We were waiting for the final construction to be completed on our brand new house on the forty acres we’d bought from Carl and Lucinda. During the last year, we’d lived at her apartment or here on the ranch. In the exact cabin where she’d made that fateful wrong turn a year ago, right down to the loose screw on the brass number nine that made it look exactly like a six.
She said goodbye to her best friend and tried the door handle. It was unlocked. The door swing open, and she steppedinside. I had placed candles around the room and rose petals on the bed.
I wanted history to repeat itself, but with an upgrade. She stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. When she saw me, she smiled, her gaze dropping instantly to the towel, then sweeping up over my chest before finally meeting my gaze.
“You’re in the wrong cabin, City Girl.”
“I was looking for a cowboy. Do you know where I could find one?”
“Maybe. Why do you need a cowboy? You want to learn how to ride a horse, or maybe you need one with more specialized skills?”
“Oh, I need one with very specialized skills.
“Really?” I walked toward her, letting her look her fill. I didn’t stop until I had her backed against the door, my hands above her head, pinning her against it. “And what might those skills be?”
“I need a cowboy…” She bit her lip, her hands coming out to slide across my chest. Her thumbs brushed across my nipples, making me bite back a groan. She knew how that affected me.
I leaned down and licked the side of her neck, reminding her what my tongue felt like against her body. “You need a cowboy to do what, exactly?”
“Rub my clit.”
I didn’t waste time. I captured her mouth as I kicked her legs apart. She was wearing a pink dress with her pink boots. I slid one hand up the side of her leg, traveling to the spot she needed me most. I didn’t find silk or satin. I found soft, wet, feminine flesh.
“You naughty little librarian,” I whispered against her lips. “No panties. And you’re fucking soaked.” I started rubbing her clit.
It didn’t take long before she was moaning and arching into my touch. “Did you think about this while you were driving, darlin’ About finding a cowboy who could satisfy you?
“Harder, Slade. Make me come.”
And I did, just by rubbing her clit.
I didn’t let her come down from that. I swept her up into my arms. As I carried her to the bed, she untucked the towel, letting it drop to the floor.
She was still wearing her dress and her boots when I laid her on the bed, I wasted no time parting her legs and burying my face in her damp heat. My tongue found her center with a hunger that hadn’t faded for a single second since the day she’d walked into my life. Her juices coated my lips, her fingers pulling my hair as she tried to bring me closer.
In minutes she was right on the edge of a second orgasm, her hips arching off the mattress in a desperate search for release.
I pulled my mouth away, and felt her whole body shudder with the loss.
“Slade,” she choked out, her voice a jagged edge of need. “Please.”
“You can’t come yet, Jamie. Not until I say so.”
“Slade... that’s not fair.”
“Who said I was being fair, darlin’?” I pushed her dress up, pinching one of her nipples. “Just concentrate on something else. The Dewey Decimal System.”
She let out a frustrated, broken moan, her head tossing back and forth against the pillows. “We don’t... we don’t even use the Dewey Decimal System anymore, Slade. Let me come. God, please, let me come.”
“No.” I gave her pussy a sharp little tap with the hand. “Concentrate on horses. Think about Buttercup.”
“Do you want to kill the mood?” she panted.
I laughed. “It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise.”
I leaned back in, my tongue finding her again, circling that sensitive nub with a slow, agonizing deliberation. “I want you to think about my cock inside you. Hard and thick. I want you to imagine me driving into you, over and over, until you can’t see straight.”
Without warning, I thrust wo fingers deep inside her, filling her tight, slick heat. She fisted her hands in the sheet, and dug her still booted heels into the mattress. With my mouth and fingers, I took her the edge yet again.
