Tempted by Trouble

chapter FIFTEEN


Watching Carolina unbutton her shirt was a strip tease he’d been waiting for. Only she had no idea what a turn-on she was, button by button. “Baby, I could watch you forever.”

“How many times have you said that to a woman covered in every possible fluid from a cow’s body?”

“And you are all the more beautiful.” He pulled off his shirt and shrugged out of his jeans. Their clothes were so filthy, they could stand up in the corner. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he scooped up his clothing. The washing machine was loaded and he turned around to find her behind him. Warm breasts grazed his back. His cock throbbed.

“Give me your clothes.”

They were naked and standing in his laundry room. He wanted nothing better than to bury himself in her but he also wanted to comfort her. She’d helped out in a way that meant a live birth, not another death. This wasn’t part of her contract. She stepped up to the plate, her arms deep inside a dam that would have died along with the calf. For hours he’d witnessed her working without a complaint.

He and Brandon had relied upon her. She didn’t just help, she saved their asses.

Being with her, his gut twisted in every direction. Sure, the sex was awesome … yet it was the quality of her, some undefinable essence that he paused over, unable to find where it started or if there was an end. Her beauty was heart stopping, an absolute, and it tore at him. They didn’t need to fill in the silence.

“I want to make love to you tonight if you’re not completely exhausted. If you are then I’ll hold you until the morning.”

She laced her fingers with his and they strolled into his bathroom. “Bath or shower? Doctor’s choice.”

“Quick shower, then a hot bath,” she breathed.

The shower stall was separate from the bathtub. He turned on the water in the tub, squeezing a bottle of shower gel under the tap. The tub filled and he held out his hand.

“After you. Wait, I want to re-bandage your wound.”

“After. First, let’s shower.”

They soaped each other beneath the hot water, moving so that one or the other was in the stream of water. Shit, this wouldn’t do. His next project would be to install an extra showerhead to keep them both fully engaged in the down flow.

“Time for the bath,” he said. Helping her step from the shower, he handed her a towel. “Just so you don’t get cold.”

She passed by him and he reached out and touched her cheek, a light trace. He thought about telling her his thoughts. But the sight of her packing her bags set his teeth on edge. The steam from the water rose. He straightened, holding out his hand. “Time for your bath.”

This time he was prepared for the show of her glistening skin and leisurely savored the sight of Carolina’s nipples, tightly beaded, tiny buds that made him want to lift her up, holding her high so he could work himself into her body.

“Let me help you,” he murmured keeping her hand tight in his.

He got into the tub and sat behind her, just as they’d done while birthing the calf. She leaned back against his chest, her head slanted across his collarbone, and relaxed on his shoulder.

“This feels wonderful.” He scooped water with hands over her shoulders, as his chin rubbed against her hair. “I like us this way.”

“Wet and naked … pretty nice.” Her fingers reached down his legs, massaging his calf muscles. She moved, her ass sliding across his cock.

His finger idly ran across her nipple. The skin of her shoulder was warm and flushed under his lips. Her breasts rode in and out of the water, pink from the heat, firm and large in his hands. He squeezed them, lightly pinching each tip, while his cock pulsed against her, and he had the urge to pull her up onto him so she could ride him, hips swaying as if she was on a saddle.

“Ride me, cowgirl.” His hoarse voice came out low.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She twisted, and her breasts slid across his torso. His dick saluted, cresting through the surface of water.

“You’re so sexy,” she murmured and lowered her mouth. Her tongue flicked the crown of his dick. Jets of electrical pulses rocketed fire throughout his body. He framed her head, rising out of the water, and she took him into her mouth. Her hips rose, revealing sexy two dimples, hovering over her ass high in the air, catching his breath.

“F*ck, you’re so sensual, Carolina.”

“Give me a moment.”

She reclaimed his dick and swallowed him. His cock disappeared into her mouth, against the back of her throat. She went from teasing flutters of her tongue, to playful nips, and followed by sucking him into her throat. Tip to root, she took him. The feeling had him mesmerized, wanting to watch her, f*cking her mouth, and then his balls hiked and he stopped her. “Honey, get on top of me. I’ve got to f*ck you.”

Her body was slick and bubbles clung to her in provocative patches. Jesus, he was going to climax from looking at his pin-up fantasy come to life. She climbed over him, her p-ssy trailing up his leg. Her breasts were in front of his face. He reached out and lifted her as he latched onto her nipple. She straddled his lap. Up on her knees, his cock in her hands, and then she wiggled her hips. F*cking-A. He impaled her; pushing his cock into a piping hot vise.

“This isn’t going to last long. You’re so hot wrapped around me. Ride me, baby. F*cking show me how you can ride my cock.”

She smiled, her eyes half-closed, and she held onto to his shoulders. She moved, her breasts bouncing, and his body erupted into a current of tight aches.

He threaded his fingers through hers, pushing against her, only to bring her closer. “Baby, you are sexy as hell.”

Her p-ssy muscles gripped him, hot and succulent, and she rode him with gusto. There was no way he’d hold out much longer. She f*cked him with abandon. Her eyes closed and lips curled. Her hot p-ssy clamped around him, moving up and down. He needed her to come, wanted to feel her pleasure spasm and enfold him. He concentrated on moving under her. He unlaced his hands and gripped her hips.

He took over and moved her, f*cking her. She was all his. “Baby come all over my cock. F*ck me, Carolina. F*ck me, baby.”

“Matt, I’m about to … Babe, I’m coming. That’s it!”

She rode him, sucked him, f*cked him and his orgasm shook his body. He closed his eyes, feeling nothing but floating and the sensation of his cock wrapped by her p-ssy. Both of them were gasping. He brought her across his belly, and lifted her chin. The feel of her sweet lips melted his resistance. “Carolina,” he murmured against her mouth. She was everything to him.

“Matt,” she moaned before lifting off him. Her hair was wet, fanning across her chest, and he wasn’t finished with her. “It’s time for bed,” he commanded and set her upright.

She kneeled between his legs. He rose and pulled her up. He held her until she was out of the tub. Her breasts were round and inviting. Water streaked down her her nipples, drops poised on her erect points, standing out from her slick skin as though his fantasy had come to life. He reached and brought a towel around her body. Not wanting to cover her from his sight but unwilling to have her cold or uncomfortable. Chill bumps covered her arms.

“Hold on,” he grunted. Naked, he marched off to his closet. He took hold of the robe hanging at the back. A present, never worn, but fitting for her curvy body. His clothing would hang well beyond her limbs, but the thought of her sleek form peeking out made him spin.

From inside the bedroom, Matt glimpsed Carolina in the bathroom mirror. He stopped just to watch her. She was so lovely his chest ached. His gaze dropped to her arm, and he saw a trickle of blood. He clenched his jaw.

He swung the door open. “No arguments. Put this on right now and let’s have a look at your arm. Does it hurt?”

She gazed at him. “No. Not at all.”

After wrapping her in his robe, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Stay put. I’ll be back with antiseptic. How about gauze this time?”

“Okay. But we’ll still need tape.”

“Ibuprofen or aspirin? Anything for discomfort?”

“Tea would be nice.”

“Tea? I think I’ve got some.” Matt dressed in shorts. He hoped to hell he had a tea bag. He’d move the moon and stars, including a run to the market if that’s what she wanted.

Banging every cabinet, twice, he’d looked through drawers and under counters. Inside the pantry. There wasn’t much in the house except for the basic necessities. And not one tea bag.

Cellphone in hand, he called the cavalry. “Mom, do you have any tea?”

“Son, tea? What?”

“I need a tea bag. You know, for a cup of tea.”

Silence. “Yes. We’ve got tea bags. Are you feeling sick? Your brother is about to leave. I’ll send a box over.”

“Tea’s not for me.”

“Do you have cream? Lemon?”

“I don’t know … cream, yes. Lemon. Hold on.” He opened the refrigerator and didn’t see anything bright yellow. “Please, I’ll take the lemon.” Matt wondered if Carolina liked sugar. That he had.

“What about honey?”

Sweet. That’s what Carolina was. Golden. Honey.

“Son? Do you want some honey?”

“Yes, ma’am. Oh, Mom?”

“I’m listening.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, Matt, it’s my pleasure. You take care.”

Matt heated water. He went to his Jeep and took out the first-aid kit. This would be one of the few times he’d used it over the years. His brother and cousins and the ranch hands rarely used bandages.

Inside, the water boiled in the pot. Lights flashed on the driveway and the motorcycle engine cut. He met Stephen at the front steps. His brother flipped up his visor and held out a brown paper bag. Matt took hold of the bag and his brother pulled off his helmet.

“Thanks, man.”

“You got it bad,” Stephen whispered, grinning.

Matt gripped the bag. “And so?”

His brother rubbed his jaw. “In truth … wish it were me.”

“Any advice?”

“About women?”

“What else?”

“You’d better consult Miss Louisa. I’ve got nothing to go on. Are you happy?”

Matt rubbed his neck. Being with Carolina was heaven. He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to tell her to stay, to keep her close to him.

“Tripping. I’m real close.”

Stephen whistled. Their eyes met. “Take it easy, Brother.”

“I’m trying. It isn’t exactly easy, if you get my meaning.”

“Never is.” He pulled his helmet on and gave Matt a thumbs-up. Stephen cranked his motorcycle and gunned the engine. He tore off down the road, out the gate, more than likely out to some bar to drink beer and dance and carouse. Stephen was still young, wild, and on the prowl. He’d more than likely end up with some woman … short-term.

That wasn’t the life Matt wanted anymore. He pulled open the front door. Carolina was more than in his house. His chest expanded, eased and this time he was doing far better than good. This sensation held his attention and forced his thoughts to the future.