Cocky in a Cowboy Hat (Crossroads Book 3)

by Em Petrova

  Winding her arms around his neck, still clutching his hat, she went onto tiptoe and kissed the hell out of him. The woman stroked her tongue along his, dipping it in and out of his mouth while rubbing her breasts against him. Harsh breaths heaved his chest, but he couldn’t find enough air in the world to feed his need.

  He moved to latch onto her hip just as she released a cooing sigh. She dropped to her flat feet and offered his hat to him.

  He gazed at her. “That’s it?”

  Confusion knitted her brows. “I didn’t want to take things too far.”

  “Too far? Woman, you were ten seconds from me picking you up and wrapping your legs around me.”

  She looped her arms over his neck and shimmied against him. The heat emanated off her body in waves that left him throbbing. He took control of the kiss with long sweeps of his tongue. Memories of their single night together burst forth, and he spun her into his arms, walking her backward until he pinned her to the wall of the house.

  “Aidan.” Her breathless tone told him how turned on she was too. He’d heard it several times while pleasuring her.

  He cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple through her top and bra. A quiet moan left her parted lips. After skidding his mouth from hers to her neck and sucking lightly so as not to mark her, he dipped his head and bit into her nipple through the cloth.

  Her breathing stopped, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  Suddenly, he backed up.

  “You can’t start something you don’t finish,” she almost whimpered.

  He grinned. “You did.”

  She narrowed her eyes in that cute display of frustration that always got him. “Is this some kind of competition?”

  “Yep—it’s called see if we can hold off for the weddin’ night.”

  She dropped her head against the wall and closed her eyes as if struggling for patience. “You’re serious.”

  “Unless you want me to pull your top up and suck those pretty pink nipples, baby.”

  “Oh God.” She crushed his hat in her fist. “Maybe we should…keep level heads.”

  “My head’s on a level with your pussy.” He glanced at the front of his pants. Whatever tormenting game he played she played right back, and he fucking loved it.

  She shoved him in the shoulder, a grin on her face. “Fine. We’ll wait. Two days isn’t very long, is it?”

  “We’ll see about that.” He let her scoot out from under his arm and take two steps before he caught her by the hand and swung her to him. He trapped her to the wall again and this time had her grinding on his thigh before breaking the kiss.

  “You don’t know what kind of challenge you set, cowboy.” She cocked a brow at him.

  He offered his best crooked smile. “Try me.”

  Chapter Nine

  In the wee hours of the night, Liberty slipped into Aidan’s bed and woke him with her lips wrapped around the bulging head of his cock. His groan of desire woke him from his dead sleep. When he realized what she was doing, he centered his shining eyes on her and watched her pleasure him for long minutes.

  But as soon as she felt him begin to tense and his cock stiffen on her tongue even more, she slipped off the bed and out of his bedroom. She closed the door behind her, to the sound of, “Jesus Christ” grating from him.

  She thought of herself as the winner of that round…until he cornered her in the shower, whipped aside the curtain and planted one of her feet on the edge of the tub in order to sink his tongue into her pussy.

  She locked her thighs together at the memory that’d been driving her crazy for a full day since, and still no release from the ache he inspired in her.

  Damn the man for being so good at making her crazy for him. If she even came half as close as he did then she prided herself on a job well done.

  But time sped by like the wind taking the pages of a book and flipping them, and somehow, Liberty stood in front of a long mirror wearing white silk and lace with tiny flowers woven into a braid over the crown of her head like a headband.

  In a few minutes, she would step outside and walk down the thick grass aisle, past the rustic benches he built with his own hands for their day, by the white baskets stuffed with wildflowers all his cousins had traipsed into the fields and roadsides to pick, and look up into Aidan’s eyes.

  How had she arrived at this place in her life? This time around, it felt completely different. At one time, she wanted to marry Redding.

  Did she want to marry Aidan less?

  No. It involved a different sort of want. She wanted the safety Aidan was offering her, a refuge from the hell of the past year.

  She wanted Aidan’s friendship. The camaraderie of working the land and caring for the animals meant so much to her. She woke every morning eager to find out what tight situations they’d get themselves into today or how they’d work out a way—together—to untangle it.

  “Ready, beautiful?” Joss stood at the doorway wearing a gown of her own creation and a grin. Brielle stood right behind her in a complementary dress.

  Liberty spun to face them. Tears filled her eyes. “In such a short time, you two have become the sisters I never had.”

  Brielle waved a hand in front of her face. “Don’t make my mascara run!”

  Joss waved her hand in front of her own. “We’re all wearing waterproof formula, but don’t make me cry!”

  Liberty wasn’t one for shows of affection normally, but today called for a big group hug. She drew the women close and they all air-kissed so as not to ruin their lipstick.

  “Thank you for everything,” she said from the bottom of her heart.

  After that, she hardly recalled leaving her room, walking through the house or rounding to the back yard where the guests and her fiancé waited. Until the moment the music began and she looked up into Aidan’s magnetic blue eyes, she had no idea what she was about to do.

  Marry this man. A virtual stranger.

  A stranger who set her on fire with his looks, his kisses and his touch.

  She realized she liked a whole lot more about him, probably more than she ever liked about Redding before taking her vows. It might be an arrangement, a deal to keep her money safe, but right this minute, holding Aidan’s gaze, it felt like so much more.

  In a whirlwind of seconds he kissed her as man and wife. And with her hand clasped in his big, rough one, they turned to their cheering guests.

  Aidan scooped her off her feet and laid another kiss on her that left her burning for more, but minutes later they cut the cake. Then the sun dropped behind the horizon and all the twinkle lights they’d strung up all over the garage added with the fireflies lent a magical ambience to the whole world.

  “I can’t believe how fast the evening has flown,” she said, cheek pressed tight against his chest as he whirled her in his arms across the dance floor while George Strait crooned about a man in love.

  Too much wine left her more aware of the hard shaft bulging into her lower belly as they swayed. The night blasted past in a series of snapshots pasted into her mind about this day. Before she knew it, they were seeing everybody into their vehicles. Hugging all around. And crossing the yard hand-in-hand to the house.

  At the door, Aidan paused. With a quick move, he swept her off her feet and carried her over the threshold.

  As he settled her on her high heels again, her nerves hit and her wine haze began to fade. They were alone. On their wedding night. And that glow in his eyes had to be like looking into a mirror.

  “C’mon.” He twitched his head. “I’ll help you out of your dress.”

  She slipped off her shoes and curled her toes into the hardwood. He took her by the hand again and led her through the house to her bedroom. They never slept here together, so it felt a bit as if she brought her boyfriend home to her childhood bedroom while her parents were out for the night.

  Aidan cupped her face. “You look gorgeous today.”

  “So do you.” She ran her palm down the fr
ont of his white shirt, plucking the strings of his old-fashioned western tie. His jacket had been long ago abandoned, but that only meant she could admire his ass in those fitted new jeans.

  He slowly turned her to him. Her breaths came faster, and a hot balm slicked over her lower belly. He walked his fingers over her spine. Goosebumps broke out all over her.

  He eased the zipper down bit by bit, allowing his touch to linger on her spine even as he spread his fingers and traced the curve of her outer breasts, waist and then her hips.

  Pivoting to face him, she reached for his shirt buttons.

  “You don’t have to,” he grated out. “No strings.”

  “This isn’t strings,” she whispered. “It’s me wanting you.”

  His throat clicked as he swallowed hard and she quickly popped all the buttons of his shirt. She spread the fabric, baring his chiseled chest to her. She eased her hands in and relished his groan.

  Nice and slow, he pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders, moving the silk across her skin until it prickled. He found all the spots that craved his touch, and when the dress puddled at her feet, he raked his gaze over her bridal undergarments of white lace.

  “I’m no virgin,” she said, glancing down.

  “Thank Christ for that.” He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he whirled for the bed. He lay her down and kissed her like a husband kisses a wife on their wedding night.

  Scorching need blasted through her, and she yanked off his string tie, shirt and went for his belt. Her fingers shook with desire.

  “I haven’t felt this way…maybe ever. If I have, I can’t remember,” she murmured between long passes of his heated tongue.

  “Last time I wanted a woman this bad it was last night when I left you aching in the shower.” His crooked grin threw her into more of a frenzy, and she rolled atop him.

  “What are you doing?” Hands on her waist, he held her still.

  “Since you’re going so slow, I’m takin’ what I want!”

  He huffed out a laugh. As he cupped her breasts, he held her stare. “Maybe I’ll take what I want first, baby.”

  “Go ahead and try!” She unzipped his fly and reached into his boxers, black with white wedding bells on them. She looked up. “These are a surprise.”

  “A bachelor’s party gift from my cousins.”

  “Mmm.” She pulled his long cock from his boxers. “And this is more of a surprise.” She licked the tip like an ice cream cone.

  “Hell no, woman. I’m not about to come too soon on my wedding night—I’m in the driver’s seat now.”

  He flipped her onto her back, ripping a laugh from her that abruptly stopped when he shredded the lace thong right off her body, spread her thighs and lowered his tongue to her pussy.

  * * * * *

  How the hell did it happen? He was making love to his wife. The notion seemed so out there but at the same time exactly right.

  Planting his hands on her thighs, he teased up and down her outer lips. Her breathing grew choppy and she tensed under him. When he dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit and worked it up to her clit, she grasped at his hair. Fingers tugging on him, she guided him while he sucked on her hard pearl.

  God, he loved watching her beautiful face light with pleasure. Her lips parted on a gasping moan. Her cheeks flushed. He released his suction and moved to the bottom again, lapping in and out of her entrance and gathering her sweet nectar.

  “Aidannnnn.”

  Her throaty moan made him achingly hard. Seeing her appear at the head of the aisle in her wisp of silk and lace had first sent a jab straight to his solar plexus and then his groin. Half the reception, he alternated between cupping her face and searching her eyes deeply or gripping her ass and anchoring her against his erection.

  Now he got the best of both worlds as she met his stare. With slow precision, he tackled eating her pussy like he made it his life’s work. Hell, it could be now. They were married under the guise of a business deal, but things could change.

  They were changing for him right now as he loved her with his mouth and watched her unravel for him.

  The intimacy of locking eyes heightened his need. He rumbled against her pussy, and she shook under him. He thumbed her apart, spreading her wide open so he could access every wet inch. Under his tongue, her nubbin hardened. Her rasps grew into cries which became screams.

  He edged two fingers into her entrance. She bucked upward at the invasion and slick noises filled the room as he finger-fucked and licked his wife into a throbbing, hip-jerking orgasm.

  “Oh my God! Aidannn.” She twisted her head side to side on the pillow as she continued to ride his fingers and tongue.

  His cock pulsated, on the tipping point, but he held his hips off the bed. The slightest pressure would be a disaster, and no way would he embarrass himself on his wedding night.

  Wedding night. Again, he looked at Liberty in awe.

  With a light stroking touch, he dragged his fingers free of her pussy and up her folds to her nub. She gave a final rough cry and collapsed to the mattress.

  He pushed to his knees, hovering over her and kissing all the flesh of her belly to her ribs and breasts. He spent long minutes pleasuring her nipples while she dug her fingers into his scalp.

  “Come up here and kiss me, husband.” Her eyes widened at her own words.

  His heart gave a hard thump, and he tipped his forehead against hers. “You were a beautiful bride,” he rasped.

  She kissed him, and he let her have control of the kiss for all of a minute before he could take no more of the tormenting little flicks of her tongue and he trapped her to the bed.

  “Dammit.”

  “What?”

  “We’re in the wrong room. My condoms are next door,” he said as he realized what he was missing.

  She slapped his backside. “Grab one, cowboy, so I can take a ride.”

  Chuckling, he climbed off the bed and sauntered out of her room, giving her time to watch him go. Then he returned and perched in the doorway, looking at her spread on the bed, naked and languid.

  She swung her legs over the edge and sat up. She sauntered across the room to him. Once they faced each other this way, he felt a shift in their relationship. Naked, married and full of desire, it seemed as if both slowed down.

  She rested her palms on his chest and leaned in for a kiss. He ducked his head to capture her sweet lips, nibbling the plumper lower one and grazing her tongue with his teeth.

  He pulled the few pins holding the artful braid and what remained of the flowers in her hair. Many petals were crushed on her pillow. He let the pins and remnants of blossoms drop to the floor.

  Winding her arms around his neck, she rubbed her breasts against him. “Take me to bed, Aidan.”

  In that moment, any reservations he had about loving this woman left, and he unlocked his heart to her. She held it in her small, capable hands, whether she knew it or not.

  And he wanted to show her.

  He lifted her and took several steps to her bed. The mattress sank under their combined weight, and she locked him to her as she kissed him again.

  This time the slow teasing had turned to full on need. He tore open the condom and smoothed it over his cock in a jerk. She gripped him at the base and angled the swollen head to her pussy.

  He paused before thrusting into her where he wanted to be. Looking into her eyes, he said, “You’re sure?”

  Sure she wanted to consummate the marriage that was supposed to be a deal and nothing more. Sure she wanted him to claim her, because he wouldn’t let her go without a fight once he did.

  He saw uncertainty pass in her eyes, linger there…and at last clear like smoke blown away by a refreshing breeze.

  She nodded. “I want you, Aidan.”

  He probably read far too much into her words, but as he plunged his cock deep into her pussy, he didn’t care.

  * * * * *

  Maybe the wine was making Lib
erty more emotional than usual. Or too much sugar from the decadent hazelnut chocolate swirl wedding cake from Crossroads Confection Connection.

  It could be all the twinkle lights and fireflies that cast her into a magical realm.

  No. It was Aidan. The man was an extraordinary lover who took her to new heights…and she was falling for him.

  Even as the thought hit her brain, she pushed it aside to focus on the ripple of his muscles as he worked his cock in and out of her. The chiseled planes of his ass heaved under her hands, lighting her on fire more with each thrust.

  The hard length of his cock stretched her until she couldn’t silence her cries of bliss anymore. Each time he kissed her, she lost her head a little more, sinking into the moment, his arms, opening up the floodgates to something that bordered more on love than she wanted to think about.

  He trapped her hand to the bed, fingers meshed, and performed that slow pushup that drove her freakin’ crazy. Her pussy squeezed his cock as juices flooded him. The lights in his eyes stole her last remnant of control. In his stare, she felt powerless to hold back with him.

  Tomorrow she could find her balance again. Their wedding had been nothing short of magical. Tonight was magical.

  She cupped his jaw and kissed him. He thrust faster. She swore she felt his cock swelling inside her, stretching her even more. The dark tremble low in her belly washed out like the tide, and she tipped over the ledge into a sea of bliss.

  A low growl rumbled against her lips. Then he threw his head back and shouted his release. Hot pumps of cum warmed her as her body contracted again and again with her own ecstasy. Passion flooded in on the heels of that, a tidal wave too big to ignore.

  She yanked him into a kiss. Their tongues battled with each other’s or maybe they battled with their own wills as they tried not to lose themselves to believing this union was something it wasn’t.

  Still, a tear of happiness beaded at the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t brush it away before it trickled down her temple to dampen her hair. Aidan, still pumping in and out of her through the last vestiges of his orgasm, released his hold on her to cup her face.