Love Me Once, Love Me Twice (Montana Cowboys 1)

by Beth Walker

  The tortured groans spilling from his lips made her smile as he rocked his hips, sliding all the way in. In and out. Torturously slow.

  "Cade?"

  "Mmm?"

  "Faster. Harder."

  "Ah hell, darlin'."

  His rhythm increased ten-fold. Flesh against flesh. Hot, sweaty, sexy bodies molded together in the pale light of her bedroom, sprawled on the bed she used to sleep in when she came to visit her grandmother as a child.

  A quick flip and she straddled him.

  "Oh yeah. You remember how to ride, honey?"

  She lifted her butt and let his cock slide part way out before she shifted again, sliding him back inside.

  "Just like that. Hell yeah. Ride me, babe."

  In no time, she set an even pace, bringing them both to the brink. Both of his hands stopped on her hips, as he helped her shift exactly how they both needed to bring them ever higher. She rested her palms on his chest, raking his nipples with her fingernails, enjoying the hiss escaping from his lips.

  Heat rushed from her toes, up her legs, spearing through her abdomen. She climaxed on a cry, spilling desire over his cock.

  "Yes, yes, yes," he panted, driving his erection into her several more times before finding his own release, her name on his lips.

  She collapsed on his upper body until her breath semi returned to normal. His fingers brushed over her back, almost tickling her skin. He rolled them both over so she lay next to him, her head resting on his chest.

  Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains on the window while his fingers traced a pattern on her arm, causing goose bumps on her flesh.

  She didn't want to ask what happens now, but the words hung on the end of her tongue. The biggest question in her mind wasn't what happens between them but what about Kale?

  "Spill it, darlin'."

  "Huh?"

  "I can hear the wheels turning in your mind from here," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I know you've stuff running around in your pretty head, so if you want to talk…let's talk."

  "I don’t want to talk right now, Cade. But, will you stay? Tonight, I mean. I don't feel like being alone. This house is huge, and I don't like the thought of being here by myself."

  "Sure, honey. I'll cuddle up and sleep right here next to you."

  "Perfect," she said in almost a purr.

  Within moments, she drifted off to sleep with his big body curled around hers, and her hand slack on his abdomen.

  Chapter Five

  Grey skies met her eyes through the small opening in the curtains, when Natalie opened them the next morning. The warmth of the arm lying across her abdomen took her by surprise, for a moment, until she remembered Cade spent the night. Memories of their lovemaking rushed back, flushing her body with heat and embarrassment. She never behaved so wantonly with a man before. Begging for his touch, and crying out his name in her climax, just wasn't Natalie Bennington.

  "You're thinking too much," he whispered against her ear.

  "I didn't know you were awake."

  "I kind of figured."

  "Listen, Cade. What happened last night—"

  "Was magnificent. I'd love to do it over and over with you."

  "But I don't normally act like that."

  "Good. I'm glad I made you lose control. Natalie, there's nothing wrong with what we did. We’re both adults, and because we are, we can do what we want without permission from anyone."

  She frowned and huffed out a small puff of air. His fingers grasped her chin, turning her head toward him. Soft blue eyes met hers, melting her irritation like snow on a hot summer day.

  "You are a very sexy, beautiful woman."

  A small snort left her lips, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

  "You don't think so?"

  "Put it this way. The last guy I was with, left me for someone younger, skinnier, and prettier."

  "He's an idiot."

  "You have to say that. We're lying here buck-ass naked together."

  "No, I don't, Nat. Hasn't anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

  Her gaze dropped to his chin, but she refused to answer.

  "Honey, look at me." When she raised her eyes back to his, he said, "I don't sleep with ugly women."

  "Oh my God, Cade. You didn't just say that!"

  "It's the truth. Your eyes are a gorgeous green and remind me of the sea. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands." He palmed her breast and his thumb rasped over the nipple bringing it to an aching point. "You are the same age as me, and I don't feel old, so I guess it means you aren't either."

  "Hazel. My eyes aren't green."

  "They can be depending on your mood, darlin'."

  A hearty laugh spilled from her lips. "Way to bring the heat down a notch, Cade."

  The wicked grin on his lips brought a smile to her face.

  "I could really use a shower. How about you?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

  "Somehow I think there's more to this than the need to wash."

  "Of course." Two fingers pinched her nipple, and she fought the moan bubbling in her throat. "Getting you naked—"

  "I'm already naked, if you hadn't noticed."

  "Mmm. Yeah, I kinda did. But I thought more like hot water tricklin' over your breasts, soaping your skin so it's slick to my touch, before bendin' you over and slidin' into your sweet heat from behind."

  "Okay. All right. I get the picture. Sex in the shower."

  "Not just sex. Sizzlin'…" He licked the seam of her lips. "Scorchin'…" He teased her ear. "Blisterin'…" He nibbled her neck. "Wicked shower sex."

  Goose bumps dotted her flesh with every word he spoke. The rich, low growl of his voice with each syllable sent need zipping down her back to settle between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with the racing of her heart.

  "You know you want to," he murmured

  She captured her bottom lip between her teeth.

  "I promise I'll make you come at least twice."

  "Twice?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Her fingertips tingled with the need to touch, to arouse him like he aroused her, and to make him feel this same unrelenting need to have him buried to the hilt inside her that she felt.

  "First one in gets to adjust the temperature!"

  In a flash, she jumped from the bed and headed for the bathroom with him on her heels. The sharp squeal coming from her lips surprised her when he scooped her up in his arms and stepped into the shower.

  "Now what are you gonna do?"

  "I like it hot. What about you?" she asked.

  "Oh yeah. The hotter the better."

  Steam rolled out of the open shower stall. Her grandfather built an impressive travertine tile shower with multiple showerheads pointing in several different directions. Natalie loved this shower, but sharing it with Cade brought on a whole new meaning.

  "This is really cool," he said, checking out the different heads, adjusting each one to spray just right. "Did your grandfather put this in?"

  "Yes and I love it."

  Cade grabbed the pouf off the ledge along with the lavender scented shower gel. "So this is where the lavender scent comes from."

  "Huh?"

  "The sweet smell of lavender I've come to associate with you."

  "Oh. Yeah. Probably so. I use it all the time and some of the lotion I use on my skin is lavender too."

  The messy material foamed with the soap when he squished it several times. The soft slide of the bubbles over her skin, felt like heaven—across her neck and over her breasts. Inching his way from breast to navel and then through the curls at the juncture of her thighs.

  "Mmm."

  "Feel good?" he asked in a strangled whisper.

  She couldn't help but notice his straining cock standing proud against his abdomen.

  "You have no idea."

  "Turn around and I'll do your back."

  Warm spray beat against her chest as he ran the soapy implement over her back with one hand, kneading
the muscles of her shoulders with his other.

  "Wow. You are really tight."

  "Lots of stress lately."

  The bubbles disappeared with the spurt from the showerhead, but he continued to work the tight knots.

  A soft moan slipped from her lips. His hands wandered down her back, continuing to roll his thumbs over the bumps and valleys of her body until he reach her ass. The next thing she felt was both hands on her breasts, molding the flesh to his palms and rolling the nipples with his fingers. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder. His cock pressed into the crack of her butt.

  "Ever had a man in your ass, Nat?"

  "No," came out in a moan.

  "Want to?"

  "Maybe. I've thought about it."

  "Not right now, but it's something we'll have to explore."

  "You're going to make me into a wanton woman, Cade Weston. No one will recognize me at all."

  "And this is a bad thing?" he whispered. The rough pad of his tongue did delicious things to her neck while he continued teasing her nipples. His teeth nipped at her earlobe and one hand skimmed down her belly. "Open for me, darlin'."

  Her thighs spread without thought, and she almost screamed as one callused finger slipped over her clit.

  "Easy."

  "No such thing," she panted. "God it feels good."

  A whimper rose to her lips when both hands disappeared and he stepped back. She turned her head, blinking in confusion.

  "Sit on the side there." His voice dropped an octave, and he almost sounded like he was having a hard time breathing.

  She squeaked when her butt hit the cold tile.

  "I'll warm you up in a second, darlin'. Put your butt right on the edge." She scooted closer. "Yeah, like that." He dropped to his knees, between her legs. "Oh my. So pretty. So pink." Her head fell back against the tile when he licked from slit to clit. A soft moan spilled out of her mouth. Two of his fingers found her pussy and slowly pushed inside. The high-pitched whimper didn't sound like anything she’d heard before. Well, maybe she had. Last night in fact.

  His other hand pulled back the hood protecting the tight bundle of nerves. Her butt almost came up off the tile as he toggled her clit quick. The fingers inside her pussy pushed in and out. The whole scene felt surreal and like something out of a porn movie, but she didn't care. Cade brought her to the edge of climax, backed off on his ministrations long enough for her to settle down, and then brought her back up until she hung on by her fingernails. Frustrations made her ball her hands into fists, and then splay her fingers wide as she fought the rise and fall of her passion. She wanted to grip his hair and force him to bring her over the abyss. Desire coiled in her belly. Need zipped from her toes. Warmth spread up her legs, bursting through her pelvis on a scream as cum dripped from her pussy and over his fingers.

  He kissed the inside of her thigh, nipped it with his teeth, and licked her clit one last time.

  "One."

  Heavy eyelids opened to find him grinning at her.

  "Climax. I promised at least two."

  "Uh, yeah."

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked up and down.

  His breath hitched and she smiled. At least he's not immune to my touch.

  "You're killin' me, darlin'. I want inside you so bad, I hurt."

  "Then do it. Fill me up."

  Her hand guided him to her pussy. Hot water sprayed over his head, running down his chest in rivulets. She took one of his nipples between her lips and sucked. The hard nub beaded against her tongue, and a hearty moan escaped his mouth. The head of his cock slipped a tiny bit inside, and he stopped with a quick inhalation.

  "Condom."

  His jaw clamped in frustration. The tick in his jaw told of his ability to hold his need in check without slamming into her without regard to protection.

  "Are you clean?" she asked, her gaze boring into his.

  "Yeah. I got tested a few months ago and I always use a condom."

  "Me too. I'm on birth control."

  "What are you saying, Nat?"

  "Fuck me, Cade. I need you."

  His eyes rolled back in his head. "But—" She planted her heels on his butt, pulling him close, pushing his cock deep inside her. "Ah hell," he growled as he grabbed both of her hips and began thrusting.

  The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy without the barrier between them, couldn't have felt more amazing. Hot, silky steel rammed home with each plunge. Every slide had her whimpering. Her pussy vibrated with his insistent lovemaking. Legs trembled. Pulses raced.

  "Come for me, darlin'."

  The rough gravel of his voice sent her over the edge, shattering her into a thousand pieces of sparkling light as she screamed his name.

  Seconds later, his own completion reached its peak. His ragged breaths and rapid, jerky thrusts told her he couldn't hold back. She flexed the muscles of her vagina, and he groaned deep in his chest, climaxing on a rush.

  "Oh God, Nat," he growled, burying his nose in her neck.

  She trailed her fingers down his back while they caught their breath. The water started turning cold and she shivered.

  "We need to get out of here before the water turns to ice. Your grandfather obviously didn't have a huge hot water tank."

  "I'm sure he never expected his granddaughter to have sex in his shower either."

  That got his attention. He groaned as he got to his feet and then pulled her up in front of him.

  "You aren't sorry we did this, are you?"

  "Sorry? No. Overwhelmed? A little."

  "No need to be, honey." He kissed her nose and turned off the water. A big, fluffy towel hung from the rack on the wall within easy reach of his fingers. A moment later, he wrapped her in it and rubbed her down.

  Once they were both dry, they went back into the bedroom and silently got dressed.

  "Coffee?"

  "That would be great," he replied.

  "I'll make some while you finish dressing." The door opened with a twist of her hand, and she hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. Images and thoughts flew threw her mind while she filled the pot with water and added the grounds to the basket.

  What the hell am I doing? I just had wild sex with Cade, both last night and this morning, but I have a date with Kale on Saturday. I should break the date. She chewed her bottom lip. But I don't want to. Is it bad of me to want both of them? What would Cade say if he knew I still wanted to date Kale?

  "What are you thinking so hard about?"

  "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she replied, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

  "Obviously. So are you going to tell me?" he asked. Both arms came around her waist and he pulled her to his chest.

  Her gaze dropped to the center of his chest, and she fiddled with one of the buttons on his shirt.

  One of his fingers slipped under her chin, forcing her gaze back to his.

  "What if I said I still wanted to date Kale?"

  * * * *

  A fist to the gut would feel about the same. The sheen of tears on her lashes told him she wasn't sure about the whole thing and needed him to reassure her it would be okay.

  "Honey, if you want to date Kale and me both, it's fine. We aren't exclusive." He raked his fingers through his hair when he stepped back. "Hell. We haven't done much dating ourselves except dinner last night."

  "And sex."

  "Yeah, and sex, but I don't want you to get the idea it means we won't see other people." For some reason he wasn't sure he liked that idea much.

  "You and Kale seemed at odds last night at the hospital, and I don't want to come between your friendship."

  "Let's play it by ear, okay? I know you have a date with Kale on Saturday. Go on your date and have a good time. If you want to have sex with him, go ahead."

  Frown lines appeared between her eyebrows. "It wouldn't bother you if I had sex with him?"

  I didn't say it wouldn't bother me.

  A heavy sigh rushed from
between his lips. "I'm not saying I would like it, Nat, but I need to tell you something about me and Kale."

  The coffee pot sputtered and spit. "The coffee's done."

  "Great. Let's grab a cup and sit down. I want to explain something to you."

  She poured two mugs and brought them to the table along with sugar and cream.

  "This is great, honey."

  "So what is it you need to tell me?"

  He took a deep breath and said, "You know Cynthia and Kale's wife left us to be together."

  "Yes."

  "Before the two of us married our respective wives, there was a time or two where we shared a woman. It's happened since our divorces too, once or twice."

  "Shared? I don't think I understand."

  "Have you ever heard of a ménage relationship?"

  Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, and her eyes narrowed. Moments later, those same gorgeous green orbs widened in shock, and her mouth formed a small ‘oh’.

  "You had sex with her? Both of you? At the same time?"

  He nodded and answered, "And there's been more than one."

  "Wow," she whispered.

  He could see the wheels turning behind those expressive eyes, but he stayed quiet, letting her think through it.

  "How many?"

  "How many women?"

  "Yes."

  "There's been ten total over the years. The last one happened a few years ago. It's not like we do it with every woman I date or he dates. The girl has to be open to the possibility, and we kind of try to gauge it if the occasion arises." He brought the coffee cup to his lips and sipped at the hot liquid.

  "Have you thought about it with me?"

  Coffee flew across the table as he spit the contents of his mouth.

  "Gosh! I'm sorry, Cade. I didn't mean to make you choke or anything," she said, slapping him on the back.

  "Its fine," he rasped in between coughs. His eyes watered, and he felt like a ten-pound weight was pushing against his chest. Thought about it? Oh, hell yeah. Thought about it. Dreamed about it. Masturbated thinking about it.

  "Are you sure?"

  He held up one hand, coughed twice, and motioned for her to sit back down. "We haven't discussed it in detail, Nat."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"