Cowgirl Up

by Cheyenne Meadows

  “Oh. Yes. Yes.” She bit her lip and slid up and down his shaft with increasing power, speed, and confidence. Her long hair licked at her back as she dug her nails into his pecs.

  The small sting notched up his arousal to a fevered pitch. “So fucking good.” He cupped her rear, giving the area a tap, then latched onto her hip in an attempt to guide her motions, to keep her in check only enough to maintain their joining. Cody dug his feet into the mattress, using the leverage to meet her downward thrusts.

  Trinity mewled, tossed her head, and began to pant. Her body began to tense, making her movements more insistent, more demanding.

  “You’re almost there.” Cody gritted out the words between clenched teeth. His balls tightened, his erection throbbed. He sat on the edge and refused to go over. Not without Trinity. “Come for me, baby.” He shamelessly caressed her clit, rubbing lightly, then plucking.

  She drew taut as a bowstring on a hitched breath. An unarticulated cry left her lips.

  Still no orgasm. “Fly with me, Trin. I’m right here. Just let go and fly. I promise I’ll catch you.” He reassured her as best as he could, considering he could barely think at all.

  Her eyes met his, then her pupils began to dilate. She lurched with sharp strokes, taking him fully into her body, before lifting once more. She pounded. She writhed. Her inner muscles clung to him with amazing strength.

  He clenched his teeth and kept his fingers moving along her juicy slit. He pulled on the last of his willpower to stay the course, just a little longer.

  Centering his thumb over her clit, he pressed, then twisted his wrist.

  “Cody?”

  He thrust for home, holding her in place. “Just. Let. Go.” He repeated the motion, felt her entire body tighten, then her core clamped so tight he couldn’t move if he wanted to.

  Strong ripples massaged his dick, shoving him to the brink, and immediately over. He shouted, bucked, and soaked up the seemingly endless waves of bliss crashing over him. Lights danced in front of his eyes before he started to float back down, the pulses slackening in their intensity all too soon.

  He sucked in a deep breath and focused on Trinity, who lay across his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as the last of his orgasm faded, leaving him spent, sweaty, and happier than he’d been in a good long time.

  Although he’d never said the words aloud, down deep he feared that no woman would be able to handle his scars, both physical and emotional. Now, Trinity had blown those concerns right out of the water and set him free once more. With the huge weight lifted, he felt like a new man, a worthwhile one, who wanted nothing more at this moment than to just hold the woman of his dreams.

  Trinity sighed, the puff of breath warm against his skin. She folded her arms over his chest, then rested her chin on her hands.

  A softness replaced the scrunched up tension on her face along with a small grin, one that spoke of satisfaction and enjoyment.

  “All right?”

  “Perfect.” She shimmied her hips, sending another spark of pleasure to his quickly rebounding shaft.

  He knew she’d reached climax, but her expression and reply solidified his understanding of her gratification in his arms. Considering this was her first time, he could only hope she not only found sex to be blissful, but hungered for more. Judging by her response, he’d hit the bull’s eye on his goal. His ego skyrocketed.

  “Can we do that again? Now?” She arched her back and milked his cock with her core.

  “Shit.” He bracketed her hips and held her still, lest he give in to the nearly overwhelming temptation to roll her over and fuck her until she screamed his name in rapture.

  She arched an eyebrow.

  He smiled in amusement. “I’d like nothing more, but I need a minute to recuperate first. Not to mention a small task or two.”

  She tilted her head. “Such as?”

  “Up you go.” Cody lifted her, gritting his teeth when she shuddered in his arms. She was still wired for more. He’d give her as much as she needed afterward. First things first.

  He rolled to the side of the bed, quickly removed the condom and tied up the end as he walked to the bathroom. There, he tossed it in the trash, found a washcloth, and cleaned up. Grabbing another one, he wet it with warm water, then retraced his steps, his gaze locked on Trinity each step of the way.

  She’d turned to her side, rested her chin on her hand, and watched him with a spark of lust and appreciation in her eyes.

  He climbed back on the bed and made a made a circular motion with his finger. “Roll over. On your back. Let me wash you.”

  A bright pink tint appeared on her cheeks. “No. I can…” She started to get up.

  He stopped her with a hand on her stomach, gently pressing until she lay back again. “Do you trust me?”

  She nodded. “I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I hadn’t.”

  “Good. Then just relax and let me care for you.” He waited for her legs to part, then ran the cloth over her tender flesh with gentle strokes.

  “Did I hurt you?’

  Her blush brightened. “No.”

  “Not at all?” He studied her face.

  “Just a pinch. Really.” She met his gaze, then glanced away.

  Her embarrassment touched him as did her generous gift. She’d chosen him to be her first. And only.

  The sentiment stuck. Even after having her, he craved her again. Never would he get enough of Trinity, her loving, her sweetness, her optimism, and giving nature. Whether she knew it right now or not, she’d become more important to him than his own life. Making love only solidified the fact.

  Making love. Not just loose sex. He’d played around most of his adult life and knew the difference to the marrow of his bones. In taking Trinity, he discovered a previously undiscovered treasure, one he planned on plundering for years to come.

  Finished with his task, he left the bed again, tossed the stained cloth in the sink, then returned to her. He stretched out, wrapped her in his embrace, then spooned her snug against his body. Lazily, he pressed butterfly kisses to her nape. “Thank you.”

  She twisted in order to look up at him. “For what?”

  He brushed his lips over her shoulder. “For accepting me, scars and all. For trusting me. For giving me your virginity.” The quiet words, filled with emotion, carried easily between them. “I’m honored. Humbled. And pretty damn happy right now.”

  She grinned. “That makes two of us.” Settling on her back, she brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “Thank you for sticking by me, for being there when I needed you the most. For being so kind, sweet, and gentle.”

  “My pleasure.” He nuzzled her cheek, then pressed his lips briefly against her upper breast.

  “Cody?”

  “Hmmmm?”

  “I love you.”

  He lifted enough to peer down into her twinkling eyes. “I love you too, Trin.” He matched her smile and his heart skipped a beat.

  She chuckled, then yawned big. “I think you’ve worn me out.”

  “Me? I believe you were the one holding the reins.”

  “Uh-huh.” Her eyes began to close.

  He kissed her cheek. “Go to sleep, Trin. I’ll be right here.”

  “Okay.” She drifted off in his arms.

  He stayed awake for a long time just watching her rest and counting his lucky stars.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Cody woke chilly. Odd since he should be toasty with the combined body heat of two people. He rolled onto his side, reached for Trinity, and found her spot vacant. Cracking open his eyes, he frowned at her absence. They had made sweet love hours ago, now she’d slipped from the bed. Sitting up, he scrubbed his hands over his face, yawned, and listened. Since no sounds carried from the bathroom, he quickly ruled that room out.

  Which left one other option.

  Slightly concerned, he pondered why she would wake up and leave. He had intentions of snuggling, kissing her awake, then
exploring more of her delicious body. Instead, she slipped out while he still slept.

  Unsure what to think about the situation, he decided to not make a mountain out of a mole hill. After all, Trinity just lost her virginity a few hours ago. Nerves and a bit of shyness were to be expected. More than likely, she woke up, decided to let him sleep, and headed out to tend to the horses in her barn. She wasn’t running, just following habits.

  At least he hoped that was the case. She’d found pleasure in his arms, he made sure of it. Hell, they nearly set the sheets on fire with their passion. Trinity might be a bit unsure right now, but she wouldn’t run. Not her style.

  The girl cowgirl upped more than anyone else he’d ever known. Including her male counterparts.

  He slid out of bed, tugged on his jeans and socks before pulling on his jacket. Not bothering with his shirt, he headed to the door, opened it, and stepped through. The sight before him stole his breath.

  Trinity stood in Victory’s stall, brushing his big body, as he stood relatively still despite the absence of crossties. As Cody watched, Victory turned his head, clamped his lips over the finishing cloth stuffed in her jean’s pocket, then tugged it out. He waved the piece of material, then released it to drop to the ground.

  Trinity’s giggle carried to his ears, making him smile.

  She picked up the cloth, shoved it back in her pocket, and had barely started brushing Victory again before the stud repeated the act, obviously enjoying their game.

  Totally entertained and amused. Cody leaned against the doorway and took pleasure in watching the interplay of horse and woman.

  The jeans she wore outlined her curves, while her long, blonde hair swayed in her ever present ponytail. Each arm motion drew her long-sleeved T-shirt snug, giving him a nice view of her perky breasts.

  Beautiful.

  He’d always thought Trinity radiated natural beauty, but today she shined brighter than ever. Her immense joy in playing with Victory only added to her prettiness. To everyone else, the hot-tempered stud remained elusive and snippy. For Trinity, he turned into a humorous pet, his silliness contagious.

  She laughed once more, the melodic sound sending a warm sensation thorough him.

  She belongs here. With the horses she adores.

  The realization took hold and solidified. To take her away would leave an empty hole in her heart. It wasn’t just about Legacy, it was about Victory and the others too. They all shared a special bond.

  He wanted Trinity. She needed Kentucky. This farm. Her temperamental, gorgeous thoroughbred stallions.

  Looks like I’m packing up and heading east.

  Excitement surged at the idea. Not as much as taking Trinity back to bed and showing her a few more decadent tricks, but definitely more than he’d experienced since he’d obtained his veterinary license and started searching for a new career and a way to leave his old life in the past.

  They would work out the details later, but he knew he’d come home.

  Content with his decision, he crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled to himself as Victory stole the cloth once more, then bobbed his head as if to draw attention to his accomplishment and resulting prize.

  “You’re such a goose, Victory.” Trinity laughed, reclaimed the cloth once more, then returned it to her pocket.

  As predicted, Victory immediately took it back.

  Trinity shook her head and kept brushing, running the soft bristles over his spine before working on his rump. She glanced over, met Cody’s eyes, and smiled warmly. “Good afternoon.”

  He stepped forward, not stopping until he stood at the door of the large stall. “I missed you in bed,” he answered quietly.

  “I was wide awake. You needed rest after being up all night and running yourself ragged at the finals. Besides, you’re pretty cute when you’re sleeping.” She continued on with her grooming, sure hands going over every inch of Victory’s dappled body.

  The stallion nodded again, making the cloth flap in the process.

  “He sticks his nose up in the air when given a jolly ball, but loves to steal the grooming cloth. Go figure.” Jolly balls were plastic balls with a handle, a horse toy, used often with thoroughbreds and other breeds of horses who spend a lot of time in their stalls to help alleviate boredom and give them a way to exert some of their bundled up energy.

  Cody shook his head. “He’s a character all right. Amazing to watch him like this considering his scouting report of running both hot and cold, throwing temper tantrums, and disliking the majority of the human race.”

  “He’s mellowed over the years.” Trinity finished with the brush and stepped in front of the stallion. “Okay, Victory. Hand over the cloth.” She latched onto the end and tugged lightly.

  Victory held tight.

  “Oh, good grief.” Digging into her pocket, she pulled out a small piece of hard candy. “Trade you.” She made a big production of removing the plastic wrap.

  Immediately, Victory dropped the material, stretched out his neck, and snatched the treat from her fingers. He crunched twice, snuffled her pocket once more, then dashed back into his paddock with a piercing whinny.

  Trinity bent over to pick up the discarded piece of linen. Her jeans molded her perfectly heart shaped rear.

  Cody’s eyes narrowed as a sharp jolt of arousal zinged through him. His breath caught and his cock hardened immediately. Erotic images flashed through his mind at the picture she presented. He would bend her over the bed and sink into her hot, tight body, taking her like a stallion mounted a mare. Or, perhaps, get her on hands and knees, then cover her as he thrust hard and deep. She’d moan, push back, lower her shoulders to the mattress, and offer herself up for his taking.

  “Cody?”

  The sound of his name jostled him out of the daydream. “Hmm?”

  She arched an eyebrow. “You have that look again.”

  “What look is that?”

  “The one where I’m a side of beef and you’ve been living on seaweed for months.”

  He chuckled at the spot on analogy. Except his hunger didn’t revolve around his stomach. “What can I say? You inspire me.”

  “I can live with that.” She shot him a saucy grin.

  “Ready to come in?”

  “Maybe…”

  He saw the mischievous spark in her eyes mixed with sultry heat. His cock hardened all the more.

  Stepping forward, he caught her hand, and tugged. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh-huh.” He enjoyed the sensual bantering, the longing on her face, the teasing sway of her hips with every step she took.

  “Okay. Talked me into it.”

  He laughed and led her back inside, securing the door behind them. “Glad to know I’m persuasive.”

  She peered up at him with longing. “If it’s anything like earlier, I’m all yours.”

  I’m all yours. The words struck a chord in his heart. Possessiveness rushed to the fore. She was his and he wasn’t dumb enough to screw things up.

  He bracketed her head and drew her in for a kiss, sweet and tender at first before turning white hot with released passion. The moment she responded with gusto, he caught fire. Yanking on her clothes, he freed them as much as possible in between tongue dueling and foraging with deep kisses. Each one fed the fire and compelled him to do more. So much more.

  He managed to shove her jeans down, immediately cupping her folds when she stepped out of the shackling puddle at her feet. Wetness met his probing touch as he latched his mouth onto one rosy nipple.

  “Oh, Cody.” Trinity held his head to her breast with one hand and stroked his sides, flank, and back with the other. “You make me burn.”

  He lifted his head. “I’m right there with you. We’ll catch fire together.” An idea blossomed. He shucked his clothing in record time before sitting down on the floor at her feet.

  Trinity stared at him with a perplexed expression on her face.

  Cody s
miled wolfishly, already running his hands up her long legs. “I can’t get the idea out of my mind. Ever since you bent over to retrieve that damn finishing cloth and stuck that perfect ass in the air.”

  He caressed her flesh, the soft skin beneath his fingers covering firm muscles. More than a turn-on.

  “Hold still, baby. I need a taste.” He tugged her closer until her thighs bracketed his shoulders with his mouth poised right against her cleft. As soon as she was balanced, he used his fingers to spread her folds a bit more, then pushed his tongue into her channel.

  She squealed and jumped. He repeated the motion before edging back marginally, enough to lick along the cleft and buzz her straining clit along the way. He felt tremors flow through her.

  Absorbing the feedback, he repeated the caress, then stiffened his tongue and pressed into her entrance, hungrily licking up every drop of her sweet nectar along the way.

  Sweet cries drove him onward, encouraging him to fondle and feast. Reaching around, he grabbed her butt cheeks and held on tight as he centered his attention on her taut nub. He flicked his tongue over her clit, then lapped in earnest.

  Trinity whimpered and writhed against his snug hold. “Yes. Oh, yes. Cody, please.” She began to pant before bending over to brace herself with fingers that dug into his shoulders.

  The slight sting spurred Cody all the more. He needed to jack up her pleasure, then get behind her and sink balls deep into her tight slit. Make love to her like there’s no tomorrow. Send her flying to the stars and screaming out his name in ecstasy.

  Over and over again, he worked her clit, holding her still while he lavished caresses to her pleasure button.

  Her breath caught, muscles tightened to the point of breaking. She moaned, then yelped. Still he relentlessly licked.

  The first spasms rippled through her body like high tide waves, strong and continuous. He lapped furiously, then quickly tapered off as he noted her orgasm fading. With one more brief touch with his tongue, he turned his head and pressed kisses to her upper thighs.

  Gradually, her breathing slowed as her body relaxed. Cody took advantage of her recovery time to stand up and wrap her protectively in his arms. He soothed her with slow rocking motions and sweet nothings whispered in her ear, helping her ease back down to earth. She melted into him, an action that touched his very soul.