Maggie’s Man (The Cowboys of Cavern County Book 2)

by Bella Settarra

  She knelt in front of the handsome cowboy and peeled his Levi’s from his damp flesh, yanking them over his feet with aplomb. Looking up at him, she suddenly felt a little shy. He was so gorgeous and he was completely naked as he stood before her. She breathed him in—a heady mixture of sweat, sex and raw sensuality, the likes of which she had never encountered in her life until him.

  Licking her lips, she was delighted to notice that her mouth was directly in line with his inviting member, which twitched in front of her face, beckoning her take a taste. Her eyes momentarily flitted to where it pointed—Aiden’s handsome face, which was shining down at her encouragingly.

  Leaning forward very slightly, she held his hips in her quivering hands and wrapped her wet lips over his helmet, marveling at how perfectly it filled her mouth. She heard a moan emanate from him, and she echoed it with one of her own, feeling the vibration of her lips against his velvety skin. Aiden must have felt it too, as he immediately ran his hands roughly through her hair.

  Empowered by his reaction, she hummed one more time before pulling her mouth from the end of his cock. He jerked as though in disappointment, and she quickly licked the salty length of his shaft. He seemed satisfied and continued to run his long fingers through her waves, a little more gently, as she laved his member, sucking at the delicious juices that were escaping its slit.

  “Christ, Maggie,” he whispered while her tongue licked at his flesh, and she took his balls, one at a time, into her hot mouth.

  She felt his whole body stiffen and she quickly cupped her lips around the top of his cock, kneeling higher so she could feed it right down her throat.

  “I’m gonna come.” Aiden flinched and loosened his grip on her scalp even more, enabling her to pull her face out of the way if she wanted to. She didn’t.

  He roared his release as his hot seed gushed down the back of her throat, thick and creamy, soothing her from the inside out, coating her in his nectar, his passion. Maggie had never felt so connected to anyone, and she relished the feeling of being so close to Aiden. She wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time. She sensed every nuance of his reactions to her. A gush from her pussy reminded her that their actions also had ramifications on her own body, and she clenched her thighs together tightly when she felt a hot trickle run down her leg.

  Eventually she felt his stiff organ become flaccid on her tongue when it shrank back a little, and she slurped the last of his juices, taking his member in her hands and licking off the last few drops.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes still closed when he ran his finger down her cheek.

  She turned her head to kiss his hand, and he helped her to her feet as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled down at her. He crashed his lips down over hers, and he held her tightly, his hot, sweaty body pressed close to hers. His cock felt rock hard against the softness of her pussy, and she was sure he could tell just how wet her panties had become.

  With one hand he unfastened the back of her bra and she gasped into his mouth at the relief when her flesh flopped free of its confines. Aiden tugged at the fabric, only allowing a tiny gap of air between them as he whipped away the offending item, before her soft skin was pressed hard up against his ripped chest.

  “I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

  She nodded, unable to speak. It was enough.

  With one arm he swept Dyson’s notepad and pen from the desk then gently placed her over the polished wood.

  Maggie gulped as she leaned right back and was relieved, although a little embarrassed, when she felt his fingers yank the panties from her clammy skin. She spread her legs then she gasped. She felt the velvet of his cockhead when Aiden lined his member up to her welcoming hole.

  “Hang on.”

  She felt bereft as he quickly moved away from her and she frowned up when she watched him take a step toward his Levi’s. Thank goodness he had remembered. He was already opening the foil packet with his teeth when he returned to his position, and swiftly rolled the thin rubber over his cock before throwing her a salacious wink.

  Maggie smiled at him, her chest panting hard with anticipation. She nodded to his questioning look, indicating she was ready, and he groaned when he slid his humungous member into her dripping channel. She forced herself not to tense up because she was stretched beyond belief. The pain morphed into exquisite pleasure as Aiden allowed her time to adjust to his size before slipping into a natural rhythm while he pumped harder and harder into her. She was sure she could feel him right up to her womb, and she clung to his biceps, riveted firmly in position, not that she would want to move, even if she could…ever.

  He stared down at her, studying her every expression, and she occasionally lifted a hand from one of his arms to stroke his face or his hair. Keeping his weight off her body, he pounded harder and deeper into her until she screamed her delight when a million stars exploded in front of her eyes. He let out a deafening roar, and she felt his cock impossibly expand, his seed erupting. In that moment, she wouldn’t have minded if he had forgotten about the condom all together. There was nothing she would like more than to have his baby. The thought invaded her mind, and she realized she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Aiden Fielding.

  “I love you,” she screamed over the sound of his groan.

  He was silenced in an instant when he stared down at her. “Oh my God! I love you too!” Aiden breathed the words as though his life depended on it, and his expression was a mixture of wonder and relief. “I really love you, Maggie.” He whispered the words slowly and purposefully, as though willing her to understand, to believe what he was telling her.

  His eyes searched her face, and she smiled, astonished and delighted that they both felt the same way. It hadn’t occurred to her until that second that she was taking a risk in telling him how she felt. She had just blurted it out in the moment of recognition.

  He encased her lips with his once more, and his whole body merged with hers as he held her tight, kissing and licking every inch of her face, her neck and her throat.

  Eventually he stood up, flexing his gorgeous muscles when he stretched his body. He must have caught her watching him because a massive grin spread across his face, and he winked suggestively at her.

  “I’d better get cleaned up,” she murmured, blushing profusely.

  Grabbing her clothes on her way through to the bathroom, she scurried off to have a much-needed wash. She heard him chuckle and knew he would find it odd that she was so modest, having just made love, but it was just the way she was.

  There was a small shower cubicle in one corner of the washroom, and the water was cool at first, actually making her shiver as the spray bombarded her overheated skin. Luckily, it soon warmed a little and she was relieved to find a bottle of cheap gel which she used to wash her body and hair.

  “Need any help in there?” Aiden’s deep voice resounded over the gushing water, and she jumped around to see him leaning against the doorjamb. He had obviously had a shower too, as his hair was wet, and he looked refreshed, but he hadn’t replaced his shirt.

  “I think I can manage. Thank you,” she assured him.

  He chuckled. “All right. The sheriff’s on his way back. Said he’s got some news for us.”

  Maggie was surprised for a moment before remembering where they were and why. The horror of spending a night in jail had soon dissipated once she realized she wasn’t actually going to be locked up and left alone. Aiden couldn’t have been kinder or more thoughtful—even without making love to her—and she would never be able to thank him enough.

  As soon as he left, she grabbed a towel and quickly got dressed. Aiden had a cup of coffee waiting for her when she returned to the office.

  “Great timing. I just heard a car,” he said. “Here. You might want this.”

  He handed her a comb from his back pocket, and she smiled. Her hair was a nightmare at the best of times, but having just washed it, she knew it would be a real mess without a g
ood combing. She felt so much better for having been able to wash it as well as her body, though. She had sure gotten hot tonight.

  Dyson didn’t look at all surprised to see her sitting at his desk, drinking coffee and combing sections of her wet hair when he walked in. Neither did he bat an eye at the sight of Aiden without his shirt on.

  “Nice and warm in here,” the sheriff remarked with a grin.

  Aiden placed a mug of coffee in front of him before taking the seat next to Maggie. “So, was it Rossington and Taylor?”

  Dyson took a long swig of his drink. “Yup. Of course, they’re both claiming it was just some harmless horseplay, but the locals sure didn’t see it that way.”

  “So, it was about that dang reward?” Aiden frowned.

  “Oh yeah. According to the witnesses, Rossington was accusing Taylor of trying to wheedle the necklace out of him so he could claim the reward from Lorraine.”

  “He admitted to stealing it, then?” Aiden looked surprised, and Maggie felt her hopes rise.

  Dyson shook his head. “Nah, not a chance. I’ve got witness statements, though, which’ll stand up in court. I was hoping to take them both in for breaching the peace, but they insisted it was all good-humored and they apologized for any disturbance. I could hardly argue with that, especially as I’d have had to bring them back here, and I didn’t think that was entirely appropriate with Maggie being here at the same time.”

  “Shouldn’t the marshal take care of them? After all, Taylor is a law enforcement officer.” Aiden frowned again.

  “He would, but he’s away right now. I’m kind of filling in for him,” Dyson replied, shrugging.

  “How convenient,” Aiden muttered.

  “I’ve got an off-the-record meeting with him tomorrow, then he’ll be back for Saturday,” Dyson replied. “Never misses a Cavern County wedding!”

  “You really think it’ll go ahead?” Maggie piped up, still wrestling with the tangles in her wayward curls.

  “Whether it does or it doesn’t, it’ll sure be an interesting day,” Dyson told her matter-of-factly. He yawned. “Now, if you good folks wouldn’t mind getting off to bed, I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

  Aiden looked up in surprise. “Off-the-record meeting?”

  “Just a social chat, I expect,” Dyson said. “He’s asked me to go meet him, anyhow. Don’t know what about.” He glanced over at Maggie. “So I hope we can get that statement of yours signed and sealed in good time.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiled.

  “Good. Frank’ll be over first thing to witness it all,” Dyson said.

  “I guess we’re sleeping in the cells, then?” Aiden asked.

  “’Fraid so. There’s only one put-you-up bed in this place, and I’m afraid it’s got my name written all over it,” Dyson said.

  Aiden stood up and grabbed Maggie’s jacket and sweater, along with his own shirt and coat. “Think it might be best if we share a cell, Maggie, just in case we need to keep each other warm. You know? I heard it gets mighty chilly down on that end.”

  Dyson sniggered. “Despite what I said earlier, we do have heated cells, but you folks make yourselves comfortable. As long as you don’t disturb me tonight, I don’t mind what your sleeping arrangements are.”

  Maggie followed Aiden to the cells. They both climbed onto a single bed—they had no choice in that matter—then snuggled up together. Dyson had been right about the heating. It was real comfortable, apart from being a little cramped, but she preferred that to being on her own tonight. Aiden’s body was warm, and he wrapped himself around her like a huge continental quilt. His heart pounded into her ear, soothing her into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Maggie was amazed that she actually slept in the next morning. Regardless of the rather snug conditions, she woke up comfortable and warm, still in Aiden’s embrace.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” he teased from beneath her.

  At first she squirmed a little, not wishing to admit to being awake, but then she remembered where she was and almost leaped off the bed. Luckily Aiden had a tight grip on her.

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he told her, looking worried.

  “You didn’t,” she assured him. “It’s just that it’s late. I should be at work.” Her brain whirled with confusion. “I mean…I’m here. What’s going to happen?”

  “Well, I’m glad to see there is life at this end, after all,” Dyson teased them, walking up the short passageway that led to the cells. The door had been left wide open all night, so their only constraint had been the size of the bed, which hadn’t actually proved to be a problem at all.

  “She’s worried about work,” Aiden said as he followed her off the bed.

  “It’s fine. I told your boss you wouldn’t be in today. I said you were feeling poorly.” Dyson smiled.

  “Thanks.” She could just imagine what Mr. Burton would say if he knew she had been taken in on suspicion of stealing. The thought made her stomach churn.

  “I brought some warm muffins over, and there’s fresh coffee in the pot,” Dyson went on. “Help yourselves.”

  Maggie smiled. It was clear that Dyson didn’t really believe any of that bullshit about her stealing the necklace. Hell, he’d already heard that Lorraine had proof Rossington had taken it himself. It was just a case of going through the motions for the time being.

  She and Aiden ate their breakfast at one end of the large desk while Dyson made a few calls. Maggie ran her hand gently over the wood, remembering the last time she had been so close to the desk, and she noticed a snigger from Aiden, which suggested he was thinking the same thing.

  “I meant what I said, darlin’,” he murmured in her ear.

  Maggie flushed. He had said that he loved her. And she loved him. It was unbelievable but true. She beamed at him, suddenly imagining waking up beside him every morning and having breakfast together.

  “We’ll soon have all this sorted out,” he promised her, clearly noticing her looking around the room.

  She smiled. She trusted him. When Aiden was around, things never seemed quite so bad, somehow. He had certainly made last night much more tolerable.

  “Frank’s on his way,” Dyson told them as Maggie cleared the desk.

  “I’ll just go freshen up,” she said.

  Aiden looked as though he was about to follow suit, but then Dyson called him back. She suddenly felt sick at her stomach as she saw Aiden walk over to the sheriff, and they started muttering something she couldn’t hear.

  Maggie got washed up as she wondered just what they were talking about. Was she being paranoid? They could be discussing anything.

  Frank had already arrived when she emerged from the bathroom a short while later.

  “Maggie, how are you?” He put his arms out to hug her, and she breathed in his cologne. Frank looked refreshed and clean, and she wished she was a little less disheveled.

  “I’m fine,” she assured him with a smile.

  “Frank’s got some news,” Dyson announced as they sat around the table with fresh coffees.

  Maggie’s gut roiled again, and she guessed this was what the guys had been murmuring about. Aiden grabbed her hand, and her anxiety ratcheted up another few notches.

  “I’m afraid it’s not good.” Frank frowned from his position opposite her. “Maggie, do you still see your folks?”

  Maggie suddenly went cold. He must have noticed her expression as he quickly added “Oh it’s okay. They’re both fine.”

  She swallowed hard. Having spent the past couple of years resenting her parents for not believing her when Robert had lied about her, the thought of losing one of them had suddenly seared her heart. She shook her head slowly. “I haven’t seen either of them since Robert and I split up,” she admitted, instantly feeling a wave of guilt wash over her.

  Frank pursed his lips. “It seems your dad has been involved in some kind of deal with Rossington.”

  Her heart sank at the thought a
nd she just stared at the older man.

  “Rossington was supposed to have invested some of your folks’ savings for them,” he went on.

  Bile rose in Maggie’s throat as she could imagine the rest. “And lost it all,” she finished for him.

  Frank nodded sadly. “However, your dad had the good sense to get a decent contract drawn up with one of my colleagues over at the attorney’s office, who happened to be a pal of his, so he’s got a good chance of getting it all back.” He looked a little brighter. “I hear he’s been down there instructing his legal team to enforce the agreement to make good the loss.”

  “So it’ll be okay?” She was trembling, not daring to believe it.

  “They’ve got a legal right to have their money returned,” Frank said with a grimace, “but it might take some time if Rossington hasn’t actually got the funds to back it up.”

  “But he’s got no choice, surely?” Aiden frowned.

  Frank sighed. “It’s not quite as simple as that, son,” he replied. “Morally, he will have to refund the money. It just might take a while. That’s all.”

  Maggie gave a little sigh of relief.

  “In the meantime, I believe your parents are finding things quite difficult.” Frank looked over at Maggie sympathetically.

  She closed her eyes momentarily as the horror of it all hit her like a wrecking ball. A thought suddenly struck her, and her eyes popped open again. “That’s why Robert stole the necklace. He was going to use the cash to repay them to prevent them from taking him to court.” She felt a germ of hope and excitement as she stared across at Dyson, but she was disappointed when he shook his head.

  “Or there’s Rossington’s version,” he said gently. “He’s claiming that you stole the necklace to raise funds for your parents because of the predicament he’d left them in—a sort of act of revenge against him at the same time.”