Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Taylor Berke

  “Anytime, cowboy!” Gus said with a wave good-bye and a smirk.

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  Jackson opened the front door to Billie’s office to hear the most god-awful version of the Hokey Pokey. He actually cringed as Julia hit a particularly off-key note. His smile was short-lived as he heard a second voice join in to put her right knee in. He made a face as he meandered back to her office to find not only Ms. Julia singing at the top of her lungs but an obviously inebriated physician with her gorgeous butt in the air as she tried to put her right foot on green and her left hand on red in a drunken game of Twister. She did all this while singing about putting her appendix in and then appendix out doing the Hokey Pokey. Jackson knew she would fall in two seconds as not only was she drunk but couldn’t multitask worth a damn. With her black suit jacket thrown over a chair and her delectable ass displayed for his viewing, he leaned against the doorjamb to take in the view.

  “Jackson, darling! Come do the Hokey Pokey with a real life heroine!” Julia slurred with a smile as she noticed him standing there. Jackson pulled away from the door and bent at the waist while laughing. While upside down, he looked at his lady love who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He felt his heart leap in his chest as he took a deep breath, inhaling her light perfume.

  “Hey, sweet cheeks with the delicious buttocks, fancy to meet you here!” Billie giggled out in an upside down greeting. He unbent and helped her to stand, laughing at her antics. When she swayed once upright, he gathered her into his strong arms for support. She wore another pair of fuck-me four-inch heels that went with her silk suit. Even with the extra height, Billie had to crane her head back and up to gaze into his concerned eyes.

  With a gentle, deep voice, Jackson asked both women, “Have we been drinking, ladies?” Billie swayed again against his hard body unintentionally. He felt the immediate hardening of his cock to her close proximity. He dropped a quick glance down her blouse to see the peaking edge of her lacey bra furthering his current discomfort. Her luscious breasts were within tasting distance of his hungry mouth.

  “Well, Mr. Jackson Powell. I have indeed been drinking, but the darling doctor here, well, she was just being polite and holding three or six shots of tequila for me.” Julia drunkenly laughed out. “Isn’t she a peach? After all, she saved my old friend Mabel today. It is worth celebrating!”

  Jackson smiled indulgently at both obviously very happy women, just shaking his head in pretend disgust. Julia pulled on his free arm and gave his bent head a light kiss, telling him to take care of Billie and to have a lovely Thanksgiving. Jackson watched her bang into the doorframe and trip over an invisible bump in the floor on her way out. He heard the door jingle closed and turned his attention to the other lush that he held in his arms. He scooped her up in his arms and sat on the leather couch against the back wall of her office. She rolled her head to look dreamily up into his handsome face. He not only heard but also felt her happy sigh.

  “I heard you had a busy day, baby. I am very proud of you. Nat must have been beside himself. How much did you drink anyway?” he asked indulgently.

  “Not sure,” she slurred out. “At least one shot, cowboy. Maybe two!”

  “I think there were a couple more than that, baby.” Jackson laughed. He leaned down to peer into her liquid eyes and succulent lips. How could a woman be so smart and so damn fuckable? Jackson thought for the millionth time. This stunning woman was made for sex. She was made for love. Most importantly, she was his. He leaned down while cupping her soft cheeks and lightly kissed her lips. He ran his lips gently back and forth over hers, content to feel their silky texture against his own. He placed small nibbles on her full lower lip while allowing one hand the pleasure of sliding down her neck to run over her collarbone. He heard her sigh again, this time against his own mouth in obvious delight.

  “Jackson, I was actually scared for a minute there that I would lose Mabel. Didn’t care for it at all. When she came back to us, well, I think you can see the results of my relief. I felt so badly for Nat as he tried to hold it together.” Billie hiccupped loudly into his face and laughed. Jackson cupped her breast lightly and kissed her nose.

  “You did a great job, baby. I am not surprised at all. You are gonna be the talk of the town at everyone’s holiday dinner. I have never seen Nat wear any other emotion than strong and calm.” Just then, Jackson got distracted by the feel of something soft and warm in his palm. He gave her a playful smile and pulled her shirt opening toward him so he could see clear down to her belly. He inhaled deeply and sighed as he leaned down to kiss the tops of both of her plump globes.

  “This is a very sexy bra you have on today, baby. Were you planning on showing it off to anyone special?” he asked with a wolfish grin.

  “You should see the matching panties, my darling.” She hiccupped. “Excuse me. They are delicious, hiccup, excuse me again.” Billie’s out-of-character, unladylike behavior had Jackson laughing out loud until she leaned back while erotically shimmying her skirt up to her hips. He immediately caught his breath as lust slammed into him, making him hard as a rock. He took in her soft, sensual look, partly aided by Mr. Tequila, combined with the way her gorgeous legs were slightly parted lying over his groin. He ran his hand over her lace-covered bare mound just as he scented her arousal. He closed his eyes in pain as he felt the undisguised dampness of her panties, indicating her own happiness at being near him as well. His erection pulsed against her ass as Jackson leaned over to place his lips over a nipple that was beaded through her bra and blouse. He sucked it into his mouth, wetting the materials to her delight. She ground her hips down into his cock almost desperately seeking release as he pulled the material to the side as he dipped his fingers into her moist, swollen lips.

  “Poor baby. You are soaking wet down here. Doctor, this is one problem that I think I might be able to help you cure.” He breathed against the shell of her ear. She shivered as the tip of his tongue lightly ran over the edge as she writhed against his hand.

  “I need you, Jackson. Please…baby, please,” she mewed.

  “I know what you need, baby. Just let me give it to you. God, you really are so fucking wet. I feel like I could come just from touching you like this.”

  His magic fingers one by one slipped into her wet channel until three of them began to slide deliciously through her juices, making her moan in pleasure. She felt like molten silk on his hands. He was sure his cock was going to bore a hole into her ass all by itself. He was so aroused by her unabashed response he actually worried about ejaculating in his jeans. Jackson inwardly laughed at how embarrassing that would be. He hadn’t been this close to something like that since high school! He took a deep breath and increased the tempo of his thrusts. As he curled his middle finger to hit her G-spot, Billie arched sensually in his arms, indicating her obvious approval.

  “Please, Jackson, please…” she begged him like she was bordering on desperation.

  He stopped his movements and looked her in the eye as he placed his fingers one at a time into his mouth. He licked her succulent juices off each as though tasting heaven. His eyes darkened in an erotic display of his own desire as he kissed her lips.

  She could taste her tanginess on his tongue, further igniting her arousal. He growled into her warm mouth as his tongue twined relentlessly with hers while his thumb slipped back under her lacey panties to rotate over her clit. Lightning pulsed through Billie as she hung onto Jackson, wailing her overpowering pleasure into his mouth.

  He felt her gushes of cream that now coated her thighs and his hand as she came violently, seemingly over and over again. He groaned into her mouth as he gentled his kiss into light, soft pecks. He continued kissing her gently, while murmuring loving words into her hair.

  What the hell was he going to do about this amazing woman? She was his. He still wasn’t sure he was what she needed, but there was no way in hell that he would allow anyone else to have her again. He glanced down at her and fervently wished she weren’t so t
ipsy so he could slide his cock into her drenched pussy. Later, he thought. Jackson loved that he could bring her to such a state of pleasure. He was shocked to find out that he was satisfied with just holding her obviously sated limp body in his arms while he comforted her. He felt a wave of protectiveness as he recalled the earlier incident with that asshole, Len. No man was going to fucking talk about her like that and still be able to walk. Not if he had anything to say about it. He tightened her into his embrace and carried her securely in his arms. He managed to gather her purse and coat while he walked out, locking her door behind her. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead just as he looked up and caught a smiling Gus looking their way with all the Saunders men across the street. Hell, they were all grinning from ear to ear. They looked amused as though they had just learned an important piece of gossip. He imagined them sitting down with every biddy in town to take tea and share the juicy piece they had just witnessed. He had to laugh himself over the image of the masculine cowboys asking for a lump of sugar. They were worse than women!

  He gave a small wave and muttered under his breath, “Idiots.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  It was dark outside when Billie woke up with Madison curled up next to her on her bed. She had dreamed that she was lying in Jackson’s arms, but a long lick of a wet tongue with distinctly nasty breath quickly identified the warm, huge body next to her. Jackson didn’t wear a fur coat and always smelled of sexy man, not outside and dog. How the heck did she get home? She sat up too quickly and felt a pounding in her head. The brocade silk comforter fell away, revealing that she had slept in her usual nude state when she was with a certain man, but for a moment, she couldn’t remember. Who? Oh, Jackson must have gotten her situated as there was a thoughtful glass of water on her nightstand with the very welcome painkillers just waiting for her. She got out of bed and saw a note on the other pillow.

  You looked like an angel as you slept and I promise that I didn’t take advantage of your impaired state, much. Rest a bit and I will be back later to remind you of how amazing I think you are.

  Love, Jackson

  “Love? Madison, do you think that man could ever really love me?” Madison lifted her big head to listen to her mistress’s comments. An even bigger head that belonged to Zeus padded over to her and rubbed against her stomach. “I think, guys, that I am falling hard for him. Nope, I am sure of it. I love that man like I have never loved anyone. Ugh. Don’t fall in love, guys, it gives you a headache.” She laughed then groaned as pain pulsed through her head. Just then both hulking dogs turned and jumped to attention at the sound of steps on the wooden stairs. Billie was so startled herself that she grabbed the nearest weapon, her four-inch heel, and stood by the bed, poised and ready to throw.

  Jackson stopped in his tracks by the doorway of her bedroom. It wasn’t his fear of a sexy high-heeled shoe that made him pause in concern but the vision of the naked sex goddess he had obviously startled. He held his breath as he observed her standing by the side of her bed, breasts swaying from her quick movements and her weapon of choice being raised above her head in a defensive position.

  “I am going to have to teach you some better self-defense, baby, if that shoe is all you got going for you,” he said with a grin. She didn’t look hungover but he knew she must be. He walked to her, taking the shoe from her with one hand and gently pulling her to him with the other. They both felt his shudder of pleasure as her bare form was intimately pressed against his.

  “You need your rest, darlin’, so please, I beg you, get some clothing on this gorgeous body before I do something to you that I will be feeling guilty about all day!”

  Billie grumbled something unidentifiable but moved to tie her silky robe. “Like I can rest if you are within two feet of me. You have messed up my DNA or something. It’s like my body is on autopilot when you are near. Besides, I have to get cracking on my contributions for the Thanksgiving meal and then I have to go round on Mabel. Ugh, I feel like I drank a distillery. Remind me to fire Julia. Did you do your morning chores, hon?” She leaned up to give him a light kiss and smiled at his soft nod.

  As Billie went to freshen up and take a quick shower, Jackson watched her. She called him “hon.” Was it said without thinking? Did she call her husband that? Or was she looking at their relationship differently? Shoot, he just sucked at figuring women out. He decided that he liked the way it made him feel and chose to believe that she knew what she was saying. He watched her shower alone under the waterfall, loving the way she apparently enjoyed the warmth sluicing over her feminine curves. Billie had her eyes closed and was lightly running her hands in circles over her wet skin with her head thrown back. Jackson felt like he wanted to rip off his own clothes and massage the soap over her luscious breasts, but he controlled himself. He didn’t want her to think he had no control. It was torture for him as he had to shift his hard erection yet again or he was going to be doubled over soon from pain. She was unaware of the effect her shower was having on him and promised himself that he wouldn’t touch her until she felt like herself again. He would control himself. Yep, he could do it. He hoped.

  Billie glanced up from the garlic parmigiano bread rolls she was making and had to be careful not to drool. Jackson came downstairs an hour later, having showered as well for the holiday. Jackson was rubbing his hair with a hand towel while the rest of his sculpted male parts were on display as his towel dipped dangerously low. So low, her mouth became dry as her eyes ate him up, starting at the chiseled six-pack abs to the line of dark hair that led to what she knew should be a registered lethal weapon. With a silent chuckle, she admitted that it was her desire for that weapon and the man attached that was turning her from a proper professional woman to a pile of sexual mush. Oh, but what a way to go.

  “Um, did you shop for your Thanksgiving outfit at Bed Bath & Beyond or Linens n Things?”

  His chagrined expression was met with her laughter. “Do you like it, baby?”

  “Yes, yes I do. I think you should wear it every day. Well, at least every day you do something naughty that might make me mad. Your outfit would definitely distract me!”

  With a devilish grin, he threw the hand towel aside and looked down. In one swift move, he met her fascinated gaze and pulled the main towel from his hips, never faltering in his path straight for her. He was a god. There was no other possibility. Every muscle on him had definition from a life of physical labor on the ranch. Add to it his great height and gorgeous green eyes. You could easily be distracted from any conscious thought by simply watching the sway of his erection and scrotum as he strode purposefully toward his target.

  “Is this any better, baby?” he asked with an innocent look on his face.

  “Um, nope. Definitely not better, Jackson.” Billie resorted to just covering her eyes with both of her hands. The effect, however, was ruined as she split her fingers to get one last glimpse of his naked perfection.

  Jackson took pity on her and rewrapped himself as he sat in a chair at the island. “What are these that you are making, baby? They smell heavenly.”

  “Just rolls for your mom. It’s the pies that you smell. You do know that you are a pie whore. You will eat anyone’s pie. Oh, excuse me!” Billie began to blush profusely at her unintended innuendo. That was not what she had meant but exactly how Jackson had taken it!

  “No, baby, I have had pie from here to Alaska and trust me, there is no pie in the world as delicious as yours!” He winked, licked his lips, and flashed a naughty smile.

  “You are a Neanderthal, buddy! You know what I meant.” She really couldn’t respond with much gusto, though, because he was too darned adorable. “I must have been so knocked out. I didn’t feel you leave me this morning and definitely didn’t hear your truck return.”

  “That’s because I rode Lachlan back. I didn’t even want to go back for my truck because I wanted to get back to your…pie.” A lump of dough slapped him right in the side of his head.

  “What did I say?”
Jackson asked.

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  Thanksgiving at the Powell’s was much like their Sunday dinners except there was even more food, football on the TV in every room, and most everyone was inebriated. Florence was in the kitchen with a distant cousin singing very off-tune to what Billie thought resembled a Frank Sinatra song. Privately, Jackson quickly updated the men on his run-in with Len and the most recent text threats against Billie while asking them not to bring it up again today, so Billie wouldn’t be nervous. There was a rapid-fire discussion on the subject before the room again became the typical male haven of beer, food, and sports. The den had several men throwing napkins and plastic forks when they didn’t care for a play, while in the dining room, where Billie sat with Lillian, there was serious discussion going on. That is if hearing about Ben’s butt dimples when he was a baby could be considered serious. The expression on his face was. Ben sat there, red and about to explode as his mother drunkenly told the crowd that his tush was the most adorable of the bunch and everyone should give it a pinch before leaving.

  “Mom! Enough! Time to put down the wine and pick up the coffee,” Ben grouched.

  “Lillian, leave the boy alone. You are embarrassing him. Just because he is a little klutzier than the rest doesn’t mean we should put him on display,” Bill drunkenly sang out.

  Billie was enjoying this. Apparently, drunken Powells equaled interesting information about each of them. She liked this game and only hoped that she wouldn’t have to participate in it. So far, no one had asked her why she didn’t have family or friends from back East visiting for the holiday, and she was too embarrassed to tell them that there weren’t very many people she would want to see. After digesting that thought, she looked around the table and realized that these people had come to mean so much to her in a very short time. Definitely more than her own family had ever meant to her. Was it sad or was it a sign that she was growing and evolving enough to recognize warmth and love when presented with it? She decided to choose the later. Hopefully the conversation would roll around to Jackson soon. She couldn’t wait to hear the juicy details about him! However, it appeared that they weren’t done roasting Ben yet. At six foot six, there was a lot to roast, she supposed.