Nicole groaned, louder this time. “God, that feels good.”
“And hell, if you’re not the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured before licking and sucking at her pussy some more.
Kev not only enjoyed her taste, but her female musk and the way she moaned. The noises she made when he licked her pussy and when he fucked her made him harder than ever. She was a screamer, and that turned him on to no end.
“Fuck me.” She rocked her hips back and forth. “I want that big cock of yours back inside my pussy.”
A guy couldn’t say no to that. Kev rose up, grasped his erection in his hand and placed it at the entrance to her core. He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust fast and deep.
Nicole gave a loud cry and pushed back against him. “Damn, you’re good, Grand.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, hon.” Kev began thrusting in and out of Nicole’s pussy. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the room along with the scent of her juices and his come.
Nicole couldn’t believe how good sex was with Kev. She’d never imagined it would be anything like this. She’d have fucked him long ago if she’d realized how wild it would be, just to have a good ride now and again.
Her large breasts swung with every thrust of his hips and her nipples scraped the rug, making them even more sensitized. The feel of his hard body slapping against hers and his cock driving in and out of her was almost too much.
Nicole’s orgasm came out of nowhere, just like that thunderstorm. She screamed, letting the strength of her climax power her cry.
Kev rammed her harder, her scream damn near making him come. “Wouldn’t be surprised if the ranch hands heard that one all the way to the bunkhouse.”
He could still feel the aftershocks of Nicole’s orgasm gripping his cock. “Bet they wish they were getting some.”
Just the thought of any other man touching her made him fighting mad. “And not a one of them will,” he said through gritted teeth.
Nicole just moaned louder as he pounded into her harder. She took all he gave her, and he knew she’d take even more. Heat rushed his body, burning him like wildfire. His balls drew up tight and his cock jerked. His climax powered through him and he shouted from the strength of it. He pumped in and out of her sweet pussy a few times more, then tilted his head back as the last of his come emptied into her channel.
With a groan of satisfaction, he relaxed against Nicole’s back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, “You belong to me now, Landford.”
She pushed back against him. Kev rolled onto his side taking her with him, and his cock slid out of her pussy. He allowed her to turn around in his arms so that she was facing him. Her blonde hair was mussed and fire lit her eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he draped his leg over her hip so that their bodies were flush. Their skin was slick with sweat and the musk of their sex was thick in the air.
Nicole didn’t know what to make of the man. “Are you always this possessive after a good fuck?”
The corner of his mouth quirked. He raised his hand and tweaked her nipple. “Only when it’s you I’m fucking. I’m staking my claim.”
A strange thrill skipped through her belly, but she did her best to ignore it. She was a free spirit, she reminded herself. No ties, no commitments.
She studied him for a moment. She’d truly never realized just what a fine-looking cowboy Kev was. He had a strong jaw, firm lips and a day’s stubble on his jaw. His skin was tanned and weatherworn and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Right now he had a serious expression on his rugged face and she tried to make out what it was all about.
She tilted her head and met his hazel gaze head-on. “I don’t know what to make of you.” She shifted and felt his semi-hard cock against her belly. “We’ve been fighting since we were in elementary school.”
Kev moved his hand from her nipple to a strand of her blonde hair. “I’ve wanted you just as long.” His expression went from serious to amused. “Although then I didn’t want you the same way I’ve wanted you once I was a teenager and started jacking off to porn magazines.”
Heat rushed Nicole and she felt a tingle in her pussy. “You’ve fantasized about me while you’ve masturbated?”
His finger trailed along her jaw to her lips. “Yep.”
Now, if that wasn’t a turn-on, she didn’t know what was. At least he’d said he’d wanted her, as in wanted to fuck her, not anything more serious than that. But he was getting way deeper than she wanted to go.
“So, you got anything for me to wear in this place?” She jerked her finger in the direction of the ruined blue cloth. “Seems someone ripped the hell out of my dress.”
“It was damned good, wasn’t it, hon,” he said as a statement, not a question.
“Yeah.” Her voice was softer than she liked it. “I can’t say I’ve ever been fucked so hard in all my life.”
“I know.” He ground his hips against hers. “And I’ll be the last man you ever fuck again.”
Chapter Five
“Give me a break, Grand.” Irritated, Nicole rolled out of his embrace and pushed herself to her feet. “You’re so full of shit.”
Kev propped himself on one elbow and gave her an unrepentant grin. “Just telling it like it is.”
Why did he have to look so damn sexy? His blond hair mussed, his hazel eyes dark and mysterious, and that body. Lord a-mighty but he was fine. Lean and fit, and built like a cowboy should be.
Nicole crossed her arms beneath her breasts, which naturally raised them up, and she almost grinned at the way his cock went from semi-hard to rigid just like that. “Listen, cowboy. After all that wild sex, I’m hungry, so why don’t you feed me? After I take a shower and you give me something to wear.”
Kev got to his feet in a lithe movement and reached her in a single stride. He gripped her arms then ran his hands from her elbows to her shoulders and back, making goose bumps roughen her skin. “You’re sexy as hell in what you’re wearing now.”
She looked up at the white ceiling and then back to Kev. “Men. All you want to see are my boobs bouncing as I walk around, and maybe to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me again.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t tempt me.” He released her and turned toward a hallway leading from the large living room. “Come on. I’ll show you where the shower is and find you something to wear.”
Nicole followed him, enjoying the view. The muscles in his tight ass flexed as he walked. She wanted to bite that ass in the worst way. She remembered a bumper sticker she’d seen recently, Cowboy Butts Drive Me Nuts.
Damn straight.
He took her to what was obviously the master bedroom, and it definitely had that “lived in” look to it. Clothes were draped over a chair, boots kicked off in a corner, a belt curled up on bureau, a gray felt Stetson hanging on a hat rack.
“Some bachelor pad you’ve got here.” Nicole sidestepped a pair of Wranglers lying in a crumpled heap.
“Maid’s day off.” He stopped in front of a closet, pulled out one of his large denim shirts, and tossed it to her. “Hope this’ll do.”
“It’ll be fine.” Nicole caught the shirt and held it to her chest. “Now about that shower?”
Kev gestured to the doorway behind him, which she had already assumed led to the bathroom. “Help yourself to whatever you need.”
She moved within inches of him and ran her fingers along his cock. “What if I need this again?”
His hazel eyes grew greener yet. “Woman, you’re asking for it.”
She laughed as she passed him, then yelped when he swatted her ass.
After a nice, hot shower, Nicole toweled off, slipped on Kev’s shirt, and snapped it up. She was a full-figured gal with large breasts, but his shirt still hung loose on her. It reached just below her ass and she also had to roll up the sleeves.
After she towel-dried her hair, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. A flush tinged her cheeks pink an
d her eyes were even more blue-green than normal. Apparently sex with Kev agreed with her.
She shook her head. “Who’d have thought I’d end up getting laid by Kev Grand?” Not that he hadn’t tried to get her attention over the years. But she’d never thought they could do anything more than fight. Whenever they were in the same room they always ended up arguing about something—politics, sports, you name it. When she thought about it, he had seemed to get great pleasure out of stirring her up and making her flaming mad.
Well, one thing for sure—if he fucked her like that for the next month, she’d likely not walk straight for a good long time.
Feeling nicely sore and well-sated, Nicole slipped through the bedroom, back to the living room, and followed her nose to the kitchen. Smells of fresh brewed coffee, frying bacon and eggs, and even the smell of burnt toast, made her stomach growl like mad.
Nicole grinned when she saw Kev shoveling almost black bacon and extremely overcooked eggs onto a couple of plates. Blackened toast popped up out of the toaster and the coffee smelled thick and strong. He was wearing only his Wranglers, which molded his tight ass to perfection. What a sexy sight he was.
“Whatcha doing there, cowboy?” Nicole said as she peered over his shoulder.
He tossed a look to her and gave a quirky grin. “It’s not much, but it’s grub.”
Nicole tried not to laugh at his cooking skills. “Well, let’s eat then.”
Kev grabbed an almost empty container of margarine and a half-full jar of strawberry jam, and set them on the table. Then they carried plates of food to the round oak table in the kitchen. He left to grab a couple of mugs and the coffee, returned and poured them each a cup before settling in one of the oak chairs.
She cocked an eyebrow. “Planning to be up all night?”
His gaze met hers and a sexy smile curved his lips. “What do you think?”
She couldn’t help the thrill that tingled from her nipples to her pussy. “Only if you’re lucky.”
Kev smiled and picked up a strip of the charred bacon. “It’s decaf. Drink up.”
Nicole had never had worse-tasting food, but for some reason she found herself enjoying it thoroughly. The back and forth banter between them during the meal had her going from red-hot mad over what he thought of the president, to laughing at the stories he told. She especially liked the one about the greenhorn cowboy who managed to bind himself to the calf he was trying to hogtie for branding. She laughed so hard she almost choked on a mouthful of burnt toast and Kev had to pat her back. He obviously didn’t know his own strength because he darn near caused her face to end up in her eggs.
Rain continued to patter on the roof and Nicole heard steady drips from the eaves onto the patio. The night was ink black, but through the sliding glass doors leading from the kitchen to the backyard she could see the bunkhouse lights in the distance. Just the thought of Kev taking her at the kitchen table and the cowboys watching sent a thrill through her belly. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist, but there was a first time for everything. And she was a woman who unabashedly enjoyed sex.
Kev could hardly keep his mind on his meal. From the moment she’d walked into the kitchen with that just-got-fucked look, wearing his denim shirt, he’d wanted her all over again. It was damned hard trying to eat while his cock was making his jeans too tight to breathe.
He purposefully baited her with topics he knew she felt strongly about, just to see the fire in her eyes. And God, how he loved the way she laughed, a strong healthy laugh, not some simpering girlish giggle.
When they were finished eating, Nicole insisted on washing the dishes, including the ones he had let stack up. He wasn’t much of a cook or a housekeeper, but he did know a good woman when he found her.
While she filled the sink with soapy water, he came up behind her and nuzzled her neck and ran his hands along the curve of her waist.
She shivered beneath his touch. “You can rinse off and dry.”
He moved his hands over her hips to the bottom of the shirt and rubbed her thighs. “What if I’d rather take you right here and now?”
Nicole turned in his arms, wielding a handful of bubbles. “Don’t make me use these.”
Kev chuckled and scooped up some of the bubbles on his finger and touched them to her nose. “You’re so damn cute when you’re mad.”
“Hmph.” Nicole rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “You just get busy.”
He had to search the laundry room but found a clean dishtowel crumpled in a basket of laundry he’d just done. When he returned, Nicole already had a sink full of dishes washed and was rinsing and putting them in the drying rack. Kev made short work of the clean dishes, drying them as quickly as possible and putting them into his cupboards.
“How’s the bed-and-breakfast these days?” Kev put another plate into the cabinet.
“Keeping me busy.” Nicole washed a couple of forks, rinsed them off and put them into the rack. She pulled the stopper out of the sink and let the dirty water flow down the drain. “Joshua is taking care of business while I’m out for the night.”
Kev dried off the silverware and slid it into a drawer. Without drying off his hands, he took Nicole by the waist and brought her close to him, so that her body was flush with his. “Better call Josh and let him know you’ll be gone for the weekend.”
Nicole placed her hands against Kev’s chest. “I don’t think so.”
“Uh-huh.” He lowered his mouth and brushed her lips with his. “You’re mine until I let you go.”
Nicole shivered at the promise in Kev’s voice. Despite the fact that she’d never let any man tell her what to do, again his dominance was turning her on. It was like he was making her his prisoner for the weekend.
The bet, that was it. He was helping her fulfill the bet with her cousins.
Yeah. Right.
She moved her palms up his smooth chest to his shoulders. “You planning to make me your sex slave or something?”
“Sex slave.” Kev’s voice rumbled with desire. “I like the sound of that.”
“Then what’s holding you back…Master.”
Kev growled, his eyes flaring with obvious lust. He grasped her waist and in an effortless movement lifted her and placed her ass on the wet countertop. It was the perfect height.
He ripped open the snaps on the denim shirt she was wearing and undid the fastening on his Wranglers in just seconds. And he wasn’t wearing any underwear this time.
His luscious cock sprang out and Nicole licked her lips. She didn’t have time to even think before he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside.
Nicole gripped the edge of the countertop as she watched his length, slick with her juices, moving in and out of her pussy.
“You feel so good, cowboy.” Nicole’s eyes met his. “Don’t know why we didn’t do this before.”
Kev braced his hands on either side of her. “Wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part.” He kissed her so hard and so fiercely her pussy flooded with more moisture. “Just took you awhile to figure it out.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” Nicole wrapped her legs around Kev, her thighs gripping his hips tight. “God, yes. That’s it.”
Sweat beaded on his upper lip and rolled down the side of his face. He moved one hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit, and that was all it took. Nicole’s orgasm flared within her and she shouted with the strength of it.
Kev followed her moments later, his growl reverberating through her and causing her pussy to spasm even more.
Chapter Six
Nicole snuggled in the blankets, feeling sore all over like she’d had a good workout. The sheets smelled of Kev’s masculine essence and the lusty scent of their sex.
She opened her eyes to early morning sunlight spilling through wooden blinds shading windows to either side of the oak bed. She rolled over, expecting to find Kev asleep beside her, but the bed was empty.
Well, duh. He was a rancher, and ranchers tended to g
et up at the crack of dawn to do whatever it was that ranchers did.
She eased out of bed, cotton sheets sliding over her bare skin and rasping her nipples. With a satisfied yawn, she stretched and caught sight of her reflection in a mirror over the bureau. She looked like a well-fucked woman, and she also looked like hell.
Fifteen minutes later, Nicole had showered and was standing before Kev’s closet, trying to find something to wear. She finally pulled on a pair of old Levi’s and cinched them around her waist by tying a braided belt in a knot, the buckle dangling down her abdomen. Despite her efforts, the Levi’s kept sliding down her hips, but it was the best she could do. Of course the jeans were too long, even though she was a fairly tall woman, so she had to roll them up a few times just to reach the tops of her feet. She slipped on the same shirt he’d given her last night and let it fall over her jeans and down to her thighs.
For shoes, she was just plain out of luck. She’d have to go barefoot for now. After she tied her hair back in a ponytail, using a scrap of cloth she tore off her ruined dress, she went in search of Kev by heading out the back door.
Outside the rain-washed sky was a clear blue, reminding her of the color of her grandmother’s favorite mixing bowl, the one she used to make cakes in when Nicole was a little girl. The air smelled clean and fresh from the rain. The back lawn was soft and wet beneath her bare feet and a cool breeze brushed her cheeks.
Not too far from the house were the corrals with a herd of white-faced Herefords. To the right was the bunkhouse and just to the side of the house stood the huge weathered barn.
In the distance she heard the sound of male voices. Nicole shoved her hands beneath the shirt, in the front pockets of the Levi’s, and the jeans almost slid over her hips. She had to wrangle them back up around her waist while she walked toward one of the corrals behind the barn.
When she ran out of lawn, she walked across damp earth, avoiding puddles and mud the best she could, but it still squished through her toes. She laughed. The water did feel good over her toes and the mud made her feel like a kid again. Like she’d been when she’d first met Kev.
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