Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way)

by Becky McGraw

  “Morning,” she mumbled sleepily shoving her hair out of her face. Her bright blue eyes met his and heat shot through him. She smiled up at him, that sleepy smile he’d seen plenty of times, while he stayed at her parents ranch. This time though, he let it work its magic inside of him to heat places he’d never let it travel before. His blood surged to his dick and it went rock hard against her thigh that was draped over him. The feel of her soft skin was making matters worse. He squirmed, trying to put space between them, but her thigh clamped down and her arms tightened over his chest.

  “Ut uh,” Twyla said, grinning up at him, as she rubbed her calf against his suggestively. “You’re rested now, and have no excuse.”

  He had plenty of excuses, starting with those complications he thought about. And all of the things he had to get done today, face today. But there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to take the opportunity to make up to her for the last time. When Twyla Taylor left Houston, she was going to remember him fondly. Not as the rude asshole who had rough, kinky sex with her for her first time. He owed it to her, and to himself. Memories.

  Ryan pulled her into his arms, and gently covered her mouth with his. She sighed, her calf pressed harder against his, and she slid her hand down his chest, over his abs, leaving a trail of fire, until her hand closed over his cock. Ryan’s body stiffened and he gasped, as electricity shot through his balls, zipped down his legs to his toes. Her fingers loosened, she smoothed her palm along his length then gently cupped his balls. Ryan’s heart took a trip around his chest, and he moaned. Pulling her closer, he fought the urge to roll her over and plant his aching cock inside of her body, as memories of how incredible she had felt last time soaked his brain.

  Slow, he coached himself. This time it was about loving her right. Showing her how it could be with a man who wasn’t in a hurry to reach the end. He rolled her onto her back, her hand released him, and he kissed her deeper.

  Ryan smoothed his hand over her stomach and buried his hand between her legs. Twyla was already soaking wet and ready, and he bit back a groan as he spread her dew, before massaging it into her clit. Her body jerked, she gasped, and Ryan’s dick swelled against her thigh. He loved those damned sounds she made. Her little whimpers and moans drove him out of his mind. He wanted to hear more of them. Ryan wanted her to be so lost in what he was making her feel, she screamed it to the world. Lifting his mouth from hers, Ryan kissed the corner of her mouth, the underside of her jaw, then slowly worked to her earlobe. When he sucked it into his mouth, and nipped it, she moaned low in her throat.

  His balls tightened, and he tongued the shell of her ear. “I love that sound,” he whispered hotly in her ear, and she shivered. “I want to hear you make that sound when I put my cock inside of you.”

  “Oh, God, Ryan…yes,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulder, as he kissed the pounding pulse at the side of her throat. He stopped there to suck her sweet skin into his mouth, and she whimpered, as a tremor rocked her.

  Licking his way downward, Ryan dipped his tongue into the crevice at her collarbone. He shifted his body as he kissed across her chest, under her chin, where he stopped to lick that stubborn little notch he loved, because he couldn’t resist. She sucked in a sharp breath, and shoved her hands into his hair. She cradled his head in her grasp, as he kissed his way down to the valley between her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and begging for his mouth. And Twyla’s back arched them toward him, as if that was exactly what she wanted too.

  The tiny little mewls she made as he licked the underside of her breast egged him on, and made him harder if that was possible. He dragged his tongue slowly upward over the erect peak, and she moaned louder. He stopped, hovered above her breast and just breathed, making her anticipate how good his mouth was going to feel on her. Remember.

  Those mewls started again, this time of protest, as her fingers dug into his scalp. “Please,” she whispered. “Suck me, Ryan.”

  He laid beside her and reached for her hand to gently pry it away from his head. He laced his fingers with hers, and held their hands by her ear. Cupping her right breast, he lowered his mouth to her body. His thumb brushed over her nipple, as he worshiped the perfect right mound with his lips, teeth and tongue, and those mewls started again. Squeezing his hand tight, she wailed as a tremor shook her body. He released her breath with a pop, and smiled against her skin. “Did you just come, baby?”

  “Mhmm…” was her garbled reply, as another tremor rocked her.

  “Good, it’s time for another one, then,” he said with a laugh.

  Her eyes flew open, and she sat up. “No, I want you inside of me.”

  “Nah, patience, baby. I’ve only kissed about a third of your deliciousness. I have lots more to sample, before it’s time for that.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes and slammed back against the pile of pillows under her head. “When hotel security knocks at the door, because someone thinks you’re dying, I’ll be done.”

  Ryan scooted to the end of the bed and she squealed when he grabbed her ankles to pull her toward the end of the huge bed. He lifted her left leg, and licked her instep. She giggled, and tried to yank her leg back, but he held her tight. He placed an open mouth kiss on the arch and sucked it, while he smoothed his hand up her calf to her inner thigh, then made a pass back up her calf, dragging a throaty moan from her.

  He kissed his way to her ankle, and repeated the process, getting closer and closer to her wet pink folds, with his fingers. He watched them quiver as if anticipating his touch, her body open and close, as he worked his way closer there. At her knee, he kissed the inside, then gently laid her leg on the bed. Her eyes flew open, and she growled. It was so damned cute, Ryan laughed. “Patience, baby. I’ll get there,” he said as he lifted her right leg, and kissed her instep.

  He tongued it, and she laughed, then moaned when he sucked it. The sound danced along his spine to settle in his balls. He followed the same process as he had on the other leg, but didn’t stop when he reached her knee, he slid his tongue up her inner thigh, and Twyla groaned loudly. “Suck me, Ryan,” she begged. “Please make me come. I love it when you make me come.”

  “Touch your breasts, and I will,” he said as he pushed her knees wider. “Help me make you come, Twy. You know what feels good. Have you touched yourself before?” he asked, because he was damned curious. She’d come awfully damned fast when he had simply sucked her breasts.

  “Yes,” she moaned as she covered her breasts with her hands. She sucked in a sharp breath, and turned her head to the side, as she rolled them in her fingers.

  Because he was a man, he had to ask. “Did you think about me, baby?”

  “Yes, only you,” she admitted on a hot released breath.

  That fact made his heart dance in his chest. This woman was his. Would always be his, no matter where she was or who she was with, she would think of him.

  But that was little consolation that another man would be making love to her while she thought of him. His heart skidded to a stop, and melted, dripping slowly down to his toes. If he didn’t do something, she would leave him very shortly, and he knew she wasn’t going to wait around for him to fix things with her family. He didn’t think he could even if he tried.

  Twyla would go on with her life without him. She might want him, love him even, but Twyla had a new life now. Her days of waiting for him to come around were over.

  She leaned up on her elbows, and looked down at him with impatient blue eyes. “You fall asleep down there?” He laughed, and she laid back down to fondle her breasts.

  Ryan settled between her legs and leaned closer to inhale her unique scent. He wanted to remember it, have it imprinted on his mind. He didn’t ever want to forget it. He knew he’d taste her sweetness on his mouth every time he closed his eyes and thought about her. Laying out his tongue, he made a slow pass up her folds. Her breath hissed out like a balloon losing air, and her hands shot to the cover to fist it.

  Her flavor sprea
d over his taste buds to filter though his body and he moaned, closed his eyes and savored it. Leaning in, he circled her clit and Twyla made a garbled sound in her throat. Her lips quivered, and he felt her inner muscles clenching and releasing under his palms that rested on her lower abdomen. She was damned close, one nip, or suck and she’d probably shatter. Ryan’s body was telling him it was time to move things faster too. He nibbled the bud, then pinched his lips over it and sucked in a slow steady rhythm. Her body jerked, she screamed then her fists dragged the comforter to her sides, as she wailed his name and her body vibrated. On the last tremor, she sighed, and Ryan kissed his way up her right thigh, across her belly to her navel. He swiped his tongue inside, and she giggled, swatting at his head.

  Ryan knelt over her, and said, “Roll over on your stomach, baby. I want to see your beautiful ass when I fuck you.” That would also give him better position to go deeper, and make her come with him inside of her. God, to feel her body sucking him deeper inside, feel her come again around his cock would be incredible. Twyla rolled and laid flat. “Get up on your knees, he said slapping her ass a little, which got him a whimper.

  A delicious thrill shot through him. He could explore all kinds of things with Twyla. She didn’t know what sex was, he was teaching her, and she trusted him. Teaching her what he liked, and learning what she liked would be an adventure. But a short-lived one he reminded himself. She would be leaving soon.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he positioned himself behind her.

  “What?” Twyla turned her head to ask. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Ryan massaged her ass cheeks with his hands. No she didn’t do a damned thing wrong. She was perfect, and as much as he wanted her, she would never be his forever.

  But she was his at this moment, and he was going to try and gorge himself. Get his fill of her delicious body. Enough to last him a lifetime. Because by being banned from the Taylor family now, he knew he’d never have her that long. If they knew he was having her now, they’d probably drag him out to the field and string him up in a tree.

  “Ryan?” she asked with concern.

  “Yeah, baby. I’m sorry, just got lost for a minute.” He reached between them, and raked up her moisture with his finger, then slathered it on her anus. A tremor shook her body, and she whimpered when he circled it. He would love to shove his dick in that tight hole, but knew it wasn’t the time for it. Maybe he’d have time before she left town.

  And maybe Boney the Pony would sprout wings and fly out of his pen at that ranch. The odds were the same. Once they left this room, the odds were they wouldn’t have sex again. He was going to be busy. Up to his eyeballs in chores and repairs. He had a feeling as lazy as Clarence James was, he hadn’t done a damned thing with the ranch for years.

  So Ryan was determined to milk every ounce of pleasure out of this time that he could, and give it too. He grabbed his cock and situated it at her opening, then spread her legs wider. He leaned over her, reached around her waist and found her clit with his fingers. He slid his cock halfway into her body. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control of the orgasm building in his balls as her wet heat pulsated around him.

  He rubbed her nub between his thumb and forefinger and she gasped, rotated her hips with his hand. Her body opened and relaxed so she could take a little more of him. Ryan waited for his body to settle, because the urge to just shove himself inside of her was strong. This was going to be a test in his control for sure. Right now he just wanted to pound himself in her body until he found release, but he was determined to get her there again first.

  With every rotation of his fingers on her body, her hips took wider circles in response, her back arched lower, she stretched so her ass was higher, and he went deeper, until he was buried to the hilt in her sweet, wet heat. Small tremors of her inner muscles were his first clue she was almost there, but then she clamped down on him, and Ryan moaned. Twyla bit down on the pillow and her muffled scream and frantic pants came in time with her muscles.

  Ryan’s control snapped and he leaned behind her, grabbed her ass, and slid out of her, before he slammed back in, the incredible suction of her body dragging his orgasm closer to the end of his cock. Twyla lifted her ass, pushed back toward him, and his fingers dug into her flesh, as he pounded into her. The sweet slapping sounds as he entered and left her wet heat inched his orgasm closer. Blood pounded in his ears, his heart floated out of chest, tremors worked through him, then like a floodgate opening he roared his release as his body filled hers in wave after hot wave. Weak, and his body washed in endorphins, Ryan collapsed beside her and pulled Twyla into his arms. He kissed her hair, and pulled her tighter, as emotion choked him.

  Ryan didn’t have any fucking idea how he was ever going to let her go.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Twyla dipped her sponge in the bucket of soapy water again, and moved on to the next section of nasty, smoke-stained wallpaper. She was only halfway through and she probably smelled like the wall had before she started cleaning it. She had to get done and showered before two o’clock when the social worker would be bringing Mary home.

  They’d both been working their asses off since they got here, after the short service at the church for Mrs. James the day before yesterday. She had been buried in a small graveyard behind the church. It wasn’t too far from here, maybe ten miles, so Ryan and Mary could visit her grave if they felt like it.

  Ryan had made it through the service okay, even kissed his mother’s cheek before they closed the coffin, but when the casket was lowered, he had a meltdown. Twyla was so damned glad she had come here with him. The amount of emotional stress, on top of the work needing to be done to make this place livable was more than two people could handle. She had no idea how Ryan would have done it alone.

  For two days now, she’d been working with Ryan to make it a home, instead of a dirty flophouse, which is what it looked like before he’d taken out his hammer and saw, and she’d broken out the broom and cleaning supplies.

  The first thing she’d done was take peroxide to the blood stains by the hearth. When Ryan first walked into the house that sight had him on his knees having a breakdown, and Twyla couldn’t blame him. This house had a very bad vibe to it, and they needed to change that. Mary deserved a home filled with love and light. Something she’d probably never had before, and so did Ryan. Ripping down the old, drab drapes and opening the windows had helped, but now they had to either replace them with blinds or new curtains, because it was hotter than hades in the house. Ryan was out back working on the old air conditioning unit, hoping he could save it by adding a little Freon. Or at least helping it limp along until he could buy a new unit.

  According to him, most of his savings had been invested in a rough stock herd with her brother Zack. Bucking bulls that were being kept at Cord and Dean Dixon’s ranch. He didn’t have enough left in his savings to pay someone to do the repairs. He had enough to buy supplies to do it himself, but it would take him forever.

  Twyla suggested he sell either Dean, Cord or her brother his share of the stock, but he said he was in too deep, and Zack probably wouldn’t agree to anything he suggested. They weren’t on speaking terms. Because of her.

  Twyla’s lower lip trembled and she bit it. Zack was hardheaded and could hold a damned grudge a long time, Twyla knew that firsthand. He was as stubborn as a mule, but he and Ryan had been friends a helluva long time, and Ryan needed him right now. Zack should be here, hammering right alongside him.

  If Zack were in the same situation, Ryan would be there for him. She was going to talk to her brother. Set things straight. Ryan didn’t know it, but this morning she’d also used his phone to call their rodeo friends. Lucky, a bull-rider friend in their circle, said he would talk to the others, but he thought they could probably come out Thursday morning, as long as they made it back by Saturday morning to ride. Something good was happening. The next circuit stop was in Houston. The guys could stay longer, help more.

  Ryan
needed to call the admin office and quit, but when she mentioned it he had walked off. She knew it was killing him to have to give up riding, but he had to realize he couldn’t continue. He had a child now. But Twyla wasn’t going to push him. Ryan would do it soon, she was sure. When he was ready and had resolved himself to that fact.

  Twyla heard a whistle and spun on her knees. Ryan stood there wiping his forehead with a bandana. “It looks amazing in here, baby.”

  “I’m not done yet. How’s the a/c?”

  “Given up the ghost. There’s no patching it, the compressor is gone.” His eyes narrowed, and a muscle worked in his jaw. “There’s no telling how long they’ve lived here without air. We need to go buy some fans to get the air moving.”

  “I think Coop used to do a/c work with his dad,” Twyla suggested. Coop Wiley was a bronc rider now, but before he went pro, he also worked in his father’s air conditioning and refrigeration company. Cowboys helped their own, so she knew if he couldn’t fix the unit, he could get one at a discount. His family was three hours from Houston, but they could go pick it up if needed.

  “I don’t want the guys out here,” Ryan said shortly as he walked through the archway into the kitchen. Twyla followed him, because this is something he needed to bend on.

  He needed help, and stubbornness wasn’t going to get that for him. “Ryan, I’ve already invited them out here. They’ll be here tomorrow, and can stay til Saturday morning.”

  He spun toward her to shout loudly, “I said I don’t want them here!”

  Twyla’s head rocked back and she flinched. Ryan had never raised his voice to her before, and she couldn’t say she liked it.

  Ryan’s shocked face went white, and he ran over to pull her against his chest. A groan rumbled through his chest, then his voice low and tortured, he said, “I’m so sorry for shouting, baby. It will never happen again.”