Cowboy Up(70)
By the time we leave here tonight, I’ll have my ring on her finger; our bellies will be full with the food waiting for us; and there’ll be grass stains on our clothes from when I love my future wife slow and soft under the blue skies, endless green pastures, in the spot that was my only salvation for thirty-five years. Used to be—not now. Not with the love of a damn good woman showing me my way.
Her hand pushes forward in my hold with a sharp jerk, the movement causing the ring to slide down to the middle of her finger, stopping at her knuckle. I’m unable to look away from the big round stone surrounded by tons of smaller diamonds, what it symbolizes hitting me with a maelstrom of emotions. None of them bad, either. No panic, like I had felt when this was almost forced on me by my ex. No fear when I think about my parents’ marriage. Nothing but excitement for what my future with Caroline holds. I swallow thickly before glancing back up at her. Her silent tears are still cascading down her tanned cheeks, but she’s giving me a huge, blindingly happy, toothy smile. Even though I knew it in my gut, seeing how happy she is and knowing those tears are because she’s that happy, I feel my own expression break as my joy is given free rein.
“Yes,” she finally answers in a small whisper so soft that if there had been some wind, it would have carried her word away with it before it reached my ears. Awe present in her hushed tone, her stare is locked on our hands as I slide the ring the rest of the way down her slim finger. She continues to look down, only giving me her eyes when I lift her hand and press a kiss against the ring. I hold my lips there, watching her chest shake as she pulls in rapid breaths. It’s the pure, unmasked joy lighting every inch of her that has me silently vowing I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she never loses that happiness while we love each other for the rest of our lives.
I climb to my feet, bending down to dust the dirt off my knee, before stretching to my full height. Caroline looks so tiny standing before me, holding her hand out in front of her face as she admires the ring.
“You look good wearin’ my diamonds, Linney, love.” My voice must have broken the spell she had been hooked in, because her head snaps up and she jumps. When our gazes collide, I see she hadn’t really stopped the crying like I thought. “You’re killin’ me with the tears, darlin’.”
“I’m so happy, Clayton Davis.” Her whole body shakes as she gets choked up. I can’t help it when my chest puffs slightly. I feel damn good about being the reason she’s feeling this way—even if it’s coming with some tears.
“How about you get in my arms with your mouth on mine and show me just how happy you are?”
She doesn’t hesitate. She jumps, and her arms go around my neck at the same time her legs circle my hips. My hands instantly go to her sweet ass, pulling her closer and keeping her right where I want her. The heat of her pussy is unmistakable against my hard cock, even with the layers keeping us apart completely. She peppers my face with kisses, her soft lips moving frantically as she covers me from forehead to jaw. When she lifts her head, after pressing one last kiss to the side of my jaw, I expect her to finally give me her mouth. Instead, she tips her head back, and shouts up to the sun and the bright blue sky, her back arched, with her tits right in front of my face, while holding on with her hands hooked together behind my neck. Her body bounces, excitement flowing, and I groan when I feel that movement milk some pre-come from my needy cock.
“My dark cowboy is goin’ to be my husband!” Caroline shouts. Her whole body quivers with excitement as she looks back at me. “You’re goin’ to be my husband, Clayton,” she tells me, her lips curled in a beautiful, happy smile.
“You’re gonna be my wife.”
“Oh my God!” she starts bouncing and I almost fall to my knees as pleasure zaps up my spine.
My fingers clench, grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing her roughly against my cock, stilling her movements instantly and groaning loudly. I hiss when she manages to wiggle just a fraction against me.
“Keep that up, sweetness, and I’m gonna strip us down and forget about our dinner so I can fuck my love into you with the sun shining down on us.”
She moans, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“You want that, baby?”
Her thighs clamp tighter around my hips and her fingers dig into my shoulders. The bite of pain just makes me crave her more.
“Linney, love. You want me to feed you or eat you?”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
“Give me the words, darlin’. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you the world, but you gotta use the words to ask for it.”