Boone kept it going, suckling relentlessly on her clit until she screamed for him with a second fiery eruption. He finally let her come down from it, and her arms fell limp to the bed beside her head.
Lifting her ankles until her heels were resting on his shoulders, Boone thrust his sheathed cock home with one smooth stroke. With her legs up, he was able to go deep inside her and she felt every hard, throbbing inch of him as he thrust repeatedly.
In a gravelly, intense voice he said, “I love watching you take my cock, baby. Love seeing your little pussy pressed open and wet for my fucking pleasure.” Boone emphasized his words by stroking her pussy and her clit. She was almost jealous she couldn’t see what he was gazing down at with such satisfaction. “Fuck. That is beautiful. Wet, pink, and beautiful.”
Boone fucked her into another glorious orgasm as Richard and Kendall watched at her sides, stroking her and whispering naughty things in her ears but never interfering with Boone’s access. By the time they finished loving her that night she’d come three more times and then they stroked her all over with their callused hands until she practically purred.
* * * *
Boone said his good-byes to Maya, along with Richard, in bed the next morning. They had to be at the Rockin’ C Ranch earlier than normal and had not wanted her to get up just for that. They’d slipped quietly from the bed, leaving Maya curled up to Kendall. After showers they’d both come back into the bedroom fully dressed.
Boone was once again grateful Maya preferred sleeping in the nude. She’d pushed the sheets down during the night, so her back side was exposed all the way down to the midpoint of the cleft of her ass. She was partially on her side with one knee raised, her arms curled under her. Her long, wavy blonde hair was strewn all around her shoulders, and he bent to press his nose to its fragrant disarray. As always, her scent stirred his cock to life. He thought he must be a masochist to do that but couldn’t resist her. Richard slid a single fingertip down the delicate curve of her spine, and she shivered slightly before drawing her arms up tighter.
Richard smiled faintly at him, and Boone saw satisfaction in his brother’s eyes like never before. Maya put her heart, her soul, her everything into the love she showed her men.
Boone pressed a kiss against her shoulder and watched as she turned her face toward him, and her eyelashes flickered a little. Gradually she opened her eyes and smiled at them. Boone thought a momentary sadness registered in them, and she murmured in a sleepy, husky voice, “I’m going to miss you.”
She rolled over and stretched with a luxuriant yawn, and Boone’s cock went on full alert at the sexy sound. Glancing at Richard, Boone thought he might’ve felt the same way. She crawled on her knees to the end of the bed and let them envelop her in their arms one at a time. Her flesh was warm and tender under his rough hands, and he very much wanted to climb back into the bed with her. Boone kissed her and memorized the feel of her soft lips smooching his to replay later when they were on the road.
Yeah, definitely a masochist.
“Did you eat?” Maya asked as Richard released her after she hugged and kissed him, too.
“Yes. We’ve got to go now. You should go back to sleep. It’s at least an hour before Kendall has to be up.”
“Please be careful.”
It was difficult for Boone to release her and walk away. He turned to her at the bedroom door as she knelt on the bed with the sheet twisted around her hips. Her hair was mussed and her lush breasts and curvy ass were in perfect profile. He knew he’d remember that moment for a lifetime.
“I love you, Maya.”
Richard echoed the sentiment.
“I love you, too. Be safe.” Her winsome smile made Boone’s heart feel like it would burst from his chest.
With great impatience for the trip to already be over, Boone smiled at her one last time and turned to walk down the hall. His boots felt like they were full of lead.
Chapter Nineteen
Richard grinned at Boone as they followed Chance and Clayton into the parking lot of the Oasis Café. Richard had noticed as they drove west on Interstate Ten that the closer they got to Fort Stockton the heavier Chance’s foot got on the gas pedal in front of them.
Boone chuckled. “Someone’s in the mood for a greasy cheeseburger. Is this the place you were telling me about?”
“Yep. Food’s not too bad, if you order something they have on hand.”
They parked in the trailer parking area, climbed from the big pickup, and followed Chance and Clayton Carlisle, Gil James, and Jonah Kirby to the front door of the café. The café was bustling as they walked through the vestibule into the small building. Richard watched Chance as he looked around the establishment. When Chance smiled and seemed to relax a bit, Richard figured he’d found the one he was looking for.