Back to Buckhorn

by Lori Foster

  Garrett lifted her hand, kissed her knuckles.

  That small kiss held encouragement and understanding, spurring her to tell it all. “He...he shouted and cursed, called me some vile names and punched the wall right by my head. He hit it hard enough to leave a big hole there, and his knuckles were bleeding.”

  Garrett went still.

  “It terrified me, and that made me furious.” To explain that, she said, “I always lose my temper when I’m scared.”

  “That’s better than giving in to the fear.”

  “I guess.” A damp breeze drifted over her skin; here, now, with Garrett, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but not in a bad way...which made no sense at all. “I pushed him away and told him to get out and never come back. It was like I flipped a switch. He went from furious to sorry and pleading.” Her breath caught. “He begged me to forgive him.”

  “But you made him leave anyway.”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her knuckles again. “That was the smart thing to do, Zoey.”

  “It didn’t feel smart after he died.” Her stomach cramped, remembering the devastating news, the guilt that had all but smothered her.

  “What happened after he left wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault.”

  Seeking a measure of calm, she pulled away from his hold, folded both hands behind her head and focused on that big, star-studded sky. It was easier than looking at Garrett. “That’s not how everyone else saw it. I went from being a nobody to being public enemy number one.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Close enough.” Had he scooted nearer somehow? He seemed to be looming over her. She kind of liked it. “It wasn’t easy coming back here.”

  “You’re strong and brave.”

  Laughing, she slanted him a look. Yep, definitely closer. “You like to see the best in people.” The moonlight and firelight competed to emphasize all the most appealing angles of his face, the width of his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps. She sighed. “If it weren’t for my mom, I wouldn’t have come back. Ever.”

  “I’m sorry she’s hurt,” he whispered. “But damn, Zoey, I’m glad you’re here.”

  * * *

  Garrett had deliberately chosen to eat outside with her, thinking it would be safer than being indoors...near a bed. But seeing Zoey like this, relaxed, sharing, with the stars shining above her and her clear enjoyment of nature, well, it was worse than having a bed nearby.

  It was heated foreplay, and he felt himself reacting.

  Filtered through the leaves of tall trees, the moonlight played with her body, slipping over the swells of her breasts, the length of her thighs.

  It’d be so easy to lean down to her, to kiss her...and more. To let his hands explore all that warm, dewy skin.

  Even while he fought with himself, his breathing deepened and his muscles tensed. The shorts she wore teased him, exposing so much and concealing so little. And that V-necked T-shirt, dipping low to her cleavage. Every so often when she moved, he saw the edge of lace on her bra and it drove him nuts.

  Each time he saw her, he discovered something new about her, something nice, or enticing, or...lust-inspiring. Without seeming to try, she reeled him in with open smiles, silly conversation and her big heart.

  In many ways she was such a dichotomy—strong and accepting, ready to tackle the past and future alike. But so soft, too, her hair, her skin, that peek of lace...and her attitude toward others.

  He didn’t want to be a sap, but her emotional generosity really got to him. He’d never known a woman like her—sympathetic enough to help care for a sick kid, understanding in the face of insults.

  Even Carrie, with her nasty reception and hateful barbs, hadn’t been able to dent Zoey’s natural compassion. He’d been furious with Carrie and Cody, but Zoey had been calm and thoughtful.

  “You’re so quiet,” she whispered. “What are you thinking?”

  Her light brown hair, baby fine, fanned out around her head, drawing his fingers. “I’m having a hard time not kissing you.”

  “Oh.” She dropped her gaze to his mouth. “You can, you know.”

  Encouragement was the last thing he needed, because he knew the truth even if she didn’t. “Kissing will lead to more.”

  “Like...?”

  Laughing a little roughly, he sat up and turned away from temptation. Remember what Amber said, remember what—”Like how I’d love to get you out of those shorts.” The words left his mouth and he wanted to kick his own butt. From the moment she’d come downstairs from his shower when she’d arrived in town, every instinct he had as a man told him to go after her.

  To get her.

  He wasn’t used to fighting himself. Before Zoey, it had never been an issue.

  Zoey said nothing, and the silence condemned him. She hadn’t been back to town that long, she had a full plate, and here he was pressing her for sex.

  As soon as he got himself together he’d apologize.

  Just the fact that he had to collect himself proved his reaction to Zoey was different. As a firefighter, he’d learned to stay calm no matter what.

  As a man, that personality trait had come naturally in all relationships.

  Now he felt far from calm. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this physically and emotionally drawn in.

  Yet his meddling sister had to go and spell out a dozen legitimate reasons why Zoey should be off-limits for casual sex.

  He heard the rustling of her movements as she came to her feet, likely to call an end to the evening—not that he could blame her.

  With the apology forthcoming, he turned—

  And Zoey unzipped her shorts.

  He froze, every muscle clenched tight as he waited, watching her, anticipation burning hot.

  She pushed the shorts over her hips and let them fall to her ankles.

  God, she was gorgeous.

  She stood there with her T-shirt rumpled, her hair messy, wearing that same sexy pair of panties that she’d dropped in his driveway.

  “Well?” Twisting her fingers together, she whispered, “Say something already.”

  He had no words. Scooping an arm around her behind, he tugged her closer and pressed his face against her, kissing the bared flesh of her belly between the bottom of her T-shirt and those minuscule panties that barely covered her.

  She felt smooth and soft, smelled indescribably good. He opened his mouth against her skin for a gentle love bite, then soothed the spot with his tongue while tasting her warm skin. He wanted to devour her. Every inch of her.

  Right here in the open yard.

  Moaning out a soft sound of acceptance, as if that plan worked for her, Zoey sank her fingers into his hair and held him closer.

  In that moment, Garrett had no doubts; right or wrong, he’d already reached the point of no return.

  Chapter Four

  Sliding a hand around to her shapely ass, Garrett cuddled her closer. He wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once, and he wanted more of her mouth.

  God, her mouth.

  He easily levered her weight, lowering her to the blanket again.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “You’re strong.”

  “You’re small. And sweet.” He slid his gaze down her body, over her breasts to her belly, lower. “And so fucking hot.”

  Drawing in a shuddering breath, she watched him. “I’ve never heard you talk dirty.”

  “It’s a wonder I can talk at all.” Sitting back to look at her, he said, “I’m on the ragged edge here.” Looking wasn’t enough, so he opened a hand on her flat belly. Breathing deeply, he trailed his palm up to the dip of her waist, pushed the T-shirt up over her ribs, all the way to her bra.

  Zoey surprised him by sitting up, grabbing
the hem of her shirt and jerking it off over her head. “You, too,” she ordered.

  He obliged, stripping off his shirt and tossing it by hers.

  With purring interest, she put her small, warm hands against him, spreading her fingers out over his chest.

  He brought her in for another taste and, keeping his mouth on hers, lowered her to the blanket once more. He was aware of the crackling fire, the sounds of nature.

  And Zoey.

  Each small sound she made, each shiver and gasp, made him want more.

  He was content to enjoy her mouth for a good long while, each kiss hotter, longer.

  Damn, the girl could kiss.

  When she pushed him to his back, he went willingly, enjoying the way she sprawled over him, how she stroked his shoulders and chest and down to his abs.

  When her busy hands reached the front of his jeans, he went still. “Zoey...” he rasped in warning.

  “Mmm?” Sitting up, she tackled his snap and carefully, agonizingly, lowered the zipper.

  Like a sexy angel, she knelt beside him, the firelight making a halo of her tangled hair. Muscles pulled taut in anticipation, he watched as she slipped a hand inside his fly...and stroked along his length.

  Groaning, he tried to think of all the reasons why he shouldn’t let her rush things. But damn, with her hand working him, rushing seemed like a very good idea.

  He was dying to see her, all of her, so while she stayed occupied making him insane, he reached for the front closure of her bra.

  It opened easily, the cups parting to show soft, full breasts and tight, pink nipples.

  Zoey removed her hand long enough to shrug off the bra, leaving her naked except for those sinful panties. Before she could go back to tormenting him, Garrett sat up to remove his shoes and socks, then stood to shove out of his jeans.

  Still on her knees, now in front of him, Zoey said, “The boxers, too.”

  He had no problem with that and shucked them off as well.

  Like a living fantasy, Zoey gave another vibrating “mmmm,” and reached for him.

  A smidgen of reality wormed in past the smoldering lust and Garrett caught her hands. “Hold up a second.”

  Staring up at him, her green eyes big and—damn—hungry, she whispered, “Why?”

  It took a lot of fortitude on his part, but Garrett came down to his knees with her. Getting the words out wasn’t easy, but for Zoey, he managed. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Definitely.”

  Her answer came too fast for him to take it seriously. “You haven’t been in town that long—”

  “I’m ready.”

  “—and I’m rushing you.”

  Laughing, she toppled him backward so that she was on top again, her light brown hair forming a curtain around them. “Are you always this hesitant about sex?”

  “No.” God, no. He loved sex. Always. “I want you to know that you’re different.” As in special, damn it.

  “Really?” Even though she sounded impressed by that, she squirmed on him, shattering his resolve. “That’s sweet.”

  “Zoey.” Garrett curved one hand to her jaw, the other to her ass, trying to keep her still. “I can wait if you need me to.”

  “Well, aren’t you superhuman,” she teased.

  Damn straight, because that’s what it took to be noble with her.

  “The thing is...I’m not.” Zoey lightly bit his bottom lip. “And it’s been a long time for me.” A sweet, barely there kiss on his chest. “And I’m ready now, as in right now.” To emphasize that point, she moved against his straining erection. “Once my mom is here, I won’t have much opportunity for stuff like this.”

  Was she already putting a time limit on their relationship? Like hell. Sure, her mom would need some help, but they’d figure it out.

  “So please,” she said, giving him another little nibble, “no more talking—unless it’s to say something naughty or enticing. You know, to turn me on more.” She trailed her hot little tongue along his ribs, and lower. “Not that I need it, because seriously, Garrett, I’m there.”

  When her mouth teased over his hip, he gave up. Again.

  “Do you have protection?” she whispered.

  He could feel her hot breath. “Yeah.”

  “I figured.” She closed both hands around him, nuzzled against him and he knew, flat-out knew, if he felt her mouth on him, he’d never be able to hold out. They’d have to save that for later, when he wasn’t coiled so tight.

  Catching her forearms, he dragged her up his body so he could take her mouth again, then turned her under him. “My turn.”

  “But I wasn’t done.”

  “Any more of that and I would’ve been.”

  “Oh.” Satisfaction curled her lips.

  Sweet, silly Zoey.

  “I think I’d like that,” she whispered. “Pushing you to lose control.”

  He cupped her breasts. “I’ll look forward to it. Later though, okay?” Lowering his head, he drew in one nipple, pleased with the way her back arched, how her breath caught, the clench of her fingers in his hair. He kept it light, suckling gently before moving to the other side. He drew her in, harder this time, and moved his hand down to her panties.

  She lifted into his touch, her breathing ragged. Finding her panties already damp pushed him dangerously close to the breaking point.

  Insane. He loved to tease, building the pleasure, but now, with Zoey, he felt consumed with the need to get inside her.

  Hoping she was ready, he moved his fingers inside the material, stroking over her, parting her and finding her silky, wet and hot.

  “Garrett, now.”

  “This?” he teased.

  She held her breath when he slowly worked two fingers into her, pressing them deep, keeping the heel of his hand firm against her.

  “Now,” she insisted on a gasp.

  “Soon,” he whispered.

  She clamped around his fingers, and he felt new moisture slicking his hand. “Now, now, now—”

  Her urgency spurred his own. It took him only seconds to snag up his jeans and locate a condom. Eyes heavy, Zoey watched him tear open the foil packet and roll it on. He reached for her hips, snagging his fingers in the waistband of those sexy little panties.

  With more haste than finesse, he tugged them off. She wanted him to rush, but he needed to take a minute just to look at all of her. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

  “Flattery will get you everything.”

  It wasn’t flattery, just truth, but she kept curling her toes and shifting, and he knew she was in the same shape as him.

  He liked that she wanted him so much, that she felt the same chemistry.

  “Garrett?” Her breasts trembled with her broken breaths. “Don’t be a tease.”

  Smiling, he settled between her legs, then said, “Kiss me, Zoey,” doing what he could to hold off, wanting it to last.

  She did, but went one further. When her slim legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking at the small of his back, Garrett groaned his surrender.

  He adjusted, positioned himself...and slid deep.

  On that very first thrust, she cried out. Knowing sounds carried on the lake, he kissed her, and kept on kissing her even while riding slow and deep. She matched him in every way, countering with a roll of her hips, holding him tighter and tighter.

  Given how quickly she started coming, she’d been even closer to the edge than him. Those sweet, internal contractions milked him, her heated scent enveloped him, and she arched hard, putting her head back on a harsh, high moan.

  That did it for him.

  Pressing his face against her neck, he gave in to release, still rocking into her until all his tension eased away.

  He thought
to keep his weight off her, but Zoey hugged him tight, so he carefully settled atop her.

  Her long sigh of satisfaction made him smile—until he felt her stiffen. “What’s wrong?”

  “I think I heard something.”

  A second later, he heard it, too.

  * * *

  Zoey had been adrift in utter bliss, her limbs still tingling, the weight of Garrett’s hot, hard body offering a very unique comfort.

  Until a rustle in the bushes to the right pulled them apart.

  She stared into the darkness. “What was that?”

  Eyes narrowed, Garrett said, “I don’t know.” He pressed a hand to her shoulder. “Stay put.”

  “I’m naked,” she reminded him in a panicked whisper.

  “Not like I’d forget.” He handed her T-shirt to her and pulled on his boxers and jeans.

  She watched him. “What did you do with the condom?”

  Even with firelight making the shadows dance, she saw the incredulity in his glance.

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “But I’ve never done this outdoors thing before.”

  Just as quietly, he said, “Tossed it in the fire.”

  “Oh.” Ingenious. As he started to step away, panic set in. “What are you doing?”

  Keys rattled when he pulled a key chain from his pocket with a small flashlight connected to it. “Checking on things.”

  She said, “Oh,” again.

  Garrett shone the low light over the tall weeds...and they both saw the movement.

  Her heart hammering, Zoey quickly yanked on her panties. “Probably just a critter,” she said hopefully.

  “Not a raccoon or possum,” he said. “Too big.”

  Too big? The weeds moved more, parted...and a pair of eyes reflected off the beam of the small flashlight. She nearly swallowed her heart. “That’s not a snake, right?”

  “Stay still,” Garrett told her.

  She went one further and held her breath...until the dog came slinking out.

  Oh, thank God.

  “Hey,” Garrett said softly to the animal. “Easy, boy.”

  Zoey almost melted. How could Garrett be so freaking awesome all the time? Few men could transition from incredible stud to stalwart protector to gentle caregiver without a hitch. Being so gorgeous was just overkill.