Free Cowboy After Dark by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page A
Authors: Vicki Lewis Thompson
this would be hers for a week. Hello, fantasy lover.
“Is...is something wrong?”
“On the contrary. Something is very right. You have a magnificent tallywhacker.”
His voice sounded strained. “I thought maybe there was a problem.”
“No.” She glanced at his face. Even in the dim light, she could see the tendons in his neck were standing out. He was also gripping fistfuls of the blanket. “Do you have a problem?”
“Only that I think I’m going to come any second.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“That would be great.”
Grasping the base of his penis, she squeezed hard.
“Ahh.”
“Better?” She leaned over him, her tongue poised to lick the single drop of moisture gathered at the tip.
His massive chest heaved. “Yeah. For a second there I thought I’d—” He gulped when her tongue made contact. “Hope, if you keep that up, it’ll be all over.”
“Not if I give you another squeeze.” Circling the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger, she tightened her grip while continuing to lavish attention on his very fine penis. The longer she stroked and licked, the more she ached to feel him thrusting deep inside her.
But he was a gentleman and hadn’t brought condoms. She understood completely. Showing up with condoms in your pocket on a first date didn’t demonstrate much respect for the woman you’d invited out.
Consequently he’d suffered while giving her two amazing orgasms. She’d do well to remember that instead of wishing he’d been a little less of a gentleman. Now he deserved his reward for all that self-sacrifice. Closing her lips over his considerable girth, she took in as much of him as she could manage.
He gasped and began to shake. When she moved her head up and down, he swore. So they had that swearing thing in common. She used her tongue and her teeth and concluded from his labored breathing and the cussing that he was enjoying himself.
“Hope.” He sounded desperate. “I can’t wait. I’m going to...come. You don’t have to...stay with me.”
Yes, she did. Sucking hard, she put him over the top. As he cried out, she swallowed all he had to give. If he’d committed to being her fantasy man, she’d be his fantasy woman. For one week.
* * *
S HE MADE THE RIDE back in a sensual daze. The shadows that had spooked her on the way out had lost their power to stimulate her imagination. She had no time to contemplate a bear attack when her mind was filled with visions of rolling around in bed with a naked and aroused Liam Magee.
They’d agreed that frantic attempts to have sex in the next forty-eight hours made no sense, though. If a golden opportunity presented itself, they’d take advantage, but otherwise they’d wait until after the wedding. Liam was fixated on making sure they had a bed next time. Now that she’d seen and touched his top-grade package, she didn’t much care whether a bed was available or not.
By the time they returned to the ranch, the ranch house was dark. They rode over to the barn and dismounted under the glow of the light over the barn doors.
“You should go in.” Liam kept his voice low. “I’ll take care of the horses.”
“That’s not fair,” she murmured. “I’ll help. Just tell me what to do.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment before nodding. “Okay. While I take off the saddles, you can bring the grooming tote out. It’s a black plastic gizmo that holds the brushes and curry combs. It’s on a shelf in the tack room. Can’t miss it.”
She found the tote, no problem. She also found an envelope tucked into it with Liam’s name printed in block letters on the outside. Leaving the envelope exactly where it had been placed, she carried the tote outside just as he was taking the first saddle in. “There’s an envelope in here with your name on it.”
“There is? That’s strange.” He hauled the second saddle in before examining the note. “If someone wanted to leave me a note, you’d think they’d
“Is...is something wrong?”
“On the contrary. Something is very right. You have a magnificent tallywhacker.”
His voice sounded strained. “I thought maybe there was a problem.”
“No.” She glanced at his face. Even in the dim light, she could see the tendons in his neck were standing out. He was also gripping fistfuls of the blanket. “Do you have a problem?”
“Only that I think I’m going to come any second.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“That would be great.”
Grasping the base of his penis, she squeezed hard.
“Ahh.”
“Better?” She leaned over him, her tongue poised to lick the single drop of moisture gathered at the tip.
His massive chest heaved. “Yeah. For a second there I thought I’d—” He gulped when her tongue made contact. “Hope, if you keep that up, it’ll be all over.”
“Not if I give you another squeeze.” Circling the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger, she tightened her grip while continuing to lavish attention on his very fine penis. The longer she stroked and licked, the more she ached to feel him thrusting deep inside her.
But he was a gentleman and hadn’t brought condoms. She understood completely. Showing up with condoms in your pocket on a first date didn’t demonstrate much respect for the woman you’d invited out.
Consequently he’d suffered while giving her two amazing orgasms. She’d do well to remember that instead of wishing he’d been a little less of a gentleman. Now he deserved his reward for all that self-sacrifice. Closing her lips over his considerable girth, she took in as much of him as she could manage.
He gasped and began to shake. When she moved her head up and down, he swore. So they had that swearing thing in common. She used her tongue and her teeth and concluded from his labored breathing and the cussing that he was enjoying himself.
“Hope.” He sounded desperate. “I can’t wait. I’m going to...come. You don’t have to...stay with me.”
Yes, she did. Sucking hard, she put him over the top. As he cried out, she swallowed all he had to give. If he’d committed to being her fantasy man, she’d be his fantasy woman. For one week.
* * *
S HE MADE THE RIDE back in a sensual daze. The shadows that had spooked her on the way out had lost their power to stimulate her imagination. She had no time to contemplate a bear attack when her mind was filled with visions of rolling around in bed with a naked and aroused Liam Magee.
They’d agreed that frantic attempts to have sex in the next forty-eight hours made no sense, though. If a golden opportunity presented itself, they’d take advantage, but otherwise they’d wait until after the wedding. Liam was fixated on making sure they had a bed next time. Now that she’d seen and touched his top-grade package, she didn’t much care whether a bed was available or not.
By the time they returned to the ranch, the ranch house was dark. They rode over to the barn and dismounted under the glow of the light over the barn doors.
“You should go in.” Liam kept his voice low. “I’ll take care of the horses.”
“That’s not fair,” she murmured. “I’ll help. Just tell me what to do.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment before nodding. “Okay. While I take off the saddles, you can bring the grooming tote out. It’s a black plastic gizmo that holds the brushes and curry combs. It’s on a shelf in the tack room. Can’t miss it.”
She found the tote, no problem. She also found an envelope tucked into it with Liam’s name printed in block letters on the outside. Leaving the envelope exactly where it had been placed, she carried the tote outside just as he was taking the first saddle in. “There’s an envelope in here with your name on it.”
“There is? That’s strange.” He hauled the second saddle in before examining the note. “If someone wanted to leave me a note, you’d think they’d