12-Alarm Cowboys

by Cora Seton

  The loud knock at her front door propelled her from her bedroom to the living room.

  “Come on in. Door’s open.”

  The door opened. Her middle clenched. There, framed in her door with the dying sun at his back, stood a man so drop dead sexy, she had trouble finding her voice. Dressed in dark slacks, a light shirt, and a brown leather jacket, was a Tanner she’d never seen. Usually he wore dirt—and sometimes soot—on his face and clothes. This man looked like he’d walked off the pages of a fashion shoot.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking down at his outfit. “Is my fly open?”

  She stifled the snort that so wanted out. “I can’t really say about your fly. I’m not close enough to see it.”

  He stepped in and closed the door behind him, turning off the glare that’d been at his back. “You look beautiful, Georgina.”

  Heat flushed her neck. “Thanks. You clean up right nice yourself.”

  He grinned and the impact almost knocked her back a couple of steps. Oh yeah. She wanted to sleep with him, broken heart be damned.

  “My keepers let me out of the asylum now and then.”

  She laughed. “How’s Jolene and baby?”

  “Doing great. I’m having trouble keeping Deb away. I grounded her for coming home late last night. She announced she didn’t care as it would give her more time with Sir Henry.”

  “Sir Henry?”

  “She thinks that would be the perfect name for the foal. And I don’t want to talk any more. I really want to mess up your lipstick.”

  In two long strides he had her in his arms and kissing her like they’d been apart for months instead of hours. She loved it, kissing him back with an enthusiastic response.

  Leaving a line of light nibbles and kisses, he worked his way up to her ear. “Wouldn’t you rather order pizza?”

  His breathy question stirred her desire.

  “Actually, that sounds great.” Plus by eating in, they wouldn’t waste as much time.

  When he smiled at her, she hoped she hadn’t said that last part out loud.

  “Tempting but I promised you a nice dinner.”

  “Dallas is such a far drive. Let’s just go to the Lone Star.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t want to be item number one on the gossip mill.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then it’s Dallas or maybe Tyler.”

  His arms were around her waist which allowed her to lean back far enough to bring her hands between them.

  “But Dallas and Tyler are such long drives.” She popped a button on his shirt through its hole.

  “Plus, from what I remember…” She pushed another button open. “We were so rudely interrupted last night.”

  The blood throbbed so hard in her neck, her throat felt as though she couldn’t swallow. Tanner wasn’t saying anything, but his gaze was on the work of her fingers, his eyes growing heavy with lust.

  “And I heard that new pizza place in town is pretty good and that it delivers.” Another button slipped through its opening.

  “I promised you a nice dinner.” The strain and gruffness in his voice made her middle squeeze.

  “I know, but pizza and beer can be a nice dinner…with the right person.”

  He slipped his arms down under her rear and then tossed her over his shoulder in a firefighter’s carry.

  “Who am I to argue with such sound logic?” He started down the hall toward her bedroom.

  Hung over his shoulder, Georgie ran her hands down his solid back until she could grasp his equally solid ass. It was a mighty fine ass, and as a veterinarian, she knew asses.

  While she was admiring his delicious butt, Tanner was running a large hand across hers.

  “Tight but curvy,” he said. “Just like I like them…juicy enough to bite.”

  She laughed and toed off her shoes and left them in the hall.

  “Speaking of yummy butts,” she said, giving his a squeeze.

  He flopped her onto her bed and fell on top of her. “Sometimes part two can be as good if not better than part one.”

  Snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss. She spread her lips in invitation, which he quickly took advantage of by sweeping his tongue inside. He tasted like wintergreen and toothpaste, and that made her heart sigh.

  As he let a line of kisses and nibbles down her cheeks, neck and finally along her collar bone, he was also lighting bright flaming torches of desire inside her.

  “You have too many clothes on,” she said.

  “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

  She laughed and pushed him up. Given his size versus her size, if he didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t. She might have better luck pushing her truck to town. But he stood when she pushed. She scooted up on the bed and leaned against the headboard.

  “What?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

  “I want to watch.”

  Grinning, he slowly lowered his jacket back over his shoulders and down his arms. He caught the sleeve with one hand, whirled it over his head, and let it fly into a chair in the corner.

  She clapped. “More. More.”

  He jerked his shirt from his slacks. Most of the buttons were already undone, so he pulled it over his head and flung it, landing the shirt on his jacket.

  “I’m feeling so objectified,” he said. The twinkle in his eyes and the twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips assured her that he was in on her little game and didn’t mind a bit.

  “Oh goody. Go on.”

  He rolled his eyes as he tried to toe off his boots to no avail.

  “Come here,” she said, and patted the side of the mattress. “Impossible to toe off boots.”

  He sat down and she clamored off the bed.

  “Give me your foot.”

  He lifted one boot and she pulled it off along with his sock. They repeated the action for the other boot. When she stood, he pulled her firmly against his thick slab of a chest. Her hands were trapped between them, so she fingered her nails through the hair on his chest. The texture was coarse and rough and felt wonderful to the touch.

  “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked.

  “I’m sure.”

  He slipped his fingers under her blouse and pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms so he could remove it.

  “So pretty.” His gaze left her face and slid down to her white lace bra. He covered both breasts with his hands. Heat burned through the lace onto her flesh. Her breath picked up along with her heart rate. For a couple of minutes he massaged and fondled and then lowered his mouth to pull a lace-covered breast into his mouth and sucked. The direct connection between her breast and her sex tugged.

  Her head dropped back and she groaned.

  He unfastened the bra and she let it skitter down her arms until it dropped onto the floor.

  “So much better,” he murmured, his lips moving softly over her skin. He drew her back into his mouth, his tongue licking the underside.

  Her knees wobbled from the sensory overload. He was doing all the work while she just stood there. That would never do. She needed to touch and stroke and taste every square inch of his flesh.

  She dislodged his mouth, her breast shiny with his saliva. With quick work, Georgie unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Unlike last night’s granny panty disaster, tonight she wore a lace thong that she’d bought today. It wasn’t the most comfortable item of clothing she’d ever put on, but if it could produce the dark, heavy lidded desire in his gaze, she might have to buy stock in the brand.

  “Holy shit, babe. If I’d have known what you wore under that skirt, or rather what little you had under there, I’d have thrown you over my shoulder the minute I walked in the door.”

  Stepping between his wide-spread thighs, she licked her lips and tasted Tanner…her new favorite flavor. “Yeah? I might have liked that.” Her voice was thick and deep and sounded nothing like her. Whomever this woman was who’d t
aken over her body, Georgie ceded control.

  Tanner put his hands on the globes of her ass while she slid hers up his unyielding, thick thighs. A large bulge had shoved his zipper into an arch. She allowed her hand to leave his leg and brush across his fly. He sucked in his breath.

  “Nice pants,” she said in a crumbly voice. “But they really have to go.”

  She made fast work of his belt buckle, button and then lowered his zipper.

  “Careful,” he said with a hiss. “Delicate merchandise.”

  “Doesn’t feel delicate.” Pushing her hand into the opening, she grasped his firm dick, running her hand from base to tip through his cotton briefs. “Feels pretty solid to me.”

  When she looked down at her tanned hand on his white briefs, she licked her lips. Under his breath, Tanner uttered a foul cussword, but then lifted his hips and she pulled his slacks and briefs off in one long tug. She followed the motion to the floor as he raised one foot and then the other so she could rid him of what was impeding her progress.

  On her knees, she looked up and saw he was watching her, waiting to see what her next move would be. As she’d done previously, she slid her hands up his thighs until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. Her fingers, long for a woman of her petite stature, couldn’t begin to surround his girth. There was a good three inch gap between her fingertips. Her mouth watered with the need to taste him.

  She lowered her head and sucked the tip between her lips. Salty and sweet, she slid him further into her mouth. Tanner’s fingers combed through her hair, catching stands in his fists, twisting them with each groan.

  As she slowly released him, she ran her tongue along the vein on the underside until the tip of her tongue licked the cockhead rim. She sucked and nibbled along the rim before taking him deep into her mouth again.

  In the past, she’d given her ex a blow job but it’d been more responsibility than pleasure. Tonight, she was doing this as much for him as for her. The taste of Tanner on her tongue, the scent of him in her nose and the feel of his hot flesh under her fingers made her swollen and wet with a desire she hadn’t had in years.

  “Enough,” he growled and eased himself from her oral ministrations. “I don’t want this dinner party over before it’s begun.” He jerked her to her feet and stripped her soaked thong down her legs. He must have noticed how sodden the skimpy material was because he smiled and said, “Enjoyed that, did you?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, instead rolling on the bed and taking her with him. With long licks, quick kisses and sharp nibbles, he worked his way down between her thighs. When he drew in a deep breath, cool air flittered across her tender flesh.

  “Do you know how good you smell?” With broad laps of his tongue, he separated her folds and drew her arousal into his mouth. “Taste like the finest wine,” he said, retackling the task at hand.

  He worked his hands up the inside of her thighs until he could hold her fully spread for his gaze. Her first reaction was to cover herself but she didn’t, letting him have all the time he wanted to look and taste. But the reality of his gaze, combined with the caresses from his magic tongue had her moving her hips in frustration.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please.”

  He didn’t ask what she needed and that was probably a good thing as words had left her brain, along with all rational thoughts.

  He pushed a long, thick finger inside while the tip of his tongue played havoc with her rigid nub. Georgie arched, trying to find that cliff to soar from.

  A second finger joined the first, thrusting in and out of her in rapid fire. Her hips gyrated in time to his movements. Tension coiled in her gut, pulled tighter as his tongue lapped and licked.

  “Tanner,” she gasped. “I can’t take much more.”

  “Then let go.” He blew cool air against her inflamed flesh. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue. Taste it in my mouth.” And with that, he removed his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue.

  Her orgasm hit her with the force of a train. Her back arched as she cried out. Waves of bliss rolled through her. As her climax ebbed, a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “I’m more than okay. And I’ll be even better once I feel you inside me.”

  “My condom is in my pants.”

  “Check the drawer behind you. Your pants are too far away for me to wait.”

  In seconds he was rolling the condom down himself. He spread her thighs wider with his and pushed his cock’s tip in. It’d been almost two years since she’d felt a man inside her. As Tanner entered, she bit her lip.

  “Feels so good,” she said. “More.”

  With one quick thrust, he seated himself deep. Georgie gasped from the sudden stretching of muscles long denied.

  “I need it fast and hard,” she pleaded. “Can you do that?”

  “Damn. You’re killing me. I’ll never last long like that.”

  “Fine. I’ll give you another chance later. Fast and hard.”

  She left no room for argument.

  He pulled out and slammed into her, jarring her up on the bed. She reached over her head and grabbed the headboard.

  “Again.”

  He did. In and out with hard, forceful strokes that fueled the fire in her gut.

  “You like that? You like the feel of me inside you? Fucking you hard?”

  The next thrust was so hard, Georgie was sure she felt it in her lungs.

  “Oh, yeah. I like what you do to me.”

  The muscles in his cheeks hardened as he growled her name as he pounded into her.

  Without much warning, another orgasm crashed through her. She cried out his name as her back arched. Within seconds, he followed with his own climax so powerful she could feel the strength of his pulses.

  After he’d dealt with the condom, Tanner rejoined her in bed, pulling her snug against him. His breathing was still a little ragged, which was great since hers was too and she didn’t want to be alone in this.

  “That was…awesome.”

  “Yeah. It was.”

  She covered the area of his chest over his heart with her hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Seeing if your heart is racing as fast as mine.”

  He chuckled and pulled her palm to his mouth for a kiss. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

  She grinned. “Maybe I’ve overcome your first impression of me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Turning on her hip, she looked into his eyes. “I don’t think you liked me much.”

  Snugging her against him, Tanner said, “Well, I didn’t know you enough to like or dislike you. But…” he added in a hurry, “I was in lust with you from that first poke on my chest.”

  “Hmm. I might have noticed you that night. So, still in lust with me?”

  Georgie was stunned at herself. The minute she asked the question, she wanted to suck the words back down her throat.

  “Never mind,” she blurted out.

  He tilted her face for a kiss. “Yeah, I sort of am. I like you, Georgina. You’re cute and sexy and smart. But I’m not looking for anything long term.”

  She licked her swollen lips and gathered up her courage. “Me neither. This is just a stop in the road for me. I’m not looking for anything right now but someone to help the time pass faster. Maybe a dinner now and then. And a sleepover from time to time. I very much enjoyed tonight and I’d loved to do a lot of that while I’m here.” She shrugged. “If you’re not interested, I can respect that.”

  His eyebrows hiked. “Not a woman who minces her words, are you?” He let out a long breath. “I’d like to see you while you’re here.”

  “I’m leaving, Tanner.”

  “I get that. I’m okay with that. We’ll have what we have while we have it. I can’t promise more than that right now either.”

  For a brief second, his
cavalier acceptance of her terms stabbed her heart, but she accepted that Tanner was her transition guy…from Chris to whomever she might go to next.

  “And no other women while we’re together,” she added. “Not a jealousy thing. Just a ‘don’t want to worry about diseases’ thing.”

  “Ditto. No other men.”

  “Not even Zack,” she teased.

  He laughed. “Especially not him. This will be different for me at least,” he added.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve been back for a couple of years. I haven’t dated much, not that I haven’t had the chance.”

  “Oh, yes. Women throwing themselves at you. Such a bother.”

  He chuckled. “I had a couple of long term girlfriends when I lived in Kentucky. Seemed like I was always trying to figure out what was going on in the relationship. Like it was a game but no one had given me the rulebook, you know? One of them broke it off with me when I forgot our six month anniversary. Not of our dating, but of our meeting. Who remembers crap like that?”

  She snorted. “I know. But since we know this is finite, there’s no reason for us not to just enjoy it. No mind games. All the fun of a relationship without really having one.” Pushing her hair out of her eyes, Georgie added, “God knows I need some sex and fun.”

  “Oh?” He kissed the top of her head. “Why’s that?

  She told him about Chris, the broken engagement and his recent marriage.

  “Is that why you’re here?”

  “Yes and no. It was a great opportunity for some large animal husbandry and to catch up with Magda, but Texas did have the added benefit of being thousands of miles away from Chris and Priscilla.” She shifted in bed until she could see his face. “What about the gossip mill? Won’t we make the fodder?”

  “Who cares? A fling with the sexy vet can do nothing but improve my reputation.”

  “Not that it needs any help with the ladies.”

  “True.”

  She laughed and elbowed his side, which made him roll on top of her and start round two of all fun and no games.

  Chapter Ten