The Cowboy's Thirty-Day Fling

by Jenna Jacob

  “Not surprised, just more turned on. You drive me crazy.”

  “Good crazy or Emmett crazy?” she taunted.

  After gliding his lips down her neck and up to her ear, Sawyer nipped the lobe as his ragged breath sent goose bumps peppering her skin. “If I don’t get you naked soon, I’m going to make Emmett look like the sanest man in town.”

  Brea lolled her head to the side, granting him more access. His low, approving moan stroked her soul like a caress. As Sawyer’s lips, tongue, and teeth bathed her with bliss, Brea’s breath grew shallow, and her pulse quickened. The pleasure building within made her skin grow tight. The barrier of clothing between them chafed her flesh, and while Sawyer continued seducing her mouth, Brea worked the buttons of his shirt free. After sliding the fabric off his shoulders and sending it billowing to the floor, she eased from his lips and tugged off her tee, then tossed it away.

  Sawyer dragged a hungry stare down her chest, pausing at her pink lacy bra, and sighed.

  “So pretty,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and lightly strumming his thumbs over her beaded nipples.

  Heat rising, Brea reached behind her and unclasped her bra before rolling her shoulders and sending it to the floor. Sawyer moaned as he dipped his head, parted his lips, and engulfed her aching flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. Bolts of lightning splintered through her and coalesced between her legs as Sawyer drew on her throbbing flesh. And when he pressed her taut nipple to the roof of his mouth, she cried out and arched before sinking her fingers into his soft, copper-colored hair.

  Reverently paying homage to one breast then the other, Sawyer’s broad, calloused hands softly trailed over her flesh as if memorizing each dip and flare. Each lave, suck, and scrape sent Brea spiraling into another dimension of bliss, erasing her doubts and fears, her past and future, until nothing but the here and now etched each precious, sublime sensation and second into her soul.

  Chapter Ten

  Sawyer

  * * *

  Brea’s ragged gasps of pleasure and each scrape of her nails along his scalp were a torture all their own. But Sawyer was willing to suffer each new and unique sensation quaking his soul. He’d never experienced the arcs of electricity that were surging through his system merely touching a woman before. He’d known Brea was different. Knew they shared a blazing attraction, but this connection…this level of fire and need was something Sawyer had never felt in his life.

  His usual animalistic demand to rut, come, and slake his carnivorous need was gone. All Sawyer wanted to do was drown the fragile, broken, sassy woman who’d brought a spark back to his cold, dead heart in life-altering pleasure. Sawyer ached for more than Brea’s body. He ached to heal her scars and show her how real love was supposed to feel.

  Dropping his hands to her hips, he gripped her tightly as he dragged her in tight against his steely erection. A guttural moan slid from Brea’s throat as Sawyer lifted from her breast. Gaze locked on her glistening, pebbled nipple, he dragged his stare to the bliss etching her face. As he leaned in close to her mouth, Sawyer inhaled her breathy sighs before claiming her lips with a long, slow, passionate kiss. As she trembled in his arms, he tamped down the mounting urgency coiling inside him. Pulsing and aching to squeeze inside her molten tunnel, Sawyer was determined to stave off his own needs to explore and satisfy Brea’s. Besides, he couldn’t find the will to pull away from her slick, sinful mouth. Sawyer would be more than content to spend weeks, months…years, plying her with pleasure. Because deep down, he knew no amount of time would ever be enough to sate his yearning for Brea.

  Lifting one hand, he cupped her nape and tilted her head before delving deeper still. Silently begging for more, Brea lifted her leg and draped it around his thigh…wordlessly inviting him to take, claim, and own.

  Suddenly, the emotions sailing inside him grew more potent and real.

  The demand to rip away the barrier of clothing between them pressed in on him. Then, as if his thoughts had melded with hers, the sound of Brea dragging down her zipper echoed in his ears. Tearing from her mouth, Sawyer inched back, then drinking in the flush of desire staining her face, he watched as Brea wriggled the denim down her hips. His gaze locked to the triangle of ivory satin barely covering her bare mound.

  Sawyer inhaled sharply. As her tart perfume filled his senses, a surge of demand punched him hard. Sinking a fist in her hair, he dipped to her ear and, in a raspy growl, said, “Take your panties off, too.”

  Fire leapt in Brea’s eyes. She swallowed tightly and complied, kicking both jeans and the scrap of ivory across the floor.

  As he gazed at her glistening folds, his cock grew impossibly harder. He was so engorged, so thick and hard, there wasn’t any more give in his jeans. He yanked off his boots, then shucked off his shirt before scrambling out of his pants. The second his cock burst free, he hissed in relief.

  “Dear god.” Brea gaped as she stared at his thick, sweeping cock.

  Yeah, he and his brothers had been blessed with big dicks. Sawyer didn’t think a thing about it when they were young and skinny-dipped in the creek behind the house. It wasn’t until junior high, when he took his first shower in gym class, that Sawyer realized he had a salami between his legs and not a hot dog, like the other boys. He’d been so concerned and self-conscious, he’d gone to his brother Ned and asked if something was wrong with him. The oldest brother had laughed and shook his head, then assured Sawyer that someday he’d be damn glad the Lord had blessed them in such a way.

  Today was definitely one of those days.

  “Something wrong?” he asked as Brea continued to stare.

  “Where… How… Has that anaconda been packed inside your jeans this whole time?”

  “Yeah, painfully so.”

  “Mercy,” she murmured. “I need to kiss that and make it all better.”

  Before she could inch down the wall to her knees, Sawyer splayed his palm on her stomach, anchoring her in place. “Not yet. My turn first.”

  “What happened to ladies first? I thought you were a gentleman?”

  “I am. That’s why you’re going to be the first to shatter.”

  As a tiny shiver slid through her, Sawyer felt her stomach muscles bunch beneath his hand. Brea’s hot little core was contracting, clutching at nothing but air. He’d definitely fix that.

  Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his wide hands around her thighs, then gently parted her legs. Sawyer’s mouth was already watering as he pressed his nose against her hot, wet flesh and inhaled deeply. Her heady, spicy nectar warmed his face as he snaked his tongue along the crease of her thigh. Brea whimpered and wriggled her hips. Relentlessly teasing Brea—and himself—he gently scraped the tip of his tongue up the seam of her saturated folds. As Brea’s nectar melted over his tongue and invaded his system like a drug, she gripped his head and whimpered.

  As he traced the tip of his finger up and down her pouty folds, Brea helplessly cried out his name.

  “Shhh. It’s all right, darlin’. I’m gonna put out your fire.” And spend all night lighting you up again and again and…

  Using his thumbs, Sawyer parted her folds and groaned.

  Wet.

  Pink.

  Swollen.

  Mine!

  Never before—not with Sara and certainly never with the linoleum sisters—had the primitive need to possess and own a woman seized him so viciously.

  “Oh, god. Please, Sawyer…” Brea’s plea was but a whisper. “Your breath. It’s…it’s so hot. I’m going to die if you don’t…”

  “If I don’t what, gorgeous?”

  “Lick me. Please…before I lose my mind.”

  With his tongue poised at her center, Sawyer slid his gaze up her body and froze.

  The raw beauty of Brea’s half-lidded, glassy eyes, rosy-stained cheeks, and the rise and fall of her panting breaths was the single most glorious sight he’d ever seen in all his life. A part of him wanted to keep her here, suspended on the edge of want and de
mand, so he could capture her image to canvas and stare at the glorious sight of her, like this, forever. Instead, he branded Brea’s breathtaking beauty to memory and gently blew a breath over her glistening folds.

  “Sawyer!” she roared in a very unladylike growl.

  “Shhh,” he cooed. “Relax. I’ll make it all better, baby. I promise.”

  Driving his tongue as far inside her needy core as he could, Sawyer’s taste buds exploded. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as her hot, slick spice filled his mouth, and her silky walls suckled his tongue.

  Lapping and stabbing her core with strong, steady strokes, he guzzled her warm cream and nudged her clit with his nose. Brea moaned and writhed, grinding her pretty little pussy all over his face.

  “Oh, god! Yes! Don’t stop. Whatever you do…don’t stop.” she cried mournfully.

  He smiled against her steamy center as he continued devouring her.

  “Sawyerrrr! Oh, god. Yes. Right there. Oh, fuck…oh, fuck. Your mouth is…fucking incredible. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

  Damn right I am, darlin’…all night long.

  Brea’s uninhibited responses were like an aphrodisiac. Sawyer had made plenty of women whimper and moan, but none had ever been as vocal as Brea. It turned him on even more.

  Dragging his tongue over her pebbled clit, Sawyer eased two fingers inside her. The feel of her smooth muscles clutching his digits and her sweet, hot nectar spilling onto his palm had his pulse pounding and demand roaring. He swirled his tongue through her juices, then wrapped his lips around her clit. Sucking her swollen nub, he crooked his fingers and found the magic bundle of nerves hiding behind her pubic bone.

  “Oh. Oh…ohhhh.”

  Brea responded as wildly as she had in his dreams.

  Her frantic, escalating whimpers combined with her trembling body told him he was doing everything right. As he watched pleasure play across her face, his cock jealously strained and wept.

  Scoring her fingernails into his scalp, Brea shamelessly ground herself against his face while her keening cries escalated.

  That’s it, darlin’. Let go and soar…shatter for me, gorgeous.

  As if hearing his internal command, Brea’s brows knitted tightly. Her muscles tensed and turned to granite. And as she bore down on his tongue, her velvet walls clamped hard around his driving fingers.

  “Sawyer,” Brea screamed as she lifted her face to the heavens and came completely undone.

  Lost in the splendor of her cries, the quakes wracking her body, and the spasms gripping his digits, Sawyer replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped the sugar spilling from inside her.

  No woman had ever looked or felt more erotic.

  Nothing had ever tasted sweeter than her honey-soaked pussy spilling over his driving tongue.

  When Brea’s knees buckled, Sawyer swept her up into his arms and cradled her to his chest. She slung her arms around his neck as he carried her up the stairs to his room, while he savored her sated expression.

  With her eyes still closed, Brea licked her lips. “Do anything you want to me, cowboy…I don’t care. Just save enough steam to do that thing you just did with your tongue again. Okay?”

  Her words were thick and slurred, as if she were drunk.

  “With pleasure.”

  She answered with a soft, contented purr that made his ravenous cock jerk, ready for its chance to send her to the stars again. After placing her in the middle of his bed, he took a step back and drank in the sight of her glossy hair spilling over his pillow and her narrow shoulders. Brea looked almost innocent with her eyes closed, cheeks glowing, and a tiny smile flirting with the corners of her mouth. Lying there all languid and boneless, she was the most alluring vision on the planet.

  It seemed unfathomable that a few days ago she’d been a complete stranger, but now, Sawyer couldn’t imagine his life without her.

  Brea

  * * *

  Lying in the middle of Sawyer’s bed—at least she thought it was his bed, or maybe on a cloud—Brea oozed satisfaction. Her body pulsed in pleasure, and lingering aftershocks rippled and twitched deep in her core.

  Sawyer had summoned sensations she’d never felt before, bent them until they coiled into prisms of white light and detonated like Halley’s Comet and the Leonid meteor shower all at once. He’d effortlessly blasted her into orbit to sizzle among the shooting stars in an explosion of spasms and screams.

  And he’d done it all with his tongue!

  Brea couldn’t imagine what galaxy he’d sent her to once he squeezed inside her.

  And squeeze he would.

  Sawyer had a F-I-N-E cock. Thick and long, with angry veins lining the shaft. Just the sight of his mouthwatering erection made her dizzy. Forcing her heavy eyelids open, to take another peek, she found Sawyer standing beside the bed, wearing a self-assured grin and promise twinkling in his eyes.

  She thought his smug veneer cute—a little unnerving that he was well aware of his skills—but cute nonetheless.

  “Look at you…all full of yourself.”

  “You’re the one who said I had a more talented tongue.”

  “I may have thrown in the towel a little early. After all, you did catch me at a weak moment.”

  “Uh-huh, and who put you in that moment of weakness, darlin’? The man with the talented tongue, I believe?”

  She couldn’t argue.

  Wrapping a fist around his impressive cock, Sawyer slowly stroked himself up and down while inching closer to the bed. “You say you threw in the towel too early?”

  Brea grinned and nodded.

  “Then I assume you have something to prove?” The raspy tone of his voice told her their playful bantering was over.

  “You bet your big, beautiful cock I do.”

  His eyes locked on hers with an intensity that nearly stopped her heart, Sawyer prowled onto the bed like a hungry wolf. Goose bumps peppered her arms as a shiver slid down her spine.

  “Beautiful?” He arched his brows as he straddled her waist. “You’re what’s beautiful, darlin’.”

  The levee around her heart gave way, and a rush of warmth flooded her system. Brea never even thought herself exceptionally pretty, let alone beautiful. But Sawyer made her feel more than pretty…more than beautiful. He made her feel alluring, desirable, and totally alive.

  Still fisting his cock, he placed his other palm flush against the headboard. Rocking his hips forward, he brought his weeping crest toward her mouth. Heat rolled up her body like it had while he devoured her pussy. Inhaling his masculine scent, she parted her lips, eager to swipe the glossy bead from his tip.

  Sawyer sucked in a hiss between clenched teeth. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, clearly wrangling for patience. “Your fiery breath fluttering over my cock feels like heaven.”

  Sawyer hadn’t felt heaven yet. But Brea was determined to send him there, just like he had her.

  Reaching up, she cupped his hand as he stroked his cock up and down, silently asking to take control. When Sawyer groaned and released his shaft, she wrapped her fingers around him, delighting in the way the veins pulsed in her palm. His cock was hot as fire, hard as steel, yet soft like velvet.

  Watching his features harden with strained delight, Brea stuck out her tongue before opening wide and sucking inch after glorious inch deep inside her mouth. As Sawyer cursed and groaned, she dragged her tongue over his throbbing veins while his salty essence danced along her taste buds. The corded muscles of his arms, suspended above her, trembled and flexed beneath his bronze flesh.

  Tilting her head back, she took Sawyer’s wide crest all the way to the back of her throat, then softly swallowed. With a growl, he lifted his hand from the headboard and threaded his fingers through her hair. Holding her in place, Sawyer slowly rocked his hips, setting the tempo he desired.

  Lips stretched impossibly tight, Brea stared up at him and drank in the sparks of fire dancing in his green and gold-flecked eyes, the tick of
his clenched jaw, and the animalistic flare of his nostrils. All the while, his stare was locked on his cock, gliding in and out of her taut lips as he made love to her mouth with such tenderness Brea wanted to weep.

  “Your tongue…your lips…the sweet heat of your mouth… Christ, Brea. I’ve never felt anything more incredible in my life.”

  Neither have I.

  When he cinched her mane tighter, tingles exploded over her scalp. Reaching up, she cupped the cheeks of his tight ass, applying gentle suction as she coaxed him deeper still.

  Both her mind and body felt new. As if she’d never been properly introduced to the dormant sensations Sawyer awakened within her. Seeking an outlet for the fervor he stirred, Brea skimmed a hand between her legs. Sawyer peeked over his shoulder and watched as she stroked her clit.

  Peering down at her, he flashed her a wicked smile. “That’s it, darlin’…come undone for me while I come undone for you.”

  As Brea rode the waves cresting within, Sawyer’s slow, driving thrusts kept her anchored. Too soon she was ready to explode but hovered over the edge of oblivion, waiting for him to free-fall with her. Brea didn’t have to wait long. Sawyer’s lunges were growing faster, harder, and more demanding while his face contorted in equal parts pain and pleasure.

  Seconds later, he lurched forward, stilling at the back of her throat. His back bowed as he gripped her hair with both hands before crying her name in a thunderous roar. The reverberation raked her flesh as Brea’s blood surged in screaming demand. And as she followed him over, bucking, clutching, and trembling, Brea swallowed Sawyer’s hot seed as it jettisoned down her throat.

  As their crescendo ebbed, Sawyer gently glided in and out of her mouth, leaving the last of his offering spurting over her tongue.

  Eyes closed, he released her hair and blindly cupped her cheeks. He knew right where to place his hands, as if he’d already memorized the contour of her face. Her heart sputtered and a new kind of warmth filled her…the warmth of contentment.