COWBOY (Unfit Hero Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  Chapter Eleven

  FORD

  This is it. Reaching for her cardigan, I slide it down her arms, letting it fall to the floor at our feet. Reaching for the hem of her little night top, I don’t wrench it off the way that I want to. Instead, I decide to take my time.

  Running the backs of my fingers along her belly, her muscles tremble against my touch. Sliding my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her. She whimpers against my lips, the sound gliding down my throat, and I fucking love it.

  Slowly, I glide the thin silky fabric of her top farther up her torso. Her entire body shivers as I expose the bottom of her tits. Gently breaking the kiss, I suck her bottom lip between mine as I graze the soft skin of her tits with the backs of my fingers.

  “Ford,” she groans as her hands glide up my arms and her fingertips dig into my shoulders.

  Inching up her full breasts, I cup them, feeling the softness against my calloused hands. Gliding my thumb across the hardened buds, her entire body shivers in my arms. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve witnessed in years.

  Her arms lift in a silent demand for me to remove her top. I don’t want to just because she’s asked me, but I do. Sliding it up her arms, I lift my face from hers and look down at her as I lift the fabric from her body, exposing her chest for my eyes.

  The lights are on, and I’m not going to make a single move to darken the room. I want every second of tonight seared into my memory banks for the rest of my days. Tossing the top onto the bed, I watch her for a moment, needing to sear this moment into my memory banks.

  Stephanie’s hands find the hem of my sopping wet shirt and peels it up my body as high as she can. Reaching down, I finish the job, tossing it toward the small bathroom. I hear it slap against the linoleum as it lands.

  She doesn’t allow me to reach out for her again, instead she leans forward, her mouth touching the center of my chest—the center of my scar.

  Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I tug the tie out of her hair and watch in awe as it tumbles down her back and the sides of her face. She lifts her eyes up at me, they’re wide and blue as her tongue traces my surgical scar.

  “Honey,” I grunt as I slide my fingers into her hair, fisting the soft strands.

  Tugging her head back, I look down into her face. She licks her lips, the water droplets from the rain and my chest on her lips. I watch as her mouth curves up into a smile and her eyes search mine, her expression nothing short of mischievous.

  Reaching forward with my other hand, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. “Tell me,” I demand.

  She licks her lips and nods slightly. “Anything,” she breathes.

  “What’s off the table, Stephanie?”

  Her eyes search mine, they look deep into mine and hard. She’s trying to find out what I want from her. All she has to do is ask. She may not like the answer. I want everything. At least while I have her in my bed, in my arms, I want everything she could possibly give me—and so much more.

  “Nothing, Cowboy.”

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  She nods, her lips curling up into a soft smile. “Yeah, Ford. I’m not the sweet girl I once was.”

  I hum, dipping my chin, my mouth hovering above hers. “You still taste sweet as sugar, honey.”

  “Fuck me, Ford. God, I can’t take another second,” she whimpers.

  Lifting my mouth away from her, my lips hover above her own, touching her only when I speak. “Oh, you can take a helluva lot more, honey. Thanks for the challenge.”

  “Ford,” she hisses.

  Taking a step away from her, I lick my bottom lip, running my teeth along it as I watch her. She shifts from barefoot to barefoot, her eyes looking from mine to my chest then back up again.

  “Why is that scar sexy?” she asks.

  I snort. “Chicks dig scars. It’s just a simple fucking fact. Now, ditch those sexy little shorts,” I gruffly demand.

  She shakes her head, her hair flying around her arms as she does just what I’ve demanded. When her shorts and panties are at her feet, she lifts her gaze to meet mine. “What about you?” she asks.

  “Later.” I grin.

  In a single step, I close the distance between us. Reaching out, I wrap my hands around her waist and pick her up. She’s so fucking light, I wonder if she actually fucking eats. If she does, I have no doubt that it’s some fad bullshit of a diet and it certainly doesn’t include the good southern food she was raised on.

  Tossing her onto the bed, I smirk when she lets out a squeal as she bounces against the mattress. I watch her, enjoying the way she moves, the way her tits bounce specifically. Honestly, I thought she’d have had them done as most women seem to do in Hollywood, but they’re all fucking natural.

  Climbing onto the bed, I wrap my fingers around her ankles and slowly spread her legs apart. Her knees are bent, and I can’t look anywhere but between her thighs. I feel like a dying man, my heart slows down as her body is revealed to me.

  Fuck.

  She’s beautiful, everywhere, just as she always was.

  “Touch me, Cowboy,” she softly begs.

  Leaning forward, I blow cool air against her pussy. She lets out a breathy sigh, arching her back and shifting closer to my face. Her silent demand is cute and she’ll get what she wants, but not when she wants it.

  Not from me.

  My fingers dance up the inside of her calves, passing her knees then pressing against the inside of her inner thighs. She relaxes her legs, allowing them to open farther at the same time I lower myself, fitting my shoulders between her legs.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  She’s going to be disappointed, because I’m not eating her sweet cunt, not yet at least. Turning my head, I touch the inside of her knee, kissing, licking and gently biting my wait toward the apex of her thigh.

  Stopping before I reach her sweet spot, I shift toward the other side, touching the apex of her thigh and working my way down to the underside of her knee. Her hand flies to my hair, her fingers gripping me as she jerks my head back.

  My lips twitch into a smile as I look into her completely frustrated and adorable as fuck face.

  “Stephanie?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “Please, Ford. It’s been so long.”

  “Yeah?” I ask in surprise. “How long?”

  Her gaze shifts to the side, then comes back to meet mine as her cheeks tint pink with embarrassment. “A year.”

  “A year since what exactly?” I ask, completely fucking confused. Last I heard she was engaged, and that didn’t end very long ago, a couple months as far as I know.

  She lets out a growl as she looks up at the ceiling then shifts her eyes back to mine. “A year since a man has done what you’re about to do,” she snaps.

  My eyes widen. I want to ask her about her fiancé, but I can’t bring myself to even say the words. Shaking my head once, I lean forward, draping her legs over my shoulders.

  My mouth is so close to her that it would take just the slightest effort to taste her. I can certainly smell her and, fuck me, but it might be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.

  STEPHANIE

  Admitting that my own fiancé had completely stopped all foreplay a year ago was embarrassing as hell, but as I look down at the man between my legs, I find that I’m not really overly concerned about what’s embarrassing and what isn’t.

  He’s going to give me exactly what I’ve been missing, what I’ve been craving for so long. And he’s going to do it better than any other man I’ve had. I can tell just by the way he’s looking at me, he wants this—wants to do this.

  Without another word, he buries his face between my legs and I swear to God, stars burst behind my eyes immediately at his tongue’s touch against my clit. I’m on my elbows, but my head falls back between my shoulders as Ford’s fingertips dig into the insides of my thighs.

  He holds me open for him and I love every second of it. His tongue flattens, tasting my entire center befor
e he sucks my clit between his lips. My fingers in his hair tighten their grip as I pull him closer to me.

  Ford groans, the sensation sliding throughout my entire body. He feasts on me, he doesn’t just eat, the man is downright naughty as he licks, sucks, nibbles, flicks and scrapes his teeth along every single part of my pussy.

  My legs turn to Jell-O, shaking and trembling next to his ears. I’ve given up trying to hold them at any particular position, they’re just open as Ford devours me. My body climbs toward my release, higher and higher.

  I’m panting, moaning, and making ridiculous sounds without a care as they bounce off of the walls around us. My hips move, lifting, shifting as I search for my release. I expect him to slip his fingers inside of me, but he doesn’t.

  Instead, Ford makes me come with just his mouth and absolutely nothing else. I don’t even have to tug on my nipples to take myself over the edge like I usually do, he’s just that good, that in tune to what my body needs as he plays me.

  I come.

  It’s big and beautiful and something that rolls through me in a way where it warms me from the inside out. My entire body freezes, then I slump down, completely relaxed. He slowly slides his tongue through my center, not stopping.

  “Ford,” I exhale.

  He lifts his head slightly. “Quiet. You’re going to come again, just relax, I’ll get you there.”

  My hand falls from his hair, my grip completely gone, lost and I’m unable to even muster up the energy to try to bring it back to his hair or to care. Licking my lips, I look down at him, my elbows seconds from giving out and falling backward on the soft mattress.

  “I can’t,” I groan as I do fall backward, my arms too weak to hold me up another second longer.

  He growls against my center, his tongue flicking my sensitive clit causing my entire body to spasm. Then he lifts his head again, his hand sliding up the center of my chest, stopping at my throat. His fingers wrap around my neck, but he doesn’t squeeze.

  “Honey, you haven’t had this for a year. I haven’t had you for seventeen, I’m going to take my time and I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking move. So lay back and enjoy my mouth against your pussy.”

  “Ford,” I cry.

  “Yeah? You can call my name when you come again. I’m moving up to these gorgeously decorated tits and I’m going to fully enjoy those too, then I’m going to take you over and over until we’re both sated.”

  I shiver, lifting my hand and curling my fingers around the back of his neck, feeling the soft hair at his nape.

  “Okay, Ford. I want that,” I whisper.

  He smirks. “Figured you did, my girl knows what I like and she’s going to give it to me, isn’t she?” he asks.

  I should probably correct him. I’m definitely not his girl, but then again, maybe I want to be? It doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, though it never really was. Ford was the sweetest man I’ve ever known, apparently even though he can be a dick, he is still a sweetheart.

  Chapter Twelve

  FORD

  Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I flick the bar that’s through the bud with my tongue. Sexy. There’s no other word to describe how her pierced nipples look and feel. Stephanie’s had three orgasms and it’s clear she’s tired, but I’ll work her back up, and soon I’ll be inside of her—finally.

  “Ford, I can’t,” she moans as her pants fill the room.

  I hum against her breast, sucking her in farther as I sink my teeth into her soft flesh. “Oh God,” she grunts as her hips lift, searching.

  Slipping my hand between us, I glide my fingers through her damp folds. Circling her clit, I slip two fingers inside of her wet heat. She lifts one of her legs, wrapping it around my upper back, lifting her hips as I curl my fingers inside of her.

  “I need you inside of me,” she sighs. “I need so much more.”

  I moan against her tit, releasing it with a pop. Lifting my head slightly, I look down at her breast and smile at the sight of my teeth marks against her smooth skin. Moving to the other side, I ignore her, fully intent on getting my fill of her beautiful tits before I sink inside of her sweet body.

  “I’m going to lose it, Ford, please,” she begs.

  Releasing her other breast, I glance down at my handiwork, pleased to see that my teeth have also made marks in the flesh there.

  Grinning down at her, I slowly lift my gaze to her face, my fingers still working between her legs. Her wetness slides down my hand, but I don’t care, it’s just as sexy as she is. Cupping her, I grind my palm against her sensitive clit.

  “Jesus,” she breathes, her lids opening slightly to look up at me.

  My lips twitch into a smile as I watch her. Shifting my body up farther, my face too far to kiss her, but close enough to watch every single expression that crosses her features, I bring her to another climax with my hand.

  “Ford,” she snaps once she’s caught her breath.

  I can’t take the smile from my lips as I look down at her. Slipping my hand from between her legs, my smile grows even wider. I shucked my jeans a while ago, my boxers too. I could be inside of her in a split second, but I don’t, not yet.

  “What, honey?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, letting out a huff as she lifts her arms, wrapping her hands around my shoulders as she tugs me down toward her chest. Touching my mouth to hers, I brush my lips across her own.

  “Don’t you think I want to watch you work me, Stephanie. See those diamonds decorating your tits sway above me?” I ask against her mouth.

  She laughs softly. “I’m completely worn out, Cowboy,” she breathes.

  “But you want more?”

  “So much more.”

  “Won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I inform her.

  She snorts. “Who needs to walk?”

  Shaking my head, I slide my tongue along her bottom lip. Moving my mouth toward her ear, I tug on her lobe as I shift my hips between her spread legs. Sliding my hands behind her, I roll on to my back, positioning her above me.

  “You’re not letting this me on top thing go, are you?” she breathes on a soft laugh.

  Sliding one of my hands up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging her head up as I look into her blue eyes. Her lips curve up into a small smile as she watches me through lowered lids.

  “Should I not want to watch you, Stephanie? Most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on in kindergarten and you still are just that,” I rasp.

  Goosebumps break out over her skin as her body shivers. “Why are you so sweet, Ford Matthews?”

  “I’m really not,” I murmur.

  She shakes her head. “You are,” she breathes. “You really are just that sweet and I’m the fool for walking away when I could have had this sweetness the past seventeen years.”

  “You would have resented it, and me, honey,” I admit.

  Saying the words aloud, it feels like a betrayal to the way I’ve felt for the past two decades, but it’s also freeing, because I realize that it is the truth. She would have regretted never running off to follow her dreams.

  She also would have resented me while she lived a lifetime of regret, and I can’t be foolish enough to have wanted her to ever feel that way not only about me, but about herself as well. I’m man enough to know that though she hurt me, she did what she needed to.

  My hand wraps around her hip, the other still buried in her hair as I lift her up slightly. “Ride me for a little bit. Let me watch you in all of your beauty,” I rasp.

  She licks her lips, nodding her head once. “Yeah,” she breathes.

  Stephanie reaches between us and for the first time tonight, I feel her soft touch against my dick. She aligns my cock with her center and with her lowered lids on mine, she sinks down along my length.

  Tugging her head back farther, I watch as she arches beautifully for me. Squeezing her hip, I keep her still. Loving the way that she feels. She’s soft and warm, wet, and having her wrapped arou
nd me feels like fucking heaven. It feels exactly the way that I knew it would—like coming home.

  Sliding my hand from her hip to between our joined bodies, I press my thumb against her clit. “I can’t, not anymore,” she moans.

  “You can,” I simply state.

  She tries to shake her head, but my grip is too firm as I hold her head back. Instead, I play her. Rubbing firm circles against her clit, I watch as her hips start to move. It’s subtle at first, just a little jerk, then as I continue, her body starts to shake.

  “Come again, I want to feel you squeeze me,” I softly demand.

  Stephanie whimpers, but doesn’t try to deny me or herself. Her hips buck against my thumb, her moans and whimpers grow louder and I feel her pussy flutter around my cock causing me to groan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  I want so badly to pound into her, to fuck her until I come. Honestly, it wouldn’t take much, not at this point.

  A thrust or two and I’d be fucking gone, sent into heavenly bliss, but I need to do this. I need her to know just how fucking much she deserves every ounce, every second of pleasure that I’m giving her.

  “Yes, don’t stop,” she begs as she cries out.

  I don’t stop, couldn’t if I tried, when she comes and her cunt strangles my dick, it takes everything I have not to blow my load inside of her. I watch her tits bounce, her little diamond-tipped bars that decorate her nipples winking back at me as they catch the light in the room. It’s fucking gorgeous, just as I knew it would be.

  Gently tugging her off of me, I release her hair, rolling her on to her stomach, face down in the mattress. Reaching for her hips, I tug them backward, aligning my dick with her center, but I don’t dive inside of her, not yet.

  “No more, I can’t,” she says into the mattress.

  Sliding my hand down the center of her back, I slide my fingers around the front of her throat, gripping her firmly, but not tightly as I gently tug her backward. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the side of her ear.