When Petals Fall: A Cowboy, Second Chance Romantic Suspense (Chance Creek Book 1)

by A. L. Mercier

  "Okay, Cowboy, what do you say we start with your hat?" She took off his hat and placed it in the chair in the corner of her room. Next came his shirt, revealing his sun-kissed muscled torso. She removed his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

  "Well, well. What have we here?" Lizzie trailed a teasing finger along the length of his denim-clad erection. She smiled when he groaned. She reached down to pull off his boots and he obligingly helped her. After she took off his socks, then his jeans and boxers. She stepped back to take a good look at the man standing before her.

  He was sexy. Sinfully so. His rich brown hair just a bit too long so that it curled at the ends. His eyes a deep chocolate brown that reflected amusement and lust. She took in his broad shoulders and his large muscular arms. Her gaze drifted to his stomach where his muscles rippled, then lower. The long hard length of his cock had her thinking of him moving inside her, in and out, stretching her to the limit with exquisite pleasure. She licked her lips and wetness seeped through her panties. She wanted to tease him, taste him, to pleasure him.

  "I'm not sure what you're thinking, baby, but from the look on your face I'm interested."

  No, she wasn't going to share. He didn't need his ego stroked. She would stroke other parts of him. But first—she turned and went to her dresser drawer. She rummaged through, searching, and quickly found the scarves. Anticipation and trepidation filled her. Would he really let her tie him up and have her wicked way with him? There was only one way to find out.

  When Lizzie turned, her breath caught at the sight before her. Jake lay on the bed, gloriously naked, his head pillowed on his hands. Eyes blazing with desire stared back at her, sending shivers up her spine. Her gaze drifted over his bulging biceps, then down to his pecs and six-pack abs, then further to his long, hard cock jutting up to rest on his lower abdomen.

  He was gorgeous, and right now, he was all hers.

  She walked to the bed and placed the silky scarves on his abdomen. She grabbed the first scarf and was about tie his right hand to the bed when he grabbed her wrist. She looked to his face and saw reluctance in his expression. Damn.

  "What is it?"

  The uncertainty turned to trust, then devilish. "Well, I don't think it's very fair that I'm completely naked and you're not."

  "You want me naked while I tie you up?"

  His, "Hell yes," was immediate.

  Alrighty then. "Just a little anxious there, Cowboy?"

  "You bet. I want to see you."

  She let the silk scarf drift down onto his abdomen with the others, reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "All of them, or some of them?"

  "That depends. Are you wearing panties that match that bra?"

  She laughed as she saw that his gaze was fixed on her breasts. She had worn her lavender bra and panty set because it made her feel sexy. And because she thought he'd like them. "Of course."

  Desire flared in his eyes. "In that case, leave the bra and panties on."

  "You got it, Cowboy." She reached down and unsnapped, then unzipped her jeans. She turned her back to him as she shimmied her hips back and forth while pulling the tight jeans down her body. She leaned forward at the waist to unbuckle her sandals, giving him an eyeful of her barely-covered-in-lace rear and she heard him groan. She smiled to herself as she slipped off the sandals and then her jeans.

  When she turned to face him, she noted his cock was thick, long, and hard, and she looked forward to all the pleasure it would give.

  She walked to the bed, picked the scarves up from where they lay across his stomach, then dragged one of them across his belly. The muscles rippled as the silk glided across his taut skin. Lizzie grabbed his left wrist and wrapped the scarf around it before tying the scarf securely to the bedpost.

  As she put in a double knot, Jake raised a questioning brow, one side of his mouth kicked up in a grin. "You don't have to worry, I won't try to get away.

  "I'm just making sure I'll be the one doing the touching." She feathered the second scarf across his abdomen, drawing another quiver out of his muscles, and began binding his left ankle. "The tasting." When she was satisfied, she moved to the right side of the bed, skimmed the third scarf across his abdomen and secured his right wrist. The final scarf she dragged across his groin, threading it beneath his cock, then wrapping it around the length, eliciting another harsh groan from him. She wound the scarf around his swollen shaft and heard him suck in a breath.

  She smiled. "You like that?"

  "Love it."

  His voice sounded shaky. Oh, she was really going to have fun tonight. After taking the final scarf from around his cock and securing his right foot to the bedpost, she looked at the magnificent specimen spread out before her. Lizzie wanted to bring him pleasure the way he always did for her. She climbed onto the bed between his legs and ran her hands up his muscular calves to his broad, hard thighs. She inched further up the bed. When she was straddling his lap, she looked at him. He was vulnerable. She could do anything she wanted to him and he couldn't do anything about it.

  She liked it.

  When she just sat there staring at him, he raised a brow and grinned at her. "Well? You've got me where you want me, now what are you going to do?"

  She smiled and pressed her fingertips over his nipples. "Oh, a little of this and a little of that." His nipples beaded under her touch and he grunted.

  She leaned forward. His breath caught as she pressed her lips to his chest before taking one hard nipple into her mouth. His arms flexed as if to reach for her, but the scarves stopped him. She flicked her tongue across the protruding flesh, his muscles flexed, inspiring her to gently bite it before paying the same homage to the other one. S

  he kissed her way up his body to his inviting lips. She kissed him long and deep, tongues thrusting, caressing, then retreating. Jake responded hotly, primitively, matching her move for move, demanding more by making a few moves of his own, slowly but surely challenging for and easily gaining back some of the control he had relinquished. She wasn't sure if he purposefully attempted the takeover or whether it just came instinctively, but she wasn't ready to give it up yet. She broke off the kiss, then scooted down a bit. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently squeezed before stroking it slowly. His hips bucked in demand for more. She smiled, met his gaze, and shook her head as she continued the slow torturous pace.

  "You're driving me crazy. "

  "That's the idea, Cowboy. Do you like it?"

  "Yes. "

  "Do you want more?" His arms and legs jerked against the restraints. "Oh, yeah. "

  "How?"

  "Harder. "

  She accommodated his request by squeezing his cock harder. "Like that?"

  He let out a harsh sound of approval. "Just like that."

  She freed one hand from his throbbing erection and cupped his balls in her hands. He grunted and thrust his hips upward, his cock sliding through her hand. "I need more, baby. " She continued to stroke his shaft in the same slow leisurely pace, teasing, and his hips bucked again. "Faster, Lizzie. Stroke me harder and faster."

  "I don't think so. Why don't we try this instead?" She slid down his body to straddle one of his legs, and then leaned forward to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and then dipped it into the slit at the tip before taking as much of his length into the warm recess of her mouth as she could. Breath hissed between his teeth as she worked her lips and tongue up and down his pulsing cock while she fondled his balls with her hand. She liked that he was a noisy lover. He let her know she was bringing him pleasure through his grunts, groans, and sometimes with words that would make a sailor blush.

  "Damn Lizzie, I'm gonna come if you don't stop. "

  She had no intention of stopping, she wanted him to lose control again and again and again and she was going to be the one to make him lose it. She sucked on the upstroke then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock to savor the salty taste building the
re. He rasped out a harsh expletive.

  She was in desperate need of relief. She was hot and wet between her legs, her breasts ached, but she wanted to see how high she could push him. She rested her hands on his thighs, then rubbed her pussy against his knee. He murmured what sounded like approval, but she was too wrapped up in giving him pleasure and seeking her own to make out the words. His thigh muscles tightened under her hands and she knew he was close.

  "Lizzie, either you stop now, or…"

  She didn't give him time to complete the sentence, just made the statement a moot point. She grazed his shaft with her teeth on the upstroke, then took him deep in her throat, working him thoroughly until he roared out his climax. She swallowed him deeper. The first spurt of his come hit the back of her throat, and he growled long and low. His hips bucked as each spurt of his cum released into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, enjoying the fact that she could bring him this much pleasure. She licked his shaft clean and continued to suck him gently, keeping him from getting soft, though he didn't need any encouragement, his cock was still pleasantly erect.

  "I can't imagine how you're still so hard." She took his cock into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  "You do that to me." He said in a husky tone. "Are you wet, Lizzie?" She blushed a little and he laughed. "How you can blush after all we've done to one another is beyond me."

  "Stop it."

  "Well, are you? You know normally I'd touch you to see how much you wanted me, but I'm a little tied up at the moment. Literally."

  "Yes."

  "Show me."

  "What?"

  "I can smell you. I want to see if you're as wet as you smell. Take off your panties and show me."

  She stood up then drew the panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

  "Now, straddle my chest, baby. Yeah, just like that. God, you're so wet," he added as her center brushed against his chest.

  "Move up, baby. You can do whatever you want, however you want. I'm just going to taste you and watch you as you come."

  She sank down onto his mouth, whimpering at the first pass of his tongue on her throbbing flesh, needing more, wanting more, and taking it. She rubbed herself against his tongue, the rasp of his whiskers adding an element of pleasure to the already overly arousing sensations flowing through her.

  "Oh, Jake."

  "Mmm." Her hips moved faster and faster against his mouth, his tongue, his face, and she knew she was going to come soon and embarrass herself.

  There were times when she had difficulty reaching climax, but she always climaxed too quickly when he went down on her. She always gave too much of herself in the act. He sucked her clit between his lips, and she cried out and bucked against his face. He released her clit before he flicked his tongue across it. His tongue thrust inside her over and over and she ground herself down, her sensitive flesh rasping in pleasure and pain across the whiskers covering his upper lip, luring her closer to the edge. She ground her hips, once more, then twice before she screamed out in pleasure. Jake continued to thrust his tongue inside her as she rubbed her throbbing clit against his face prolonging the orgasm until she thought it would never end.

  When she finally came back to herself, she looked at her lover and smiled at the smug look of satisfaction she saw there. She slid down his body and they groaned aloud in unison as she took his long hard shaft into her hot sheath. He filled her, stretched her, alleviating her ache, yet she wanted something…she paused.

  "What is it, baby?" He was so in tune to her every need that it humbled her. Yet she was a bit embarrassed to ask for what she wanted. "Tell me. You know you can tell me anything."

  "Okay." She bit her lip. "I want to try something different."

  His face held no ridicule or recrimination, but it did have an intriguing amount of enthusiasm. "Really? Like what?"

  She laughed in relief. She should have known Jake would never make her feel stupid for any reason. "Well, I read this article about different positions to try, and there was one that looked really interesting."

  "What do we have to do?"

  Just like that. She smiled at his willingness to experiment. "Well, I'll have to untie you, at least your feet." She lifted herself off of his body and untied his feet. When she turned to face him, she saw his hands were free too. He had pretended to be bound to the bed for her. "You were free the whole time."

  "No. I could have been had I wanted to be, but I was happy right where I was."

  "Thank you."

  "No thanks needed, Darlin'. It was my pleasure. What's next?"

  "Okay, now, you'll need to sit up with your back braced against the headboard." He quickly accommodated her. "Perfect. Now, I'm going to straddle you the way I did before, just facing the other direction."

  "If you're facing the other way, how can I tell you're enjoying it?"

  "Oh, you'll be able to tell."

  He chuckled. "Is there a name for this position?"

  "I'm not sure."

  "Why don't we just call it Jake and Lizzie trying something new."

  "Works for me." She straddled his lap and he bent his knees slightly for her to rest her hands on. "Okay, you're going to have to help me here. If you can position… Yeah, just like that." He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  "You realize I can see everything from here?"

  "Me too."

  She slowly impaled herself on his shaft and inwardly sighed at how good he felt at this angle.

  "Damn, watching your body take mine inside you is hot."

  "Feels really good too."

  "What now?"

  "Whatever we want. This position is supposed to leave both partners completely open."

  "So, I can do whatever I want?"

  She hesitated, but only for a second. "Yes."

  "Anything?"

  "Yes." He reached up and untied one scarf from the bedpost, then grasped her wrists, bringing them behind her back to tie them.

  "Hey!" Lizzie exclaimed in protest.

  "Is this off limits?"

  She paused. "No. It's okay."

  "I left the knot loose, just in case. Okay?"

  She nodded.

  "Good." He clasped her hips in his hands and lifted her and then lowered her on his shaft. "You're so fucking tight, Lizzie. Your body grips mine like a hot wet glove. Push yourself up."

  She pushed herself up on her knees and then lowered herself on his shaft.

  "Yeah, just like that."

  He moved his fingers to the spot where they were joined, gathering the moisture there. She stiffened as his hand probed the crease of her ass.

  "Relax, baby. I won't ever hurt you. This'll feel good. I promise."

  She forced herself to relax as his finger touched the opening to her anus. When he pushed against the tight ring of muscle, she moaned at the bite of pain it brought her along with the pleasure.

  "See how good it feels?" He pushed harder so that the tip of his finger was inside her, stretching her, making her wonder what it would feel like if he were to press all the way inside her. He paused as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Let's experiment a little more and find out if you like more."

  The expression on his face held one of satisfaction and eagerness. He slowly pulled his finger out, then thrust in a little deeper, repeating the motion until he was all the way in. Then she started to move, raising and lowering herself on his cock and finger, enjoying the sensation of being filled, stretched, and loved by the man she who was becoming her everything.

  "Jake," she cried, and he lost control. Over and over he thrust his finger and cock, her body shuddering as she neared the peak, the sensations building at her core and spreading outward, until, inevitably, she exploded, her body shivering and shaking as the climax washed through her. He let out a hoarse cry, thrusting deeper, harder into her spasming channel as he too came, hard and long, drawing her orgasm out to lengths she wasn't sure she could withstand.

  When finally, mercifully,
she was satiated and replete, Lizzie collapsed against his thighs. Jake wrapped his arms around her, pulling her backwards and drawing her close to his chest, then turning them both onto their sides, his softening cock still nestled inside her quivering core. His chest rose and fell as rapidly as her own.

  When she began to drift, he kissed the back of her neck, and with a satisfied smile on her lips she gave in and fell asleep wrapped in his arms but not before hearing his whispered, "I love you."

  28

  Lizzie

  Lizzie woke up alone.

  She looked at the clock. Three a.m. Ugh. Too early to get up but no hope of going back to sleep either. Maybe some chamomile tea would help.

  Lizzie grabbed her satin robe from the chair next to the bed, pulled it on, and tightened the belt at her waist. The ache between her thighs brought back thoughts of her and Jake's earlier lovemaking session. She had started out in control, and once again Jake took over, binding her wrists, and making love to her thoroughly and completely. She thought about him using his fingers on her ass and felt her temperature notch up a few degrees.

  Lizzie made a quick stop in the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen to put the tea kettle on the stove.

  She walked easily through the darkness of the living room to stand at the big bay window that overlooked the Bar T. Everything always looked so peaceful at night. Brand's truck wasn't in the drive, which probably meant he'd hooked up with someone. She'd have to get the scoop tomorrow, especially since everyone knew he had the hots for her best friend.

  A rush of cold air washed over her, drawing forth a shiver. The nights always got cold in Wyoming, but where had the draft come from? An open window maybe. She followed the cold breeze to the front door, standing ajar. Jake must have forgotten that it took a good hard shove to get that door closed with the lock set.

  With a hard push, Lizzie closed the door and turned the lock. Arms crossed over her chest, she briskly rubbed her arms to ward off the chill, relieved to hear the tea kettle whistle in the kitchen. Tea would definitely warm her up.