Curtis (Coyote Ridge) (Volume 1)

by Nicole Edwards

  “It’s not?”

  He shook his head. “No. But now that I know you like ’em, I’ll be doin’ a little shopping next time I’m in town.”

  “Whose is it?” she questioned.

  He shrugged. “Where’d you find it?”

  “Behind the tools,” she said, nodding down to the main floor of the barn.

  “Interesting.” If he had to guess, one of the ranch hands was doing some light reading on his off time.

  Figuring he might as well have some fun with it, Curtis fell onto the blanket beside her and opened the magazine, looking at the pictures, making sure he held it so that she could see them, as well. He could tell she was trying not to look, but her eyes still slid toward the pornographic images.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered loudly.

  “The same thing you were doin’. Readin’.” He wasn’t reading, that was for damn sure.

  When Lorrie went to move, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down beside him.

  “You ain’t goin’ nowhere yet, darlin’. I haven’t figured out what your punishment’s gonna be.”

  “My punishment?” She sounded outraged.

  Curtis reached down and ground his palm against the rigid length of his dick. He was hard as fucking stone, and it had nothing to do with the pictures he was looking at. Okay, well, mostly nothing. Her eyes followed his movement, focused on his crotch.

  He held up the magazine, which reflected a picture of a woman going down on a man, his big dick inside her mouth. “Is this what you like to look at?”

  Lorrie’s cheeks turned red.

  Interesting.

  “Come over here, baby,” he said firmly, pointing to the spot between his legs. “I’m not sure I’m gettin’ the full effect of this. Maybe you can demonstrate.”

  Knowing he could very well push the limit with his wife, Curtis made sure she saw the heat in his gaze. More than anything, he wanted to feel those pretty lips wrapped around his dick.

  She did as he said, crawling between his legs, kneeling there, but not moving.

  “Take my cock out,” he instructed, keeping his tone low and gentle.

  To show her he was more interested in her, he dropped the magazine when she reached for the button on his jeans. He sucked in a breath when she managed to free his dick. She kept her eyes locked on his face as her soft hand slid over his rock-hard length.

  “I love your hands on me, but I love that sweet little mouth, too.”

  Her gaze slipped to where she was currently jacking his dick, then back to his face. A sexy smirk curled the edges of her pretty lips.

  “Fuck yes, baby,” he whispered, sliding his hand in her silky hair when she bent over and took him in her mouth. “Damn, you don’t even know how good that feels.”

  Curtis watched as she worked his dick with her mouth, sucking him as she moaned softly. The vibrations went straight to his balls.

  He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Such a sweet mouth. Take more of me, baby.”

  She eased down until she gagged, then promptly pulled back. The sight alone made his dick jump.

  “Fuck, you make me so goddamn horny.” He reached for her, pulling her over him before crushing his mouth to hers, holding her head as he thrust his tongue past her lips, her teeth, fueling the flames that had started from that dirty magazine.

  Lorrie whimpered as she began humping his thigh.

  “Is that what you need? You need me to make you come?”

  She nodded.

  He nibbled her ear. “You want my dick or my mouth, baby?”

  “Both,” she whispered, her voice raspy with need.

  “I can definitely do that,” he assured her. “But I’ll only do it if you strip that pretty little dress off.”

  He knew he was asking for a lot. They were in the barn, and it was the middle of the day. The ranch hands could show up at any time, which for him only heightened his desires, made his dick throb harder. The idea of them possibly getting caught was hot as hell.

  He just wasn’t sure she’d given that any thought.

  “Come on, baby. Lemme see those sweet tits. Lemme tease ’em with my mouth.”

  Lorrie sat up and stared at him.

  And just when he thought he’d gone too far, his dirty girl proved she was definitely naughty.

  Lorrie didn’t know what had come over her. She wasn’t even sure what had prompted her to pick up the magazine when she’d seen it beneath a pile of rags on the floor near the tack. But she had and here she was.

  When Curtis had found her, she’d been embarrassed to the roots of her hair, not sure what he would say when he realized what she was doing. Truly, she had thought the magazine belonged to him. The fact that it didn’t wasn’t even her concern. What mattered was how turned on she’d gotten by looking at the images. She’d always heard that women were more visual than men and that was proven by how her body had responded to looking at those dirty pictures.

  “That’s my girl,” Curtis grumbled when she pulled her dress up over her head, tossing it to the side.

  Without waiting for instruction, she removed her bra and panties. She was burning from the inside out, desperate to feel him, aching for his touch.

  She shivered, only partly because of the cool air that wafted over her skin.

  “Lemme warm you up,” he said, reaching for her hand and pulling her forward.

  Before she could lean down to kiss him, Curtis stopped her, shifting so that he could take her right breast in his mouth. She groaned as the warmth of his tongue along her flesh sent an electrical current directly to that aching spot between her legs.

  Curtis pulled back momentarily. “You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he said faintly. “You wouldn’t want one of the hands to hear you.”

  Oh, God. She hadn’t even thought about that. Hadn’t considered the fact that they were in the barn and at any moment someone could walk in. Oh, no. Someone could even come up to the hayloft and find them…

  Curtis’s mouth was on her again, sucking her, teasing her nipple, and every thought momentarily fled her mind. The only thing that mattered was what he was doing to her, how incredible he was making her feel.

  He released her nipple with a light pop and looked up at her, grinning.

  “Now I need to taste your pussy.”

  Her body trembled, the dirty words hitting that spot the same way they always did. How those crude words could make her body burn hotter, she didn’t understand, never really had, but she’d never questioned it, either.

  Curtis took control, repositioning her so that she was straddling his head. She started to pull away, embarrassed by what he was going to do out in the barn, but he held her thighs firmly but gently.

  “Don’t move.”

  She was paralyzed in place. The husky rumble of his voice made her skin tingle at the same time his tongue made other parts of her body tingle. He lapped between her thighs, licking her, sucking her, thrusting into her until she was wild with the need to come apart. Only it wasn’t enough. He was keeping her on the edge, holding her there, tormenting her in the most exquisite way.

  Just when she was about to tell him she needed more, she heard voices coming closer.

  Curtis stopped what he was doing, shifting her off him, and she thought for a moment he was going to hand over her dress so she could cover herself, but he didn’t. His hands were rough as he repositioned her so that she was on her belly, leaning over a bale of hay that the blanket was covering, her bottom sticking up in the air.

  Her naked bottom.

  His warm body covered her, his shirt buttons scraping her bare back, the denim of his jeans brushing the insides of her thighs, his mouth by her ear. He was fully dressed still.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “Don’t say a word. I’m going to slide inside you right here and now.”

  Okay, now that was hot. Knowing that she was naked and he wasn’t…

  The head of his erection pressed against her entrance and she panicked. She tr
ied to shake her head, scared that she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, but he didn’t pay her any mind, his erection nudging her entrance, then slowly filling her.

  Her hands gripped the blanket as the intense pleasure made her head spin.

  What if they got caught? What if one of those ranch hands came up here for some reason?

  Curtis’s teeth nipped her ear. “Do you know how fucking hot this is? Me fucking you like this while they’re down there working?”

  She shook her head, but she did know. It was hotter than she ever could’ve imagined.

  The voices grew louder, and she knew there were men in the barn now, yet Curtis continued to slowly penetrate her, over and over, his breath soft against her ear, his body still covering hers.

  “Remember to keep quiet,” he reminded her when she whimpered.

  The warmth of his body disappeared at the same time his hands gripped her hips and he began thrusting deeper, harder, faster.

  Her climax was immediate, slamming into her, stealing her breath. It took every ounce of control she had not to cry out his name as she splintered into tiny pieces.

  Curtis didn’t stop; he continued to thrust into her, filling her, pulling another orgasm from her while the men downstairs continued to work. She had no clue what they were saying, only that they were there. But it didn’t matter, because she knew Curtis would take care of her as he always had.

  She allowed herself to succumb to the pleasure once again, and moments later, Curtis’s hips thrust forward, once, twice, and one final time before she felt him release inside her before his body again covered hers.

  He pulled her down with him, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they both came down from that incredible sexual high while the men downstairs went about their business, none the wiser.

  chapter FORTY-FOUR

  WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1977

  I want to cry, I want to laugh, I want to dance … and I’m so, so scared. But at the same time, I’m so, so happy. The one thing I am going to do … talk to my husband.

  “Hey, baby!” Curtis called when he walked into the house. He’d been out in the barn when one of the ranch hands had told him that Lorrie was looking for him. He was told it wasn’t urgent, but he knew if Lorrie had asked one of them to find him, it was important.

  So, here he was.

  “I’m in the bathroom!” she called back.

  Well, that sounded peculiar.

  “What’re you doin’ in—” Curtis turned the corner to see Lorrie standing in the bathroom, fully dressed, staring at a hodgepodge of crap on the bathroom counter. “Is that…”

  “Pee,” she said, a smile on her face.

  Well, okay. Definitely awkward.

  “Do I even wanna know?”

  She turned to face him. “I would think so, since, according to this”—Lorrie waved her hand to encompass the little dropper and tubes sitting before her—“it means we’re pregnant.”

  Out of all that, he heard only one word.

  Pregnant.

  When she turned to look at him, he held his breath, forcing the words past his dry lips. “We’re having a baby?”

  She nodded, and as she did, tears began trickling down her cheeks. “I’m scared to believe it. But I wanna believe it.”

  “We should get you in to see the doctor,” he blurted.

  Again, she nodded. “I’ve already called and scheduled an appointment. They can see us on Friday.”

  “Oh, my God, baby,” he whispered, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms. He didn’t know the first thing about all the crap spread out before him, but if Lorrie said she was pregnant, he believed her. But along with his joy came a shit load of trepidation.

  It had been almost five years since…

  “We’re gonna have a baby,” he rasped, willing it to be true. He wouldn’t think about the bad things, only focus on the positive. That was how he had to handle it. For all of their sakes.

  Lorrie had woken up that morning with her heart set on taking this pregnancy test. It was a new thing she’d read about in an advertisement. She’d picked it up at the drugstore last week—a full week after her period was supposed to start. Once she had the test at home and had read the directions at least two dozen times, she’d then waited what seemed like forever, wanting to ensure enough time had passed. According to the test instructions, it was best to wait at least ten days after her missed period, so she’d waited another week. It had been fourteen days as of yesterday.

  Which was the reason she’d come to the bathroom this morning both anxious and excited.

  Then, careful not to mess anything up, she had done everything exactly as the little paper had instructed, and now, two hours later…

  Based on the results (which the box warned were only ninety-seven percent accurate) they were going to have a baby. As excited as she was, Lorrie was also terrified.

  Terrified that the test would be wrong even though she’d missed her period.

  Terrified that they’d have to relive what they’d gone through before.

  Yep, she was scared to death, but the only thing she could do was hope and pray for the best. If this was God’s plan, it would be.

  Turning to Curtis, Lorrie smiled. “Oh, and one more thing.”

  His eyebrow quirked.

  “I think it’s time you quit smoking.”

  chapter FORTY-FIVE

  SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1978

  That husband of mine is as stubborn as they come. Doesn’t he know that when a woman asks for sex, she really wants it? I can see it in his eyes, he wants it, too, yet he’s so hard-headed. Hmm. I’ll have to think of a plan.

  Curtis had finished the dishes, helping out because Lorrie had mentioned her ankles were swollen, and rather than let her steamroll right over him and do the dishes herself, he had forced her to go sit down and put her feet up.

  “Curtis!”

  At the sound of his name, Curtis dropped the dish towel and ran through the living room and down the short hall to their bedroom. Throwing open the door, he came to an abrupt halt when he found his wife sitting on the bed, looking…

  “Where’re your clothes?” he asked, bewildered.

  Lorrie nodded toward the floor. “Down there.”

  “And why did you take them off?”

  “Because if you’re not gonna willingly make love to me, then I’m not gonna willingly wear clothes anymore. See how you like that.”

  He grunted, then moved toward the pile of clothes she’d discarded on the floor.

  “Don’t you dare touch those,” she huffed.

  “Woman.” He took a deep breath, doing his best not to look at her beautiful, very naked body.

  “You’re not gonna hurt me. The doctor said it’s perfectly okay to have sex at this stage of the pregnancy.”

  He knew that. She’d told him that several dozen times, but now that he could see the slight protrusion of her belly, he was scared that he was going to hurt her or the baby. Why it had been different before she was showing, he couldn’t explain, but it had.

  “If you don’t find me attractive anymore, just say so,” she said, a slight hesitation in her tone.

  He met her gaze, frowned. “Baby, trust me, that ain’t it.” The evidence was throbbing incessantly behind his zipper. Even fully clothed, the woman aroused him with a simple smile. Without a stitch of clothing… It was highly likely that he was going to bust a nut in his jeans.

  “Then what is it?” she questioned.

  Figuring she wasn’t going to give up until he explained, Curtis walked around to his side of the bed, then climbed on beside her.

  “I don’t wanna hurt you or the baby,” he told her honestly, lying on his side and facing her.

  “You won’t.”

  “You don’t know that,” he argued. No one knew why she’d miscarried their first baby, but he did not want to be responsible for doing something that might cause that again.

  “Curtis.” Her tone was no longer soft
and sweet. “I’m pregnant, which means my hormones are all over the damn place. I’m horny, and I’m tired of you thinking I’m gonna break. I’m sixteen weeks. The doctor has assured me that everything is going well with the baby. We can make love.”

  He found her rant adorable. So adorable that he couldn’t resist kissing her just to get her to shut up. That was his first mistake, because kissing her had always driven him stark raving mad. This time was no exception.

  When she managed to crawl on top of him, straddling his hips, he knew he was done for. Resisting her these last few weeks had been hell. He’d been jacking off repeatedly, always thinking about her when he did. Before she was pregnant, Lorrie had been stunning. Now that she was … she was the most beautiful, radiant woman in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to make love to her every minute of every day.

  Lorrie reached for the button on his jeans, then worked it free before lowering his zipper.

  He groaned, pretending that he wasn’t enjoying every second of it.

  When she started to work the denim down his hips, he helped her along, and the next thing he knew, she was once again straddling him, only this time there was nothing between them. He slipped a hand between their bodies and grazed his knuckle against her clitoris, loving the soft moan that escaped her.

  “Feels good,” she whispered, pressing more firmly against his finger.

  With his free hand, he pulled her head down, pressing his lips to hers once more. He savored the sweet taste of her, his tongue gliding against hers while he worked her into a frenzy.

  “More,” she said against his mouth. “Inside me, please.”

  For the love of God. There was no way in the world he could resist this woman.

  Before she could ease down over him, he gently shifted her to her back and positioned himself between her legs.

  “Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurtin’ you?”

  “I promise,” she whispered.

  As he slid into the hot depths of her body, he was overcome by sensations, so many that he thought for a moment his head was going to explode.