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

by Amie Stuart

  “They’re playing a slow song.” He swayed against me and unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse, spreading it wide. My nipples hardened and tingled at the sudden exposure to fresh air and the feel of Rowdy’s fingertips brushing across them. I swayed with him, catching my lip between my teeth.

  “Rest your head on my chest,” he ordered softly, shifting us so he was between me and anyone who might surprise us. I had a huge oak tree at my back.

  I rested my chin on his chest, my hands on either side. His fingers continued to squeeze and roll my nipples, applying more pressure as he went. My knees shook. I moaned softly and bit my lip, my belly quivering, and I resisted the urge to squirm against the ache between my thighs. I caught my breath at one especially hard pinch I felt all the way to my clit. One hand never stopped, but his other hand slipped down and grabbed up handfuls of skirt.

  “You skipped the panties,” he husked, his hands skimming my bare bottom.

  “They’re in my purse,” I said with a soft laugh. Then sucked in a deep breath and dug my fingers into his chest at his probing fingers. I ducked my head and let out a long soft moan.

  He hushed me and continued gently kneading my outer lips, making me squirm even more. We swayed slowly to the faint sounds of some unidentifiable song, and as he spread my lips and found my clitoris, my knees nearly buckled.

  “Turn around,” he ordered softly.

  I did, leaned my head back against his chest and wriggled against the hands that cupped my ass.

  “Prop your leg on the bench.”

  I grabbed onto his arms so I didn’t lose my balance and followed his instruction. His hand was in my bra. His lips were on my neck and I rested my weight against him, trying desperately not to scream as he adjusted his fingers and stroked me from behind. I didn’t care if we got caught, I didn’t care if the whole town watched. I wanted him.

  “Come on, Skye.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Open your eyes.” He freed one nipple from the confining lace and pinched it for emphasis. “Feel good? Talk to me. Tell me—”

  “I wanna bend over and—”

  He chuckled in my ear. “Not now, but in a while you’ll get the chance to bend over, baby. On the back of that horse. Then all we have to do is hang on. The horse does all the work for us. Like that?” He stroked and teased, and pinched and played while he talked.

  “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” I rode his fingers harder, excited at the thought of his cock in me again.

  On a horse, almost naked under the big yellow moon overhead. All the sudden, my world came to a screeching halt and reversed itself. Where once I’d ridden his fingers fast, now I wanted to slow down and savor the experience, the orgasm rippling through me, his fingers pinching my nipple, the thumb teasing my ass, his lips on my neck, the soft scrape of his stubble.

  Instead, he released my breast and grabbed my hair, forcing my head back so he could kiss me. If he hadn’t, I would have ended up face first against the tree. That would have certainly gotten us an audience. His lips sealed off the scream in the back of my throat, and as his fingers slowed, so did his mouth. From deep and almost painful to soft and gentle as he slid his fingers from inside me and planted tiny baby kisses from one corner of my lips to the other.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered. I sagged against him, jumpy and gasping for air. I heard a soft rustling, then felt him wiping away the excess moisture.

  “You think of everything.”

  “I try,” he said with a tiny grin.

  I giggled as he helped me get settled on the bench before walking over to a nearby trash barrel and getting rid of the evidence. I could have curled up in a ball and gone to sleep, I was so relaxed. I rested one arm on the back of the bench and laid my head on my arm.

  “You want to sit?”

  “I can’t,” he replied, eyebrows raised. I glanced down and giggled again at the evidence of his hard-on encased in denim.

  “Closing time’s a long way off.” I reached forward and rubbed the palm of my hand against his erection.

  He grunted and backed away with a smile, blowing out a heavy breath. “Yes it is, and I see ice water in my future.”

  “I could always return the favor on your next break.”

  He leaned over, resting one knee on the bench and kissed me. “Lemme think about it. I don’t want that horseback ride to last three seconds but...”

  “I understand.”

  He handed me another napkin. “Fix your lipstick, Skye baby. It’s a little smeared.”

  Rowdy declined my offer of a blowjob on his second break. Instead, we danced. He beat Pete the tourist all to hell, too. By the time he went back for the last set, I was hot and sweaty and felt absolutely wicked after twirling around the dance floor with no panties on.

  I’D THOUGHT BY nearly three in the morning I’d be too tired for another round with Rowdy, but I was wrong. The hours since our tryst in the beer garden, the kisses and the slow dances we’d shared had been nothing more than hours and hours of foreplay.

  The dancehall’s parking lot was empty but for Susie’s SUV and a few of the waitresses cars. We stopped in front of my car and Rowdy tugged me close for another long leisurely kiss that left me hot and tingly.

  “We’ll drop your car at my house then head for the ranch,” he murmured against my lips.

  “I’ll follow you.”

  He held the car door for me and shut it after I climbed in. I was tired, but wide awake and very aware of what I was about to do. I parked in Robbie’s driveway and climbed in his Bronco sitting at the curb. He exited the house a few minutes later dressed in a dark t-shirt and sweats, carrying a quilt.

  “Protection?” I asked as he slid behind the wheel.

  “I’m armed, honey, don’t worry.”

  I giggled and snapped my seatbelt on. We drove back toward the bar in easy silence, then to my surprise, drove right by the ranch entrance a few minutes later. “Uh...” I pointed over my shoulder.

  “There’s a back door. Up for a midnight stroll?”

  “Sure?” But I wasn’t sure and neither were the butterflies in my stomach. A few hundred yards past the ranch, we pulled onto a dirt road. Rowdy killed the lights and drove by the light of an almost full moon until we were out of sight of the county road. He pulled into the driveway of a burned out shell of a house and parked, killing the engine. The view was downright spooky. “Where are we?”

  “Tim’s. The field back there holds most of his herd,” he said, pointing across the road at the moonlit field behind us. “Since it’s summer, he doesn’t stable most of them at night.”

  “Oh. How, uh...how are we gonna do this?”

  “Leave it to me.” He grinned, his teeth gleaming dimly in the moonlight. The sudden sound of his door opening and the overhead light coming on startled me. I blinked and smiled but was unable to hide my uneasiness.

  “Co’mere,” he whispered, his expression turning serious. I leaned over the console until our lips touched, and I couldn’t hold back a sigh as I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. The fire he’d started earlier in the evening in the dancehall’s beer garden suddenly burned hotter.

  “Ready?”

  “Past,” I replied with a nod.

  “Come on then.” He stopped to retrieve the quilt and met me at the back of the Bronco. “Gimme your arm.”

  I wrapped my arm in his and we slowly walked across the road. The only sound I could hear was the occasional horse noise, and crickets. Or cicadas. I wasn’t sure which and it didn't matter anyway. A breeze picked up and blew my hair in my face. I brushed it back and stumbled, cursing my strappy sexy shoes. The tall grasses on the side of the road tickled my bare legs.

  “I should have brought you some socks,” Rowdy teased as he led me to the fence, a wood affair with four slats that gleamed white in the moonlight. He draped the quilt he’d been carrying across the fence and sighed. “Somehow, this isn’t near as exciting as I’d thought it would be.”

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bsp; I giggled, glad I wasn’t the only one sweating the mind-boggling logistics of how to catch and mount a saddle-less horse in the dark. He let out a long, low whistle and the horses moved. Some away, some trotted closer to investigate.

  Rowdy straddled the fence and reached out to pet one. “This is Eve, come say hello.”

  I struggled out of my shoes and gingerly climbed on the lowest fence rung, then held my hand out to Eve. “Bible name or sense of humor.” I kept my voice low, afraid I’d scare her off.

  “Both,” he chuckled softly. “Her daughter’s name is Delilah. We’d take her, but she’s Tim’s prize mare. Eve here is gentle as a lamb and has beautiful manners, don’tcha girl.”

  She nickered as if to say, “Of course,” and eyed me over her shoulder.

  I continued to scratch behind her ears while Rowdy hopped the fence and rubbed under her chin. “She’s gentle enough, she won't get spooked easy, and she has enough sense she won't get us killed if we’re...too distracted.”

  I giggled again, trying to stifle my growing case of nerves.

  “Spread the blanket in half and throw it over her back.”

  I did, praying I wouldn't lose my balance and end up in the ditch behind me.

  “Did you take off your shoes?” He wrapped an arm around Eve’s neck and circled around the far side.

  “Of course! How do you think I got up here?”

  With a chuckle he said, “Now, climb on her backward.”

  “Huh?” I couldn’t resist my own snort of laughter.

  “Tuck your skirt up so you don’t get tangled and slide on backward.

  “You’re shittin’ me?” I hissed. “No wonder you couldn’t get anyone to do this with you.”

  “Just do it,” he hissed back as he grinned up at me.

  I tucked my skirt up so that my legs were exposed and gingerly climbed the fence, praying I didn’t lose my balance and permanently maim myself. I couldn’t resist another snort of self-conscious laughter as I teetered on the third rung. Rowdy stood with his head down and shoulders shaking. “Get on,” he urged while Eve whinnied her agreement.

  With a sigh, I eyed my target. Eve had a broad back which was good and bad. Stretching my short little leg across from the fence and not falling, hurting myself or ending up under her hooves in the process had me cringing. Old cartoons of characters sliding around under the belly of a horse while they clung to the saddle flashed through my mind, and I struggled with another case of nervous laughter.

  “She’s as close to the fence as I can get her, Darlin’. Now please stop laughing and get on,” he begged.

  One more deep breath and a last long look at Eve before I eased myself over the fence, and turned around. With my backside facing hers, all I had to do was sit down. Easier said than done—but I got it done! Now I could turn forward or backward.

  If that were the hardest thing I did all night, maybe horsy sexy wouldn’t be so bad.

  “Thank God!”

  I giggled again and grabbed a handful of mane as she shifted beneath me. “I still need to swing my leg over.”

  “Sidesaddle is great, now stay put.” Rowdy turned her, climbed the fence and slid on behind me.

  “Comfy?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me and clicking his tongue at Eve. Suddenly, Eve began to move and I scrambled to get an arm around Rowdy’s waist though I felt pretty secure with him behind me. I shifted so I could see where we were going and leaned against his broad chest. When we reached the gate separating the pasture from the woods, he leaned down and unlatched it, nearly falling in the process.

  “Don’t fall. I don’t feel like taking you to the ER with me wearing no panties,” I hissed, giggling as he maneuvered the gate shut behind us.

  “I could just see them cutting off my sweats to find me wearing a condom.”

  “Oh my God! You already have it on?”

  “More amazing, it stayed on after climbing over that damned fence.”

  We both laughed softly at the visuals we’d painted while he used Eve’s mane to guide her into the sparse woods surrounding the pasture. When we fell quiet and all I could hear were the sounds of the night and the rustle of horse’s hooves, my nerves returned. “Where, uh—”

  “There’s a field up ahead.” He gave me a reassuring squeeze, his lips pressed to my hair. “When we get there, I’ll give Eve her head.”

  I leaned back against Rowdy, relaxing a bit and enjoying the rhythm of the horse and the solid feel of him against my back until I sank hard against him. He tightened his grip on me as we hit a small incline, and I sighed when we entered the field that glowed silver in the moonlight. Rowdy pulled Eve to a halt beneath a large oak tree and peeled his t-shirt off, hanging it on a branch. “Take your shirt and bra off and I’ll hang ‘em with mine.”

  I looked up at him in the moonlight and tried to read his expression. No longer unable to ignore the fact I was about to get very naked in the middle of a pasture. There were no sheets to hide under here.

  “It’s alright.” Rowdy tucked my hair behind one ear and gave me a gentle smile.

  He held me in place while I peeled my own shirt off and handed it over. “Could you—” I motioned behind me with my thumb, “—unhook my bra.” No way could I reach behind me without falling off.

  “In a sec,” he growled, cupping one lace-covered DD and squeezing. My nipples, already slightly hard from nerves and excitement puckered, the rough lace abrading them.

  “I thought...”

  “I just wanted to admire the view for a few minutes,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

  “Oh.” My insides warmed and began to flow like lava as I relaxed against him.

  “I like you in black lace.” He brushed a finger just underneath the lacy edge and rubbed his thumb across my oversensitive nipple. His other hand gently massaged my scalp as I tilted my head and smiled at him. His eyes were at half mast and I could feel his erection against my hip. Finally, he unhooked my bra—one-handed. I couldn’t even do that.

  I shimmied out of it and handed it over, grinning at the sight of my black lacy behemoth hanging from a tree branch.

  “Ready?”

  I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to blow out the last of my reservations and struggling against the urge to cross my arms over my breasts.

  “Swing your leg over and face me.”

  He held my hands while I did as he instructed, then he gave Eve enough of a nudge to set her to walking. I reached out and grabbed handfuls of his sweats-covered thighs, my face heating in embarrassment as my breasts bounced and swayed, but Rowdy didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he quietly settled my legs over his. He seemed unusually quiet and serious, but I chalked it up to worry over any logistical problems we might have.

  The wind picked up, tickling my breasts, my skin. The swaying of the horse began to have a different effect on me. Being exposed, my legs spread wide where I couldn’t possibly close them, excited me. He’d barely touched me, but already my nipples were so hard they ached, my thighs were damp and my clit was swollen and tender. I shivered and moaned softly. His thighs flexed and bunched under my fisted hands.

  My embarrassment faded as I relaxed my grip on Rowdy’s thighs and touched him. I followed the trail of shadows across his stomach to his moonlit chest, my fingertips glancing across his nipples. He shuddered under my hand, his breathing heavy. I leaned forward with a sigh and pressing my lips to the center of his chest, exploring every inch of his pecs, his shoulders, even his neck. He was hot and hard and smooth under my hands; the hairs on his chest tickled my palms.

  I felt as if I’d been possessed by the moon as I leaned back a bit, propping my hands on Eve’s wide back. My breasts were thrust upward, puckered nipples in full view. My belly clenched and I moaned again and closed my eyes.

  I was nearly naked, on the back of a horse and horny.

  A HORSE, BY ANY OTHER NAME...

  ROWDY COULD BARELY contain himself when she leaned back and thrust her bre
asts in the air. Every inch of his skin she’d touched now burned. He sensed the change, felt it deep in his gut and her surge of sexual confidence heated his blood and drew him in.

  He liked this side of her.

  The horse’s rhythm as she ambled across the open pasture made Jade's breasts bounce and her hips undulate beneath her skirt. He ran his hands up her thighs and smiled as she unconsciously tightened her legs draped over his. Goose bumps rose under his fingertips. He massaged her thighs and pushed her skirt higher before he leaned forward and caught one puckered nipple against his tongue and brushed his moustache against the ultra sensitive skin. “You alright?”

  “Oh yeah,” she said, a faint smile tickling her lips.

  Rowdy teased and nibbled her taut, ripe nipples, switching from one to the other, enjoying the feel of them against his tongue and her moans above him. He wanted to lift her up and set her on his cock, which was painfully hard inside his sweats. Instead he trailed his fingers up the inside of the thighs, stopping at the very edge of her damp curls and teasing her with a light massage.

  “Robbie!”

  He bit down hard on the distended nipple in his mouth, his eyes on her moonlit face.

  “Ow,” she squealed and winced.

  “What’s my name,” he rasped, lips against her skin.

  She seemed to struggle to pull herself back to the present before replying, blinking and taking a few deep breaths. “Rowdy?”

  “That’s right. My name is Rowdy Yates and I’m your lover.” As he spoke, he glided one hand across the spread open wetness of her plump lips, barely brushing against her clit with his middle finger. “There is no Robbie anymore, Sweetheart. Okay?”

  She let out a loud gasp and nodded vigorously, her thighs clenching up again. With one hand, he lifted the damp folds of her skin away from her clitoris. With the other, he caressed every silky inch of her, amazed again at how wet she was. He didn’t think she could be any wetter than the aftermath of her dancehall orgasm, but she proved him wrong. He slowly slid two fingers inside her and teased her clit with his thumb, smiling at the feel of her fluttering around his fingers and tightening with need, the rocking of her hips.