Cowboy Up (Coming Home #3)

“I’m ready to be yours,” she says with confidence and hunger. “Please, Clayton, make me yours.”

All rational thought vanishes as I take her mouth in a bruising kiss. I press her against the tile with my hips so that my hands are free to roam that gorgeous body. Her legs tighten and her mouth gets greedy. When I palm her tits, the small weight of them perfect in my large hands, she moans into my mouth and starts to rut against my length. I can feel the wetness of her arousal coating my cock, and I start moving with her until we’re frantic for more.

It isn’t until I lift back and enter her with one long thrust that I realize why she feels so fucking good.

“Condom,” I breathe heavily.

“Pill,” she answers, her head falling against the wall with a thump as she starts to roll her hips. With a deep breath, I realize just how much trust I have in her, no doubt filtering in whatsoever at her assurances of using birth control.

My eyes cross. “Goddamn, Linney, you keep moving like that and I’m not gonna last.”

She hums but picks up speed.

“You want me to move, baby? Want to be bad with me?”

“Please,” she whines. “You’re so deep. I’m so full.”

I bite her collarbone and pull my hips back so just the tip of my cock is kissing her entrance. She makes a low sound of protest as she digs her nails into my shoulders, her eyes pleading.

“You want me to fuck you hard or love you slow?”

“Hard first, slow later.” Her feet tighten on the top of my ass, trying to get me back inside of her. “Clayton!” she begs.

I lean forward, nose to hers, and smile wickedly at her. “Tell me to fuck your pussy then, darlin’. Give me the words.”

Her brown eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop trying to push me back in. She wants to say it, but that little bit of shyness left when she’s with me holds her back. So, I give her a teasing shallow thrust and arch my brow. Her chest heaves and those nails bite in again.

“Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard.”

“Motherfucker,” I gasp. Hearing her say those words sends shock shooting right through me.

Then I fuck my girl until my ears are ringing from her screams and I’ve drained almost three months of frustration and want into her tight body.

We don’t get out of the shower until I wash every inch of her and she returns the favor. I came so hard I’m sucked dry. My cock shouldn’t be hard this soon, but I already want her again. Hell, I wanted her again as I was groaning out my release. But I know that before I allow myself to take her again, I need to get our talk over with. I’m not sure what she’ll do when I tell her my nasty ex is sniffing around, but I’m not going to take her again while the shadow of Jess is hanging around me. I hope like fuck that after I tell her, she’ll still want me to love her slow, like I promised.

“Let’s get in my bed so I can feel you in my arms, Linney?”

She glances up from drying off her legs and frowns. “Why does your voice sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.” She stands and regards me before her eyes open wide and her jaw drops. “Oh my God! Am I bad? Was it . . . not good?”

I sigh and point to my cock, my still-hard cock. “Darlin’, my body is already beggin’ to get back in you and I don’t think it can be missed that I almost fucked you through my shower wall.”

“So I’m not bad then?”

Having had enough of this space between us, I grab her gently by her shoulders and pull her to my body. My cock jumps the second her soft belly presses against it. “I’ve never felt anything better than what I get when you give me you.”

Her whole body goes soft and she smiles up at me. Her hands on my chest start to roll across my skin until she’s looping them around my neck. “Then what’s on your mind, Clayton?”

“I need to tell you somethin’ that happened and I would rather do it with you naked in my bed so I can keep my word and love you soft after.”

A small worry wrinkle forms on the skin between her brows, but with a deep breath she nods and lets me lead us to my bed. She climbs in first, sitting on her knees and watching me as I drop the towel I had knotted at my hips. Not once does she hide her naked body, and I know that means she’s more worried than she lets on.

“Come here, Linney,” I request softly once my back hits the headboard. Her eyes go from my face, down my body, and up again before that worry between her brow grows. She sucks in a wobbly breath, but scoots forward. I take her face gently between both hands.

“What’s goin’ through your mind?” I question her.

“You’ve got me worried.”

My thumbs rub against her soft cheeks before I lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I don’t want you worried, I just didn’t want to put off talkin’.”

Her tiny hands shake as they move from my shoulders to my neck, one on each side as she studies me. “Is this about John?”

Fucking John. I should’ve assumed he’d be her first thought, seeing as she hasn’t brought him up since I asked her to trust me when it comes to that douchebag.

“No, I haven’t seen him since that afternoon in Wire Creek.”

“Oh.”

“You been worried about him?”

She shakes her head. “Not really. He hasn’t called in a while and I think he got the picture that we’re together, so I don’t expect him to now.”

“What do you mean he hasn’t called in a while?” Jesus Christ, I didn’t even think to ask if he’s been in contact with her since they split up.

She shrugs. “He called a few times after we were done, but stopped for a few years. He called me more recently, but the last time was the night I met you.”

“You’d tell me if he did, right?”

Her head moves in my grasp as she nods. “I would, but he won’t, since I changed my number the next day.”

Somewhat pacified, I drop the subject.

“What’s goin’ on, honey?” she asks with concern when I don’t say anything.

“You know my ex?”

“The one who tried to trick you into more?”

“Yeah. That one.” I shift my hands, wrapping my arms around her body to pull her closer, needing to feel more of her skin against mine. Her hold on my neck slips for a second before she adjusts her arms and her fingers press into my hair. “I’ve run into her a few times since we started this thing, but other than runnin’ her mouth, she hasn’t done more, until two days ago. When I saw her, she cornered me, and before I could get her to move, she grabbed me in a way only you should be grabbin’ me.”

“Where?” Caroline asks, her eyes no longer worried now that they’re burning with rage.

“It didn’t last long, but I know people saw before I could stop it and I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else.”

“Where did she touch you, Clayton?” she asks again.

“Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my head against the wooden frame.

“She touched this part of you, in the middle of town?”

I nod, clenching my jaw when she stops moving and I lose the sensation of her wetness caressing my body.