Enticed by the Billionaire Cowboy [Wives for the Western Billionaires 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Paige Cameron

  She breathed in his masculine scent with every breath. His lips softly touched her abdomen and around her mound to her inner thighs. Her pussy ached and pulsed with hunger to feel him deep inside. When he bit her inner thigh, her pussy flooded her lower lips with her juice. He rubbed his tongue across the light pink spot.

  “When I smell your desire, my cock gets harder.”

  “Come closer to me, and let me feel how hard it is.”

  He straddled her upper body, being careful not to restrict her breathing. Her hand grasped his cock, and she heard him groan.

  “Your skin is like satin covering hardness.” Her fingers ran up and down his length and across his crown. She sucked on her finger. “Salty and sexy.” Then she clasped his cock tighter.

  Gently, he removed her hand. “I’m ready to explode. I want to sink into your hot pussy.” He slid down and spread her legs. This time he separated her folds and licked her nub. A zing went up her spine, and every cell in her body fired up.

  Gab continued to lick, nibble, and taste. “Your juices are so sweet.”

  She pushed herself against his demanding mouth as her passion for him became ravenousness. His mouth tormented her until she pleaded with him to take her.

  But Gab ignored her. He reached up to incite her more by pinching her one nipple and pulling on the other. Her body bowed with the bombardment of excitement and hunger he had boiling in her veins. A wave of heat and electricity ran from her feet to the top of her head as the deepest and strongest orgasm she’d ever had took control of her body. She screamed out Gab’s name when he plunged in all the way and held her tight, while the waves of exhilaration flooded her body.

  Dimly she was aware of him beginning to thrust in and out, faster and faster. Her pussy walls still rippled around his cock. Her fingers reached for him and rubbed across his nipples. His cock jerked and surged forward to hold against her womb. Then Gab groaned when his orgasm swept him away.

  Her pussy continued to pulse against his cock, and a sweet wave of desire warmed her heart through and through.

  When he lay to the side, he pulled her against his body and kissed the top of her head. He inhaled deeply and his heart still drummed against her chest.

  “You are some woman, darlin’. Perfect for me.”

  She put her leg over his. “It was good.”

  “Good.” Gab raised his head. “What does it take to get a wonderful, amazing, astounding comment out of you?”

  Grace tilted her head down so he didn’t see her smile. “I guess you’ll have to work harder.”

  “I may kill myself trying, but I’ll die happy.” He squeezed her, and then tickled her. She almost fell off the bed getting away from him.

  “I’m ready to go see your house.”

  “Go off for a minute. Let me recuperate.”

  “I’ll shower, while the old man rests,” she said and ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

  “You’ll pay later,” he yelled.

  She hummed under the warm water. She was falling under his spell, too soon. But her heart didn’t know how to put the brakes on.

  Chapter Nine

  “Do I understand you will let me protect you?” Gab asked Grace. He was driving her to his house. “I’ll stay at the cabin with you, and you can sleep without worrying.”

  “There are conditions. You will sleep in the other room.”

  “Why?”

  “We’re moving fast as it is. I want to know the person you’ve become before I fall in love with you. If I do,” she added. She was lying again. She’d pretty much fallen all the way, but she still feared making a fool of herself the second time around.

  “Darlin’, you know you love me. But I understand you aren’t ready to say so. It’s the trust issue.” He glanced her way. “I hope it doesn’t take as long for you to trust me as it took me to realize and admit you were the one I loved and wanted.”

  He took a right turn and drove for another mile before she saw the house in the distance.

  “You wanted some serious privacy.”

  “Yes. I’m going to fence the five acres around here, and the gate at the front will have a code to open it. I’ll be able to open it from a connection in the house or a link I’ll carry in my pocket.”

  Grace didn’t respond. She stared at the house as they got closer. She saw a wide front porch and several chimneys. There was a barn in the background. When he stopped, she turned to him with tears in her eyes.

  “You built my dream house. The one I described to you during that summer.”

  “I remembered later. You must have described it twenty times. It stuck in my head. I liked the design. When I knew I wanted to get you back, I decided to build this for you.” He swung his hand out to encompass the whole area. Then he went around and opened her door.

  “Come in. See if you like it.” He brushed the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t want to make you cry.”

  “I can’t believe you recalled all those silly dreams of mine.”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “Although part of me said run if you want to see the world, another part must have been taking in all you were saying.”

  Grace was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions of joy and sadness. She’d never expected he’d build her house. Shaking inside, she stepped forward. Gab took her arm and led her into the living room.

  The double fireplace she’d envisioned between the living room and family room had been set right in the middle of the wall between. It was just as she’d drawn. Wide front windows gave a view of the rolling hills toward the road.

  He walked her into the family room and to the left where the kitchen had been built. He watched her closely.

  Her hand went to her mouth. The kitchen area was huge with two wall ovens, a modern stove, big refrigerator, and a nook at one end for sitting. At the other end was a pantry big enough for the large family she’d wanted.

  Tears flooded her cheeks. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or hit you for the assumption I’d marry you and live in this house.”

  “I like the kissing part best, but you can kick me if it’ll make you feel better.”

  She hit him in the chest with her open hand. “Darn you,” she cried and ran out the side door, coming to an abrupt stop. There was her garden, and someone had planted a few flowers but left plenty of room for vegetables next spring.

  Gab stepped behind her and his arms circled her waist. “There aren’t any strings attached. You don’t have to marry me because I built all this.”

  She stepped out of his arms and turned to face him. “If I don’t, someone else will live in my house.” She tilted her head. “Or I can have my own constructed just like this one. Whoever you marry will hate having a duplicate house like your old girlfriend’s. That’s exactly what I’ll do. I’m going to choose a plot of land on the Brodie ranch and get started.”

  He followed her to the car. When they got inside he said, “I suppose this means you won’t decorate the place for me.”

  “You’re a smart man. Get someone else.”

  But as soon as she said the words, she regretted them.

  Grace wanted this house to be hers and Gab’s, but she didn’t plan to tell him. Maybe once they’d been together longer, the newness would wear off, and they’d go their separate ways. His protecting her had become a good idea. They’d see how they did on an everyday basis.

  “I still intend to keep you safe,” he said, seeming to read her mind.

  “If you insist.”

  Gab briefly closed his eyes.

  * * * *

  Grace went straight to her workroom when they got to the cabin. “Don’t disturb me,” she said to Gab. “Doesn’t your father need your help with his barn?” She brushed by him and went to her bedroom. When she came out Gab was pacing the living room. “Go work with your dad. I’m sure I’ll be fine during the day. I have my rifle and pistol loaded and ready, if I need them.”

  He looked torn between going and staying. “If
anything happened…”

  “Go. I’ll be fine.” She pushed him toward the door.

  “I’ll leave for a few hours. But I’ll be back by four o’clock.”

  “Here’s an extra key to the front door.” She pulled it out of her pocket and handed it to him. Then she walked into the study.

  She listened as the front door shut and the lock clicked. Then his truck started, and he left.

  Alone she let the tears she’d held back run down her face. Her beautiful house built exactly as she’d pictured it. She wasn’t sure why she cried, but all her emotions had been on a roller coaster this past week. Seeing the house was a shock and tipped her over the edge.

  Grace tried to work on designing her line of dresses, but she couldn’t concentrate. Visions of how she’d decorate the house kept getting in the way. Finally, in exasperation, she changed clothes and walked outside to the gardens Gina had planted when she’d lived here. Grace pulled weeds. It was a mindless activity, and the warm sun caressed her face, arms, and back as she worked.

  It was silent around her except for the birds flying back and forth in the trees and a lone train whistle in the distance. She stood and stretched. She’d left her protection inside. But Fred wouldn’t find her here. Anyway, he wouldn’t chance losing his job by chasing after her. The job was everything to Fred.

  Suddenly, the birds began to fly around and squawk. Grace had noticed several nests in the trees the other day. The birds with the nests were noticeably upset. Her heart started pounding. She sprinted for the door, got inside, and locked it. Then she went and got her rifle.

  She opened the front door and yelled, “If you’re out there, Fred, be careful. I won’t hesitate to shoot you.”

  The birds had quieted. She didn’t hear any sound of a person moving around. Mom and everyone including Gab are getting to me. I overreacted, and I feel like a fool.

  * * * *

  “It smells good in here.” Gab kissed the side of Grace’s neck. “I’ll shower and change and be right back.” He gave her a pat on the butt and left the room.

  Grace’s body shivered in response to his touch. “Traitor,” she mumbled to her body.

  To settle down from her scare, she’d decided to cook dinner. Cutting and chopping the vegetables had given her a certain satisfaction and had calmed her nerves. Grace discovered it was more fun to prepare a meal when someone she cared about was going to eat it.

  She bent to pull the biscuits out of the oven just as Gab returned. “That’s a beautiful sight, darlin’.” He stood at the door, staring at her backside.

  Maybe she’d made a mistake putting on shorts and a waist-length top. Or perhaps I’m so conflicted between my feelings of wanting to keep him close one moment, and at arm’s length the next, my strongest desire took over.

  “May I help you with those?” Gab asked.

  Grace shook her head. She’d been holding the hot pan of biscuits. She set them on the stove.

  He took the two glasses of iced tea from the counter by the refrigerator and placed them by the two plates on the kitchen table.

  “I thought you didn’t like to cook.”

  “I get in the mood at times. I am my mother’s daughter.”

  Gab peeked under the foil covering on the roaster. She brushed his hand away.

  “Sit, it’s a surprise. First we’ll have our salads.” She pulled two spinach salads out of the fridge.

  “Did you go shopping?”

  “The other day. How much work did you get done on your father’s barn?” she asked as they began to eat.

  “A good bit. I’m later than I wanted to be, but I got back before dark. Did you get some work done?”

  “Not really. My mind wasn’t in a creative mood.”

  “Are you still upset about the house?”

  “A little. I’d rather not talk about it.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “Something has you on edge. What happened while I was gone?”

  “Nothing. I’m just spooked with all this talk about Fred.”

  “What frightened you?” Gab put down his fork.

  She hadn’t meant to tell him. But it was hard to keep lying, and dumb, too. What if it had been Fred?

  “I couldn’t work so I went outside to pull weeds. It’s very therapeutic.”

  “And?”

  “The birds were flying around happy, chirping, then suddenly they started making loud noises, especially the ones who had nests nearby. I didn’t see anyone, but I sprinted to the door and got inside. Then I got my rifle and stood in the entrance and told him, if it was Fred, that I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him. But it was all quiet. See, I spook easily.”

  Gab frowned. “You went outside without your gun? How can we keep you safe if you don’t do as you promise and take this threat seriously?”

  Grace jumped up and went to the roaster to start removing the vegetables to a bowl and the roast to a platter. This was a meal she knew Gab loved. He’d gone silent behind her. Then he got up and walked out of the kitchen.

  In a minute she heard him on the phone. “I agree, Graham. We’ll meet at your mother’s in an hour and a half.”

  “What are you doing?” Grace stood at his elbow.

  “I called a family meeting. Graham will notify everyone. It’s time you told all your family what’s going on. They’ll help keep you safe. I’m frustrated with you for not taking care of yourself. I’m also angry at myself for leaving you this afternoon. That won’t happen again.”

  “You can’t take charge and tell me what to do!”

  “Yes, I can, and I am. I don’t intend to let anything happen to you.” The scowl on his face softened. “You fixed my favorite meal. Let’s eat.” He brushed his lips across her mouth, and then he steered her toward the kitchen and the table where she’d placed all the food.

  Grace wanted to argue, but couldn’t. She’d been stupid and deserved the dressing-down. At this point her brothers would never forgive her if she didn’t let them help. Darn, why did he have to be right?

  Gab grinned across the table. “I can almost hear the wheels turning in your brain. Relax, and eat. This is great food. Thanks for cooking for me.”

  “It wasn’t only for you. I’m hungry, too.”

  “But it is my favorite.”

  “True. Don’t let it go to your head.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “You are one tough lady, and you don’t give an inch. Damn, I love you.”

  She blushed at his words, and her heart softened even more. She observed him from across the table. His blue eyes reminded her of a summer sky, and his shiny, black hair curled slightly from his shower. Broad shoulders filled out the blue shirt he’d put on, and no one looked sexier in a pair of jeans. How had he not gotten caught before now and married?

  “Your intent stare is unnerving me.”

  “Now you know how I feel when you stare at my butt.”

  “But you’re pretty and irresistible.”

  “Most women would say you are, also.”

  “Pretty?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “No, sexy.” She laughed when he blushed.

  “Eat, woman, and let me enjoy this meal.”

  “I’ll give you a break until after dinner.”

  * * * *

  They were the last to arrive. Grace knew all her brothers’ vehicles. They were parked around her mother’s house, all except Clay’s. Thank goodness he was in New York. She had one less person to deal with. They weren’t going to be happy she’d left them out until now.

  “Mom, I’m back with my guard.” Grace nodded at Gab.

  “Come in. We’re all sitting around the dining room table, and the children are playing in the den. I’ve turned it into a playroom.”

  When they walked in the dining room, all eyes stared at her and Gab. Grace glanced around the table at Dirk, his wife, Chelsea, and Rand and Marian. Sam sat at one end with Sylvia, and Graham had his arm around Gina’s shoulders. The family group had grown bigger th
e last few years with the addition of the daughters-in-law and children. Grace’s mother placed her and Gab at the opposite end of the table from Sam. Then she sat by Grace.

  Their attention was focused on Grace. Sylvia nodded and smiled.

  “I want to say at the start I didn’t tell you all because I didn’t believe there was a problem,” Grace said. “Gab has convinced me there might be, so he called this meeting.”

  “You knew we’d want to be involved. It’s not like when we were kids and bothered you for fun. We’re your family, and we want to help,” Dirk said.

  Her other brothers nodded. Graham sat back with a half-smile on his face, like he was saying, “I told you so.”

  “We don’t know if Fred is in this area,” Grace said. She told them what had happened from the start.

  Chelsea grinned. “You were engaged for two days. You must hold the world record.” Her lightheartedness eased the tension.

  “You’re probably right. When this is over, I’ll check with the Guinness Book of World Records.”

  After they all quit laughing, Gab said, “Today, might have been nothing. We don’t know. But the reason we were late was because my partner in New York called. He’s been checking on Fred. It’s taken a while to get any information. His company doesn’t give it out. But after a few drinks at a bar near the office, one of his colleagues got a loose tongue. He said Fred had gone to meet his fiancé and be with her and her family.

  “Fred might have told them that to save face and take a few days off, or he might be in the vicinity. After today’s episode, I think the latter.”

  “How can we help?” Sam asked.

  “Grace can’t be alone at the cabin. I’d like her to come and live at my new house. They finished it today. We can order what furniture we need right away.”

  “I don’t like that idea.”

  “Your other choices are to stay with one of us or rotate between us. And even if you stay at Gab’s, on our days off one of us will be patrolling the area,” Rand said.

  “I think the sheriff and I can handle that part,” Sylvia spoke up. “Grace did come by the other day.” She glanced at Sam. “She swore me to keep it private. As a resident she has the right to expect I’d agree.” Her chin rose, and she frowned at her husband.