“Mine,” I tease, letting my tongue hang out before slowly circling her nipple with just the point of my tongue. Sophie gasps, arching her back to offer me more, and I can’t resist. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I nuzzle and feast on her stiff nub, guided by her reactions. Tugging lightly, I let go to kiss over to her other side, repeating my loving until she grabs my hair and pulls me in, groaning for more while at the same time pushing my head down, knowing where this is leading.
“Patience, darlin’,” I joke as I kiss down her belly. “I’m going to take care of you . . . such good care of you.”
Sophie’s breath catches as she lifts her hips, giving me total trust and control in one simple gesture. It almost makes me stop in awe of this woman and how she surprises me.
Kissing below her waist, I let my breath tickle over her pussy, watching her lips quiver and clench from the air dancing over them. “Mmm . . . even your breath feels good,” Sophie murmurs, running her fingers through my hair before I bring a hand up to cup her mound, massaging lightly. “Oh fuck . . . that’s amazing.”
I murmur promises, letting my words and lips tease her folds. “Every day, I’ll give you all I am, Sophie. Always.” I slip two fingers inside her pussy, and she gasps, her eyes wide. I slide them in and out, gathering her wetness and tracing it over her clit in slow circles to tease her.
A deep moan comes from Sophie’s chest as she begs for more. “Mmm, Cowboy . . . I like this a lot,” she groans, and I move closer to suck and nibble on her tender flesh, pressing my fingers in deep.
I hum happily, making her hips buck as she fucks herself on my fingers. I lick her mound, finding every fold that she likes stroked, driving her wild as I flick across her needy clit. I consume her with my hungry mouth and lips while pumping my fingers in and out, giving her more.
Sophie is mindless, her cries coming with every panting breath as she chases her orgasm, but I’m not nearly ready for her to come just yet. I place my other hand on her hip, stilling her movement, and Sophie freezes, looking down at me. “Fuck, James . . . it feels so good. I love it.”
“I love you,” I whisper before stroking my tongue over her clit again. She tries to lift against my hand, but I hold her steady, licking faster, nibbling and sucking on her hard button until she’s whimpering, begging for release.
I fasten my lips over her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue as I hum, knowing it’ll send her over the edge. Sophie cries out, arching her back as she comes, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I stroke them deep inside her as I lick, drawing it out for her and letting her feel the amazing pleasure of her release. Fresh, tangy, amazingly just like strawberries, she coats my mouth, and I take it all, my cock throbbing just from the taste and scent of my woman as she comes.
My woman. The phrase alone has me ready to come, and as Sophie relaxes back down to the truck bed, writhing as she recovers from her orgasm, I know I have to have her now. Reaching down, I undo my pants, stripping as quickly as I can while Sophie wiggles, giggling happily. “Want a hand?”
I shake my head, getting to my knees between her legs. “No,” I reply as I push her knees up to look at her perfect pussy. “What I want is for you to rub your yummy little clit as much as you want while I fuck you. You’re gonna come again . . . cream all over my cock this time.”
“That I can do,” Sophie chuckles as I grab her hand, kissing her fingertips and then pressing her hand to her mound. I watch for a second, slipping my own hand up and down my throbbing shaft.
“Fuck, Soph. Show me how you touch yourself. That’s so damn sexy.” Not able to wait a second longer, I pull her knees even wider and line up my cock head with her entrance.
If I live another thousand years, I’ll never forget the look of love and desire mixed in Sophie’s eyes as I drag my cock through her folds, the moment of anticipation so sweet.
I press inside with a groan as I feel her grip me tightly, a breathy sigh breaking through her lips as I settle in balls deep, giving her a moment to adjust to my thickness.
It feels like an eternity passes in an instant, but it’s heaven either way. Looking into Sophie’s eyes, I lean forward, kissing her lips softly as I feel her begin to slide her hips up and down, begging me to move. “James . . . please . . .”
I moan as I feel her knuckles rubbing against my stomach as she starts to stroke her clit. “Mmm, that’s making you squeeze my cock. I wish you knew how good this feels.” I try to hold back, enjoying the sight and feeling of her pleasuring herself, using me. But I can’t wait anymore, and I pull back and stroke inside slowly again, both of us groaning as I bottom out with force.
I speed up, watching Sophie’s fingers as I pump in and out of her tight pussy, both of us frantically chasing our pleasure. Sophie pulls her knees up so I can go even faster, my balls slapping on her ass as I pound her tight hole, making her whimper. “Yes . . . yes . . . please, James . . . that’s it.”
It’s just right, the tender emotions underneath the rough fucking as we rise together harder, faster. My hips are pistoning as her fingers blur across her clit, and I can feel her clenching and pulsing around my cock as she gets closer and closer. “Oh fuck, James. I’m gonna come!”
I grunt, thrusting in and out as hard as I can, and Sophie’s eyes roll up as she cries out, her pussy damn near choking me as I stroke one last time. Her orgasm sends me over the edge, and I cry out, too, exploding deep within her, pumping her full with all I have. It feels like I come for hours, my muscles clenched in a never-ending moment of pleasure. Sophie holds on to me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist as she rides it out until everything unknots and I collapse into her arms, both of us sweating and gasping.
I meet her lips in a soft kiss, stroking her hair as I look down in the near twilight. “You okay?” I ask.
Sophie smiles, tears glittering in the corner of her eyes. “That was . . . we’re doing that again. As soon as we get home.”
I smile and gather her in my arms. “For now, though, I just want to hold you, feel you in my arms and know that I love you.”
Sophie reaches around, holding me close as our hearts slow. My cock softens and slips out of her, both of us frowning when it does. “Shower when we get back, and round two?”
Sophie nods, smiling softly. “James?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me one more thing.”
“What’s that?” I ask, knowing I would promise Sophie anything.
“Promise me that you’re going to ride your ass off in November . . . and that no matter where the future takes us, we’ll be together?”
“I promise,” I whisper without hesitation, kissing her lips softly. “Now . . . you’ve got eight seconds to get in the truck before I start driving back home. What do you say?”
Sophie grins and reaches down, grabbing my ass. “I say it’ll take you more than eight seconds to find your damn keys the way you got out of those jeans. They could be at the bottom of the valley for all we know.”
Sophie laughs again, and we get dressed. On the drive back down, she leans into me, playing with the new hole along the side of my shirt before looking up at me at a stoplight. “James . . . there’s just one thing.”
I turn my head, raising an eyebrow in question. “What’s that?”
“I haven’t told my brother that I’m switching schools for a wild cowboy yet. I think he’s going to have a few choice words to say about that.”
She keeps laughing, and I wrap my arm around her. “Maybe instead of telling him I’m wild, you tell him that you’ve mostly tamed me? Surely that’ll help.”
I grin, thinking that whatever brother Jake has to say on the topic, Sophie is gonna do whatever the hell she wants. Lucky for me, she wants me.
CHAPTER 27
SOPHIE
After we get home and a round two in the shower, James leaves me at home to call Jake while he runs to grab us some takeout. I could see in his eyes that he understood I needed to be alone for a few minutes
for this, and he promised to bring back the biggest burger he could find before giving me a kiss goodbye.
I joked about it before, and I really am going to do what I want because this feels right, but he’s my big brother, and he raised me. I want him to tell me I’m making the right choice. I dial, taking a breath for courage while it rings.
When Jake picks up, he sounds happy. Then again, most days since meeting Roxy he’s sounded happy. Guess I understand that now. “Hey, baby sister! What’s up in hicktown?”
I laugh. “It’s not hicktown, I’m barely outside the city limits!”
He laughs back, and I hear a rustle as he leans back. “Alright, what’s up in the outer limits of Great Falls then?”
There’s not a lot I can say, so I just jump in with both feet. “Um, a lot actually. That’s why I’m calling. You see, it’s been a great summer here, a really great summer, and . . .”
Jake’s voice switches from his brotherly teasing to his more parental seriousness, and I can hear the concern in his voice. “Spit it out, Sophie. What’s going on?”
“Okay, so here’s the thing. I really like working with Doc—that’s the vet I’ve been working with here. And he likes me, too, thinks I’ve done great work, and he offered me a job. And secured me a spot at State for vet school. I can go to school and work . . . here.”
Jake hums but sounds relieved. “Okay, but still vet school, right? You’re not ditching school to clean up animal shit, are you?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “No, definitely still vet school. Although vets do have to clean up plenty of shit regardless. Sort of goes with the territory.”
“Alright, aaaand?” Jake asks, still serious but not as worried, it sounds like. “There’s obviously more because that’s major but not something you’d be freaking out about, and I can feel you shaking through the phone.”
Okay, that’s it. My brother’s either a secret FBI profiler or a psychic, because my foot hasn’t stopped tapping since I sat down. “There’s a guy.”
Jake chuckles. “The rodeo clown?”
“He’s not a clown,” I protest. “He’s a bull rider. If anyone’s a clown around here, it’s you. But yeah, him. I love him, Jake. He’s the one.”
I hear his sharp inhale, and when he speaks, his voice is low and serious. “Are you sure? I always knew you’d meet someone, and I’m happy for you, but I can’t say I like that it’s some wild bull-riding rodeo star that I haven’t even met. Uh, so how’s that going to work? You staying for school and a job while he goes off and rides . . . bulls?”
I hear the doubt in his voice, and I rush to reassure him. “No, he’s retiring. Not for me—well not entirely for me. His family needs him, and he’s ready to come home, settle down too. I told him that if he wants to keep riding . . . we’d find a way. If you and Roxy can juggle your careers while raising little ones, I can juggle school, work, and him being back and forth on the circuit.”
Jake doesn’t sound convinced just yet. “So, you’re switching schools . . . for a great job opportunity and guy you love? And he’s retiring to come home . . . for his family and for you? Is that what you’re telling me?”
I nod, then realize he can’t see me. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“Does he treat you right? I mean, it sounds like you have your mind made up, but put mine at ease here.”
Somewhere in the background, I hear Roxy yelling. “Are you talking about that hot cowboy I found on the internet?”
I grin and Jake groans. “Hang on, let me put you on speakerphone. I’m not playing pass the message.”
There’s a click, and then I hear Roxy. “What are we talking about here? Are you riding off into the sunset with your hot cowboy, Sophie?”
I laugh. That’s Roxy. She might be a mother, she might be ten years older than me . . . but she still gives exactly zero fucks and will say what she means. “Uh, kind of, but not exactly.”
Roxy claps. “It’s like a chick-flick western movie . . . the sassy vet and the sexy rodeo star!”
Jake groans. “Do not call him sexy.”
“Whatever, he is. I looked him up online, and let me just say, Sophie . . . well done, ma’am. Well done. I could’ve been a Bennett Babe myself. When do we meet him?”
I grin at her antics; her enthusiasm about virtually everything is one of the things I love most about her. “Well, school starts in a few weeks, so I’m going to be swamped, but if James is riding in November as his farewell retirement ride, I’m damn sure going to Vegas with him. What if you guys meet us there?”
Roxy screams, and I can only imagine her fist pumping. “Vegas? For the rodeo? Hell yes, we’re so doing that. Jake, I’m gonna get you some cowboy boots and a hat. I’m gonna dress you up like a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life! Now, Sophie . . . you’re sure about him, right?”
“He treats me right, and he’s a good man. I’m as sure about him as anything I’ve ever been sure about in my life. Jake . . . we okay?”
Jake sighs dramatically, and I can see it in my head. He knows I’m doing this and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it except be happy for me. “Yeah, kid. You grew up a long time ago, and definitely don’t need my permission to switch up your five-year plan. God knows, I understand getting sideswiped by love in the strangest of ways.”
I grin, thinking back to the craziness when Jake and Roxy first started dating.
“But, Sophie, Vegas sounds like a plan. Send me the dates, and we’ll see you there.”
I smile, thinking that went far better than I’d expected.
“Thanks, Jake. Thanks, Roxy. I love you guys.”
“You deserve it, baby sister. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. If he makes you happy, that’s good enough for me,” Jake replies.
I can’t help but smile. “Thank you again, Jake. He really does. He makes me so happy my face hurts from smiling all the damn time.”
Jake clears his throat, like he’s a little choked up. “That’s good to hear, kiddo. Start school, stay in hicktown, but keep in touch. I expect to hear from you on a regular basis no matter how busy you get.”
“Yes, sir!” I mock salute at the phone. I hear James’s truck pulling up in the drive, so I should probably wrap this up. “I feel like there’s more to say, but I gotta go, Jake. James is back, and besides, it sounds like Roxy has a bit of wardrobe planning to discuss with you.”
I can hear the grin in his voice as he answers, “Boots and hat? What the hell have you done to me, baby sister? It’s a good thing I love you. Bye, Sophie.” And with a click . . . it’s done.
Big brother’s approval received and plans to meet soon. I feel like my heart is glowing in my chest. Definitely not the plan I had, but I don’t think I could’ve dreamed up something this amazing.
“Is the coast clear, or is Jake on his way to come kick my ass?” James asks, coming in.
I laugh, waving him in. “No, he’s good with it. Said as long as you make me happy, then he’s happy.”
James pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly. “And what would make you happy right now, Soph?”
I tap my chin, acting like I’m thinking, but I already know the answer. “How about if you feed me and then fuck me all night long, Cowboy?”
James grins, kissing the tip of my nose before letting go. “Woman, you’re way too damn easy. I’d happily do that every day for the rest of my life. You need plates, or are the bags good enough?”
“What, you think just because you’re not at home you get to eat like a heathen?” I tease. “Oh hell no, Cowboy, I’m gonna have Mama teach me everything needed to run a proper country household.”
“Yes, ma’am,” James says with a smirk. He gets plates, and we eat dinner together . . . cozy, comfortable, but there’s an element of heat underlying everything, and it’s not from the delicious food. It’s him, it’s me; when we’re together, I just can’t help but want him. Now, always, forever.
I virtually wolf down my bur
ger whole before taking mercy on him. “Alright, that should do for some sustenance . . . for round one. You ready to ride, Cowboy?”
James looks at me for a split second and then stuffs the rest of his french fries in his mouth in one huge bite before grabbing me.
“Now for dessert,” he growls before kissing me passionately. I clutch at him, but he takes my hands and forces them above me, his powerful grip making it useless to resist. Like I’d want to anyway. “Question is . . . slow and tender or quick and hot?”
“Quick and hot,” I whimper. Slow and tender we’ll have hours, days, and years for . . . right now my body says it needs to be stuffed full, ridden hard, and put to bed wet.
James nods, fumbling at the bathrobe I put on after our shower until he gets the belt untied, exposing my skin to his rough touch. I love the way his calluses rasp on my back and down to cup my ass as he grinds against me, our lips melting in a searing kiss that robs the breath from my body even as it stokes the fires inside me.
“Get those pants off, James,” I whimper as his tongue finds my ear. “I need you.”
James pulls back, just enough to undo his jeans and pull his T-shirt off. I hop onto the kitchen island as he pulls his cock out, already hard and ready for me.
“Is this what you want?” James mock teases me, dragging the tip of his cock up the inside of my thigh. “You want this in your tight little pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, spreading my legs wider. “I want you to fuck me and make me scream your name so loud the neighbors hear me.”
“We can’t have that,” James says, grabbing the terry-cloth belt of my robe and holding it up to my mouth. “Bite down, don’t let go, and I swear I’ll make you come so hard you pass out.”
“So, you want me to be your little filly, huh?” I tease before biting the cloth. “Do it, Cowboy.”
James grabs my wrists again, thrusting forward hard with his cock until he’s all the way inside. I gasp around the cloth. I’m glad he’s got me so turned on, and that we’ve already fucked twice tonight . . . God, he’s so fucking big.
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