Bareback and wild with need, tingles shot up through his dick and straight into his spine. He needed to take things slow, enjoy himself, give her an orgasm, then he would give into the need. Her body was warm, wet, silky and as tight as a virgin. “I. Won’t. Last.”
As if she wasn’t listening or didn’t care, she gyrated her hips, taking him in another inch. Sucking in several breaths, he began to move, sliding against her snug pussy as she squeezed him like a vice. He watched her expression, loving how soft the lines were. The slight part of her moist lips. How she looked like she swam in pleasure.
“Faster, Urban. Faster,” she begged.
He pushed into her, steadily and to the hilt. While he thrust, she clamped him like a casing to sausage. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, he dipped his hand to where their bodies connected and found her clit. With the tip of his finger, he swirled the pearl, then pinched the flesh between his fingers. She jerked and he knew she was on the verge of going again. While he played with her clit, he rolled his hips in a semicircular motion and her knees came up to press against his back, giving him deeper access to all of her.
Her breasts came upward as she arched her back and he couldn’t deny the temptation. He nuzzled his head between her breasts and inhaled the scent of love. Rolling his cheek, he found one pert nipple and wrapped his lips around the torrid bud, suckling and sampling. Then he found the other breast.
As she reached her peak, the tiny spasms of her pussy started as butterfly flutters, then built to tight spasms that sent him over the edge. The raspy moan that escaped her rolled through him like an out of control freight train. He held on to the last little layer of control as he slammed deep into her, giving her the last bit of pleasure while she rode the waves of orgasm.
And then the last golden thread broke.
Thrusting his hips upward, he blew. His body stiffened. His toes curled. He lunged into her creamy depths as pleasure crashed through him. He could feel his cum releasing in spurts, filling her. Her eyes were closed as she continued to squeeze him, milking him, both flying on the wings of release. He couldn’t haven’t imagined this being any greater. More satisfying.
When the spasms became less, he rolled over, dragging her with him into the nook of his body. She purred as she laid her head on his shoulder while he drew invisible figure eights on the small of her back. He could hear her gentle breathing and thought she had fallen asleep until she moaned. He kissed her on top of the head, smiling. “Thank you for that, darlin’.”
She lifted her head and braced her chin on her hand. “No, I should be thanking you. That was amazing. It has been a long time and I had actually started to forget what I was missing.”
“It has been a long time for me too.” He moved his hand to caress her soft silken skin of her arm.
“How long?”
“A year.”
Her brows came up. “A year? That’s like ten in male years. How? Why?”
“Probably for the same reasons why you’re not having sex often. The older we get, the pickier we get.”
She brushed her fingertips over his chest. “No wonder you wanted to get married. Everyone looks good when their starving for sex.” She chuckled.
“Sure, I wanted to break the dry spell, but don’t do that—don’t make out that you were the only option. Let’s not throw up excuses or hurdles why we did what we did. We like each other and it’s a good thing.”
Chapter Thirteen
Presley woke with a startle. She looked around through the morning shadows and realized she wasn’t alone. Urban had fallen asleep next to her. He was spooning her naked body and immediately her inner thighs were weeping. She reached around and smoothed her hand along his thigh and he shifted.
“Morning,” he mumbled in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“Good morning, tiger,” she teased.
Through the mirror of her chest across the room, she could see him. Their gazes met in the reflection and a smile played at the corners of his lips. His hair was sexily disheveled and his layer of whiskers was a stark contrast with his amazingly blue eyes. He gently squeezed her nipple and she sucked in a breath, both from his touch and watching him touch her. His wide, fingers moved over the mound of her breast. His olive skin dark against her pale pink color. He moved his hand to her other breast, giving that nipple the same glorious attention.
Her moan echoed through the space.
He chuckled lightly then clamped the tight nipple between his fingers. She pressed her bottom against him, feeling an awakening pushing her butt cheeks. “Mm…Urban,” she moaned.
“Presley,” he said in a sleep-warmed tone.
Sliding his hand over her rib cage and lower, taking the sheet with him to expose her body, he reached her mons and swirled his finger through the groomed patch of red hair. “I like that you’re a true red-head.” He kissed her shoulder. His fingers explored her folds. “Are you sore from last night?”
“Yes.”
“We shouldn’t—” he started to pull his hand away and she caught it.
“Oh, yes we should.”
*****
Wetness slicked his fingers and he smiled into her hair, holding her gaze through the mirror. She was so ready and his cock was painfully hard, his tip moist with need. As much as he wanted to position himself at her opening and take her fast, he refused to give into the desire too quickly, at least not until he brought her to orgasm.
Presley whimpered deep in her throat and his balls tightened.
He moved his fingers along the delicate curve and dip from her opening to her clit, rubbing back and forth. He knew she liked being rubbed.
Her eyes closed and her head laid back on his shoulder, her lips parted and he realized she wouldn’t last long. She was drawing close…
She moved her hips, at first a gentle movement that built into a rocking action as she pressed against his cock, teasing him. He focused on moving his fingers along her engorged clit as her cream grew thicker. Her breaths came in pants and her movements were more frantic until her moan tore through the room.
Pride raced through him at the knowledge that he brought her to orgasm. Although he ached to slam into her, he waited, allowing her body to succumb completely to her release. Her gaze was hooked on him again through the reflection. He removed his hand from between her legs and brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly and deliberately licking her juices from each digit.
*****
Coming down from an amazing orgasm, she watched Urban lick his fingers as if he was sampling a delicacy. The spasms that had been relentless were back with a vengeance.
“Bend over and give me that ass,” he demanded in a voice rough with need.
She enjoyed knowing she had him in knots, knowing she had him hard and wanting. Eagerly, she bent over at the waist and scooted her bottom up higher, feeling his erection brush the backs of her thighs. She squirmed a little in silent request, hoping he’d keep her on the orgasmic high for as long as he could hold out.
His hands spread her ass cheeks and when his fingers brushed her anus, she jerked in shock. She’d never been touched there. Her body tightened and her juices flowed.
“You have the nicest ass,” he muttered.
“Thank you.” Her voice was shaky as she waited to see where this was headed.
“How does this feel?” He glided one finger along the tight virgin folds, gently, exploring…
“I-I’ve never had anyone…you know…”
“Then let me oblige.” He dipped the tip of his finger in and her muscles resisted, and yet it was an indescribable feeling, unlike anything she’d ever felt. With his finger still working magic on the most secret part of her, he slammed his cock inside her pussy, the mixture of pressure from his finger and his cock threatened to unravel her.
“Do you like this, baby?” he whispered next to her ear.
“Yes!” She enjoyed watching his hard, raw expression and the passion in his eyes. Electricity spurted through her as he glided
in and out of her passage.
His available hand grasped her hip as his gaze lowered between their bodies. A thrill raced down her spine and landed at the very place where his finger reamed her virgin hole. He pushed in deeper with both cock and finger and she cried out, relishing in the contrast of feeling. Like a ribbon being tugged, she was slowly moving down the path to another orgasm.
Her legs weakened and her muscles turned to jelly as his pace quickened and his balls bounced against the back of her thighs. The scratching of the crisp hair tickling her sensitive skin.
And then she felt a rush of warmth start at her roots and slowly, gently, cascade through her veins and pool in the spot where their bodies connected. She was being taken hostage by emotion and she went willingly.
“Presley! My sweet, sweet, Presley!” His shout vibrated her body as he released inside of her. He bucked again and again to spew every ounce of his orgasm into her.
She stared through the mirror. His head was tilted sideways, his eyes closed and the muscles in his chest were tight. An unfamiliar peace washed over her. She’d never felt so secure, so wanted in her life.
His eyes came open and he grinned. “If I haven’t told you already, I love this. I love your body. I’m hooked.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You make me feel things that are foreign.”
He chuckled, one that vibrated her insides a second before he slid out of her. “I hope I didn’t take too much liberty.”
Understanding his meaning, she gave her head a shake. “I often wondered what it would be like to have a man enter me there. So far, I liked the intrusion.” She smiled. “Will you be disappointed if I get up?”
He loosened his hold. “You have to leave?”
“I have to do some researching today.” She sat up and dropped her feet to the floor, reaching for her black silk robe from the back of the chair. “If I plan to continue to modernize Dean Veterinary, I have to figure how much money it’s going to take to buy the new equipment. Our equipment is as old as the hills and everything is needing replaced.”
“Can you get a loan?”
She shrugged. “Maybe a small one, but I fear going into debt. Since Dad retired, I still have his customers who aren’t quite trusting me with their animals yet.”
He scooted to her and kissed her back, running his hand down her side and pausing at her hip. “They’re fools. Harris is a damn good vet, but you, my darling, are a whiz.”
Grabbing a hair tie from her nightstand, she used her teeth to hold it while she piled her hair high on her head, then used the band to secure the bun into place. “Now if all these other cowboys felt the same. They like doing things the old way because that’s what they’re used to and it’s difficult to make them see there’s a better way. I don’t want to get rid of the old-fashioned ways, but only add a modern take. I’m lucky you Jericho boys have backed me.”
“Remember, these ranchers have been around for a long time and some of them don’t want to take a chance. Their motto is ’Why fix something that isn’t broken’.”
“But some of the process is broken.
“Hey, I agree that a good business changes. Yet, I’ve been called a stubborn ass a few times. Good thing I have you.”
“Now, now…don’t forget you gave me a hard time at first. You didn’t like all my suggestions. Or was that dislike for the messenger, not the message itself?” She brought up a brow.
He smiled. “I’ve always liked the messenger, although she certainly made things difficult at times.”
She winked. “You were deserving.”
“True.”
“Can I see you later?” he asked.
“You don’t have a choice. We have an appointment with the pastor later.”
“Can’t we just tell him what time to be there to marry us?” he grumbled and climbed from bed, not even slightly self-conscious of his naked body. Then again, with a body like his, he had no reason to worry about flaws.
“It doesn’t work like that, cowboy. He likes to meet with every couple before the wedding just to make sure they’re ready.”
“Hell, no one has a clue if they’re truly ready or not until they’re married and have their first real argument.”
He had a point. “Just be at the church at six. Okay?” She stood and rounded the end of the bed, stopping to give him a kiss on the lips.
“Sure.”
“Now I’ve got to get moving.” She stopped at the bathroom door. “By the way, naked looks good on you.” She smiled and closed the door.
Chapter Fourteen
“Good afternoon, doc.”
The rich baritone brought her chin up to look over the cowboy standing in the doorway of the stables. “Yes? Do you have an appointment?” She could have sworn Cheryl said they were finished for the day.
“Sorry. No one was out front. I’m Chance Grimes.”
“The bull rider?”
He took off his hat and pressed it against his chest. “Yes.” His smile reached from one ear to the other.
“Are you looking for Urban?”
“Nah. I came to see you.”
She situated her hands on her hips. “Are you looking for a vet?”
“No, but I’ll keep you in mind. You know, when a buddy is engaged…”
She blinked. “I didn’t know you and Urban knew each other very well.”
His smile faded some as he swiped a hand down his cheek. “Oh, so he’s told you about me?”
“A little.” She led the horse back into the stall and locked the door. “I’m not sure why you’re here, but I have plans in a bit.”
“I’ll be honest.”
“That’d be good.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that Urban landed the documentary.”
Things were getting clearer. “Fair as in you thought you had a foot in?”
He shrugged. “I am married. He’s not.”
“We’re getting married. Leave your address and I’ll invite you to the wedding.” She plastered a smile on her lips.
“A fake wedding? Just to land a documentary. That’s a huge leap.”
Poker faced, she busied herself shoveling the stall. “I don’t know where you got your information—”
“Straight from the horse’s mouth, ma’am.”
She brought her chin up. “Are you saying Urban told you we’re getting married for the documentary?”
“Look, I don’t like to put my opinion in where it doesn’t belong—”
“Or warranted,” she added.
“But I wonder if you know who you’re marrying?”
“Probably better than you do.” She didn’t have time for this. “Is there a means to the end here? How about you just get to the point?”
His smile faded. “You should ask your soon to be husband about his hankering for married women.”
Working her bottom lip, she then sighed. “Why don’t you tell me what brought you here besides making me question my fiancé’s loyalty.” She dropped the shovel and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m guessing Urban didn’t tell you why he and I don’t quite like each other. Of course, why would he? A man doesn’t want to spread it around that he almost broke up a marriage.”
“I really don’t think—”
“Yes, I think we should. I found out Urban was sleeping with my wife. He denied it, but she told me everything.”
Her stomach twisted, but she didn’t falter. “We both know why you’re here.” She swallowed a bitter taste. “You feel the need for revenge.”
“Maybe.” He chuckled. “Does that change the fact that Urban screwed my wife?”
“This doesn’t concern me, Mr. Grimes. I think if you don’t have trust for your wife, that’s something you need to speak to her about.”
He took a step closer, his jaw tightened. “I’m doing you a favor, Miss.” He smashed his hat on top of his head, nodded, then left.
*****
Tap. Tap.
Urban dra
gged his hat off his face and fluttered his eyes open. Through the rain speckled window, he saw Presley. He had stretched out in his front seat and fallen asleep while he was waiting for her at the church. Sitting up, he slid over and opened the door. “Hey, beautiful.” She shifted and crossed her arms over her chest, her frown speaking volumes. “What’s wrong?”
“Where’s the camera?”
“I snuck off.”
“Does the name Amber Grimes ring a bell?”
Scrubbing his jaw, he pushed her question through his fuzzy brain. “Yes.”
She worked her bottom lip. “Good. At least you remember her name.”
He squinted. “What the hell?”
“So, it’s true?” One thin brow popped up over lethal eyes.
“I’m lost,” he groaned and slid out of the truck, bumping her accidentally. When he reached out to steady her, she backed away.
“I met Chace Grimes today.”
“Oh? He’s a sweetheart, isn’t he?”
“No, he’s an ass, but I didn’t think you were!” She swiveled on heel and stomped across the parking lot.
He quickly moved to catch up to her, blocking her path. “I have no clue what’s going on. Care to fill me in on how I pissed you off while I was sleeping in my truck?”
She stuck her hands on her hips. “What happened between you and Amber? She is married, Urban.”
There was no forgivingness in her expression. “Yeah, I know. What exactly did Grimes tell you?”
“You tell me, Urban. And while we’re at it, I’d like to thank you for telling your buddy riders that you managed to convince me to marry you for this documentary.”
“Outside of the fact that I did convince you to marry me for the documentary, I never told anyone anything. Some of them might have guessed because of the timing, but who gives a shit what anyone thinks? As far as Amber is concerned—”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“There’s no clear-cut answer.”
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