Should've Been A Cowboy & Cowboy Up: Should've Been a Cowboy / Cowboy Up

“No worries.” Glancing at the floor, she stretched out one shapely leg and used her elegantly polished toes to drag her crumpled jeans over to rest at her feet. “Voilà.”

Then she met his gaze again. “Happy now?”

He groaned softly. “I think I’m about to be.” He released her wrists with a sigh.

“You betcha, cowboy. Now hold still.”

He tried, but watching her unbutton his fly and pull down his briefs gave him the shakes. Her soft murmur of admiration nearly made him come, and when she put both hands on him—one circling his cock and the other cradling his balls—he had to close his eyes and lock his knees in order to remain standing.

Fabric rustled, and he knew she must have knelt on her jeans, but he didn’t dare open his eyes. The sight of her there, poised for the next step, would be enough to send him over the edge. He’d made it this far, and he wanted...oh, yes...that...the flick of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction...

He wouldn’t last long. The sensation was erotic by itself, but knowing that Tyler was the one caressing him drove him slowly insane. He’d wanted her for so long, and now she was here, on her knees...

Even though he clenched his jaw, attempting to be the strong, silent type, a moan escaped. And another. He was breathing like a long-distance runner nearing the finish line.

And he was nearing the finish line. Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, and then she did a swirling maneuver over the tip before taking him deep again. His penis touched the back of her throat.

And now he wanted to see. Opening his eyes, he took in the stirring sight of her drawing back, her cheeks hollowing to increase the pressure. Slowly she rolled his balls in the palm of her hand, creating a subtle yet powerful massage.

Dizzy with the need to come, yet desperate to prolong the ecstasy because this might never happen again, he combed shaking fingers through her luxurious hair, keeping his touch light even though she was winding him tight...and tighter yet. Once again she took him up to the hilt and slowly pulled back.

He was losing the fight. Control began slipping away as she used her tongue again before pulling his entire length deep inside. While holding him there and applying rhythmic suction, she pressed a ridge directly behind his balls...and he came in a rush. His surrender was total and vocal. He cried out and was very afraid his knees would buckle.

But, in truth, his center of gravity was buried in her mouth, which was the only logical reason he didn’t fall down as a climax roared through him with the force of a tsunami. The movement of her throat as she swallowed sent a current of electricity from his cock straight up his spine to short-circuit his brain.

He had no idea how much time passed before she slowly released him and gently tucked him back into his briefs. When she got to her feet, he took a long, shuddering breath and tried to remember his name.

She cupped his face in both hands and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I think you liked that.”

“That...” He paused to clear his throat. “That is the understatement of the year.” Sliding his fingers through her still-wet hair, he cradled her head and gazed into her shining eyes. “I’m afraid our plan to avoid sex is a total failure.”

“You could say that.”

“So I guess we need a new plan.”

“All right.” Her gaze was steady. “How about great sex with no strings and no regrets?”

He nodded. “Might as well aim high.”

“We can do it. We managed it last time.” She said it with conviction, in the same tone she’d used when she’d assured him his event tomorrow would work out. He couldn’t deny that her sunny approach to life appealed to him.

“Sure we can.” He agreed with her because he had no choice. He’d craved her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her ten months ago. Now that she was within reach, he wanted to be with her day and night—especially night. If he felt any strings tugging at his heart as a result of spending time in her arms and in her bed, he’d just have to cut them.

Although she wasn’t truly like Crystal, other than the fact that they both liked looking good, she still wanted a different life from the one he envisioned for himself. Good sex didn’t mean he had to let himself fall for the woman, no matter how sunny her disposition was. Right.

Chapter Five

Tyler cleaned up as best she could before they left the barn, but her wet clothes felt icky and no doubt she resembled a half-drowned cat. The rain continued to fall, soaking her hair and clothes even more, although Alex tried to shield her with his body. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she slid her arm around his waist as they started toward the house.

Normally she cared a lot about how she presented herself, but a world-shattering orgasm had mellowed her out tremendously. Even so, she still didn’t like the idea of tracking the rain and mud onto the ranch’s gorgeous hardwood floors.

“Are you sure there’s no back entrance that leads to a mudroom?” she asked as they approached the front porch. “I’d think a ranch would have something like that.”

“Um...well, it does.”

“It does? Then why didn’t you say so before?”

No answer.

She gave him a whack on the arm, but considering how solid his biceps were, she didn’t think he felt much of anything.

He yelped in protest, anyway. “What was that for?”

“You know perfectly well! You lured me back into that barn on false pretenses!”

“Maybe.” He didn’t sound the least bit repentant. “Mad at me?”

“I should be. That was a very underhanded way to get me alone and naked.” She heard the smile in her voice and was sure he could hear it, too.

“You’re right. I’m thoroughly ashamed of myself.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are.”

“I deserve to be sent straight to bed.”

She laughed. “Stop it. We have things to do.”

“We certainly do.” He walked faster, urging her to keep up. “For one thing, I need to count the condoms stashed in my bedside-table drawer.”

“You’re getting carried away.” And she was getting carried away right with him. Her wet panties had nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with the prospect of spending the night in bed with Alex.

Warnings whispered through her mind, threatening to erase her glow of satisfaction, and she pushed them away. Good sex was healthy and life affirming, like a trip to a spa. She’d soak up all the joy she could and not spoil it by anticipating the inevitable parting scene. It wouldn’t rip her heart out. She wouldn’t allow that.

“Getting carried away feels great,” Alex said. “I haven’t felt this good since...”

“Last August?” That would have been her answer. She hadn’t felt this giddy since the night in the hayloft.

“’Fraid so. But that doesn’t mean I’ll get hung up on you. I can play by the rules.”

“I know you can,” she said with determined optimism. “It was naive of us to think we could keep our distance from each other while I’m here. I think facing the attraction and dealing with it is a realistic approach, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. We both would have been on edge the entire time, which wouldn’t have been fair to everyone around us.”

“Right.” She glanced at the ranch house as welcoming light shone through its many windows. “So where is this back entrance?”

“In the back.”

“Very funny. Why are you still heading for the front door?”