Cowboy Up (Coming Home #3)

“Pretty much.” She giggles, pressing herself even tighter against me. “I think it’s more for extra support in keeping the front from showing too much.”

I pull back a little and look down at the front of her dress. My fingers trail from the strap in question over her lace-covered shoulders, and down her front. The deep V of her neckline stops below her chest, mid-stomach. Sticking my pointer fingers into the lace at the bottom of the V, I glide them up toward her breasts. The bottom swell of her tits is silky smooth as I slide over the flesh. Her teeth bite her lower lip when my fingers finally move to her nipples, and she moans low. I roll each tight bud before pulling both fingers out of the fabric. Her chest moves rapidly.

“Tonight, tonight I’m goin’ to love my wife bad and not take this dress off until I’m done.” I bend, my tongue coming out to lick her from the bottom of that V and up the middle of her chest until my mouth is at her ear. “I can’t wait to feel all this lace against me while your silky heat sucks me dry.”

“Oh, God,” she breathes.

“One day, when our family isn’t waitin’ for us, I’m goin’ to bring you back up here and we’re goin’ to break this gazebo in.”

Caroline places her hands against my chest and lifts up on her toes. “I like the sound of that, honey.”

With a groan that seems to come from deep in my body, I take her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips open instantly, ready for me, and our tongues slide against each other. With her body pressed tight and her hands at the back of my head, keeping me close, I feel surrounded by her love. She whines when I shift us and my erection pushes into her belly. My hands move and I bend, taking her ass in my palms and lifting her as I stretch back up. Her dress keeps her from wrapping her legs around me, but her arms adjust to wrap around my neck, deepening our connection.

I’ve never felt more whole than I do right now. High above my land in a place that’s always meant something to me, with the rest of my life in my arms.

I’ve got it all. I truly have it all.





25


CLAYTON


“Ain’t Nothing ’Bout You” by Brooks & Dunn

- -

“More.”

I breathe in, the scene and taste only becoming more addicting when I do. How she can taste like the sweetest apple pie ever baked, I’ll never know, but fuck if I’m not going to enjoy the dessert of her.

“Please, Clayton,” she gasps, the breathy sound turning into a scream when I bite her swollen clit between my teeth before hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

Her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds against my face. I look up her body, seeing her lost in pleasure as she writhes against our bed. The stark white of her wedding dress against our dark gray sheets reminds me that only hours ago this woman became mine for life. I growl against her, causing her to yelp, and press my left hand against her pelvis to keep her hips on the mattress.

In the dim glow from the lamp on my nightstand, the black metal on my ring finger can’t be missed. Seeing that symbol of our union only drives the need I’m feeling to take her grow to insurmountable levels. It’s undeniable, primal, the forceful urge to consummate our union in the most carnal of ways taking on a life of its own.

Dragging my hands up her torso, I take her breasts. The fabric of her dress catches on my calloused hands, but it doesn’t stop me from flexing my fingers against the small weight of her tits. She moans low and deep as I continue to play with her, her wetness covering my chin. Flattening my tongue, I lift my head and then lick her from opening to clit, dragging my tongue around the bud, then moving back down. Her flavor bursts on my tongue, making me hungry for more. The heady scent of her swirls around me as my balls tighten. Running the tip of my nose over her sex, I inhale and feel my chest vibrate as the satisfying aroma of her arousal fills my head.

“Look at me,” I demand, stilling my hands. She rolls her head from side to side but doesn’t give me those brown eyes. “Look at me, Linney. Watch me love the fuck outta my good girl. See what it does to me to drink from your pussy. To know that I’m the one your body comes to life for.”

“Oh, God,” she gasps.

“Look at me now,” I growl.

Her head lifts slowly as she obeys. Her hair, no longer contained, tumbles around her face and over her chest. The ends tickle my hands against her breasts. Her eyes, so dark they almost look black, plead with me through hooded lids, and incoherent mumbles leave her mouth. Her kiss-swollen lips part as she starts panting, needing this as much as I do.

Opening my mouth wide, I close my lips around her pussy and stick my tongue into her entrance. Thrusting as deep as I can before lifting my head back slightly to lick her again, I hold her gaze and suck, flick, and lick her pussy until her eyes flutter closed and she screams out my name as her orgasm slams through her.

Releasing her breasts, I drag my hands down her body, and with one more closed-mouth kiss to her pussy, I turn my head and wipe my mouth against her thigh. Her legs fall open as I lift my shoulders from between her legs and climb up her body, thankful I stripped down before following her into bed. I glance at the clock on the nightstand and smirk.

“You look smug,” she pants drunkenly, out of breath and making my cock jerk, knowing I’m the reason she’s trying to catch her breath.

“I just made you come three times and even though I had your pussy wettin’ my lips for over an hour, I want more.”

“My heart is always goin’ to be racin’ around you, isn’t it?”

I smile at my wife as my hips start moving, gliding my thickness through her slickness, not entering her. She hisses each time the tip of my cock bumps her sensitive clit. “I hope so, darlin’.” Keeping my pace, I watch her dress move against her chest while I rock her body with my teasing. Her small tits jiggle slightly each time I thrust against her. The delicate fabric that goes around her shoulders to meet the strap across her back strains with each heavy breath. I wonder how hard I’d have to take her for those tits to break free of the fabric.

I come up on my knees and drink her in as I stroke my cock. The long skirt on her dress is bunched at her hips, her sex glistening in the low light, and those brown eyes I love are watching my fist as I work my length. When she moves quickly, it takes me a second to realize her mouth is suddenly around my cock and her tongue is swirling against the tip. Her hand wraps around mine, squeezing my stalled grip, and when I don’t move, she hums against my flesh. I grunt, clench my cheeks, and with my free hand brush her hair out of her face. Her hand squeezes me again and her eyes meet mine.