Page 54 of Ride Me Cowboy
“Oh, baby, I’m not going to,” he promises. “Not until I hear you come, anyways.”
I whimper at that and try not to think about how long it’s been since I’ve orgasmed. How long it’s been since I’ve been with a guy who cared about me enough to care that I get off too.
“Cole…” faster, harder, his whole body wrapped around me, his teeth nipping my shoulder as he drives me to the very edge of what I think I can cope with, and then, in a glorious explosion of color and sound, I’m tumbling over the edge of it, the whole world shaking and reshaping itself as I tremble from head to toe, his name tumbling out of my mouth over and over, as a wave of cataclysmic pleasure swallows me up entirely.
Just like after I told him about Christopher, I become slowly conscious of the fact that I’ve walked through a doorway, and things are different on the other side. Everything evenlooksdifferent. The forest appears closer, the trees darker, the sky shinier.
“God, baby, you sound so good,” he says. “Makes me want to really see how good I can make you feel.”
The words ripple through me. I barely trust myself to speak, but eventually stammer out, “What exactly does that entail?”
His laugh is a slow seduction, in and of itself. “You, me, not on a horse’s back. Some place I can touch you and kiss you for hours, until you’re begging me to ride you, to fuck you, until you can’t think straight.”
I shudder against him at the promise of that. “I’m free tonight,” I say, huskily, the wanton invitation out before I can even second guess myself.
He pulls his hand out of my pants, uses it to grab the reins again. A shift of his foot against Rowdy and we’re moving. The saddle shifting beneath me is a whole new kind of awareness now; I wonder if he has any idea how good this feels? How addictive.
“I kind of like the horseback,” I say, earning a rumbling laugh.
“Okay, we can do some more of this, too.”
I like the way he says that. Like this is just simple and uncomplicated.
Rowdy comes to the crest of the hill, and I realize we’re almost at the house—he’s brought us around a different side. I’m disorientated in the dark, and because of everything that’s just happened.
Once we’re close, he pulls on the reins and Rowdy stops moving. Cole swings himself down easily, coming around to my side. “Ready, City Girl?”
I look down at him, and my heart lurches almost painfully. I nod so I don’t have to attempt words.
He grabs for my hips, and lifts me from Rowdy’s back like I weigh nothing. He reaches for my jeans, still open, and I think he’s going to fasten them for me—good thing, too, because my fingers are all trembly. But instead, he kneels down and cups his hands behind my bottom, drawing me closer to him. With one hand, he pushes down my underpants and then his mouth is on my sex, his tongue teasing me at first, moving slowly and tentatively so my knees almost buckle, and I might have stumbled to the ground if it weren’t for the strong, commanding hand on my ass.
“You taste so good, City Girl,” he groans against me. No way can I say anything besides an incoherent babble. I dig my nails into his shoulders, needing something to hold onto, even with him gripping me the way he is.
He is a master of all things, and this is no exception. His mouth finds my clit and sucks hard, and then, he slides a finger inside me, so every muscle in my body clenches in euphoria. I don’t want to wait for some other night, some other time. I want all the things he promised me before. I want hours and hours of this. I don’t just want him to touch me, to kiss me—I want to do the same right back to him.
“Cole,” I cry out, as he pushes another finger deep inside and then moves them in, out, in, out as his mouth draws the most sensitive parts of me and flicks them with his tongue. “Fuuuuck,”I cry as an orgasm shreds me to pieces. Not with a slow build, not like a wave, but a deluge, almost out of nowhere.
I hate to think how hard my fingers bite into his shoulders, but I hold him like that for a long time, until I can breathe again, until I can feel my legs. He pulls out of me, stands up, and then, while I’m still swaying a little, refastens my jeans, in a gesture that is so simple and caring, I feel the sting of tears at the back of my eyes. I blink quickly, refusing to give into them.
“Let’s get you into bed, Beth,” he says, eyes glinting with wickedness when they meet mine.
“My bed?” I ask, almost petulantly, because despite the two times he’s made me come tonight, I wantso much more.
“Your bed,” he confirms, a lazy grin crossing his face, making my heart pound. He puts an arm around my shoulders though, as he walks me around to the front door, leaving Rowdy behind.
I’m glad for the support of his arm. I lean against him, and tell myself not to overthink any of this. Just go with it.
But I’m not good at not overthinking, and everything’s changed for Cole and me tonight. We’ve spent the past few weeks pretending we don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off, and we can’t do that anymore. But there’s some inherent awkwardness here, that needs to be addressed. Or at least, anticipated.
At the door, he moves to stand in front of me, wrapping his other arm around my waist, latching his hands there, in the small of my back. I try not to notice how right it feels.
“I’m glad you told me, Beth,” he says, gently, and my heart lurches to the wrong side of my chest. He squeezes his hands a little, to underscore that.
“Me too.” And I am. He’s the first and only person I’ve ever been honest with about Christopher, yet having him know just feels normal.
The moonlight catches the top of his head and it’s like he’s being bathed in silver. I lift a hand to his cheek, running my fingers over the ridge of his face, sighing softly as I connect with his stubbled jaw and then the edge of his lips. Something about this man and this night feels almost like we’ve carved out our own little niche, away from the rest of the world, but we haven’t. Not really. It’s still out there, just exactly like it was last night, today, three months ago. Christopher’s family in New York, Beau, Austin, Caleb, Mackenzie…
“Cole,” I say, my voice ambivalent.
