"Ah, honey you baked,” Cord teased. “What's next—children?"
Both women briefly paused, quickly sharing glances before they continued to the table and set down the cake. Apparently he was unconscious of their hesitancy or the silence that followed because he said no more and eagerly began to devour his cake. The glow on Cait's face was gone as she took her seat. Even Tracy seemed a little peaked when she sat, placing her napkin back upon her lap.
As Dolan picked up his fork, he couldn't help but wonder, was Cait pregnant? How would his cousin feel about being a father? Would he want a child?
As steadfast bachelors, they had diligently practiced safe sex not only for health reasons, but to protect themselves from an unwanted pregnancy. Had marriage changed Cord's thoughts on children? Would he welcome a child into his life?
Dolan's gaze fell on Tracy as she took a bite of her dessert. Damn. She was beautiful. What would she look like heavy with his child? A tremor raked his spine. Lord. Where did that thought come from?
She caught him staring, “What?"
He set his fork down and placed his hand over hers, squeezing gently. “Ready to go?” He couldn't wait to get her home. Tonight she was all his.
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Uh.” She looked from Cait to Cord. Grabbing her napkin from her lap, she placed it on her plate and started to push away from the table. “Yes. I guess if you are."
Cait's fork dropped against her plate, making a sharp sound. “Dolan, it's still early. Please stay a little longer. Besides you've barely touched your cake.” Cord eased back in his chair, a roguish grin on his face. He knew exactly why Dolan wanted to leave.
Tonight's dessert was standing next to him. He looped his arm around Tracy and felt her tense. “I know, but we both have to work tomorrow.” Grasping ahold of his Stetson, he took it off the back of the chair and squared it on his head.
Tracy faced Cait. “I'm so sorry for not helping with the dishes."
"No worry,” Cord interjected, standing to pull out his wife's chair as she stood. “I'll help her.” He slapped her on the ass and she jumped.
The women chatted as they walked toward the door, while Cord and Dolan followed behind. Tracy's purse hung from the coat rack near the entrance. She retrieved it placing it over her shoulder.
"I like her,” Cord murmured. “She'll be good for you."
Yeah. But how did anyone know who they would spend the rest of their lives with, Dolan wondered. “How did you know Cait was the one?"
A sappy expression fell across his cousin's face. “There wasn't a moment that she wasn't on my mind.” He looked at her with such yearning. “I craved seeing her, touching her, but most of all I couldn't bear the thought of another man touching her.” He paused, before adding, “Even you.” Then he threw his arm around Dolan's shoulders. “Trust me. Don't let this one go."
No more was said as they joined the women. After saying their good-byes he and Tracy stepped outside into the moonlit night. He didn't hesitate taking her into his arms. She fit so right against him. The smell of her sweet perfume wrapped around his senses sending a bolt of hunger through his stomach straight to his cock, which jerked demandingly.
There was no denying it. He felt the perfection between them.
Lowering his head, he grew closer and her breath stuttered. “God, you're beautiful.” Kissing her forehead first, he caressed each of her eyelids and then her mouth. His lips tugged at hers, sipped from them. “Let me take you home and make love to you?” Before she could answer, he captured her mouth with his again.
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Chapter Fourteen
Dolan's kiss was hungry, demanding. His mouth covered Tracy's, his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of heat and the promise of an explosive night of hot sex. They would have one more night together before she revealed her secret.
Tonight she would tell him about Sheldon and end the most overwhelming connection she had ever felt with a man. Delaying the truth only complicated the situation. She was falling hard for him.
Was he aware of his own power, the desire he aroused within her?
Desperately she held on to him, not wanting to let him go even when the caress ended. Staring into his dark eyes, she felt lost in them. If only he had room in his heart to love her and accept the precious boy who needed a family—a father.
A shuddering breath brought her back to reality. Who was she kidding? They didn't even know each other. Whatever was happening between them had to be just a strong case of lust.
Besides Dolan was promiscuous. His reputation as a rake was well known. He wouldn't want a child any more than a wife.
She opened her mouth to speak but let it close without comment.
Just tell him. Get it over with.
His hands brushed up her back as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I've wanted to do that all night.” A burst of nervous laughter caught her off guard. “No. That's a lie.” His hand slipped to the small of her back, drawing her closer so that she felt his jean-clad arousal pressed hard to her belly. “I've wanted to peel that sexy green dress off of you. Throw you on the ground and fuck you.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on, darlin', before I take you right here."
She swallowed past the emotion clogging her throat. As they walked to the truck, she looked into the starry night. Loving him tonight was selfish. She would pay for it with her heart, but she wanted one more night in this cowboy's arms.
He opened the truck door and light filled the cab. Easing closer, he pinned her between the seat and his hard body. His warm breath brushed over her face. “Take off your panties. I can't wait to feel that wet pussy."
Pulse leaping, she curled her fingers in his cotton shirt. “Dolan.” Moisture dampened her thong. Arousal pulled at her breasts, making them feel heavy with need.
Desire shone in his eyes, but there was something more. It burned bright heating her blood. “Do it, darlin'.” Low and sensual, his voice was like sparks igniting across her skin.
She wet her lips as excitement clenched low in her belly. “I—” Her body jerked against him.
He placed his palms on her thighs. “You want me to take them off don't you?” Smoothing his palms up her legs, he pushed the hem of her dress higher and higher.
"Dolan?” She breathed his name as cool air swept up her legs.
His thumbs slid past the elastic of her thong and paused. “What, baby?"
"What if they're looking out the window?” She didn't have to say who; he knew she referred to Caitlyn and Cord.
A rumble rose from deep in his throat, clearly excited with the possibility. “Makes caressing you even hotter. Would you like them to watch me undress you, take you right here?"
His sinful words made her nipples pucker. Shards of electricity burst at the hardened peaks shooting down to her pussy. Like a rubber band her inner muscles tightened and loosened, preparing her for the moment she would have his cock buried inside her.
Tracy tossed her purse onto the floorboard of the truck. Placing her hands on his, she drove them downward, taking her thong with them.
He knelt, dragging the satiny material down her legs. “Oh yeah. Sweet, sweet pussy.” She heard him inhale as she stepped out of the thong. He stood placing his palm on her heart-shaped mound. “Are you wet, darlin'?"
She was beyond wet and beyond caring if anyone watched. “Y-yes."
"Mmmm. Maybe I should check.” As his finger slipped between her swollen folds, she gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “Just how I like you.” Mouth against her ear, he whispered, “Slick and creamy."
He pumped his thick finger in and out of her, once, twice. Her thighs widened on their own accord. It felt so good. She held on to his shirt, afraid she'd fall if she let go. When he extracted his finger, she whimpered. Strong hands gripped her by the waist raising her. Cool leather met her ass when he sat her upon the truck seat.
"Ready to go?” he asked, releasing her.
Oh hell no.
Leaning back on a palm, she whined, “Dolan, don't leave me like this.” Spreading her legs, her dress fell between them hiding the very area where his gaze was pinned. “I ache for you.” With her free hand she began to inch her dress up. “Lick my pussy."
His eyes darkened as he shoved her dress all the way up to expose her sex. “Damn. Woman, you fuck with my mind and body."
Every muscle in her body tensed. The expression on his face was like that of a man thirsty for a taste of what she offered. She had never seen anything as erotic as he watched his fingers slip through the juices that eased from her sex. When he closed the distance between his gorgeous mouth and the pulse between her thighs she held her breath.
As his tongue slid over her slit, the air in her lungs released upon a moan. Warm. Wet. He stroked her tender flesh, over and over, flicking her clit on every pass. But it wasn't enough, she needed more. Pulling her legs up, sandals flat on the seat, she let her bent knees fall apart. “Now, baby, suck me."
He tore off his hat and tossed it in the backseat. “Fuck.” His strong hands slipped beneath her ass lifting her hips. “I ought to spank you for teasing me."
"No teasing.” Her breathing was laboured, heavy in her chest. “I'm yours for the taking.” God save her. She would give him her heart if only he wanted it. For now she'd take whatever he offered.
There was a pregnant pause. A moment where all he did was look at her. Then the unthinkable happened. He lowered her legs, pushing them inside the truck. Like a rock her heart fell heavy into her stomach.
His jaws were so taut that the tendons in his neck bulged. He pushed his fingers through his hair. “I won't take you like this.” His tone edged on anger.
"Dolan, I'm—” The apology she started to offer caught in her throat as the truck door slammed shut. Darkness folded around her as the light blinked out.
For a mere second she couldn't breathe. Memories of her husband's reprimanding voice rang in her ears. You're sick, he'd say when she wanted to try something different in or outside of bed. Night after night she had sat in the dark alone—crying—unfulfilled and afraid that something had to be wrong with her.
Dammit. A shudder racked her spine as she exhaled. She wouldn't feel guilty for asking for what she wanted. Not any more. There wasn't anything wrong with her. Besides, Dolan had started it, asking her to remove her thong. She watched him walk around the truck, her anger growing with each of his heavy steps.
Pushing back her hair, she inhaled, waiting until he climbed into the truck. The engine roared to life. “Take me like what?” Her voice shook. “You'll fuck me with your friend, but truck sex is too kinky for the bad boy of Santa Ysabel?"
He snapped his startled stare to hers. “What?” There was an awkward moment of silence. “Darlin',” his voice grew tender, “I want you to myself, in a bed—my bed."
Well that was friggin’ great. Her skin felt like it shrank two sizes too small. She had made a total fool of herself. He must think she was some whack-job.
The headlights of a passing car lit the cab. She saw his broad grin just before the cab went dark again.
"Bad boy of Santa Ysabel?” There was amusement in his tone.
If Tracy could crawl under the seat she would have.
"That title actually belongs to Cord, or did before he got married. As for kinky, baby, you haven't seen kinky."
Why did it feel as if she had just opened a can of worms?
Something was brewing. Dolan didn't know exactly what it was, but her moods tonight had made more flip-flops than a fish out of water. He still hadn't figured out why she was so quiet at Cord's. Her recent spark of anger was something that came out of nowhere. All he wanted to do was make love to her the right way, not like some rutting animal.
"So,” he glanced at her before looking back to the road ahead. “Are you going to tell me what's up?"
She licked her lips and stared out into the dark. “Nothing."
"Wrong answer.” He had learned that “nothing” meant “something” to a woman. Reaching across the console, he placed his hand on her knee. “Did Cait say something to upset you?"
"No. Of course not.” Was it just his imagination or did her voice shake?
"Does Cord know she's pregnant?"
Tracy faced him, shadows hiding her expression when a car passed, flooding the cab with light. “She's pregnant?” He saw surprise widen her eyes. Had he misread their reaction during dessert?
"She's not?” he asked.
Her brows tugged down. “Uh?"
"Forget it.” He removed his hand and gripped the steering wheel. “I thought—Well, it's just that after Cord mentioned children both of you seemed to—"
Oh fuck. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He turned to look at her as the blood in his veins thickened. “Are you pregnant?” Uneasy laughter met his delicate question.
"For heaven sakes.” She shook her head as if to say he was a dumbass. “No, I'm not pregnant.” A moment of silence followed. “How about you? Pregnant?"
He felt the sheepish grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Nah. I'm good."
"I'm glad we cleared the air on that subject."
He couldn't tell if she was teasing or meant it. “So why did you lose it when I suggested a soft bed instead of a truck bed?” The way she squirmed in her seat revealed she was uncomfortable with the subject.
Moments passed before she spoke. “My husband.” She cleared her throat. “Ex-husband, ridiculed me every time I suggested any position other than missionary style. Guess he was old fashioned because there was only one way to have sex, me flat on my back and him on top. His idea of foreplay was a kiss and a pinch.” Dolan thought he heard a tear in her voice.
Sonofabitch. Why were men insensitive to a woman's needs? It took very little to listen and discover what made her purr.
Hell. That's what he enjoyed the most about meeting a new woman, getting to know her and her body.
Yet the circumstances hadn't allowed him the opportunity to get to know Tracy. Instead he went straight to her bed every time he could, which didn't say much for him.
"Tracy, I'm sorry."
She stared out the window. “It doesn't matter."
"It does to me. I just thought—” That he would show her how much she meant to him by loving her in a way she deserved. “How long were you married?"
"Too long.” The shortness in her response said the conversation was over.
"Marx is your married name?"
"No maiden. I didn't want anything from that man.” Her obvious distaste answered any questions as to whether there were any lingering feelings. They rode in silence for a while until he turned north instead of south.
"Where are we going?” she asked.
"My house.” Very seldom did he take a woman home. It was his safe haven. Yet he wanted this woman in his home and his bed.
"But I have to work tomorrow. I don't have any clothes, make-up—"
"I'll get you home in time for you to freshen up and change. Tonight you're mine. Now take your sandals off."
"Why?"
"Foreplay, darlin'. I do know its value.” In fact, he was getting hard just thinking about her lack of panties. He couldn't wait to part her thighs and sink into her warmth. “Now take your sandals off and put your feet on the dashboard."
"Dolan—"
"I want you hot for me when I get you in my arms.” He reached down and adjusted himself. Damn. He wanted this woman.
She toed off her shoes and placed her feet together on his dashboard
"Spread ‘em.” He glanced in the rear-view mirror, but when he looked back at her he was pleased. She had inched her feet apart. “Push your dress up around your waist."
"Dolan,” she breathed his name. “Someone will see me."
"Maybe—maybe not.” His voice was gravelly. His cock jerked, growing harder. The truth was they had just pulled off the main street onto a private road. No one would see her, but the thought would h
eighten her arousal, make her even hotter. He eased up on the gas pedal slowing down. “Now touch yourself."
Silence filled the cab and then she moaned, a low breathy sound.
Envisioning her long slender fingers pushing in and out, stroking her sensitive skin was too much. He reached down and unfastened his belt and jeans, unzipping them to ease his discomfort. The thought of her touching herself made him horny as hell. He had to take a look.
When he switched on the cab lights, her eyelids flew wide. Surprise mingling with lust burned in their depths as a tight cry slipped from her mouth. She jerked back her hand nestled between her legs and scrambled to pull down her dress.
"Damn, darlin', don't stop."
Her gaze darted nervously around. “I can't believe you did that.” Embarrassment dotted her cheeks. She was so adorable. Playful and forward one minute, then shy and timid the next.
He could see by her frown she didn't appreciate his chuckle. “We're on a private road. No one will see you but me. Come on, Tracy, I want to watch your fingers move all over that pink, swollen flesh."
She glanced around to verify the fact. The scowl she wore faded into a mischievous grin. She angled her body toward him and his throat tightened. “So you want a show.” Her sexy voice was liquid heat sizzling through his veins.
"A show?” His cock firmed even more. His fingers gripped the steering wheel.
She slid her tongue seductively between her lips. Bending one knee, she planted her foot on the edge of the console. The other leg she stretched, widening her thighs and taking her time, before she placed her foot against the dashboard. All the while she kept both hands strategically placed between her thighs to hold her dress down and rob him of a peek of what he wanted to see.
He swallowed hard. “Raise your dress, darlin'. Show me that pussy."
Looking at him through half-shuttered eyelids, she shook her head.
A sudden bump warned him that he had strayed off the road. He jerked the wheel, pulling the truck back on track. He needed to pay more attention to driving and less on the temptress trying to distract him.
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