Cowboy Valentine

by Mia Hopkins

  Months of longing focused to the single point where they were connected and finally whole. She could hear her pussy becoming wetter around him, her body starving for what only he could give her. She bent over and tried to slide off her panties.

  With a hiss of annoyance, he grabbed the lacy fabric and ripped them free, dropping them on the floor.

  Together, they reached down and rubbed her hard, slick clit with their fingertips. She grunted like an animal, passion washing over her like a monsoon. Her arousal slid in a hot trickle along her inner thighs. He trembled against her. He seemed to be holding back a tidal wave of his own pleasure.

  “I’m so close,” she hissed.

  “It’s too much,” he gasped. “I can’t hold back.”

  She shut her eyes tight, feeling it all. “Then don’t.”

  At once, Caleb grabbed her breasts and began to ream her, his hard flesh slapping against hers with merciless hunger. A half-dozen strokes and they were both goners.

  She exploded just as he did, hard and fast and wild, spinning in a vortex of their own creation, lost in lust, lost in each other.

  That first orgasm did nothing to quell Caleb’s hunger for her. After they took a quick, wicked shower together, Cora, gloriously naked, turned on the lights and pushed him back onto the bed, her dark eyes darting back and forth between his dick and his face.

  He felt himself hardening under the heat of her gaze. His Cora. She’d only slept with him. No other guys had seen her naked or felt the hot pulse of her body the way he had. His cock sprang up and slapped softly against his abs. She took his shaft in her fist and knelt down between his legs.

  Still keeping her dark eyes on him, she teased the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then slid her lips over the thick crown. Giving him a preliminary lick, she replaced her mouth with her hand, massaging the tip with the smooth skin of her palm, using his precome to glide over the surface of his skin. Her mouth dipped wickedly lower and she gave his ball sac a long lick before sucking one ball gently into her hot mouth, and then the other. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  She released him and whispered, “I missed this.”

  She stood up straight and straddled his thighs. Automatically, he leaned back and helped her fit his cock into her tight, gorgeous pussy. She sank down and canted her hips forward and backward, moving in a liquid figure eight that took his breath away.

  He put his hands on her hipbones and lifted her forward in time with her pivots. The tips of his fingers dug into her supple flesh as she leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lips.

  “My sweet Cora,” he said.

  He sat up slightly and gave each of her nipples a long lick. The rosy tips hardened against his tongue.

  “What do you want?” she whispered.

  “Ride me, girl.”

  Smiling, she leaned back and began to bounce against him, her sweet ass cheeks slapping softly against the tops of his thighs. Going deeper, she hissed loudly between her teeth, and a dark lock of her hair fell forward.

  His blood on fire, Caleb reached forward and dragged her head down for another kiss.

  “Slow down,” he whispered against her lips. “Make yourself feel good.”

  She did as he told her. Eyes closed, she slowed her movements, using his cock as her sex toy. She squeezed him with her inner muscles before gently sliding off. Again she knelt between his legs and began to give his cock long, slow, sweet pulls with her mouth, sucking it like candy.

  “Like to suck cock, sweetheart?” he asked. He knew she liked it when he talked dirty to her.

  “Your cock, Caleb.”

  She turned around, giving him full view of her perfect ass, her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. In reverse cowgirl, she slipped his cock again into her swollen pussy, put her hands on his knees and began to ride him hard.

  He reached forward and grabbed her ass, the flesh so soft and giving that he groaned deep in his chest, and she laughed, proud of what she did to him.

  “I know what you want,” she said. “Lie back, cowboy.”

  Carefully, she planted her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. As she lifted her hips, pulling on his cock with her pussy, he began to thrust upward into her. The position was raunchy and one that she liked as much as he did.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and held her steady as he fucked her, her damp hair dangling in his face. He heard her breathing quicken. Her whole body grew hotter against his. They were beginning to sweat; the radiator pinged and condensation formed on the windows.

  Gasping, Cora stood up and climbed back onto the bed beside him. She got on all fours with her knees on the very edge of the mattress. She wiggled her ass in the air and raised an eyebrow at him.

  “How about like this?” she asked.

  Smiling, he got off the bed and knelt down on the carpet, his face inches from her pussy. Her flesh was pink and swollen, pillowy and glistening and aching for his touch. Gently, he spread her lips apart with his thumbs and buried his tongue in the little keyhole, drinking down her sweet juice and grazing her throbbing clit with the very tip of his middle finger. She tasted of salt and iron and sugar—like life itself. Caleb drank deep.

  When she began to whimper, Caleb stood up, took his cock in his hand and slid it into her tight channel. She gasped and arched her body against him. He licked the salt off the back of her neck like an animal.

  “Jesus Christ, the taste of you,” he whispered.

  With one hand on her rib cage and his other hand buried in her hair, he began to pound into her hard, slapping his body against hers. Some women liked it tender and some liked it hard—his Cora liked it every way, just like he did.

  After only a minute, she let out a surprised cry and began to fall apart, grabbing the covers as she collapsed forward, muffling her cry against the bed. He could feel her pussy convulsing around him, pulling him deeper as she came.

  “Yeah, girl. Let it out,” he said.

  Without giving her time to rest, he resumed his thrusts, harder this time, and punctuated his efforts with hard spanks as she whimpered and pushed back, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her more uninhibited. Still buried inside her, he pulled her up off the bed until she stood with her back pressed against his chest. He kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts, stroking the wet tips of her nipples and reaching down to stroke her clit until she was gripping him hard, ready to come again.

  “Oh my God,” she said.

  Carefully, he slipped out of her, laid her on her back on the bed and stared at her in front of him, her perfect nipples hard like candies, still slick from his saliva. Her eyes were glassy as she opened her legs wide for him. He stared at her sex, the tiny patch of dark hair, her silken folds and the glossy core that beckoned him with sweet invitation.

  “Your turn to come,” she whispered.

  Possessed with lust, Caleb climbed on top of her and flipped her on her side. Lifting her right leg and straddling her left, he fed his cock into her tight little pussy.

  “Ain’t gonna be gentle,” he growled. “You ready?”

  She nodded.

  Pressing on her outside thigh, he fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked her before. As he rubbed her clit with his thumb, he thrust deep, again and again, and all of a sudden she began to come again, screaming.

  He stopped for a moment, slid out and, unable to resist, took another long drink from her pussy. She was so drenched that when he drew back, he had to wipe his chin with his hand.

  “That’s three,” he said, smiling at her.

  “Never had three in a night before,” she whispered hoarsely.

  “We ain’t done yet.”

  He sank into her so deep his vision blurred at the edges. Fighting for air, Caleb realized that there was suddenly nothing in the whole universe but this woman and what she d
id to him, the sweetness of her secrets, the way she gave herself completely to him. He rode her until his lungs burned, knocking her head against the mattress as he struggled for words and air.

  “That’s it,” he whispered.

  She grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets to brace herself.

  He exploded, hot come shooting from deep inside his body deep into hers. Sex had never felt so good—every cell in his body vibrated with ecstasy. Riding out the last waves of his climax, he leaned back for a moment and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.

  “You okay?” he asked softly.

  She smiled and nodded, looking up at his face, his chest, his arms.

  He withdrew very gently, then slid the head of his still-rigid cock against her clit. Her mouth opened as she let out a gasp of pleasure. Still disoriented from his orgasm, he slid two fingers inside her and began to massage her clit with his other hand, using his own hot come as the lube to glide against her.

  When she fell apart again, Caleb stared in wonder. The smooth walls of her pussy bore down on his fingers, crushing them as she came.

  As they lay back on the bed, exhausted, she eyed him with a satisfied smile on her face.

  “That’s four,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

  “Night’s still young, cowboy,” she replied, laughing softly.

  They ordered room service—steak and eggs for him, a big Cobb salad for her. After the food arrived and Caleb tipped the server, Cora made him take off the fluffy white bathrobe and they ate their dinner stark naked, giggling and horsing around on the bed.

  Still too giddy to sleep, they watched the second half of an old Van Damme movie and chatted—Cora about school and her classmates, Caleb about his nieces and nephews. Cora felt an ache in her chest when Caleb bragged about being their favorite uncle, because what else could he be? He was fun and sweet beneath the cowboy-tough exterior, the kind of uncle that kids would love to be around.

  Caleb turned off the TV, drew the blankets around them and embraced her. He kissed her forehead gently.

  “I wish we didn’t live so far apart,” she said.

  “Me too, sweetheart.”

  She ran her hand up and down his washboard abs and rock-hard chest. Her fingers skimmed the cap of muscle on his shoulder, his solid biceps and his thick forearm marked with a tattoo that said Heartbreaker. Cora smiled. He could model underwear on one of those billboards outside in Times Square. “I’ve met a ton of people at Brown, but none that I feel I can really be myself around,” she admitted.

  “Why not? I love who you are.”

  She blinked at his words, wishing for the simpler version of that phrase. “You’re the only one who knows me. The real me.”

  He smiled. “Lucky me.”

  They were quiet for a moment, listening to each other’s breathing in the dark. Cora licked her lips and wondered if now would be a good time to bring up the tough stuff. She took a breath and did it.

  “My grandma told me about your dad’s funeral. How are you doing?”

  Caleb reached down and took her hand, threading his big fingers through her little ones. After a long time, he said, “Better. My mom’s got it rough. But we’re pulling through.”

  “I thought about you a lot. But I didn’t want to bring it up when you called or texted. Not unless you did first.”

  He kissed her hand. “I know. That’s what I needed at the time. You were my escape.”

  I want to be more than your escape. She closed her eyes and pushed the thought away.

  Caleb stayed quiet, and she decided that he didn’t want to say anything else on the subject. Instead of feeling shut out, she empathized with him—he wanted to grieve in his own way, on his own time.

  “How about another type of escape, then?” she whispered, sliding her hand down between his legs.

  “Do you have your ticket?” she asked.

  “Yup. What time does your train leave?”

  “A couple hours after your plane.”

  The glass doors of the terminal seemed to inhale and exhale a steady stream of travelers. Caleb put down his duffel bag and pulled her away from the entrance, close enough that she could hear his next words loud and clear.

  “Listen. I didn’t come out here because I wanted to take you to the rodeo,” he said. “I came to ask you something important.”

  She frowned. “Three days together and you ask me now? Here?”

  He blew out a frustrated breath. “Sweetheart, don’t bust my balls just now, okay?” His words had no sharp edges, and when he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer, she let him.

  “What is it?” she asked. His wind-whipped cheeks had gone pale and his eyes, usually bright with challenge and mischief, were wide with what looked suspiciously like nervousness. She braced herself.

  He licked his lips. “I want to be your boyfriend.”

  The words stood there blinking for a moment, as though he’d just yanked them from their hiding place in the deepest, darkest room of her heart. But she didn’t let herself feel any reflexive joy—she swallowed it down and dragged out all of the old arguments she always used on herself.

  “I’m nineteen. Now’s not the time for a serious boyfriend,” she said automatically.

  “Bullshit. I’ve never met a more mature woman in my entire life. And I’ve never met anyone who knew who she was better than you know yourself.” He shook his head and smiled. “I know you. Whenever you want something—whenever you let yourself want something—no one can tell you it’s the right time or the wrong time to want it. You just do it.”

  She couldn’t disagree with him. “But you’re all the way on the other side of the country.”

  “Don’t worry about that just now. What do you say? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

  “What do you mean, ‘don’t worry’? Women love you,” she said feebly. “They fall all over themselves to flirt with you. What chance do I have as your girlfriend?”

  He snorted. “I don’t encourage them. But you know how many women I’ve messed with since you? None. I’m not interested. I only want one. You, you frowning, angry little antiflirt.” He kissed her nose.

  She felt the warmth radiating from his body and her arms ached to embrace him. But even in the face of his confidence, she knew she had no right to say yes to what he wanted. Their plans were so contrary that to agree to be his girlfriend would be irresponsible. And as much of a rogue as Caleb was, she felt protective of his heart, even when it meant she’d have to protect it from herself. So she stepped back and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear her head.

  “What kind of future can we have together?” she said. “You’re leaving the Hughes place to work on your family’s ranch. I’m trying to get as far away from Oleander as I can. There has to be some kind of trade-off for this relationship. I don’t want either of us to give up something important in order to be together. That’s not a good foundation for anything.”

  He smiled, and that distracting dimple appeared again in his cheek.

  Why couldn’t he take this seriously? As she bit back her annoyance, he said something that changed everything as surely as if he’d pulled the magic carpet out from under her feet to show her she could fly.

  “Dean’s coming back to the ranch after this bull-riding season’s over. With him there, Clark and Daniel don’t need me around. I was always shit at it anyway. Much better at fixing the equipment and the cars. Which is why I’m going back to school. In September.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “Yup. You’re looking at a college boy. Got my letter last month. Mechanical engineering at the University of Rhode Island. A thirty-minute drive from Brown. An hour and a half by train. I checked.” He smiled. “Now it ain’t Ivy League, but it’s a good program. And when I’m finished, I can look for a job wherever I wa
nt.” He paused. “Which is to say, wherever you are.”

  She stared at him, dumbstruck.

  “I haven’t told the admissions committee yes or no because I wanted to see how you felt first.” He took her hands. “When my dad died, I realized something. My parents lived their lives side by side from the time they were eighteen years old, and they were crazy about each other that whole time. Time passes fast. I don’t want to waste another moment pretending you ain’t the one for me. If you don’t feel the same way, sweetheart, I’ll back off for good. Let you live your life in peace.” His hands were cold and his voice seemed to crack like a teenager’s. “But if there’s a chance that you feel the same way—and, goddamn it, I’m not gonna pretend it ain’t scary putting myself out there like this—let’s get something started. You and me. What do you think?”

  Since leaving her hometown, Cora had swum in an ocean of words—books, lectures, notes, essays, arguments, presentations. But here, under the hot green-eyed gaze of Caleb MacKinnon, no words seemed necessary.

  She reached for him and he reached for her and they kissed until New York City disappeared beneath their feet, melting into the shimmering night sky over Oleander, and Cora felt upside down and right-side up at the same time.

  How can a goodbye feel like a hello?

  Cora stood at the foot of the escalator leading up to Caleb’s gate. As she looked up at him rising away, her heart raced. She’d be with him in California come summertime. In the fall, they’d come back East together. The idea made her so happy she felt like dancing and crying and laughing all at once.

  Caleb looked over his shoulder one more time. His eyes latched like hooks on to hers as though he were alone with her in bed instead of in a busy terminal at JFK. When he reached the top, he tipped his cowboy hat and mouthed the words, I love you.

  “I love you too,” she said aloud. It felt as natural as breathing.

  With a parting smile, he disappeared into the crowd.

  About the Author

  Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends.