Cowgirl Up

by Cheyenne Meadows

He turned his head to look down into her eyes, finding admiration and love in her baby blues.

  “I need to show you…” Releasing her hand, he stood, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When both sides hung free, he pulled the material off and clutched his shirt in his hand. For a long moment he stood there, suddenly afraid of what the next moment might bring.

  Stop being a wimpy jackass. Suck it up and get on with it.

  Tossing his shirt aside, he spun in a gradual circle until his bare back faced Trinity.

  He steeled himself for the gasp, the panic and disgust. For some babbled excuse and her hasty exit.

  When none of it happened, he twisted around to find Trinity walking silently toward him, her gaze locked on his hideous scars. Ever so gently, she reached out, brushing her fingers over the area. “Does it still hurt?” Her soft voice and the concern on her face offered healing to his wounded heart.

  “No. The nerves were damaged in the worst areas, so I feel very little there.”

  He could feel the slide of her hands over most of his skin, a tender caress that nearly brought him to his knees. She studied his back and leaned in to place a kiss on his shoulder. “Badges of courage. That’s what these are. I hate the idea of you in such pain and going through so much, but I can see the bravery written in every line, every spot. A modern day warrior.”

  Nearly unable to believe her words, he turned around to face her, jumping when she traced the puckered skin of his abdomen. “You aren’t disgusted?”

  Her eyebrows furrowed as a frown appeared. “Why would I be?”

  “Because it’s ugly.”

  She snorted and waved a hand. “They’re only ugly in the sense of what horrible things humanity dishes out to one another. The thought of your pain and sacrifice is touching. Humbling.” She met his gaze steadily. “Never could I see anything about you as ugly. You’re gorgeous. Handsome. Always have been and seeing this doesn’t change any of that.”

  Relief washed over him like a cooling rain during a heat wave in July.

  “How can anyone look at you and think such things?”

  “Believe me. Another woman did.”

  “Is this why you didn’t strip down when you spent the night with me here?”

  “Yeah.” He blew out a breath, thankful Trinity stood up to the test and didn’t reject him as he had feared. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

  Trinity shook her head, still learning the contours of each healed wound. “She’s the disgusting one.” Lifting her lips, she kissed his chin. “You’re perfect, Cody. Just the way you are.”

  Hearing those words, he felt the gates open, flushing his system with a desire so hot and powerful, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of Trinity. Relief turned rapidly into full-blown arousal. Her acceptance only sealed the deal on his feelings for this cute little blonde that put the sun and rightness back into his world.

  Unable to formulate and say the words, he opted to show her instead.

  Bending down, he swept her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and deposited her to stand at the very edge. His mouth found hers as he plundered with skill and eagerness, needing to taste her more than anything at this very moment. For the longest time, he just kissed her, finally letting his passion free. She mirrored his actions, giving as much as she took, matching him in enthusiasm.

  He unbuttoned her shirt, needing to finally get his hands on her silky skin, while ratcheting her pleasure to new heights. When the cloth fell open, he lifted his head to stare down at the treasure he’d just unwrapped. A pretty, white bra covered her sweet breasts, only adding to the allure. Toned arms and shoulders spoke of hard manual labor. Her flat stomach drew his attention, momentarily, as did the curve of her hip. They all made for a pathway straight toward the place he wanted to touch, taste, and penetrate over and over again.

  He tugged the shirt completely off and tossed it aside, then trailed his hands over her back, around her stomach, and up to cup her breasts. Gently, he weighed and molded, before unhooking the clasp on her bra.

  Trinity hitched a breath when he nudged the garment away and caressed her taut nipples, worrying them lightly before leaning down for a quick lick.

  She grabbed onto his shoulders and mewled.

  The sound went straight to his hard cock, causing it to ache all the more.

  Grappling with his patience, he worked on her jeans, unzipping the fly, grasping the waistline, and shoving them down until they refused to go any farther due to her cowboy boots.

  She grinned up at him, her eyes flashing with mischief. “I think we should have started with the boots first.”

  He returned her smile. “Yeah. Guess I got distracted.”

  Trinity sat on the bed and tugged off her shoes. Her gaze raked his body. “Why am I the only one naked?”

  “Because I can’t wait to see you. Because you’re beautiful and I want you so bad.” Both statements were true.

  Absently, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down while watching Trinity stand and kick aside the rest of her clothing, including her bikini panties, leaving her completely nude.

  He nearly groaned at the sight.

  Hurriedly, he toed off his own boots and stepped out of the puddle of clothing, to stand naked before her.

  Her eyes traveled the length of him, from top to bottom, then back to stare at his jutting shaft. Her mouth fell open as surprise mixed with appreciation flashed across her face. “Oh, my.”

  He grinned wickedly. “Like?”

  “Uh-huh.” She continued to stare at his cock, which twitched and jumped in reaction. “You’re perfect.” She ran her hands over his chest, found every hill and valley, leaving a fire in her wake. Languidly exploring, she tweaked his nipples, then slid lower, teasing as she went.

  He steeled himself, knowing her delicate touch on his dick would challenge his control.

  Her gaze flicked up to his face. “Can I…”

  “Anything. Everything. I’m yours for the taking.” He gritted out the words as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and lightly squeezed.

  “So soft, yet so hard.” She whispered out the words almost breathlessly and measured him once. Twice.

  A groan escaped his throat. He forced himself to remain still, allowing her all the time she wanted to familiarize herself with his body.

  She brushed her thumb over his tip, smearing the drop of pre-cum over the area.

  He shivered in response.

  “You’re amazing.” Her eyes met his. “Absolutely amazing.”

  The compliment further solidified her standing as the right woman for him.

  Catching her wrist, he removed her hand from his rapidly overheating body. “My turn, sweetheart.” Without preamble, he echoed her earlier act, but spent considerably more time playing with her breasts. He plumped and flicked the peaks, then bent down for another taste.

  Trinity ran her hands through his hair and clutched him to her chest. He felt as much as heard her gasp. Spurred onward, he switched sides, sucking until her nipples pebbled and shined in the morning light streaming through the window. Lowering his hands, he roamed over her back, squeezed her rear, then petted her thighs on his way to the delta between her legs. He drew on her breast and cupped her cleft.

  She startled, then widened her stance, giving him easy access.

  He released her breast with a pop. “That’s it. Let me touch you.” Sliding one finger along her slit, her discovered dampness, then slipped a finger just inside her hot, tight channel. “You’re wet already. So wet.”

  Her body surrounded his finger with snugness, a precursor to what he’d feel when he sank balls deep. The thought caused him to wrestle with his vow to go slow and savor each step of their initial time together. Determinedly, he stayed the course, added another finger and strummed her clit with his thumb.

  Trinity whimpered, shivered, and clung to him.

  “I need you now.” He removed his touch, swept her up, and placed her on the bed.


  She snagged a pillow and placed it under her head, watching him the entire time.

  Cody found his jeans, dug out his wallet, pulled out a condom, and rolled it on. Only then did he take a moment to take in the beautiful scene before him. Trinity spread out on the bed, one leg bent, allowing him a glimpse of glistening dew at her folds. Her chest expanded with each large breath, drawing attention back to her pretty breasts, their raspberry peaks still hard from his earlier attention. She licked her lips, and stared at him with sultry hunger clearly written on her face.

  “Do you want me?” He read the answer in her body, but still needed the words.

  “Yes.”

  His floodgates opened again at her answer. Climbing on the bed, he settled into the space between her legs. “Open for me, baby.”

  She widened her thighs, her eyes locked with his.

  “That’s it. Let me give you pleasure.” He adjusted his position, lining his cock up at her entrance before lowering down to cover her body with his own. Deliberately, he teased her with brief rubs along her cleft while swooping down to claim her lips. She met his with gusto, opening to receive his questing tongue, then tangling in a game of passion-filled tag.

  He pressed forward gently only to meet her body’s strong resistance. He tried again and managed to barely enter her channel before she shifted under him in a motion of retreat. A fragment of concern washed over him. She was so hot and needy a second ago, now he could almost feel her nerves crackle around him.

  Trinity stiffened under him. Baffled, he lifted enough to peer down into her face. She chewed her bottom lip and her eyes were clouded with a strong hint of uncertainty. Cody froze and his heart skipped in worry. “Are you afraid of me, Trin?”

  “No.” She shook her head.

  He considered his body covering her completely, so close their chests rubbed together nearly every single breath. While he preferred a top position with his partners, he could understand why Trinity might feel a bit trapped beneath his bigger frame, especially after Gary had attacked her and pinned her this same way. “Afraid of this? Of sex in this position?”

  “No.”

  He tensed above her, frustrated and fearing her real reason for the last minute nerves. “It’s my scars. You can’t see past them.”

  Anger plastered across her face. Her eyebrows furrowed and her gaze snapped at him. “It’s not your scars. I meant what I said about them, damn it. You’re a warrior and beautiful. Nothing will change my view on that. Ever.”

  Truth carried in her slightly raised voice and adamant declaration, leaving him just as perplexed as before and completely out of ideas. “Then, what in the hell is the issue?”

  Trinity looked away.

  Having none of it, he cupped her chin and drew her focus back to him. “Tell me. Whatever it is. I don’t have enough blood left in my brain to figure it out and there’s no way in hell I’m going to continue with you bracing yourself like I’m going to skewer you.”

  Her blue eyes flared even as her voice rose in both pitch and decibels. “The issue is I’ve never done this before, you’re hung like a horse, and the two together spell out some discomfort for me.”

  Cody blinked down at her, his mouth opening in shock. “You’ve never had sex before?”

  A bright flush blossomed across her face as she lowered her eyelids. “No.”

  “Damn, Trinity.” He smiled wide, then chuckled in amused relief.

  She smacked him soundly on the shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

  He met her gaze, saw hints of a bruised ego, and brushed a kiss across her lips. “I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because I found a beautiful woman who can overlook my faults and she just happens to be a feisty virgin.”

  “They’re not faults. I told you they’re badges of courage.” She sighed and shoved at his chest. “Let me up.”

  Cody shook his head. “Not happening. We have unfinished business.”

  She blinked up at him. “The mood has been lost already.”

  “Not lost. Temporarily shelved, perhaps, but not lost.” He licked the line of her jaw. “I’ll just start over and watch you catch fire again.”

  Trinity groaned dramatically.

  He laughed and lapped at her dainty earlobe with his tongue. “We’re going to be so good together. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Her reaction cooled his jets temporarily allowing him plenty of time to shower her with affection, to bring her to a fiery pitch, before joining their bodies for the first time. He meshed their lips, plundered her mouth, and roamed his hands over her body, learning every curve as he went. He licked her neck and laved her collarbone, before scooting back to reach the rest of her delicious body. Playfully, he kissed her abdomen, her thighs, then lay down on his stomach between her splayed legs.

  “I need to taste you.” He saw her eyes widen, then her breath catch. Satisfied that she’d accept his affections, he dipped his finger back inside her body, twisted his wrist, and readied the way.

  With precision, he burrowed between her folds, and licked a line from bottom to top.

  Trinity lurched and grasped the comforter tightly in her fists.

  He repeated the caress, then centered on her clit as he inserted another finger into her, careful to remain shallow for now.

  She whimpered and arched her back as he tenderly brushed her nub with his tongue.

  “Right there?”

  “Oh God yes.” She bent her legs, then let them fall to the side, giving him ample room to enjoy his feast.

  He continued his foray, supping at her juices as she squirmed and writhed. Carefully, he worked the tense muscles of her slit, preparing her.

  Pressing a tiny bit deeper, his long fingers encountered a flimsy obstruction blocking his path. Trinity flinched.

  “Easy, Trin. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Ever so lightly, he tested the membrane, frustrated when it held under his probing. He hated to cause her an ounce of pain, but the situation appeared unavoidable. He sucked in a steadying breath and debated how to proceed. He could take care of the obstruction right now or later. Fingers or cock. Unable to decide, he decided to offer up the choice to her. He lifted up on his elbows in order to see her clearly. “Trinity?”

  She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes sultry and filled with heightened desire. The expression alone made his dick twitch with increasing need. He forgot all about his question, removed his hand, and covered her body with his once more.

  The memory of her fear hit him square. Unwilling to cross that bridge again, he opted for a different position, one where she could be in charge and give her the freedom she needed to enjoy and manage this first experience.

  Wrapping her in his arms, he rolled them over, stopping when she rested on top of his body.

  Trinity sat up and blinked down at him.

  “Ride me, baby.” He gritted the words out as he reined in his control. “Climb aboard and ride me.”

  She grinned wickedly at him, the earlier trepidation absent from her expression, replaced by stark hunger.

  His gut clenched at the expression, the trust he read in her face. Both humbled and highly aroused, he grasped her hips and guided her into the proper angle. He released her long enough to grab his shaft, tuck the head between her folds, and hold it there. “Sink down, sweetheart. Nice and easy.”

  Perfectly balanced straddling him, Trinity began to lower her body.

  Her body resisted for a split second before the tip of his dick popped in.

  He groaned as she gasped.

  Ever so slowly, she started to join their bodies.

  He studied her face, watching as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her face scrunched as a flash of discomfort appeared in her eyes. She stopped as he lodged against her hymen.

  “Come here.” Cody cupped the back of her head and drew her down for another ravenous lip-lock. When they broke for air, he peppered kisses along her jaw and over to her earlobe. He licked the area, grasped
her hips, then thrust as he yanked her down while sharply nipping her ear.

  She hissed, tensed, then rested her forehead on his chest for a long moment.

  He stroked her back and along her sides, anything to get her past the pain and back to the searing, intense pleasure he needed her to feel. “Okay?”

  Leaning up, she blew out a breath. “Yeah.”

  He detected a hint of discomfort, but more of relief and a heady return of arousal.

  Sitting down, she took him fully into her core, then paused. Her tight inner core gradually accepted him, raining down heat, moisture, and alternately clenching in an erotic display.

  Never had he experienced such great pleasure sliding into a woman’s folds. Trinity’s untried body set fire to his overheated blood and pushed him to his limits of control. He drew on his iron will in order to bear the delightful teasing, determined to hold off long enough for Trinity to come before giving in to the great urge to topple over the edge himself.

  Cody arched his back and pressed deep, enjoying the tightest channel he’d ever entered. “Damn, you feel good.” He caressed her breasts, lightly pinching the tips to tautness.

  “I’m not sure…”

  He traced a line down her chest and belly, making a direct line for her clit. “Rock. Lift. See what feels good and go with it.” Finding her nub, he pressed with exquisite care.

  Her eyes darkened. She rose slightly, then dropped down, her walls massaging his shaft along the way. “Yeah. Just like that.”

  She gyrated, working her hips in a circle, before leaning forward once more, and moving with the steeper angle. “Ohhhhh.” Trinity braced her hands on his chest, then set a slow pace, the rhythm a mixture of bouncing and grinding.

  Cody kept up the attention on her nub, rarely taking his gaze off her face. If she suffered any further pangs, he couldn’t identify the signs. Instead, she threw her head back, opened her mouth, and rode him with natural skill. She closed her eyes and groaned each time he flicked a finger over her clit.

  “Okay?”

  Trinity opened her eyes and peered down at him. “Better than okay. It’s…amazing.”

  He grinned. “I could say the same about you.” Unable to resist, he cupped one of her bobbing breasts and tenderly squeezed while still playing with her hot spot where their bodies connected.