The Big Girl's Guide to Buying Lingerie: A Cowboy Love Story (Bluebonnet, Texas Book 4)

by Amie Stuart

  “I know. There’s still the...the horse thing, but after that.” She shrugged.

  He chuckled at the horse reference. He still hadn’t figured out how they’d manage that one. “Skye, I want you.” Even so, he couldn’t lie. “I...I can’t make promises about how long, but I want you for longer than just today.” He leaned down and caught her lips in a quick soft kiss before continuing. “And I promise, you won't regret it come morning.”

  “Morning?”

  “Yeah, morning,” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

  She smiled and ducked her head, and it finally dawned on him that Susie had been right. She was shy.

  Aware of his painful erection and the need to draw her in, take his time, Rowdy pressed his lips to the fluttering pulse at the base of her neck and waited. She shivered against his lips and leaned into him, and he continued tracing kisses up her neck since he didn’t hear any more protests. Instead, he felt her hands on his back, then on his arms as she pulled him closer until he bit the tender spot on her shoulder, and she bucked against him, growling his name from between clenched teeth.

  He planted a soft kiss on the spot he’d bitten, then smiled down at her.

  “Upstairs,” she gasped, one hand taking hold of his.

  “Lead the way.” He gave her a soft kiss and another smile. Skye led him up the stairs to her bedroom. Complete with brightly colored walls, an eclectic mix of antiques and modern western art, her unmade bed and last night’s clothes strewn on the floor.

  He slowly peeled her shirt off, grinning at the sight of a green and black tiger stripe bra that contrasted with her pale skin. He watched her face as he circled her waist, his hands skimming the curves of her back until he reached the hooks holding her bra closed. She watched him, too, her lower lip caught between her teeth. One by one, he unhooked them and let the straps fall loose before pulling them down her arms.

  Berries.

  Her nipples were the color of dark overripe berries. And her breasts overflowed his hands. They were heavy and silky soft and pale against the tanned skin of his hands.

  Leaning over, he covered one sensitive peak with his mouth and lightly kneaded the other with his fingers, as his blood heated with anticipation. Her nipple hardened against his tongue, and he suckled until she whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders.

  Rowdy released her long enough to finish undressing her.

  She wore matching panties.

  But he barely got a chance to admire the dark curls between her thighs or touch her before she dove under the messy bedding and rolled to face him, an embarrassed smile on her pink face. He shucked his jeans and briefs before joining her, stretching out on the pale striped bed linens that smelled like her.

  He pulled her to him and ran the fingers of his free hand down her arm, forcing her to give up her fight with the tangled sheets. They didn’t need them anyway. “You feel good.”

  “You’re huge.” Her face turned three more shades of red. So she’d noticed.

  “It just looks big cause you haven’t had sex in three years,” he teased. He felt like he was drowning in her sweet softness and the exotic earthy scent of her perfume. It was everywhere and left him feeling intoxicated.

  “I ache,” she whimpered, rubbing her smooth legs against his. So did he.

  He leaned up on one elbow and slipped one hand in the curls between her thighs to discover she was drenched. Her lashes lowered and her hips arched against his hand as she sighed.

  Rowdy ignored the obvious, choosing instead to explore the rest of her. He caressed her velvety soft thighs as she rubbed them against his legs and snuggled as close as she could get. Her belly quivered under his fingertips, her eyes unfocused and, then slowly fluttered shut. She lightly skimmed his back with her snort nails and relaxed against him.

  There, that was better.

  Her nipples puckered rudely at the lightest touch, proving how sensitive they were. He smiled and taunted the tender peaks with his fingers and tongue, burying his face in her lush, heavy breasts.

  “Robbie, please,” she panted, rubbing against him, her fingers brushing against his erection with a tentative caress. He didn’t want her to think she had to reciprocate. Maybe next time.

  “No, baby. Not yet.” Rowdy eased his hips away from her hand and kissed her, repeatedly, nibbling at her sweet lips. Exploring her soft mouth with deep, exploratory kisses full of promise. They varied from light and teasing to an erotic tongue-play that nearly pushed him over the edge.

  He groaned, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to settle between her thighs and thrust inside and make her his. He wanted to feel her tight wetness around him, working his cock. Instead, he slipped one finger inside her, smiling at the feel of her milking him. His balls twitched in an automatic response to her heat. Her need.

  He added another, rubbing against the sensitive walls and stretching her as best he could. She wasn’t quite ready, and Rowdy didn’t want to hurt her, only mate with her. Whimpering softly, she shifted beside him, clutching his wrist. He groaned as the ache in his balls slowly intensified and logic left him.

  Her excitement drove him on. Instead of giving in to the urge to fuck like an animal, he latched onto a nipple with his mouth and continued to stroke her with his fingers. Her legs spread wide beneath the sheet, one hand scratching at his forearm, the other in his hair or rubbing his neck and back.

  “Robbie!” Skye convulsed around his fingers, tighter this time, and bucked, grinding her hips against his hand.

  He looked up. Her eyes were open, but still unfocused on the ceiling and her breathing heavy. Enough!

  He positioned himself between her thighs, and with a gentle thrust, felt her close around him, warm and very tight. He groaned in satisfaction and focused on her as she arched to meet him and hissed a low “yes.”

  “Easy, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

  “I want it all,” she growled, digging her nails into his back.

  “I want you to be able to walk tomorrow,” he quipped, throwing back the sheet and wrapping his arms beneath the pillow on either side of her head. She panted and whimpered, her walls pulsating around his cock as she squirmed against him for release.

  “Robbie, please! I wanna come,” she begged long and loud, finally meeting his eyes.

  “I know, Skye.” He slowly withdrew and sank back into her tight warmth in one long stroke.

  “Please!” She locked her arms around his neck and thrust to meet him again.

  He repeated the process, and she smiled and lowered her eyelids, relaxing the tiniest bit. One stroke became two and they multiplied until they were both slick with sweat. He fucked and played, and she greedily took everything he gave her, meeting each thrust and growling and clawing at his back. For the longest time all he could hear was their heavy breathing and bodies slapping together furiously.

  “Hurry!”

  “Not yet. Come for me first,” he coaxed. He captured her lips and briefly delved into her mouth.

  “Help me,” she begged against his lips before latching onto his tongue and dragging him down for more.

  He didn’t know how much longer he could hang on. But he knew one sure-fire way to make her come, and fast. He slowed his pace, then came to a halt deep inside her with a low groan as a shiver danced down his back straight to his tight balls. She was so incredibly wet!

  There was plenty of room on either side for him to roll over. “Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered.

  She did, and Rowdy rolled, putting her on top. They paused for a second, her warm breath tickling his neck. “Sit up.”

  “I need the sheet,” she gasped, her head on his chest.

  “Fuck the sheet! Sit up and ride me, now.” God, he wanted to come inside her so bad!

  She did. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned long and loud. Dammit, she felt so good!

  He caught his breath, licked two fingers and teased her clit as she tried to find her rhythm.

  He knew he
hit pay dirt as she squealed and bucked, riding him harder, her eyes closed and breasts bouncing. Then she started screaming. His name, obscenities, for God to help her. All of it. He came with a laugh and a shout, pulling her down on top of him and thrusting beneath her until he was satisfied.

  For now. It was gonna be a long night for the both of them.

  CELIBACY IS FOR LOSERS

  I COULDN’T CATCH my breath and I had a cramp in the back of my left thigh, but I didn’t want to move. I was too busy enjoying the feel of Robbie buried inside me and too mellow from the aftereffects of my orgasm, and for just a second, I didn’t care that every bare-assed naked inch of me was there for him to see or feel.

  Of course, he’d already felt most of it.

  I felt like I could sleep for a week. But then, I’ve never considered rolling over and dozing off after sex an insult. Grinning, I turned my head and kissed his chest, letting the sprinkle of hairs tickle my nose.

  I stretched my left leg as best I could, afraid to move too much. Afraid he’d make me move off him.

  “Cramp?” he asked, his fingers playing in my hair. I nodded and Robbie reached down and worked the knot out of my thigh. “Better?”

  “A little, but I need to stretch it out.” Before I could figure out how to with the least amount of mess and fuss, he rolled us back over. If Robbie could flip me like a pancake, then he obviously didn’t spend all his time working on computers. I breathed a sigh of relief at being able to comfortably stretch and he continued to knead the cramp for me.

  “Better now?”

  I nodded, still speechless over having just had incredibly, mind-blowing sex with Robbie...Rowdy...Robbie. What the hell was I doing? Worse, I wanted more. Even as I lay there, the sweat drying on me, I wanted a whole lot more.

  With one last kiss, he eased off me and stretched out beside me, pulling me into his arms.

  Everything still felt very surreal. I’d dreamed of him for so long, and I’d been celibate even longer. Masturbation did have its short-comings. No puns intended. A self-induced orgasm couldn’t even compare with a Robbie-induced one.

  “You’re awful quiet there.”

  I smiled over at him as I reached behind me and tugged the sheet up over me. As if he hadn’t noticed my size, but me naked was a whole ‘nother matter. “That was amazing,” I giggled.

  Robbie wiggled his eyebrows at me, the lips under his moustache curving into a smile as he propped himself up on one elbow. He rubbed my nipple through the sheet, laughing when it puckered and made a mini-tent. “Sorry. I love your tits.”

  “Here I thought you were a leg man.” Maybe if I laid still he’d keep doing it, and...my belly clenched.

  “I like it all.” He continued to rub his thumb across my nipple and with a sigh of contentment, I leaned up and touched my lips to his, enjoying the feel of them and the soft tickle of his moustache. I moaned in his mouth as he tweaked my nipple. “Robbie.”

  “Like that?” He continued to roll the tender skin between his fingers. I felt the tingling results between my thighs. We’d barely caught our breaths, and already I wanted to scream at him to fuck me.

  He stopped his teasing, re-covered my breast with the sheet and gently rubbed his palm across. I blew out a long, slow breath of relief as the heat slowly abated. For now.

  I had more urgent matters to deal with. Namely, my bladder, and how to get to the bathroom with my dignity intact. None of my clothing was within arm’s reach and I wasn’t keen on parading around in front of him naked. I struggled out of bed, dragging the sheet with me. Just as I reached the corner of the bed, I found my robe of 400-count percale ripped from my fingers. Arms crossed over my breasts, I stared at him, wide-eyed. So much for my dignity. “Why did you do that?”

  “Baby, I already saw you naked. I don’t know what you’re tryin’ to hide.” Robbie lay stretched across the bed buck naked, my makeshift robe clutched in his fist, a smirk on his handsome face.

  My t-shirt was somewhere on his side of the bed—it might as well have been in India. The dresser mocked me from its place beside the bathroom door. My chaise, normally loaded with extra laundry, was empty. I took a deep breath and did my best to act casual and not bounce or jiggle too much as I made a beeline for my shirt.

  “Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean I care to parade around that way.”

  “I like the way you parade.” He lay back on the bed, propped on his elbows. I couldn’t help myself. I peeked, then stopped for a better look. He had a bit of a farmer’s tan, his stomach a few shades lighter than his upper chest and arms, and he was stocky, but not all muscle. His long legs were covered with the same shade of dark blond hair on his well-defined chest. His semi-hard cock was surrounded by dark blond hair, and everything about him was thick. From his arms to his legs to...well, his cock.

  “See anything you like?”

  Snorting with laughter, I snatched my shirt up from the floor.

  “I don’t know why you’re botherin’, baby. I’m just gonna peel it off of ya soon as you get back in this bed.”

  I yanked it on anyway, quickly took care of business in the bathroom and came out to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. Still buck-naked.

  “You have no shame at all.” Muh Gawd, my mouth actually watered. Apparently, I didn’t have any shame either.

  “No, baby, and I’m all yours.”

  I had no willpower in the face of his mischievous grin. I shook my head and strolled across the room toward him. He grabbed the edge of my t-shirt, stood and yanked it over my head before doing just like he said, and dragging me back to bed.

  We came up for air—and food—a while later, polishing off the leftovers from lunch picnic-style on my bed while I did my best to ignore the fact he’d be leaving soon to play at the dancehall tonight. I wanted him to curl up in bed with me, not leave me here all alone after we’d had the most incredible afternoon together.

  “You coming with me tomorrow?” he asked between bites of fruit salad.

  “I thought you said I didn’t need to.” I doubted I’d be able to walk tomorrow, let alone spend the afternoon at some family barbecue.

  “You don’t, but you can, if you want. Susie likes you. I’m pretty sure Toni does too.”

  “Do you want me to go?” I asked, unable to meet his eyes. His statement about Susie struck me as odd, and I felt like a twelve-year-old: I will if you will.

  The thought of spending the day with Robbie sounded kind of fun, but I wasn’t sure about all those women. Not after last night. They were…intimidating. Not in the same way as Her Judgeship, but still…

  “Just think about it.”

  The last time he said that to me, I’d choked on a cookie.

  ROBBIE GOT CLEANED up and took off for the dancehall, promising to return after they closed. I went back to bed, and watched “Independence Day” in my room. My mind wasn’t really on the movie but on Robbie, our afternoon together and our fake engagement. Sorting it all out, figuring out what it all meant and where it was going seemed impossible.

  Long after midnight the phone woke me, and I struggled to stay awake while he drove over from his house, after a quick stop for his toothbrush and clean clothes and condoms.

  I let him in and crawled back in bed, nearly falling back to sleep while I waited for him to get out of the shower. Then he snuggled up against me, all damp and warm and hard, and we had sleepy-sex. The kind of sex you have when you’re barely awake and all relaxed, and everything feels so mellow and dream-like.

  The next morning we started on round something or other in the shower. Apparently, Robbie did know what those detachable showerheads were for.

  How could I resist? He was so damned cute, and I realized when I started thinking how cute his receding hairline was that I was in big trouble, because I was too happy to care what it all meant.

  “So,” he started in over a breakfast of waffles and bacon we’d cooked together, “are you game for this afternoon, or no?”r />
  The words were so casually spoken, if I hadn’t happened to glance up at him, I might have missed the intense, probing look on his face before it disappeared, hidden behind his usual flirty twinkle. He wanted me to go.

  And maybe I wasn’t quite ready to give up on my Shy yet. Somewhere under that rough exterior was the Robbie I’d fallen in love with.

  “What time do we need to leave?”

  We took Robbie’s Bronco, and to my surprise, turned off the highway at the same exit for the dancehall. Robbie turned under the highway and drove for a few more miles before he slowed, waiting on a battered Ford to pass by. One last turn and the Bronco bounced across the cattle guard on worn shocks. We eased up the gravel road, lined with a white 3-rail fence along both sides. My God, all those cows. They didn’t look near as cute as they did on TV.

  “Is this all Tim’s?” I knew I had to be wrong the minute the words were out of my mouth. Tim wouldn’t need this many houses. I spotted four, plus two barns. No, five houses, one with what looked like an old-fashioned detached garage beside it.

  “Remember when I told your mom Tim’s family claimed me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “This is family.” He waved a hand to indicate the land around us. In the field to my right some young horses played. I saw a couple of huge old oaks and even more cows in the field off to the left. “You plan on explaining or just leaving me wondering?”

  “Jerrod and Maggie Boudreaux are Tim’s godparents. His land and theirs are back to back.” Rowdy pulled to a stop and pointed at a white two-story with charcoal trim across from the white one. “When Tim built his house, Jerrod insisted he build there, even though technically, it’s Boudreaux land. He wanted Tim and Charlene—”

  “Your sister?” I did my best to keep it all straight in my head as he explained.

  “Yeah, he wanted them close by. I don’t really have any family now with mom and Charlene gone, so they sort of took me on.”

  “Aw, that’s nice.”

  “They didn’t do it to be nice.”

  I clamped my lips shut at his sharp retort. Once he pulled into Tim’s driveway and killed the engine, I opened my mouth to apologize, but he was out of the truck, swinging Rene around in his arms. I followed his lead and climbed out, hit with an attack of nerves at the sight of the dancehall’s imposing bartender—Toni—stepping off the porch with a frown on her face. “Get off him, Rene!”