Cowboy Karma (Cowboy Cocktail Book 4)

by Mia Hopkins

  “Then?”

  “Then we’ll see, cowboy.”

  At ten to two, the DJ announced the final song. Melody and the MacKinnons were long gone, rushed off to relieve their babysitters and hump each other senseless in bed. As promised, Lucky had gone the distance with Harmony. After hours in his arms, she was wound tight. He’d touched and handled her body until her lust was at a low, steady boil. One more slow two-step and she’d lose her mind completely, drag him into the shadows, and take him here and now.

  They were sweating, having danced without a break for three hours. When the song ended, he brushed her hair back off her neck and a cool, cigarette-scented cross breeze kissed her damp skin.

  “You’re tense as hell,” he said.

  You don’t know the half of it. She was wet everywhere—particularly between her legs, where she’d been slick for hours. “Where are you staying?”

  “My mom’s house,” he said.

  Two years later. Same story. He was twenty-six and still lived with his mother.

  “How about you?” he asked.

  “The old bunkhouse at the ranch. Melody made up a bed for me.”

  He brushed his lips across her temple, sending a hot shiver up her spine. “Is there room for me in that bed?”

  The last song ended and the house lights went up. In the back of the room, Tom Shelton and his bartenders popped a bottle of champagne and sprayed it all over the bar while the waitresses laughed and cheered.

  Should she bring Lucky home? She hadn’t done anything this impulsive in a long, long time.

  In the bright light from the chandeliers, Lucky was even handsomer. He took off his hat and fanned himself. His black hair was thick and wavy.

  What the hell. Harmony’s legs and feet ached, but she was wired. And her broken heart wouldn’t catch up with her tonight if she had this hot cowboy to ride.

  “All right.” She took his hand and headed for the exit. “Let’s go.”

  When she and Lucky arrived at MacKinnon Ranch, all the buildings were dark. Harmony’s father had been ranch foreman for the MacKinnons for many years until he died unexpectedly when she was very young. She’d grown up on this ranch and knew it inside and out. While Lucky stroked the back of her neck, she drove her Jeep down one of the dirt roads to the bunkhouse two klicks from the main farmhouse, parked it, and killed the engine.

  “Come on,” she whispered.

  They were giddy and horny, but neither had been drinking beyond Harmony’s initial beer. If it were possible, she was high on Lucky.

  They stumbled across the yard to the bunkhouse. Sixty years ago, it had been used by the itinerant cowboys who did seasonal work on the ranch. These days it sat vacant.

  She opened the door. Rows of empty bunk beds sat along the walls, their mattresses removed. In the corner was a big double bed, made up with fresh linens. Melody had set up a reading lamp and an electric fan on a small table. The room was surprisingly cool.

  After exchanging a mischievous glance, Harmony and Lucky raced each other to the bed. Lucky caught her before she could get to it, hoisted her over his shoulder, and tossed her onto the mattress.

  And then he was on top of her.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  At last those warm, sensual lips were on hers. Harmony kissed him hungrily, letting his heat spread through her until every part of her tingled. Soon she was so hot she couldn’t breathe. She knocked the hat off his head and plunged her hands through his damp, thick hair, dragging him down deeper into the kiss. His short beard brushed her chin, sharpening her sense of touch. When he slid his thick tongue between her teeth, she licked him back, beckoning him deeper. He tasted sweet, like cinnamon chewing gum. Heat, rhythm, pressure—no denying it. The man could kiss as well as he could dance, and he was a fucking amazing dancer.

  Could he kiss like this before? I would’ve remembered this.

  After a long, hot make-out session that left her trembling, Lucky broke their kiss and began to undress her. Together they yanked off her boots. She sat up as he pulled her dress over her head. When he saw the barely-there bra and thong she wore underneath, Lucky looked back up at her, his eyes on fire.

  “I can’t believe you’ve been wearing those all night.”

  “What did you think I was wearing?”

  “I don’t know. Not that.”

  Still staring at her body, he stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and dropped it on the floor. His white undershirt clung to his muscular body for dear life, the cotton straining against his shoulders. Harmony clenched her thighs together, anticipation pounding in her bloodstream.

  She bit her lip and stared up at him. He was hotter than the devil’s asscrack. Wild-eyed, jacked, bearded—a shaggy-haired double dose of cowboy sex on legs. He was the complete opposite of cool, urbane Frank.

  Stop—stop thinking of Frank.

  “Take off your clothes,” she said abruptly.

  Lucky cocked an eyebrow at her as he untucked his undershirt. “In a hurry?”

  “I didn’t say talk.”

  He pulled the thin cotton shirt over his head. Harmony took a deep breath. He smelled unbelievably good: soap, musk, sweat. In the lamplight, her eyes feasted on the sight of his shirtless body. Golden-brown skin, hard rounded pecs crowned with tiny brown nipples, just a whisper of dark chest hair. Her eyes slid down his torso. Sharply defined abs and a shallow belly button. Deep indentations marked the tops of his hips and disappeared into his black jeans. He radiated controlled calm.

  She held out her arms. “Come here.”

  Quickly, he yanked off his boots and socks and climbed onto the bed, cradling the back of her head with his big hands as he kissed her again and again. She slid her palms slowly up and down his hard, hot back, her fingertips exploring the swells and hollows of muscle. Between kisses, he smiled and looked her in the eye, hypnotizing her. He fitted his body tightly against hers, his hips pinning hers to the old mattress.

  “Two years ago…I wanted you to call me,” he whispered against her lips. He stroked her hair. “I wanted you so much.”

  His hot gaze was so direct she could feel him getting under her skin—somewhere he did not belong, not tonight. She tipped her chin up and gave him another kiss, biting his sweet bottom lip and scraping gently it with her teeth. “We’re here now,” she said.

  With a grin, he lifted her up and snapped off her bra with a quick flick of his fingers. He pulled it from her body and stared at her, his eyes glittering with heat. He placed his warm hands on her breasts and kneaded them, his perfect sense of touch and pressure sending sharp spikes of pleasure up her spine. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her again, feasting on her as his rough thumbs stroked her tender nipples. She arched her back, longing for more. He plunged his tongue into her mouth as he pinched her nipples—softly at first, then increasingly rougher as she responded to him, moaning like a wild woman under his spell.

  Goose bumps broke out over her body when he released her tingling lips at last. After laying a line of openmouthed kisses down her throat, he suddenly sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth. Strumming the tip with his tongue, Lucky massaged her other nipple with his fingertips, firing up her nerves and making her addled brain wonder if he could make her come with nothing more than a skillful session of nipple play. As she stroked the hard planes of his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair, Harmony realized she hadn’t felt this turned on in months. Lucky was a sensualist, an explorer just like her. Frank was different—in bed, he was all business, eyes on the prize.

  Stop thinking about Frank.

  Harmony opened her eyes. The small reading lamp cast strange shadows on the bare rafters of the bunkhouse. This fucking heartache. Hiding up in those shadows, it was breathing, waiting—the wolf was coming to get her. She needed to protect herself from it. She needed the numbness that only Lucky could give her tonight. She took his hand and plucked it from her breast. He released her nipple and looked into her face as she slid his h
and down her stomach to her panties.

  “What’s the rush?” The deep timbre of his voice penetrated her chest.

  “I need it,” she said breathlessly. “Please.”

  She examined his face. What was it about him that made her feel unhinged? Those cheekbones, those full lips, his slow smile. “Okay. If that’s what you need.”

  He was breathing hard. Even in the faint light, she could see the generous outline of his erection behind his fly. He got to his knees on the mattress, put his hands on her thighs and gently drew them apart. His gaze rested between her legs and lingered there. She’d gotten waxed. She was wearing a peach lace thong with a gossamer-thin mesh panel. Lucky’s dark eyes narrowed, zeroing in on her.

  “So pretty,” he whispered.

  He lay down between her legs and rested his weight on his forearms. His warm breath caressed her inner thighs, and anticipation boiled like hot syrup in her veins. When Lucky hooked his big finger around her thong and pulled it to the side, exposing her, cool air from the electric fan kissed her pussy. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. They locked eyes.

  “I’m going to make you regret not calling me.” He ran the pad of his thumb slowly along her hot, slick pussy lips, resting with a featherweight touch on her aching clit.

  Harmony threw her head back and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  Lucky took his time. With his fingertips, he caressed her aching flesh with a rhythmic sensuality that made Harmony’s breath catch in her throat. Slowly, he stroked her into a dream state, stirring her nerve endings until they hummed under his touch. When she opened her eyes, she saw that he was staring at her pussy, heavy-lidded eyes transfixed, lips parted. He was studying her and learning her responses. Focused on her pleasure, he’d quickly learned the parts of her that were more sensitive than the others and spent more time touching her there. He slid a finger into her aching opening and drew it out slowly, spreading her arousal all over and swirling it hotly on her clit. She whimpered and he did it again. He repeated the movement a half-dozen times. Harmony’s body clenched tight with desire.

  Still holding her panties off to the side, Lucky lowered his lips to her clit and kissed it as he plunged two fingers into her. Electrical pulses fired in her brain. He crossed her wires—pain and pleasure at once, each sensation intensifying the other.

  He’d been touching her all night, beginning with the moment he’d put his hand on her shoulder. After hours of foreplay, on the dance floor and now here in bed, Harmony was out of her mind. His lips stayed sealed to her as his tongue strummed her clit, up and down. He fucked her hard with his fingers. The wet, raunchy sound filled her ears as her own liquid dripped down her asscrack onto the sheets.

  She grabbed the covers in her fists. “Lucky.” Her whisper was ragged. “I’m going to come.”

  He didn’t stop. He worked her hard with his tongue and fingers, his rhythm steady. His beard abraded her tender skin, heightening her pleasure. When the first wild flutters of her orgasm exploded deep inside her, Harmony shut her eyes. Her entire lower body seized up. Her pussy contracted hard against his fingers but he kept banging her, and he didn’t stop licking even when her back bent into a high arch. She grabbed his head and rode his tongue like some kind of harlot as the orgasm tore out of her, feral and free. Blood pounded in her ears. She hadn’t come this hard in months.

  Before she caught her breath, Lucky pulled back and slid out of her. With lightning speed, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly. He yanked his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs. Before Harmony had a chance to ogle him, he’d rolled on a condom and fitted himself between her legs, the broad head of his cock nudging her trembling, swollen pussy.

  He lowered himself carefully over her, pressing his hard chest against her.

  “Kiss me.” He slid his hands underneath her head again, cradling her, making her feel safe.

  She fell headlong into his wild brown eyes and drowned in another searing kiss. She dug her hands through his hair and arched against him, needing more. Her overheated body trembled, exposed and raw from her enormous climax.

  Lucky broke their kiss. Under his piercing gaze, she had nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.

  “Ready?” His voice was a warm whisper against her lips.

  She wrapped her arms around his solid shoulders and nodded.

  Eyes never leaving hers, Lucky snapped his hips forward and buried his long, thick cock inside her.

  God, yes.

  He felt so good that Harmony’s eyes watered. She spread her legs wider as he thrust deep. His cool balls rested gently against her ass. Eyes still open, he kissed her again and again, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth as he dug into her with his cock. Intimacy blended with an overload of sensation, leaving Harmony raw and vulnerable. Body and soul aching, she let him in. His weight and heat overwhelmed her, but every part of her cried out for more.

  He pulled back and thrust into her again, tapping some tender place inside her that had never been touched. Harmony closed her eyes. She couldn’t hold back. Lucky broke their kiss and ran his lips lightly over her cheeks, tasting her tears.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She buried her face against his neck. “No. Keep going.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. Please, Lucky. Don’t stop.”

  He kissed her lips once more, planted his hands on the mattress, and lifted himself a few inches above her. As he looked down at her, his face was full of dark, sensual promise.

  “Harmony,” he said. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself, while I make love to you.”

  She blinked. Love. That stupid word. She wiped her tears away and ran her fingers over his lips. He licked them. His tongue was hot.

  “We’re not making love,” she whispered.

  He gave her a crooked grin and another thrust. “We’re not?”

  “No.” With her wet fingers, she reached down between them and touched her swollen clit. She was already on the edge of another big orgasm.

  “What are we doing, then?”

  “You know what we’re doing.”

  With that, Lucky leaned back on his legs and put his hands on her hips. Still stroking herself, Harmony stared at his glistening chest. He was panting hard; the muscles in his torso flexed lightly with each breath. He was staring at her too. The heat of his gaze seared her skin. He pressed his lips together. Eyes locked on hers, he gave her another delicious thrust, then another. He adjusted his grip and lifted her ass off the bed. Mesmerized, Harmony slid her free hand over his sweat-slick abs and watched his calm face as he fucked her. His thrusts were deep and controlled, perfectly in sync with the bottomless cravings of her body.

  After a dozen strokes, he squeezed her hips and closed his eyes. He let his head hang back. Harmony looked at the muscles and tendons in his neck, the outline of his Adam’s apple in the shadows.

  “God,” he murmured. “You feel amazing.”

  She rubbed herself hard but eased up each time she got too close, denying herself a climax through another dozen strokes. She was sweating by the time he reached forward and gripped her breasts. He wasn’t gentle, but the sensation of his rough hands on her made her even wetter. When he opened his eyes again, her entire body was on fire and aching for release.

  With a grunt, he slid his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs as far apart as they could go. Splayed open, her fingers on her hard little clit, Harmony was a heartbeat away from falling apart.

  “I’m close,” she whispered.

  “Do it.”

  Lucky pressed his big cock deep into her and held it there. He flexed his abs, pushing the head of his cock against the front wall of her pussy, and she exploded at once. He smiled as a second colossal orgasm rolled over her like thunder, destroying her with pleasure.

  She still was dazed when, a few seconds later, he pulled out of her, flipped her over, and lifted her until she was on all fours in front of him. Without a word, he thrust
into her again, his fingers digging into her hips as he smacked his rock-hard abs against her ass. He reached forward and fingered her tender clit. Harmony flinched, still raw from two orgasms.

  “You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”

  “I can’t,” she said, her voice a broken whisper.

  “You can.”

  His cock was rigid and thick as a lodgepole pine inside her. He fucked her relentlessly. This wasn’t the polite, businesslike sex Frank liked. This was something else entirely. Lucky was messing with her brain, making her rethink what she knew and understood about her body.

  With his other hand, he swept the hair off her neck, leaned down, and kissed her nape. Harmony closed her eyes, gripping the iron headboard of the ancient bed for dear life. She didn’t understand what he was doing to her, but she was on fire. When he leaned forward and changed his angle inside her, something insane happened—the promise of a third orgasm shimmered deep inside her.

  She dripped down onto the pillows—tears or sweat, she wasn’t sure. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered.

  His deep voice was smooth and devilish in her ear. “You know what I’m doing to you.”

  He gathered her hair in his fist while his other hand played a symphony on her clitoris. When he pulled her head back, Harmony lost all control of her body. Screaming, she came again—a third long, wet orgasm, all over his cock. He gave her five more wild strokes and caught the tail end of her climax with his. When he groaned, every muscle in his glorious body flexed. Still in the haze of her own release, she could feel the hot pulses running through his body. With a crushing grip, he held on to her and together they rode his orgasm out to the last shudder.

  Breathless and broken, she collapsed onto the pillows as he pulled gently out of her. After another soft kiss on the back of her shoulder, he left the bed to clean up. When he sat down on the bed and stroked her hair, she closed her eyes. His touch was tender—at odds with what they’d just done. Before she could stop herself, a deep sob escaped her lips.