Lady Jane and the Cowboy

by Zingera, L. C.

  “I was going to make some hot chocolate, would you like some?”

  Not trusting himself to speak, Red nodded, watching as Jane busied herself heating milk and making up two large mugs of chocolate that she topped with whipped cream. They sat at the kitchen table together, they hadn’t been alone much yet. She dipped her spoon into the cream and lifted it to her lips, he watched as it disappeared between her soft pink lips and she murmured innocently. “Mm, I love chocolate. Hot chocolate and cold cream, it’s a perfect combination.”

  He watched her eat, it was almost a sensual experience. She was driving him nuts. And when her tongue slipped out to lick her upper lip where she had a tiny bit of cream, he squirmed. She was just so naturally erotic. He needed to get out of there quickly.

  “I need a shower,” he said, and marched off leaving his half finished brownie and untouched hot chocolate on the table.

  Jane watched him go with a satisfied grin.

  Chapter Six

  Red was stunned when he walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Jane at the kitchen counter wearing tight black leggings, the new black leather high heeled boots, and a black turtle neck sweater. She had her curly blonde hair pulled back in a black tieback, and red lipstick on. She looked sexy as all hell. He seriously thought of taking the entire day off. This was the petite blonde in the flimsy skirts and high heeled shoes? The ranch hands were all staring from him to Jane and back again. No one was eating much. He wished he could kick the whole lot of them out and back her up against the kitchen counter and…

  “Red?”

  He swallowed hard, “Yeah?”

  “I’m going shopping with Honey again today.”

  “You’re going out like that?”

  “Like what?” she asked tentatively.

  He opened his mouth to speak and suddenly realized her eyes had filled with tears. She hurried from the room. The ranch hands immediately started in on him.

  “Red, you jerk!”

  “Yeah, Red!”

  “Asshole!”

  “She looks fine.”

  “Mighty fine!”

  Red, to the chorus of his outraged ranch hands marched out of the room and followed Jane up the stairs. “Get to work,” he called over his shoulder.

  He didn’t knock and he didn’t need to be told what he’d done. He marched into Jane’s room to apologize, and just maybe take her in his arms if she was willing.

  He flung open the door to find her standing there in the midst of taking off the form fitting sweater. God, she wore a lacey black bra underneath it too! She yanked the sweater over her head, leaving her hair mussed and her red lips looking slightly pouty and downcast.

  “Did you forget how to knock?” she asked crossly.

  It was the first time he’d heard her get even remotely cranky with him. Oddly, it comforted him. No one could be that sweet all the time. It just wasn’t natural.

  “You gonna expect me to knock if we’re married?” he countered, closing the door behind him and leaning up against it, arms crossed watching her. She had the most gorgeous figure he’d ever seen up close and personal. Soft, warm, and curvaceous. And he wasn’t leaving. He doubted his body was going to let him walk out of there right now anyway.

  It was time for Jane to find out what she was in for, if she really planned on staying here. And suddenly he knew what she was mad about. Not that he’d inadvertently insulted her outfit. But that she’d been put up to this by Honey and Gerry, to get him to take notice. Well, he was taking notice alright! He just hoped she wanted what he thought she did. She stood still, she hadn’t spoken another word. He allowed his gaze to roam lazily over her form. The way the black lace cupped her perfect breasts and emphasized the paleness of her soft skin, she looked so touchable, her slightly disheveled appearance made her look like she’d just stepped out of bed, instead of being about to step back into it.

  Red had just made up his mind.

  ***

  When Redstone MacAlistair held out his hand to her, Jane knew what he was asking. She didn’t hesitate for even a moment, she took it, and moved directly into his arms. He smiled invitingly down at her and her heart turned a somersault.

  The instant his large hands slipped around her bare waist she gasped at the sensation. He was a big man and yet his work roughened hands were gentle. She couldn’t wait to feel his body against her own. His hands were so large they easily encompassed her small waist as he drew her closer. He kissed her deeply, trailing tender kisses down her throat, and with a very slight tug, he popped the fastener on her bra and instantly his lips moved to her breasts. Feathering light, lingering kisses, as though savoring the very taste and texture of her. She cried out and arched against him when he took a thrusting nipple into his mouth.

  His lips were hot, and the sensation of his mouth tugging on her sensitized breast was almost more than she could bear, she trembled against him and slid her hands into his hair holding him there. The old wooden boards of the landing creaked as footsteps approached, and she groaned as she came back down to earth with a thud, abruptly they broke apart. She was supposed to be going shopping with Honey.

  Red’s hungry gaze connected almost frantically with hers as she stood before him, half naked, her breasts bared and her body willing. He shook his head and she clearly read his expression, just as if he’d said it aloud. Hell no! They were not about to be disturbed. Not for a goddamned shopping trip! Hell had a better chance of freezing over. She couldn’t agree more.

  Jane looked to the nightstand where a pastel blue and pink sign lay. It had been a joke from Camilla and Lily. It read Do not disturb, or else! Red’s avid gaze followed hers, he grabbed the sign, opened the door, popped it on the door knob and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly. The footsteps grew near, halted, then retreated. When he turned, it was to find Jane sprawled out on the bed, still half-dressed but waiting for him, he tossed aside his shirt and joined her.

  Jane looked into the eyes of the man she had decided she was going to have, she’d known she wanted him from the first time she’d seen his face, the adorable close up shot that Honey had sent her. One that showcased his big blue eyes and a crooked smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. She’d dreamed of this moment since then. Now he held her close and those gorgeous eyes looked intently down into hers waiting for a cue. He wanted her. She smiled invitingly, arched against him, and stroked her hands over the tanned muscular plains of his now bared chest. She felt a quiver ripple through him and pressed closer, wanting to feel his body against her own. Her breasts flattened against his firm chest, yet his hands were gentle as he stroked the curve of her back as though savoring the softness of her skin.

  Jane, feeling emboldened, straddled him, he looked surprised but quickly acquiesced. She was still wearing her black leggings and high heeled boots, and he his jeans. But this was going to be a long, slow, lovemaking session, she wanted to take her time getting to know every inch of this strong remote man.

  She kissed his eyelids, stroking the hard lines of his strong jaw with her fingertips, and followed the caress with more soft kisses. She tenderly trailed her lips down the column of his throat, savoring every texture. She was aware he had his doubts about this union, she didn’t know how this was going to end, but she adored him, and she intended to make the most of every moment. She was already falling in love with the big beautiful cowboy.

  Red groaned beneath her, as Jane’s lips caressed his chest, his penetrating gaze following her every move and his pupils dilated with need; she reveled in his reaction. His whole body appeared alive with anticipation, and thrumming beneath her ministrations as she flicked out her small pink tongue to lick his nipples delicately and allowed her breasts to slide silkily over his skin as she moved. He stroked her hair as her lips moved lovingly across his abdomen, her hands caressing as she did so.

  When Jane’s hands moved to his zipper, he helped her, shrugging out of his jeans.

  Jane continued her path, with he
r cowboy naked on the bed before her, she felt sensual, womanly, and powerful; kissing her way along his hard thighs, kneeling between them, she looked down, savoring his reactions to her ministrations. His long muscular torso narrowed down to slender hips and toned thighs covered in a sprinkling of coarse dark blond hair. She stroked his inner thighs and caressed him with an exploring touch, wanting to know every inch of him. She just knew somehow he wasn’t this way with anyone else, he was in a vulnerable position, allowing her license and quivering with need. His eyes met hers as she caressed his length, and he bucked upwards into her hand. She bent her head, hearing his breath catch in his throat as she parted her red lips and took him inside.

  Red was sure he was having the most erotic daydream of his entire life. This petite and delicate woman was the most adorable, sensual creature he’d ever known and she was slowly sliding her painted lips up and down his shaft, causing his blood to pound in a deep rapid drumbeat through his brain, and his senses to go reeling out of control. The small pink tongue he’d watched swirling teasing circles around his nipples, was now swirling around the head of his shaft wrapped tightly in her hot sweet mouth. He heard moaning sounds and realized they were coming from him. He entwined his hands in her hair, encouraging her, begging her not to stop. His climax was so earth shattering he felt paralyzed by it for a moment. Then he felt Jane move off to the side, he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. One of her hands lay across his chest. He took it and kissed it delicately, then with a huge grin flipped her over onto her back, holding her hands on either side of her head, he straddled her and began his own sensuous exploration. Her skin was softer than silk everywhere, the texture against his tongue making him want to savor every inch of her. There was something vividly erotic about a half dressed woman, and gazing on her milky white breasts with their perfect rosy nipples that she had allowed to graze across his skin as she moved over him, had made him harder than a rod of iron.

  But there was so much more of her he wanted to explore. The boots came off easily, followed by the leggings and panties, then he buried his face between her thighs, a part of him, a hidden devilish part, wanted to hear her scream. It didn’t take long. She might be prim looking, but this was one sensual woman in his arms, and there was nothing like hearing a woman call out his name as she came to a shuddering climax to get him back up to speed and hard as a rock. He allowed her all of two minutes to savor the aftermath of sensation rolling through her, before he began again.

  He hoped to God, Honey would keep the ranch hands out of the house for the rest of the day. This was going to be an all day affair.

  Red liked sex. Raunchy energetic sex. Something Honey could not possibly know about him. It was one of the things that had made him groan like mad when he saw the petite fragile looking woman she’d chosen for him. But if he was going to risk spending the rest of his life with Jane, he intended to show her just what she was in for.

  Jane was lying face down on the bed next to him when he stroked his hand over her backside, following her body’s natural curve, and he knew just exactly how he was going to take her. Kneeling behind her, he raised her hips, she willingly went along with everything he did, the slightest hesitation on her part and he would have stopped immediately, but when she moaned provocatively as he knelt behind her, he grew more encouraged and even harder.

  The sunlight shone through the window, over her pale skin as he entered her. She was hot and tight, he moved slowly, now he’d expended just a small amount of his pent up energy, he could pace himself just a little. He was finally embedded deeply inside her, she had the most beautiful body, he reached forward to caress her breasts as he moved, she moved with him, and they quickly entered a smooth rhythm together. He thanked his lucky stars the house was empty, because he felt her beginning to come and she screamed. It was a joyful erotic sound. Her pulsing climax and vocal sounds took him right over the edge with her.

  ***

  Red stroked Jane’s silky smooth shoulder, she was nuzzled against him, and he could feel by her soft breath whispering across his chest that she was asleep. Now for the first time he wondered how she must have felt in the days since she’d been here. Had she been wondering, waiting, and perhaps even hoping for this? He’d tried hard not to think on it, not to dwell on the feelings creeping up on him, but he wanted to make love to this woman virtually every time he saw her, and it tugged on his jealous streak the way the rest of the ranch hands looked at her.

  Finally it began to dawn on him, some of the things she’d done to get his attention. The black shiny high heeled boots? There was no way in hell Gerry sold those things! The sensual fragrance she wore, the casual touches. Taking a nap in his arms? Running into her late last night in her soft silky lingerie? The whipped cream? He grinned, he had plans for that later, and somehow he doubted she would mind. Jane stirred against him and his thoughts returned to the present. Slowly sliding her over onto her back, he nestled between her thighs. He wondered if she had any clue, that they were only just getting started for the day.

  Jane slowly came awake, her big blue eyes not looking quite so innocent now, and raised her brows as she felt his erection nudge gently at her entrance, cupping his buttocks she urged him closer.

  Chapter Seven

  Red had been teased a lot as a kid, but the sidelong looks and snickers he got from his crew every time he laid eyes on Jane were something else. He wanted to do a whole lot more than lay his eyes on her. She was addictive. He was naturally open, honest and straightforward, and he was acting like a love sick puppy, it had to be obvious to anyone with eyes.

  “So, what’s on the agenda today, boss?” asked Cory, his knowing gaze flitting from Red to Jane.

  Red watched Jane who was doing her prim little housekeeper routine, and washing dishes with big oversized rubber gloves on, wearing another one of her soft pretty skirts and flimsy blouses. He had to admit that her hands were incredibly soft though, especially when she…

  “You just gonna stand there like a love sick fool all day, or are you going to tell us what you want done?” Alex snapped crossly. Red knew he’d been pretty taken with Jane too, and couldn’t quite hide the mile-wide jealous streak he’d developed.

  Jane wasn’t wearing pantyhose today. Red’s blood began pumping faster and he wanted the crew out of there now.

  “You can all go over to the south pasture and mend fences. Honey will bring your lunch.”

  “No picnic today?” Cory teased, giving Jane a wide gap-toothed grin.

  “No, I have other plans for Jane today,” he admitted. “You’ll have to make do with Honey.”

  “Gee, thanks!” Honey said, sounding both half amused and half annoyed.

  One by one the ranch hands filed out. Alex stomped off first, crashing the kitchen door shut behind him. Honey took off to do some grocery shopping, leaving the pair alone.

  Red turned to Jane the instant the house had emptied out, sliding a hand around her waist he nuzzled her neck, and surreptitiously slid her skirt up and over her hips. Then chuckled deep and low in his throat when he realized that pantyhose wasn’t the only item of clothing she’d skipped today. Her soft round bottom was bare. He unzipped his jeans and nudged her legs apart, quickly pressing up against her entrance and sliding deeply inside, she gasped, her hands still encased in the long rubber gloves braced against the kitchen counter. He’d never see her as prim again.

  He was a lost cause, she got to him in ways no other woman ever had. He’d never been into risky behavior, and there was a small chance they could be interrupted, but she was just too much for him to resist. When finally they both sagged up against the kitchen sink, bodies thrumming in the aftermath, he quickly zipped up, slid her skirt back into place and allowed her to turn in his arms. Slowly she pulled off her long rubber gloves and a sudden zing of unrest hit him hard in the gut. Protection. He hadn’t used any at all with her, it hadn’t even occurred to him. His hand shot up to rub his furrowed brow.

  “Red? What�
��s wrong?” Jane asked, concerned at his sudden odd change in behavior.

  “Jane, I’m sorry! I never even thought about it, I was so taken with…well, with you,” he half laughed and groaned in dismay. “We didn’t use protection. Please tell me you’re…on the pill?”

  “Red, did you read any part of my profile?” she asked, standing back crossing her arms and watching him.

  He shook his head, “Honey set up the whole thing, I didn’t think she was even serious,” he admitted. “She kind of sprung everything on me at the last minute. She worries about me being alone after she gets married in a few weeks and… so Jane, please tell me, should I be worried? Am I looking at a potential future fiancée here, or a possible mom-to-be?”

  “You’re safe, Red. I’m kind of flattered that I made you lose control though. But…I doubt either one of us is ready to bring a baby into this.”

  Jane smoothed her skirt a little, and Red, breathing a giant sigh of relief, watched her motions and his body reacted, knowing exactly what was under there and how exposed and ready she could be.

  Relieved that there was nothing to worry about, and vowing to take the time to actually read Jane’s folder later. He tossed all his cares aside, lifted Jane into his arms and strode up the stairs to his room.

  ***

  Later that evening, Red leaned back against the pillows on his large four poster bed and finally began leafing through the folder the agency had sent him on Jane. The pictures were adorable. He had both the printed and computer versions, but he wanted to sit in his room undisturbed and read quietly while Jane and Honey were both out doing some shopping. Jane was starting to fit in quite well here, he didn’t know how this would end, but at the very least he had a sexy cheerful housekeeper for the next year. His conversation with Jane earlier in the day rang in his ears, and the sudden fear that hadn’t even truly been fear, but more a realization that Jane could have become pregnant, had hit him hard in the gut. Not so hard though, that after her reassurances, he wasn’t able to carry her upstairs almost at a run and ride her hard right here on the edge of his own bed! It was just the right height for him to lay her down and toss up her skirt and plunge deeply inside her warm welcoming depths. And to watch the slide of his own hard flesh against hers from his higher vantage point as he’d spread her thighs wide. Then when he’d touched her in just the right spot between her petal soft folds, he’d watched her come for him…her pale cheeks flushed, lips parted, head tossed back…he groaned, he was getting hard—and distracted. He really needed to read the damned file. But hearing Jane return, he tossed it aside once more and went to find her.