Grumpy Cowboy: A Hot Single Dad, Enemies-to-Lovers Romance Page 26

  “Please, what, darlin’?”

  She moans and jolts her hips forward.

  “Please keep doing this to your perfect tits?” I smirk against her skin and then flick my tongue against her nipple. “Or should I move my attention somewhere else on this sexy body of yours?”

  A whimper escapes her throat.

  With my hands on her hips, I gently ease her onto the bed, and when I stare down at her, my chest expands at the sight. Her thighs tremble with need, and her full tits heave up and down with each panting breath. Her hair fans out around her, and her eyes are completely unguarded, just wide and open and showing me everything she’s feeling.

  “I could stare at you all night,” I whisper against her skin as I lean forward to skate my tongue across her breasts and down her belly.

  “Please don’t do that,” she says, through a half giggle, half moan. “I’m definitely going to need more from you tonight than staring.”

  I grin, continuing to slide my tongue across her hips, only pausing to place openmouthed kisses on her skin. She reaches down and pulls my hands up to her breasts, and she arches her back when I grip the pliant flesh.

  I only stop my mouth’s momentum when I reach the edge of lace and silk, and Leah pushes her hips toward me.

  “Take them off.”

  “You wet for me, darlin’?”

  She nods and pushes her hips up again.

  I move my mouth over her panties, and when I hover over her clit, I can tell she’s soaked through the silk material.

  “I want you,” she whispers and reaches down to grip my hair. “I want you inside me, Rhett.”

  Fuck, there’s nothing sexier than this.

  Leah, hot and wanton, and her body showing me how much she wants this. How much she wants me.

  “I’m glad, darlin’, because I fuckin’ want you too.” I grip her panties with my teeth and yank them down her legs and toss them onto the floor.

  Once I locate a condom in my nightstand, I slide it over my hard cock, the entire time keeping my eyes locked with hers. Hands wrapped around her ankles, I pull her down to the edge of the bed, and then I spread her thighs so I can ease myself inside her.

  My eyes fall closed at how tight and wet and warm her pussy feels wrapped around me, and every inch farther I get, the more intense the pleasure feels around the head of my cock.

  “Oh, holy hell,” she mutters through a moan, and her back arches when I push myself to the hilt.

  I’m not normally a man without stamina, but fuck, I’ve never felt anything this good.

  My jaw clenches and I grip her thighs. “Fuck, Leah, you feel too fuckin’ good.”

  “Uh…like you should talk,” she whimpers, and her breaths turn into staccato pants. “This feels insane. What is happening? Did we accidentally take ecstasy at my birthday party?”

  Her words make me chuckle, but that only forces my cock to push deeper inside her.

  None of which makes this any less intense.

  “Holy shit,” she whispers. “We should have done this a long time ago.”

  Fucking tell me about it.

  I slide my cock in and out of her, each thrust feeling better than the next. And I don’t stop until the urge to see what she looks like riding me becomes too strong to deny.

  With her legs wrapped tight around my waist, I lift her off the bed and change positions. And the instant my back is on the bed and she’s straddling my cock, I know this is the best damn idea I’ve ever had.

  Parted lips, heated eyes, flushed skin, and brown hair hanging down her back, she’s a vision of sex and beauty.

  The best damn thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.

  “Ride me, Leah,” I tell her and grip her hips. “I gotta see what you look like when you come around my cock.”

  Her gaze flashes with lust and seduction, and it urges a crazy mix of pleasure and adrenaline to dump into my veins.

  And my heart prances into a rapid rhythm when she slowly starts to lift her hips up and down.

  Her pussy tightens around my throbbing cock, and I reach up to grip her tits with both of my big hands.

  Leah moans and her head falls back, and she just keeps riding me.

  The whole time, I don’t take my eyes off her face. I fixate on the way her mouth parts with each moan and the way her eyes fall closed. And I watch the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she races to her pleasure.

  Her rhythm becomes erratic as she gets closer to the edge, and I move my hands back to her hips to help steady her as she brings herself to climax.

  Fucking stars dance behind my eyes when her pussy grips me so tight, and the instant her body falls forward and moans and incoherent words spill from her lips, I can’t hold back.

  I come hard inside her.

  “Uh…holy hell,” she whispers through hiccuping breaths. “Holy fucking shit, Rhett.”

  “Yeah.” I grunt when her pussy keeps gently clenching around me, like little tremors of pleasure she can’t control or stop. “Fuck.”

  “What the hell was that?” she asks, and her warm breath brushes against my chest.

  “Whatever it was, it was incredible.”

  She smirks down at me. “Like, so incredible, you want to give it another go?”

  “Damn, woman.” A laugh jolts from my lungs, and I reach up to grip her bare ass. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  Leah giggles and rests her chin on my chest. “I might be trying to kill both of us.”

  “Yeah.” I smirk down at her. “Pretty sure I’m going to need sustenance and a little recovery time before I can go again. And, you know, those pancakes of yours might be exactly what the doctor ordered…”

  “That saying doesn’t work in this scenario,” she retorts. “Because you’re ordering the doctor to make you pancakes. Not the other way around.”

  “I wouldn’t say I’m orderin’ her. More like, suggestin’.”

  “Would you like me to make you some pancakes, Rhett?”

  “Wow, Leah. That would be fantastic. And it’s so thoughtful of you to offer.”

  She snorts at that but proceeds to hop out of bed. “All right, cowboy. Meet me in the kitchen.” With one wink in my direction, she turns on her heel and calls over her shoulder, “I’ll be the naked chick with the spatula! Cooking her bossy cowboy some pancakes!”

  Her bossy cowboy.

  Damn, I love the sound of that—love the sound of our lives intertwining.

  I can’t help but wonder… Maybe Leah Levee is the angel I was praying for when I fell off that fucking bronc and hurt my leg.

  Leah

  After thirty minutes of my trying to cook up a late-night meal while Rhett made a job out of distracting me with his busy hands on my bare breasts and ass, a plateful of blueberry pancakes sits beside me on his kitchen counter.

  And a sexy, naked Rhett stands between my thighs.

  “A naked cowboy and a plateful of blueberry pancakes,” I say and smile at Rhett as he puts a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. “Pretty sure life doesn’t get much better than this.”

  He chuckles and stabs a few pieces onto the fork. “Would you like another bite, madam?”

  I grin. “Yes, please.”

  A forkful of pancakes is gently pushed into my mouth, and I moan around the deliciousness. “Mmmm-mmm-mm… These might be the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Whatever wonderful, amazing, talented person made these is a freaking food genius.”

  Rhett smirks and sets down the fork to grip my thighs. “On that, we can certainly agree.”

  “On the part about me being a food genius, or the part where I’m wonderful and amazing and talented?”

  He presses a kiss to my lips. “All of the above.”

  “You know, the Rhett I met when I first stepped foot on this ranch, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have agreed.”

  “Well, darlin’, that Rhett was a fuckin’ stubborn prick with baggage and assumptions and only a teeny tiny lick’a sense.”

/>   My eyes flash with amusement. “And who is this Rhett?”

  “He’s a man who’s really likin’ this beautiful woman.”

  “You like me?”

  He nods. “I sure do, darlin’.”

  I lean forward to press my lips to his, and I let the kiss linger for a while before pulling away and tapping my nose against his. “That’s good because I like you too.”

  His responding smile could light up the whole room. “That’s good to hear, darlin’, because I have some plans.”

  “Ooh! Plans. Plans sound exciting! What kinds of plans?”

  He spreads my thighs with his hands. “My cock back inside you kinds of plans. You know, all in the name of likin’ you so much.”

  I giggle, and he lifts me up and off the counter and turns us around to set me on his kitchen table.

  “Rhett!” I chastise and slap a playful hand on his bare chest. “You have to stop doing shit like that! You don’t have your brace on.”

  “Sometimes, darlin’, a man likes to live dangerously.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and with one hand, he grips his now-hard cock and rubs it against my clit.

  Oh myyy…

  “This seem like something you’d like to explore further?” he questions, looking up at me from beneath hooded eyes.

  I nod. “Uh-huh.”

  “I guess it’s a good thing I went ahead and brought a condom into the kitchen, then, huh?” he says and grabs exactly that from behind me on the table.

  “Wait… When did you bring a condom in here?”

  “When I walked in and saw you cooking me pancakes in your birthday suit.”

  I giggle at that, but when he slides the condom over his cock and begins to slide himself inside me, my breath gets caught up in my lungs.

  “Damn, you learn something new every day.”

  “Huh?” I ask, trying to concentrate through a whole lot of distraction. “What did you learn?”

  “Yesterday, I had no idea this kitchen table was the perfect size for fuckin’. After today, I know,” he says through a grunt, and he lifts my thighs up higher off the table.

  I lean back on my hands and wrap my legs around his waist, and the change in position urges him to go so incredibly deep it makes my eyes want to roll back inside my head.

  “Fuck, it just keeps getting better and better,” he says through a groan, and all I can offer is a whimper in response.

  I don’t know what it is about this man or what is about us together, but holy shit, this is the kind of sex that makes your body feel like it’s going to explode.

  It’s the kind of sex that makes you want to have more sex.

  The kind of sex that is so intense, so passion-fueled, so downright mind-blowing, it makes it feel like it’s not just sex, but more than just sex.

  Holy hell, cowboy, how am I going to survive this?

  July 23rd, Friday

  Rhett

  Joey begged me to let her and Ernie spend the night at her grandparents’ house tonight. And, normally, I probably would’ve just told her no, but the idea of being alone for the night when Leah is alone for the night was too much temptation to deny.

  You’d think, after all the fucking the two of us have been doing for the past week, that my dick would need a break, but that’s not the case.

  Despite spending nearly every moment of time since we told her brother and friends goodbye the morning after the birthday party thinking about, plotting a plan, or sneaking away to have sex, I still need to be alone with her more. I need to take my time with her, to explore, to feel like I’m not on a goddamn time clock.

  I’ll admit, it’s been fun coming up with ways to give her an orgasm in my truck or behind one of the barns or any of the other damn places on this ranch we’ve been sneak-fucking at, but it’s not enough anymore. My woman is a delicacy, and I want to devour her slowly and without haste.

  So, with Leah on my mind, once I got Joe all settled with my mama and made sure my dad realized Ernie would be scampering around the house in one of those fucking T-shirts my daughter is insistent on putting him in, I headed straight for cabin number three.

  My brakes squeal from the dust-filled air as I come to a gentle stop in front of the front porch, and after I turn off the truck, I grab the radio and attempt to get Leah’s attention.

  Not too long ago, I gave her a handheld radio to keep at all times, whether it’s with her at night when she’s alone in her cabin or when she’s roaming on the ranch by herself.

  “Hey, Leah,” I say into it and wait patiently for a response.

  But when a minute passes by, I try again.

  “Leah, come in, Leah.”

  Another thirty seconds pass by and I’m just about to try again, but the radio scratches and screeches and her voice fills the inside of my truck.

  “Rhett?”

  “Yeah, darlin’, do me a favor and switch your radio over to the private channel.”

  “The private channel?” she repeats, and I can hear the concern and worry in her voice. “Oh shoot. Okay… Yeah, I’ll do that right now!”

  I almost want to laugh at how she’s basically getting riled up for nothing.

  Knowing everyone on the ranch is nosy as hell, I might’ve told Leah that channel thirty-four is a top-secret station that I’ll use when I have to tell her something super important.

  And that super-important shit mostly revolves around having the opportunity to flirt with her and ask her inappropriate things like, What are you wearing? and Would you like to come over and ride my cock?

  Radio switched over to channel thirty-four, Leah is already there, bombarding my ears with questions.

  “Rhett? Are you okay? Is Joey okay?” she rambles. “Did something happen with Tex? What about—”

  “Darlin’, everything is fine,” I cut her off before she can get herself more worked up. “What are you doing right now?”

  “Uh…I was actually getting ready to hop in the shower. Why? Do you need me to come get Joey or something?”

  “Nope. She’s stayin’ at my parents’.”

  “Oh,” she responds. “Then, what are you doing right now?”

  I smirk. “Sitting outside Cabin Three.”

  “You’re outside my cabin? Right now?”

  “Uh-huh,” I answer without any shame. “I was hoping maybe you’d like some company in that shower.”

  When she doesn’t respond, I start to wonder if she didn’t hear me.

  That is, until ten seconds later when the front porch light flips on and the door opens.

  And right there, before my very eyes, stands Leah, naked as the day she was born.

  She rests one elbow on the doorjamb and smirks out at me. Her head is held high, her eyes bright with confidence, and her fucking body might as well be a siren’s call for my now-hardening dick.

  The radio is still in her hand, and she lifts it to her lips. “What are you waiting for, cowboy?”

  Well, I’ll be damned if that isn’t seriously fucking sexy.

  I don’t waste any time with a response.

  Fuck no. Now’s not the time for talking.

  Now’s the time for putting my money where my mouth is and reacting on fucking instinct. And every cell inside my body is ripe with desire and need for the naked goddess standing in that doorway.

  Out of my truck and to my feet, I stride right toward her, and I don’t stop until I’m through the screen door and pulling her into my arms.

  The warmth and softness of her bare tits press against my chest as I kiss her with the kind of passion that has us both panting.

  “Rhett,” she whispers, her voice more of a moan than anything else.

  And it’s that sound, that desperate, needy sound, that spurs me into action.

  I grip her ass with my big hands and toss her over my shoulder.

  She squeals in surprise, but I ignore all her complaints about my leg and instructions to be careful.

  I could give two shits about the tendon that�
�s apparently “still healing.”

  I’m a man on a mission to get this gorgeous fucking woman back in that shower so I can join her and make her come on my tongue.

  When I step into the bathroom, the sounds of the water fill my ears, and steam is already billowing toward the ceiling, and I realize she really wasn’t lying about almost getting ready to take a shower.

  If this isn’t prime-fucking-timing, I don’t know what is.

  Shower curtain pulled out of the way, I set Leah back to her feet beneath the warm spray of water, and I don’t even bother taking off my fucking clothes. Stepping right in with her, I kneel on my good knee, grip her ass with both of my big hands, and yank her bare pussy right toward my face.

  “Rhett!” she shouts when my lips latch on to her clit, but that shout quickly turns into a moan when I slip my tongue inside her.

  “Fuck, you taste like fuckin’ honey, darlin’,” I say, looking up at her.

  Her lips are parted, her eyes are alight with heat and desire, and her breasts heave up and down with uneven breaths.

  I reach up and grab her thick tits, rubbing my thumbs over the nipples in sync with the rhythm I’m sliding my tongue in and out of her.

  My clothes are drenched and my cock aches like a motherfucker beneath my jeans, but I don’t let anything deter me from making her come.

  Ladies first, fucking always. That’s the gentleman’s way.

  Mouth around her clit again, I suck at the swollen bud and flick my tongue against the bundle of nerves until I feel and hear Leah’s body react.

  Her legs shake and her breaths grow more ragged, and the second her fingers reach out to grip the damp material of my T-shirt, I know she’s close.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” I whisper against her skin. “If you come on my tongue like a good girl, then I’ll let you come on my cock.”

  It doesn’t take long before she’s shouting my name, and her pussy clenches and vibrates against my mouth. And I don’t hesitate to watch her catch fire, to watch the way her orgasm makes her eyes fall closed and her lips part even farther. Or the way her breasts push forward and her hips jerk toward my face.

  I don’t miss a single reaction of her body.

  This has become my favorite fucking thing to see.