Cowgirl Up

by Marteeka Karland

  “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “I knew you were fit, but this...”

  He chuckled. “You’re so good for my ego, Julie Ann. Get the rest of my clothing off so I can unwrap you.”

  “Maybe I don’t want you to. I’m not...”

  “Shhh,” he said, putting a finger to her lips. “You’re not about to proclaim yourself less than perfect. I’ve watched you for weeks now and I know you’re perfect. I’ve seen you filthy dirty working with the cattle and dressed to kill going out to the bar.” He gritted his teeth at the last remark. “Do you know how many rowdy cowboys almost lost their lives because they took too many liberties with you on the dance floor?”

  Finally, she laughed, the tension seeming to drain from her. “I should be freaked out because you’ve been watching me, but I swear Wyatt, it warms my heart. I might be an idiot to say so, but no one has ever looked out for me except my daddy.”

  “Then, from now on, that’s my job.”

  She raised one elegantly arched eyebrow. “You going for the father figure? ’Cause that's a little weird.”

  “Oh, hell no! I’m going more for the jealous husband. Though I’ve never had any experience, I’m pretty sure I can pull it off.”

  If his declaration frightened her, or made her uncomfortable, she didn’t show it. Instead, she reached for his waistband and undid the button on his jeans. Sliding them down his hips, she caressed his buttocks, his thighs, his lower legs. He kicked out of the jeans, and pulled her to her feet before she could do more. He was sweaty and there was no way she was doing anything that intimate until he was clean.

  “What is it?”

  “Go start the shower. I need to be clean so I can do all the things I’ve fantasized about since I met you.”

  She smiled in understanding, thank goodness. Only a woman who worked just as hard as he did could truly understand. Julie Ann knew. Wyatt knew she came home just as hot, sweaty, and dirty as he was now. Fuck, that thought made him even harder.

  While she ran the water, Wyatt removed his socks and underwear, putting the sodden pile of clothing in the corner of her bathroom. He’d wear her out and put them in the wash while she rested. Later.

  Wyatt came up behind Julie Ann as she leaned inside the shower to adjust the water. His hands rested lightly on her hips. She stiffened. Good. She wasn’t used to being touched. That was very good. Wyatt had never felt so possessive in his life, but then this was his Julie Ann. He might not have known her as long as he should have given the depth of his feelings for her, but he couldn’t help it. Wyatt knew in his heart she was his. They were meant for each other.

  “Are you afraid?” He tried to keep his question mild, but he knew he sounded strained.

  “A little,” she admitted. “I haven’t done this in a while and I was never very good at it.”

  Wyatt almost choked on that one. “Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about being good. Just be with me. We’ll muddle through the rest together.”

  She rewarded him with a smile and straightened from the shower. His arms went around her to close securely around her waist. He turned them both until they faced the mirror already clouding with steam. He met her gaze as he lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her bra followed and his hands found the perfection of her breasts. Their slight weight filled his palms and he just stood there, reveling in the ability to hold her.

  Julie Ann trembled slightly, though she leaned against him, obviously trying to find her comfort zone. Wyatt wanted to smile, to encourage her as much as he could, but it was taking everything he had not to simply rip the clothing from her body and ravage her. She was so damned beautiful! Until that moment, Wyatt hadn’t been aware such perfection existed. She was slim, yet curvy in all the right places. Small waist, flared hips and breasts, sleekly-muscled thighs…all perfect for him.

  He peeled her jeans from her legs, encouraging her to step out of them. Her panties went the way of everything else and finally she stood in front of him naked and beautiful. Wyatt was certain he could have just stood there and looked at her in the mirror all day. Her nipples peaked in the cool breeze coming from her bedroom through the open door, making him want to take them between his fingers and roll them gently. Better yet, he wanted to draw them into his mouth. One at a time. Suckle her until she cried out his name and begged him to do more.

  Christ! This wasn’t going to be a slow, sensual assault. If he didn’t get his thoughts under control, he was going to lose it and frighten her off with the fierceness of his need. He gripped her hips and pulled her more fully against his throbbing cock, nestling between her soft cheeks as if he’d found a home there.

  “Damn, baby. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you. You’re so damned beautiful!” He wasn’t a poet, but it was the only way to vocalize his need of her. Knowing it was a losing battle he turned her in his arms and fastened his mouth to hers.

  The second their lips touched, Wyatt felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. Electricity seemed to arch between them to settle deep in his groin. His balls were heavy with need and his cock pounded insistently between them, begging for entrance into her feminine channel. The soothing scents of her bath soaps and light perfume only served to heighten his pleasure and fuel his lust for Julie Ann. Everything around him was her. He was surrounded with Julie Ann as surely as if he’d buried himself deep inside her.

  Somehow, they made it to the shower. Julie Ann whimpered into his mouth and Wyatt almost melted in a puddle right there. She’d wound her arms around his neck and clung to him, her fingers flexing against his skin as she took what she needed. Almost too late, Wyatt saw the shower cap hanging from a hook at the back of the stall. He grabbed it and broke their kiss to gently wind her hair up and tuck it securely into the cap.

  “I might be acting like a cad, but I know from hearing you talk to your girlfriends at the bar you don’t like getting your hair wet.” He grinned as her expression turned from shocked to annoyed.

  “Wyatt Davis, were you eavesdropping on me?”

  “Anything to give me an advantage, honey. As far as I’m concerned, nothing is out of bounds.”

  She looked as if she couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or outraged. Instead, she giggled, sliding her arms around him once more. This time, the move felt natural to Wyatt, as if she, too, felt their connection and eased into it without resistance. His arms came around her as easily as his mouth found hers again. She sighed and opened her mouth, accepting his invading tongue. It was heaven to taste her like this, so sweet and tempting. Her mouth was a haven that seemed to consume him as he kissed her. For the life of him, Wyatt wasn’t certain who was claiming whom. All he knew was that, in the space of a few brief seconds, he had lost his heart completely and he wasn’t certain he wanted to reclaim it.

  Chapter Five

  Julie Ann wouldn’t have been surprised if the shower stall went up in flames. There was no way the heat she and Wyatt generated could be contained by the scant spray of the water. They burned too hot!

  His strong arms held her to him with such force she couldn’t breathe. Or maybe, it was simply the adrenaline coursing through her body. Whatever it was, Julie Ann’s body was coiled and ready to spring, yet at the same time, she wanted to melt at Wyatt’s feet. One thing was certain; the man could kiss. He put just enough force behind it that she had to submit to him, yet she wasn’t overwhelmed by him. His strength could have easily intimidated her, but because of the trembling of his body and the huskiness of his voice when he spoke, she knew he was just as affected as she was. That fact alone gave her strength and courage.

  Finally, Wyatt pulled away, placing little butterfly kisses over her nose, her cheeks, and chin. “I’d better get washed if we want to continue this. I don’t intend to take you in the shower our first time.” He grinned wickedly before kissing her once more. “Though, I make no promises about the second time.”

  Julie Ann giggled,
her fingers trailing over his chest to shape the heavy muscles she found there. Wyatt handed her the soap. “Wash me.” His husky command sent shivers over her body and her cunt wept with need. The man was lethal. He could melt a woman at a hundred paces with that voice and that smile... and that body! Julie Ann groaned inwardly. She was such a goner.

  Obediently, she rubbed the fresh, clean smelling soap between her palms until the lather was rich and thick. Her hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders. Lower. She traced every ridge and hollow of his sculpted torso, memorizing the layout in case she never got to do this again. The thought was distressing. She needed this man in her life. He was kind and gentle, not to mention sexy as hell. The way he’d stood up for her before had only solidified his place in her heart. The fact that he’d insisted on staying—even if he did have ulterior motives—meant the world to her. Heaven knows she couldn’t fault him for wanting to have sex with her. She wanted the same from him. As long as he understood it wasn’t for money, she was fine with it. She’d take care of the ranch herself. This was for her. Not for the memory of her family. For her. Standing here in the shower with Wyatt, she knew in her heart he wasn’t the scoundrel James Cameron was. Wyatt was a good man. He wouldn’t have helped her as much as he had otherwise.

  Taking the soap once again, Julie Ann rubbed the bar over his body this time, wanting to see his reaction to different stimuli. If she was going to do this, she was putting her whole heart into it. She rubbed the smooth bar over his chest and stomach. And lower.

  She lathered the soap between her hands once more before gripping his shaft tentatively. It jumped in her hands and Wyatt took in a sharp breath. She looked at him, but his eyes were closed and his head back, the water cascading over his hair. Julie Ann slid her soapy hand down his cock, massaging the soap over his thick erection and taut balls. She marveled at the size of him even as she brushed her finger over the tip where the soap mixed with a pearly drop of pre-cum.

  “Christ!” Wyatt pulled her hands away from him, urging them to circle his neck. He lifted her and Julie Ann wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively. Wyatt turned them so the spray hit between their bodies, rinsing the soap away along with Julie Ann’s last ounce of self-preservation. She fused her mouth to his, spearing her tongue deep in an effort to inflame him more. He actually growled, thrusting his tongue into her mouth just like Julie Ann wanted him thrusting in and out of her body. The persistent pushing of his cock against her bottom let her know he was just as affected as she was.

  Water sluiced over them like a lover’s caress. Julie Ann wasn’t certain she could make it out of the shower. She wiggled and maneuvered, trying to bring her sex in line with Wyatt’s dick. She wanted this—wanted him—and she was woman enough to take what she wanted.

  Wyatt fumbled for the faucet, but Julie Ann was barely aware of it. When the spray stopped, he stepped out of the stall with her still wrapped around his body, seeking his cock with her pussy. Every move he made brought her that much closer to her goal. He rested her on the vanity, reaching for a towel at the same time. With his groin still mashed against hers, he hastily dried them before tossing her shower cap aside and stumbling to the bedroom.

  They fell together in a heap on her queen sized bed, Wyatt kissing her with a fierceness she’d never experienced. A small sound escaped her as she met each thrust of his tongue with one of her own.

  Wyatt maneuvered them further up on the bed, hooking one of her legs over his forearm and giving him better access to her. His cock rubbed over her sensitive clit with each movement of his hips. Julie Ann was certain she would die before he ever got around to taking her, but Wyatt, for all his fierce kisses and shaking body, didn’t seem interested in rushing things.

  “I need you, Wyatt!” Her cry was a plea for mercy. She knew it was. Wyatt, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have gotten the message because instead of surging into her he moved down her body. He found one nipple with his mouth and sucked gently, rubbing the sensitive peak between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Julie Ann tugged at his hair, holding him to her. Electricity zinged from her nipple straight to her pussy.

  “Patience, sweetheart,” was his husky reply. “We have all night. I plan on enjoying you while I have the chance.” When he finished speaking, Wyatt moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same maddening attention.

  By the time he got around to kissing, licking, and nipping his way down her torso to her cunt, Julie Ann was almost screaming with pleasure. Sex had never been like this. Wyatt consumed her, took her body places it had never been and made it his own. She had no idea what the future held, but she knew she’d never forget this as long as she lived.

  The musky scent of their sweat and sex permeated her bedroom. Their lovemaking was accompanied by their moans, whimpers, and cries as Wyatt touched and kissed every inch of her body. When his greedy mouth finally covered her sex, Julie Ann came with an intensity she hadn’t known herself capable of. Her vision narrowed to Wyatt’s head between her thighs, her fingers bunched tightly in his hair, holding him close. She rode his face as best she could, needing the pleasure he brought her like she needed to breathe.

  For a few moments, all Julie Ann could do was lay there, looking at the ceiling as Wyatt sucked and flicked her sensitized clit. When her orgasm claimed her, stars actually danced over her field of vision and she screamed his name until her throat was raw and hurting.

  He didn’t give her a chance to recover. Wyatt was over her, pressing against her before the spasms stopped.

  With one smooth stroke, he plunged into her, stretching her deliciously. He was a big man and Julie Ann, while not an innocent, wasn’t the type to sleep with just any man. The burn from the way he stretched her cunt only added to the pleasure and excitement. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, wailing her pleasure in a sure, loud scream.

  “Look at me, Julie Ann. Look at me!” His voice was gruff in command. It only made her cream for him all the more. She obeyed, tears streaming from her eyes. Tears of pleasure, of joy. It was all so beautiful, she couldn’t help herself. Even amidst the savagery of his possession, she still felt love in every touch of his mouth, his hands, his body. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Don’t look away. I want to see every expression, every emotion. I want it all.”

  When Julie Ann nodded, Wyatt began to move.

  Wyatt wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself together. She was so hot and tight. The friction on his dick was maddening. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and let go. But watching her come apart under his mouth had been like watching some carnal angel in heaven. Her responses were genuine, not planned to boost his ego or to get the act over with as soon as possible. He could see it all in her eyes. When she came, their chocolate amber depths seemed to glaze over and darken. Her body trembled beneath him, clenching around his tongue, and now his dick. Little spasms of delight rippled through her and threatened to squeeze the life out of him.

  When he moved, she clamped even tighter around him. Gasps escaped her lips and her eyes lids slid halfway closed, but she still kept eye contact with him.

  Fire raced through him, centering on the place where their bodies joined. Each surge forward brought him closer and closer to his own orgasm, but he held on to his control with every ounce of willpower he possessed. It was a good thing he was stubborn, otherwise he would’ve exploded the second he entered her. Her body was a haven he’d never thought to enjoy and he intended to keep her. Forever.

  Julie Ann braced her free foot on the back of his calf, using it as leverage to push herself onto him. Faster and faster she urged him, pulling with her hands on his hips. She panted out her breath and sweat slickened her skin so their bodies glided together with ease.

  “Oh, sweet merciful heaven, Wyatt! I’m coming! God, I’m coming!” Her muscles clamped down on him and the sensation was too damned much for Wyatt. He held off as long as he could, wanting her to ride out her pleasure before he took his.

 
; With a primal scream, Julie Ann arched her back. Wyatt gave himself the go ahead and let himself be consumed by the fire arching between them. Hot seed burst into her, jet after jet bathing her insides. With a moment of panic, Wyatt realized he hadn’t used protection. Never in his adult life had he made that mistake. Unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to stop now. He intended to marry Julie Ann so protection wasn’t at the top of the priority list. Still, he should have thought to ask her.

  Julie Ann clung to him, her heart pounding so hard he could feel it through her breasts. Hell, his own heart hammered almost unbearably hard. All Wyatt could do was lay there, gasping for breath, still buried inside Julie Ann. He’d be happy to stay like this forever.

  “Wow,” she breathed. When he looked at her, her eyes were wide in wonder. “I’ve never experienced anything so wonderful, Wyatt.” She stroked his cheek with her fingertips. “Thank you.”

  He chuckled. “Honey, that was all you. Sex has never been like this for me. I just went along for the ride.”

  Her giggle poured over him like warm honey, melting his insides so that, in this one perfect moment, he’d have given Julie Ann anything in the world. She was the woman for him, everything he’d always wanted. She was beautiful beyond measure, honest to a fault, more caring than anyone he’d ever met, and spunky as hell.

  With a groan, he levered himself off the bed, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth before heading to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean them both. Once he was certain she was comfortable, he crawled beneath the covers and pulled her close to him, nuzzling her head with his lips and chin. She was drowsy, but seemed happy, if the smile on her face was any indication. Julie Ann put her hand over the one he had resting on her belly. Moments later, her breathing was deep and even.

  Wyatt sighed. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d felt so contented. He had had sex with many women over the course of his adult life, but never had he even considered spending the night with a woman. Not unless they’d had sex all night anyway. When he was ready for sleep, he went home. End of story. Now, all he wanted to do was drift off to sleep with his woman wrapped securely in his arms. Moments later, that’s exactly what he did.