In a Cowboy’s Bed

by Cat Johnson

“I do. It feels really good.”

  “That’s what I want, to make you feel good.”

  The desire to please her overruled his natural instinct to pump, to reach a climax. He returned to where his cock penetrated her pussy, gathered more of her juices on his fingers and spread it over her anus. One finger pierced her to the first knuckle.

  “Yessssss.” Keely’s long moan urged Nick to go deeper. He pushed his finger all the way inside her ass as she began to ride him again. Her nipple popped from his mouth when her motion became faster, more frenzied. Nick settled for licking a nipple when he could, nipping the curve of a bouncing breast. He pumped his finger in and out of her ass in time to her movements.

  She tossed her head back, dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Knowing she had to be close to coming again, Nick kneaded her breasts with his free hand, tweaked her nipples to add to her pleasure. Sweat coated her skin. Her breathing sounded ragged. He could see her pulse pounding in her neck. Unable to resist its lure, he bit it while shoving a second finger into her ass.

  “Nick! Ohgodohgodohgod!”

  Her anus gripped his fingers; her pussy walls grabbed his dick. Keely released a long, keening moan. She wrapped her arms around his head, smashed his face against her breasts. He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He’d go without oxygen for a few moments in order for Keely to be pleased.

  Slowly, her trembling arms relaxed. Nick took a gulp of air as soon as he could. Now that he knew she’d come, his cock screamed at him to pump. He withdrew his fingers from her ass, earning him another soft moan from Keely.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

  “No.” She rested her forehead against his. “Far from it.” She shifted and her internal walls rippled along his shaft. “You didn’t come.”

  “Not yet.”

  She leaned back and looked into his eyes. “What can I do to help you with that?”

  “Ride me again.”

  Keely moved her hands back to his shoulders. Nick gripped her waist, surged his hips upward. She met him movement for movement, rising up as he withdrew, lowering her hips as he pumped into her pussy. The sound of flesh slapping flesh and heavy breathing mixed with Keely’s soft moans.

  “I’m close, babe.” Nick braced his right foot on the footrest so he could pump harder, faster. “Come with me.”

  Tunneling her fingers into his hair, she jerked his head back and covered his lips with hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth the way he thrust his dick into her channel. Nick pulled apart her cheeks as he continued to fuck her.

  The orgasm tickled the base of his spine, then whooshed through his balls to explode out the end of his cock. Nick groaned into Keely’s mouth. His body tightened as bliss flowed through his brain, his limbs, and back to his shaft.

  His bliss soon turned to pain. Now that the endorphins no longer flowed through his body, he realized how badly his left ankle throbbed. He shifted it on the pillow, which made it hurt worse. A breath hissed through his teeth before he could stop it.

  “What’s wrong?” Keely asked.

  “My ankle.”

  She scrambled off his lap and bent over the footrest. “What did you do?”

  Even with pain shooting up his leg, Nick couldn’t help the surge of fresh desire he felt to see Keely’s sweet breasts next to his foot. “I got a little ambitious and forgot I have a broken ankle.”

  Remorse mixed with anger in her eyes. “You told me it would be fine.”

  “It was, for several minutes.”

  She lightly touched the top of his foot. “When’s the last time you took a pain pill?”

  “Right before the football game. Or close to it.”

  “Nick, that was over five hours ago. You’re supposed to take one every four hours.” She sorted through the clothes on the floor until she found her sweater, then pulled it over her head. “I’ll get you a pill and some ice.”

  Nick sighed as she jerked on her panties. “Do you have to get dressed again?”

  She scowled at him while slipping on her slacks. “I’m not walking around your house naked.”

  “Why not? It’s just you and me here.” He reached out and ran his hand down her arm. “I like the view.”

  Her gaze slid to his cock, softened but nowhere near back to its normally flaccid state. A few more seconds of her looking at him like that and it would be ready for another round. She huffed out a breath, grabbed his sweatshirt from the floor, and tossed it to him. “Get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

  “Bossy wench,” he muttered. Then he grinned. No matter how much his ankle throbbed, he didn’t regret making love with Keely. He couldn’t wait to get her into his bed, to see that beautiful auburn hair spread over his pillow.

  His cock twitched at that image.

  Knowing his fantasy wouldn’t become a reality for a while, Nick tugged up his sweatpants. Keely returned as he slipped his sweatshirt over his head.

  “Take this.” She held out her palm holding a small white pill. Nick accepted it and the glass of water she also held. He set the glass on the end table next to his chair after swallowing the pill while Keely applied the ice pack to his ankle.

  Once she straightened from her nursing duty, he held out his hand to her. “C’mere.”

  She took a step back. “Oh, no. That’s how your ankle got hurt in the first place.”

  “My ankle got hurt because stairs collapsed beneath me. It had nothing to do with you.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, I know what you mean.” He continued to hold his hand out to her. “We made love, Keely. I want to hold you now.”

  She glanced at his ankle, scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

  “I won’t.” He lifted his hand higher. “Let me hold you.”

  She hesitated for another few seconds, then let him help her onto his lap. Nick tucked her head beneath his chin, wrapped his arms around her. “There. Isn’t this nice?”

  He could feel her smile against his neck. “Yes, it is.”

  Content to hold her, Nick closed his eyes and simply absorbed the feel of Keely in his arms . . . something he should have felt a long time ago. He never should have waited as long as he had to be with her.

  “I’m confused,” Keely said.

  He kissed the top of her head. “About what?”

  “About what happened between us.”

  He pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “Why are you confused? We wanted each other and made love.”

  “We’ve known each other for years, Nick. You’ve never shown any interest in me sexually. Why tonight?”

  Nick ran his fingers into her soft hair. Part of him wanted to confide in her, yet part of him didn’t want to admit to his horrendous debt. “It’s complicated.”

  She frowned and narrowed her eyes. “That’s what people say when they don’t want to explain something. Define ‘complicated. ’ ”

  Their budding relationship deserved honesty. Nick knew that. He didn’t quite know how to tell her the truth.

  She must have sensed his hesitation, for she linked the fingers of one of her hands with his. “You can tell me anything, Nick.”

  Looking into her beautiful green eyes, Nick knew Keely would understand and accept whatever he told her. “When my mom first got sick, I had no doubt she’d beat it. She was a stubborn, strong-willed lady.”

  A ghost of a smile touched Keely’s lips. “Yes, she was.”

  “She did all the chemo and radiation, and even tried some experimental drugs. She’d make progress, then more cancer would be found in another part of her body. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t get ahead of it.”

  Keely silently squeezed his fingers. Nick appreciated her support. It gave him the courage to continue. “Her death hit my dad really hard. He adored my mother. She felt the same way about him. When she died, it left a huge hole in my dad’s life.” He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm. “I gue
ss you know he started drinking heavily.”

  “I . . . heard that.”

  “It’s true. He started gambling, too. I didn’t find out about that until after he died in the car accident. I had no idea he’d taken out loans on the ranch.”

  “Loans? More than one?”

  “Yeah.” Not sure whether or not to be completely honest, Nick hesitated for several seconds. Then he decided he didn’t want to keep anything from Keely. “When Dad died, he had the ranch in debt almost a quarter million dollars.”

  Her shocked expression didn’t surprise him. “Seriously?” “Oh, yeah, very seriously. I combined all the loans into one and I’ve managed to whittle away at it, but the ranch is still almost ninety grand in debt.”

  “You’ve gone from two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in debt to ninety thousand in only two years? That’s very impressive.”

  “Beef prices have been good, and I sold off a few hundred acres. I don’t want to sell any more acreage unless I don’t have a choice.” He kissed her palm again. “Keep your fingers crossed that beef prices stay good.”

  She lifted her free hand, middle and forefinger crossed. “Done.”

  Nick relaxed his tense shoulders. He’d been afraid Keely would run away from him when she found out about his debt. He pulled her back into his arms and pressed her head to his shoulder. “Thank you,” he said softly.

  “For what?”

  “For listening. For being here. For taking care of me.” He thought back to something she’d said earlier, something that he didn’t understand. “You’ve been great, Keely, although I do have one complaint.”

  She tilted her head back and looked at him, confusion evident in her wrinkled brows. “What?”

  “You made the comment that I’ve never shown any interest in you sexually.”

  “You haven’t. You’ve teased and flirted, but nothing serious. Lots of guys at Boot Scootin’ flirt with me.”

  He knew that, and it pissed him off, although he couldn’t blame any of the men at the bar for thinking Keely sexy. “I was damn serious the night of our high-school graduation.”

  Her confusion changed to surprise. She pulled away from him and sat up straight. “You remember that?”

  “Of course, I remember that. Why would you think I didn’t?”

  “Because you never gave me any indication that you remembered. You never said one word about it.”

  “That makes me an idiot.” He ran his fingers through her hair, over and over. “You wore your hair down, but held back with gold combs. Your dress was green with little thin shoulder straps. I spent most of the evening wondering if you wore a bra. And trying to hide my hard-on from everyone.”

  Keely giggled.

  “I worked up the courage to ask you to dance. Luckily for me, it was a slow one. You smelled so good, like flowers. I couldn’t believe I finally got to hold you the way I’d wanted to for so long. Then we left the dance to go to that party. I know I drank way too much and came on too strong to you.”

  “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. I wanted to be with you, too.”

  “Our first time together should’ve been more romantic than in the backseat of someone’s car.”

  “You cared about pleasing me. Most eighteen-year-old horny guys would’ve gotten off as quickly as possible and not worried about me. You made sure I came.”

  “Yeah, but I wish it could’ve been more special.” He slid his hand beneath her hair to cradle her nape. “I didn’t do much better with our second time together. It should’ve been better than in my recliner. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” She took his hand, held it between both of hers. “I don’t know how it could’ve been any better. I came so hard, my brain was scrambled.”

  “Mine, too.” He tugged her closer for a soft kiss. It soon morphed into a longer, deeper, more passionate one that left him struggling to breathe normally. “How do you feel about more brain scrambling?”

  Keely shook her head. “Not now.”

  That wasn’t the answer Nick expected, especially since her breathing sounded as ragged as his. “What?”

  “I’m not taking the chance of you hurting your ankle again. You get your cast on tomorrow. That’ll stabilize it and we won’t have to worry about bumping it.”

  He couldn’t believe she’d say no. His cock didn’t believe it either. “I can be careful.”

  “No, Nick. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Her concern for him—although frustrating to his lower anatomy—made him care even more for her. He’d carried the feelings quietly inside him for years. He didn’t want to remain quiet any longer. He kissed her softly again, then looked into her amazing eyes. “I love you, Keely.”

  The sheen of tears turned her eyes to sparkling emeralds. “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  He kissed her again, then drew her back into his arms. “So, what do we do for the rest of the evening since sex is out? It’s out all night? Even when we go to bed?”

  “It’s out all night, even when we go to bed.”

  “Damn, you’re mean.”

  Keely grinned. “We could cuddle on the couch and watch a sappy holiday movie.”

  “How sappy?”

  “As sappy as they get.”

  Nick playfully sighed. “The things a guy will do for love. Okay, I’ll agree to a holiday movie if I get popcorn.”

  “Deal.”

  9

  Keely awoke to a warm, wet tongue gently licking her labia.

  With her eyes still closed, she arched her hips to get her pussy closer to the sexy caress. The tongue slid across her folds, up and down her slit, around her clit. It moved slowly, repeating the same journey again and again, building up her desire a bit at a time instead of in a rush.

  She spread her legs farther apart. A growl vibrated against her feminine lips, she assumed in approval for her movement. Propping one foot on the bed, she let her knee fall to the side, opening her thighs even more.

  Nick’s hands slid beneath her ass and lifted her pussy closer to his mouth. His tongue turned even more wicked, flashing all over her intimate flesh. The combined moisture of his mouth and her channel crept down the cleft between her cheeks. He took that moisture and spread it over her anus. One thumb breached the sensitive hole.

  Keely had never been a fan of anal play, until now. Nick took his time and actually played instead of being too rough. He withdrew his thumb, circled the hole, then pushed his thumb back inside. His free hand slid up her body to cradle one breast. He plucked at her nipple while he continued the gentle assault on her pussy.

  The orgasm built deep in her womb. It crept up her spine before rushing throughout her body. Keely grabbed handfuls of Nick’s hair and bucked against his mouth while pulses of pleasure went on and on as if they would never stop.

  Her senses hadn’t returned to normal when Nick rose up over her body, bracing himself on his stiff arms. His hard cock nestled perfectly between her thighs.

  “Good morning,” he said, his voice gruff.

  “Good morning.” Her voice sounded as gruff as his and scratchy from barely awakening.

  He shifted his hips and pressed his shaft more firmly against her pussy. “You’re so beautiful, Keely, but even more so when you come.”

  He kissed her softly, sweetly. She could smell herself on his lips, his breath. She parted her lips to allow his tongue entrance into her mouth. He didn’t accept her offer, didn’t deepen the kiss, but left it easy and loving.

  His hips shifted again, his cock slipped inside her. He began to thrust as sweetly as his kisses. Keely wrapped her arms around him, urged him closer. Relaxing his arms, he reclined on top of her body. His hand slid beneath her ass again to hold her in place while he pumped. Keely hooked one leg around his waist to hold him even closer.

  He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. Keely could tell by the way he held her, by the way he thrust steadily and tenderly, how much he cared for her. Tears filled
her eyes to know that they had finally come together after all the years of waiting.

  He stiffened and moaned deep in his throat. He thrust once, twice, three times, then lay still. In no hurry to move, Keely ran her hands up and down his back and over his butt while he recuperated.

  Nick kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her lips. The tender look on his face quickly faded when he looked into her eyes. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no, of course you didn’t hurt me. They’re happy tears, I promise.”

  He swiped his thumb beneath her moist eye. “As long as you’re sure they’re happy tears, then they’re okay.”

  “I’m sure.”

  The kiss started out sweet again, then deepened and became more passionate. Keely could feel his cock hardening once more inside her.

  His mouth moved to her neck, his teeth nipped at her skin. “What time is my appointment with Don?”

  It took Keely a few moments to concentrate enough to form an answer. “Eleven.”

  “It’s barely eight. That gives us plenty of time for another round.”

  The mention of Nick’s appointment with his doctor froze Keely. She pushed on his shoulders to get him to raise his head. “Your ankle! Damn it, Nick, I told you last night no more sex until you get your cast.”

  Nick kissed the tip of her nose. “My ankle is fine. I draped my foot off the edge of the bed so I wouldn’t bump it.”

  His statement made Keely realize they lay diagonally on the bed. He must have moved her while she still slept. “How did you move me without my knowing?”

  “A horny man is clever.”

  Keely couldn’t help laughing at Nick’s wicked grin, even though she should be angry at him for taking the chance on hurting his foot the way he had last night. Her laughter died when he kissed her again. He thrust once, letting her feel that he would have no problem with another round of lovemaking.

  “I don’t think we should take any chances,” she said once he moved his lips to her neck.

  “Chances?”

  “Maybe you should lie still and let me do the work. So you don’t hurt your ankle.”

  He raised his head again and gave her that wicked grin. “Well, if you insist.”