For Ruby's Love

by Starla Kaye

  “I don’t suppose you have a condom with you,” she said, rubbing against the firm cock.

  He blinked, his beard-roughened face reddening. “Shit!”

  She giggled at his frustration, and he scowled. “How about you go get one?”

  “I could, but….”

  In his cautious response, she knew if he left, he wouldn’t return. They would go back to skirting around this attraction until she left the ranch. He would get Daniel to satisfy his sexual needs, when his friend got to feeling better anyway. She would be left aching as always and still a darn virgin. Nope! Not if I can help it.

  “Let’s take this down to your bedroom.” She ignored the uneasy look in his eyes and snagged her T-shirt. She tugged it on and took his hand, leading him to the door. “I assume you have condoms there.”

  “Yes.” He continued to appear uncertain.

  “Let’s go find them.” She didn’t give him a chance to protest and opened the door, pulling him with her as she marched down the hall. If her father was looking down on her, he would be shocked, with a good dose of furious. But she didn’t want to think of him watching her, certainly not what she hoped would happen in his bedroom.

  Calhoun trailed after the spunky spitfire practically racing down the hallway. The T-shirt she’d donned didn’t quite cover her sweet little ass. Otherwise, she was naked. He was sweating bullets just remembering walking in on her after he’d mistaken her cry of Yes for an invitation into the room. It had been a damn wonder he hadn’t collapsed with a heart attack right then and there.

  She hadn’t gone into a screaming fit and ordered him to leave. No, she’d let him enjoy the delicious sight of her caught pleasuring herself. ‘Course, she’d been sort of thunderstruck by his being there. Still, she’d taken being caught in a compromising situation a hell of a lot better than he would have if things were reversed. More surprising was the fact she’d latched onto his awkward suggestion about joining her on the bed.

  Struggling with disbelief about the turn of events, he remembered the words that snared him, “I want you to be my first lover.”

  Doubts about the whole situation swarmed through his head like angry bees disturbed in their hive. Her first lover. Lord a’mighty, he could screw this up. Had he ever been with a virgin? He didn’t recall for sure. How did you give a woman a first time experience that wouldn’t scare her to death?

  She stopped in the doorway to his bedroom, and he nearly plowed into her. A gentle smile greeted him. “I’ve done a lot of reading about this. A lot. So don’t worry so much.”

  He gulped. Talk about pressure. “This is real life, Ruby. Not some fanciful romance. I’m not sure I can live up to—”

  “Oh, I think you can.” Her glance shifted down to his rock-hard shaft, the mere interest in her eyes making his cock shove at his shorts.

  Without waiting for his response, she dashed inside. “I love this room!” she exclaimed, and he followed her in and closed the door.

  It was just a bedroom. There was a bed, a dresser, a chest of drawers, a couple of nightstands, and a rug covering most of the hardwood floor. But in her eyes, evidently, it appeared to be much more.

  She moved from one piece of heavy knotty-pine furniture to the next. Her appreciative gaze moved over the memorabilia on top of the triple dresser. She took in the half-dozen belt buckles and framed photos back from his long-ago days of riding in junior rodeos. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept the stuff. Still, he stood a little prouder when she fingered the buckles and smiled at him.

  Before he could edge her toward the bed, she drifted to the chest of drawers. A set of three bronze sculptures of horses Daniel gave him last Christmas caught her attention. This time she didn’t touch them, but her fingers moved whisper close over each one. Her tone mirrored her awe. “These are gorgeous.”

  He nodded when she glanced his way. “Gifts from Daniel.”

  Her eyes took on a thoughtful look. “Expensive gifts. The man loves you.”

  Again he nodded, and said in challenge, “I love him, too.” He wondered if his admission would change things, would make her decide against letting a cowboy who had sex with another man take her to his bed.

  But she smiled and moved toward the massive, four-poster bed half-covered with a tan-and-turquoise comforter he’d tossed aside when he’d climbed out of bed. Shit. He’d made love to the other man on these very sheets not many days ago. She wouldn’t want to—

  Her discarded T-shirt landed at his feet. She scrambled onto the bed, pushed the comforter closer to the footboard.

  Still, he believed he needed to say something. “Give me a few minutes and I can change the sheets.”

  “Don’t be silly.” She stretched out right in the middle of the king-sized mattress. Sniffing, she said, “I’m not offended by the scent of your lovemaking.” She leaned upward, bracing on her elbows, studying him. “Will it bother you?”

  “No.” Relieved, he stripped off his shorts and preened at her heated gaze as she looked him over.

  “You’ve got a lot to offer a girl, cowboy.”

  Her breathless statement made him harder. His dick seemed longer than it had ever been, thicker, too. That worried him. Maybe he needed to….

  Chapter Ten

  The quiet opening of the drawer on Daniel’s nightstand captured his focus. Damn! In a panic, he hurried over, knowing there was a selection of intimate toys inside and unsure how she would feel about finding them. Why couldn’t she have opened his nightstand drawer on the other side of the bed? All his held were condoms, lubricants, and massage oils.

  His face flamed as he blurted out, “I don’t think—”

  “Oh my!” She lifted out two of their most used toys, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You guys must have a good time together.”

  “Yes, but….” Talk about uncomfortable! A hell of a turn on, too. Just seeing her small hands holding the items made his heart race. He’d no doubt think about this whenever he and Daniel dug into the drawer again.

  He started to reach for the toys, but she grinned and pulled them close…right next to her breasts. An action that made his raging erection grow even more.

  She held out their newest purchase, one his lover had used on him last week. Sitting the smaller one down beside her, she admired the black, anatomically-designed, five-inch-long tool. Her fingers danced over the vinyl stimulator as she studied it. “And this is? It’s too short for a dildo.”

  To prove her point, she picked up the ten-inch Bad Boy dildo she’d set down and held them side by side. She cocked her head and waited for his answer.

  He fought the urge to rip them from her hands and toss them back into the drawer. But she looked interested, not judgmental. Sighing in resignation, he said, “The black one is a plug.”

  “That means?” She appeared thoughtful and admitted, “I’ve read about dildos, so I sort of understand them. I’ve even been thinking about getting one.” Her cheeks turned pink. “But why would either of you need….” She shook her head. “Never mind.”

  She’d started this little educational session and, by damn, he would finish it. He never wanted to talk to her or any other woman about this subject again.

  He took the black plug from her and couldn’t quite meet her inquisitive eyes. “This goes in the anus. It’s used for anal exploration and prostate stimulation. At first insertion, there’ll be some sting. Until you get used to the sensation.” He glanced at her, found her looking contemplative and trying to understand. For some reason, his embarrassment disappeared. “Actually, it can be enjoyable.”

  She handed him the dildo, still blushing, but it seemed her curiosity won out. “You know this from personal experience?”

  He took a second before nodding. “Yes.”

  Fortunately, she didn’t press him for more. He put the toys in the drawer and closed it. Maybe they needed to get some kind of a lock.

  “Condoms?” she asked, pulling him back to the moment.

  “So, you sti
ll want me to….” He’d thought she would change her mind after what she’d seen and learned. But her question filled him with relief. Since they’d gotten this far, he wanted to slide between her legs, spread her open, and drive into her warmth. He needed to show her how much better a real man could be than a personal toy.

  He remembered this was her first time. Hell! He hoped he could control his baser urges. Just seeing her rounded ass pointed at him as she’d dug into the drawer made him sweat all over. As she sat watching him, the breasts he wanted to cup his hands around and the rosy pink nipples he ached to draw into his mouth were making him nearly insane with desire.

  She cleared her throat. “Condoms,” she prodded him into action.

  “Right.” He hurried around to the other nightstand and pulled out a box and a tube of lubrication. Sitting it down, he withdrew one sealed package.

  Her smile about did him in. How could someone innocent look so sexy, so wickedly tempting? Well, she knew how to pleasure herself, which meant she…. Still a virgin when it comes to actual sex. Remember that.

  “I’m not quite sure where to start,” he admitted, and moved next to her on the bed.

  She took the condom from his hand, the touch of her fingers on his palm enough to make him shudder. “As much as I would like the full package deal, I know it’s getting late. We’re both tired. Both have a big day tomorrow.”

  “’Full package deal?” He reached over and fingered the strawberry-blonde hair he’d wanted to touch again. Soft, as it had been when she’d brushed his cheek as they’d kissed.

  As if playing a game of fair is fair, she smoothed a hand over his pecs, and the chest muscles seemed to swell in response. “Nice,” she purred, meeting his gaze. “I meant everything, like sucking on my nipples, maybe nibbling on them. Licking your way down my abdomen, your tongue finding its way to my clit. Your fingers stroking my sex and diving inside.” She shivered, stroked his chest. “Eventually, of course, thrusting Mr. Yummy in where your fingers had been.”

  He groaned. “I may not survive this.” He envisioned doing every one of what she’d mentioned, and more. Trying to calm down, he drew in several deep, ragged breaths, and closed his eyes.

  In that brief second, she put a hand around his pulsing cock, and his eyes flashed open. He tensed, praying he wouldn’t just shoot off in her hand.

  Her busy fingers played with him, and she grinned in pleasure. “Mr. Yummy appears ready for action.”

  He grimaced. “Could you not refer to my dick as Mr. Yummy? It seems…well, weak.”

  She giggled and stroked his shaft. “Definitely not weak.” Fingering him, she handed him the condom. “Let’s get to the main event, okay? Save a little time.”

  He scowled and took the rubber. He was pretty damn tired after the hellacious day he’d put in, but he wouldn’t mind spending a bit more time in foreplay. At her determined look, he blew out a breath of frustration and ripped open the package. As he slid the condom over his aching cock, he grumbled, “We shouldn’t be rushing this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She stroked his cheek and tipped his head to look at her. “I’ll be okay, cowboy. I’m pretty sure my hymen broke years ago because of….” She blushed. “I use tampons, okay. So that part is a done deal. Plus, I’ve done a lot of vigorous exercise. You know, riding horses.”

  He blushed. Talking about this stuff made him uncomfortable, but at least part of the problem was taken care of. Her hand moved back to gripping his cock, and he stiffened even more. His dick hadn’t been this large in a while, and he hoped his size wouldn’t hurt her. He searched his mind for what to do.

  “I’m pretty….” He didn’t know what to say without sounding egotistical and stupid.

  Her sassy smile reappeared. “Pretty big, you mean?” She tightened her grip on his shaft, her eyes dancing in delight as it throbbed in her hold. “Most impressive. I want it.”

  “Oh, darlin’, I’m ready to drive into you, too.” Deciding to take charge, he pulled her hand free and eased her around until she lay next to him. He picked up the lube and poured a good-sized glob in his left hand. As he looked down at her, she studied him warily. Nudging her legs apart, he got a good view of right where he longed to be. Beads of moisture already dotted her muff. Good.

  He coated a finger with the lube and wiggled it between her lower lips. His thumb flicked against her swelling bud, and she gasped. Immediately, he recalled how she’d been playing with herself earlier. His heart almost pounded out of his chest. Lord, what a memory!

  Her hips lifted, and she squeezed her thighs around his arm. He flicked the clit again, making her moan and look at him in desperation. “Please.”

  “No, darlin’. This is your first time, and I’m a man of fair size.” He smoothed lube around her clit, around the lips. She moaned, quivered, and watched him intently. He coated his fingers once more to repeat the process. “I’m greasing you up good.”

  She panted by the time he finished. Her eyes looked dazed.

  “Yep, you’re ready.” He made another decision and tugged her back into a sitting position. While she frowned in confusion, he stretched out on the sheets. His cock rose like a flagpole, waving at her in invitation.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in irritation.

  “I think it might work best if you rode me.” He motioned her to straddle him, explaining as she did, “This way you’re in control. You handle the penetration as best suits you.”

  Once more her eyes lit up. She rose onto her knees over his thighs, wriggling forward until she perched above his cock. He guided his shaft to her core and held his breath in anticipation. It took all of his strength of will not to pull her down, not to drive his hips upward.

  Ruby stared down at the cowboy waiting for her to take charge of the situation. His beard-roughened face looked tight with tension, his jaw hard. She wondered what had happened to the gruff, contrary man who’d been annoyed with her since the moment she’d arrived on his doorstep. This man had shown incredible patience so far, much more than she would ever have expected from him. She didn’t doubt his ability to make love to her.

  “Darlin’, I’m going to be the one begging here pretty damn soon.” His cock fluttered between her legs, teased at her sensitized lips.

  Her slowness was costing him a great deal. She gave him a reassuring smile and eased down until the tip of his shaft settled inside her. Instead of responding in relief, he ground his teeth and looked more tortured. Okay, he needed more.

  Steeling herself against the discomfort she would feel, she bore down until he filled her, until his balls brushed against her ass. “Oh God,” she hissed, wincing, adjusting to the width and length of him. “Oh God,” she repeated.

  “Just sit still a minute,” he advised, his tone echoing concern. “The pain will ease soon.”

  He studied her face, his own pinched in apprehension. She wondered if he spoke from experience. If he felt similar discomfort when Daniel’s cock drove into his ass, or one of their toys. But she wouldn’t ask him, no matter how curious she was.

  “It’s already starting to feel better.” She realized she’d spoken the truth in her desire to reassure him. Her inner muscles squeezed the unfamiliar, fleshy rod inside her, and he sucked in a breath.

  “Glad to hear it, darlin’.” He watched her with a heated gaze, and she sensed him wanting to plead for her to move.

  Instead, he nudged upward and frowned. She wanted to start playing cowgirl, riding him in slow, leisurely movements. “So good,” she sighed. Huge understatement. “I never imagined it could be this good.”

  His guttural groan was his answer. Encouraged by the sensations spiraling through her and by the strain on his face, she picked up the pace. What she’d started as a calm walk, changed to something of a trot. As her body craved more and more, she shifted into a canter then into a full-out gallop. She bucked on his lap, and he withstood her demands as best he could, seemingly determined to let her stay in charge. The most pati
ence he’d shown her yet.

  Somewhere during her ride, his hands went to her waist. He held her in place, letting her go crazy until she cried out, “Oh, cowboy! Oh, Calhoun!” She screamed his name over and over as the best orgasm of her life tore through her.

  Even before she’d finished, he gripped her waist tighter. His muscled arms slammed her down again and again as his face contorted in pain. Growling, he raised his hips, and he erupted inside her. She climaxed again.

  A bare second later, she collapsed on top of his sweaty body, his half-limp cock still inside her. They lay quietly, struggling to steady their breathing for several minutes. She hadn’t realized his arms had gone around her to keep her with him until his fingers began playing with her hair. His cock twitched.

  Amused and awed, she lifted her head to look down at him. “Really?”

  He grinned and said, “I’m a hard man to satisfy, darlin’.” He grew serious and shifted her off of him. “But once is enough…for now.”

  Disappointment curled through her, but she nodded and crawled off the bed. “You’re probably right, cowboy.” She looked at him another second, hoping maybe he would change his mind, tell her he’d grab another condom, and…. But he didn’t. “Well…thanks,” she mumbled, embarrassed. She couldn’t believe he’d caught her pleasuring herself earlier. Even more awkward was how she’d all but demanded he be her first lover. Pitiful.

  Another uncomfortable moment passed, and his forehead pinched, his jaw tightened. “The roads will be cleared off by morning,” he said, sounding grim.

  They were back to that. He still wanted her to leave. She didn’t want to…not yet.

  “What about the two days working with Starbright you agreed to?”

  He blew out a deep breath, and his gaze caught hers. Mixed emotions flittered through it—desire, distress, and determination. “This just complicated things.”

  She huffed and glowered at him, hands on her hips. “Why?”