Текст книги "Playing With Fire"
Автор книги: Alison Bliss
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“Then what’s this?” My eyes shot open and I saw him holding the note up in front of my face. Fear raced through me at the thought of him confronting the Barlows. Panicking, I made a quick grab for it, but he jerked his arm back. I spun around to face him as he turned the envelope over in his hand. “Who sent you this? There’s no address or anything, only your name.”
“Just leave it alone, okay?”
“Anna.”
I swallowed hard at the stern tone of his voice. “It’s nothing, really. I’ve just been finding some notes in my mailbox on occasion. I guess the Barlow boys are leaving them.”
Cowboy didn’t hesitate. He opened the envelope and pulled out the small piece of paper inside. Even upside down, I could read the horrible scribble. Burn, baby, burn! After a brief pause, his eyes lit up with anger. “Fuck me. Why didn’t you tell me you were receiving threats from them?”
“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing.”
“Where are the other notes?” Cowboy grumbled.
I walked over to the oak desk in the living room and pulled open the middle drawer where I’d been keeping them. Reaching inside, I grabbed the eight envelopes and then returned to Cowboy, placing them in his hand. I stood there staring at him as he quickly opened and read each one.
When he was done, his body was trembling with barely controlled rage. “I’m going to get dressed, go over there, and beat the fuck out of them two idiots.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, yeah? Watch me.” He started to turn toward the bedroom, but I grasped his arm to stop him.
“You can’t just go over there and accuse them of sending these. Besides, they’ll probably just deny it anyway. It’s just words on paper. Sticks and stones.”
Cowboy paced a few steps away and laid the notes down on a nearby end table, while his brows slanted downward in frustration. “Sweetheart, you need to learn a few things about me. I can tolerate a lot of bullshit, but I won’t put up with some asshole messing with my family, my friends, or my woman.”
His words were serious, but I couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto my lips.
And he noticed. “Something funny?”
“No, I just…well, you called me your woman.” Then I grinned again. Surely he didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
But he was still scowling at me. “Well, aren’t you?”
Was he serious? I blinked at him, my heart hammering against the walls of my chest as he stood there waiting for an answer. Oh my God! He was serious. But it wouldn’t work between us. Everything was going to come to a screeching halt the moment I left town.
Then I made the mistake of remembering how it had felt waking up in his arms. Blissfully content. Safe and protected, like no one could ever harm me. And the benefits of having a smoking-hot, insatiable man like Cowboy in my bed for the next few months definitely outweighed the risks to my already fragile heart. For now, at least.
“I…um, guess so.” It sounded more like a question than an answer.
“Okay, now we have a fucking problem,” he grumbled, his eyes flashing with intensity and anger. He turned away from me and picked up his jeans off the floor. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I didn’t want him to leave.
“Cowboy, wait.”
He dropped the jeans on the floor and turned back to me, stalking toward me with a wicked gleam in his eye, while palming something in his hand. His strong, muscular body took on a lithe, almost predator-like posture and I actually had to tamp down the absurd urge to run. That didn’t keep me from taking a few steps back, though. Or him from following. Even when my back came into contact with the wall, he continued to press forward. Wordlessly, he orbited in my personal space and the gravitational pull of his masculinity sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
I flattened myself against the wall and swallowed hard. “What problem?” I asked softly, not sure what had caused the sudden change in his demeanor.
But he didn’t answer me right away. Cowboy stopped in front of me so close I could feel his warm breath caressing my face as I gazed up at him innocently. He pulled the towel gently from my damp hair and tossed it on the ground behind him. Then he gave me a menacing grin as he dropped his own towel from around his waist. His erection sprang free of the terrycloth and pointed directly at me, as if I’d done something worthy of accusation.
Our eyes met, and although I heard the soft crinkling of foil, I didn’t look down to see what he was doing. Slowly, he lowered his mouth close to my ear, then loosened the knot tied in my robe before parting it open. “If you don’t know by now that you’re my woman,” he whispered in a rough voice, “then I am obviously doing something very wrong.”
His hands brushed across my scarred hipbones and his fingers slid just under the waistband of my cotton panties. One little tug and they were on the floor at my feet. I closed my eyes as a shiver shimmied through me. His intense eyes. His sexy morning voice. His imperceptible touch. It was all too much for me to handle.
Without warning, he gripped my hips and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and entering me fast and hard in one smooth motion. I gasped and my eyes shot open at the delicious intrusion of my body. Grasping his shoulders, I tried to steady myself, but Cowboy wasn’t having any of that.
Not giving me any time to adjust my position or even take a breath, he buried his face into my neck, licking and sucking, while thrusting his hips in long, slow motions. I banded my arms around his neck to hold on tight. Over his shoulder, I could see the muscles of his arched back flexing and tightening as the speed of his movements increased and he reached deeper inside me.
Lifting his head, he braced me against the hard surface at my back and supported my weight with his hands under my thighs. He smirked sexily as his pelvis ground against mine, creating a breathtaking amount of stimulation to my clitoris. It was as if he pressed my hot button over and over again and sounded the alarms in my body.
A seed of warmth grew inside of me and spread throughout my entire body. As the heat began to consume me, though, I clenched my inner muscles, stopping myself from flying over the edge. There was a problem. Nothing about this felt like a one-night stand.
He bit back a groan. “Baby, let go. I’ve got you.”
Choking gasps burst from my strangulated lungs, making my chest ache. My body was on fire. Erotic flames traveled through me, licking at my insides, as a burning sensation simmered beneath my sensitive skin. As if Cowboy were holding a branding iron to my heart.
Oh God. He really did want more from me. But…
“No, I can’t. It’s too much, too soon.”
His eyes focused on me with determination. “The fuck you can’t.”
As usual, Cowboy didn’t like to be told no. He pounded into me harder, groaning and panting, as he clearly struggled for control. He caught my mouth, letting his tongue roll against mine in time with his thrusts before giving me a sharp nip on my bottom lip. “Tell me who you belong to,” he said, rocking into me once again.
“You,” I whispered.
“Still don’t sound too sure. Maybe you need more convincing.” He gripped my buttocks to rock into me with more force than before.
The exquisite angle had him hitting a toe-curling sweet spot, and I whimpered into his neck. “I’m yours,” I gasped, reveling in the sensations he created. He was so far inside me, I’d almost swear his knees were hitting the wall beneath me.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
My teeth chattered at the sheer power of his body stroking into mine as I surrendered to the emotions swirling inside me. “I’m yours, damn it! All yours,” I cried out, digging my fingernails into his back as I blinked back unshed tears.
And just like that, the shuddering orgasm ripped through me. Trembling and convulsing, my inner muscles clamped down on him. He groaned in pleasure as he neared completion. Finally, he let himself go.
After a moment, he withdrew slowly and slid me down him until my feet touched the floor. My legs were limp, barely capable of holding my weight. Apparently, he was a little shaky himself because he planted one hand firmly against the wall next to my head to hold himself up. We stood like that for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes.
It was only then I understood what he’d been doing. Cowboy had claimed me. Mind, body, and soul. His.
Chapter Seventeen
After work, I went straight home.
All day, I’d floated on cloud nine, reminiscing about how Cowboy had exquisitely tortured my body and left me deliciously sore from last night’s marathon-inspired sexcapade. I had even worn a huge, stupid grin on my face, one I couldn’t seem to wipe away.
But walking back into my home and seeing the wall Cowboy had taken me against earlier that morning ruined my good mood, and my euphoric state dissipated. Battling my emotions, I had to consider the previous night had been nothing more than one giant mistake on my part.
I’d yielded to my own feelings, allowing myself to fall even more for him, yet he didn’t know I was leaving town. Or that by being with me, he was consequently putting a target on his back. But telling him that meant telling him everything, and I didn’t know if I was prepared to do so.
As I tossed my keys onto the counter, I noticed the stack of forgotten mail I’d placed there earlier in the day. Glancing at the clock, I sighed. Cowboy had said he’d stop by, but wouldn’t be off work for another hour. Plenty of time to sort out the junk mail and take a shower before he arrived.
But as I sifted through the mail, I stumbled upon an official-looking envelope addressed from the Gib Lewis Unit Prison & Correctional Facility in Woodsville, Texas. My stomach churned, twisting with dread, as my shaky hands tore open the envelope and extracted the crisp letter inside. My fingers trembled as I unfolded it.
Dear Ms. Weber,
I have been notified by the Texas Department of Criminal Justice that the Victim Services Program has been unable to reach you using the Vine phone notification system. Therefore, I am sending this notice to your last known address, in hopes it will reach you at a forwarded address. This information is in reference to Stuart Nelson, prisoner no. 1018040.
The parole board originally determined the prisoner’s earliest possible release would be August 22nd of this year, but due to overpopulation, the prisoner’s lack of previous criminal record, and the model behavior he has displayed while incarcerated, the parole board has since moved his release day to March 1st.
Should you have any questions or concerns regarding this matter, please let me know or contact your local law enforcement agency.
Sincerely,
John P. Ellington
Warden, Gib Lewis Unit
Jesus. He was released early? I glanced at the desktop calendar, noting Stuart Nelson had been released from prison…two weeks ago? Oh God!
Instantly I recalled what Cowboy’s friend, Junior, had said about the man I’d seen standing on the edge of my property. Had to be someone else.
Then I remembered the stack of threatening notes I’d received. That whole time, I’d thought the Barlow boys sent them. But what if…?
Lightheaded, I swayed on my feet. Fear and adrenaline shot through my veins, and my heart flopped around inside my chest like a dying fish. I reached over and twisted the deadbolt to lock the door. “I’m safe,” I reminded myself out loud. “He couldn’t have found me that fast. It’s not possible.”
But who was I kidding? It only took him a week to find me before, which also happened to be the last time I ever saw my moth—
The letter fell from my hands, landing on the counter. It was him. He’d been watching me, not the Barlows, not Junior. It was just like last time.
Panicking, I sprinted to my bedroom and yanked my large suitcase out of the closet, tossing it open on the bed. Returning to the closet, I ripped my clothes from their hangers until I had an armful, then raced back to the bed to stuff them inside the luggage.
I ran to the living room, extracting things from drawers, grabbing my research files, and sifting through personal items. Only grabbing what I absolutely had to have, I carried them all to the suitcase and placed them inside.
Next I went for the drawers, pulling them out of the dresser completely and holding them upside down to dump the contents of each into my suitcase. My undergarments spilled out, only half of them actually landing in the suitcase. The rest had fallen every which way and some even ended up on the floor. But I didn’t have time to stop and pick them up. I closed the lid and zipped it up.
Reaching under the bed, I slid out a small black tote and threw the strap over my shoulder. The new identity inside would get me out of the country and the cash I’d stockpiled would keep me on the move until I found a good place to hide. I lifted the suitcase from the bed and headed to the kitchen, where my keys still sat on the counter. Just as I reached for them, a knock sounded at the door. My heart stopped and my stomach dropped. Setting my bags down quietly, I tiptoed to the door and peered out through the peephole.
Oh, no.
Cowboy stood on the other side of the door with a smile on his face. My body surged with guilt and remorse. I hadn’t planned to tell anyone—including him—I was leaving. Not even when my six months were up, and certainly not now when my time had run out early.
After a few moments, his smiled disappeared and he knocked again. Harder this time. I couldn’t pretend like I wasn’t home. Surely, he had noticed my car in the driveway. But I couldn’t bring myself to open the door, either, even when he banged on it a third time.
“Anna, I know you’re in there. I can hear you breathing.”
Figures.
I lowered my head, thunking it against the door as I let out a slow calming breath. All the running around I’d done had put my respirations in overdrive, and even though I was only softly panting, apparently it was audible. But I needed to get it under control if I were to face Cowboy without alarming him. I held my head up high, pushed a loose strand of my hair out of my eyes, and opened the door a few inches.
“Hi,” I greeted cheerily, straining to keep my voice from cracking. He started to move forward, as if he were going to come inside, but I held my position and barred his entry. “I’m sorry, Cowboy. I’m going to have to cancel on you tonight. Something sort of came up.”
I thought I’d done a great job keeping my tone controlled and light, but apparently it wasn’t enough. He raised one eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’ve just been rushing around like a mad woman trying to get some stuff done. I had a busy day at the library and have things to take care of.”
“What’s this? You brushing me off?”
I shook my head. “No, I just…” Eager to escape the way he was looking at me, I tried to hurry the conversation along. “Look, I’m feeling a little strange about what happened between us and I need some time to process it all. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“No, it’s not fucking okay.” He scowled. “If this is your way of sending me packing, then I want to know why.”
“I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to—hey!”
Without my permission, he shoved open the door and stepped over the threshold. His eyes took in the disheveled room until they finally zeroed in on the luggage I’d placed on the floor next to the kitchen counter. His green eyes flashed to me, but his expression was unreadable. “Going somewhere?”
“I…” My heart thumped against my rib cage. “Yes, I’m leaving town.”
“You weren’t even going to tell me?”
I cringed at the harshness of his tone. “No.”
His mouth settled into a disapproving, grim line. “Why?”
“This is all happening too fast. You and me. I told you before we were too different. Our relationship is based solely on sex and I don’t want—”
“Stop it, Anna. If you’re going to stand here and give me a line of bullshit, then don’t bother. This has nothing to do with us and you know it. So either tell me the truth or don’t waste my fucking time.”
“I…I don’t want this, okay?” My voice warbled unconvincingly. God, I was such a bad liar. “I only want to be left alone to live my life as I see fit. I don’t need the complication of a relationship.” At least that part was true, but I knew it would take more than that to make him leave. “You’re never going to be anything more than a playboy and I refuse to be another Kelly Deter.”
“Kelly Deter? Who the hell is… Wait, the girl from camp?”
At least my eye roll was genuine. “I’m surprised you even remember her name at all.”
“Well, why wouldn’t I? She’s the bitch who told everyone that she and I slept together the night of the bonfire. All I’d done was ask her out. I hadn’t laid a finger on her. The next day, when I found out she spread the rumor among the other counselors, I called the whole thing off.”
“But you weren’t at the bonfire,” I said, shaking my head furiously. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I was on my way when I heard a commotion and ran to see what happened. I thought one of the kids had gotten hurt, but it was you. You were lying on the ground with all the kids standing around you as one of the other female counselors yelled for help. I picked you up and carried you to the nurse’s station, then waited outside until I heard you were going to be okay. They’d told me you had a panic attack and fainted.”
“Y-you carried me…” My heart squeezed and my eyes filled with blinding tears. I turned away from him. “I never knew. By the next morning, word had gotten around about what had happened and a few of the other counselors had started calling me ‘Sparky.’ I didn’t want to be reminded of how I’d panicked and fainted in front of everyone when they’d lit the bonfire, so I packed my things and left.”
“I know. I went to see you the following night to make sure you were okay, but Bobbie Jo told me you were already gone.” He paused, then his tone laced with anger. “Guess that’s what you do, though. You leave without saying good-bye.”
I swallowed hard.
“Take care of yourself,” he said solemnly. His boots clomped on the floor, the sound growing softer with distance as he made his way to the door.
Tears leaked down my face. I knew if I spoke again my shaky voice would tell him everything he needed to know. But despite everything I’d said, I wanted him. Now more than ever. He’d given me his trust. Maybe it was about time I did the same.
“I’m not,” I whispered.
He must’ve stopped at the door because suddenly I couldn’t hear his footfalls anymore. “Not what?”
It was a pivotal moment, dependent entirely on what words came out of my mouth next. Because if things went wrong… But I couldn’t bear to let him think he hadn’t been good enough for me. Even a guy with Cowboy’s reputation deserved better than that. “I-I’m not okay.”
“Anna…?” His voice registered concern.
I walked over to the counter and picked up the letter, not sure if I was doing the right thing. But now that I’d set the ball in motion, I couldn’t seem to stop it. I turned and moved slowly toward him, clenching the letter tightly in my grip. Once he knew everything, there would be no going back.
His eyes flickered with confusion as I handed him the letter. “Who’s it from? The Barlows?”
“Read it.”
He did as I asked and then glanced up at me. “Is this who you’re running from?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re afraid he might come after you?”
“I know he’ll come after me. He always has. Even in my dreams he won’t rest until he finds me.”
Cowboy’s eyes darkened with fury. “You know I won’t let him hurt you, don’t you?”
“That’s the thing. You won’t be able to stop him. No one can.”
“Who is he?” he demanded. “Your ex-boyfriend or something?”
“No. H-he’s my father.”
Cowboy’s eyes widened. “Why would your own father try to kill you?”
“Because my testimony is what kept him in prison for the past twenty-two years. He murdered my mother.”
“I thought your mom died in a fire. You said she was cooking dinner and went to answer the door. She told you to stay in the kitchen, but you didn’t…”
I closed my eyes briefly. “That’s true,” I said, feeling the full weight of the guilt I’d held onto for years. “But what I didn’t tell you was what happened after she opened the door and found my father on the other side.” I rubbed my palms over my face and sniffled.
“Tell me.”
“I could hear them arguing, yelling at each other at the top of their lungs, from the kitchen. He told her he wasn’t going to let her keep his daughter away from him and that he was taking me home. Then, he must’ve pushed his way inside because my mom started screaming even louder for him to get out. The moment he hollered my name and demanded for me to come to him, I hid inside the pantry.”
“You were scared of him?”
I nodded. “My parents divorced when I was six. I don’t remember much of it, though. But Mom had warned me he wasn’t a good man. He only wanted to take me away from her in order to punish her for leaving him. He hunted us down everywhere we went. That’s why we moved around so much when I was younger. To keep him from finding us.”
“Is that why you don’t share the same last name?”
“Weber is my mother’s maiden name. She didn’t want me to have any connection to that man.”
“Did he find you…in the pantry, I mean?”
I shook my head. “They came into the kitchen. Mom was crying, begging for him not to take her little girl away, but he ignored her and continued calling out my name. It was like he didn’t even care about my mother. He just wanted to hurt her.” Pain and anger surged inside of me at the injustice of it all. “Had I just left with him, she would still be alive.”
Cowboy’s eyes softened. “Sweetheart, you don’t know that.”
“No, you’re right. I don’t know for certain. But I believe it’s true.” A lone tear ran down my cheek. “There was a scuffle. Glass shattered and my father cursed, then my mother released the most agonizing sound I’d ever heard. Moments later, everything went silent.”
I shivered as my mind pulled me back in time and stuffed me back into my six-year-old body. Alone and trembling, I’d sat on the floor of the dark pantry with my arms curled around my knees until smoke eventually seeped under the door. I recalled the terror and confusion, the choking and gasping for breath, the way my eyes and throat burned. I made the decision to open the pantry door and face the awful truth about what had happened.
“By the time I opened the door, the kitchen was engulfed with fire and smoke. I could barely see anything as I tried to find a way out. Only when I tripped over something, did I realize what—or rather who—it was.” I cringed at my own words.
Cowboy shook his head. “Anna, stop. You don’t have to tell me any more.”
I nodded. Of course I didn’t. Because a fireman like Cowboy knew exactly what it was like to find someone in that capacity. A gruesome body, covered in flames and melting skin, lying in a fetal position, lacking any hair, and the smell of burned flesh in the air. With one look, he would have known my mother was past saving.
But I was only six.
“I tried to get to her…so I could help her,” I admitted, barely able to hear myself over the visions of fire roaring in my head. “I tried to crawl toward her, but I never made it. A wooden beam in the ceiling had burned through and fallen on top of me, pinning my waist to the floor.”
Cowboy’s eyes narrowed and he breathed out through his nose. “That’s how you got your scars?”
I nodded slowly. “I don’t know how long I was trapped under it because I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, I was being carried out by a fireman wearing a black helmet. I panicked and fought him, so he held me tighter and hummed to me all the way out to the ambulance. I guess I was in shock because I was pretty calm up until they rushed past me pushing a gurney with my mother wearing an oxygen mask.”
“Jesus. She was alive?”
“Barely. I heard them say her pulse was weak and thready and that her throat was swelling shut. They were rushing her to the ambulance to intubate her. At the time, I didn’t know what that even meant. I went wild trying to get up and go to her, but the paramedics gave me something to calm me down—a sedative, I suppose—and as I faded away, the last thing I remember was the fireman sitting next to me, humming a tune to keep me from being afraid.”
“Chief Swanson?”
“Yes. I didn’t learn his name until months later when he was called to testify in court. I wasn’t allowed to be there, but my stepdad mentioned his name and said he was the one who carried me out of the house. Before they had discovered me in the kitchen, they found my father in the living room and pulled him out. He was arrested on the spot after neighbors confirmed he showed up at our house right before all the yelling started and the fire broke out. He never admitted what he’d done. Denied it, even after they charged him with murder. My mom died en route to the hospital.”
“Did you see him in court?”
“No. Since I was a minor, the judge allowed my testimony to be recorded and shown to the jury in a closed courtroom. I was so badly burned that I was still in the hospital months later having multiple skin grafts when the jury finally found him guilty. Every day since, I have lived in fear he would be paroled and come after me. Now it’s happening. He’s not going to stop until he kills me, too.”
“Anna, listen to me,” Cowboy said, grasping my arms. “I’m not going to let that happen. You don’t have to go anywhere. I can protect you from him.”
I wanted to let him convince me to stay, but I couldn’t put him in that kind of danger. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask me. You’re my woman, remember? It’s my job,” he said, dutifully. He smiled, obviously trying to settle my nerves. “Besides, you have enough FBI agents surrounding you here that you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“You mean Jake?”
“Jake isn’t the only FBI agent around here. Hank is a retired FBI director, and Junior used to do some contract work for the Feds. And even though Ox, Judd, and I aren’t FBI, we learned from the best. Your fath—Stuart Nelson—will have to go through all of us to get to you. Just tell me you’ll stay.”
“I can’t do that. I always wanted to be surrounded by people who cared about me, and now that I am, I can’t risk their lives by putting them in danger,” I said, letting my head fall. “It’s best if I just disappear.”
He lifted my chin to gaze deep into my eyes. “That isn’t what’s best for everyone.”
With my emotions running so high, I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. But his words filled me with a renewed sense of hope. All the years I’d spent running from my past had finally caught up to me. Would I be able to let all the fear go for Cowboy? For myself? I had to try, didn’t I?
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
Cowboy drew me a warm bubble bath and made me some herbal tea to help soothe my frazzled nerves. When I was done, I started to dry myself off, but he grabbed the towel from me and took care of it himself. Afterward, he helped me into my flannel pajamas and then led me to the bedroom. He was pampering me, and I let him, because it felt good to have someone else to lean on for a change. No one had ever taken care of me that way before.
He held the covers up as I slid underneath, then lay down behind me, encompassing me with his warm body. It made me feel better, safer even, but it wasn’t enough. The mental images I’d stirred up by talking about my past wouldn’t stop replaying vividly in my mind. I needed him to make me forget completely, to make me forgo this feeling of doom hovering all around me.
“Cowboy, I…I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby.” He pressed his lips to my temple and held me firmer in his strong arms. “I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you.”
“No, I mean I need you…inside me.”
I knew he wasn’t sexually aroused. I could feel every bit of pelvic region pressing into my bottom through my flannel pajamas. He didn’t have any problem sleeping in the nude, but I wasn’t at the same comfort level. Yet the moment I spoke those words aloud, something must’ve stirred inside him. A long, hard ridge suddenly rested uncomfortably against me.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
“I need you,” I whispered again.
His body shifted away from me a little and I considered it a sign that he was going to reject me, until the end table’s drawer opened and then shut. The telling sound of a foil packet crinkled as he ripped it open. He seemed to understand what I was asking him for because, seconds later, he shoved me forward, settling me on my stomach, as he positioned himself between my legs.
He wasn’t gentle. Which is exactly what I wanted. I needed him to claim me in a primal way, to disintegrate the images from inside of my head, as he screwed me senseless. Cowboy lifted my hips, yanked my pajama bottoms down to my knees, and plunged inside of me from behind. I whimpered, but my mind focused solely on him.
Gripping my hips with both hands, he grunted and groaned as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust himself back in once again. I gasped from the raw power of his body slamming against mine. Suddenly, he stopped. Reaching around to find my clit, he applied just the right amount of pressure, which had me panting and hurtling toward a mind-numbing orgasm. But I bucked back into him, rocking hard onto his member. More than anything, I needed to feel him deep within me.
“Christ, darlin’, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
Continuing to work my hips over his length, I gave as good as I got. The pace was frantic as he took me from behind, jarring my body forward and repeatedly jerking me back onto his length. The orgasm swept over me in much the same way, coming fast and furious, as Cowboy’s own climax peaked. Not giving me one second to catch my breath, he rode me hard all the way to the end until he collapsed over me, breathing heavily onto my back.
After a few minutes, he rolled off me in a way mimicking an alligator’s death roll and lay there, spent. “If we keep this up, I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the death of me.”
I winced, remembering the danger I was putting him in by staying.
