Wild West Promise

by C. R. Moss

  She smoothed her hands over his. Soft and supple they were not. Kent’s palms and fingers held weathered signs of a man who worked the land. She wanted them touching her, all over her body. She wanted the hard cock pressing against her back out of his jeans and sliding in and out of her pussy. Squeezing his hands sent his lips against her ear followed by a sweet lingering kiss.

  “Maggie…I can’t give you what you probably want…a relationship…but I can give you what you need.”

  Still snug in his arms, she half turned. “How do you know what I want?”

  “Doesn’t every woman want more than one moment? I’m really starting to like you, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. Thing is, I’m not a relationship kinda guy.”

  Honestly, she didn’t want or need forever, especially after the way she’d been treated in her marriage and put through hell five years ago during her divorce. On top of that, she’d endured one disastrous affair after another when she entered the dating world. She just wanted right now. The urge to feel desired, revered and break her multi-month dry spell propelled her. The warmth running through her body intensified at the thought of him making love to her.

  Finishing the turn, she faced him. “I promise the only concern on my mind, my only want today, is to have you screaming my name with passion within the hour.” The truth in her words made her pulse pound so quickly and thoroughly that the vibrations moved through her neck in droves.

  His beautiful chocolate gaze bore into hers. He pressed their bodies together tighter. “Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you, Mags.”

  “Kent, I’m a big girl. I have lots of dating experiences on my resume. Believe me, I truly appreciate your concern, but if I didn’t think I could handle something short and sweet between us, I wouldn’t be here right now.” She reached up, flicked off his hat and ran her fingers through his thick hair. The locks’ softness surprised her. Such a contradiction. Rugged, work-worn man. Luxurious hair. Who knew?

  “Darlin’, you’re like no woman I’ve ever known.”

  His voice rolled from him like the rumble of distant thunder and reverberated through her, enflaming her desire for him even more. Offering a sexy smile, she ran the tip of her finger along his stubbled jaw line. “Your life is here. Mine, for the most part, is in Philadelphia. Just as you can’t guarantee me anything, I can’t with you either. Except to give you my all in the moments of time we do have with each other.”

  Tired of words and idle chatter, she palmed the sides of his head and locked her lips with his. At first, she sensed a harnessed control from him, but as she coaxed her mouth and then her tongue over his, his restraint faltered. His lips seduced hers with a ravishing need, kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She pushed the fact that there wouldn’t be one from her mind and met his searching tongue with her own.

  His hard cock pulsated against her belly as his arms cradled her in a seductive cage. Any concerns she might have had about a fling with the cowboy crushed under the lust bursting forth inside her with enough power to disintegrate all worries.

  She wanted to touch and taste him everywhere. Twice. Three times. As many as it’d take to commit every luscious muscle, dip and curve to memory.

  When she thought the sheer sparks of ecstasy shifting through their kiss would ignite them into flames, she pulled away. “I want you. Now.”

  “Good. Cause I’m ready to scream your name. Just like you requested.” Kent removed her long-sleeved shirt then slipped his hand under the back of her tank top and tried to unhook her bra.

  “Wait.” Maggie grasped his arms, stopping his movements.

  “Don’t you mean more?” he whispered and then chuckled.

  She slid her hands toward his and directed them around to her breasts. “It hooks in the front.”

  “Oh, one of those.” His deft fingers unfastened the hooks and released her mounds into waiting hands. The firm warmth of his lips on her shoulder combined with the swirling movement of his tongue toward her breastbone made her groan deep in the throat.

  “Oh, Kent. More please.”

  “Your wish is my command, darlin’.” In a flash, he pulled her top off, shucked her bra to the side, and had her up into his arms.

  Kent carried her to the small bunk and laid her down. Desire and lust unfurled in her as he held her close and nuzzled the valley between her tits, licking and nipping at the delicate area. When he reached for her ponytail and tightened his hand around it, she hummed louder. His lips ravaged hers again. She arched her back, brushing against him and giving herself up to the aphrodisiac of his touch and kiss.

  His hands explored her curves with possessive hunger, moving ever so gently across her hardened nipples. Warmth pulsated through her, sent her pulse racing, and narrowed her focus until all she could think of was him filling her with his cock.

  Maggie pushed his hands to the snap of her jeans. “Take them off now. Please!”

  “My, my. Slow and easy, darlin’.” Kent’s harsh, lust filled voice and sultry laughter flowed over her. “But then…” With a wicked grin, he unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs. Seconds later, he ripped off her panties and touched the soft wiry hairs at the junction of her thighs.

  Passion overriding logic, she didn’t care that he tore her underwear, she just wanted him. Kent slipped his fingers into her canal. On a whimper, she closed her eyes, reveling in how his skillful fingers stroked and glided amongst her nether lips. The moment his thumb circled and massaged her clit, everything inside her clenched with excitement and desperate need.

  “You are so wet. Mmm…”

  His words were the heroin she needed, shooting her up with more desire and heightening all her senses beyond belief. Colors became crisper. She breathed in his scents of leather and earth and smelled the spicy undertones of his aftershave. Her fingers tingled against his starchy shirt and rough jeans. Everywhere he touched her, zings of electricity bolted through her. She stared up at him.

  Light blazed in his eyes, then grew dark and hypnotizing with pleasure. “Maggie, darlin’, you’re fucking me with your gaze.”

  Enough with foreplay. She didn’t want to wait any longer, nor be the only one in a birthday suit. “I do believe we need to get you out of those clothes, cowboy.”

  A sexy, deep laugh filled the space between them. “We? No baby, you.”

  No need for you to ask twice.

  Maggie pushed him off her and had him stand. She stripped off his shirt and removed his boots in seconds.

  “Would have thought you to unwrap me slow and seductive like.”

  Laughing, she shook her head. “Not this time, handsome.” She finished undressing him in seconds, discarding his chaps and jeans in one seemingly simultaneous movement.

  Her breath caught at the sight of Kent nude. Beautiful didn’t do him justice. Every mark and crevice of his body magnified the meaning of outstanding. No fat filled bulk on him. He was all fit and thick muscle. Flat stomach. A light, thin coating of salt and pepper hair sprinkled his chest and trailed down to a make a halo around his cock. So different from the other older men I’ve seen. Awed by his palatable, designed-for-pleasure masculine form, she dropped onto the bunk and swallowed hard before she drooled on herself.

  “You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a horse at a show. Guess you like what you see,” he stated, not acting the least bit uncomfortable being on display.

  “Sure do.” Maggie stretched out an arm and traced a scar along the side of his body from his rib cage to his hip.

  “Lay down,” he ordered.

  Her heart jumped at his bold command, his take-charge attitude. She did as requested.

  He settled his body over hers, and her nipples and pussy ached for him. Kent pinched her areolas until the tips of her tits throbbed. She sighed heavily, basking in the way he dominated her body.

  The taut curves of his muscles sent her need into desperation. She pulled his head down and slanted her lips over his, waiting less than a second befo
re thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

  Squeezing her waist, he rumbled an appreciative murmur at her action and sucked on her tongue. A monsoon of moisture flooded the throbbing spot between her legs.

  He pulled away.

  “What are you doing?” She wound her fingers tighter in his hair. On the cusp of begging, she demanded, “Fuck me. Nice and hard.”

  “I’ll give the commands here, Maggie darlin’.” He forced her hands from his head. “Open your legs wide.” Just to be sure she’d obey him, he helped spread her thighs. “Nice.” Kent plucked a foil packet from a bin next to the bed, tore it open and sheathed himself with the condom. He lowered himself between her legs.

  His hot, thick, pulsating shaft rested against her inner thigh, teasing her with its proximity to where she really wanted it located. He reached down between her legs and delivered a finger inside her. Pleasure flashed deep in her core. Maggie arched her back, appreciating his gestures and welcoming his skilled touch.

  A cry dangling on her lips pushed to the forefront when Kent closed his mouth over her nipple. Between his finger plunging in and out of her, and his sucking on her hard nub, starbursts of sensation flashed through her. She screamed his name.

  “Thought I was supposed to shout your name.” Kent chuckled and grasped her hips. “Ready for me, darlin’?”

  She managed a nod.

  Kent positioned the head of his cock at her opening and in a fluid motion slid himself in to his hilt. She breathed in a stream of air, rocking in time with his motions.

  Over her gasps and moans he whispered in her fogged head, “Come for me again, you beautiful Irish woman.”

  His wish was her command.

  She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Thick and long, his cock stretched her to new limits. Sweat beaded in every crevice of her body as he fucked her center. He brushed her face and smoothed the damp hair away. His hip motions increased, faster and harder. Reciprocating, her body and senses climbed in a sexual frenzy.

  “Don’t hold back, Mags,” his authoritative tone rumbled above her.

  His words sent her body spiraling. She purred, dug her nails into his back and scraped them down to his ass. Palming his firm butt cheeks, she growled his name. “Oh, Kent.”

  “That’s it. Come for me.”

  Her pussy contracted and colored sparks lit in a firework display on the backs of her eyelids. For a moment, she lost her breath, and the world went black. Slow and steady, she returned from the small death, realizing she’d never had an orgasm blow her mind like that in her life. “Holy cow, Kent. Where have you been my whole life? Wow.” Her quiet words barely registered in her own ears.

  With ragged breaths, Kent pulled out and kissed her throat. “Glad you liked it. And to answer your question, here in Nevada.”

  Nevada? What? When she realized he no longer sat within her and had inched away, she gripped a shoulder. “Wait. Don’t stop,” Maggie begged.

  “Darlin’, I’m not about to stop. I’ve just gotten started with you.” He offered a mischievous smirk and slid down her body. His mouth descended between her legs.

  Kent’s tongue swirled around her clit. She clenched her toes. Then without warning, his tongue probed her pussy, and he reached up and kneaded her breasts. Powerful hands squeezed her nipples with Kent finesse. He pinched harder as he licked and sucked her clit, knocking the breath out of her.

  Under the double assault of her body, sweet pain gathered and spun within her like a tornado.

  Once more, he brought her to the edge of ecstasy. Her fingers clenched his arms. Her body writhed underneath his mouth. The mounting storm peaked. Before she could cry out, his mouth disappeared from her pussy, and he slammed his cock into her.

  “That’s it, Kent. Harder. Faster.”

  He pumped his hips, burying himself deep into her body.

  “How’s that?” he asked in a husky, breathless voice. “Come for me. Again. Now.”

  Like a fine tuned engine, she obeyed. Sensual ripples waved through her from her core to the tips of her extremities. Her body tightened then relaxed. A moment later, Kent mirrored her actions and collapsed on top of her. He tucked himself next to her on the small bunk.

  Content and exhausted, she snuggled in his arms. No other lover, including her husband, had ever been so thorough with her, made sure she reached pinnacles of pleasure over and over before he had. She hated long distance liaisons, had vowed to never change her life around for a man ever again, but for him, she’d find a way to make a cross-country relationship work. That is, if he’s up for it.

  Deciding she’d worry later about a plan to be with her wrangler, Maggie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Kent woke with Maggie’s mouth around his cock. He lay there in silence, enjoying the caress of her lips stroking his length and the moist heat of her tongue lapping the rim and slit. Her gorgeous shock of red hair swayed, the ends of the ponytail tickling his abdomen, as her head bobbed up and down. She engulfed him as far as she could.

  Sucking in a stream of air, he reached out and settled his hand on the side of her head, rubbing his thumb behind her ear. Maggie repeated a couple of the movements, varying the intensity of her mouth’s activity. Wild need bucked through him. He wanted to claim her, brand her, make sure she was his even if there was a possibility of never seeing her again.

  “Darlin’,” his voice rasped out on a fast breath. “You sure do know how to treat a man right, but you may want to take advantage of the situation before it’s too late.”

  Maggie drew off his cock and glanced at him. “Yeah?”

  Her whisky filled voice sent a bolt of heat through his groin. Unable to form another coherent thought, he nodded.

  She repositioned herself onto all fours, hovering mere inches over his body. Leaning forward with a sexy grin, she brushed the pebbled nipples of her breasts along his chest and retrieved a packet out of the box like he’d done earlier. He closed his eyes for a moment as delightful quivers streaked down his torso. Maggie sat back. The hairs above the pleasure center of her pussy wisped along the sensitive skin of his engorged shaft. She ripped the package open and dressed his cock in protection.

  Rising up on her knees, she placed the head of his penis at her entrance. “Ready for me?”

  “As I’ll ever be.” Anticipating what was to come, he held his breath and his greedy cock jerked.

  Maggie eased down onto him, grasped his thighs behind her and tossed her head back. Slow and steady she rocked. Her hot tunnel clutched and released him, and her breasts rose and fell in time with her uneven breaths.

  One hand on her knee, he drew the other up the side of her body, grazing her skin with the tips of his fingers. He scraped a palm over her breast, then cupped the weight and circled his thumb upon her hardened nub. Her hips picked up their cadence, and he matched her thrusts.

  Stroke after sensuous stroke her pussy milked him, stoking the fire in his body to a raging inferno. Everything in his world zeroed in and focused on their connection. He grabbed her hips to make sure she continued to encase him. Though aching with the need to release, he tensed, fought back the spasms taking shape in his groin and waited for her to climax.

  The muscles beneath his touch tensed. She gulped air. “Oh. God. Kent. I don’t know.” Maggie gasped again. “I don’t know…how much more…I can take.”

  Kent slid a hand along her front, then fingered the spot where her canal met his dick. “You can do it. Let yourself go. Come for me, darlin’.” Keeping his hand in place, he plunged into her a few more times.

  “Oh, God!” Her whole body stiffened and trembled.

  With one last pump into her, he lost his bound control, tumbled over his edge of pleasure and bellowed her name. Birds outside their love den squawked and flapped their wings.

  She collapsed on top of him. Kent embraced her, adoring the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. He loved how she smelled of him, their lovemaking, and
an undertone of her fruit-scented shampoo. Kissing the top of her head, he cinched her tighter.

  What a woman. No qualms or shyness about flaunting her curvaceous body in front of him. She’d seared him with her own brand of beauty, wit and uninhibited intimacy. And now that’d she’d come into his life like a dust devil, turning his world around, how the hell was he supposed to let her go?

  She stirred and propped herself up on an arm. Playing with his fine chest hairs, she gazed into his eyes.

  “How’s your thumb?”

  Maggie peeked at the injured digit. “Not bothering me a bit anymore. Almost forgot that I’d poked it. Which reminds me, and please don’t laugh, but I have a slight, um, gift shall we say, and a voice told me danger is coming. It wasn’t specific as to the timing, but it did say not during my visit. I think if you guys know of a priest or priestess or shaman or something, you’ll want to call them in to bless the cemetery as soon as possible.”

  “All right.”

  “You’re not weirded out or anything? It doesn’t shock you that I sensed and heard something down there?”

  “Nope. Seen and heard a lot on this ranch. Nothing surprises me anymore. I know the perfect person to take care of the matter. His name is Kane. He’s gonna be a shaman soon.”

  “Good. That takes a load off my mind. I’m famished. You?”

  “I could eat. Go grab the saddle bags over there.” He jutted his chin at the pile near the door.

  Maggie hurried to do his bidding. He yanked the blanket off the bunk and spread it on the ground. Upon her return, she sat, placing the bags between them.

  He pulled out a hot-cold container and from it a bright red strawberry. “Open your mouth.” When she did, he fed her the piece of fruit.

  “Mmm.” She swallowed. “Juicy. Could I have another?”

  Kent placed another berry on her tongue. “So, Mags. I know you were married. No kids. You’re a nurse but work more in administration now than in direct patient care. And, like me, some would say you immerse yourself in your job, too.”