Cowboy Paradise (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 1)

by Rhonda Lee Carver

  “I don’t care. It’ll wash.” He effortlessly carried her through the door, down the steps to the open shower and set her down on the outside. “I always finish what I start.”

  She blinked. “That’s a loaded statement.”

  “You betcha.” He tuned on the water, adjusted the temperature. “It’s all ready, sweetheart.” He unclasped her bra for her. She slid her panties down her long legs and he salivated. Clearing his throat, he said, “Go ahead and get started, but save room for me.”

  He quickly pulled off his clothes, hearing seams rip in the process. He joined her under the stream. Steam rolled up around them, enveloping them in a warm cloud as he pulled her naked body closer.

  “You are something, Ben. I can’t quite explain it.” She looked up at him, her eyes dazzling in the overhead light, her bottom lip trembling.

  “I want to make you mine. Every inch. Every part of you.” He swallowed hard.

  She leaned into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her cheeks pink from the warmth of the water. “How did we get here?”

  “One step at a time.” He pushed her wet hair away from her cheek. “You don’t have anything on the stove that we should be worried about burning do you? I smelled something delicious and we could be in here awhile.”

  “I have the timer set but we should have a good twenty minutes.” Her voice cracked.

  “Not enough time for me to take you to a place where you will forget your own name, but enough that I can wash your sweet body.” He reached for the tallest bottle, checked to make sure it was shampoo, and poured a dollop into his palm. “I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before, but I’m willing to give it a try. Turn for me, darlin’.” She did as he requested and he lathered her long hair. He was engulfed with coconut.

  She rested her head on her shoulder and a moan escaped her throat. “I must be hitting the spot,” he whispered in her ear.

  “More than one, I assure you.”

  “Now to rinse.” He was careful to keep the soap from running into her eyes as he rubbed her hair to make sure he removed all of the shampoo. He poured body wash onto his hand. He started at her shoulders, massaging them, the soap a lubricant, helping him slide across her wet skin. Her muscles loosened under his touch and he’d barely gotten started.

  She leaned forward against the wall of the shower as he moved his hands lower, to the long, slender line of her back. Her hands pushed further up the wall and the smooth chords of her muscles tightened slightly under his palms.

  Moving his hands around to her front, he cupped her breasts in his soapy hands, rolling the tips of his thumbs over her hardened nipples, using the soap to his advantage as he swirled and flicked. She moaned louder and her tight bottom moved over his thighs. His cock twitched, but he wouldn’t take things too fast. Tonight he wanted to make love to her.

  Rinsing one hand, he then slipped his fingers over her firm buttocks and eased between her legs, finding the nub tucked between her moist lips. She stuck out her hips, angling so that he had better access to her most sensitive part. “I want that pussy to cream for me,” he urged.

  She rolled her hips, thrusts them, pumping his hand. He rewarded her by slipping his middle finger deep inside of her, swirling the digit around the pulsating muscles. He continued rubbing her clit with his thumb and followed the rhythm of her body until a deep, wild moan floated from her.

  He turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel and carried her up the stairs while she snuggled deep into his arms.

  “I don’t think I can eat a bite right now,” she mumbled.

  He chuckled. “I can, but it’s not food.”

  Chapter Twelve

  After Ben laid Cara in the middle of the bed, she watched him hurry to shut off the buzzing timer to the oven. Then he returned to the bed and climbed in beside her. “Hi,” she said, smiling.

  “Hi.” He smoothed the backs of his knuckles across her cheek.

  “I don’t think I could ever get too much of you.” She kissed his chin, his jaw, his eyelids and each corner of his mouth. “I think you’re exactly what I needed—what I need.”

  His hand was on her breasts, kneading and pulling her sensitive nipples.

  “Please, Ben.”

  “Please what, my sweetheart?”

  “Please don’t stop. Let’s stay here, right here in this paradise,” she whispered.

  “I’d like to give you that, but I’m afraid life would eventually come knocking.” He nuzzled his nose in her hair. “My God, you’re a drug and I go into withdrawal if I don’t have you near me.”

  His breath was warm against her flesh as he lowered his head, rolling his tongue over one erect nub and then the other. Her nipples tingled and she threaded her fingers into his damp hair. The tips of his fingers smoothed over her stomach, lingering at her navel before slipping between her legs. He teased her, not dipping into the moist nest, but teasing the outer lips.

  She spread her knees, opening her core, silently inviting him to explore—needing him to explore. Her body ached for him and her legs quaked with desire. “I need you, Ben,” she cried out, not too embarrassed to beg

  “Not yet, sweetheart. You’re not ready yet,” he said against her skin.

  “I’m ready. I swear. I’m so ready I think I’ll explode.” Her flesh was covered in goosebumps.

  “Patience, my dear. It’ll come, very, very soon.”

  With one finger, he followed the seam of her body, brought his hand to his mouth and licked her juices from his digit. A tremor quaked through her. She’d never seen anything hotter. “That’s a taste beyond words.” His husky voice played a melody on her nerve endings. “Wet and smells like heaven.”

  “That should be proof that I’m ready for you.”

  “Let me explore you, sweetheart.” He pushed his fingers between her nether lips and rubbed the pearl nub. She arched her back and cried his name. “Oh yeah…I like that.” His voice was deep and his erection rubbed her thigh.

  “What is this feeling between us? It’s pure electric. I think I’ll burn alive.”

  “Sexual chemistry, baby. Pure, erotic magnetism.” He swirled his finger around her opening, dipping the tip inside, then withdrawing. She knew he teased her. She licked her lips in anticipation of having his tongue take his finger’s spot.

  “Before it’s all said and done, I will know all of your secrets. I will know what thoughts you hide away in the recesses of your mind.” His warm breath tickled her quivering body.

  She was willing to reveal everything if that meant he’d put out the fire scorching her core.

  “Your scent, it’s intoxicating.”

  Her legs were tingling. Her breaths were ragged as his words swirled through the cloud in her mind. He was like a thunderstorm and she waded through lightning, torrid rains, following the promise of the rainbow that comes after the squall.

  His tongue entered the silken folds of her body, slowly, as if he was building a crescendo. She dug her fingers deeper into his hair, tugging and nicking her fingers over his scalp. She was a cowgirl riding her bull—the bull’s tongue that is. She shifted her hips higher and he slipped his tongue into her opening, in and out—as if he gave her a visual of what would come later…his big cock claiming her pussy.

  And then he removed his face from between her thighs.

  She moaned in protest.

  He lifted himself above her, the tip of his cock wet with pre-cum, smoothing across her stomach.

  His eyes were dark and passionate. “I want to take you hard and fast. I want to see the light fill your eyes as your body releases with orgasm. I want you to scrape my back with your claws, call my name in a ragged breath and lose control.”

  She shivered from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. “Yes.” Her lips trembled.

  He brought his lips to hers, but didn’t kiss her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to his erection. “Touch me, baby. “

  She wrapped her hands around his girth, ir
on heat warming her palm. She pressed her hand up and down, gliding over his smooth skin. “You want a man who is willing to give up his life for you, don’t you, sweetheart?” His words came out in pants.

  “Yes. I want love. I want to know what true love is.” Her throat ached in emotion.

  “Let me love you, sweet, sweet Cara. Let me show you how desirable and precious you are.”

  He positioned above her, situated himself between her thighs and slowly entered her.

  ****

  Satisfied and ravenous, they had piled a plate high of lasagna, which Motley had made for them and she baked, and sat together, naked, in bed. That’s when Cara asked a question that rocked his world. “Aren’t you afraid of falling in love with me?” He almost choked on the bite of lasagna. Grabbing the glass of wine from the nightstand, he drank all of it down. “You okay?” She looked at him over her fork.

  “I’m fine.” He dropped his fork to the plate that sat between them.

  “Are you going to answer the question?” She wasn’t letting it go. He knew she wouldn’t until she had her answer.

  And just how could he reply? “Is that what you’re wanting?”

  She set her fork down. “I want happiness. But there’s so much about me you don’t know. My husband was cruel and took every opportunity to beat me down. I’m not sure I’ll ever be over everything he put me through.”

  His chest tightened in an invisible grip. “Damn, bastard. He deserved to die,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I thought the same thing many, many times. I had hoped he’d get help, but in the end, I knew there was no help for him. He left a trail of bitterness and pain in his wake and I’m left cleaning up the mess. I met you, Ben, and you are so gentle, caring…”

  He removed the plate from the bed and placed it on the nightstand, then wrapped his arm around her. “I know it took a lot for you to tell me about your husband.”

  “Why do I feel like you’ve suffered tragedy, too?” She lifted her chin, her probing gaze meeting his.

  “You’re right, Cara. I have a past, too.”

  “Do you trust me enough to share it with me?”

  He moved from beside her, needing space as he told her about his sister. He grabbed his jeans, slipped them on, and sat back down on the end of the bed. Cara was clutching the sheet against her, concern narrowing her eyes. “My sister, when she died, my world was never the same.”

  ****

  Cara watched as lines etched Ben’s face while he told her about his sister. Cara knew it was hard for him to talk about and her heart filled with love and empathy.

  When he was done, he crawled beside her on the bed and laid his head in her lap. She tangled her fingers in his hair. No words were needed and soon his even breaths told her he had fallen asleep.

  Tears filled her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. She swiped them away and attempted to gain control of her emotions. How would she ever leave him?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cara thanked Motley for the lesson—the last one—and started for the door when she heard talking coming from the corridor. She looked up just as Dade and Dodge stepped into the room. They nodded in greeting and she waved.

  “Ben said you were getting cooking lessons from Motley. I bet our ol’ chef has never felt more appreciated,” Dodge tipped his hat.

  Cara shrugged. “He certainly is talented.”

  Dade laughed. “He has dreams of leaving us. We’ll get some cook who believes instant potatoes taste like real potatoes.”

  Dodge thumped him on the back. “Just our luck.”

  “It was nice seeing you both. You have a nice afternoon.” She strode into the sun and looked for Ben. He was late again. He told her he had an errand to run and he might run a few minutes behind. She started for the picnic table when she remembered she’d left her keycard on the counter in the kitchen. She was shocked she hadn’t lost it yet.

  Stepping back into the lodge, she heard Dade and Dodge laughing. And then her name. She froze in her spot, hidden behind the wall.

  “She sure has changed since she came here. Who would have known she would blossom into a beauty?” Dade said.

  “She’s probably the nicest heartbreak we’ve had come here at Nirvana,” Dodge said.

  Cara smiled and started through the dining area. Neither man looked around.

  “I think our good ol’ boy Ben is hooked. Motley might not be the only one leaving us.” Dade scrubbed his jaw.

  “Who are you kidding? Ben’ll be the last of us to leave. He’s good because he can convince anyone that he cares, even blue-eyed angels.” Dodge stretched his legs.

  Heat spread through Cara from forehead to toes. She cleared her throat and both men jerked their heads up. Tan complexions disappeared and shocked and embarrassed pallor covered their faces. Keeping her chin up and her back straight, she forced a smile to her face. “I forgot my keycard.”

  Neither man said anything. She was glad. She just wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as her feet would carry her.

  With keycard in hand and fifteen minutes later, she was at the treehouse. Tears threatened to fall, but she refused to allow them. She’d cried enough. It was time for strength.

  What had she expected from Ben? This was his job…his livelihood. Who was she to believe that a woman, especially her, could come along and steal a man like Ben from his life?

  What they’d shared had been great. They’d shared their problems. She’d sensed his hurt over his past, and his concern over hers, but it was time to realize her fantasy was coming to an end.

  And she couldn’t bear to say goodbye.

  ****

  Ben was smiling. He couldn’t wait to tell Cara the news that he’d given his notice at Nirvana.

  He also wanted to tell her how he felt. He loved her.

  He took the stairs to the treehouse two at a time and knocked on the door.

  No answer.

  Trying the knob, it opened. “Cara?” She should have been back from the cooking lesson.

  He looked through the back door and the place was empty…even the dresser was empty. All of her things were gone. His chest jerked like he’d been kicked by a mule. Where would she go? Why would she go?

  Starting toward the door, a piece of paper flew off the table and landed on the floor. He bent and picked it up, seeing his name. It was a letter from Cara.

  Pulling a chair out from the table, he took a seat and read her neat handwriting…

  Dear Ben,

  I can’t thank you enough for the help you’ve given me. When I came here I felt damaged, worthless and depressed. I leave full of hope and promise of finding a better future. I’ve realized in such a short time that my husband no longer owns me. He’s gone. I’ve also realized that I’m worthy of love.

  Goodbye, Cara.

  His heart slammed hard against his ribcage.

  He dropped the letter and raced out the front door, jumping on his horse. He thrust the reins and the paint took off in a racer’s speed on the narrow lane. By the time they reached Sofie’s office, Ben was breathing heavily from fear that Cara had really gone.

  When he raced through Sofie’s front door, she was in her office doing paperwork. She looked up in shock, but surprise quickly turned to understanding. “She’s gone, Ben.”

  “When?”

  “Maverick drove her to the airport.”

  “I’ve got to catch her,” he yelled as he headed for the door.

  “Wait, Ben. Come back!” Sofie followed him to the door. “She’s left already. She said she was lucky enough to grab a flight out in the hour.”

  Every hope Ben had vanished. She was gone. “What happened, Sofie?” His throat hurt.

  “She didn’t tell me, except that she thought it was best she left early.”

  He rubbed his hand down his face. “I-I just don’t understand.”

  Sofie sighed and crossed her arms. “I can’t talk to
you about Cara and her feelings, but can I ask you if you’ve fallen in love with her?”

  He looked at Sofie, swallowing against the constriction in his throat. “Yes. I love her. I’m leaving Nirvana and I’d hoped…“

  “You’d hoped you and Cara would leave together.”

  He nodded. “Was I a fool?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I know if I was in your shoes, I’d follow Cara to the end of the earth to tell her how I feel.”

  “I don’t know where she lives. I don’t have an address.”

  “Don’t you ever Google? Everything, including addresses, are at your fingertips.” She smiled and went back into the cabin.

  ****

  “Cleo, I love the new scarves. They’re beautiful.” Cara ran her fingers along the red silk. “I can’t believe I’ve been home now for six weeks.”

  “Cleo pushed her glasses further up her nose. “I can’t wait to hear about those cowboys on the ranch.” She licked her lips. “You said you learned how to fish, to ride, but you left the part out in regards to what makes you smile dreamily when you think no one is watching. No horse could ever do that.” She winked. “And there’s a new glow about you.”

  “I will tell you all about Nirvana in good time.” Cara patted Cleo on the hand. “I’m still holding out hope that what is right will come full circle.”

  “Hope is always a good thing. What are you hoping for?”

  “That I will have a family.” Cara sighed.

  “I’m glad you have some new color to your skin. A brighter smile, and even more meat to your bones.”

  “Not sure that’s what I needed, but I won’t argue. But you better run along, Cleo. You’ll be late,” Cara said.

  “If you no longer need me this evening, I will.” Cleo grabbed her purse from under the counter.

  “No. You go on and enjoy your Bridge game with the card club. Make sure you flip the open sign on your way out.”

  Once Cleo left, Cara dimmed the lights and folded sweaters on the shelf. A few minutes later, she heard tapping on the door. “Did you forget something—“