Catch Me a Cowboy (Wattle Valley, #1)

by Jacquie Underdown

  Another growl came from his throat. ‘You taste so fucking good.’

  She closed her eyes to feel him more deeply and let his wicked words caress her. Well and truly had she established, in the bedroom, Wil was not a gentleman, and she didn’t want him to be. She loved his cheeky tongue, in more ways than one.

  Emily’s breaths were coming faster, harder to pull air in. With each flicker of his tongue over her clit, the ache intensified. She gripped his hair as his head bobbed between her legs and thrust her pelvis, desperate for more as the precipice zoomed into focus. She was falling, fast, and she didn’t know if she could pull herself back from the edge, stop herself from diving into the blissful current awaiting her.

  Intuiting she was on the verge, he slowed then eased his mouth away, pulling her back. He climbed up her body and kissed her, gentling the pace until his tongue was slowly, deeply fucking her mouth. She had never wanted to be filled so much than she did in that moment, and she needed it to be Wil.

  He pulled away and peered into her eyes. She couldn’t look away from him, entranced by this incredible man. ‘You want this, Em?’

  She nodded and said quickly, ‘Yes.’

  He kissed her once on the lips, then reached into the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a condom. He tore the wrapper between his teeth. Watching him fisting himself as he rolled the rubber onto his thick shaft, his chest broad with muscle and his arms dense, was erotic. She was wet and swollen, so ready for him.

  Lowering his body on her, she loved the feel of his weight, though he was holding most of it on his elbows and forearms that were perched on the mattress beside her head. She reached for his erection and directed it between her thighs. The head prodded against her entrance and slid slowly inside until she was full of him. His size made her clench as she attempted to adjust to him.

  He groaned feeling it. ‘Oh, Em, you’ll have me blowing before we start.’

  She took a deep breath, relaxing around him, fitting to him, and he began to move inside her. A long slide back before he thrust into her again. Her back arched, and her nipples peaked against his chest. He cantered again, releasing then sliding hard back in, filling her to the hilt.

  ‘Feel. So. Good,’ she managed, bucking to meet his next stroke.

  His mouth covered hers as they moved together, creating their own momentum, their unique synchronicity that built the pleasure, the aching tension, between them.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her fingers clawed his unyielding muscles. He pushed himself inside her, harder, deeper and she met him, stroke for stroke. Wanting, demanding his pleasure, her release. His hot breath was at her ear, whispering wicked things.

  Waves formed deep. The friction of his cock pumping into her was too much and her body took over, thrusting upwards, taking more of him until she shook. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, his back, she came hard, clenching around him, her core rhythmically throbbing. Her head rolled back, a moan falling from her throat as pleasure stormed through her.

  Wil’s thrusts quickened, hard, rocking her body. His thick arms tensed, his stomach tightened and he groaned and shuddered as he spilt his seed deep inside her. His rushed exhales became the air she breathed. He was a part of her now. He nestled his face in the curve of her neck until their chests ceased heaving then rolled off and onto his back beside Emily.

  He took care of the condom and snuggled in beside her. She lifted her head on his chest and they laid together for a long while until her lazy blinks brought a moment of sleep.

  A kiss on her forehead was what woke her, and Wil’s hand stroking along the length of her arm. She was warm and blissfully content in his arms—never wanted to be anywhere else.

  ‘If I fall asleep, I’ll never get up,’ he said.

  ‘I don’t ever want to leave your arms.’

  ‘Hmm, that’s an enticing scenario.’

  ‘I don’t want to go back to the show where I have to share you. I want things to be normal.’

  He stroked his hand over her forehead. ‘I know. Me too. Not long now. We’ll get through this, Em.’

  She nodded but sighed. ‘Yeah. We will.’

  ‘Come on. Let’s hop up and have some dinner. I’m starving.’

  She smiled against his chest. ‘Sure.’

  Chapter 35

  Wil prepared a dinner of steak and salad and they ate it from their laps on the couch in front of the fire. He was still vibrating from the moment they just shared in his bedroom and his thoughts were consumed with images of Emily’s body. Her beautiful curves blew his mind, made him harder than he’d been since a teenager. His gaze drifted to her, to the dress hiding the amazing body beneath.

  ‘You passed the first bonk test,’ she said with a cheeky grin.

  Wil arched a brow. ‘Pardon?’

  She laughed. ‘I made the decision, after the duds I’ve shared my bed with, that if it wasn’t good for both of us after the first round, then there were no more chances.’

  Wil chuckled. ‘Fair enough. Life’s too short for bad sex.’ Not that he’d ever had “bad” sex, and before Emily, he’d certainly never had mind-blowing sex either. And now that he had experienced how good it could get, he wanted more. Much more.

  He shifted on his seat, his shaft swelling just thinking about sex with Emily again.

  ‘Exactly.’

  ‘And I’m glad I passed. So that means I get seconds?’

  She smiled and chewed on her bottom lip, looking at him from under her lashes. He wanted to lean over and nip that lip. ‘Yes. It does.’

  They finished their meal and carried their plates and cutlery to the kitchen. Emily took his from him and placed them in the sink before turning on the taps and rinsing them. She was so beautiful, her tall curvaceous body, and looked perfect in his home. Hell, she’d look perfect anywhere she went. Particularly perfect between his sheets.

  He went to her, his hands on her waist as she placed dishes on the drying rack.

  ‘Wil Parker, are you after something?’

  His shaft was already solid. He nudged it against her arse and sucked in a hard gasp of air to feel the pleasure her round cheeks had on the tip of his dick. He was ready for her again. He would be ready for her all night if given the opportunity.

  Wil pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, her shoulder, and slid his hands down her waist, hips, to her thighs. With her height and frame, she was a worthy opponent. He didn’t worry about hurting her like he had with some of the petite women he’d dated in the past. He was able to lose himself in Emily and she met him, his demands, eagerly, and that drove him wild.

  ‘Let me fuck you,’ he growled against her ear.

  She spun until her back was against the kitchen cabinet and faced him. Looking up into his eyes with that honey-brown gaze of hers, she whispered, voice hoarse, ‘You sure say it how it is.’

  ‘There’s no room for social politeness here.’

  She shook her head. ‘I can tell. Not one to mince your words.’

  He cupped her jaw with his hands and leant his face closer. ‘Not where you’re concerned. I can barely think when you make me feel like this, let alone pretend. Because I am going to fuck you right now. Not make love. But fuck. Hard. I can’t be gentle, Em. I have to have you. Right here.’

  Her lips parted, her eyes searching his face. But she didn’t say anything. He didn’t need her to, he could see the desire in her features, hear it in her shortened breaths. He could be a gentleman when the time called for it, but he could also be primal. Now was not the time or place for gentlemanly actions or words.

  He pushed his hands under her dress and found the waistband of her knickers, then tugged them down her thighs and she stepped out of them. Gripping her waist, he shifted her along the bench until there was a clear space behind her, then lifted her up onto it.

  Hands to her knees he pushed her thighs apart and stood between them. His heart was thundering, his cock straining hard against his jeans, eager to push
inside her. He’d had a taste of how it felt earlier and that only made his need stronger.

  He undid his top button, pulled the zip down, and released his shaft from his underwear. Her scent was still all over him and it rocketed through his senses, amplifying the lust in his guts. He couldn’t wait, he had to take her right now.

  ‘Are you on the pill?’ he growled.

  She nodded.

  He thrust himself between her thighs, deep into her, and groaned to feel the pressure of her walls clenching around him. He pulled out a little then shoved inside again. Already it felt like he could burst, but knew he wouldn’t, not after coming so soon. His body would grant him time to experience the pleasure.

  His mouth closed over hers and her legs wrapped around his waist, those boots firmly around his hips. She was needy and not afraid to show it. He fucking loved that. He thrust harder, in, out, in, out, adoring the silky slide of his cock in that hot, tight crevice.

  She groaned against his mouth then pulled back and nipped at his lower lip. He tasted blood, felt a sharp burst of pain. His stomach tightened, his cock grew even harder if that was at all possible. She sucked hard at his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. Her fingers dug into his back. Christ! Did she know what that did to him? He looked at her face and saw the devilish glint in her eyes—she knew exactly what he liked.

  Oh, fuck. He pushed his hand under her arse and rolled her hips forward to meet his next thrust, the next, the next, harder into her, losing himself. The rumblings of an orgasm sounded in his loins.

  ‘Oh … fuck you all night long … tight little …’ His words were a growl against her lips as he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, sucking and sliding.

  Her body tightened under his hands; she bucked wildly against him, clenching around his shaft. Oh hell. He was not going to be able to hold on. Not when her scorching body was vibrating around him and those sounds coming from her mouth, desperate mewls and harsh breaths.

  She threw her head back and moaned and Wil exploded into her, jerking as he pulsed his seed deep inside. His vision hazed, his heart thundered and flesh burned. ‘Emily,’ he growled against her ear as the last remnants of come and pleasure pulsed.

  He cupped her face and rested his forehead against hers, sucking in deep breaths.

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ came the sound of a female voice behind him.

  His head whipped around to see Billi.

  Wil could not believe his ex-wife was standing in his kitchen while he had his dick still inside Emily. All the bliss he felt just seconds before as he came deep inside her, fled the moment he looked at Billi. Bloody hell.

  What the hell was she doing here?

  His face was contorted with his quickening rage. ‘Get out of here,’ he yelled, louder than he anticipated. Emily’s breaths were rushed and her movements quick against him as she attempted to cover herself from the eyes of this intrusion.

  ‘I knocked,’ said Billi, turning her head so she faced away from them. ‘No one answered. The door was open—’

  ‘Not quite the moment to be explaining yourself. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

  ‘Right. Yes. Of course,’ she said and strode from the kitchen.

  Wil sighed. ‘I am so sorry about that.’

  Emily’s eyes were narrowed, her brow furrowed. It contradicted the gorgeous flush she had earned from their romp. ‘Who is she?’

  He closed his eyes as he pulled out from her. ‘My ex-wife.’

  ‘Oh. Does she visit, unannounced, often?’

  He pulled up his underwear and shook his head. ‘She hasn’t stepped foot in this place for three years.’

  Emily climbed off the bench and bent to pick up her knickers. ‘Pregnant.’

  Wil nodded.

  ‘What’s she doing here?’

  Wil clasped the button on his jeans and yanked up the zip. ‘I don’t know.’ He went to her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and pressed a kiss to her lips. ‘Give me five minutes to find out what’s going on.’

  Emily nodded.

  He strode out of the kitchen and found Billi sitting on the couch in the living room. Her head snapped up when she heard his footsteps. He was still shirtless. Barefoot.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m so embarrassed.’

  ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, taking a seat beside her.

  She shook her head. ‘I guess it doesn’t matter now.’

  He breathed in deeply, trying to contain his anger. ‘Billi, don’t jerk me around. Why are you here?’

  She rubbed her hand over her swollen belly and frowned. ‘I guess you heard that Gerry and I have separated.’

  He nodded.

  ‘It’s for the best. We weren’t working out. We never really have. Not like …’ She looked him in the eyes. ‘Not like you and I did. I was so stupid to leave you, Wil.’

  ‘Yeah, well, a bit late for regrets.’

  She nodded and sighed. ‘I know. But I still do. I regret everything. We were so happy. We could have had a good life together.’

  ‘Again, a bit late to be telling me this.’

  She swept a hand through her hair. ‘Are you serious about that woman in there?’

  ‘That’s none of your business. It’s bad enough you broke into my house unannounced and saw that.’

  She lowered her head and shook it. ‘Yes. It didn’t feel good to see you intimate with another woman.’

  He did laugh this time. Sardonically. ‘What, did you think I was going to remain celibate my entire life because you decided another man was more suited to your needs?’

  ‘Of course not.’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Is she one of the contestants for this show you’re doing?’

  ‘Again, none of your business. Look, I’m sorry you came all the way out here, but you really have to leave. I’ve got a guest and I’m being rude ignoring her so I can chat with my ex-wife.’

  She winced when he said the words ex-wife, but he had no sympathy. He had done more than wince when she cheated on him then demanded he fund her and Gerry’s future life together.

  Billi nodded and pushed up from the couch. ‘Fine.’

  He stood too. ‘Look, I’m sorry about your current circumstances, but it’s got nothing to do with me anymore. Your life is your life. You made your bed.’

  Tears formed in her eyes and his stomach clenched. He didn’t mean to make her cry. Damn it. But was it his responsibility to help her out? Was it his responsibility to feel empathy for her? No. It wasn’t. She couldn’t come into his life after all this time and demand it of him.

  He sighed deeply, his shoulders rolling forwards. ‘Billi, please, I have to ask that you leave. And you can’t come back here.’

  Her eyes widened.

  ‘I know that sounds harsh, but, honestly, you have no idea what pain you’ve caused me over the years and I find it hard to even look at you. I won’t have you coming back here and trying to dig your claws in again.’

  ‘Claws?’ she shrieked.

  He wasn’t getting into a fight. This woman played no part in his life anymore. There was no reason whatsoever for her to be standing in his living room. ‘Just leave. I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go.’ He pointed to the door.

  She nodded, pulling her shoulders back. ‘Fuck you, Wil Parker. I wish I never met you.’

  He didn’t acknowledge that.

  She stormed away and he didn’t relax until he heard the front door slam.

  He went to the door and locked it, which he would remember to do from now on, though he didn’t anticipate she’d be back.

  Emily was still in the kitchen, leaning back against the bench. She offered a strained smile when he entered the room. ‘Everything okay?’

  He nodded. ‘Fine.’

  She stepped closer and looked up at him. ‘Are you okay?’

  ‘Yeah. I’m good.’ And he genuinely was. He knew, in the past, that visit would have shaken him to the core, but he was shown that he was well and truly over Billi. />
  Emily wrapped her arms around him and he cuddled her, breathing in her warmth and comfort. Emily was his future. He knew that now with every part of his soul. He kissed her lips and smiled as he looked into her beautiful eyes, for no other reason than because he was happy.

  Chapter 36

  ‘I am falling for Wil so damn hard, I can barely breathe.’

  Xanthi’s squeal sounded through the mobile. Emily had to pull it away from her ear. ‘Oh. My. God. Are you serious?’

  ‘So serious. I spent last night alone with him and it was more than I could ever have imagined.’

  ‘You slept with him?’ Her words were fast and urgent.

  ‘Yep.’

  ‘How was he?’

  ‘Ah-mazing.’

  ‘Did he talk dirty again?’

  Emily smiled and shifted the mobile to her other ear. ‘Ah-ha. And boy do I love that filthy mouth of his.’

  ‘Ooooooh. I want a dirty talking cowboy.’

  Emily laughed. ‘You’ve got a husband. Let me have something here.’

  ‘So you are serious about him?’

  ‘Yes. I am.’

  ‘I’m so happy for you! So what’s next?’

  Emily leant back against the tree, letting the darkness of the night enclose her. ‘Today we had a group lunch, then this afternoon was another elimination. We’re down to five girls. Next week, we’re to have a super-date then another elimination. After that, we meet his family.’ She giggled. ‘But I’ve already done that.’

  ‘Sounds like fun. Who would have guessed you were going to find an amazing man on Catch Me a Cowboy?’

  ‘I know. Go figure.’

  ‘A “thank you” would suffice.’

  Emily laughed. ‘Thank you, Xanthi, for kicking my butt and making me take the leap.’

  ‘You’re very welcome.’

  They said their goodbyes and Emily snuck back into the cottage. Inside was still, quiet, with only a few girls left. The end of this show was on the horizon, and Emily thought if she reached out far enough she may be able to touch the outskirts of it, feel the bright, warm edges found there. But some hidden place inside her, pulled her back, covered her eyes. A whispered mumble said that she wasn’t ready to see what was there yet. She dutifully obeyed. No use getting ahead of herself.