Dirty-Talking Cowboy--A Kinky Spurs Novel

by Stacey Kennedy

  Her breath hitched. “Then do something about it.”

  His lips parted, and he took a large, deep, savoring breath. Then he rose, staring at her with a sureness that told her she wouldn’t regret saying yes to him. Her heart raced as he tucked a finger under her chin. “Is that what you want, Emma? To escape beneath my hands?”

  Instinctively, she knew exactly what he wanted to hear by the firmness in his expression. “Yes, I want to play.”

  His smile turned sinfully wicked. “Undress for me, darlin’.”

  * * *

  Every sweet look Emma gave to him, every innocent blush, every gasp of breath, all brought out something in Shep he didn’t dare control. Why would he? She’d given him permission to unleash all his fantasies about her and bring her into them. Keeping his focus narrowed on her, he took a step back away from the table, giving her the space she’d require.

  He noted the deep crimson spreading across her cheeks, the slight part of her lips, and he understood her desire too. As much as he got off being in control of her pleasure, she also liked him in that role. It was a sexy push and pull between them, and when it worked, the intense connection couldn’t be contained or controlled. There was no role play, no game. The balance between them was natural. Him, the hard man. Her, the soft woman. And affection and respect layered those states.

  That sexy playfulness danced in her eyes while she slowly removed her shirt, a small smile curving her mouth. As she took her time to tease him, he teased her back, gazing over the gentle curve of her shoulder as her bra strap dragged down her skin. When the cups of her bra slid away, he licked his lips, her taut dark nipples calling to his mouth. To tempt him, he was sure of that, she ran her hand down her stomach until she reached her jeans, then she unbuttoned them, sending those and her panties to the floor. He openly stared at her trimmed pussy, wanting her to feel noticed and desired, all the things she’d been missing. Besides, she was gorgeous, and he craved her taste on his tongue.

  As he slowly worked his gaze back up her body, past her toned belly to the curve of her breasts, to her long neck, to her pouty parted lips, then to her hooded eyes, he stepped forward, closing the distance. Her eyes simmered with lust when he slid his hand across the small of her back, bringing her naked flesh closer to his clothed body. “You’re mine tonight, Emma,” he murmured, brushing his nose across hers, pressing her against his hardened length. “All mine tonight.”

  Then he kissed her, and there was nothing appropriate about the way his mouth molded with hers.

  A groan rumbled from his chest when he thrust his hand into her hair, clenching his fingers, possessively pinning her to him while he gave her punishing kisses. He angled her head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers until she was a breathless mess.

  Only then did he break away and instruct, “Go in front of the fireplace and wait for me.”

  He didn’t spot any hesitation in her eyes, or even a question of whether she thought he was being serious. Obviously the firmness in his order told her all she needed to know, because she moved to the rug in front of the fireplace without further instruction. With her settled, he left the living room and entered the bedroom. He gathered the new toys from the chest in his closet.

  With the toys hidden in his hands behind his back, he returned to her. She immediately looked at him, gaze inquisitive. “Eyes on the wall, Emma.” He moved in behind her, his cock throbbing to be deep inside her. Her naked flesh was exposed for him, the sexiest fucking woman he’d ever seen.

  He placed the items, none of which was rope, on the table near the recliner, then moved to her. Sure, he knew she’d expect him to work his ropes with her, and of course, he wanted to bind her, but that fantasy wouldn’t happen tonight. He didn’t want to hurry her along or overwhelm her. He wanted her to melt tonight, not explode from the intensity. There was a fine line, and he loved to push against that line, but not for someone so new. Because trust was born in that sweet seductive moment when his touch brought her to a new place.

  Besides, her innocence was tantalizing.

  Focused and determined to bring her into his world, he stepped in behind her, sliding his fingers through her hair until the strands were tucked behind her shoulders. Then he stroked the pads of his fingers down over her shoulder until she shivered.

  Only then did he move in front of her. He tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her heated eyes to his. “When we play, tell me if something doesn’t feel good. I want you to enjoy this, not cringe in discomfort.” He dragged his thumb across her pouty lips. “All clear?”

  “Yes,” she exhaled.

  He took her mouth again, all for himself this time. He slid his hands into her hair and his tongue across hers, imagining exactly how she’d feel stroking his cock. When his dick twitched, and balls ached, he grunted and moved away. If he kept kissing her, he’d bend her over the couch and send them both into orgasm. Gentle, he reminded himself, approaching the table. Once there, he took the blindfold into his hands.

  She gave the blindfold a quick look but then smiled at him, telling him she was on board. He stepped in behind her, placed the blindfold over her eyes, and grinned, enjoying the shiver she gave him. Leaving her there to grow quiet, to become lost in the darkness, he reached over his head and removed his T-shirt, tossing it onto the couch. After which he returned his focus to her, tickling one of her taut nipples with the tip of his tongue.

  She moaned, tossing her head back, so he slowly licked the other nipple, teasing her with what was to come. Once she gave him the delicious moan he sought, he refused her plea to suck her nipple into his mouth, and instead slid his tongue around the curve of her breast. The tremble that rocked through her made his tease worth it.

  “Stay right here, darlin’.” He pressed a tender kiss against her lips, then moved to the table again, taking the silver metal Ben Wa balls out from the black velvet pouch, after which he grabbed the bottle of lube. He saw her head tilt slightly, the curiosity of what he was doing overwhelming her. After reaching for the vibrator and the remote control, he returned to her. “Hold out your hand.”

  When she obliged him, he placed the vibe in her palm, keeping the remote for himself. “That right there is a vibrator. It’s a brand new toy that now belongs to you.” He moved close and whispered in her ear. “Give me the view I’ve craved.”

  The smile she gave him was full of heat as she placed the vibe between her legs. He watched her a moment, liking the way she cupped her hand, holding the vibe tightly against her. That told him she needed firmer pressure on her clit for a response. Good to know.

  He pressed the lowest button on the remote, and noticed her cheeks growing pinker, only proving his use of the blindfold right. Pleasuring oneself in front of anyone was never easy at first. The blindfold stole away concerns. To ease her worries completely, he flicked the second highest button and she gasped, her tension being overrun by pleasure.

  Leaving the remote at that speed, he flipped open the lube and poured a generous amount over the metal balls in his right hand, rolling them in his palm, warming them. He closed the bottle, placing that aside, then said to her, “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

  She inched her feet out, giving him the room he needed. Enraptured by her naked beauty, he went down to one knee in front of her. He took the vibe from her for the moment and tickled her slit with the metal balls, allowing her to feel them before he inserted the first ball, then the next one, until he had all three inside, with the black string dangling between her thighs. He reached for her hand while he rose. “To your knees.”

  With his help, she slowly lowered. “Oh. Oh.” She gasped when he placed the vibe back into her hand and against her clit. “Oooh.”

  He grinned, and the feeling of the balls tipped her head back. Her deep moan filled the air while she sat on her feet. Slowly, he released her hand, stepped back, and then began flicking through the different speeds of the vibrator, teasing her, waking her up, until her cheeks were stai
ned red. He placed the remote control between his teeth and, with his left hand not covered in lube, unbuttoned his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down. His throbbing cock sprang free. He glanced down, the veins on his cock strained, the tip dark in color. His balls were tight against his body, his need to come overwhelming him.

  Determined to get them both off, he flicked the vibe onto the next speed. She rocked her hips, letting the balls take her higher, of which he had no plan to stop her. He placed the remote control on the fireplace mantel, leaving the vibrator on the second-highest speed.

  That was how he left her. For many, many long minutes, while he stroked his cock with his hand covered in lube.

  By the time the lube had dried on his skin and he stepped forward again, her chin was dipped, her moaning and gasping in a perfect rhythm, letting him know she was close to orgasm. He took the blindfold off, dropping it to the floor. She blinked twice, then her hooded eyes locked onto his and he couldn’t wait anymore.

  He stroked his cock with one hand, and placed the thumb of the other in her mouth. “When we come, it’s together. Always.” Her eyes were wide, trapped in pleasure, when she parted her lips, giving him the right to enter her. He didn’t waste time, either. Her orgasm was right there, he could tell from the stiff way she knelt, barely breathing, frozen in pleasure.

  Teased far too much, he threaded his hands into her hair, settled his cock against her tongue. He gave his hips two gentle thrusts, sliding her saliva across his shaft. She looked at him, and he grunted against the view of his cock disappearing into her mouth. She was damn pretty filled by him.

  Intent to send them both soaring, he widened his legs, held her head firmly, allowing her to feel slightly used by him. It was something she clearly enjoyed, since her gaze darkened with her lust. Moans began to rumble from his chest while he pumped his hips, never going so deep as to steal her from her pleasure, but deep enough that euphoria rippled through him.

  Tight and wet, her lips were heaven, and his cock throbbed in her mouth.

  She sucked deep, fighting her orgasm, and he unleashed himself. In the power of this connection between them, he used her mouth like he’d wanted to since he placed his rope onto her wrists. He grunted while she sucked him. In and out, the veins on the sides of his cock bulged, her lips sliding perfectly along the tip, until heat flared down his spine, settling into his sack.

  When his orgasm hit, there was no stopping it. His head fell back, and he roared as his semen shot from his cock into her mouth in perfect pulses. He stayed that way, relishing her sweet lips, until the final drop of his seed landed on her tongue.

  Slowly, he recovered and dropped his head. Then he saw her, the tension all but vibrating out of her. He withdrew his soft dick and grabbed the remote from the fireplace mantel. He flicked the vibe onto the highest speed, her eyes widened, and her lips parted with her scream of pleasure as her body shook with the force of her climax.

  Seconds dragged on while she trembled, crashing over the waves of her pleasure.

  The very moment she fell from the high, he turned off the vibe.

  She leaned on one arm, her chest rising and falling quickly, her mouth parted as she sucked in gulps of air.

  Shep smiled in pure masculine satisfaction. That was what he wanted right there.

  Her undone.

  Chapter 8

  Early the next morning, Shep crawled out of bed at his usual wake-up time of a little before five thirty. By the time he showered and dressed, it was nearing six in the morning, and he set to making breakfast.

  Just as he finished up with the scrambled eggs, Emma’s soft voice came from behind him. “You do realize it’s six o’clock in the morning, right?”

  Shep glanced over his shoulder. “I’m an early riser.” Emma’s hair was ruffled, her eyes puffy. She looked cute, wearing only his T-shirt from the night before. She looked so cute, in fact, he closed the distance, getting a feel of those puffy lips for himself before he used the spatula to point at the chair at the kitchen table. “Take a seat. Coffee?”

  “Please.” She rubbed her eyes, dropping down into the chair. “One sugar, a little milk.”

  “I take it you’re not a morning person.” He scooped up some eggs, placing them onto her plate along with few pieces of bacon and toast, before setting the plate down in front of her.

  She slowly dropped her hands and yawned. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but in my world, six o’clock is still nighttime. Haven’t you noticed it’s dark out?”

  “I have noticed that, yes.” He laughed softly then set to fixing their coffees. Once done, he grabbed both mugs in one hand, along with his plate, and joined her at the table.

  She hadn’t said a word since he sat down, and she still wasn’t talking by the time he took a final bite of eggs.

  Once she cleared her plate, she finally looked up, her eyes a little brighter as she sipped her coffee.

  “More awake now?” he asked.

  She nodded, staring at him over her coffee mug. “Almost.”

  “Good, go throw some clothes on. We’ve got somewhere to go before I drop you off at the farm.” He rose, cleaning up their plates off the table.

  She stood, eyeing him carefully. “Where are we going?”

  He began filling the dishwasher, then glanced at her. “If you’d go get ready, you’d find out.”

  She took one more sip of her coffee, giving him a puzzled look. Without a further nudge, she got dressed quickly, returning to Shep by the time he’d turned on the dishwasher. He washed and dried his hands on the towel hanging off the stove, then grabbed his keys off the counter before taking his dark-green hoodie off the coatrack by the door. “Here, you’ll need this.” He pulled his thick navy-blue sweater over his head as she slid into the hoodie. “Ready?”

  She nodded and smiled. “Ready.”

  In no time he had them around the back of his house and into the three-car garage where he kept his all-terrain vehicle.

  She eyed the ATV with raised eyebrows. “I take it we’re going somewhere on that?”

  “You got it.” He slid his leg over the seat, settling into place, trying to hurry things along. The sun would rise any minute now. “Come on, darlin’.” He gestured behind him, patting the seat.

  She gave him a wide smile, then joined him, wiggling her way closer until her arms were wrapped around him tight. He started the ATV then drove off down the trail behind his house. He kept his speed slow enough not to scare her, but fast enough that the ride would thrill her as the vehicle met any obstacle in its way effortlessly.

  After they climbed over the hill, he yelled back at her, gesturing to his right, “Look.”

  He couldn’t see her face, but he felt her arms around him loosen a little at the beauty laid out before her. The sky was warm with orange and pink hues as the sun rose above the mountains. As far as he was concerned, you weren’t truly living until you saw the beauty of a Colorado sunrise.

  When he reached the end of the trail, he slowed the ATV as they entered the forest, taking the emergency trail out of the forest that he had added when he’d first opened Blackshaw Survival. As the thick forest opened to an area that he had cleared, he stopped the ATV, turning off the ignition.

  Emma immediately got off the ATV, approaching a shelter in the center of the cleared area. “What is this?” she asked.

  He slid off the seat then leaned against the side of the ATV, crossing his arms. “This is my business.”

  She examined the shelter, made of branches and leaves. “As in, you work from here?”

  He shook his head. “This is what I’m paid to teach the military. To survive in the wilderness. To use the elements to their advantage. To make it out alive.”

  She regarded the shelter again, reassessing. “How did you get into this line of work?”

  “Boy Scouts.”

  “Boy Scouts?” She laughed, running her hands along the branches of the shelter.

  He gave a firm nod, liking t
hat twinkle in her eyes. “It’s where I was first introduced to all the ideas that my business is based on. After that, throughout the years, living out in the wilderness became a hobby of sorts. I’d go out for weeks at a time just to prove to myself I could survive. When I came home from LA, I decided to attempt to make a business out of it.”

  “You were successful, obviously.”

  Again he nodded. “My father had a lot of pull and knew some important people. Without him, I doubt I would’ve gotten the government contracts as easily as I did.”

  She considered him, then gave a cute smile. “I think you should give yourself some credit. Sure, knowing the right people is always good, but your work spoke for itself.” She paused then pointed inside the shelter. “Can I go in?”

  “Of course.”

  She vanished inside and he stayed out; the shelter wasn’t big enough for two people. It was meant to allow a solider to keep dry and safe from the harsh elements of living in the wilderness for an extended period of time. The compliment she gave him stayed outside with him, however. This woman made him feel good.

  “Oh, my gosh,” she said, breaking the silence. Then her head popped out from the entrance. “It’s a spoon.” She held up the wooden spoon. “Did someone make this?”

  “It looks like Josh’s work—he’s part of my team.”

  “Cool.” She examined the spoon, turning it side-to-side. “What exactly does making a spoon have to do with surviving the elements?”

  “Part of surviving in harsh conditions is keeping your mind busy,” he explained. “The mind is the fastest thing that can destroy you, so we teach the team things to do to keep yourself busy.”

  “That’s so friggin’ cool, Shep,” she said before ducking back inside. When she came out, she wasn’t holding the spoon any longer. “So, after the team leaves, do you take this down?”