said, tracing the trimmed hair along her slit. Her body trembled at the sensation. And then she relaxed, submitting to his touch, wanting his hands on her more than she wanted to protect her modesty.

“And I am,” she murmured huskily.

“So I see. So I feel,” he said, dragging a finger through her dampness, making her jump at the contact. “You’re so beautiful, Mags.”

She loved when he called her by that pet name.

He sucked his finger into his mouth. “And you taste good, baby. Give me more.”

His words were like honey dripping over her, slowly covering any protests that anyone could happen upon them. Maggie let her legs fall open, offering herself to him.

Cal bent and dragged his tongue through her slick folds, making an mmm sound.

“You make me feel crazy...reckless,” she said, clasping his head as he found her clit and started working her. Maggie closed her eyes and let Cal do what he wished. She had no power against the seduction he employed. Her body fell victim to his particularly talented mouth and the knowing fingers inserted inside her, crooking to thrust against that perfect spot that made her body hum. He pushed her knees up, opening her wider so he could work her easier. “Oh, my...oh, Cal. Please, please.”

He lifted his head, murmuring, “That’s right, baby. That’s right.”

She pulled his hair and shoved him back down between her thighs, making him laugh. But she didn’t care. All she wanted at that moment built inside her, a sweet beautiful pressure that made her lengthen her muscles and point her toes as she reached for the earth-shattering climax.

And it came crashing hard, shaking her body. She clenched her teeth and arched her back, calling out Cal’s name.

But he didn’t stop. No. This cowboy kept holding on, loving her with his mouth, hands firm on her hips so she couldn’t wriggle away. She didn’t need him to say the words to know he wanted her shattering against his mouth again.

So she did.

After the waves subsided, she untangled her fingers from his hair and scrambled, pushing him back as she came up to her knees. “That was fun. Now it’s your turn.”

“But I want to fu—”

“And where’s your condom, Mr. Lincoln?” she said, tugging the button of his jeans open. The zipper glided smooth as butter and in five seconds, she had his cutoffs mid-thigh and boxers down so his thick erection sprang toward her.

“You have a point,” he managed to say when she took hold of his thickness, sliding her probably too-cool hand over the smooth shaft and wrapping her fingers around him. “I’ll defer to you, boss.”

“Good boy,” Maggie said, bending over and licking the glistening droplet of ejaculate from the head of his cock.