Once with a Cowboy: Loving Day Collection (One Night Only Book 1)

by Illyria, Selena

  “You’ll see when you get there. Can you be patient, cowboy?”

  He found no answers on her face except a smile that gave him hope. “Okay, fine. I’ll wait until we get to your place.” He ducked his head and placed a kiss on her lips. As soon as he made contact, he didn’t want to move. His hand slipped to her ass, molding his palms around the fullness, giving each globe a squeeze before moving to hold onto her hips. Her mouth was warm, soft and tasted of cotton candy. “Mmmm.”

  He pulled back on a sigh. “Damn it, get you home first.” He said it more to himself and his half saluting cock than to her.

  “Good.” She lifted on her tiptoes for another swift kiss before she darted around to the passenger side of his SUV.

  He got into the vehicle and unlocked her side. Once they were settled, he started up the car, and headed for her home. Silence fell between them and the cozy sensation he’d had once he’d reunited with Nessa dulled around the edges as her words said in the heat of the moment echoed around in his head. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he clenched his jaw in frustration. He didn’t like being left in the dark about her decision but he also didn’t enjoy realizing they had a long way to go before things would be fine between them. The momentary relief at connecting with her fizzled out. He exhaled.

  “I hate this. I hate not knowing what you’ve decided and I hate that I don’t think you trust me or can accept my love for you.” He let the words come out without thinking about them.

  She reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. “I hate it, too. Well, that I was raised the way I was and I don’t trust easily. As for my decision, you’ll understand why I’m making you wait until we get to my house.”

  He bit his bottom lip to keep from pushing her.

  “I know, but you’ll have to wait a minute or two longer.”

  He glanced at her before refocusing on the road, not seeing the brick buildings, the neon signs touting still open business or the tall glass and steel structures of office buildings as the car ate up the distance between the bar and her rental. By the time they entered the residential part of the city, with only a few businesses here and there to be seen, nervous energy jittered along his arms and legs.

  “Pull into the driveway.” He flipped the turn signal and followed her direction

  The house looked the same. A simple bungalow with pale blue siding, white trim, and a brick base, the newly done driveway sat empty, the garage’s windows were dark. A light burned in the living room, showing off the neatly trimmed yard in feeble illumination. Nothing seemed different from the outside. He shut off the car and unlocked the doors. Nessa retrieved her keys from her purse and scrambled out without his help. Her heels clicked up the walkway to the front door. She got through the entryway in record time but didn’t go inside. Her foot tapped a staccato beat as her gaze settled on him. “Come on, hurry up!”

  The next door neighbor’s door squeaked open. “Nessa, that you, hon? I got your mail.” A woman in curlers, a house coat, slippers and full makeup on came shuffling towards them. “Oh, my! Is this your man?” She gave him the once over while she walked towards him, waving a letter as she went. “Mailman delivered this to me by mistake.” She stopped in front of them, but not near enough for Nessa to grab the envelope.

  “And what a hunk of man he is.” She reached up with her free hand and unzipped the robe showing off a glimpse of cleavage.

  Ty gazed over the woman’s head at Nessa, pleading filled his eyes.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Newton. This is my boyfriend, Ty. He and I are going to bid you good night.” Nessa rushed over and pulled the letter out of Mrs. Newton’s grasp before going over, taking hold of Ty’s hand and pulling him around her neighbor towards the front door.

  Mrs. Newton fluffed her curls, only to have her eyes widen and her face flush. “Well, you should come by more often, sugar, and see me when I’ve got all my face on.” She waved him off. “Good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  Nessa shut the door on her neighbor and guided him through the next entryway. Once shut, she grunted. “This isn’t even my mail. She just wanted to come over here.” Nessa set the envelope on the side table along with her keys.

  Ty stood in her living room and took it all in. There were pictures on the walls, furniture he’d only seen stuffed into a spare room placed around the space. He blinked. There were figurines placed on a mantel of the fireplace. Understanding slowly dawned on him. She’d done it, she’d unpacked her stuff. Happiness filled his heart.

  “I signed a two year extension on the house, so for now…I’m here.” She shrugged out of her sweater and hung it up. “I mean, I plan on staying…in Texas, well here.” She moved around him and settled on the sofa that now had pillows on it and a pair of matching chairs winging it on the left and right.

  “You unpacked?” His heart hammered out a rapid tattoo as he took it all in. A balloon of hope inflated as he absorbed her words.

  “Yeah, the girls helped me; well, not at night…we got a little drunk…it was my night off. Anyway, it’s not all unpacked. A lot of the heavier stuff still needs to be put somewhere but we managed to do the first floor. I was hoping…well…if we’d started talking again and you still wanted to be with me, that you’d help me?” Her voice lilted at the end.

  He studied her face. Shyness made her seem younger and more innocent. Guarded hope shown in her eyes. “I know what you said before but…”

  He shook his head and her face fell, a frown tugged her full lips down.

  “Baby–” he stalked over to her and lowered down until he was on his knees in front of her, “—that’s not what I mean. What about Briar?” Her unpacking boosted his hope for the future but he had to know about the job offer. Someone as intelligent as Nessa couldn’t just be let go like that. Briar would be, in his opinion, insane to allow that.

  “Oh, Briar is letting me act as a freelance consultant for her firm so no moving. I can work here on any project I want and I promise it won’t interfere with the bar or our partnership, if that’s still on the table. I can always video conference with the other team members so distance isn’t a problem.” She grabbed his hands and gave them a squeeze. “I want this to work. I’m not good at relationships, I don’t know what I need to do but I’m willing to work as hard as I need to and more because you’re worth it.”

  Ty let out a whoop, stood up, bent down and gathered her up in his arms for a full body hug. He pressed a kiss on her lips and pulled back. “That’s all I ever wanted, honey.”

  “Awesome, now can we go shower? It’s been a long shift and we both need to clean off before I allow you on my nice clean sheets.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “Oh, you don’t like the smell of stale beer and deep fried goodness with a dash of sweat?” He rubbed his nose against hers.

  “And we’re only going to sleep. As much as I’d love to get sexy with you, I’m worn out.” To prove her point they both let out a yawn.

  “Fine.” He placed her on her feet only to scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the second floor master bedroom.

  She snuggled into his shoulder. “I love you, Ty. I’m so thankful you took a chance on me and that you trust and love me. I’m really lucky.”

  “Yeah, you really are.” He laughed.

  She slapped his chest.

  “But really, I love you, honey, and I’m glad you did walk into my life and that you’re willing to be a true partner to me in all things in my life. Now about that bacon lube….”

  * * *

  A few weeks later…

  “Um, honey, you sure this is what you want?” Ty tugged on the padded cuffs attached to another set of cuffs to the spokes in her headboard. His legs were spread and bound. “When I said I’d be at your mercy, I wasn’t expecting that you’d take me literally.”

  A droplet of sweat trailed down his hairline before dropping off his chin. He focused on breathing, taking air in through his nose and blowing it out of his mouth slow
and steady to lower the pace of his rapid heartbeat.

  “There–” the bed jostled before settling down, “—and yes. Don’t worry, I won’t push you. Just trust me, please.”

  She paused. He lifted is head and gazed down his body to the end of the bed. Wearing nothing but his old jersey, hair pulled back with tiny curls framing her face. No make-up, eyes luminous and a seductive smile on her lips. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you trust me?”

  Confidence radiated from her, no hesitation. Despite her comfort in having him in this position, he didn’t know. With a few gentle tugs, he found the bonds held but they didn’t dig into his skin, nor were they buckled too tight. He let his head fall back and shut his eyes, breathing in and out.

  “I trust you, but I just…we’ve never done anything like this.” He sucked in a lungful of air when he felt the whisper of her lips against the side of his right calf. The touch continued upward until she reached his thigh. Just a caress of warm flesh that contrasted with the cool air that swirled around the room sent slivers of fire deep into his muscles. He flexed his legs and relaxed them with each brush of her mouth.

  “This is what you get. Me, focusing on just you.” Her tongue traced the tattoo over the scars from his surgery. Light flicks that had his toes curling and pleasure swirling around his groin. His fingers closed into a fist and opened, his palms tingled, needing to touch her, bury his fingers in her silken curls and tug, hold her head in place as he drank from her lips. The bed shook underneath him when she climbed up and settled between his legs.

  Her breath gusted against his balls and the base of his cock. He squirmed, heels digging into the bedspread as she blew on his overheated flesh. Anticipation sang through his veins as he waited for her to do something. His body tensed, he shut his eyes and prayed she’d caress him, something...anything…

  She pressed her tongue to his balls, tracing the line underneath his scrotum. His back bowed; pleasure zipped up and down his spine. Electricity lit his body up. “Fuck,” the word was dragged out of his throat.

  She lapped at the perineum until he was sure he would come right then and there. Then it all stopped. He gasped for air as sweat drenched his face. “Nessa,” he rasped out her name.

  Everything kick-started again when he felt the tip of her tongue trace along the vein that bisected his testicles before she sucked one into her mouth with gentle tugs.

  “Torture,” he panted when she showed the other side the same attention.

  Her laughter rolled over him, tugging at his heartstrings, pulling him out of his arousal for a brief moment before he plunged back in. Need flooded his body in a rush of heat and sensation tripping up his nerve endings. She sat up. He lifted his head and gazed down her body to watch her pick up a bottle of lube, flick up the top and pour some into her palm. She closed the tab and set the container on the bed. Nessa crawled forward and reached down.

  He sucked in a breath as he watched her wrap her fist around the base of his shaft, giving it a squeeze before working it up and down in a slow stroke. His world narrowed down to the warmth of her hands, the grip she had on him and pleasure that zipped around his body, driving him closer to the edge inch by torturous inch. Tingles heated his cock adding to his pleasure. He pushed his hips back and forth, gaining more stimulation but not enough. The wave of climax hung back, like a tide stalled out to sea but he knew it would come back. Had to.

  She pumped him faster, her grip tightened but not enough to cause pain. He felt the tip of her tongue swirl around his flared head before pulling back.

  “Mmm, smoky, a little sweet but salty.” She dipped down again, taking the crown into her mouth. Her tongue flickered over the slit.

  “Ride me, honey, fuck me, please,” he begged. He needed something more, wanted to come so bad, filling her.

  She took more of his cock into her mouth. Her mouth moved up as her hands slid down further. He hissed when he felt her tongue trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

  “Driving me crazy,” he managed to grit out.

  She released him with a soft pop. “Beg me,” she murmured before going back down on him.

  “Please, fuck me.” He would say anything to get her to stop this torture and let him come inside of her.

  She released him again, working her hand up and down at a leisurely pace, pausing only to squeeze him just under the head.

  “Nessa, for God sake, fuck me,” he growled.

  She released him and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “Now that’s no way to ask to be fucked. Do it right.”

  She released him, grabbed the bottle of lube and climbed off the bed.

  Ty pulled on his restraints. “Wait, no! Come back.” She was going to return. She had to. Despite the words he couldn’t calm the nervous flutter in his stomach.

  A square packet appeared above his eyes. “Ask me nicely.”

  His anxiety disappeared at the sight of the condom. “Please, Nessa, baby, ride me.”

  The packet disappeared. She lowered her head and took his lips in a slick kiss. When she moved away, his mouth tingled. His tongue darted out for a taste, like watered down bacon with only a hint of its meaty, smoky, salty flavor. Interesting, but not as good as the real thing. His thoughts scattered when he heard the envelope rip followed by the grip of the rubber being rolled down his shaft. Finally!

  She straddled his hips, rising above him like a goddess up from the ocean. She had discarded his jersey to reveal her full, heavy breasts, stomach and wide hips. With a seductive smile, he lifted his head to watch as she lowered herself down onto him. She placed a hand on his chest, while the other held his cock–her touch warm but he couldn’t feel the softness of her palm through the thin barrier. His regret faded away once he felt the warm kiss of her opening. As much as he would’ve loved to feel her tight, wet, heat on his bare skin they weren’t there yet. Despite the ache growing in his neck, he watched as her sex enveloped him. He gazed up her body to her face. Pure, unadulterated pleasure lit up her features and desire darkened her eyes.

  She planted her other hand on his chest and rode him, her vaginal muscles clenching and relaxing around his shaft, setting off zings of pleasure up and down his spine.

  “That’s it, baby, ride me,” he encouraged. With a grunt he let his head fall back and savored the sensations she created as she fucked him.

  He tugged on his bonds, wishing that he were free. Ty couldn’t deny there was something about being at her mercy, having her use his body for her pleasure that increased his arousal. Faster and faster, her inner walls fluttered around him. She removed one hand. He watched her roll and tug one thick nipple. Each move echoed in her womb causing it to contract with each pinch or pull. Her other breast bounced up and down. Her pace quickened. He met her thrusts with ones of his own, despite his limited ability to move. He gripped the tethers, sweat bathed his body as his orgasm grew closer. She released her peak and slipped a hand down the center of her body to part her folds. Despite the condom he could feel the touch of her fingertip as she worked her clit. Her walls tightened around him.

  “Ty, I’m coming. Oh God,” she gasped out she lifted up and down, faster and faster.

  “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he urged.

  Her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted on a gasp as her pussy gripped him tight. He continued to work his hips. The wave inside of him crested—his cock lengthened and thickened inside of her—before it crashed through him. After they were both able to breathe, she undid the leather bindings on his wrists and then his legs before climbing off of him to cuddle into his side. Her warm breath gusted over his still warm skin.

  He wrapped her up in a hug, holding her close as his heart continued to race. This is how it would always be now that they were together. With a kiss pressed to her forehead he relaxed into the mattress.

  “Love you, Vanessa,” he murmured.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Ty.”

  His hands tightened their grip on her shoulder
and he sent off a silent thanks to the powers that be.

  “Thank you, baby.”

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

  He snorted. “Let’s see how you feel when I’m in control for the next round.”

  “No next round. I work for a hardass cowboy who insists on wearing a stupid cowboy hat around the bar. If I’m not on time, he’ll spank my ass.” She pressed a kiss to his pec.

  “Well, this hardass cowboy is willing to let you off the hook for one more round, but this time you get to be tied down.” He waited for her to deny him or try to put it off.

  “Deal, now hush and get some sleep.”

  “Say it again, Nessa, please.” He needed to hear it one more time, just to be sure.

  “I’m falling in love with you and if you don’t let me sleep, I’m going to deliberately bump into you when we’re working the bar.” She snuggled before she fell asleep.

  “Love you, too, Nessa.” He pressed a kiss on the top of her forehead before finding sleep himself. Ty had everything he wanted and this time there was no fear of losing her. Nessa had planted her roots and found a home and life with him. He wouldn’t be entering the next phase of his life alone, he had found a true partner in all things with her. This time, for both of them, they had found everything they ever wanted in each other and the past was just that. Nothing could ruin their happiness. Ty wouldn’t let it because Nessa was worth it.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Multi-Published Author, part vampire, part pixie, Selena Illyria was born with a need to write and enable. Her imagination takes her into the paranormal, sci-fi and fantasy genres and all sorts of mischief. When not writing she enjoys catching up on her TBR pile, watching some of her favorite programs and listening to her favorite music as well as teasing people with posts on decadent food and plot bunnies. To connect with you her can either go to:

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