Baby-Daddy Cowboy

by Vicki Lewis Thompson, Stephanie Bond

  “Yes, ma’am.” With a sigh of gratitude, he took what she offered, closing his lips over the pebbled tip and drawing it in, rolling it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

  She dragged in a breath. “More.”

  Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked gently as tension built behind his fly.

  Her thigh muscles tightened. “Mm…feels…nice.” Her breath hitched. ”Please keep…doing that.”

  Judging from her rapid breathing, he might be able to make her come. Wild. That hadn’t been his goal, but it was, now. Heart pounding, he sucked harder. She moaned, pushing the damp seam of her jeans against his abs. He pushed back as he rhythmically squeezed her firm little bottom.

  His cock swelled, wanting in on the action. His boys ached in protest.

  “Can’t… believe this.” She gulped for air. “I’ve never…CJ…I’m…this is…crazy.” And she came, muting her cries as she trembled in the grip of her climax.

  He damn near joined her. Fighting the urge, he reestablished control. Slowly releasing her breast, he kissed her damp skin as she gulped for air.

  He’d loved this barn from day one. Never brought a lady friend here, though. Tonight it was the right choice. Great place to fool around, distract Izzy from her worries… and maybe coax her to fall for a cowboy.

  Chapter Eighteen

  CJ supported Isabel’s weight as if holding her was no big deal, but he had to be getting tired. She finally had enough breath to speak without gasping. “That was awesome. You can put me down, though.”

  “Was it amazing?”

  “Sure was.” She dragged in more air. “Please put me down.”

  “I don’t wanna.”

  “Your arms must be ready to fall off.”

  “Nah. I trained for this.”

  “For tack-room sex?”

  “For whenever weight-lifting is required. Turned out it came in handy tonight. Since I can bench-press two-fifty, I—”

  “Hey, I don’t weigh that much!”

  “Agreed. That’s why I can easily hold your feather-light self for hours, but since we need a change of position for the next round—”

  “Next round? Here?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Afraid I can’t wait until we get back to the cabin.”

  That comment made her shiver with anticipation. Nothing like a desperate CJ to fire her up.

  “Izzy? You cold?”

  “No. Excited.”

  “I like hearing that. Let me find you a nice spot.” He carried her over to one of the sawhorses and perched her sideways on a saddle.

  She grabbed the saddle horn and the curved back part…the…oh, yeah. Pommel. “Whose is this?”

  “Basically mine.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “It fits Sundance and he’s the horse I ride most of the time.” He untied her gym shoes and took them off, along with her socks.

  A simple gesture. Yet the care he took was typical CJ. “I could’ve taken off—”

  “I wanted to. I like undressing you. Gives me an excuse to touch you.” He held her foot in both hands and stroked the sole with his thumbs.

  “Mm.”

  “Like that?”

  “I like it all. You have great hands.”

  Leaning down, he ran his tongue between her toes. “Think I could make you come playing with your feet?”

  The suggestion sent a ripple through her core. “I…maybe. Pregnancy seems to have turned my whole body into an erogenous zone.”

  “Can’t wait to test that theory.” He stood. “Let’s get you out of those jeans.”

  “I’ll stand up.” She started to slide off the saddle.

  He stopped her mid-slide his hands spanning her waist. “Not letting your bare tootsies touch this dusty floor.”

  “Then hold me right here.” While he kept her in mid-air, she unfastened her jeans and shoved them, along with her panties, over her hips.

  “Perfect.” He lowered her back to the saddle.

  The smooth leather under her bare bottom was sensual as hell. His commonplace suggestion of let’s take a walk had turned into an erotic adventure.

  He tugged off her jeans and panties and left to put them…somewhere. Shadows obscured most of the room’s details. Shedding inhibitions was easy in a dark room filled by the scent of oiled leather and an aroused CJ.

  The rustle of denim, a boot heel hitting the wooden floor and then another told her he was taking off the rest of his clothes. The rasp of a zipper was followed by a quickly stifled groan.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Worth it.” A floorboard creaked as he returned to her. “Worth every aching second to discover another way to make you come.” His indistinct form became more defined as he drew closer.

  Oh, yes, his manly bits were amazing. Heat sluiced through her. No wonder he’d given her a child. Virility like his would not be denied.

  “Never tried this before.” His breath hitched. “Guess you inspire me, Izzy. Grab hold of that saddle.” He stepped between her knees and cradled her hips in his large hands. His cock easily found its way to the entrance of her snug channel. “Stop me if something…if it doesn’t feel right.”

  Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as the intense friction set off tiny explosions, early storm warnings of the tempest that would soon sweep her away. The sensation of being filled stole her breath. “Feels…great.”

  He eased forward. “I want to be careful. Careful of our baby.”

  “She’s fine.”

  He paused. “She?”

  Had she said that? “Oh. I—”

  “We’re having a little girl?” Wonder laced his words. “I thought you didn’t—”

  “It’s only a feeling.”

  “That counts.” His breathing roughened as he tightened his hold and sank all the way in. He muttered in frustration. “Hold still. Very still.”

  Gripping the saddle, she worked to calm her eager body. The first spasm arrived, anyway.

  His breath hissed through his clenched teeth.

  “Sorry. Can’t help it.”

  “Me, either. So good.” He gasped again. “Hang on.” He drew back and thrust home. “Next time…we’ll take longer…make it last…”

  She gulped. “Just love me.”

  “Yes…ma’am…” He held her steady and stroked faster.

  Her core tightened. “Now, CJ…now.” Her world exploded. Somehow she kept from yelling as wave after wave crashed over her.

  He kept going, his rapid thrusts intensifying the pleasure, his voice hoarse as he called her name. At last he took what he needed, shuddering and gasping as the steady pulse of his climax created a last intimate caress.

  Closing her eyes, she savored the energy of this vibrant man, his cock buried deep in her body, his muscled pecs heaving inches from her breasts, his warm breath teasing her nipples. His magnetic personality had pulled her in from the moment his gaze had locked with hers on a cool April evening eight weeks ago.

  A connection that hot should have cooled just as quickly, right? Instead, their passion burned with a white-hot flame, melting the barriers between them, incinerating common sense. When he made love to her, she never wanted him to stop.

  Leaning forward, he landed a kiss on her nose, chuckled and recalibrated, settling his mouth over hers. His supple lips delivered a relaxed kiss rich with shared satisfaction.

  He hummed low in his throat and lifted his head. “That was the best yet.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Holding her steady, he eased his cock free. “At the risk of sounding boring, I suggest we take this program back to the cabin and a soft bed.”

  “Doesn’t sound boring to me.”

  “Good. Will you be okay for a sec while I fetch your clothes?”

  “Sure.”

  He returned with her shirt and bra over his shoulder and her jeans and panties in his hands. Putting them on was easier than taking them off. She used the saddle horn and pommel to lift away from the saddle while he slid on h
er panties and then her jeans. Once he’d put on her socks and shoes, she could stand and get her jeans zipped and buttoned herself.

  But he insisted on helping her with her bra. Slipping the straps over her shoulders, he reached behind her and fastened the catch. “I might be developing an obsession with your breasts.”

  “Fine with me.”

  He traced the top edge of a lace cup that was no longer adequate to the job. “That’s abundance, right there.” With a sigh, he backed away. “So tempting. But it’s getting late. Pregnant ladies need their sleep.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Read it, and Sarah told me, too.” He quickly pulled on his clothes. “When she was pregnant with Amy, she needed lots of sleep. I don’t want to wear you out.”

  “I’m okay.” She swallowed a yawn. And smothered a second one.

  CJ was intent on getting dressed, thank goodness. He was just the type to call a halt to their activities if he caught her yawning. Sleep was the last thing on her mind as they walked through the cool night toward her cabin.

  “I hope you’re right that we’ll have a girl.” He laced his fingers through hers. “I’d be excited about a boy, too, but I was really taken with little Amy.”

  “I’d be happy with either, too, but for some reason I think this baby’s a girl.”

  “Sure you don’t want to find out beforehand?”

  She hesitated. “I’ll think about it some more.” His eagerness pushed her in that direction. She loved putting a sparkle in his gray eyes. Except…oh, yeah. She wouldn’t see his reaction to the news unless he moved to Seattle.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Izzy was done in. CJ had caught her smothering a yawn twice on the way back to the cabin. When they arrived, she grabbed what looked like a nightgown from a drawer and disappeared into the bathroom.

  He used the time to finish clearing the table. After closing the curtains over the front window, he doused all the lights except a lamp beside the bed.

  Then he began stripping down, but not so he could seduce her. She needed sleep more than lovemaking. He’d convince her of that.

  He’d ditched his shirt, boots and socks by the time she came out wearing a filmy little black number with a plunging neckline and a hem that stopped several inches above her knees. No fair. His package immediately took note of her outfit and responded with enthusiasm.

  She made a slow turn. “Like it?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He cleared the hoarseness from his throat. “But when you arrived, you said we shouldn’t have sex. Why’d you pack that?”

  She had the decency to blush. “I almost didn’t. But—”

  “You were secretly hoping I’d change your mind?” He walked toward her. “And then you’d have this to wear for me?”

  “Probably. Oh, CJ, I was in such a state when I packed to come here asking myself should we? Shouldn’t we? This nightgown went in last. I took it out a dozen times. In the end, it made the trip. On the flight here, I came to a decision—sex would be a mistake.”

  “Yet here we are.” He reached out and drew her, seductive outfit and all, into his arms. “When did you get this?”

  “About a year ago, after a breakup. I promised myself that someday I’d find a man who would appreciate it. And me.”

  “Did you?” If she’d worn this for someone else…

  “I did.”

  He held his breath.

  She gazed up at him. “That man is you.”

  “Damn, Izzy.” He pulled her in tight. “I’d planned to suggest we get some sleep.”

  “And let this nightgown go to waste on its first outing?”

  “You’ve been yawning like crazy.” The silky material rubbed against his bare chest. It shifted over her cleavage. If he reached beneath that material, he’d—

  “Please make love to me while I’m wearing this. That’s all I ask.”

  “You want to leave it on?”

  “Yes. It’s part of my fantasy. Blind with lust, you won’t bother to take it off, just shove it aside and ravish me.”

  “Ravish you? I can’t be rough, Iz. The baby—”

  “You don’t have to be rough.” Wiggling out of his arms, she moved over to the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in. “Just slightly…untamed.”

  “Untamed.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not sure what—”

  “Aren’t you the guy who made love to me while I sat naked on your saddle?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Take off your jeans, cowboy.” She stretched out on her side and her breast threatened to slip free of the nightgown’s minimal restraint. “Come ravish me.”

  A switch flipped. The concerned father-to-be stepped aside to make way for the primitive mate she craved. Dispensing with his jeans and briefs, he crawled into bed fully aroused and focused. Didn’t take much to awaken those instincts.

  From the beginning, she’d had forever written all over her. One night stand? A wedding weekend fling? Bull. She was the woman he’d waited for and he was the man she needed. The baby they’d conceived proved it.

  A hand at her shoulder, her pushed her to her back—not shoving, just taking charge. Moving over her, he yanked down the top of her outfit, exposing her lush breasts. And oh, how he feasted, satisfying the needs of his hungry mouth with nipping, licking and sucking all that bounty until she writhed and panted beneath him.

  Bunching the nightgown at her waist, he reached between her thighs and made her come, and come hard. She was still in the grip of her orgasm when he plunged his cock into her undulating channel.

  Bending her knees back, he created a rhythm and an angle guaranteed to make her come again. When she did, he slowed the pace, settled onto his braced forearms, and took stock.

  Her nightgown had become no more than a sash gathered at her waist. Technically she still wore it, but it was useless as a covering.

  Flushed and breathless, she met his gaze.

  He continued to stroke as her body gradually quieted. “Ravished, yet?”

  Her breath hitched. “Thoroughly.”

  “That was fun.” He smiled. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” He glanced at the wadded-up material. “Unless I’ve ruined your—”

  “It’s sturdy material.”

  “Good, because I like it.”

  “You didn’t come.”

  “Not yet. I had to finish the ravishing. Takes concentration.”

  “You did a great job.”

  “Figured that. You made a lot of noise.”

  “Did I?”

  “Seemed like a good sign that you were loud. FYI, I won’t hold you to any of those promises you made.”

  “Promises?”

  “When you were coming the first time. And the second, too, now that I think about it. You promised to have sex with me whenever and wherever I wanted.”

  “You’re making that up.”

  “Like I said, I won’t hold you to it.”

  She stroked his sweaty back and slid her hands down to his glutes. “You can for the next three days.”

  Sobering. Three days wasn’t much time. “Then I will.” Leaning down, he kissed her to seal the deal. But lots of sex might not be enough to persuade her he was the one. He’d have to come up with more than that.

  For now, he’d work with what he had. Disengaging from her sweet body, he grabbed a pillow from the far side of the bed. “Lift your hips.” He tucked the pillow under her and returned his needy cock to its happy place.

  Her breath caught. “Nice.”

  “I hoped you’d like it. You’re welcome to grab my ass again.”

  She took him up on that suggestion. “Turns me on to feel your muscles working.”

  “Good.” His gaze locked with hers as he moved deliberately, stroking her G-spot, making each thrust count. “Ravishing’s over.”

  “I know.” Her voice was soft. “We’re making love.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He kept the pace steady, letting her cat
ch up while he held back.

  Then she was there. Her eyes darkened and her fingers dug in, pulling him deeper, rising to meet him, gasping his name. Sweet, sweet sound.

  When she cried out, he buried his cock to the hilt in her quivering channel and let go. His ears rang as the pulsing of his release merged with hers.

  Beautiful.

  Chapter Twenty

  Isabel woke when the door to her cabin clicked shut. She jumped out of bed, the black nightgown still wrapped around her waist. Couldn’t go to the door like that.

  As she wrestled with the slippery material, CJ crossed the porch and descended the steps, his footsteps light for such a big guy. She hurried to the window and moved the curtain to peek out. Maybe he’d look back and she could get his attention.

  Nope. His ground-eating strides took him rapidly away from her. He followed the curve of the access road. Gone.

  With a sigh of regret, she let go of the curtain, pulled off her nightgown and headed for the shower. He must have taken great care not to wake her when he’d left the bed and dressed. Evidently he valued her sleep over telling her goodbye.

  Next time she saw him she’d let him know she preferred a goodbye, and maybe a kiss to go with it. His choice was understandable after Sarah had advised him about the sleep needs of pregnant women. But this situation wasn’t anything like Sarah and John’s. They lived together and saw each other constantly.

  She and CJ had to create a plan for getting together. Because he’d left without waking her, they didn’t have one. What was his work schedule? When was his lunch hour? Did he get breaks during…wait, what was she doing?

  Swearing softly, she derailed the crazy train and stepped under the welcome spray of a hot shower. Her frantic desire to see him didn’t bode well for her long-distance parenting decision. She needed to calm the hell down.

  Besides, he hadn’t hopped a plane to Paris. He lived on this ranch. He had a cell phone. She had one, too. They could discuss the day’s activities via text.

  And speaking of her cell phone, she might want to charge it because—guess what?—she had a roaster issue going on in Seattle. Why hadn’t she focused on that first thing this morning?