“Sweet nectar.” He moved upward, brushed her hands aside, and suckled one breast while he caressed the other. He took his time, tasting, teasing, and nibbling across her breasts and abdomen.
Lily ran her fingers through his hair and around his ears. She urged him to move up so she could reciprocate.
“This time’s for you, darlin’,” he said and moved back to her lower lips, kissing, tasting, raking his teeth lightly across her nub.
She was on fire for him. “Please go in me, now.”
“Soon. Turn over.”
Puzzled, she did as he said. His hands massaged her neck and shoulders, along her back and across her bottom. He pulled her waist up where she was on her knees and reached around to roll her nipple between his fingers. With his other hand he rubbed her clit. She wiggled her butt against his hard dick, hoping he’d fill her. All her nerves were supersensitive and screaming for him to take her.
Finally, he placed the head of his cock at her opening and plunged in deep. Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his wide cock. He held still in her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, you’re just big. I can really feel you deep inside me.”
Ty moved slowly in and out. He rubbed across her swollen bud. She pushed back against him, keeping him deep in her hungry pussy. Pressure and pleasure began to build inside her. She moved faster, meeting his every stroke until the pressure exploded into waves of elation that spilled into her veins and shot through her.
He held her tight and pushed hard one more time before she heard his yell of completion. When he rolled to the side, he kept her body close to him. She heard and felt his heavy breathing.
Her heart pounded, and the inner muscles of her pussy still had faint ripples of pleasure that hadn’t dissipated. Her back was pressed against his chest. Ty slid back and turned her to face him. Leaning up, he traced her face with his finger. When his fingers rubbed across her lips, she nipped at them.
“Be careful, my fire is only banked, not out.”
“Good, because next time it’s my turn.”
* * * *
Her eyes were closed. She’d fallen asleep in his arms. Carefully he moved her to the side and got up. He headed for his parents’ shower. He took a quick rinse, then dried and went back to get his clothes and dress.
She stood partially facing the fireplace. His breath caught at her beauty. The flames cast a shimmering gold color across lush breasts. Full peaks stood out like red cherries waiting to be tasted. Golden hair rippled along her shoulders, caressed her breasts, and fell in long waves down her back. With her porcelain skin, he could see her as a statue of ivory, gold, and pink. Her tiny feet, curvy limbs, luscious breasts, and sweet face would make a lovely figurine for the mantel. She was almost too perfect to be real. And yet when she walked to him and kissed his mouth, her lips were warm, sweet, and very real.
His cock was already coming to attention as she kindled another raging fire inside him.
Her tongue tangled with his in the dance of desire. Faint breaths tickled his neck as she moved down and kissed the place where his heart pounded.
Soft hands rubbed his chest, small fingers played with his nipples. He took a deep breath, but didn’t move. She glanced at his face.
“You’re playing with fire.”
She smiled and slid down to his abdomen. She brushed her lips across his stomach. He watched her stop and gaze at his dick. It almost waved at her for attention. Her warm hand wrapped around him. When he groaned, she straightened up to face him.
“Were you going to dress and leave me sleeping?”
“I had considered it.”
“You can still go.” Her fingers brushed across the top of his dick. She ran her tongue along her lips, and his cock jerked in her hand. “Or you may stay.”
All the blood in his head went straight to his hard cock. Heat rushed through his veins. He kissed her mouth and pulled away. Bending, he picked up his jeans. Her stare burned into his backside.
He heard her little breath when he reached into his pocket and took out another condom. Turning back to face her, he smiled. “I think I’ll stay.”
Her sweet grin made his heart leap. Taking hold of his hand she motioned for him to sit on the rug. When he did, she pushed him flat and straddled his hips.
Bending, she put her hands on his chest and kissed his lips. He opened letting her tongue in to tangle with his. She stroked along the top of his mouth and then ran her tongue over the edge of his teeth. Her fingers rubbed his nipples as electricity zipped straight down his spine. His balls had tightened and his cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to roll her over and plunge deep inside her sweet, hot pussy. But this was her turn as she’d said.
She teased him with her mouth and teeth. She spread light kisses over his neck, chest, and abdomen. When she closed her mouth over his cock, he gripped her soft hair and groaned loudly. His hips rose to meet her lips. She licked, kissed, and sucked on his hot cock. Sparks flashed behind his closed eyelids. Heat rolled across his body, and he had to fight not to come.
He wanted to be inside her before he reached his climax. When he knew he couldn’t take a minute longer without letting go, he gently stopped her. He handed her the condom.
“Put it on me.” Her soft hands touching him were almost his undoing. As soon as the condom was in place, he rolled her to her back and plunged into her tight pussy. Her inner walls clamped snug around him.
Damn, she is so tight, hot, and wet. He moved quickly in and out. She moved her hips to meet his rhythm. His last plunge went deep and hard, he held there as spasms of pleasure rocketed through his body. Her pussy walls rippled around him as she came and drained him completely.
Ty kissed her lips and smiled into her chocolate-brown eyes. “You are so damn sweet.” He rolled to the side and lay catching his breath and getting the strength to dress. He glanced at Lily. Her breath was slowing. The light from the fire shone on the sheen of perspiration on her silky skin. He turned on his side to face her, and brushed his hand along the soft, golden strands of her hair.
Forcing himself to move, he rose and dressed. She watched him silently. Outside the snow had quit falling.
“I’d better head home to my cabin.”
“You could stay here.”
Glancing closer he thought he saw fear in her eyes. “Did that phone call frighten you?”
She turned her head toward the fire. “A little, but I’ll be fine.”
Internally he struggled with the need to stay, and the stronger need to put distance between them. “If I stay, I’ll sleep in here on the couch.” He nodded toward the sofa set against the wall.
Lily rose and picked up her clothes, holding them in front of her. “No, you go on. I’m a big girl. Lock the door when you leave.” She walked out and he heard her steps on the stairs.
He knew he’d hurt her. But he needed time and space. In this weather no one would be out and about. Dressed, he started for the front door, opened it, and then closed it back.
There was no way he could leave her. If something happened—well, he wouldn’t even think about that. He went to his parents’ room and got a pillow and blanket, and then returned to the family room.
Settling on the couch with the pillow and blanket, he closed his eyes. He didn’t really expect to sleep, not with temptation right upstairs. He’d leave early, at dawn, and have breakfast with some of the men, and then ride the trail all day. Later he’d crash and try to forget Lily at least for a little while. Try to break his addictive need to see and touch her.
* * * *
Drake, Brent, and their families arrived late Friday afternoon. Lily waved as the jet landed. Ty stood quietly beside her.
He’d avoided her since the night of the dinner, except for arriving at bedtime each night and sleeping on the couch. She’d told him it wasn’t necessary. She hadn’t received any more calls, but he ignored her, made his bed, and lay with his back to the room.
Finall
y she’d given up and started going to bed earlier to miss seeing him. Then she’d lain awake most of the night thinking about him right below her. Consequently, she was tired and expected he was also.
The jet door opened. Janice and Angie waved as they hurried down the steps with their husbands following. Janice carried her son, and Drake held his daughter’s hand. Lily ran to meet them.
“You look tired,” Angie said and looked deep into Lily’s eyes before hugging her. “I sensed things were not going well.”
“I just stayed awake last night excited about you all coming today.”
Angie gave her a skeptical look but stepped aside for the others to greet her and Ty, who’d walked up behind them.
When they got to the ranch house the men headed to the barn. Lacy insisted on going with her daddy. Drake laughed and took her hand. She threw a triumphant smile to her momma.
“She has her daddy wrapped around her finger,” Janice said. “Where can I put Joe down for a nap?”
“Ty set up the crib in his parents’ room,” Lily said.
Janice carried the baby off. Angie walked into the kitchen with Lily.
“Coffee or hot chocolate?” Lily asked.
“Hot chocolate. What’s wrong? I don’t believe that story you gave me at the landing strip.”
“I do want to talk, but let’s wait for Janice. She may also have some advice to give me.”
“Is that a spice cake?” Angie pulled the cake plate lid off.
“Yes, and made from the recipe you gave me.”
“Cut me a piece. I have to see if it’s as good as mine,” she said and grinned.
“You can’t judge. You’d be partial. Janice”—she spoke to her as she came in the kitchen—“have you had Angie’s spice cake?”
“I have, and it’s excellent.”
“Great. You can be our judge. Sit down at the table.” Lily cut her a big piece of cake and set it in front of Janice.
“Oh no, I don’t want to lose either of you as a friend.”
“There’ll be no hard feelings, really,” Lily reassured her.
Reluctantly, Janice took a bite, then another. “Hmmm, I can’t tell any difference at all.”
“Let me see.” Angie took a bite. “You’re right. You did good, little sister.”
Lily poured coffee for Janice and hot chocolate for her and Angie. Once they were seated, she took a deep breath and told them about her and Ty and the phone call.
“Wow, you’ve gotten a long ways with him. From what Drake has said, he hasn’t shown any real interest in any particular woman since Candice died.”
“Brent has said the same,” Angie added. “And the fact he’s protecting you is significant.”
“I don’t think so. He’d protect anyone in his care. He already carries enough guilt over losing his wife.”
“But it was in no way his fault,” Janice said.
“We all understand that, but he can’t seem to let go of feeling responsible. I’ve hoped he could come to care for me, but it’s hard, almost impossible to compete with a ghost.” Lily blinked her eyes to keep the tears from falling.
Angie’s hand covered hers. “You’ve fallen in love with him.”
“No, not quite, but I’m close.” As she said the words, she knew she was lying, but she wasn’t ready to admit even to herself how much Ty meant to her.
Neither Angie nor Janice said anything for several minutes. Finally, Janice spoke. “He’s had walls up for many years. They won’t come down easily. He’ll fight any feeling you arouse. The fear of loving and losing that person again will make him fight you every step of the way.”
“She’s right,” Angie said. She squeezed Lily’s hand. “Are you willing to risk your heart? If not, you can come stay with us as long as you want.”
“I don’t know. Let me think about your offer. But either way, thank you both for your support.”
Hearing the men’s voices, Angie changed the subject and told them about her and Brent’s excitement over having a child.
Chapter Seven
Friday and Saturday had been full of family activities. But early Sunday morning, Ty woke to pounding on his front door.
Half-asleep, he pulled on his jeans and went to see who was up so early. “Don’t you guys have better things to do than to wake me at six on a Sunday?”
“What, are you getting soft? Let’s saddle some horses and go for a ride before our ladies get up. We have to leave shortly after Sunday dinner,” Drake said.
“We both had something crop up at the last minute that has to be taken care of early tomorrow,” Brent added.
“All right. Come on in and start the coffee. I’m not riding without my first cup. I’ll go dress.”
“I think I was right. You are getting soft,” Drake hollered after him.
Ty hurried dressing. Drake was just pouring the coffee when he came into the kitchen. They each had a cup.
Drake leaned against the counter. “This is a nice cabin. Will you live here if you ever remarry?”
“I’m not going to get married.”
“I don’t know. We both noticed the way you watch Lily and the expression on your face. I think you’ve been bit by the bug,” Brent said.
“Nope, just having a fling.”
Brent’s facial muscles tightened. He stared hard at his brother. “Lily’s not the type of girl you have a fling with. She’s young and innocent.”
“She agreed. I suggest you stay out of our business.”
Ty’s hands clenched, as he stared back at his brother.
Brent stepped into his space. “Lily is my business. She’s my wife’s sister.”
“All right, you two.” Drake pulled Brent back. “There won’t be any fighting. This has been a nice weekend. Ty, you haven’t shown your anger once until now. I’d say that’s a vast improvement. You’re more like the little brother we both remember. If Lily has anything to do with the change, then she’s good for you.”
Ty dumped the last of his coffee in the sink. “Are we going to ride, or sit here and talk like three old ladies?”
Drake hit Ty on the back. “Come on, little brother. I’ll race you to our favorite spot.”
It was a cold, clear morning, although the temperature had risen the last few days. An expansive blue sky spread out over their heads. The snow-capped mountains and prairie stretched in front of them. Ty had forgotten how good it felt to be with his brothers, riding, laughing, connecting in a way he’d lost for so many years.
Had Lily affected his disposition, his outlook? The black cloud over his head and the heavy burden he’d carried had lessened. When they got to their favorite spot, they lay and looked over the edge into the canyon at the wild horses. Just like they had as young boys.
“Remember how much fun we had playing out here?” Brent asked.
“Before we grew up and found out real life could kick you in the teeth,” Ty added. He sat and then stood. His brothers joined him.
“If you don’t let go of the past, you won’t have a future,” Drake said. “I’ve never regretted meeting and marrying Janice. I love her and our children.”
“And hopefully you’ll never lose her.”
“God forbid, but if that happened, I hope eventually I’d learn to live again. I wouldn’t want Janice to never have a life if I died.”
“Neither of you have any idea of the pain. You’ve never experienced my kind of loss and hopefully you won’t. Don’t try to give me advice.”
“You are absolutely right.” Brent went to his horse and untied the reins. “Angie will have breakfast waiting for me.” He took off and rode away.
Drake put his hand on Ty’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. We wanted to be supportive and let you know how much we like Lily. We’d be happy to see you two together. But we don’t know your hurt or how to heal it. Let’s go get breakfast.” He and Ty rode back in silence.
At the ranch house, Ty took the horses. “I’ll rub them down and grab something to eat at
my cabin. See you later.” Heart heavy, he walked toward the barn.
They’d had such a good weekend. He’d ruined it with his asinine attitude. He’d been avoiding Lily since the dinner earlier in the week. He had only seen her when he had to this weekend.
He had hoped to get her out of his mind. To stop the growing attraction he felt for her. He wasn’t ready yet for a serious relationship. But nothing was working. She’d gotten under his skin. He unsaddled Drake’s horse. But he took his out again and rode to the family burial grounds.
A familiar pain hit his chest when he dismounted in front of Candice’s and the baby’s headstones. He hung his head.
“Candice, how do I put you aside and move on? How can I even consider another woman for my wife? I think you’d like Lily. You are both different in personality and looks. But she has a good heart like you.
“Nothing will ever make me forget you or the baby. But Drake and Brent are right. My life is changing, and I can’t seem to stop living.
“Please forgive me for not being there at the end. For having to say good-bye now. I’ll still come here from time to time and tell you what’s happening.” He touched his fingers to his lips and brushed them across her name.
Tears clouded his vision. Pivoting on his heel, he walked quickly to Night Star. The wind in his face dried his tears as he rode to the house. Everyone was cleaning the breakfast dishes. Brent saw him come in.
“Just in time to help clean up, little brother.”
“He always was the best dishwasher,” Drake added.
“Ty, sit here.” Lily pulled out a chair. “I saved a plate of food for you, in case you changed your mind and joined us.”
She went to the oven and brought the platter of food to the table. “Help yourself. I’ll pour your coffee.”
“Thanks.” He grabbed her hand as she started to walk to the coffeepot. “I appreciate you saving this for me.” His eyes stared into hers. Her sweet mouth curved into a smile and curled around his heart.
“Well, another five minutes and it would have been dumped into the trash.” She swung her hips provocatively at him as she sashayed away.
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