In the Cowboy's Bed (Pleasure Ridge Ranch) Page 4

  The memory of how he’d felt inside of her got her good and aroused all over again. And since she wasn’t playing by the rules of normal, everyday life, she wasn’t willing to wait to have him again. He could sleep later. Now, he needed to service her and service her well.

  She slid her hand beneath the comforter to find he was still naked down below too. She ran her hand across his penis, using her palm to wake it from its slumber. It lengthened and hardened, sending an awesome surge of power through her. She moved to straddle him and guided him inside her just as Justin came awake and met her eyes.

  He moaned and lifted against her. That moan was all she needed to make her horny as hell. She rocked against him, taking his now full length into her. She went wet and hot around him, and she didn’t waste any time increasing the pace.

  "Glad to see you realized what you wanted," Justin said, a very satisfied smile on his face.

  Erin rocked against him faster, determined to have her own satisfied smile very soon.

  At the pace she set, it didn’t take either of them long to find completion. Erin crumpled atop Justin. "I might never move again."

  He chuckled, his breath lifting a few strands of her hair. Then he kissed her forehead. That’s when she realized that despite all the pleasure they’d given each other in the past several hours, they hadn’t kissed once. Was that not part of the package? She thought about how Julia Roberts didn’t allow kissing on the mouth with her clients in Pretty Woman. Was it the same way with Justin?

  "What?" he asked. How could he be more attuned to her shifts in mood after only a few hours acquaintance than any of her exes had ever been?

  She lifted her head and looked at him. "Are you not allowed to kiss your clients?"

  Lines formed on his forehead. And then he must have realized what she had only moments before. "Guess we did things a little backwards, huh?" And then he shifted so that she was beneath him and lowered his lips to hers.

  Erin expected a lot of tongue, but he started off kissing her softly. And damn if he wasn’t a good kisser, too. Already she was classifying Justin in the category of legendary lovers. And this was day one! By the end of the week, she wasn’t going to be able to walk or even form a coherent sentence.

  By the time his tongue got in on the action, she was more than ready for it. She ran her hands through his hair, pressing him closer. When he shifted, she felt the length of his penis harden against her thigh.

  "Feels like I’m not the only one ready for another round," she said between kisses.

  "What can I say? You bring out the animal in me."

  Despite his words, however, this time he made love to her slowly, taking time to kiss her cheeks, her ears, down the sides of her neck. By the time his lips locked onto one of her breasts, they began to ride the wave of another release. Even that came slowly, Justin’s gentle in-and-out movements a sweet agony. When he pushed into her one more time, he held onto her hips, pressing her firmly against him as the length of him pulsed against her wet inner walls. He seemed to take as much pleasure in her release as his own, and that was dead sexy.

  As she drifted toward sleep curled against his warmth a couple of minutes later, she wondered why she couldn’t find someone like him in real life.

  * * * *

  The morning was half gone when Justin’s brain crawled its way out of the stupor of sleep. For several moments, the only parts of him he could compel to move were his eyelids. And that hadn’t exactly been easy. As he lay there staring at the ceiling, the phrase "rode hard and put up wet" ran through his mind.

  He’d had nights that were wilder, but none had ever left him so absolutely spent. Finally, he was able to force his head to turn to the side so he could see the top of Erin’s. Her blond hair was tousled, and her naked shoulder peeked out from under the covers. The way she curled next to his side, so trusting, as if he would protect her, was what finally gave him the impetus he needed to get out of bed. He might be able to give her a pleasurable week, but he wasn’t the protector type. Not anymore.

  He made his way on wobbly legs to the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him. Hoping he didn’t wake her, he turned on the shower and stepped inside. He needed time not only to wash the evidence of last night away, but also time to get his thoughts in order. He was at the ranch and needed to have his ranch mindset firmly in place. That was the only way he got through his days and nights. He came here to forget, and he had to admit that Erin had been very, very good at helping him do exactly that since they’d met.

  When his dick started to get hard, he leaned his forehead against the side of the shower. What was it about this woman in particular that got him as randy as a teenager?

  He jerked up his head when the door to the shower opened. Erin stepped inside with him. Either she’d been playing at her shyness when they met, or he had superhuman powers of seduction. She stepped close and closed her hand around his engorged penis.

  "Need help with that?" she asked.

  "What did you have in mind?" He moved against her hand, the flow of water making it an easy slide. His legs strained to keep him upright.

  She moved back against the tiled wall opposite the showerhead then lifted her hands and gripped the handles on the wall. "I was curious about how these work."

  A shot of "gotta have her now" had him pressing her against the wall. "Hang on tight and I’ll show you."

  Her hands tightened on the fuck-me grips, and he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his back. He held onto her ass and slid easily inside her wet channel.

  "Fuck," he said.

  "Yes, please," she said, her voice teasing.

  He thrust inside her, and this time he didn’t want to take it easy as they had in the wee hours. He captured her mouth and devoured it as he thrust again. "Tell me what you want," he said against her lips.

  "You’re doing it."

  He moved his mouth to her ear and bit the lobe. "I want to hear you say it, beg for it."

  For a moment, he thought maybe he’d finally pushed her too far, but then she tightened her legs around him and impaled herself onto him. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard."

  So that’s exactly what he did. The hot water of the shower beat against his back and ran down his ass to his legs as he drove into her like there were only minutes left until the world ended. She held on to those handles until her knuckles turned white. And it was a good thing the cabins were miles apart because Erin didn’t hold back her moans of pleasure or her continued pleas to fuck her. He got the feeling it wasn’t something she’d ever told someone and was somehow liberating.

  Their bodies slapped together in a rhythm that wasn’t sex in the least. She had the right of it. This was pure, desperate, animal instinct fucking. As his climax built, he joined her in not staying quiet.

  "You feel so fucking good," he ground out as he increased his pace and nearly slammed her back against the wall.

  "You...do...too," she said, punctuating each word with a breath and a moan after each of his strokes.

  He dropped his mouth to her wet breast and sucked hard.

  She cried out, and her heels dug into his hips. "I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming."

  So was he. He didn’t think he’d ever stroked so fast, but nothing seemed fast enough. As he came, he didn’t hold back his own cry of intense pleasure.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Erin’s hands slipped off the handles, incapable of holding on any longer. Though Justin was still breathing hard and looked like he could collapse at any moment, he still managed to catch her and set her carefully on her feet.

  "That was amazing," she said, meaning every word. She’d enjoyed sex before, but sex with Justin was light-years beyond the best sex she’d ever had before meeting him. "I’ve never done that before."

  He smiled. "Not too many showers have handles like this."

  "No, but I mean I’ve never..." She hesitated, suddenly embarrassed by what she was about to say. But what kind of sense did that make co
nsidering everything she’d done in the past twenty-four hours?

  "Asked someone to fuck you hard?"

  She laughed. "Yeah, there’s that." She lifted her hand and ran it over his wet chest. "But I was referring to having sex in the shower."

  He pulled back a little in surprise. "Really? Never?"

  She shrugged. "Nope. Guess I wasn’t very adventurous." And maybe that was why Adam had been screwing that girl doggy style.

  "Look at it this way," Justin said as he skimmed one of his big hands over the swell of her breasts. "Here with me you can make up for lost time. And you’re off to a good start."

  She found herself smiling and realized suddenly that Justin had made her smile more in less than a day than Adam had in the last month.

  Justin took her hand and guided them both under the spray of the shower then tilted his head back to soak his hair and let the water run over his face. He reached for the soap and stepped aside so she could wash her hair. She squirted some shampoo in her hand then closed her eyes as she worked it through her hair. She jumped when she felt Justin’s hands on her breasts.

  "What are you doing?" she asked as her eyes popped open.

  He waggled a bar of soap at her. "Helping you out."

  She was perfectly capable of soaping her own body, but suddenly she didn’t want to. So she let him run the soap and his hands wherever he wanted. When his soapy travels took him between her legs, she inhaled sharply. But then he spun her around and worked on her back. For a moment, she imagined him taking her from behind as the water poured down on them like rain. But she didn’t know if she was ready for that, if she ever would be. Not with the image of Adam and that girl still fresh in her mind.

  To rid herself of that memory she took the soap from Justin and returned the favor, letting her hands glide over his fantastic body. That six-pack, the corded muscles in his legs, his strong arms, the part of him that had given her so much pleasure. As she watched the soapy water flow down his chest, she suddenly had to put some space between them. She plopped the soap in his hand and stepped toward the shower door.

  Justin grabbed her hand, stopping her escape. "What’s wrong?"

  "Nothing. It’s just that if I stand here looking at your wet, naked body any longer, I’m going to want to do you all over again."

  "Is there something wrong with that?"

  "Nothing other than the fact that if I don’t get some food, I’m not going to have the energy to breathe let alone have sex eighty different ways."

  He lifted an eyebrow. "Eighty, huh?"

  She laughed and lifted on her toes to plant a lingering kiss on his mouth. When she lowered herself, she squeezed his hand. "Take your time." And then she stepped with noodly legs onto the bath mat and wrapped herself in one of the huge, plush towels.

  She didn’t look at Justin. Despite her exhaustion, the desire he ignited in her might have her stepping back into that shower and perhaps never getting out.

  * * * *

  By the time Erin dressed, she felt only marginally stronger. With each step she took, she wondered if it would be the one where her legs finally gave way and dumped her in the floor. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, a ravenous hunger for a huge breakfast slammed into her.

  The shower continued to run as she pulled bacon and eggs from the refrigerator. She cracked several eggs into a pan and scrambled them with shredded Cheddar cheese. She was so hungry that she ate the first two slices of bacon to crisp up as she shoved thick slices of bread in a toaster and retrieved strawberry jam and grape jelly from the fridge.

  As she sat all the food on the table as well as two fresh cups of coffee and two glasses of orange juice, she noticed that the shower had finally cut off. She’d been on the verge of checking to see if Justin was still upright in there or if he’d collapsed from overexertion.

  When she heard the bathroom door open, Justin strode out in the same clothes he’d been wearing the day before but bare feet. His hair was still damp, obviously just towel dried.

  "Never did get around to bringing my bag in yesterday," he said, a crooked grin on his face. "Someone kept me busy."

  In the broad light of a new day, a little of her normal self rushed to the surface along with a surge of heat. Holy crap, she’d behaved like a sex-starved maniac. Maybe that’s what she was, what she’d never allowed herself to even think about being. When she went home, how was she ever going to go back to her everyday routine and dating normal guys?

  She shook her head, not willing to think about that depressing scenario right now. She had six more days with Justin, and she was going to make the most of them.

  Justin slid into the seat opposite her, and from the way he dived right in he was as hungry as she was. They were halfway through their food before either of them spoke.

  "You want to go for a horseback ride today?" Justin asked before taking a bite of bacon.

  "I’ve never been on a horse."

  "Lucky for you, I have."

  She took a drink of coffee as she watched him. When she placed the cup back on the table, she said, "The guys here aren’t really cowboys, right? I mean, that’s like a theme, an archetype that women fantasize about."

  "It is. And I don’t know about the other guys, but I actually grew up on a ranch. So you have yourself a real cowboy."

  "You grew up around here?"

  He shook his head. "Wyoming."

  "Really?"

  He nodded. "Really." That layer of authenticity made him even sexier. "So, you up for giving riding a try?"

  The memory of her riding him in the middle of the night caused her to stare down at her plate to hide her thoughts as well as how they heated her cheeks. "Sure."

  After they ate, Justin went out to his truck to retrieve his bag. He changed into clean clothes while Erin did the dishes. When they both stepped out onto the porch, Erin breathed deeply of the fresh air. Maybe a day out in the sun would help ease the aches throughout her body brought about by all the vigorous lovemaking.

  She faltered a little bit going down the steps at that thought. It wasn’t lovemaking. No, it was sex and only sex. But a little twinge told her that wasn’t entirely true. Though she knew next to nothing about Justin, the real man and not the part he played for her, she got the sense that she would like him. She already liked the man she saw now, and instinct told her that he didn’t suddenly have a personality transplant when he went home from the ranch.

  Justin’s hand touched her elbow, aware of her bobble. "Are you okay?"

  "Yeah, just slipped a little."

  "Be careful. Can’t have you injuring yourself before you even see the horses."

  He drove her down the winding road she’d taken to the cabin then past the office where she’d picked up her key. He turned down another road and eventually came to an area filled with barns and corrals. Several beautiful horses stood in the corrals, and a guy was leading another horse out of the front of the barn.

  When Justin parked and opened his door, Erin stayed in the truck watching the guy with the horse and the couple standing next to him. She jumped when Justin opened her door.

  "You nervous?" he asked.

  "Maybe a little."

  "I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve been riding almost since I could walk."

  He stepped back so she could get out of the truck, but instead her eyes went back to the three people next to the barn.

  "Can we wait until they leave?"

  Justin directed his gaze where she was looking. "Why?"

  "Because...I feel like they’ll take one look at me and know what I’ve been doing."

  A wide smile stretched Justin’s lips, and he stepped closer to her. "There’s a pretty good chance they’ve been doing the same thing." He grabbed her knees and spun her toward him. He stepped in between her legs and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. "I guess I could always pull down these jeans right here and really give them something to talk about."

  She throbbed at his
suggestion and for a split second wanted to dare him to do exactly that. When had the idea of having sex where someone might see her gotten so exciting? She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder and pushed him back so she could get out of the truck.

  "You are a bad, bad boy," she said as she walked past him.

  "I do try."

  * * * *

  Justin took a moment to appreciate the shape of Erin’s body in her jeans and simple red, long-sleeved T-shirt before falling into step beside her. Up ahead, the other couple headed away from the barn toward one of the trails.

  "Hey," the tall, Native American guy left behind said as they approached.

  "Erin, this is Adam Blackwood, our local horse guru," Justin said.

  Erin’s eyes widened for a moment, and he got the distinct feeling it wasn’t because of Adam’s good looks. But she recovered quickly and extended her hand.

  "Nice to meet you," she said, offering up a very pretty smile, a genuine smile.

  "Likewise," Adam said.

  As she and Adam shook hands, Justin found himself wondering what that little jolt had been about. And that was new, too. Most of the time, he wasn’t really curious about the women who came to the ranch. And most of the time, they didn’t ask about him either.

  "What can I get for you?" Adam asked Justin.

  "Erin’s not a rider, so we’ll just need one."

  Adam nodded. "Daisy then." He looked at Erin. "She’s a sweet, gentle horse, not easily spooked."

  "Sounds good to me," Erin said.

  It didn’t take long for Adam to prep Daisy and lead her out of the barn. At the widening of Erin’s eyes, Justin found himself wanting to comfort her. He took her hand and squeezed it, enjoying the soft, warm feel of her small hand in his much bigger one. She gave him a tentative smile and squeezed his hand back.