For the Love of a Cowboy (Cowboy Dreamin')

by Sullivan, Sandy

  “Squirt?”

  “You’ve never squirted before?”

  “No.”

  “It’s when you come so hard, cum literally squirts out of you.”

  “But, I don’t want to do that all over the interior of your truck.”

  “Baby, it washes. It’s leather. Now, make yourself come and if you don’t squirt, we’ll have to start all over.”

  She sped up the friction on her clit, driving her desire up so high, she thought she might lose control of her bladder. Stars flashed behind her squeezed eyelids. Heat crawled up her thighs before it centered low in her belly. She felt like she would explode from the inside out. “Oh, God!”

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  She moaned as she felt herself lose control. Cum spilled from her pussy to coat her thighs and buttocks as well as his leather seat.

  “Fuck yeah. Gorgeous.” The friction on her clit grew stronger as he switched her fingers to his. “Come some more.”

  She lost herself in the sensation of his fingers on her clit. When he pushed two inside her pussy, she shouted his name as she exploded again.

  As she slowly came down from her high, she realized he still continued to slowly finger her clit until she felt it getting hard again.

  “Think you can come again before we reach the house?” he asked with a grin.

  “No.” She sat up when she found herself slumped almost horizontal on the seat. “Do you have napkins in here? I have cum all over my thighs.”

  “Good.” He leisurely removed his fingers and licked them as they drove up to the gate of Thunder Ridge. “Leave it. I wanna lick all that sweetness off when we get inside.”

  “But it’s sticky.”

  “We can always fuck in the shower.”

  “Such an inventive guy, you are.”

  The crooked grin on his face made her smile. Tonight would be off the charts on the sex scale, she could tell. He said he hadn’t been with anyone since the last time they’d fucked, but could she trust him? What difference does it make whether he was with someone else or not? It didn’t, she supposed, but it would be nice to know he’d suffered while she’d been thinking of him the whole time.

  They pulled up to his trailer moments later.

  Lights shone from the main lodge windows as she glanced out the front windshield of his truck. One of these days, she would have to get a good look at the ranch. Since she’d only ever been there at night, she hadn’t seen much.

  “Let me get the door,” he said, popping out his side of the truck and shutting the door behind him.

  With her dress up around her waist, she tugged it back down to make herself at least a little presentable as he went around to her side of the truck. Paige frowned as she heard the giggle of children’s laughter.

  When Jacob opened her door, she asked, “Are there children staying on the ranch?”

  “Not that I know of,” he replied as she slid out and he shut the door behind her.

  “Didn’t you hear the children laughing?” Although, she didn’t hear it now. Not a sound. No rustle of wind or anything. The night was completely still, almost eerily so.

  “No.”

  “Huh. I could have sworn I heard children when you opened your door to come around this side.”

  “It’s probably the ghosts.”

  “Ghosts? You have ghosts on the property?”

  “Yeah, a few.”

  “Wow. How cool is that!” She took his hand as he led the way toward the door of his home. “Who are they?”

  “We aren’t sure. We have an old cowboy who hangs out in the main lodge, a couple who argues upstairs and a mother and her children who play in the yard sometimes.” He shoved the key in the lock. “The main lodge used to be a brothel.”

  “Cool.” The chilly air of his home hit her in the face like a frigid blast. “It’s freezing in here, Jacob.”

  “Let me kick on the heat. I turned it off this morning before we left for the barbeque.” With a whoosh, the air in the room started to thaw. “It’ll be warm in a minute.” He rubbed her arms. “Should have brought a jacket.”

  “I didn’t think it would be this cold. It’s warmer outside than it is in here.”

  “I’ll have you hot in a hurry.” His mouth descended, taking hers in a surprisingly fierce way.

  Her body warmed from her toes up as he took possession of her. It wasn’t a soft, lingering kiss, it was a set-your-panties on fire kiss meant to jack up the heat in her body to inferno within seconds. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw as she tilted her head to the side with a groan. God, the man could kiss. “Jacob.”

  “Hmm?” His lips vibrated against her flesh. Next stop, her earlobe with his teeth.

  After several seconds, he lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. The dark brown pools sparkled with desire. “I want you naked in my arms in five seconds flat.”

  His cock strained the front of his Wranglers, tenting the material with his size so she could feel every inch against her abdomen.

  She reached for the bottom of her sundress and whipped it over her head.

  His eyebrow shot up. “Good girl.”

  When she moved to take off her sandals, he pushed her into the recliner and knelt at her feet. “I love a man at my feet.”

  Once her left shoe was removed, he kissed the arch of her foot before working his way up her calf with his tongue. Never in a million years would she thought of her leg being an erogenous zone, but he sure had her toes curling in response to the scrape of his whiskered cheeks and the softness of his lips on her calf.

  “You’re making me shiver.”

  “Good.” He did the same thing to her right foot. “Spread your thighs. I’m gonna lick you clean.”

  Her body exploded in goose bumps as her stomach flipped over.

  He kissed his way up the inside of her thighs as she watched mesmerized. Her lips parted on a sigh. Damn the man. He certainly knew what to do to get her horny, not that she wasn’t before this, but what he was doing to her was downright sinful.

  His palms slid under her buttocks, dragging her forward in the chair until her pussy was even with his mouth.

  “Hold on.”

  She grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his impressive width as he swiped his tongue along her slit in one long lick. The moan that broke free from her lips sounded almost primal.

  He growled his appreciation as he ate at her pussy like a starving man. At this rate, he would have her coming within seconds.

  “Come for me, Paige,” he said as he shoved two fingers into her empty center.

  Heat exploded through her pelvis in a long, rolling wave of warmth as she groaned his name through clenched teeth. He’d made her come so hard and so fast, her brain went numb.

  He lapped at her juices, bringing her down from her climax slowly with long licks until she pushed his head away, not able to handle the stimulation any more. His chin glistened as he grinned like a man who’d just won a gold medal as he sat back on his heels. “Better?”

  “I really need a shower now.”

  “Great.” He got to his feet, pulled off his shirt and then toed off his boots. “I’d love to fuck you in there.”

  “Are you sure there is room? Trailers like this usually have small showers.”

  “There’ll be plenty of room.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her down the hall.

  She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her nose in the crook of his shoulder. “Mmm. You smell good.”

  With a flick of his fingers, he caught the light switch, illuminating the bathroom to her gaze. She hadn’t noticed the shower stall when she’d been here before, but there wasn’t any way they’d both fit in there much less have the room to fuck like bunnies. “We aren’t going to fit in there, Jacob.”

  “You’ll be ridin’ my hips, babe. We’ll fit.” He flipped on the water and pulled the curtain. A moment later, his cock sprang free from the confines
of his jeans as he pushed them to the floor.

  Her mouth watered to taste the pre-cum glistened on the tip.

  “Uh-uh. In the shower.”

  She frowned until he swatted her butt. “Ouch.”

  “In the shower, I said.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She climbed in with him right behind her. The stall was so small the tips of her breasts brushed the expanse of his chest. “This isn’t gonna work.”

  She squeaked in surprise as he grabbed her butt and lifted her.

  “Sure, it will.”

  The minute she had her legs wrapped around his waist he positioned his cock at her entrance. Snapping his hips, he buried his full length inside her, earning him a steady groan.

  “Oh, hell yeah.” He leaned her back against the wall behind her and began to piston his hips. “God, you feel like heaven and hell wrapped in one tempting package.”

  “I’m your angel, remember?” She nipped him with her teeth to drive him crazy while he pounded into her flesh.

  His feet began to slip on the slick bottom of the shower stall. “Hold on.” He pulled out of her, letting her legs slid down until she was standing on the bottom with him. “This isn’t gonna work. I can’t get leverage in here. Let’s take this into the bedroom, babe.” He shut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry her with.

  “I told you it wouldn’t work.”

  He swatted her on the butt with his wet hand. “No back talk outta you.”

  The minute she was dried off, he herded her quickly into the bedroom with a palm to her butt. The slow massage of his hand there made her belly dip as he settled her on the bed on her knees. She’d heard about anal sex, but she’d never tried it. The thought intrigued her though. Jacob wasn’t a small man by any means.

  “Ever had a man in your ass?”

  “No.”

  “One of these days, I’m going to take you there.”

  She closed her eyes and shivered.

  “But not now. This minute, I want to feel your pussy grip me like a vice.”

  “God, you make me so hot.”

  “I’m gonna take you from behind. Fast and hard.”

  “Do it.” He positioned her so her knees were barely on the bed, her ass was high and he had the perfect view of everything. “Uh, now Jacob.” His hand came down hard on her right butt cheek. Unlike before, heat spread from where his hand landed all the way to her clit. “Do it again.” For six swats, he switched back and forth between the left and right, making her ass hotter than anything she ever felt before. It stung, yeah, but the pain turned to pleasure the second he stopped.

  “Lordy, that’s the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  His cock bumped at her opening before he slowly pushed inside.

  The low growl coming from him had her pussy quivering for more until he was balls deep inside her. “Fuck me hard, Jacob.”

  “Love to, babe.”

  He grabbed her hips in both of his hands and did just that. The slam of his pelvis against her ass almost shoved her across the bed, but she braced herself with her hands wide and her back bowed to take everything he wanted to give her.

  The rough sex felt fantastic. She needs this, wanted this with him unlike any man she’d ever been with before. They treated her like a princess, but she didn’t want to be treated like a fragile flower. She wanted to be treated like an equal.

  His right hand snaked around her hip to find her clit. “I know you can come again.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Oh, yes you can.”

  His finger worked her clit until she held onto the precipice of the abyss by her fingernails. “Ah, God.”

  “See. Come for me, Paige.”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  The sucking sound their bodies made as he brought her to the best climax of her life, made her realize she’d never had sex like this before. With Jacob it was different, he was different. What they had between them could be classified as meaningless sex, but she didn’t think so. Their connection went beyond that.

  To what?

  Chapter Eight

  The horse Jacob rode plodded along at a slow clip. It moved beneath him as he shifted his weight with each step, steadily descending the rocking path they always took the guests on.

  The scenery was beautiful even to eyes that had seen it way too many times over the years. Junipers clung to the hillside. Wildflowers bloomed in varying shades of blues, yellows and purples including the native bluebonnets of the area. He could see several of their neighbors’ places in the distance from up here. The beginning of the tourist season was upon them and he’d been the unlucky bastard to take the group out riding this morning on the ranch. At least the heat wasn’t too bad yet. It would be worse later in the day while he was doing some other mundane task on the ranch like shoveling horse shit or stacking hay.

  He wanted to kick the horse’s sides and feel the wind rustle his hair, like the way Paige ran her fingers through it. Even though the length wasn’t too long she did seem to enjoy fingering it.

  Paige. Hmmm. What to do about her?

  He’d driven her home early this morning after they’d had a couple bouts of explosive sex. With a kiss goodnight and a promise to call, she’d disappeared behind the door of the little house she shared with her father, leaving the scent of wildflowers behind her. He’d stood like an idiot on her steps, until the light had come on upstairs in what he assumed to be her room. The outline of her form reflected against the drapes had the blood rushing to his groin. The ride home hadn’t been a pleasant one while he fondly remembered eating her pussy until she’d screamed his name in ecstasy. God, my name on her lips is a turn-on.

  He frowned, shifting in the saddle to relieve the sudden presser against the fly of his jeans. Yeah, he wanted her, but what about the future? What about where they went from here?

  Let’s face it, he was terrified of getting involved on a permanent basis.

  After the break up with Veronica, he’d sworn off women until his balls ached and his dick threatened to fall off if he didn’t get some sex. His hand could only do so much. Sooner or later a man needed a woman. Enter Paige. She’d certainly brought his blue balls down to a tolerable level, to the point he hadn’t thought about another woman in months.

  His mind wandered to the last time he’d seen Veronica as she dropped the bombshell on his heart.

  It had been over a year, his child would have been born by now. His gut ached with the knowledge he would never hold that baby in his arms, carry them around, feed them, change them or anything else. Yes, they’d made the decision together to abort the pregnancy, but really she hadn’t given him much choice in the matter.

  “It doesn’t make sense, Jacob,” Veronica said. “I don’t want a baby and neither do you.”

  “But, I do.”

  “No you don’t. You live in a single-wide trailer on your parent’s property, work on their ranch and live on what little income you get from doing whatever it is you do around there. I want more. I want a man who is going places. You know, someone who lives in a big house, has a nice car, and can afford to raise a child. I don’t want to live in a trailer. I’ve done that my entire life.”

  “In other words, I was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to be the permanent man in your life.”

  “I like you, Jacob. I really do, but yeah. Besides, I sure don’t want a baby right now.”

  “How can you think of abortion? You’d kill our child?”

  “I don’t think of it like that. It’s my body and I can do what I think is best for me. Marrying you and raising a baby isn’t it. I have plans…big plans.”

  Without his knowing, she’d made an appointment and aborted the child. She’d called him two days after to tell him it was done.

  That’s when the drinking started. At first it was to drown the sorrow he felt for the loss of his child, but it became a way to deal with the guilt of not stopping her. Of not doing what he could to keep her from going through with it
. When he’d see a baby in a carriage, his heart would break. The sounds of a child’s cry almost brought him to tears. Someday he would have a child of his own. Someday he would find the woman he could spend the rest of his life with, raise a family, build a house, and see their children grow into adults.

  It bothered him to watch Jeff and Terri as she continued to get bigger with her pregnancy. He’d wanted to be able to touch his woman’s belly and feel their child kick. Funny thing was, Veronica’s face wasn’t the one he saw these days when he thought about having a child with someone, it was Paige.

  The heat from the sun pounded down on his shoulders as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Soon, they would head back to the house and he could get a cold glass of the lemonade they always kept available in the main lodge. The tangy, tart taste would be heaven right now.

  “Hey, mister?”

  “Yeah,” he answered the twelve-year-old kid riding on one of the gentler mares behind him.

  “You been a cowboy all your life?”

  “Yep. My parents bought this place when I was little.”

  “Wow.”

  Silence for about ten seconds.

  “Hey, mister.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You married?”

  “Nope.”

  “Gotta girlfriend?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Is she purdy?”

  “Yep. Real pretty.”

  “What’s she look like?”

  “She has long brown hair, big green eyes and she’s a…” Well shit. He didn’t know what she did for a job outside of helping her father at the church. “Her father is a preacher in San Antonio.”

  “Oh. So she’s a good girl.”

  Jacob almost choked on his spit with that one. Wouldn’t Paige think it hilarious to be labeled a good girl? “Yeah, she is.”

  “Do ya like her?”

  “Yeah. A lot.”

  “You gonna marry her?”

  He pushed his fingers through his hair before readjusting his hat on his head. Kind of a weird conversation to be having with this kid, but what the hell he guessed. “I don’t know. I haven’t known her long enough to tell.”

  Jacob heard the kid’s mom scold him from behind. “Eric, don’t bother the wrangler like that. He’s busy making sure we get back to the ranch in one piece.”