“This must go,” he said. She sat up slightly and he quickly dragged the T-shirt away from her body. He smoothed his hands up her torso, slid around to her back, and expertly unclasped her bra. With a little shimmy of her shoulders, the lace fell away from her beautiful breasts. As soon as they were free, he was suckling them, drawing them deep into his mouth, working the tips until they doubled in size. Her tiny cries filled the room, bouncing off the walls. He raised himself over her and drowned her whimpers with his mouth, getting a taste of her before he slid down her body.
He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, noticing the pink panties that matched her bra—neon and bright. They were skimpy with pictures of quill pens all over them. He was starting to realize just how different this woman was from any he’d ever known. She seemed innocent and naïve, but he knew she was a vixen dying to have her many layers peeled away. He would enjoy learning all of the facets to her, knowing what made her tick.
But for now, he needed to enjoy her body fast because he was about to burst.
He slid her jeans and panties down her hips and she lifted, making the undressing of her easier for him. When he reached her boots, he slipped them off with her clothing.
Once the task of getting her naked was done, he grabbed her thighs and spread her nice and wide, engulfed in her sweet, musk scent of desire. He couldn’t resist another second. He lowered his mouth to her pussy and was met with the sweetest pleasure. Seeping juices coated his tongue with flavor. He moaned at the sheer delight and her groan met and mingled with his.
He slowly made love to her pussy with his tongue and mouth. Gliding his tongue over the swollen curves of her lips, lingering on the clit hidden beneath the silken sheath. Need pulsed through him, wave after wave, possessing his body. His blood boiled and there was a throbbing in his ears. The tip of his cock pounded. His balls ached.
He suckled her core, drawing long figure eights with the tip of his tongue until her cries became warnings that she neared release.
*****
Pippa would have screamed the roof off if she thought it would ease the tension building between her inner thighs. She’d never been given as much pleasure as now with Roman tucked between her thighs.
She could feel her juices flowing from her pussy into his mouth as he lapped her up, sipped her like a fine wine. How had she breathed, lived, survived without this feeling, this sensation?
In this moment, under his touch, she’d grown into a knowledgeable woman, finding parts of her that had been numb until now. He pierced her with his tongue, gliding in and out of her opening, making a silent promise of what he’d do with his cock later. She clenched his tongue as a spiraling heat swirled through her belly, stroking her with its magical hands. The invisible rope grew tighter until she thought she might pass out from the awe-inspiring feelings rocking her.
The release came fast and mind-blowing, ripping through her in a honeyed bliss. She sank her head into her pillow, her head thumping against the wooden headboard until the muscles of her core softened, leaving her a lifeless body with a heartbeat.
He continued to feast on her, her muscles involuntarily jerking as the last remnants of her orgasm left her body. He sucked up the remaining bit of her juices, rolling his tongue over the sensitive folds until he left her secret part and came back to her, face-to-face.
Clutching the front of his shirt, in one swift movement, she tore the material apart. Buttons flew and skated across the floor. He tore the material the rest of the way from his body. She skimmed her hungry gaze over him, taking in his broad chest and lifting her head to lick the flat, pink nipples. She grazed her teeth along the masculine beads, then trailed kisses across the smooth skin of his chest. Kissing his neck, she lifted her chin and suckled his ear lobe, drawing the soft flesh into her mouth.
Placing her palms against his chest, she pushed him back onto the bed, lifting to her knees, her hair falling over one shoulder. She worked his belt buckle, the metal clanging as she loosened it then tore the leather belt from the loops of his jeans. Carefully, teasingly, she undid the button and unzipped the fly, their fingers meeting on the jeans and together pushing them from his hips and thick thighs. “Just one second, sweetheart.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out his billfold and reached for the foil wrapped protection. “Don’t want to forget this.”
She took the package from him, ripped off the top and took out the velvety soft condom. Within seconds, she had him protected and was straddling him, her wet pussy spread over his torrid cock. He grabbed his erection and guided the fat tip to her opening and she sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of her.
He was large and she was tight, so he took great care in stretching her, inch by inch, sliding his way inside of her. She closed her eyes, laid her head back onto one shoulder and allowed her body to go into auto-drive. She swirled her hips, clenching the muscles, milking him and drawing him deeper into her body.
Once he was fully sheathed, she opened her eyes and met his warm gaze. They fit together so perfectly that it was breathtaking.
“This is perfection,” he whispered. “Spread wider, slightly, give me deeper entrance, sweetheart.”
At his request, she swirled her bottom, spreading her thighs wider and his plump head pressed against her insides. She cried out at the erotic sensation. His lips thinned and his eyes glazed. He felt it too.
She lowered over him, kissing him, tongues dueling. He tucked his arms around her waist and, in one swift motion, he had her on her back, not breaking the connection of their bodies. He pushed her knees upward, wider, and he sunk an inch deeper.
He moaned.
She grinded her hips against his, pushing then churning. He easily shifted his hips, pulling out to his tip, then sinking deep again. Wanting closeness, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him, swirling her bottom in an erotic pattern that had him panting for breath.
He lifted himself high above her, holding her gaze, then slamming into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and temples. His eyes glazed and the veins in his neck bulged. He was so close…
She reached between their bodies and cupped his balls, gently squeezing. He groaned and pressed against her, jerking. Once he stiffened, she knew he’d reached released.
And in that moment, she knew she’d made the very best decision by coming here. Whatever the connection was between them, whatever fate brought them together, it deserved to be explored and not forgotten.
*****
Roman lay beside Pippa, hearing her soft breathing. She’d fallen asleep and he was still awake, questioning if he was neck-deep in a dream because how had he gotten so damn lucky in real life?
He could hear the pounding of his heart in his temples as his body finally started relaxing from the fantastic, life-altering orgasm he’d experienced.
He looked down at her still profile. She was absolutely beautiful.
Tearing a hand through his hair, he sighed.
How the hell was he going to explain her to his brothers? They would be shocked at his revelation at first, but they’d be happy for him—wouldn’t they? Or would they think he was quite foolish to marry a stranger?
A part of him didn’t give a damn what they thought. He was an adult and didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.
And yet, he did care what his siblings thought, however, it really didn’t matter now. He agreed to stay married to Pippa, for how long, he wasn’t sure. They never did narrow down an exact date. Not that he needed one. He was partly to blame for this mess, and he’d never been one to cower away from anything. He planned to be here for Pippa. She was his wife.
Wow…his wife.
Most people would think he was crazy—insane. But whether it was the aphrodisiac of her magnificent body or she’d hypnotized him with her beautiful gaze, it all seemed right to him. A man only lived once and why not take the roller coaster ride of a lifetime?
She cracked one eye open.
“Hey, I
thought you were asleep.” He captured her lips and she made a whimpering sound.
“I think this is what they call sexually comatose,” she chuckled.
“That good, huh?” He slid the tips of his fingers along the silken curve of her neck, stopping at the pulse in her throat. Goosebumps splattered her skin and he dragged her closer to his side. She shifted, turning to snuggle deeper into the crook of his arm and body. He couldn’t describe how good it felt to have her warm, soft body next to his.
“Don’t get the big head, but I’ve never met another man who could take me through heaven.”
He lifted his head slightly, looking down at her. “Just mediocre lovers in the past?”
“Or just one phenomenal lover who put the others to shame.” She twirled her finger through the patch of hair under his belly button, causing him to shudder. “We certainly have a connection.”
“Should’ve known a one-night stand wouldn’t be enough.”
She leaned on her elbows, looking at him. “Do you always follow impulse?”
He shrugged. “I’ve been known to jump and forget the parachute.”
“Tell me about this ex-wife of yours. I feel like I need to know more.”
“There’s not a lot to tell. We were married Saturday and come Monday she was enjoying side dishes.”
“Are you exaggerating?”
“A bit, but we were only married for a short time. We were both in it for the wrong reasons.”
“Like us?”
He gave his head a shake. “Remember, you’re not my ex and I’ve grown a lot since her.”
She walked her fingers up his abs to his chest. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.”
“Actually, it was a relief. But what about you, sweetheart. Why hasn’t your knight in shining armor come along and swept you up?”
“Wouldn’t you know that the person who has all of the good advice for everyone else, doesn’t have the answer for herself.”
“Nah, I think that makes perfect sense. With everyone else, you see things without bias, but with yourself, it’s personal. Now you just need someone to help guide you.”
“I have dictators. A manager and my fans. I do what they want me to do. Those are the rules.” She sighed and dropped her chin to his chest.
“Who the hell says those are the rules? You’re your own person and you’re the only one who has to live your life.”
“I see your point, but along with reputation comes responsibility. I have a responsibility to the people who rely on me.”
“I understand accountability, sweetheart. I was in the public eye once too.”
“It’s different for you though. Fans expected you to be rough and tough, to sleep with the buckle bunnies and come out the hero.”
He swallowed against the tightness in his throat. The way she made it sound he was an asshole. Guilty as charged. He’d done a lot of things he wasn’t proud of, but a man could change. “Am I the first cowboy you got caught up with?” he asked, watching several expressions flit across her face.
“The first real cowboy, yes. There’s a big difference.”
He laughed, rubbing his palm down his face. She watched him, absorbed in more than just his movement. “You wouldn’t be here without the responsibility to your people?”
“I don’t know. Wish I could answer that. They seemed to have been my focus for everything the last few years.”
He felt a stabbing sensation straight into his chest. Was he risking his heart and emotions being with her? Didn’t she just admit that she was here to save her career? Yeah, she had while sitting at the table. He needed to keep that in mind.
Then why didn’t his emotions close off like a water faucet? He’d been with women before without emotions. He dipped his nose into her hair and inhaled. She smelled so good, felt even better, and that’s why he couldn’t pull away.
She lifted her chin, kissing him on the cheek. “No, once wouldn’t have been enough. We’d have found each other again.”
He smiled, feeling on top of the world. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but he was for damned sure going to take her sunlight and let it brighten his darkened world. “Just know, darlin’, I got your back. We’ll send those trash talkers straight to hell.” He winked.
One corner of her mouth lifted and her eyes dazzled. “I don’t know you very well, but I believe you. I trust you.”
“You should. I’m a loyal, trust-worthy cowboy.” He swept the pad of his thumb along the slight dip of her chin. “If you have any questions, be sure to ask.”
CHAPTER NINE
ROMAN STEPPED INTO the building of Second Chances Securities, better known as SCS, greeted Susie, their receptionist, who was busy filing her nails. She gave him a half-hearted response and he continued down the hall to his office. He switched on the light and saw the pile of paperwork sitting in the center of his desk. “Fuck!” He’d forgotten to skim through the numbers before the staff meeting this morning—in a few minutes to be exact.
His brain wasn’t on business mode, but who could blame him? In a matter of days, he had met a woman and made her his wife. Most people at least got a honeymoon.
Rounding the desk, he took a seat in the comfortable leather chair and opened the folder, trying to see passed his personal thoughts and onto the financial aspects of the company he and his brothers opened. It wasn’t as if they needed the money, or the extra workload. The ranch kept them busy enough, but when a close friend of theirs was retiring and selling the thriving business, Roman and his siblings decided they should buy it as an investment and rename it.
Sometimes they could rub each other the wrong way, as all siblings do. But they were family and that meant they’d take care of each other through thick and thin.
They each played a role to keep SCS running smoothly.
Weston was the leader, natural born. Penn and Hugh both took on more of the high profile jobs that involved private investigation and undercover work. Urban worked well with his hands and did the inside jobs—installing security panels and systems. Roman had taken on the financial side of business with SCS and the ranch, as well as being a peacemaker when his brothers got out of hand. Sometimes he deserved a damn medal for tolerating the bickering.
His mind automatically drifted to Pippa. After making love again last night, they’d finally fallen asleep, too exhausted to move. When he awoke this morning, she was sprawled across the bed, the sheet barely covering one soft, naked hip. He’d stood staring for the longest time, getting his fill of this new woman who’d practically accidently fallen into his life—like a fallen angel. And as he stood there, he was overcome with a heavy load of realization that he could fall for her. All of his walls were crumbling.
He grabbed a pen from the horseshoe shaped cup Brie had made him and clicked the top repeatedly in restless energy. The numbers blurred on the paper and he sat back into his chair, the springs popping in resistance. He knew what he was facing. He had to tell his brothers about Pippa while they were all in one spot.
He blew out a long breath.
“Ready?” Weston poked his head inside of the doorway.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Roman pushed back the chair and stood, following his brother down the hall and into the conference room where Penn, Urban, and Hugh were already sitting at the square, pockmarked table talking about the security job that Hugh was handling later that day. Something about a gentleman’s club. Out of all of his brothers, that’s who Roman most saw himself in. They both had a go-with-the-flow attitude and didn’t like arguing, although they weren’t to be messed with.
Roman took his seat beside Penn and dropped the file down. Several papers slipped from the folder and he pushed them back into a neat stack. Once Weston sat down and they got the greetings out of the way, Roman tapped his fingers on the table which brought everyone’s attention onto him. It was now or never. Four sets of similar eyes all stared at him. His heart kicked up in speed and he swallowed against the const
riction in his throat. “I have something to say—”
“It’s okay, bro. I already know,” Urban said with a shit-eating grin.
Roman snapped a look down the table. “You do?”
He nodded. “I saw the car in your driveway this morning. It’s about time you had overnight company.” His words sent Penn and Hugh laughing, but Weston didn’t cock one hint of anything but a narrowing of eyes. He was very observant and knew Roman had more to add.
“Let him finish.”
Urban grimaced and shrugged a shoulder. “Be my guest,” he mumbled.
Roman’s gaze fell to the folder, then back up, looking at each of his brothers. There wouldn’t be an easy way to break the news so he just went for it. “While I was in Vegas I got hitched.”
There was a long ten-second silence until Urban burst into laughter. “Good one, bro. You almost had me there for a second.”
“And me,” Hugh chimed in.
“Who the hell is she?” Weston said, causing the other men to pipe down.
Roman rubbed his chin. “Her name is Pippa Wilder and that’s whose vehicle you saw this morning,” he said to Urban.
“Holy shit! Are you kidding me?” Penn grumbled. “That’s the woman from the rodeo.”
“Damn, bro. Why’d you go and do a thing like that?” Hugh sighed.
Shrugging, Roman dropped his hands to the table with a thump. “I don’t want an inquisition, you hear?”
“When do we get to meet the bride?” Weston asked.
“I’d like to give her a few days to get the feeling for the place before she comes into contact with you heathens who might scare her away.” And give me some time to get to know her myself first.
“Understandable, but you can’t keep her hidden long, Ro. We’re your brothers and we have the right to give her the popular Jericho welcome into the family.” Penn elbowed Urban in the ribs.
“Yeah, that can wait. Now, let’s turn things over from my personal life to business.” Better to leave it sweet and simple. “You should all love to hear that we’re up ten percent in earnings.” He reached in, grabbed the stack of papers and passed one copy to each of them.
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