Cowboy 12 Pack
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“Just put it all the way in.”
He tsked and smacked her ass again. “You’re impatient, Miss Maguire. All in good time.”
Then he started rubbing his cock up and down her, teasing her clit and her asshole. Light, then hard, over and over. She had never felt so turned on.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he pushed his cock back inside her just an inch or two, and his thumb caressed her other hole.
“Hell, yes,” she replied. Desperate, she reached for her nipples and began playing with them herself.
“I can’t tell you how much that turns me on,” his voice was husky with need.
“Same here.”
His answering chuckle was rusty. “Believe me, darlin’, I’m torturing you as much as me. But I love it.”
She felt him push inside her again and pinched her nipples as he slid back out.
“Same here,” she finally said.
As his thumb pushed its way into her, she realized how little she knew about sex. Because that was turning her temperature up even higher. Then without warning, he impaled himself inside her pussy.
And TJ came. Screaming like a banshee. It was so intense, she actually saw stars in front of her eyes.
Hank pulled out of her, then rolled her over. She was like a rag doll. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
He leaned over and rubbed his mustache on her reddened nipples. Unbelievably, they perked right up, hungry for his attention.
“Did they miss me?”
“Terribly.”
He gave each nipple an equal amount of tongue laving, nipping and sucking while her pussy throbbed anew. Then he sat up and situated herself between her legs again.
“Time for the frontal massage.” He grinned.
“Oh, no. It’s my turn, cowboy.”
She struggled to sit up and get on her knees. Blood was zinging through her like a swarm of bumblebees. She wanted to return the favor.
She grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard. Her tongue was like a combatant in his mouth, conquering the foe.
“You lay down and let me give you a frontal massage.”
His eyes turned an even deeper shade of blue and she knew that she had him. He wanted it as much as she did.
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he laid himself down. TJ realized his feet hung off the bed. Poor Hank. Too big for the bed, like Goldilocks.
He was lying on the bed like a banquet table of goodies. TJ didn’t know where to start. He looked delicious all over. She decided to start with his nipples. She straddled his thighs, very close to his cock, leaned forward, very carefully rubbing her own nipples on his stomach. She licked his little nubbins and very lightly grazed them with her teeth.
She felt him jerk and his cock slapped against her stomach. She hid a grin and continued to torture his nipples. While she tortured herself with his hairy chest on her own sensitized nipples.
“How long you gonna play with those, woman?” He groaned.
“Got something else for me, big man?”
“Yup, a lollipop.”
She smiled at his obvious attempt at stupid humor. “I don’t take candy from strangers.”
“Cinnamon Girl, we are anything but strangers now. I promise you’ll like this lollipop.”
“Mmmm… I’ll bet I will. Might as well at least taste it.”
*
TJ WAS TORTURING him. Oh, not with a rack or a whip (not yet anyway), but torture all the same. She looked up at him with those green eyes bright with passion and he felt his heart skip a bit. Then she smiled and started kissing her way down his chest, her velvet-soft lips caressing as her tongue snaked out to lick.
His cock was waiting like a bull in the chute. Breathing fire and jumping. Lord have mercy, he had never wanted a woman so bad before.
When she finally got down to it, she kissed all around, over and above it, but ignored it. His inner thighs got a good licking. Then she reached out and lapped at his balls.
“My, but you are big all over, aren’t you?” came her husky whisper.
Then she started suckling his balls.
Goddamn!
She didn’t touch his cock, even with her fingers. Instead, she cupped his balls, licked, and suckled each one. It was the most erotic moment of his life. Talk about teasing. Talk about torture!
“Do you like this?” she asked.
He couldn’t make his mouth work, so he simply moaned loudly.
She chuckled and continued to torture his balls. Then she licked her way up to the base of his cock. It started twitching and heaving like a fish on the deck of a boat.
Lick it! Suck it! Do something!
He had never been harder in his life. Hell, he could probably break concrete with it! He squeezed his eyes shut against the ache of watching her.
She licked and kissed all around the base of his cock. Then her fingers started lightly scratching up and down, up and down. Her teeth nipped and he seethed with want.
Her pink tongue finally licked daintily up to the head of his cock like a hot little kitten.
“Mmmm. You’re right. I do like your lollipop.” She purred.
Then she took the head in her hot, wet mouth and suckled. He nearly threw her off the bed as he jumped and jerked. Then her mouth slid a bit lower, then back up to pop him out of her mouth. She licked all around the head, lapping up the wetness squeezing out the tip.
Then she took him in her mouth again. Her agile tongue licked while her lips slid up and down, lower and lower. Her hand found his balls again while she pressed and caressed his asshole with one finger.
He barely had a coherent thought in his head. His body positively pulsed with need. She suckled, licked and nibbled him, at one point nearly taking him entirely in her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. She swallowed and the sensation made him grip the bed with his hands to keep from coming.
“Are you close?” she whispered.
“Yesssss.”
She started sucking him in earnest then. Her hands were busy with his balls, which had tightened up like walnuts, and his ass, which was puckering around her finger.
He opened his eyes and watched. She slid her mouth up, leaving a wet trail on his cock. Her tongue never stopped moving. Each time it got to the head of his cock, she whirled, lapped and licked until he thought he’d go mad.
“Please,” he said raggedly.
TJ continued to give him the most incredible blowjob of his life. She sucked and licked harder and harder, until he felt his orgasm rising.
“I’m coming,” he warned, seconds before his whole body froze with an intense pleasure that radiated out like ripples in a pond. She sucked and licked, prolonging his orgasm until he felt his vision begin to gray around the edges.
As the waves began to recede, she finally let him loose. After one last long lick, she kissed him, then crawled up to lie next to him. He lifted one arm with a great bit of effort, and she snuggled up, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Jesus, woman. I think I’m going to have to marry you.”
Chapter Seven
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FOR A MOMENT, TJ was speechless. She looked into his big blue eyes and tried to determine if he was serious. She couldn’t tell and that threw her into a panic. Unfortunately, TJ could never leave a question unasked.
“If you think that’s funny, I’ll knock you into next week, Henry Beltane. What the hell did that mean?”
Hank looked a little pale and opened his mouth to speak, then changed his mind. He sat up in the bed and looked down at her.
“What if I was serious?” he asked.
Her heart did a traitorous flip, then her common sense kicked it back into place. “I… Well… Hell, I don’t know. What if this is part and parcel of you trying to get me to change the disqualification? I haven’t forgotten about that you know.”
His jaw hardened and she could practically hear his teeth grind together.
“Is that what you think this was?”
“You don’t have a big ass. But your mouth… Well, I’m not going to dispute that one.”
She felt the sting of his words and her mouth seemed to grow larger.
“I have good reason for that. You’ve been trying to get me to change the disqualification from the second we met. You can’t blame me for being suspicious. You’re just a cowboy. Next week you’ll be at another rodeo and I’ll be another dot in your rearview mirror.”
Hank stared a moment longer, then jumped out of the bed. The sexual spell between them was broken and they both knew it. He went over to the clothes strewn on the floor and started picking up his. TJ had the sinking feeling she had just thrown away something she shouldn’t have.
“Hank, listen, sometimes things pop out of my mouth and my foot ends up in their place.”
He stopped in the middle of buttoning his jeans and looked at her. She could see a combination of frustration, hurt and anger in his eyes. All of which she had incited.
“Please don’t leave angry. I like you, Hank. More than I should. It’s just that I have trouble trusting men, especially cowboys.”
He walked back to the bed and sat down next to her. He reached out and touched her cheek with one hand.
“I can’t stay here right now. I’m liable to say something we’ll both regret.”
With one last hard, angry kiss to her mouth, and a brief sweep of his hair on her bare breasts, he scooped up the rest of his clothes and left the hotel room.
TJ stared at the closed door for a long time before she roused herself enough to take a shower. Then she crawled into her lonely bed and went to sleep, with only her distrust for company.
*
THE NEXT MORNING, TJ woke in a foul mood. She hadn’t slept well, and when she had slept, she’d had erotic, hot dreams about Hank. Each time she woke, she remembered how she had practically kicked him out of the bed.
It was just so hard to believe he was attracted to her. She couldn’t trust her heart. She’d never had much use for it. Until now. Until Henry Beltane crashed into her world.
She spent the day in the hotel room since it was Sunday, watching infomercials, crappy old movies and Seinfeld reruns. She was a pitiful mole-like creature and was ashamed to admit that she ate nothing but Diet Coke and Cheetos all day. She was miserable and lonely.
She didn’t even know how to call Hank and apologize. Or ask him to come back. Or ask him to marry her.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
She’d only known him a little more than a week! One tumble in the hay and she was ready to say “I do”?
Her thoughts were chaotic and rambling. She decided to ignore both her head and her heart and wallow in self-pity. Sunday the thirteenth was a day of hotel hell.
Monday morning rolled around with a vengeance. When she went out into the bright California sunshine, she was dismayed to realize it was already nearly eighty degrees and it wasn’t even nine in the morning. It promised to be another scorcher. It just wasn’t right. Too hot for November! For Pete’s sake, it was Thanksgiving in another week and a half!
She had another conference with the High Impact PR firm at ten, so she needed to hightail it over to the Mission Viejo Ranch. She wanted at least a little bit of time to compose her sorry self into some semblance of order so she didn’t look like a forlorn lover. Which is what she was. Dammit.
Mentally slapping herself, she walked—or rather, stalked—over to her truck. There sitting on the hood was a steaming coffee and another small bag, which no doubt held a cinnamon bun.
A note was under the cup. She pulled it out to read “For my sweet Cinnamon Girl. Meet me at Monty’s for dinner at six. Hank.”
Unaccountably, TJ felt four hundred times better than she had when she’d walked out the door. Her heart was lighter, and even her head had stopped pounding.
TJ had a date tonight.
*
HANK FELT LIKE an eighteen-year-old on his first date. He was determined it was only going to be dates until she trusted his motives. No more—God have mercy on him for this—sex until then.
He was waiting for her outside Monty’s in a clean pair of Wranglers, a button-up shirt and his best turquoise-and-black string tie. He’d even cleaned his boots and polished them. In his hand, he had a single yellow rose bud.
His mother had loved yellow roses. She used to sing that corny old song to him all the time. Now he didn’t think it was so corny. He wanted to give her something romantic. He almost pitched it into the big red trashcan outside Monty’s, but he saw her truck pull into the parking lot and knew she’d already seen him.
She stopped the truck and sat in it for a full minute before she got out. Hank felt his balls tighten with need at the sight of her. She was dressed in a pair of white jeans and a bright blue peasant blouse that sat on her shoulders. It had an elastic neck that begged him to pull it down and free her breasts from their constraints.
He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans as his cock began to rise to the occasion.
Down, boy!
As she walked toward him, he forced himself to hold her gaze when what he really wanted to do was throw her back in the truck and have his wicked way with her. She almost looked shy. No, it couldn’t be. Not TJ Maguire.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
She looked down at herself and then back up at him. “Thanks. I didn’t…um, thanks. You look pretty spiffy yourself.”
He smiled and held out the rose. Her eyes widened and she stared at it, but didn’t take it.
“TJ?”
“Huh? Oh, is that for me?”
He wanted to slap her forehead for her. “Yup, sure is.”
She slowly reached out and took it from him. He thought he was seeing things when he saw her hand shake.
“Thank you.” She buried her freckly nose in the bud and sniffed. “It smells beautiful.”
Hank reached out and pulled her toward him. She didn’t protest or make a peep, so he wound her in until they were thigh-to-thigh and chest-to-chest. Damn, did she feel good. His cock was definitely knocking on the door wanting in.
“You look good enough to eat,” he whispered in her ear as he started nibbling on her cute little lobe.
“So do you.”
He jerked at the reminder of how talented TJ’s tongue was. To hell with dinner.
“I can’t wait too long, Tessa. I have been in pain all day thinking about you. Please tell me this isn’t just a platonic date. I’ll fall down dead on the spot.”
She chuckled huskily. “Can we eat first? I haven’t eaten anything all day…except for a cinnamon bun.”
He groaned and started nipping at her neck. She pushed him away and waved her finger in front of his face.
“I’m going to think you’re only after one thing, Buttercup.”
He smiled and tried to get her neck again, but she sidestepped and avoided him. “What’s that, Red?”
“Me. Naked.”
He groaned and made a grab for her again.
“It’s been two whole days. Take pity on me.”
She frowned and the teasing light in her eyes faded. “I didn’t know how to call you, Hank. I don’t even know your number.”
Hank felt awful that he hadn’t even considered it. He’d spent the entire day Sunday working with his horse, Charlie, and some of the bulls at the Mission Viejo Ranch. He worked himself into a stupor so he didn’t think about TJ. Not that he was successful. He still woke up hard enough to ache for hours.
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” He frowned as he opened his arms for her. “Forgive me.”
“Not yet, but I’m working on it.”
She walked past him into the restaurant. Hank cursed vividly at her continuing aloofness. While he did, fervently
, want her to remove the disqualification, he wasn’t going to ask her again. She knew what he wanted and it was up to her to change it or not.
Hank followed her into Monty’s and tried to forget why he had decided to seduce TJ Maguire. He wasn’t too proud of it, and wished like hell he could go back and undo it.
*
TJ WAS NERVOUS. It was the first time she’d ever really gone on a date with a guy instead of simply hooking up after a rodeo. She hadn’t had a normal adolescence, what with being on the road nine months of the year, and dating had never been a high priority.
She’d had a tutor and had attended school in the off months. She had missed her high school prom and graduation. She wasn’t socially dysfunctional, but she was riding the line.
Hank looked so good, she thought she’d embarrass herself by throwing her arms around him and dragging him off to screw his brains out. Just being around him, smelling his unique scent, was enough to make her very slippery between her legs. She was already aching with need. She figured she had it bad, all right. She had gone and fallen in love with a cowboy.
She watched him while they ate. The way he wiped his mustache after every bite. He was a gentleman, not an ignorant bonehead like the rest of the cowboys she’d hooked up with. So the question was, what did she do about it?
After they’d finished their pizza, they stepped back outside into the twilight. TJ decided to stop thinking so damn much and simply let herself go. She grabbed hold of his arm and slid herself into his embrace. She leaned up and kissed him as if he were going away to war.
After a surprised moment of hesitation, he leaned into the kiss, scraping his tongue back and forth across her teeth, on the roof of her mouth, below her tongue. She felt her body rise, flush with desire and passion. She hung onto his shoulders, digging into the muscles, conveying with her body what her mouth could not speak.
Hank, it appeared, got the message.
“If you don’t want me to take you right here on the street and shock the hell out of Monty, we’d better stop.”
She moaned her denial and continued to assault his mouth. He resisted for a split second, then gave in and grabbed her again. TJ didn’t know how long they stood there, lost in the passion that flared as hot as a sunspot.