Cowboy Sanctuary (The Dixon Ranch)

by Michelle Hughes

  She looked at my thick, long length with something akin to awe—at least, if I was reading her right. I felt like the luckiest man on earth. Taking her hand in mine, I guided it to the base, and she wrapped her fingers around it, unable to close them around my girth. Best. Damn. Feeling. Ever! When she kept that hand still, I guided her with my own.

  “You’re so big.” I knew she wasn’t trying to stroke my ego, and for her, that probably wasn’t a good thing. That hand tightened, taking every other thought out of my mind as Dana brought me right to the edge of paradise, and I knew I should stop. It wasn’t fair to her, since I hadn’t given her the same pleasure. When I removed my hand, I figured she’d stop.

  Instead she continued right where I’d left off tutoring her, and I groaned loudly. “I’m gonna make a mess if you don’t stop,” I bit out between clenched teeth because it felt so good. That the last thing I wanted to do was end the lesson. She quickened the rhythm, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. My balls were tightening as it was. “Sweetheart, I’m serious!” Too late. Pearly streams covered her talented fingers, and she looked fascinated at the mess we’d made.

  I hadn’t come that way since I was a teenager in high school getting my first hand job. There was something to be said for it. I preferred doing it in a mouth, or better yet a warm pussy, but that had been amazing! When I could think again, I popped the button on the glove compartment and pulled out some napkins. I cleaned her up first, took care of myself next, then slid my hand up her thigh.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. Her hand covered mine, and the uncertainty in her eyes I refused to allow. Surely she didn’t think I was going to let her get me off and not make sure she didn’t enjoy herself?

  “Returning the favor.” I winked, and her eyes widened as I continued riding my hand up until it rested over the damp panties hiding what my fingers were searching for.

  “You . . . you don’t have to.” I wasn’t sure if she was asking me to stop or just being nice, but I damn sure did have too. There was no way in hell I was letting her out of this truck without touching that perfect flesh. Her hand was still covering mine but fell away as I rubbed over her slit.

  Her legs closed, capturing me as I slid my fingers underneath the thin material, but instead of relenting, I caressed those velvety silk folds until she was pressing against my touch. “Open up for me. I promise it will feel even better,” I coaxed. Her expression was a mix of startled enjoyment and concern, and I found it precious. She inched her legs open slightly, and I increased the pressure and friction until her soft cries filled the cab.

  Her body flooded my fingers with her need, and I slowly slid one finger inside her too-tight passage. She was so little, I’d break her in two with my shaft, but I refused to think about that now. This was about her, and I wanted to make it so good she could never deny this passion between us again.

  “Brock.” My name escaped her lips on a whimper. “Please don’t stop.”

  I rode her gently that way, enjoying how her flesh gripped me and held on with each withdrawal. “I won’t. Let go, sweetheart. I want to feel it.” I’d never wanted anything more. Watching her come undone was more beautiful than any sight I’d ever seen. I kept up the gentle plunge and release until she rode out the waves, and I wanted to do it all over again just to see that expression on her face.

  Sliding free, I brought that finger to my lips, licking away the sweet, tangy flavor. She grimaced in response, and I chuckled. “Next time I want my mouth there.”

  “That’s not happening,” she said, sliding down her skirt primly.

  I must have heard her wrong. How could she fall apart like that and then tell me we wouldn’t experience more?

  “You can’t deny that you want to do this again.” I refused to allow it. She couldn’t even lie to herself about how much she enjoyed it.

  “I wasn’t going to. I just don’t want your mouth there.” Dana looked away, her cheeks reddening.

  I was floored. What woman didn’t want her pussy licked? None that I’d ever met before. Then it hit me that she’d never touched a shaft before. Maybe she’d never let a man pleasure her that way either.

  “How far have you gone?” I needed to know everything about her. It was probably rude to ask her that question since I wouldn’t want to talk about my past sexual history.

  “God, Brock. This far. OK?”

  Before I could open my mouth, she slid out of the truck, and I let her words sink into my thick skull. Not only was my girl a virgin, she was inexperienced in every way when it came to sex. The thought excited me. A lot. I hopped down from the truck, walked to her side, and pulled her into my arms again, kissing her passionately.

  “I’m going to teach you everything,” I promised. And I looked forward to every minute of it. She was mine to hold, cherish, tutor, and train. If there was a better woman in this world, I’d never met her. It was going to take more than the good Lord had on this earth to keep this woman from being mine now!

  I forced myself to show her around the cottage, and she told me it was perfection. I couldn’t disagree. My mom had decorated this thing, and it had every female touch imaginable. For a man it would be a little too frilly. Selfishly I didn’t want her to like it that much because I wanted her living with me and Jeremy. That was something we could talk about later. If I couldn’t have her in my house, this was the next best thing.

  “So, think it’ll work then?”

  I didn’t need an answer. Her expression said it all, at least until we walked into the bedroom. Mom had put in a huge, four-poster, queen-size bed, and her eyes looked to it and back to me.

  “It’s perfect,” she said. “We should probably get out of this room.”

  It took me a minute to get it. She was worried I’d ask her into that bed with me. “How come? I should show you the bathroom here.” I wasn’t that tactless. OK, I was, but not with someone like her. She deserved to be dated, and even what I’d done in the truck was ill-mannered. When we made love, it was going to be because she knew I was the man she planned on spending the rest of her life with. We didn’t have to wait for marriage, but I wanted her to be certain I was who she wanted. I planned on making sure that happened.

  “This is crazy. We hardly know each other,” she replied. Her eyes were back on the bed again, making all my good intentions seem stupid.

  “So you don’t want to climb into that bed and let me show you just how incredible lovemaking can be between us?” I was only half joking. The thought of her agreeing to let me do every wicked thing I had planned in my head was making me forget the plan.

  “It’s because I do that I don’t think we should be in here together. We’ve known each other only a few days. If we do this and things don’t work out, Jeremy is the one who really loses.” The emotion filling her eyes told me her heart was in the right place, and her words expressed that she wanted exactly same thing I did.

  “You’re right,” I agreed. “We don’t gotta rush this, Dana. Why don’t we try this? I promise not to take things any further than petting until we’re both sure this—” I pointed my finger to her then back to me “—is more than just physical.” I hoped she didn’t mind lots of foreplay because I was already hard again and aching to feel her hand on me.

  “What if I want more?” she asked.

  Would this girl never stop shocking me? Here I was trying to be a good man for her, and she was tempting me at every turn.

  “I’m not a saint, sweetheart,” I answered. “You’re gonna have to be strong enough for both of us if we want to make sure this is the right thing.” Please let her tell me she can’t wait. I needed her so damn badly that it was growing impossible to think with any kind of logic.

  “I’ll try.”

  Damn it. It was the right thing for her to say, but I didn’t have to like it. She walked out of the room but not before casting a longing look at the bed again. This woman was going to kill me, and I was willing to die a slow, painful death for h
er.

  The ride back to my folks’ house was much better. She scooted her sweet little body right up next to me, and I wrapped one arm around her shoulders as I drove us in. Hell, even that turned me on. I told her I needed a few minutes before we went inside, and her eyes lowered to my crotch, which didn’t help matters.

  “I could touch you again,” she offered.

  She definitely wasn’t helping!

  “As much as I want that, risking someone walking outside and seeing you doing it probably isn’t the best idea.” Dear Heavenly Father, she was a siren in an angel’s form. The smile that broke over her face was right out of the Garden of Eden.

  “OK, then.”

  For a brief moment, I thought about teasing her until she was having trouble controlling herself, but I held my hand. Long minutes passed before I was able to slide out of the seat.

  Jeremy wasn’t happy about being taken away from his new family, and it made my heart swell. Thankfully he was so young that he seemed able to adapt quickly. We put him to bed together that night, and I hastily left them in the bedroom because I couldn’t seem to control myself. I managed a quick kiss on her perfect lips before disappearing.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Lost

  Dana

  Falling asleep was impossible. I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible Brock had made me feel. I’d masturbated before and felt like I knew my body pretty well, but I’d never touched myself in the way he had. Thinking about him had my fingers inching down across my abdomen, seeking relief, until Jeremy whimpered in his sleep. There was a time and place for that, and it wasn’t in the room with him. I slid out of bed and checked on him, but he was still sound asleep.

  Downstairs in the kitchen, I pulled out a saucepan and the milk, hoping that would help me rest. The sight of Brock walking in wearing nothing but a pair of sweat shorts ended that thought. I wasn’t wearing much more, just a long shirt that hit the middle of my thighs and panties. “Hi.” It was a stupid thing to say, but looking at his gorgeous physique, I couldn’t mutter another word.

  His body was all tanned muscles, with a broad chest that could make any woman feel safe being held against it. I was licking my lips just thinking about his kiss.

  “Dana.” His warning tone told me I was in dangerous territory, and the tent in his shorts reminded me how little control we had around each other.

  “I was just warming up some milk. Want some?” Finally I found my voice, but I had to look away from the impressive outline of his shaft to do that. It should have terrified me to know he was that hung, but instead it called to some primitive side I didn’t know I even had.

  “Probably not the best idea.” He chuckled without humor, and I understood more than he realized. Already my breasts felt heavy and my nipples strained against my shirt.

  “Definitely not a good idea,” I mirrored, not making a move toward the stove. I stood there, fascinated by him and not sure if I had the strength to walk away. It was crazy to be so in tune with this man!

  “Damn.” He grabbed the milk and pan, turning away from me to fix my drink, and the sight of his glorious butt didn’t help much. There wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t male perfection.

  “Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch, and I’ll bring this to you when it’s done.”

  Brock was trying to get rid of me, but I understood he was fighting the same temptation I felt. Maybe it was crazy to put off the inevitable. There was no doubt in my mind that he and I would be lovers. It might be wrong, and it could screw up things, but still it was going to happen. I’d never had this much chemistry with any man before, and I had to believe it was fate.

  Five minutes later when he joined me and set my cup on the coffee table, I was sure of it. “I don’t want to wait,” I said. Look at me being the brazen hussy, all confident and sure of what I wanted. I wasn’t sure being proud was the right emotion to have right now.

  He straddled me in his lap before I could utter another word, and he lifted my shirt over my head. Instinct told me to cover my breasts, but I loved how he was looking at me. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he wanted to eat me up. I’d never felt sexier in my life.

  His large hands swallowed my breasts, and my back arched, pressing them farther into his hold. “I wanted to do right by you, so bad.” His head lowered, and he took my nipple deep in his mouth, suckling hard. Screw the right thing, this felt amazing!

  I could feel him clearly through the thinness of my panties and his shorts. It was incredible! “I want you, Brock,” I burst. I’d never wanted anything so much. Maybe later I’d regret being so impetuous, but that was going to be long after he’d branded me his.

  He stood up with me still straddling his waist, and I held on as I looked into his determined eyes, confused.

  “I can at least give you a bed, woman,” he said.

  My weight didn’t seem to faze him as he walked us upstairs. I pressed my cheek into his neck, a little afraid but more excited than anything. His bedroom was right beside mine and Jeremy’s, and he lowered me carefully to his king-size bed.

  “I want those panties off, sweetheart,” Brock moaned. He slid off his shorts, giving me a real look of how well-endowed he was. I froze. It had been one thing seeing him in that truck, but now? His shaft looked even bigger strained up, demanding to be noticed.

  “Hey there. We don’t have to do this. I’m happy just holding you,” he said.

  It was lie, but it was nice of him to do that for me. He climbed into bed and pulled me to sit in his lap, cradling me more like a child than the woman I was.

  “No. I want to, but you’re a little, um, overwhelming in the anatomy department.” I was embarrassed and talking fast, trying to get it all out before my nerves took over.

  “We’re gonna fit fine. It’s just going to take a little adjustment.” It was Brock’s way of saying he was going to stretch me wide but I’d get used to it.

  Maybe this was a bad idea? I wasn’t a coward. To prove that point, I reached between us and stroked him like he’d taught me. I was shocked when he grabbed my hand quickly and pulled it away.

  “Another time I’ll let you touch me all you want, but right now I need to make sure this is good for you. I can’t do that if your talented little hand is on me,” he explained. My hands weren’t that small, but compared to his I guess they were. “Lie back on the bed for me, sweetheart.”

  I did, hating the nervous tremors that coursed through me as Brock took in my body and all my perceived imperfections. My hips were a little too wide, my belly wasn’t completely flat, and my breasts were just your basic B-cup. I really wanted to cover up, but again his eyes gave off heat, telling me he loved what he saw. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was looking at me that way.

  He parted my legs, moved between them, and kissed me, and I didn’t care how I looked or how big he was. I wanted to feel everything he could offer. Then my cell phone rang. I had the volume turned up so it was loud enough to break through the sensual fog. I would have ignored it, but Jeremy started wailing and I knew this adventure wasn’t going to happen just yet.

  “Grab one of my shirts, and I’ll go calm him down,” Brock said. Divine intervention? More like a case of horrible timing, and I hoped whoever was calling was ready to get an earful! I snatched a flannel shirt from the closet and slid it on, not bothering to button it as I walked back to my bedroom and picked up the phone.

  “Hello!” Sexual frustration and screaming baby don’t go well together, and I all but screamed the greeting.

  “What the hell is wrong with the kid?” The last person I ever wanted to hear from was on the line, and I froze. “Don’t act like you can’t hear me. Stick a bottle in his mouth, and tell me why you’re not at the house,” Derrick demanded.

  After the fear wore off a little, anger took over. “I wasn’t aware I was under house arrest.” Of course I was stalling, because lying wasn’t something I was good at, and I couldn’t remem
ber what Travis had asked me to tell Derrick.

  “Watch your damn mouth, Dana. I’m not in the mood for shit tonight. Where in the fuck are you?” Derrick’s voice was so loud I pulled the phone away from my ear, and Brock walked over with Jeremy, looking ready to punch a hole in the wall. I held up my hand, telling him to stop, knowing that if he spoke it would screw up everything.

  “I’m on vacation,” I improvised. “I figured Little Man and I deserve a little time away after everything that’s happened.” I remembered the story Travis had suggested I tell and spoke quickly so my voice didn’t shake at being deceitful. I hated lying to anyone, even this low-life piece of crap.

  “I don’t remember giving permission for you to take the kid out of town,” Derrick barked.

  Jeremy was still screaming, and it gave me all the incentive I needed to keep my calm and tell Derrick whatever I could to keep Jeremy out of his grasp.

  “You gave me temporary custody, if you’ll remember correctly. That means I can do what I feel is right.” I smirked, even though it was wrong of me. Still, I knew he couldn’t deny that truth. Especially since I had it in writing.

  “Well, that little arrangement is over. How soon can you be back?”

  I wanted to ask why he cared but knew that would only set him off, and I couldn’t afford to do that right now. “Three days,” I answered. “I’ve already paid for the hotel room until then.” It sickened me how easily the words rolled from my lips. That slime didn’t deserve honesty, but I still hated how easy it was.

  “Shit. That’s not going to work. I want you here sooner,” Derrick demanded. For a brief moment, I thought he might actually give a damn about my nephew. “I have a proposition for you that I think you’ll enjoy.”

  My heart gave a lurch of hope. “Are you willing to give me Jeremy?” I heard the desperation in my voice and didn’t care. I’d get down on my knees and beg if it was the only way I could get Jeremy away from Derrick.