Free Ride a Cowboy by Desiree Holt

her thigh. “And to be honest, Molly, I don’t know what this is yet, either, but I damn sure want to find out.”
    “Can I ask you a question?”
    His hand tightened slightly as he tensed, then relaxed again. “Sure. Go ahead.”
    “Night before last, at Rusty’s. Were you just looking to take me home for a tumble in the hay?”
    He was silent for so long she wondered if she’d made a mistake asking him that.
    “It was never about that, Molly,” he said at last. “I hadn’t planned to say any of this until we got more…comfortable with each other, but I can’t ever remember a time I didn’t want you. Only, when I was nineteen and you were fifteen it wasn’t even near the realm of possibility.”
    “But you got married,” she protested. “What about that?”
    “Yeah, what about that.” He was silent again, obviously chewing it over in his mind. “There’s a lot about my marriage I need to tell you, and I will. Maybe even later tonight. The best excuse I can give is she wasn’t you.”
    “And the worst?”
    “That’s for later.”
    The minute they reached his house, Chance headed for the shower and Molly set the pan on the counter, turning on the oven to preheat. For a few minutes she wandered around the house, listening to the faint sound of the shower running. When the buzzer sounded to tell her the oven was ready, she slid the enchiladas into it and headed toward Chance’s bedroom. Through the partly open bathroom door she could see him standing naked, towel drying his hair. His cock was semi-erect, but even in that state it was more than impressive.
    With her hands trembling only slightly, Molly took off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a straight-back wooden chair. Then she softly padded over to the bathroom and pushed open the door.
    “Need me to finish drying you off?” she teased.
    Chance lowered the towel and looked at her with eyes burning with need. He dropped the towel, pulled her against him and took her mouth in a hungry, needy kiss. His tongue traced the inside of her lips, the line of her gums, the roof of her mouth, then thrust deep inside, sweeping against her own small tongue like a marauding predator.
    Molly clutched at him, pressing her body against his, rubbing her sensitive breasts against the crisp hair on his chest. His cock swelled and flexed against her softness. She loved the feel of the hard muscles in his arms and back almost as much as she loved the feel of his cock inside her.
    Breathless, she broke the kiss, pulled away and turned around.
    “I wore it all day.” She spread the cheeks of her ass to show him the plug. “I only took it out this afternoon for my bath, but I put it back in right away.”
    “Jesus, Molly.” He ran his hand over the curve of her buttocks, fingertips touching the flange of the plug. “Just looking at that thing in you gets me so hard I could hammer nails.” He turned her so she was facing him and brushed his mouth against hers.
    His soft kisses were just as erotic as the hungry ones, calling to all of her senses. How was it that this one man touched her and she opened to him like a flowers?
    “I have another present for you,” he whispered against her lips.
    “For me?”
    “Uh huh.” His breath whispered into her mouth. “I think I want to give it to you now. That okay?”
    “I like presents,” she told him. “Is it like this one?” She reached a hand back to touch her ass.
    “Sort of. Come on.” He led her by the hand into the bedroom, pulled back the covers on the bed and arranged her with great care. “Spread your legs for me, sugar. Open those beautiful thighs as wide as you can and bend your knees.”
    She fastened her gaze on him, watching as he took a small box from the nightstand drawer.
    “That’s some busy piece of furniture you’ve got there,” she teased, trying to hide both her nervousness and anticipation.
    His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. “Lots of toys for you, Molly.