Too Hot To Trot (#3, Cowboy Way)

by Becky McGraw

  His eyes fell to her mouth, and she whispered, “Kiss me, cowboy.”

  It was all the invitation that Zack needed. Tilting his head so his hat didn’t hit her, Zack leaned down to fit his lips to hers. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his neck to circle it, and her whimper was swallowed up as he tasted her sweetness, reveled in it, soaked it up. This kiss was different, slow and toe-curling. Zack knew his toes were curled in his boots, as she returned the kiss, sliding her tongue over his, pressing herself closer. Little moans filtered from her to vibrate his lips, and Zack held her hips closer, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her backside as the kiss continued for long minutes, would have continued forever if Zack had his way.

  The doorknob rattled, right before the door clicked open and slid inward. At his mother’s gasp, they broke apart like guilty teenagers, standing side-by-side to face her. Heat crawled up Zack’s neck, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Heather was red too. His mother just looked surprised as they all stood there staring at each other.

  Finally, she cleared her throat and the corner of her mouth wiggled. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked…I ah, didn’t realize,” she said with a giggle.

  Zack unglued his feet to walk over to take the sheets from her. “Thanks, Momma,” he said leaning down to kiss her cheek. “We were just, um…”

  “Oh, I know what you were doing, Zachary Wayne Taylor,” his mother said with an eye roll, as she turned back toward the door. “But this isn’t my house anymore, and you’re not a kid, so I’m not judging. Besides that, I like Heather, so carry on, we’re leaving in an hour.”

  Her laugh floated over her shoulder as she left the room, grabbing the knob to close the door behind her. Zack turned back and found Heather staring at the door wide-eyed, but her lips were curved in a big smile. “She likes me,” she said softly.

  The pleasure in her voice touched something inside of him, as Zack laid the sheets on the dresser and walked back to her. He pulled her to him, and Heather looked up. “What’s not to like?” he growled, bending to kiss her again, but Heather pushed against his chest to step back.

  “We need to make the bed, they’re leaving in an hour, and I want to talk to them before they go,” she said brusquely, as she walked over to pick up the sheets.

  Yes, they were leaving in an hour. Thank the Good Lord, Zack thought, grabbing the sheets from her to walk to the bed. And then he was going to have this woman on these clean sheets, and they wouldn’t be so clean when he finished with her.

  An hour and a half later, they stood out by his father’s truck talking. They’d been talking for at least forty minutes now, and although he mostly hated to see them leave, Zack was ready for his parents to hit the road. But Heather didn’t seem to be in any hurry at all.

  “Yeah, Twyla is starting to show—I can’t wait to hold those babies,” his mother said, her face spreading in pleased smile. “That girl was as wild as they come, and I can say that because I’m her mother, but I know she’s going to be a great mother too. Ryan is good for her, and he settled her down a lot once he got his mind right.” She snorted, and her grin got wider. “It was a ten-year chase, and I’m glad she finally roped him.”

  The women started in on another topic, and Zack blew out a breath, glanced at his father and saw he was as impatient as Zack was for this to end. For entirely different reasons he was sure, but no less frustrated. “Momma, it’s gonna be dark before y’all get back to Arizona if you don’t get going,” he said, dropping his arm around her shoulder to usher her to the passenger door. He opened it for her and stepped back. “Thank y’all for coming out to help me.”

  “Our pleasure,” she replied, looking a little put out as she cast a glance back at Heather. She shook her head, then got up inside the truck, reached for the door, and relief washed through Zack, but she stopped to look at Heather once more. “You keep that boy of mine out of trouble, darlin’.”

  “He is trouble, Mrs. Taylor. You raised him, so you’d know that too,” Heather replied, with a glance his way. They were talking about him, like he wasn’t even there. Definitely a conspiracy, Zack thought, with a growl rumbling in his chest.

  “Oh, heck yes I do know. There was one time…” she started, but Zack stepped around the door, leaned in to kiss her then shut the door and waved. She frowned at him through the window, and his Daddy laughed as he walked around the front of the truck and got inside.

  In a flash, they left a dusty trail behind them down the long driveway. He watched until his Daddy turned right, then he reached down and grabbed Heather’s wrist to drag her toward the front porch.

  “Zack, slow down!” she shrieked, trying to pry his fingers loose.

  He wasn’t about to slow down—he’d waited long enough. Zack had never wanted to fuck a woman worse than he did her right at the moment. His grip tightened on her wrist as he pulled her behind him up the front steps to the door. Without a word, he opened the door, yanked her inside then slammed it. He pinned her body against the door, and her eyebrows were near her hairline, as he held her gaze to reach above her head and flip the deadbolt.

  “Nobody is going to interrupt us this time,” he growled.

  Leaning down, his hat brim hit the door and his hat went flying as he slammed his mouth down over hers. Heather moaned, squirmed a little, then walked her fingers up his chest to curl her arms around his neck, her knee bent so she could stroke her inner thigh against his leg, and she tilted her neck to give him better access to her hot mouth.

  Zack moaned, deepening the kiss, as he ground himself into her, found her tongue and drowned in her sweetness. His zipper bit painfully into his cock, and her little mewls as he kissed her just made things worse. You want to fuck me, but you don’t respect me. Her words from earlier cut through the waves of endorphins swimming in his mind, and Zack tensed.

  Goddamn, why did he have to have a fucking conscience, he thought, his body stiffening. Breathing hard he just stood there, his heart pounding in his ears, letting her kiss him, then with a growl he pushed back.

  Her green eyes flew open to pin him, and she was breathing just as hard. Eyes narrowing, she took a step toward him, fisted his t-shirt to pull him close again. Tiptoeing, she kissed his chin, the side of his mouth. “What’s wrong?” she asked, kissing the other corner of his mouth, her hot breath teasing his lips, her hand gliding toward his cock.

  Pictures of her fine ass up in the air on that bed earlier, his cock seated between her cheeks tortured him, but Zack grabbed her wrist and stopped her right before her hand landed on his fly. With a huffed breath she eased down on her heels and stared up at him, her eyes full of questions and insecurity. He felt bad about that too. Fuck, what in the hell was wrong with him? He seemed to be tuned into to every nuance of this woman’s feelings. Every word that dropped from those beautiful swollen lips of hers mattered to him. She mattered.

  And didn’t that just suck when his cock was hard as a redwood tree, and his body ached to plant that redwood in her forest?

  Zack forced his eyes to stay on hers, even though they wanted to drop to her hard nipples which tented the front of her thin t-shirt. “You said earlier I didn’t respect you. That I only wanted to fuck you,” he said gruffly, clearing the knot from his throat. “Well, this is my attempt at showing respect, to prove to you that isn’t the case. You tell me what you want to do, if that’s not to fuck me, I’ll just go take a cold shower.”

  Or several of them. Hell, he might have to spend days in there the way he felt right now.

  Heather heaved a shuddering sigh, bit her lower lip and Zack took another step back to get out of her orbit, away from the heat that drew him like a moth. Her face softened, and her eyes glistened as she closed the space between them to put her hand on his chest, and look up at him. “Zack, that’s not the kind of respect I was talking about.” She shook her head, and her dark hair danced around her shoulders. “I want you to respect me as a person. That’s what I was talking about.” Zack hadn’
t noticed her free hand drifting down between them, he was too drugged by the softness in her eyes. But he sure noticed when the heat of her palm scorched him. “But that’s not what I want to talk about right now.” Her lips curved into a sexy smile that punched him in the gut. “What I want is you to take me into that bedroom and fuck me, cowboy.”

  A moan drifted from Zack’s lips when Heather slowly palmed his cock, gliding her hand upward to the top. He reached between them to grab her wrist. “I’m not going to make it to the bedroom this time, sweet thing,” he growled, as he dragged her to the sofa.

  Heather shivered when Zack pressed her down over the arm of the sofa. The excitement in his voice, the impatience, matched her own. He jerked her shorts over her hips, cool air brushed her skin and she shivered, feeling exposed and vulnerable to him with her ass up in the air, just like she had earlier on the bed. They’d never made love in this position before, and it was thrilling, but scary too. She trusted Zack though, trusted he wasn’t going to do anything to hurt her. If she said stop, he would. In a New York minute. So far, in all the times they’d made love, he hadn’t broken that promise. Mostly because she hadn’t ever not liked anything he’d taught her, done to her. She had never had to ask him to stop.

  His warm fingers raised goosebumps on her skin as they lightly skimmed the back of her thighs when he pushed her shorts to her ankles, then lifted each foot to remove them. The raspy, tortured sound of his groan excited every nerve in her body all the way down to the top of her thighs, where it throbbed. Zack’s hands nudged her knees wider, and she felt his heat behind her but he didn’t touch her. Heather could smell his excitement, and her flesh quivered, her inner muscles worked as moisture flooded her folds—she wanted him inside of her now.

  “Fuck me, Zack,” she moaned, her nails curling into her palms as she gyrated her hips, pushed back toward him, begged him with her body. Long seconds passed, she felt his eyes on her, heard his ragged breathing, and imagined him stroking himself, but he didn’t touch her.

  His finger finally slicked along her folds, and her body jerked when he dipped it inside of her. “You are dripping wet,” he drawled, his voice as thick as honey.

  Zack stood, moved closer behind her, and anticipation formed a knot in her chest. The silky knob of his cock made scorching contact with her throbbing clit, and a long groan erupted from her lips. The slow, torturous circles he made there built her excitement, caused her body to jerk when he hit a certain spot. Her breaths came in short gasps, as she crept closer to the pinpoint of light just out of her reach, rode each wave of pleasure that washed over her. She mewled, lifting her hips higher to increase the pressure.

  With a pained groan, Zack dragged the swollen head of his cock through her folds to her opening. Heather held her breath, braced for his entry, but Zack just rotated his hips again, circling his cock there. Frustration built, but soon the slow, wet suctioning sounds drugged her, sent a shiver zipping up her spine. Her body throbbed to have him shove inside of her, his teasing was killing her with soft, slow precision.

  His hot breaths singed her shoulder, as he leaned over her back to slide his hand under her hip to find her core. The tips of two of his long fingers worked circles around her clit, rolled it lazily. Heather moaned loudly, and her nails curled into her palms as a tremor jerked her body with every round he made, inching her closer to the pinpoint of light behind her eyelids. Pleasure gathered, built in her chest, blood rushed to her head making her dizzy.

  “Mmm…” she purred, gnawing on her lower lip, her back arcing lower and lower to bring her ass closer to the source of that pleasure. Her muscles tensed, and her legs quivered, as he kept up the sensual torture, followed her body with his hand to keep the pressure there even as she squirmed.

  “That’s it, angel,” he whispered hoarsely, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours,” he drawled, exaggerating the rolling, dragging a moan from her. “Now, sing for me, baby.” Shock rocked her when his fingers suddenly pinched down on her clit, and electricity zipped through her body to zap her brain. Her body seized, her mind froze and Heather screamed, a hoarse, high-pitched wail that barely had sound, as an orgasm the likes of which she’d never felt before slammed into her, ran over her, dragged her under that runaway train as her whole body quaked.

  “Oh, yeah, I love that song,” he said as his hand left her, and he branded her ass with all ten fingers. Without forewarning, his hips shot forward and Heather groaned as two inches of his thick heat were suddenly inside of her body. The burning stretch mixed with the blinding light behind her eyelids to lengthen her orgasm, a long moan gurgled in her throat.

  Zack pushed himself in halfway and her toes curled at the incredible feel of him inside of her. With a roar and one final push, he slammed her into the arm of the sofa, and Heather whimpered, as her inner walls vibrated around his thickness.

  “Those are the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard,” he growled, holding her hips steady as his cock throbbed inside of her, and her walls sucked at him. “Our song. And I want you to sing it for me often.” He held still through her tremors until her body relaxed, her heels touched the floor. “Just me,” Zack said, his fingers digging into her skin as he eased back to slide his cock out of her, and Heather groaned.

  His words tried to settle in her mind, have meaning, but the intense friction of him pulling out, the incredible drag on her body and the sucking sounds their bodies made brought on a new wave of tremors, fresh mewls. Heather was incapable of coherent thought, as tension built inside her again and another tremor rocked her. Zack’s body trembled, his hands dug into her hips and he pushed back into her with a low groan. Her muscles flexed around him, sending delicious shivers through her. Heather’s nails dragged on the smooth leather sofa when his arm clamped around her waist to pull her back a few inches setting her more firmly on her feet.

  He tilted her hips higher, went deeper. “Brace against the sofa, angel,” he growled, and Heather wasn’t sure she could brace against anything. Every muscle in her body felt like liquid fire, but she put her hands on the armrest anyway, braced as best she could. Zack pulled back briefly, then his hips shot forward and her elbows locked taking the impact of his thrust. Heather couldn’t breathe he was so deep inside of her, buried to the hilt. Her cheeks were spread and she felt his warmth on her anus, the tickle of the fur on his belly, he was so deep.

  “So fucking tight,” he moaned, his voice a raw whisper, as he slid back again, stretched her cheeks more to slam into her again. Heather whimpered, her clit throbbed and her knees shook. She didn’t know if they would hold her up through much more of this, but they did, and with each new thrust she withstood, the tension inside her body ratcheted up. It was so damned good, she felt so full of him, she wanted him to keep pounding into her even as she felt split in two. The stretch, the burn, the sensual pain made her crave more of it.

  He drove deeper and deeper, pounded faster and Heather locked her knees to remain upright, wailing in delicious agony with each impact. The slapping of their bodies, his grunts, heaved breaths and her moans, the feel of his muscled thighs hitting the back of hers, and the sawing heat of his body in and out of hers, became her focus. Heather missed his thumb sliding between her cheeks until he dipped it into her anus with his next thrust. Shock sent a hot wave of adrenaline through her, her muscles seized in protest, and her knees gave out, as a teeth-chattering, body-melting, mind-stealing orgasm slammed into her. Zack’s arm at her waist kept her from melting to the floor, and with a growl he made one more stroke, tensed and his body vibrated as she felt the hot lava of his release inside of her.

  Heather felt wrecked, turned inside out, as Zack lowered her to the floor with him. Her body still shook, as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. “Are you okay, angel?” he whispered hotly near her ear. His heart pounded beneath her ear and comforted her, Heather nodded, even though she wasn’t sure she’d ever be okay again without this man in he
r life. Her eyes drifted shut on a sigh, and silence settled between them. A loud chirping noise sounded, and Heather was so dazed it took her a minute to realize it was Zack’s cell phone ringing.

  It rang again, and when he made no move to answer it, Heather mumbled against his chest, “Answer it, it could be your parents.”

  With a heavy sigh, Zack eased her off his lap and crawled to his blue jeans. He dug in the pocket and pulled out his phone. He glanced at the display, frowned then sat down to answer it. “Hey, Rex, what’s up?” he asked, shooting her a worried glance.

  Sickness boiled in her gut as Heather sat up, crawled over to sit beside him, her heart pounding in her ears. She leaned closer trying to hear what was being said, even though she didn’t want to hear. The prosecutor hadn’t dropped the charges, because the crime was against a police officer. She was being charged as an adult, and they had a trial date in three weeks.

  Not able to stand to hear another word, Heather pushed up on shaky legs, slapped a hand over her mouth and stumbled toward the bathroom, because she was definitely going to be sick.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Zack finally got Rex off the phone, and he didn’t blame Heather for wanting to vomit. He felt the same way as he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt, before he walked down the hallway to find her. He pushed open the bathroom door, and there she was sitting with her head on her knees, a bottle of mouthwash clutched in her hand as she sat against the wall shaking like a leaf.

  Right then, he wanted to go find her goddamned stepfather and kill him. He was past the point of wanting to hurt him. “Aww, baby,” he murmured, hurrying inside to sit down beside her on the floor. His heart squeezed painfully when she dropped the mouthwash bottle, turned her face into his shoulder, fisted his t-shirt and sobbed. Her hot quick, minty breaths burned through his shirt, just like her misery burned into his heart, as he dragged her onto his lap and hugged her tight. “Shh…I’m with you, angel. I’m going to fight for you until I don’t have any fight left. That bastard is not going to win,” he growled into her hair.