“You feel like heaven on earth, woman.” Luke’s cock was as hard as steel, hard enough that he was sure he could thrust into his woman forever.
He had almost paused when from under the brim of his Stetson he’d seen Skylar open the door, catching him getting it on with her younger sister. But when Trinity hadn’t said anything, and Skylar had just continued standing there like she was hypnotized, Luke hadn’t been able to stop.
Hell, if the boss lady got off on seeing Trinity and him going at it, let her watch.
Luke focused on the beautiful woman that he was driving into. Damn but he loved how she took him. “Your ass is so tight. Everything about you feels good.”
“Oh, God.” Trinity cried out again with yet another climax.
His balls drew up, tightening in a rush, and then his orgasm sped through him like a bull out of a rodeo chute. He bellowed as he came, every part of his body throbbing in time with his pulsating cock, adrenaline rushing through him and making him feel so high that he was positive that sex with Trinity was some new kind of aphrodisiac.
From the corner of his sex-fogged brain, Luke suddenly realized he’d screwed up big time. Holding back a groan, he rested his forehead between Trinity’s shoulder blades.
He’d just done something he’d never done before. From the time his dad had taken him to that whorehouse in Reno and Luke had lost his cherry to the well-worn brunette, he’d always used protection. Always.
But this time, with the one woman who really mattered to him, he’d forgotten to use a condom.
Trinity sighed with pleasure as Luke braced his hands to either side of her, pressing his chest to her back. Her core continued to contract from her multiple orgasms, and his cock still felt fine right where it was.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured near her ear and he kissed her softly. She could feel the sweat running down his face and chest and mingling with her own.
“Why?” Trinity wriggled her hips and she swore she felt him harden inside her ass. “That was better than I’d imagined.”
“I didn’t protect you.” Luke sighed and eased his cock out. “I forgot to use a condom.”
“Yeah... that makes two of us.” Trinity grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the shelf above the desk, and handed them to Luke when she turned to face him. “Forgetting protection was as much my fault as it was yours.”
Instead of cleaning himself first, Luke picked up Trinity by her waist and set her on the desk. “It was my job,” he muttered as he pressed her thighs apart and gently started wiping the flood of juices. “I’ve never lost my head like that before. I promised to protect you, and I screwed up.”
“I went kind of crazy, too.” Trinity smiled and took off his Stetson so that she could see his face as he swiped at her folds with the tissues. “Just don’t give me any of that ‘I’ll do the right thing’ bullshit,” she added as she put his hat onto her own head. The Stetson was so big it slipped down over her eyes, blocking her view of him.
“Hey.” Luke stopped cleaning her and pushed up the brim of the hat with one hand, while moving between her thighs at the same time. He tossed the tissues into the wastebasket beside, then caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. “I thought I made it clear I don’t intend to let you go.”
An almost shy smile curved the corner of his mouth as he added, “If we just made a baby together, I’ll be the proudest daddy there ever was. You got that?”
An amazing array of feelings swirled through Trinity as she stared up at her man. She barely knew him, yet she felt like they were interlocking pieces that fit perfectly together.
And wow, the way he was looking at her, the way he talked about having a baby together... omigod.
Jeez. What had one of her first thoughts been when she’d met this man?
Can I have your baby, too?
Trinity reached up and wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck while pulling his head down until his lips met hers. Their kiss was slow and sensuous as they tasted one another as if for the first time. Gentle strokes of their tongues and light nips with their teeth.
When they finally pulled apart, Trinity slid her hands into Luke’s thick brown hair. “You have hat hair.” She gave him a teasing grin while she fluffed a few sweaty strands. “And cowboy forehead,” she added as she observed his face was grimy from a day working the ranch, but his forehead was free of dirt from where his hat had rested.
Luke returned her grin and brushed away a streak of dirt on her cheek. “I’d say we could both use a shower.”
Easing her hands through the light sprinkling of hair on his muscular chest, Trinity nodded her agreement. “I’ll bet we can come up with some interesting ways to get each other squeaky clean.”
“I do like the way you think.” He chuckled and reached across her to grab a few more tissues out of the box. His hard biceps brushed her nipples and she tingled all over from the contact.
He straightened and wiped her juices and his come from his now semi-erect but still impressively sized member. “There’s something you probably ought to know.”
Luke’s remark barely registered as she watched him handling his cock. The sight of his thick length in his own hand was something she found unbelievably arousing and she could already imagine him sliding into her again.
His voice lowered. “Your sister walked in on us.”
“M-hmm,” she murmured. But then she realized what he’d said and her gaze shot up to meet his. “You saw Skylar?”
He raised a brow as he tossed the rest of the spent tissues into the waste can. “Out of the corner of my eye.”
Trinity reached for Luke’s chaps and pulled him closer between her thighs, needing to feel him next to her. “This is sure going to make things awkward.”
That sexy smile of his just about turned her to mush as he settled his hands at her waist. “Not a thing wrong with what we’re doing.”
When Trinity nodded, his hat slipped over her eyes and Luke had to grin. She looked so sexy in nothing but his Stetson that it was all he could do to hold back from taking her again, right now.
She pushed the hat up and he could see her green gaze. “I—I used to spy on Skylar and Zack.” Color rose in her cheeks as she spoke. “Back when they first dated.”
“You watched your sister and Zack?” Now that was interesting.
Trinity waved one hand toward the east. “Up in those mountains, behind the ranch. They had a special spot, and I found a cave nearby, where I could hide and watch.”
“Oh, yeah?” He grinned at the image of his woman watching another couple having sex.
Trinity’s face was so red that the light dusting of freckles across her nose stood out like copper sprinkles.
He swooped down to kiss her, hard.
“Hell,” he murmured as he pulled back, his erection jutting up again. “You’ve always been a hot little thing, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” she whispered against his lips. “But I’ve never been like I am around you. I want you again. Right now.”
Luke released her to slide his fingers into his front pocket and pulled out one of the three condoms he’d stashed there.
Her gaze met his, surprise in her eyes. “You carry those things around with you when you’re working the ranch?”
“You bet your pretty ass.” He gave a slow nod. “Every minute since that night at the hot tub.”
“Real good answer, cowboy.” She took the package from him and tore it open. “Real good answer.”
Anticipation and excitement skittered through Trinity as she rolled the condom down Luke’s huge erection. When she released him, he moved the head of his cock to the opening to her core, and in one quick, hard stroke he buried himself inside her again.
Right where she wanted him.
Right where he was supposed to be.
She moaned as she dug her fingernails into his biceps and wiggled her hips. “God that feels good.”
“Grab onto me and hang on,”
Luke said as he slid his hands under her ass.
Trinity’s pulse doubled as she obeyed and he easily picked her up off the desk, their bodies fused together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. His torso was rock hard against her chest and belly, and his chaps and jeans were rough against the sensitive flesh of her ass and thighs.
Luke’s gaze locked with hers as he used his powerful muscles to move her along his length.
Trinity had a hard time forming a coherent thought, so exquisite was the feel of him riding her on his cock like she weighed next to nothing. With every thrust he hit that pleasure center deep inside her, and it was about to send her over the edge. “You like me like this—helpless in your arms?” she asked, her words coming out in rough gasps.
“Oh, yeah.” His voice was hard yet filled with sensuality.
Trinity gave in completely to the sensations of him taking her while he was standing. He lowered his head and grasped one of her nipples between his teeth, and she moaned. When she tilted her head back and arched her breasts toward him, begging for more, his Stetson tumbled off her head and onto the desk behind her.
She’d had so many orgasms, Trinity didn’t think she’d be able to come again so quickly. But in only moments she shot toward the peak and screamed as she toppled right on over the summit.
Luke followed her moments later. As his cock pulsed inside her, she rested her head against his chest. He held her close and murmured, “I’m never letting you go, sugar. You can count on that.”
This time, Trinity didn’t feel any urge to argue at all.
***
By the time Luke and Trinity had dressed and left the barn, it was well past dinnertime and warm yellow light glowed through the curtains of the ranch house. Trinity had stalled as much as possible, enjoying every moment of their time together, not wanting to leave her cowboy stud.
A sense of belonging—feelings of being wanted and of being home—surged through Trinity when Luke draped his arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the house. The night was still, the gentle lowing of cattle floating from the corrals along with a horse’s whinny in the distance. Her steps slowed when they approached the front porch, and she wished the two of them could just take off and spend time somewhere, anywhere alone.
What would it be like to wake up in Luke’s strong arms? To feel his big body wrapped around hers?
“Sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” The low rumble of Luke’s voice tickled her ear, bringing her back to the moment and to the cowboy at her side.
Trinity shook her head and felt his lips brush over her hair. “I think I’d rather face my sister alone and get it over with.”
He squeezed her tighter to him while they walked up the front porch steps and he said, “No regrets.”
When they came to a stop on the porch, Trinity tilted her head back and smiled up at Luke. “The only regret I have is that we didn’t lock the door.”
“I was too anxious to get inside you.” The corner of his mouth quirked and his words made her knees weak. “And now I can’t wait to get you back into my bed.”
Trinity slid her arms around his neck and reached up to brush her lips along his jaw line. “We didn’t exactly make it into bed, you know.” Smells of their sex and sweat filled her senses, making her ache. Where Luke was concerned she was insatiable.
He gave a soft chuckle as he settled his palms on her hips. “No, we sure didn’t.” Sliding his hands lower, he cupped her ass and squeezed. “But we sure as hell had some fun.”
Trinity purred as Luke pressed his hips against hers and she felt the hard line of his cock. He was just as insatiable as she was. She felt sore and well ridden in all locations, and yet she couldn’t wait to saddle up that cowboy and take him out for another hard ride.
He gave her a soft lingering kiss that left her breathless and wanting more. It took all her strength to force herself to break away from him. “I—I’d better get inside.”
Luke raised his hand to her ear and skimmed his knuckles along the row of gold earrings. “Sure you don’t want me to come?”
Oh, she wanted him all right. And she could think of lots of ways for him to come.
Instead she caught his hand in hers and pressed it close to her cheek. He opened his hand and she turned to press her lips against his palm and flicked her tongue against the callused skin.
Luke’s fingers shot into her hair and he dragged her to him for a bruising kiss. He bit at her lower lip, just hard enough to cause her to cry out in surprise.
“Damn, woman,” he muttered when he finally released her. “I’m tempted to haul you off and have another go.”
Oh, my.
“In fact, I think I know exactly where I’d like to go.” Now the man had the devil in his eyes. “You take me to that spot on the mountains, where you used to spy on your sister. You take me to the cave where you learned about sex, and we’ll see what all you remember.”
Trinity’s knees wobbled as she backed away.
That was just about the most erotic proposal she’d ever had.
Going to have wild sex in that place—
Damn.
It didn’t get any more perfect-fantasy than that.
“I’ll meet you in the barn tomorrow, in front of Dancer’s stall.” She opened the front door with one hand, her eyes still fixed on Luke as she slipped into the house. Just before she shut the door, she gave him a sultry smile and said, “I’ll bring lunch. You bring the condoms.”
Chapter 25
Holding her breath, as if that might help her slip inside without being noticed, Trinity shut the door quietly behind her. Yes, she needed to face her sister and get it over with, but first she’d like to shower and change. She smelled like sweat and sex and barn dust, and she knew she looked like hell.
Of course Skylar had just seen her looking a lot wilder.
She released her breath and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Jeez. At least when she had spied on Skylar and Zack, they’d never caught her.
Pausing for a moment, she listened for sounds from the kitchen and heard nothing. After she quietly kicked her shoes off at the front door, Trinity walked as silently as possible through the living room. The tile felt cool beneath her sock-covered feet as she stole down the hallway and passed Skylar’s and Zack’s closed bedroom door.
She slipped away into her own bedroom, locked the door behind her, then stripped off her soiled clothing and tossed it all into the hamper in the adjoining bathroom. While she ran the shower until the room filled with steam, memories of her wild evening with Luke continued to scroll through her mind.
Gripes.
No doubt she was becoming some kind of sex fiend. That’s all she’d been able to think about from the moment she’d met Luke. Not to mention that tonight she’d gotten off by knowing Skylar had watched them.
Water pelted Trinity’s skin as she climbed into the shower, the warmth chasing away the sweat of exercise and sex. From head to toe her muscles had the pleasant ache of being well used and sweetly tender, all over her body. Even her ass felt different—like she missed Luke’s cock there, too.
The comforting smell of her peach-scented shampoo filled her senses as she squirted a generous dollop into her hand and then washed her hair. When she rinsed it out, streams of lather flowed over her sensitized breasts and nipples, down her flat belly, and over her mound. Traveling over her like Luke’s hands had.
She hadn’t been entirely honest with him about wanting to face Skylar alone. Once she was away from the heat of the moment, away from her need to have him inside and his arms around her, fear had started to replace the desire. She needed space away from him, needed time to think about the future, everything.
What if she was pregnant? She definitely wasn’t ready to be a mother. Luke claimed he wasn’t about to let her go, but was that what she wanted?
He was still a cowboy for goodness sake. What would they do? Live here on her sister’s ranch and raise a passel of
kids? Not that he’d asked her to marry him, but what if he did... would she be expected to be a good little ranch wife who cooked dinner for her man?
Okay, so that was a bit stereotypical. Trinity had to smile at her own generalization. She knew plenty of women ranchers, like her own sister, who ran an entire ranch operation on their own, or side by side with their men. Heck, on the other side of the mountain she knew of two women who ran their ranch together, as partners in every way. Renee Duarte and Shannon Hanes had one of the most profitable operations in the county.
Closing her eyes, Trinity turned her face to the water, letting it splash over her forehead and down her face. She’d worked so hard to get to a position like she’d accepted with DropCaps. Four years of busting her ass, working countless hours to rise to the top, and she had the job she wanted now. Her perfect dream job. Staying in Douglas—it would be hard to keep her position, so far away from the main hubs of activity in the company.
She’d already made one monumental decision and had walked away from the caring man she’d dated for the past two years. Tossed that relationship right out the door. She’d left security and her comfortable world and headed straight into the wilds and the unknown.
What, am I insane?
With a groan Trinity opened her eyes, grabbed the luffa sponge and squirted peaches-and-cream-scented shower gel on the pad. As she scrubbed her body, thoughts of Luke tried to push aside her doubts and fears. Memories of how he’d touched her, how he’d filled her.
Was sex enough?
Yet it wasn’t just sex that attracted her to Luke, or the way he looked at her and made her feel as though she was the most important thing in the world to him. Since she’d been at the ranch, she’d taken what opportunities she could to watch him interact with the other ranch hands, observe his leadership and fairness. And even though he’d been mad as hell at the arsonist, she’d seen the concern in his eyes for her the night the barn was set on fire.
But was that enough foundation to begin building a relationship? And was it worth leaving everything that she’d worked so hard for?
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