Cowboys Last All Night

by Jennifer Ashley

  “And he owns his own business?” Her mom again.

  Getting the third degree at her age was beyond annoying. “His family does. They ranch in the area. He works with his parents and two older brothers.”

  This time her mom paused. “He’s the youngest, then. About your age?”

  “A bit younger.” What the hell. “He’s twenty-four.”

  “Oh, Rachel.” Her mom shook her head and vanished from the kitchen, leaving her blinking in surprise.

  Linda just stared, disapproval written all over her expression. “One bad decision after another. Well done.”

  And that was it. Nothing more was said about Lee, or dinner parties, or Rachel’s failed marriage. But now, twenty-four hours later she stood at the side of the room and watched the mass of people ebb and flow through the Coleman living room, contrasting it with the terse event, and found much wanting.

  “Are you planning on holding up that wall all day?” Allison Coleman asked, adjusting the swaddled baby in her arms. “Not that I think that’s a bad thing, but I just wanted to know if I should bring you food and drink.”

  Rachel returned her smile. “Congratulations. I haven’t seen you since Micah was born. How are you doing?”

  The other woman beamed. “If you’d asked me a couple days after he was born, the answer would have been different, but now I’m fine. Or as fine as you can get on five hours of interrupted sleep a night.”

  The baby squirmed, and Allison soothed him before glancing over. “Do you want to hold him? I can take your things to the kitchen.”

  Rachel hesitated before nodding. “I don’t have too much experience holding babies, though. Is it okay if I sit down first?”

  “Not a problem.” Allison led her through the chaos and into the far-quieter kitchen, gesturing to a seat by the table. “Sit, and you may hold His Majesty.”

  “Still passing that baby around?” Anna deadpanned from her position at the island. Lee’s older sister held a huge cleaver in her hand as she worked on vegetables.

  “Hush, you.” Another voice joined the conversation. Rachel recognized the woman as Melody, Steve’s girlfriend and one of the veterinarians in the area. “That baby’s so new he squeaks. Of course she’s handing him around. It’s a well-known fact brand-new babies give off addictive pheromones, and she’s trying to get all of us so gaga we succumb and start another baby boom.”

  “Huh. And here I thought she was looking for babysitters.”

  “Well, that too,” Allison admitted, giving Rachel a wink as she settled Micah in her arms. “Or maybe it’s because I get to hold him all the rest of the time, so it’s only fair I share the joy with you.”

  “I’m all for that,” Melody agreed. “As long as you’re aware the joy-sharing halts the minute he starts making faces, because I know he’s too young to be smiling.”

  Allison stuck out her tongue at her friend then excused herself to the washroom.

  Rachel was torn between enjoying the banter among the women who obviously cared for each other and focusing her attention on the small bundle of humanity lying in her arms.

  Maybe Melody was right. Maybe holding the kid was a dangerous idea.

  She examined the little face poking out of the warm flannel blankets. One small hand slipped up against his mouth, and his lips moved in a pucker against his fingers. Arrhythmic motions followed as his eyelids fluttered and he clung to sleep.

  He was gorgeous.

  Rachel sat quietly for a while, listening to the conversation in the room and the amusement that would burst out from the living room on the other side of the wall. The party wasn’t what she had expected. It was full of life, and laughter, both which went without saying. But over it all was a deep sense of… She wasn’t sure she could even define it.

  Contentment?

  Belonging?

  She hadn’t had a lot of that in the past, it seemed, and adding in the contrast with her family gathering the day before was harsh.

  Anna squatted in front of her, running a finger over Micah’s cheek. “You got pretty quiet all of a sudden. Something on your mind?”

  It seemed a safe place to share. “You all seem so happy. Like there’s no tension between any of you, and no judging and nothing ever goes wrong.”

  Melody cleared her throat, then cleared it again, and Rachel realized she was trying hard not to laugh.

  “Was I really that funny?” she asked.

  “Well, I am grateful you didn’t bring up the time I dumped beer on Steve’s head in public. Although that might be considered a moment of tension.”

  “Or the time Steve punched my husband in the face in the middle of Traders Pub.” Anna grinned over her shoulder. “Nope. Absolutely no tension or discord in this family.”

  “But those things happened a long time ago, although I’m sure they were tense at the time.” Rachel struggled to explain. “Being around you doesn’t seem as awkward as what I felt with my family yesterday.”

  Melody pulled out the chair next to her. “I’m sorry to hear your holiday wasn’t great. It’s never fun when families aren’t getting along.”

  “That’s the thing. I’m not even sure something was wrong.” Other than them being disappointed about Lee, or Gary, or both. “But it sure felt uncomfortable.” She shrugged before turning to the blonde veterinarian. “I do remember you dumping the beer on Steve…” she confessed.

  “Everybody remembers that,” Melody muttered hopelessly. “We’re going to spend the next fifty years of our lives hearing about it.”

  Rachel smiled in spite of the woman’s tone. “But I could tell you were upset. And everybody knew when Anna was mad at Mitch. But while it might have seemed obvious, they didn’t seem to be big issues. They happened and then they faded away and aren’t mentioned again. Well, other than the beer thing,” she said with a wink.

  “They fade away because they’re…” Melody leaned back on the chair, her expression turning thoughtful. “Ours? Something we need to grow through? I don’t know. It’s like people hear about our arguments, but rarely do we go out of our way to shout to the world ‘hey, look, we just made up’.”

  “Because then we’d gloat over the amazing make-up sex we’d had as well,” Anne offered. “And that would be mean.”

  “True.” Melody winked before sharing more seriously. “Here’s an example. Everyone knows Steve and I are a couple again, and for most of them, that’s it. They don’t really consider how much he’s changed over the past eighteen months. And they don’t see how much I’ve come to appreciate him, or what things I do on a daily basis to let him know that I love him. Because most of that is private, and it’s richer because it’s ours. Like a warm flame in the middle of a cold room, and it’s there between us. No one else could share it anyway.”

  Rachel didn’t have time to ponder their wisdom because the baby had begun to stir, moving from peaceful sleep to full-out wailing in ten seconds flat. She wasn’t certain what to do, and she was grateful when Melody scooped the child up.

  “I’ll go find Allison. That’s his ‘feed me now’ bellow.”

  “Watch it,” Anna warned. “You’re getting too good at that baby-identification stuff. You might be vulnerable.”

  “Drat. You’re right,” Melody moaned dramatically as she and Anna exchanged smiles. “But if I’m done for, then so are you. I bet you’re pregnant before me.”

  “Bite your tongue,” Anna snapped after her as Melody left the kitchen, laughing evilly. But she turned back to Rachel and it was all in good humour. “And I agree with Melody. But sometimes when we compare one thing to another, like your family and this gathering, you don’t see the big picture and things can get mixed up. I’m sure your family wants nothing but the best for you. Still, focus on what’s most important for you. Focus on moving ahead and doing the next thing.”

  Anna’s calm statements were delivered without any fanfare. Precise and somewhat reminiscent of what Rachel had already heard. “Lee shared something
like that once that your father said.”

  “Our dad is a wise man.”

  “You and Lee have a lot in common, don’t you?” Rachel felt comfortable around the other woman. Maybe because she knew Lee looked up to her so much.

  A slow smile spread over Anna’s face. “We do, since we’re both rather brilliant. We need to balance out Trevor, because that boy? Nothing but a fool.”

  Rachel laughed. She and Lee had spent some time with Trevor over the past week, and she found it interesting that even though she was closer in age to Trevor, she wasn’t attracted to him—not like how being around Lee made her pulse race.

  Trevor had flirted mercilessly with her to tease Lee, to Rachel’s amusement. “He likes to live dangerously, that’s for sure.”

  “One foot on the edge of disaster at all times.”

  Lee called for her to join him outside. Rachel rose, turning back to share a smile with Anna. “Thanks. I enjoy talking with you.”

  “I hope we get to do more of it,” Anna replied, waving her off.

  Lee was waiting for her by the front door. “You done? I need you on my team for a snowball fight.”

  “Let me get my gear on.”

  Chaos reigned around them, but she stood in a calm center, held in place by the firm gaze of a pair of deep-blue eyes.

  **

  Lee successfully ducked the snowball aimed at his head only to be hit squarely in the middle of his chest. A chuckle escaped Rachel that she attempted to hide behind her glove, but her laughing eyes gave her away.

  “Someone’s looking for trouble,” Lee said, stomping toward her in his big winter boots, snowballs flying through the air around him as children screamed in delight. “You were supposed to be on my team.”

  Rachel turned on her heel and fled with a squeal.

  These moments were why Lee loved having a big extended family. There was always someone to play with, or in this case, fight with. Another snowball slammed into the side of his head, shot from behind the nearest tractor, and his oldest brother, Steve, crowed with glee.

  “Don’t get distracted,” Trevor warned. “They’re going to wipe us out.”

  A bonfire burned next to the skating pond. Couples gathered there, or at the foot of the tobogganing hill where kids were scrambling up and down in endless loops. The dozen of them pulled aside for the snowball fight were either defending the fort or attacking. Or, in Lee’s case, ignoring the battle altogether so he could leap the barrier and make a full-out charge at Rachel. He swept her off her feet and tossed them both into the nearest snow bank, snow trickling down the back of his collar and melting against his neck. In spite of the chill, having her on top of him was more than enough to set his blood boiling.

  She blinked rapidly, the snowflakes on her lashes melting away. “I don’t think you’ve quite figured out how this game is played,” Rachel teased.

  “No? Let me show you exactly how the game is played,” he offered, lowering his voice and letting his attraction make promises he intended to keep.

  He helped her stand before glancing around to see where everyone else was. The game had surged toward the fort, and with all eyes on the assault, no one was watching as he tugged her toward the nearest barn.

  She came willingly enough, sighing as they stepped into the protected shelter. The space held a hint of warmth from small area heaters and the body heat of the animals, a sense of peace and calm carrying on the air as she curled her hand around his arm and moved against him.

  “Oops. I think we conceded the snowball fight. Running off in the middle like that.”

  “Somebody else will join in,” Lee assured her, bringing her with him toward the tack room. He swung the door open and let her in, then pressed her against the back of the door and pinned her in place with his body. “You’ve been driving me mad. I want to play a different game now,” he growled.

  Her eyes lit up as she glanced around, the dim light coming in the side window barely enough to let them see each other’s faces. The north side of the building was darker, and the temperature cooler. “You want to fool around in here?”

  Lee didn’t answer, just tossed aside his gloves and reached under her coat. He felt his way to the bottom of her shirt so he could tug the material out of her pants, separating the layers of her winter clothing. It took a bit of work until he found the bottom. “You’re wearing long johns,” he said with a laugh.

  “Of course I am. Top and bottom too. It’s damn cold out there. I wasn’t about to freeze anything off.” She squeaked as he finally succeeded and slipped his hands against her belly. “Oh lordy, your hands are cold.”

  “You can warm up on me in a minute,” he promised, his fingers tingling more from anticipation than from the heat of her body as he skimmed his palms upward and hummed in approval when he reached her chest. Her bra rubbed softly against him, the nub of her nipple a tight point through the thin layers. “I can’t decide which is sexier—you naked or covered in silk.”

  He closed his fingers around the peak, dragging a wavering moan from her throat and a responding pulse from his body. Damn, he wanted her.

  “It’s too cold in here to strip down,” she warned.

  “Who said anything about stripping?”

  Although he couldn’t resist shoving up the layers of material over her torso until he reached a nipple. He rolled his tongue around the teeny bud until she wiggled against him, her gloves discarded to the ground so she could thread her fingers through his hair and hold him close as he played.

  “It feels so good,” she confessed. “I love it when you touch my breasts.”

  Lee hummed his approval. “Keep telling me what you like, honey, and I’ll keep giving you more.”

  Only she didn’t need to speak. It was pretty clear she enjoyed everything he did to her. The way she moved against him, the slight tug of her fingers in his hair—God, all of it drove him higher and hotter. And when she moaned, deep in her throat, he wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there.

  Control.

  He clung to it, struggling to make sure she was on board, grateful that everything he did was met with approval. Another moan escaped her, another breathless gasp. He stood them up and pulled down her top to protect her from the cold.

  He eyed her snow pants.

  Rachel stroked her hands down his neck. “Why do you appear to be solving a puzzle?”

  He tilted his head up until their gazes met again. “Because I don’t want you to freeze off anything vital while we’re having a good time.”

  There was no way to get around removing one layer. His hands felt uncoordinated as he jerked down her snow pants and slipped one foot from her boot. She wore an older pair of long underwear, and he grinned.

  “Are you judging my fashion choices?” she demanded, laughter in her tone.

  Lee shook his head as he grabbed a shoeing tool from the counter. “I love what you’re wearing.”

  She squealed as he used the sharp tip of the tool to rip a notch in the fabric directly over her pussy. “Lee Coleman,” she shouted. “What the hell?”

  “I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised. He abandoned the tool, unzipping himself and setting his cock free.

  She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked as he fumbled in his pocket for the condom he’d put there earlier. “You are inventive, I’ll give you that much.”

  “Desperation inspires a man.” He ripped the package open before bumping her hands away, frantically rolling the latex over his length.

  “You’ll be lucky to keep it up in these temperatures,” she teased.

  He was still laughing as he leaned in and kissed her. Rachel gave back with just as much passion. Just as much desperation in her touch. It wasn’t only their mouths but their entire bodies connecting as she wrapped herself around him, lifting one leg and trying to line them up.

  Lee caught her under the knee, supporting her as she slowed the kiss. The urgency was still there, but knowing that in a moment he would sli
de into paradise, he could pause to make sure she was fully on board. He slipped his fingers between her legs, past the ragged edges of her fraying long johns to test her readiness.

  “Hmm, yes.” Rachel’s head fell back against the door as she tilted her hips toward him. His fingers moved through her folds, liquid desire coating him as he played. He teased the tight bundle of nerves as he held his body over her, guarding and controlling at the same time.

  “You like that, don’t you? You like it when you have no idea what I’m going to do next.”

  She made another noise of acknowledgment. “Because whatever you do next always makes me feel good.”

  Her words set him grinning, but it wasn’t words he wanted now, he wanted to be inside her. He bent his knees, angling his cock so he could thrust between her legs.

  Rachel helped, placing her hands on his shoulders and rocking in tempo against him, the passion in her eyes showing all too clearly she was impatient for the moment when he changed his angle and slid home.

  For a moment neither of them moved. They stared at each other, perfectly united, pleasure hovering like a heavy snowfall ready to descend and envelop them.

  “Do it,” she whispered, digging her fingers into the back of his neck. Urging him on with a squeeze of her internal muscles. “Do it hard.”

  Like a gate had been opened, he surged forward, her permission releasing the safeguards holding him back. He needed to go deeper. Needed to take her and make her completely his.

  There was a time for family and there was a time for this. This moment of intense intimacy. Just the two of them, the slick sound of him entering her body echoing off the walls of the tack room. Small gasps, low cries of pleasure.

  Icy coldness contrasting with scalding heat.

  Yet their pleasure wasn’t only centered on the physical. Their bodies were connected, but as he looked into her eyes it was more. He rocked harder, thrust deeper, but as her lips drew into a pout and her lashes fluttered, something more enveloped them. More than a hot encounter in a cold place.

  He cupped his free hand around the back of her neck and brought their foreheads together. He pounded into her, urged on by a steady stream of yes, yes, yes. The word jerked from her lips as if expelled every time his cock entered her.