Free The Cowbear's Christmas Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 4) by Liv Brywood Page B

hips against the seat, firmly planting himself as deep as humanly possible. She shuddered as he withdrew completely.
    “Again?” he taunted.
    “Please, God, yes.”
    “Shh, honey.”
    He pressed into her, this time rhythmically thrusting with measured strokes designed to drive her to the brink of rapturous bliss.
    “Do you like having my cock in you?” he asked.
    She never expected him to be so naughty in bed. Well, they weren’t in bed, but still, he certainly didn’t hold anything back.
    “Hmm?” he asked. When she didn’t immediately answer, he stilled.
    “Keep going,” she pleaded.
    His hands closed over her breasts and he hauled her back against him. Rough, rugged thrusts sent her cascading over the edge. She screamed as rippling waves of pleasure shimmied through her pussy. Her mouth went dry as he stroked the pad of his thumb across her clit, making her vision go as black as the night sky.
    A garbled cry escaped her lips. She lost track of everything but the feel of him inside her, filling her, stretching her with the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Sweat formed tiny beads on her forehead. She bounced against the headrest, totally lost in his frenzied passion.
    She came again, this time with a long, almost feral moan. The quiver of her pussy against his cock was too much. Her heart threatened to explode from her chest. She could hardly take a breath. It was too good. Too fast. Too hard.
    And then he grunted and forced himself even deeper. A roar burst from his lips to fill the cab as he pumped into her. In the same moment that warmth flooded her pussy, he shuddered and collapsed against her. Still thrusting. Still claiming her with his body.
    When he finally stilled, his ragged breath blasted against her back. His knees shook as he climbed out from behind her and collapsed on the seat.
    “Come lie here with me,” he whispered.
    “The seat’s too small.”
    “Lie on top of me.”
    “I’m too big.”
    “Woman!” He reached forward and pulled her down to cover him. “There, that’s better.”
    She stroked the thick hair on his chest. She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she simply enjoyed the way he held her.
    “I could fall asleep right here,” he said.
    “You’re such a guy.”
    “Yep. But I guess I need to get you back to your bed.”
    She smiled at the note of regret in his voice. Although she didn’t want to get up, she slid back into the reclined seat and started pulling on her clothes. It was a shame he also had to cover up all that hotness, but it was ten degrees outside.
    They spent the trip back to the ranch in comfortable silence, but as they pulled up to the B & B, Madison came running out. Mack was instantly at her side, helping her waddle through the snow.
    “Where have you been?” Madison demanded.
    “We were out looking at the stars,” Hank replied.
    “Your mom called,” Mack said.
    “She did?” Carol asked.
    “Yes. She was screaming something about being evicted if she didn’t pay her mortgage tomorrow,” Madison said. “I didn’t know your mom lived here.”
    “It’s a long story,” Hank said.
    “How’d she find me here? I didn’t give her the number,” Carol said.
    “She probably called all the hotels until she found you,” Hank said.
    “What should we do?” Carol asked.
    “It’s after midnight so there’s not much you can do right now. But maybe you should head over there first thing in the morning,” Mack suggested.
    “We’ll leave as soon as the sun’s up,” Hank said.
    They turned and walked into the B & B.
    “We’re going to head upstairs and go to sleep. We just wanted to make sure you got the message,” Mack said.
    “Thank you,” Carol replied.
    She followed Mack and Madison to the second floor. After the couple disappeared into their room, Hank followed Carol to hers.
    “Do you want me to stay here tonight?” he asked softly.
    “I should have been here. If I’d been here and not off gallivanting around, I wouldn’t