Free Star Spangled Cowboy by Paige Warren Page A

gets better and better.”
    Dacey smiled. “That’s not the best part.”
    His eyebrows rose.
    “I went to the doctor this morning. It seems I healed at an accelerated rate.”
    Tyson stared at her.
    “It means … we don’t have to wait another two weeks. We can celebrate our engagement tonight when we get home.”
    A smile split his face so big she thought it might crack. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one excited about the upcoming night together. It had been five weeks since she left his house and nearly lost her life, and four weeks since she’d moved in. To her way of thinking, it was past time for them to do something other than sleep in that nice, big bed.
    Their food arrived and they both nearly inhaled their dinners, anxious to pay the check and get back home. Their waitress had to think they had the worst manners, especially when Ty drained his glass of wine all at one time like he was doing shots. Dacey was giddy as they went out to the truck, and she slid to the middle of the bench seat to press against his side on the way home.
    The scenery flew by, and she had to wonder just how fast he was going, but she didn’t dare ask. Mostly, because she was afraid of what his answer might be.  If he was going over one hundred, she really didn’t want to know. The ranch came into view and butterflies erupted in her stomach. It was going to be the first time they’d made love, the first time he hadn’t had to pay for her services. Yes, she’d given him blowjobs off and on over the last month, but it wasn’t the same as their bodies joining.
    They barely made it in the house before they were stripping off each other’s clothes. “Couch,” he said with a growl, herding her toward it.
    “I need you, Ty.”
    “Sugar, this is going to be quick and dirty because I don’t think I’ll last once I’m inside of you. I promise to make it better next time.”
    She crawled onto the couch and grabbed the back cushions, arching her back to push her ass out. “Now, Ty. I don’t need words. I just need you.”
    He gripped her hips and plunged balls deep inside of her.
    “Dammit, Dacey. I didn’t put on a condom.”
    “I don’t want you to wear one. My birth control is good for another three months, and the doctor at the hospital said I’m clean.”
    That seemed to be all he needed to hear. Tyson took her like a man possessed, their bodies slapping together. The force of his thrusts nearly lifted her off the couch, and every nerve ending in her body sang. She’d wanted him so bad, so much that it hurt. His powerful body pushed her closer to a climax, and she dug her hands into the cushions, straining for release.
    Ty gave a shout and came inside of her. A hint of disappointment hit her, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Tyson reached around and strummed her clit until she was pressing back against him and calling out his name. Pleasure rippled along her skin, and the force of her release nearly took her breath away.
    They lay panting afterward, both too sated to move.
    “I always knew you’d feel perfect wrapped around my cock with nothing between us.” He kissed her shoulder.
    “No barriers between us, ever. We’re in this together, Ty, whatever may come.”
    He gave her a crooked smile. “Even if that whatever includes the pitter-patter of little feet.”
    “Even then.”
    Especially then. A family was something Dacey had always wanted and always knew she’d never have. But Ty was giving her a chance at normal, and she was going to grab it with both hands. It was going to be one hell of a ride.

Epilogue
     
    One year later
     
    Ty stood at the front of the church, tugging on the sleeves of his tux as he anxiously awaited the arrival of his bride. His father had flown in for the occasion and had offered to walk Dacey down the aisle since she wouldn’t have either of her parents in attendance. The mayor had made an appearance, with his wife in tow. They were seated on Dacey’s side of the