Cowboy Command

by Olivia Jaymes

  She fiddled with the handle of her mug. She had come to terms with it, and didn’t want his pity. “It wasn’t but its okay. It’s just every time I’m around your family, they seem so genuinely nice.” She didn’t know how to describe it. “Your family are really good people.”

  “You haven’t met them all. My brothers were real hell-raisers when they were younger.”

  “And now?”

  A shadow passed over Seth’s face so quickly she almost thought she imagined it. “Now they’re devoted family men. They’re very lucky.”

  “You’re not lucky?” He seemed lucky to Presley. He’d had tragedy in his life, but he had family by his side.

  “In some ways.” Seth finally smiled. “I have the best secretary in town. The sexiest one too.” His voice had deepened at the end and it sent shivers through her entire body straight down to her curling toes. Whatever it was, this man had it. She wanted to pull those clothes from his body, lick up his flat abdomen, and then move to parts further south.

  He reached across the small space between them and plucked the mug from her fingers, setting it on the side table. He picked up her hands in his lifting them so he could place a kiss on each palm. “Presley…”

  He didn’t need to say any more. She nodded vigorously, wanting him more than she could remember ever wanting a man. “Yes. Yes, Seth.”

  She wasn’t sure what all she was saying yes to, but she didn’t have the capacity to say no to him. Yes to making love. Yes to stripping their clothes off and exploring private, sensual places on their bare bodies. If she was saying yes to more than that she would deal with it in the morning.

  Seth pressed her back into the cushions, the heat from the fire nothing compared to the flames licking at her veins and building in her abdomen. His lips trailed a delicate path from her neck to her ear, nipping at the flesh and making her shiver. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, an anchor as the room started to spin. Her head fell back in invitation and his tongue traced a line up her jugular before capturing her lips in a kiss that seared her soul. His tongue explored every nook and cranny of her mouth as if he owned it. She gave in to his mastery, content to be a supplicant to the feelings he evoked. He tasted like sweet chocolate and she rubbed his tongue with her own to get more of his decadent flavor.

  When he lifted his head, his expression was stamped with passion, his normally light blue eyes dark with arousal. Seth’s hands parted the folds of her robe and his eyes glowed with pleasure. She felt her insides twist at his obvious approval of what he beheld. Her nipples tightened to taut peaks to entice his mouth and her cunt softened, leaking honey. She could smell her arousal in the air and feel his hard cock against her belly. She wriggled against him playfully and he groaned in response.

  “Witch,” he growled. “I know just what to do with you.”

  Boy, did he ever. His rough fingers were plucking and twisting at her nipples, then his lips and tongue were there, teasing and tormenting each in turn. He blew his hot breath over a wet nipple and it quivered under the attention, puckering tighter and harder. He smiled up at her and repeated his action on the other side.

  “So responsive. I love it.”

  As long as he didn’t love her, it would be okay. Further coherent thought was difficult as he kissed a damp trail down her stomach to her waiting pussy. He pushed her thighs apart and his eyes widened as he gazed down at her.

  “Honey, I think you forgot something down here.” His eyes were dancing and his grin mischievous. “You must be cold. I’ll warm you right up.”

  Her playful lover had discovered her bare pussy. She’d been waxing for the last few years and then eventually simply had it lasered off. It was a common enough practice in warmer climates but it must be an anomaly in Harper.

  “I am a little chilly,” she giggled as his tongue swiped at her swollen clit. The sensations rocking through her stopped her laughter cold. She moaned and bit her lip as he made a meal of her cunt, running his tongue through every fold and tongue fucking her until she thought she might scream from the pleasure. He pressed one and then a second finger inside her, moving them in and out until he found a sensitive spot. This time she couldn’t hold back her approval.

  “Seth!” Her hands grabbed at the cushions and her fingers tightened as he continued to rub the sweet spot inside her while licking her clit with the flat of his tongue. He had her right on the edge of orgasm and he kept her there, teetering on the brink. He was in total command of her body. At that moment, he was every inch the alpha male, giving pleasure to his woman on his terms and no one else’s. She wouldn’t come until he decided she would come.

  She closed her eyes and gave over control to this man. His body, lips, and fingers held the promise of pleasure and she had no doubt he would deliver. When his lips closed over her clit and he sucked gently, his teeth scraping the sides lightly, she screamed his name in a voice she barely recognized as her own.

  Brightly colored lights played behind her lids and her body was wracked with intense pleasure. She’d never felt this much, and yet the minute it was over she greedily wanted more. Presley’s eyes snapped open and she reached for the hem of his shirt.

  “I want you naked, too.”

  “Easy, honey. You’ve got all of me tonight. Anything you want.” His voice was like a soft caress and she let her hands glide under the soft cotton to find the ridges of his stomach. He sucked in his breath as she explored every inch of his torso. Her fingers lingered on a line of raised and puckered flesh over his ribs.

  “Knife. I took it off of a perp when I was a cop in Denver my first year on the job. Luckily, he missed anything important.” He gave her a crooked grin.

  Presley pushed up his shirt and he grasped the bottom and tossed it away. The orange and yellow flames cast shadows on his muscular body and golden hair. She dragged her attention back to the scar and let her hands and palms run over the smooth flesh until she found another area on his arm that felt rough under her fingers. She lifted a brow in question.

  “Fell off my bike when I was twelve. Trent and I built some ramps and we were trying to jump over the family pets. I managed to miss the dog but ended up sideways and ran into the garage door. It took fifteen stitches.”

  Her hands glided to his jaw and then up to where one of his brows had a slight mar where the hair didn’t grow. “And this?”

  Seth laughed. “I was showing off for Sheryl Albright. Damn, she was pretty but she only had eyes for Trent. I was giving her a ride on the back of my ATV when I wiped out. I cut my forehead and needed four stitches. Sheryl got her new outfit dirty and didn’t speak to me for months.”

  It was hard to reconcile the calm, controlled man she saw in the office every day to the impetuous young man he had once been.

  The girl’s name caught her attention. “Wait. You said Sheryl Albright. Isn’t she the girl you lost your virginity with in the back of your dad’s truck?”

  Seth’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you remembered I said that. Yes, it was the same girl.” He waggled his eyebrows. “She forgave me.”

  Presley shrugged. “I have a good memory.” She pushed him back until he was lounging on the pillows like a sultan, his head cushioned on his hands. She straddled his thighs and pressed a kiss to his stomach, the muscles jumping under her lips. He watched as she kissed a trail up his torso and to his chin, tangy from his aftershave. She rubbed her mouth softly against his, but didn’t deepen the kiss. “How many scars do you have, anyway?”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “A few more. I have one on my thigh from a fishhook gone awry, and there’s one on my back from when my brothers and I tried to build a tree house.”

  “A tree house? That sounds like fun.” Presley nibbled at his ear and he grabbed her hips and ground her against his hard cock.

  “It might have been if we had any damn idea what we were doing. Dad said he’d help us but we didn’t want to wait. Jason shot a nail from a nail gun right into my back. Hurt like a son of
a bitch. Luckily, nothing important got hit that time either. I guess I have been lucky.”

  She noticed he didn’t talk about any injuries from his time in the Army and she didn’t ask. It was okay with her if he had a few secrets.

  Presley slid her hands under the waistband of his sweats and started tugging them down his legs. “You’re about to get luckier, Sheriff.”

  “Wait,” he held up his hand. “I need to get some protection. Are you on the pill, honey?”

  She nodded. “I am, but I’m almost to the end of my prescription in my former name. I’ll need to see a doctor or something.”

  “I don’t mind taking care of things. I’d be wearing a condom until we were exclusive for at least six months anyway.”

  Would she be here in six months? She tried to picture her former home and some of her friends but the memories were already hazy and undefined. Everything seemed so much sharper and more real here in Harper. It was funny how she felt more alive when someone wanted her dead.

  Seth rolled to his knees and padded on bare feet into the hallway, disappearing for a moment before coming back. He had a triumphant smile on his face and was holding up a strip of condoms. She raised her eyebrows at the number. There had to be six or seven there.

  “You’re anticipating quite an evening, I see.”

  He laughed, and it echoed off the walls. “I just grabbed a strip. I’ve wanted you since that first night, but even I don’t think I’ll hold out for more than, oh say, three or four times tonight.”

  Presley shook her head. “Are you always this…cocky?” She pressed her lips together to hide her smile but he saw right through her.

  “No pun intended?” he grinned.

  “Pun completely intended. Now let’s get you out of these pants. I have plans for you.” She tugged down his sweats as he stood before her, and she let him kick them to the side. His male beauty almost took her breath away. He looked like those hot man-candy pictures her friends posted on Facebook and she licked her lips as her gaze zeroed in on his impressive erection. He was hot and hard and ready for her.

  Her hands slid up his muscled thighs and wrapped around him, her fingers barely touching. She laved her tongue around the purplish-red mushroom head of his cock and giggled when she heard him groan deep from his throat as if he was in real pain. If this hurt, she was about to torture the fuck out of him.

  * * * * *

  Presley’s tongue was making him crazy and taking him right to the edge. She was running it up and down his cock and swiping his balls before returning to the head to trace the slit. His fingers tangled in her long hair to get some control, but her naughty mouth played by its own rules. By the time he pulled away from her hot, wet lips, his sac was drawn up tight. He’d be lucky to last a minute inside of her. He needed to cool down if he wanted to savor this first time.

  “Easy, honey. I don’t want to blow yet.”

  Presley stuck out her lower lip in a cute pout. “Then we get to start all over again.”

  “Next time. This time we’re going to take it slow. Lie down for me, honey.”

  Presley settled herself on the cushions and held out her arms, making his heart lurch. She looked so fucking beautiful lying there, her lips swollen from his kisses and sucking his cock. Her creamy skin highlighted like pearls in the glow from the fireplace. Her hair was spread all around her like the halo on the snow angels they’d made earlier. She looked almost too wonderful to touch.

  Almost.

  He ran his hands up her body from her thighs to her breasts, cupping them and brushing the tips with his thumbs. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed and he felt a surge of power. She was feeling this pleasure he gave to her. He leaned down and captured her mouth with his, letting his tongue delve into its honeyed depths. She tasted sweet and he drew out the kiss until they were both breathless, their hearts beating in time with one another. He grabbed a condom packet and ripped it open before rolling it on.

  He eased between her silky thighs and looked deep into her eyes as he pressed forward into her welcoming cunt, her heat wrapping around him. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, driving them both crazy. By the time he was in to the hilt, she’d wrapped her legs around his middle and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her pupils had dilated and she sighed as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in quickly, making sure his groin rubbed her clit. He wanted her to come again while he was inside her.

  Seth wanted to make this time with Presley last, so he started a slow, easy rhythm, determined not to give in to the voices in his head urging him to fuck her faster, ride her harder. Her nails dug into his back.

  “Harder, Seth. Faster.” Her voice was breathless but he felt her pussy contract around his cock, pulling his balls up tighter and building the pressure in his lower back. He sped up his thrusts until he was pistoning in and out of her, her cunt squeezing his dick as she neared her climax. He balanced on one elbow and reached his other hand between them to rub the swollen nub. With one touch, she went off like a rocket, crying out his name and clamping down on his cock.

  It was all he needed to send him over the edge with her, his orgasm traveling from his balls out his cock. He dragged air into his lungs as he shot jets of cum into the condom, her tight pussy caressing him with each spasm. When it was done, he balanced over her, their breathing ragged and their bodies covered with a fine mist of sweat. He let his forehead fall gently against hers, pressing a kiss to her adorable nose.

  “Honey, you just about killed me.”

  He felt her giggle against his body. “If we’re dead, it’s a hell of a way to go.”

  Seth levered up and rolled away. “I’ll be right back.” He headed into the bathroom and disposed of the condom quickly. Snatching the quilt from the back of the couch, he stretched out next to her, pulling it over them. She settled her head on his shoulder and sighed.

  Seth stroked her hair and listened to the crackle of the burning logs. He’d had sex more than a few times in his life, but tonight felt different somehow. Presley was as playful inside the bedroom as she was outside of it. Sexy and giving, she’d blown him away with her open sensuality. He was a lucky man to be with her tonight. Seth couldn’t predict the future, but they could have something good while she was here. He knew her real goal was to go home to Florida. He couldn’t compete with that and wouldn’t try.

  Presley sat up. “Maybe I should head home. The snow was really coming down earlier. The roads might be bad.”

  Seth didn’t analyze why he didn’t want her to go. He had a warm, naked woman next to him and he simply wanted to enjoy it. “I learned to drive in bad weather years ago. But you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

  She was holding the quilt up to cover her breasts and Seth wanted to tug it down. “You mean spend the night? Is that a good idea? What if someone finds out?”

  Seth laughed. “Honey, this is a small town. The town gossips probably already know we just had sex. No such thing as a secret in Harper. I’ll get you back to your apartment before the sun comes up. How does that sound?”

  “We’re keeping a secret from the town. They don’t know my real name.”

  This time Seth gave in to temptation and pulled the quilt away from her bare body. “I don’t know your real name. You’re Presley to me.” He tossed the quilt aside and pulled her down on top of him. “I want you again.”

  His cock was already hard and raring to go. This woman was going to fuck him into an early grave. He was like a horn-dog teenage boy at the Prom. She placed delicate kisses on his chest and stomach. “I can take anything you got to give, Sheriff. Bring it on.”

  In the orange glow of the fire, Seth did exactly that until they were exhausted, sore, and barely able to speak. He carried Presley to bed, her head lolling on his shoulder, and tucked her in. He went back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and stare out the large picture window of his home. The snow was starting to taper off and the moon hung low in the sky. He could have
easily taken her home, but he liked it when she was around.

  He walked over to the laptop on the kitchen counter and fired it up. When he opened the internet search page, he entered “Randall Simon.” It was stupid to read about this guy, but Seth wasn’t thinking too straight at the moment. He needed to see what Presley saw in Simon, and what might make a billionaire want to kill an innocent woman.

  Chapter Ten

  She needed another cup of coffee. It wasn’t even the butt crack of dawn yet, and Presley was already up, showered, and dressed. Somehow Seth had convinced her to accompany him on his hunting trip this morning. He wanted to bag a turkey for Thanksgiving coming up in a few days and although it was the last thing she wanted to do, he’d promised to take her dancing at the roadhouse if she went with him this morning.

  It wasn’t the best deal she’d ever made but it was the best she was going to get. In the last month, she had learned quite a bit about Sheriff Seth Reilly. He was stubborn as a proverbial mule. He was also an amazing, passionate lover. She could deal with the former and bask in the latter.

  Presley heard Seth’s boots on the stairs and poured him a cup of coffee, refilling her own. This roadhouse better really be something. Eliza had been talking it up after going with Alex a few times, but Presley and Seth spent most evenings in low-key mode, watching television or just hanging out. A couple of times they’d gone horseback riding on the Reilly family ranch and she’d ended up sore, which of course necessitated a nude rubdown from Seth with fragrant oils and strong hands.

  Seth pushed open the door, his wide shoulder taking up the entire space. He was already scowling and it was only five in the morning. She decided she’d tease him about being dressed head to toe in camouflage later in the day after his mood had improved. She handed him his coffee with a smile.

  “What have I done now? You’re already in a bad mood. It wasn’t my idea to get up in the middle of the night, you know. I tried to talk you out of it.”