Champagne and Cowboys

by Donna Michaels

  “Inside and out.” She twirled her finger through his hair.

  He wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her. “You’re beautiful.” He followed the line of her silken neck, dragging his thumb over the spot where her pulse thrummed. “You deserve love. To be loved,” he whispered.

  She moved her hands up his chest and clung to his shoulders. “I’m flying in my emotions.”

  “What are you feeling, baby?”

  “My heart. It’s beating so fast, so hard.” Her eyes were on his face. He’d never met a woman quite like her, she carried herself gracefully, with confidence, but she now trembled beneath his hands. He knew what she needed and he wanted to give her every ounce she warranted.

  “I haven’t met another woman like you. You’re amazing.”

  He sealed his lips with hers. A jolt of electricity sizzled and scorched through them. He cupped her nape, holding her in a way that allowed better access to her mouth as he tangled his fingers into her hair. He loved the silky smoothness. Sensually, their mouths moved together—against each other. He claimed her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough, but tonight was all they had.

  Drawing back, his breaths were rampant and strong, blowing through her hair. He tightened his hold on her and leaned back onto the bed. Together, they moved up the soft quilt until they were at the pillows. Their bodies were stretched out, her thigh over his zipper and his erection grew to gargantuan size. He thought he’d lose it fast.

  He kissed the side of her face, her neck, moving his hands over her flat stomach and to her pale mounds. She arched and he teased her nipples, lowering his mouth to one hard nub and licking.

  “I’m burning with need from root to tip,” she said in a breathless tone.

  “This is only the beginning,” he promised.

  “I’m going to melt like a snowman.” She chuckled.

  His heart did a one-eighty. She was heaven at his fingertips. He continued to suckle her breasts until she trembled under him. Her hand smoothed down his chest close to the waist of his jeans and his cock ached for her touch. She made a small noise and he growled.

  This was going to be the best thing he’d ever experienced. He knew it.

  He was in no hurry, although he wanted to rip his clothes off and take her.

  She wiggled closer and a wanton smile smoothed over her lips. She was tempting, mesmerizing, and sexy as hell.

  “Let’s get these off.” He slid one finger underneath the strap of her panties and tugged them down her hips and legs as she helped by pushing them off her ankles. “Mmm. Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.” She had a dark patch of hair from pubic bone to her slit. He pushed her thighs apart ever so slightly and her pink lips glistened. If he didn’t get his pants off soon he was going to explode, but he had to take things slow…let her decide the how fast she wanted things to go.

  Go on, girl. You were meant for this.

  Charlie cheered herself on.

  “Your turn.” She slid her finger along the zipper of his jeans.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he said in a husky forced tone.

  She popped the button and lowered the zipper as she kissed the warm skin of his chest, licking one flat, brown nipple, then the other. He shifted, lowering his jeans over his lean hips and freeing his hard sex that pointed at the ceiling. The head was slick and purplish with urgency. She wanted that whole thing in her mouth and the thought made her lick her lips. Lowering her hand over his tight abs, his wet head rubbed her knuckles. Flares of heat traced every vein from breasts to core. “Nice.” She touched his thick head.

  He wrapped one hand around his long shaft and pumped his fist. “All yours. All for you.”

  Her inner thighs shuddered at his words. She pressed her legs together for some relief from the throbbing, but nothing eased the ache in her clit. She brazenly ran her finger over the short hair around his shaft and over his tight balls. His erection pulsated and bounced, nearly touching his belly. Her heart kicked up in speed, hot blood boiling her insides as flashes of light went off like fireworks in her head. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

  Storm hooked one hand at the back of her neck, meeting her gaze. “I knew you were special the second I looked out of the truck window and thought an angel had descended down into my presence.”

  “I’m not an angel,” she whispered.

  “As close as one can get here on earth.”

  A fierce ache ripped through her. He sang these words to all of his fans…and now she was his biggest. Her inner thighs tensed and trembled.

  He lay there, naked and glorious. She wanted to touch him. She fisted his shaft, stroking him, up and down, around and up and down again. His breathing quickened and her heart hammered loud in her ears. Everything she needed at that moment was within her reach. He swelled underneath her palm. He was as hard as steel, every part of him. His flesh was warm and rock solid, smooth as satin. Her body throbbed, aching for more, but she couldn’t, not yet. She wanted to taste him. She moved her mouth to the part of him that stretched toward her. She had no clue how to give a man oral pleasure. She guessed Storm had been with many women who outranked her in skill, but for the life of her, she wanted to kiss him all over. Wanted to be good to him, and for him.

  Boldly, she moved her mouth over his tanned head, tasting the salty goodness of his desire. His breath hitched and his body tensed, proof that he liked her mouth on him. Where she’d lacked in confidence before, suddenly she felt like superwoman with a mouth for pleasure. He was engaged in what she was doing, his heavy pants growing louder. She steadily and rhythmically moved her mouth over his long sex, suckling and licking. Drawing his tip to the back of her throat as deep as she could take him. She never knew giving a blow job could be this much of a turn on.

  As his moans became louder and deeper, she was thrilled. She was surprised she had so much restraint because she wanted to crawl on top of him and ride him fast and furiously.

  She also wanted to stay here, sucking him longer. Wanted to bring him over the edge, have him release in her mouth.

  “You’re so big,” she muttered as she stroked his rock hard shaft with her mouth.

  “How long has it been since you’ve seen one?” His voice was husky.

  She lifted her mouth off of him. “Even if I’d seen a dozen, a hundred or a million, none would compare to you.” She wagged her brows.

  He hissed when she swallowed around his head again. “Not that this doesn’t feel good, sweetheart, but much more and I’m going to explode.”

  “Would that be wrong?” she asked then swallowed him back into her throat.

  He chuckled. “Nothing wrong about that, but I have other plans. Come here so that I can show you.”

  She crawled up beside him and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. It was a sweet gesture. His length pressed her hip, wet and moist from her mouth. She loved every inch of his flesh, warm and solid. His muscles jerked and her core pulsated. This man who showed up from nowhere promised her a passion she’d never known existed. His gaze, his touch, his promises sent moisture flooding the apex of her thighs.

  “Okay, bad boy. What do you want to show me?”

  That was a loaded question. He could think of a hundred things he wanted to do to her. After all, he was in bed with the sexiest female he’d ever known. Constraint wasn’t the easiest right now.

  He slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her sweetness. His body throbbed and he had to be patient. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure,” he said. “And first things first. I like tasting as well as touching.” Her brows shot up and he smiled.

  He gently laid her back onto the bed and held himself over her. He skimmed his gaze over her breasts. His mouth watered for a lick. He swirled one nipple, sucking then gave the other the same attention. He looked up at her. “I could stay right here forever. But there’s another place on your beautiful body that I want to sample.”

  Following the curve of her body, he left a moist trail
down her stomach and to the apex of her thighs, inhaling her musk, cotton candy scent. He slid his tongue along the seam, lapping up her flavors, rolling his tongue over every tender swell. He licked and suckled until she arched her back and a soft moan escaped her.

  “Oh. My. God!” she cried.

  “Easy there, baby. I don’t want you to buck off this bed.” He held her hips steady. Her juices turned thick and he realized she was close.

  “I’m no longer in control,” she whimpered.

  “Let your body go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He swirled his tongue, finding the treasure tucked behind a thin wall of flesh. He blew on the pearl, she cried out again and pulled his hair. He loved that he brought her intense pleasure. “Drift into the feeling, baby. Let it fall over you, through you, around you,” he coaxed.

  He pressed his hands to her breasts, plucking her nipples as she rode his mouth. Her movements became jerky, her juices thicker and then she stopped. Two seconds passed and she arched, moaning deep in her belly. The headboard bounced against the wall and he lifted himself above her, dropping his mouth to her parted lips, sipping her moans as they escaped her throat. He held her steady and close until her body fell into his arms like a limp noodle.

  “I need a second.” He reached for his jeans, found his wallet, grabbed the foiled packet and ripped it open with his teeth.

  Once the sheath covered him, he kissed her, nipping gently at the corners of her lips. “I’ll never forget that taste.” He moved his thigh between her legs, spreading them wide, her heat practically burning him. “You’re perfect. Lovely. I loved how you responded to my mouth.”

  “I’m a hot mess and I love it!” she moaned.

  “Know what comes next?” he asked.

  “You?”

  Charlie had never come so hard and fast, and that was with his mouth. What would happen once he filled her? Would she combust?

  His erection bobbed against her stomach, then he slid between her legs, not entering her, although she clawed at his back in urgency. He didn’t have a clue how badly she needed him.

  He slid his hands under her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her up so that her legs dropped open and her nether lips parted. She could feel the cooler air teasing her moist lips. He pressed his tip against her, enticing.

  “If you don’t put this fire out inside of me soon, you’ll have to resuscitate me.” She chuckled as she grabbed the sheets, her nails tearing at the material.

  He grabbed one hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand. “Relax, my love.”

  She did, just because he said so. She believed if he would have told her the sky was green, she would have believed him. That’s how foolishly she pooled when he was near. She’d never felt this safe or wanted as much with Billy.

  He bent his head and traced her lips with his tongue, snuck inside of her mouth, and explored as she grabbed his shaft. She lifted her hips, rubbing her core against him. The motion made her clit tingle and tremors climbed her spine.

  “You’re so ready.” He winked. “I need inside, sweetheart.”

  “Yes! Now!” Every part of her shuddered.

  “It’ll take every ounce of control not to take you hard and fast,” he admitted.

  “What if I want it hard and fast?”

  “Hm.” He gave her a crooked grin. “Your wish would be my command.”

  Her mouth watered as wet as her inner thighs were. Her breasts ached and the crisp hair on his chest rubbed her nipples, making her body feel like it could float. And then he gave her what she wanted. He slid his bulging head inside of her, meeting the resistance of her muscles. He took his time, allowing her body to adjust to him, slowly, achingly slow. Finally, he slid to his hilt.

  He let out a loud groan, steadying his hips. “Damn. I can’t move or I’ll come.”

  Seconds passed, then he started moving again, slow and then faster. His erection glided into her dripping folds, her slick warmth giving him ease. His shaft stretched her, molding her body to his. Twinges of bittersweet pain developed in her belly and spread to her core where their bodies were connected. She contracted her muscles, tightening her hold on him and he groaned deep in his chest. It had been too long since she’d had a man inside of her…but he was more than worth the wait.

  “I’m so close. Can’t. Stop.”

  She jerked her hips higher, bumping his, feeling his balls bounce against her bottom. She worked him, meeting thrust for thrust.

  With a low shout, he stopped as if to control it, but it was too late. One last thrust and he stiffened, crushing his body against hers, burying his face into the V of her neck until every last shudder left his body.

  Seconds later, he slid to her side, collapsing beside her. “Aw, that was amazing.”

  She smiled. “Better than amazing.”

  Eventually, they fell into a peaceful silence, wrapped in a post-sexual oblivion. Charlie wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying there when she’d heard a faint crashing sound. She lifted her head and looked at Storm’s profile. He was still and his breaths were even. She thought she could have been imagining the sound until it came again, this time louder.

  Careful not to wake him, she slid from under the covers and climbed out of bed. She didn’t bother pulling on her robe. Instead, she reached for his shirt and tugged it on. The material felt incredible against her skin, much like his naked body. She hated to leave the bedroom, but sometimes wild animals smuck into the trash cans and scattered garbage all over the back porch. It was a mess to clean and she’d rather chase them away.

  Downstairs, she quietly made her way into the kitchen and looked through the back door. The trash cans were undisturbed.

  Another crashing sound came from the front of the house.

  She hurried to the front window and peered out. Standing in the yard with the security light shining on his face was the one person she didn’t want to see tonight. Billy. He was going to wake up the entire house—and the neighborhood. The last thing she needed was more rumors.

  Opening the door and stepping out, she came to a sudden halt. Shattered glass covered the porch. “Billy, what are you doing?”

  He took a step closer and she realized he had a beer bottle in his hand, but she couldn’t see if it was empty or full. It didn’t matter, she could tell by his wobbly gait that he was drunk. And he’d shattered other bottles on the cement as if to prove something. Just like him to make a mess for her to clean up.

  “Come out. I need to talk to you,” he muttered.

  “No, Billy. Go home. It’s late.”

  “Fine. I’ll come to you then!” He swayed his way up the stairs, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the puddle of glass.

  “We’re not doing this.” She started to shut the door, but something kept it from closing. She looked down to find his worn boot blocking the path. “Move.”

  “Is that his shirt you’re wearing?”

  He stunk so strongly of alcohol that she feared she would get a buzz by standing this close. “It’s none of your business. We’re over. We’ve been over. We both need to move on.”

  “That’s easy for you to say.” He sniffed loudly.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You let her die. Sunny. Our daughter. The only thing I had.” He wobbled but caught himself on the door frame.

  She swallowed and it felt like he’d broken glass in her throat too. “That’s not true. I didn’t let her die.” Her eyes misted.

  “So you think you can fall in love, marry, have a few more kids and her memory will wash away?” His nose wrinkled in disgust.

  Something in her warned her not to engage with him, but another part understood the pain he was feeling. The demons that made him sad and mean. She’d been there herself. Although she didn’t have any feelings remaining for him, she did care that they had a daughter together. And they both lost her.

  “Billy, I’m sorry that you’re in a bad place, but you can’t keep doing this.” She w
rapped her arms around her waist. “You can’t come here anymore. If I move on it’s not to forget Sunny. That will never happen. We both deserve happiness.”

  He laughed, so wicked that it made her spine clench. “Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. Who’d want you? Especially not some country music star.” His laugh fizzled. “Whether you like it or not all you’re ever going to be is a washed up woman who let her daughter die. You look at me like I’m pathetic, well at least Sunny didn’t die on my watch.” He lifted his hand and threw the bottle at his feet.

  Charlie squealed and jumped back, luckily the glass shards had missed her, yet his words were right on target.

  She watched him turn and fade into the night, like a nightmare.

  Who was she kidding. This was a nightmare.

  Chapter Nine

  The sunlight billowed in from the window onto Charlie’s beautiful naked body. She was lovely, her pale skin still glowing from what they’d shared last night.

  She shifted and he picked up his guitar, thrumming his fingers along the strings lightly. Since he’d woke up that morning, he’d wanted to do something for her. Now he could.

  He continued to play until her eyes fluttered open and a smile spread her lovely lips. “Hi,” she said, dragging the sheet over her.

  “Hi.” He winked. “Did I wake you?”

  She nodded. “The music did.” Her smile grew, reaching her dazzling eyes. “I thought I was dreaming.”

  “Good. I want to play a song for you. It’s not quite finished, but a couple of lines have been playing through my head since I met you.”

  “Really?” Her cheeks turned a pale pink. “Must be the atmosphere.”

  “Must be a pretty lady who makes my heart sing. Now here it goes…”

  “One look and I was forever changed.

  An angel descended and touched my hand

  She opened my eyes

  To something I never knew

  I have to believe I’m enough in Charlie’s eyes

  No words can describe how I feel