Her Prada Cowboy: McCulloch County Series #1

by Simmons, Sabel

  He stepped through the bush and she looked up. Her blue eyes glittering and wide.

  “Oh Babe! You startled me!”

  “You can be glad it is me startlin’ you and not a cougar!”

  She sat up and glanced around fearfully.

  “Cougar? Do you … are there cougars on the farm?”

  “No, but the fact that you did not know that, is what angers me! You can’t go prancin’ about on the prairie on your own, Shannon! Not until you know more about the dangers around here.”

  “Then teach me! How else am I going to learn? And stop fighting with me! I did not ask you here to fight with me!”

  “Ask me? I distinctly do not recall bein’ asked to join you. I had to search the whole damn house and yard and threaten Rosa before she told me you were here!”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why she did that. I told her to tell you that I asked you to join me here. Why are you so angry?”

  He walked closer, kicked off his sneakers and sat down next to her on the blanket. He glared at her.

  “I thought you ran away.”

  “Run away? Why would I do that? Besides, I worked too damn hard on that launch party not see it through. If I run away, it will be after the party.”

  “Was there a specific reason you ‘asked’ me to join you here?”

  “Yes, there is, but we are going to have lunch first. I imagine you did not eat before you came here?”

  “No.”

  She leaned forward and his eyes dropped to her boobs that nearly popped out of her dress and he swallowed. She frowned at him when she caught the look.

  “It’s because of you ogling my boobs all the time that we’re in this predicament!”

  “Actually, it was your ass.”

  “My ass … why you …”

  “Hey, don’t blame me! You’re the one that flaunted those tight cheeks in my face from the moment we met!”

  “Oeeff! I did not flaunt them. You threw me on that damn horse and bared my ass to the whole bloody prairie.”

  “Still not my fault that you wore such a ridiculous tiny and short skirt.”

  “You could have been more of a gentleman!”

  “Hey! I am a Cowboy and I gave you room and board didn’t I?”

  “You gave me a damn sight more than just room and board,” she mumbled and he laughed.

  Her gaze sharpened on him. His eyebrows rose.

  “Just how much more did you give me, Jarrod? Did you wear condoms every time we … you know … that night?”

  Jarrod stared into her eyes and memories of that wild night flashed through his mind. The exact moment when he made the decision to stop using them was when she looked into his eyes and whispered brokenly and breathlessly.

  “You take my breath away, Cowboy. I would love nothing more than to have you inside me all night long … every night. Again … Muscle man … more!”

  Right there he saw his future in her eyes, little Jarrod-Shannon children running over the prairie and he set out to do just that. Continued to do just that ever since she arrived in Houston. He was surprised she did not notice it.

  “Now that I think about it, you have never … since I’ve been back … you stopped wearing them!”

  “Took you quite a while to notice it, didn’t it. You’re on the pill, Shannon. We’ve established that both of us are clean and once I felt your hot skin around me, I could not go back to wearin’ them.”

  “Yes and when exactly did you do that?”

  “Probably within the first two hours of that night.”

  “You set out to make me pregnant! You did it deliberately.”

  “Now how could I have done that with you on the pill, honey? Are we gonna eat at all? I am starvin’.”

  He desperately tried to change the subject. He was not ready to forgive her for not telling him about the babies. He would deal with his own deceit at a later stage ... like after they were married.

  “Very well, but don’t for one moment believe I am going to forget about this!”

  “I should be so lucky,” Jarrod mumbled under his breath.

  Her sharp glare speared him in two.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nuthin’.”

  She stacked a plate full of food for him and handed it to him. He started eating with gusto, still wondering what she was up to and what they were doing there.

  Chapter Sixteen

  As soon as they finished eating, Shannon unzipped her sundress and whipped it over her head. Jarrod gasped, watching her swollen breasts bob up and down with the movement of her arms. She was wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms and he swallowed hard.

  Torture! She had torture in mind!

  She rose and walked towards the water’s edge. She looked back at him over her shoulder.

  “I have it on good authority that it is safe to swim here. Care to join me, Cowboy?”

  She walked into the water and he watched as it folded around her legs, then her tight ass barely covered by the tiny bikini bottoms, then her back. She turned around and watched him watching her. His eyes glued to her breasts bobbing just above the water lever. She bent her legs and felt the caress of the water over her breast, tickling her nipples.

  Jarrod rose and ripped his tee-shirt over his head and his jeans down his legs. He walked into the water with black Prada undershorts hugging his gorgeous hips tightly. He did not stop until he was standing right in front of her, his eyes burning with fire.

  They dropped to her breasts and he groaned.

  “You really are a wicked woman, do you know that?”

  “I am sure I don’t know what you mean, but I would love to feel your lips on my nipples right about now, if you would feel so incli … oohhh … yeesss!”

  Jarrod did not need enticement and his lips closed around one nipple as soon as he lifted her out of the water, holding her in place; her breasts in front of his lips. He licked, he stabbed and he suckled, soft, then harder, alternating from the one breast to the other. Her moans and cries shattered the silence around them, her body on fire the moment his lips closed around a nipple.

  Shannon clenched her hands around his shoulders.

  Damn, this was not going as planned!

  Your own fault for asking him to suckle your boobs!

  I know … but ooh he does it sooo well!

  Get over it, doll face. This way you’ll end up in the same position as the previous time.

  “Jarrod, stop! Enough, Babe! Hmmm … Jarrod!”

  He lifted his head and looked up at her, still held high against him.

  “Are you sure? I can do this the whole day, you know.”

  “Oh, please no. You will drive me out of my mind! Jarrod, put me down please.”

  He sighed and lowered her slowly against his front. She gasped when his hard shaft dug into her stomach. Her clit quivered with need. She bit her lip and immediately swam away amidst Jarrod’s chuckles. He was well aware how much she needed sex at that moment and wondered once again what she was up to.

  They swam and relaxed in the creek for over an hour. Shannon approached him again where he was leaning against the rocky edge of the creek with his arms spread out on the sides. His head resting on the grassy ledge, watching the clouds.

  He lifted his head when he felt her hands caress his chest to slowly circle his neck. She lowered her head and kissed him in the center of his chest and his nipples hardened. His dick, well, that damn appendage just jerked to immediate arousal as all his blood shot there with the touch of her lips. She tangled her legs with his and pressed herself hard against his aroused shaft, slowly rotating the apex between her legs against it. She threw her head back and moaned rubbing harder and lower to rub her clit against him.

  “Hm hmmm, Babe. Keep your hands on the ledge.”

  He growled, but draped his arms back on the ledge, watching the pleasures flash across her face, his whole body tight and stiff. She leaned closer and her lips trailed a path of fiery destruction acr
oss his chest and he jerked against her when she flicked her tongue over first one and then his other nipple. He moaned in her hair when she pulled the tiny nubs in her mouth and suckled them gently. Then tortured him with further kisses around his throat and ears, until her lips closed around his to kiss his him with so much passion and need, he nearly exploded against her there and then.

  “Shannon …”

  “Yes Babe?”

  “I need to touch you, desperately doll face!”

  “Well … that would depend.”

  “Depend … hmm … on what?” He moaned when she nibbled on his nipples and kept flicking her tongue over them.

  “Your answer to my question.”

  “What … goddammit Shannon! Stop that! You are drivin’ me crazy!”

  She had wrapped her legs around him and opened her aching slit wide over his aroused dick and was rubbing her hot sheath up and down the length of his dick. Her slid closing eagerly on either side of his dick. Even in the cool water he could feel her hot wetness.

  “You better ask that damn question, Shannon, because I won’t be able to hold back much longer!”

  “Are you sure, Babe?”

  “Ask doll face!”

  She took his face in her hands and their eyes met. Hers were smoky and slightly unsure and he stiffened.

  “Jarrod Parker, I know we met under abnormal circumstances and our path up to this point, rocky at best. But one thing I do know is that I am ecstatic to be pregnant … because it is your children growing inside me. I said it to you that first night and I still feel it today … you take my breath away, Cowboy and I love being with you, even when you make me so mad! That being said … Jarrod Parker, will you please marry me? To be with me always and to treasure and grow what we have between us until forever and thereafter?”

  Jarrod could not breathe. It was not exactly the declaration he was after, but it was there, hidden between the lines. One day … not too far in the future, he would get that admission from her!

  “Yes, Shannon Davis. I will marry you, with the understandin’ that it will indeed be forever and after!”

  “I would not have it any other way!”

  She reached up behind his head and pulled the band from his hair. She twisted it double, took his hand and slowly pushed the band on his finger. She smiled shyly up at him.

  “I’m sorry. This will have to do for now.”

  He kissed her very softly on her lips.

  “It’s perfect. Thank you, honey.”

  He pulled her into his embrace and hugged her tight, kissing and suckling her throat, his eyes tightly closed. Shannon sighed with relief and started to rub her aching clit hard against his shaft.

  “Bloody hell, Shannon!’

  He reared up and glared at her, his hands gripping her hips tight.

  “Please, Babe! I am happy with your answer! Don’t make me wait!”

  “Oh no, you little witch! Now, I get to play!”

  Before she realized what he was up to, he untangled him from her legs and swam away and walked out of the creek. She slapped on the water in frustration.

  “Are you comin’, doll face?”

  “Not with you out there I’m not!

  Her frustrated retort had him burst out laughing. He stood watching her while drying himself. He pulled his undershorts off and dropped the towel, his aroused dick hard and standing high.

  “Well, come and get it, honey!”

  He wiggled his eyebrows and made his dick jerk eagerly up and down and Shannon shook her head laughingly at his vanity. But she walked out of the creek seconds later. He wrapped her in the towel and proceeded to wipe her dry. He pulled her bikini bottoms down and pulled the towel between her legs. He grabbed hold of both ends on either side of her body. She gasped, realizing his intend. She grasped his arm and bit her lip.

  “Jarrod! I can’t take too much!”

  “Ah, honey … I’m only dryin’ you.”

  Jarrod slowly started pulling the towel back and forth, scraping her slit and clit with every movement. She moaned, her nails cut into his forearm.

  “Open your legs wider, honey.”

  She spread her legs and moaned loader when he pulled the towel higher and she felt it spread her slit to slide back and forth between her lips. Her clit quivered and pulsed, swelling with each torturous scraping of the towel. He started pulling the towel faster and faster still, yet not too hard to cause more than a buildup of need. Shannon mewled, then cried out loud when she climaxed suddenly and her legs gave way. Jarrod dropped the towel and lowered her to the blanket on the ground.

  He turned her on her stomach and she moaned when he pulled her on her knees with her shoulders on the blanket. She felt totally open and vulnerable, but the moment his hot tongue lapped at her clit, circling and licking, she forgot about it and just felt.

  “Oooh, Babe! That feels so … oohh … good!”

  He licked upwards slowly, all the way over her slid to where it started and back to her clit. He repeated the sensual licking until she could feel the hot wetness he created inside her loins start dripping from her slit. He growled when he tasted it with the next lick upwards and Shannon moaned.

  “Please … oooh … please!”

  “Please what, honey? What do you want?”

  “You … oooh … you know what!”

  “Tell me, doll face! What do you want?”

  “Your tongue! I need your tongue inside me! Please, kiss me there, Jarrod!”

  He did not need another invitation and his tongue speared immediately as deep as he could go inside her. He swirled his tongue inside her, enjoying the tightness of the wall around his tongue. Then he kissed her, sipping her juices and making her cries louder and louder still when he started rubbing her clit, alternating with circling it. Shannon keened nearly hysterically when she felt both his thumbs pressing and rubbing upwards on her clit, while he rubbed the tip with his fingers.

  He suckled harder, stroked his tongue in circles around her G-spot. Shannon clutched the blanket, keening and mewling with pleasure, her whole body on fire. The pressure in her loins building and suddenly she stiffened, every cell in her body filled with heat. Her brain froze, she stopped breathing and she climaxed, pressing her slit harder into Jarrod’s mouth, who kept rubbing the swollen nub of nerves inside her. A scream exploded from her lips as Jarrod continued rubbing on her clit and G-spot to elevate her orgasm to painful pleasure. She trembled from head to toe.

  He let up when her broken pleas registered, but he continued again and she broke down with multiple climaxes over the next hour.

  Jarrod licked over her slit and slowly circled her now swollen clit one last time as he rose between her legs. He caressed her tight cheeks before he grasped her hips in his hands to position her in front of him. Shannon’s breathing was haggard, her body still pulsing and trembling from all the climaxes Jarrod just gave her. Her clit was so swollen and tender, she felt the sensitivity without any touch.

  “Babe … I can’t … no more!”

  “Just one more, my love. Just one more.”

  He plunged deep inside her with the last word and she cried out as he filled and stretched her.

  “Ooh, Babe! You feel so good inside me! I … like this … can really feel every … hmmm … ridge!”

  Jarrod started to thrust, plunging deep and fast, a hard and deep rhythm that had Shannon pummel into an abyss of ecstasy within the third thrust. He kept on and on, clenching his jaw and grinding on his teeth, holding onto his climax with desperation. Wanting, needing her to come again and then again.

  Shannon screamed when he made her come the third time, then he pummeled into her with a ferocity that took her breath away and she felt his release hit her insides when he pushed her down onto the blanket with the intensity of his release. He thrust short hard thrusts until he plunged through his release. His breathing, now just as haggard. He slumped on top of her, holding most of his weight on his elbows.

  His breath was ho
t in her ear and she could only chuckle.

  “Thank God askin’ me to marry, is something you’ll only ever do once! I don’t think I will survive another askin’!”

  Shannon was adamant that her ‘education’ on the prairie commence that afternoon.

  “Just for an hour or so, please Jarrod! I really want to know more. When we get back, you are responsible for a barbeque for dinner.”

  “We are stayin’ over, tonight?”

  “Yes. I want to make sure every time you come here for ‘horny toad hunting’ you have some … memories of me … just in case there are some uninvited blondes around!”

  Jarrod chuckled. They got into the truck and he headed out to the prairie.

  “Believe me, doll face, even though we were much younger, we realized horny toad huntin’ and females don’t go well together.”

  “Good, I would not want to forbid the continued tradition!”

  His eyebrows rose and his eyes glittered. He growled softly.

  “We’re not married yet, honey. It is too early to set such rules.”

  “That has nothing to do with marriage and everything with you and me, you nitwit!”

  “Honey, please! You can’t say things like that to your future husband! Nitwit?”

  “Yes, Jarrod Parker, so let me make this abundantly clear. I will not share you. So you better hand over that little black book of yours when we get home. You won’t be needing it any further.”

  “Yes, Shannon.”

  “I am serious, Jarrod! If I ever catch you with another woman, I will … I will … castrate you!”

  “Yes, Shannon.”

  “And your phone too. I want to go through your numbers and see how many ‘black book’ numbers there are.”

  “Yes, Shannon.”

  “I find you humoring me highly annoying, Jarrod Parker! … Don’t you dare …!”

  He chuckled, slammed on the brakes and pulled her into his arms. He looked into her eyes and said seriously.

  “There has been no woman for close to a year. Before I met you I was celibate for a year and absolutely none since! Nor will there ever be! You are more than I want and need in a woman, doll face. I want none other. I am glad you don’t share, because I have no intention sharin’ you either … ever!”