Greyson (Cloves County Cowboys Book 1)

by Amelia Shea

  Britt came around Grey and her jaw dropped open. Surrounded by greenery was a gorgeous waterfall, rock edging out the pool of water below. She stepped closer and was in complete wonderment of how beautiful it was. She felt the light spray of water on her face from the waterfall.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  She turned over her shoulder. “Yeah. Can we swim?”

  “Didn’t think I’d take you somewhere I can’t get ya naked, did ya?”

  She laughed, her head drawn over her shoulder. Grey had already kicked off his boots and was lifting his shirt. He had the most incredible body. Muscles defined, tan and toned with a small dusting of hair on his chest. She followed his hands as he undid his button of his jeans while she leaned down to take off her boots.

  She balanced on one foot until she leaned to the left too much and fell to the ground.

  “Ow!”

  “Y’all right?” Grey kneeled down by her in only his underwear. God, this man was hot. She rubbed her arm and took the hand he held out, propping her back up.

  “Yeah, you distracted me with your hot bod,” she said, winking at him.

  He snorted. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get in, wanna see my girl all wet.”

  “Umm…take a good look ’cause I’m wet right now.” She reached on her toes and licked his lips. He growled and gripped her shorts, ripping them down along with her panties, never losing contact.

  She stepped out of her bottoms and reached for her tank top, but Grey had already pulled it halfway up. Releasing it, she yanked it off and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall down to the ground.

  Their bodies crashed together, hands all over each other and lips fused. Britt didn’t even consider they might not be alone or quite possibly breaking the law for indecent exposure. This was one of those spontaneous moments that would stick in her head forever. Her hands folded over his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

  He lifted her off the ground and walked over to the edge of the pool of water. Her eyes shot open when she felt herself falling. Grey had tossed her in the water. His smirk was the last thing she saw before her head went under. The cool water washed over her body and she swam to the surface, breaching the water.

  Grey stood at the edge, laughing. She splashed water at him. “Jerk.” He laughed harder.

  She narrowed her eyes but burst out laughing. He’d better watch out, she’d get him back. Turning away, she swam toward the falls. His laughter died and a large splash sounded from behind her.

  She was almost to the rocks when his arm wrapped around her stomach and pulled her into his chest. She felt his lips on her neck and she tilted her head to give him more room. They waded in the water, enjoying the sound of the waterfall and the peacefulness.

  Britt had usually downplayed her relationships, never taking them too seriously. With every man she’d been with, she could never picture it lasting longer than a few months. She had never given much thought to marriage or children, until now.

  Rationally, she knew it was too soon to be feeling what she felt for Grey. Lust and attraction, yes. But love? Being together forever, possibly with kids? No, it was way too soon.

  “What’s going on in your pretty head?” He peppered kisses over her neck, down to her shoulder. Her hand covered his, which was resting around her belly.

  “Nothing.”

  “You were thinking something,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me.”

  “Honestly?”

  “Always.”

  “Okay, but you might get freaked out. You’ve been warned.”

  She let the silence sit between them. This would definitely freak him out. Hell, it was freaking her out. She tried to think of something else to say, but her mind drew a blank. Oh well, here goes. She was ready for it. Most men jumped ship at the talk of commitment, let alone marriage.

  “I was thinking of marriage and having kids someday.”

  She waited on his reaction, thinking he’d let her go and run for his clothes. She waited on his panic. Then she waited some more.

  “Yeah? You want to get married, have kids?”

  “Yeah.” Her answer came out low, almost a whisper. “You?”

  His arms hugged her closer. “I want to get married, have lots of kids.”

  “Lots? How many is lots?”

  “As many as my wife is willing to give me. What ’bout you, how many?”

  “I don’t know, two, maybe three.”

  His chin rested on her shoulder. “Hmm…I can live with three.”

  Britt smiled, knowing what the innuendo meant. This was crazy talking and thinking. As irrational as it was to even be discussing marriage and family, after only a short time together, she liked his answer.

  Britt ducked out of Grey’s arms, swimming under the water and pulling his legs out from under him. She swam to the top and broke through the water, waiting for him to pop up. A second later, he came through the water and shook his head, spraying the water in every direction. His dark gaze landing on Britt, but she smiled and shrugged. “I was just playing with you.”

  He gave her a sinister smile. “I can be playful, too.”

  They spent the next two hours swimming and talking and a little fooling around. Britt was surprised they hadn’t had sex right there in the open. She wouldn’t have minded, but there was something nice about just being carefree together without the sex.

  She had just finished getting dressed, slipping into her boots, when she heard the crackle of thunder and lightning shoot across the sky. Following the line of the sky, she could see the dark clouds rolling in fast.

  Grey grabbed her hand and they rushed back to his truck, barely making it inside before the skies opened and the rain poured down.

  “Damn, storm came on quick.”

  “Yeah, thought the storm was going west but I guess it had different plans.”

  The drive back was longer than the ride there. The cab of the truck was quiet except for the music on the radio. Grey seemed focused on the road. Britt stayed quiet, not wanting to distract him. There were a few times it rained so hard, seeing out of the windshield was almost impossible.

  It was close to dinnertime when they arrived back at Cloves County. Heading down Main Street, it looked almost deserted.

  “Where is everybody?”

  “Probably closing everything early. This storm was supposed to spare us but by the looks of it, it’s going to hit us hard.” He sighed. “I gotta be at the ranch tonight.”

  Britt looked over. He seemed bummed about it. She was really disappointed. She had wanted him to spend the night again. Waking up next to him was something she would miss. But it was out of his control.

  “Okay, I understand. You can just drop me off.”

  His hand landed on hers, grabbing her attention. “Darlin’, you’re coming home with me. I gotta handle things but it won’t take too long. If I get called out later, you can hang out and watch television or whatever.”

  “Oh, okay.” She answered as though he asked, even though Grey was telling her.

  “Call Lucas, he’s probably got everything under control but find out if he needs anything. I might be able to spare a few hands.”

  Brit tried calling Lucas, but it went straight to voicemail. However, he replied to her text immediately.

  Lucas: Good here. Gonna stay the night in the main house, if it’s okay with you?

  Britt: Of course. Do you need me to come home?

  Lucas: No. Stay safe and I’ll keep you posted if anything happens here.

  Britt: Thanks, Lucas.

  “I’m all yours until the storm passes.” Britt glanced over at Grey.

  His hand reached out, gripping hers and pulling it into his lap. He drove the remaining twenty minutes back to his place. Driving up his long drive, she noticed candles flickering on the first floor of his parents’ home.

  “Did you lose power?” she asked.

  Grey drove further past the barn and up the small hill toward his house. �
�Looks like it. We have a generator for the barns and the main house but Mama likes using the candles when we lose power.”

  He smirked. “When we were kids, we used to try and roast marshmallows over the candles when the power went out.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “Yeah, it was, till Tripp set the curtains on fire.”

  Britt gasped and then burst out laughing.

  His truck slid into the spot in his driveway, closest to the door. “Wait here, I’ll get an umbrella. Think I got one inside.” He opened his door but she reached out, grabbing his arm.

  “Baby, I don’t need an umbrella, I won’t melt in the rain.” She winked and opened her door, sliding out of the truck. She lost her footing on the moist dirt and her foot slipped out from under her. “Oh shit.” She yelped before falling sideways onto the ground in a mushy mud pile. The rain pelted her in the face as she tried to get up. Leaning over, she watched the ground disappear.

  “Dammit, Britt, can’t you listen to me just once.” Grey’s tone was annoyed as he lifted her higher in his arms and rushed to the door. She was still in his arms when he opened the door and went inside, kicking the door closed with his foot.

  Dropping her to her feet, she slithered down his body. His hair was soaked, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them. Her heart raced and her body shivered.

  He stalked toward her, forcing her retreat to the wall in the small foyer.

  Britt backed up against the wall. His hands caged her in on either side of her head, crowding her. She peered up through her lashes, curling up her lips in a small smile. “I can listen, Grey.” She bit her bottom lip and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

  She could hear his breath as he leaned in closer. “Take your shirt off, now.”

  His growl vibrated through her and she slowly lifted her tank top. She barely had any room. He never moved away from her. Dropping the shirt at her feet, she glanced up at him. His eyes gave her a harsh glare, looking down at her breasts then back up to her. She knew without words what his command was. Her thighs clamped together.

  This domineering side of Grey was scary and sexy at the same time. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, and let it fall down her arms to the floor. Her nipples beaded from the cool air and her arousal from standing in front of him almost completely naked.

  “Shorts and panties,” he commanded.

  Without losing eye contact, she unbuttoned her shorts and dragged them, along with her underwear, down her legs.

  His body stepped closer, his face bowed down, bringing his lips to her ear. “I’m going to take you right here, Britt. Fuck you hard against this wall. Is that what you want?” His warm breath on her ear, she felt his fingers glide over her nipples in a painfully soft caress.

  She arched her chest, silently demanding he touch her more. His teasing fingers circled her peaks.

  She moaned. “Please, Grey.”

  His lips moved over her jaw, pressing small kisses down her neck. She reached out, grabbing his waist, pulling him into her body. His erection landed against her core. She could feel herself moisten between her legs. Rubbing her pussy against his cock, she panted hard.

  His hands wrapped around her wrists, yanking her arms over her head. Clasping both wrists with one hand, his other hand slid down her arm, tracing over her neck to her breast, circling her nipple before pinching the peak hard enough for her to gasp.

  “You gonna scream out my name, darlin’?”

  “Yes.” She flinched when his finger twisted her nipple in the most arousing bite. She gasped. She ached below, rubbing her thighs together. She needed him inside her.

  Her head pressed hard against the wall, eyes closed, trying not to come from his fingers playing with her breasts.

  “Love these tits, firm and begging to be suckled.” His warm mouth descended on her nipples. His hand dropped down to her wet, sensitive core. His finger dragging over her clit caused her to wince. She was so responsive to his touch. She was close to coming.

  “Grey, please,” she begged. The feeling of his finger circling over her sensitive bud had her straining against his hold.

  She gasped at the quick entry of his finger pressed deeply in her pussy. He pumped inside her relentlessly, his mouth covering her nipple and licking her hard point, allowing his teeth to graze over her nipple.

  “Ahhh,” she shouted, moving her hips to match his finger sliding in and out of her body.

  His mouth trailed across her breast, licking a path to her other breast, flicking her nipple roughly with his tongue before sucking the small bead.

  He added a second finger and fucked her hard before pulling out and grazing her clit with his wet, calloused fingers. His mouth releasing her breast, he shifted her around, forcing her chest into the wall. Her hands flattened on the wall in front of her.

  Her mind stuck in the sexual haze, she was barely aware of the rumbling of his clothes from behind her. She heard his low echoing groan before she felt his cock slam into her hard, causing her body to flatten against the wall.

  “Oh yeah, right there, baby,” she panted, feeling him inside her. His hands wrapped around her stomach, holding her up as he pounded deep inside.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and dripping around my cock.” He groaned.

  She squeezed the walls of her core, teasing him. He breathed heavily in her ear, his body encasing her back. His hands separated at her stomach, one reaching up to her breast engulfing her in a strong grasp, the other diving against her pussy, encircling her clit with an even strum.

  He fucked her slowly, dragging in and out of her. She could feel her moisture coating his cock and the onset of her orgasm. Throwing her head back into the curve of his neck, she moved her hips back against him.

  “Say my name,” he growled in her ear, biting down on her neck.

  “Grey,” she whispered.

  His cock pounded deeper inside her. His fucking grew fast and frantic, squeezing her nipple hard between his fingers.

  “Again, say it again.”

  “Grey.” She moaned louder and his cock slammed into her.

  She repeated his name, each time him pounding harder into her, fucking her hard, her body bouncing against his in a frantic need to come. Her orgasm peaked as he slammed into her, their flesh slapping together. He was riding her hard and fast. She was so close.

  “Ahh…Grey.” She felt herself coming over his cock, his finger strumming over her clit and her body convulsing against his touch. She came hard, her body shivering from the most erotic feeling ever coursing through her body.

  He released her clit, grasping both hands on her hips, and his fingers dug into her skin. He pumped steadily, plummeting deep into her body. His hips slammed inside her and she could feel him come, his body jolting in short jerks. He groaned, “Fuck.”

  His body slowed down and he covered her back with his chest. He pressed kisses to her moist neck. He was breathing unevenly when he whispered, “Best feeling I ever had, being inside you. You were made just for me, darlin’.”

  Britt’s eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. This man was stealing her heart and she was letting him.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Britt stared in the mirror and shook her head. Only two hours down. How long did these family dinners last anyway? She had been looking forward to this all week and now she was counting down the minutes.

  For the past three weeks, they had been almost inseparable. They both ran their ranches but spent every free moment together, including nights. The only time they hadn’t slept at his place or hers was when he went to the cattle auction last weekend.

  Their lives were intertwining, so naturally he wanted her to spend some time around his family. Originally, she was excited about Sunday dinner. He had missed the last few to spend time with her. She was afraid it would cause tension with his family. It was probably the only reason she got the invite.

  Unfortunately, Grey had gotten caught up with a
n emergency at the ranch, so he suggested she drive over and meet him at his parents’ house. That was my first mistake.

  After taking an hour to get ready, primping her hair, making sure her make-up was flawless, she dressed in a blue and silver sundress and her favorite strappy sandals. One last look and even she was impressed. She looked hot but respectable enough for a Sunday dinner.

  She was definitely going to win over Mr. and Mrs. Fords. She was aware they still harbored some resentment from her not selling the land, but she wasn’t leaving until they liked her. That was her plan.

  She scrapped the plan about ten minutes after she arrived.

  Mrs. Fords was nice when she greeted her at the door. She eyed Britt’s outfit before mustering up a little courtesy smile. Britt couldn’t help but hear the comment as a dig rather than a compliment.

  “I hope my meal lives up to your expectations, Britt.” She laughed. “We don’t fancy ourselves up, you’ll have to excuse our casual dress. Sunday dinners here have always been about the family together.” Her eyes grazed Britt’s dress. “Not getting all dressy.”

  Strike one, fuck me.

  Britt felt her heart race and her stomach drop when Grey’s dad chimed in under his breath, “It’s not a fashion show, for Christ’s sake.”

  Strike two, fucking shoot me now.

  Rolling her eyes, she went with it and endured the constant snickering coming from Tripp and his “Brittany” replacement, who threw her dirty looks every chance they got.

  While Grey assured her earlier his parents were looking forward to getting to know her better, she had her doubts. Interaction with them had been scarce. Aside from a few awkward waves to Mrs. Fords while leaving Grey’s house, she hadn’t even spoken to the woman since dinner on her first night in town.

  Britt had even less contact with Mr. Fords. She had seen him at the ranch a few times, but only once did he make eye contact. She had been walking from Grey’s house to her truck when he rounded the property, putting them a few feet in front of each other. Her face heated as the embarrassment set in. It had been early morning. She had just rolled out of bed, still sleepy. She could imagine what she must have looked like.