Cowboy's Barmaid: A Small Town Military Romance (Lucky Flats Ranchers Book 2)
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His breath was warm against my neck, big strong body pressed against the back of me. “No Sierra, this is the problem.” He thrust his hips so I could feel just how rock hard he was for me.
Arching my back I rested my head on his chest with a moan. “That’s quite an intriguing problem. How should we handle it?”
His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing the nipples through my shirt until I gasped. A threat of electricity shot from my nipples, down my stomach to settle deep in my clenching, dripping core. “I’m already working on it, sweetheart.”
Sweet lord, yes he was! Open mouth kisses down the column of my neck while his hands set me on fire and my body was wound so tight I was pretty sure I’d come before one stitch of clothing came off. “Jack,” I panted and turned in his arms, letting my hands roam all over the hard muscular expanse of his chest, his back. “You feel so good.” My hands slid down his chest, enjoying the bumpy ride thanks to the miles of hard muscles that right now, was my playground.
“That’s my line,” he said on a hiss as I pulled open his jeans and wrapped my hands around his impressive length. “Oh, fuck Sierra.”
“See Jack, it’s you who feels good. Silky smooth on the outside and hard like steel,” I told him, punctuating my words with a squeeze.
“Sierra,” he groaned and held my wrist. “God, your mouth.”
“Yeah? You came here for this mouth,” I told him, sinking to my knees with his jeans gripped in my fists. My mouth watered, even in the darkness, for his cock. It was perfect in every way. Long—nine inches long—and thick with the perfect amount of curve. But best of all, he always tasted like pure masculine heat. One swipe across the tip and I groaned at the taste of his arousal.
“I always come for this mouth,” he told me, picking me up off the floor and lifting me in his arms, slamming my back against the cool wall. “But right now, I need. I really, really need, to be buried deep inside you.”
“Why didn’t you say so? I’m glad I wore a skirt today.” The truth was I had to. We barely slept last night because we couldn’t get enough of each other and I was so swollen and sensitive, my painted on jeans would have been asking for trouble.
“I wish I could see what you’re wearing underneath. Tell me what it is,” he grunted in my ear as his fingertips brushed against my pussy.
“Hold me,” I told him as I reached up blindly, and pulled a dangling string. “I’ll do you one better,” I told him as the room filled with dim blue light.
“Why is the bulb blue?”
I laughed and told him. “The bulb blew out and this was what we had available.” It was just a small storage room for towels and supplies so it didn’t’ really matter.
“I can’t tell what color they are,” he said as he lowered my feet to the floor and knelt before me, dragging the material down my legs and inhaling deeply before shoving them into the little pocket at his chest. “But they are tiny and best of all, they’re gone.”
“Yes.” The moan was guttural, thick with the desire I felt for him. The wicked way he made my heart race and my pussy pulse. Then I was in his arms again, back pressed against the wall as his cock perched at my entrance. I let gravity do the rest, both of us letting out a wild, feral groan at the feel of our bodies pressed together. “Jack.”
Legs squeezed tight around his waist, my arms wrapped around his neck and fingers dance in his thick locks as he slid slow and deep. The pace was steady, just enough to feel good but nowhere near enough to get us both where we wanted to go. I nipped at his earlobe to urge him on but the stubborn man refused. “Sierra, baby.”
“Oh, Jack. Yes!” I licked his neck in slow, wet circles before sinking my teeth into that warm flesh.
“Sierra,” he groaned and held my thighs apart in an unprecedented show of masculine strength and slid out, sliding in deep, all the way to the hilt until I cried out my pleasure.
“Oh god, yes! Yes, Jack!” The more vocal I was, the more it unleashed the beast within him. He held me so open I should have been embarrassed but all I could do was feel the way he filled me up, warm thick flesh sliding against all my nerve endings. It was a long, pleasure-filled ride that I couldn’t get enough of, clawing at him. Gripping his shoulders as he pounded into me with a guttural sound that stole the last shred of my control. My hips moved on their own, familiar with the age old erotic dance, using our bodies to ratchet up the heat in the room. “Jack, yes.”
He pounded into me furiously, sweat slicking our bodies from the poor ventilation and intense passion. Suddenly I was soaring. Soaring and screaming as he thrust deeper and harder, faster and deeper until my body was such a jumble of sensations and emotions that all I could do was feel. Every nerve ending in my body lit up with the pleasure pulsing through me and then there it was, the thing that made me feel alive.
Jack. Hard and tense as his own orgasm erupted out of him, pressing my body further into the wall as he filled me impossibly. “Fuck,” he panted in my ear, body still quivering. “That was incredible.”
It was more than incredible. It was life altering. It felt too much like the real thing for me to know the difference, because with Jack I really wanted it to be the real thing. More than anything. “Yeah, it was pretty damn spectacular.”
His gaze locked with mine, mouth curling into that irresistible smile that had fueled so many girlhood fantasies I couldn’t help but smile back. “You’re pretty damn spectacular Sierra.” His mouth slid against mine in a kiss that was possibly, even hotter than what we’d just done together. It was passionate and feverish, frenzied and wild. Hungry. Raw.
I could have died right there and been a perfectly happy woman.
Instead Jack kissed me until he thickened inside of me and my body flooded in preparation for round two. “I just can’t get enough, Jack.”
“Tell me about it,” he groaned and kissed me again.
I showed him instead.
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