Free The Cattleman (Sons of Texas Book 2) by Anna Jeffrey

extremely good sex.
    “You okay, baby?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    She moved and his still half-hard cock slipped out of her. He scooted back and stepped off the bed, pulling her to her feet and against him. They were both drenched with sweat. “God, Mandy. If it got any better, it’d kill me.”
    She slid her arms around his middle, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her breath heavy against his skin. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, still sniffling.
    “I know. I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
    “Hold me close”
    He cupped her head and held it to his chest, wrapped his other arm around her and held her body the length of his, his dick wet and slick against her belly.
    “ That was jungle sex,” she said.
    “You must have come about a dozen times,” he said, but in truth, he had lost count. You’re so hot and easy, baby. It drives me wild.”
    “I almost wish you wouldn’t say that,” she said in a small voice against his chest. “It makes me sound like I’m bad…. I can’t help it….We haven’t been together in so long….”
    He grinned and kissed her temple, then tilted up her chin and looked into her gentle brown eyes. “You’re every man’s wet dream, Mandy. You know I like that I can get you off more than once. I love the way your tight little box squeezes me when you come, those sounds you make, like you can’t get enough of me. Sometimes, after I go to bed at home, I start thinking about how hot you are and my fist has to get me through the night.”
    “But I’m not hot. I’ve never been that way with anyone but you. I still don’t understand it.”
    “It’s not a bad thing for you to like it, too. It wouldn’t be good for me if you didn’t. I’m a damn lucky man. Every guy I know would envy me if he knew how easy you are.” He kissed her, stroking her tongue with his.
    She licked her own taste from his lips, drew his tongue into her mouth and they kissed long and languorously. When they came up for air, she looked up at him. “You’re wild today. How come?”
    “It’s been so damn long.” He kissed her again.
    “I know. I was almost pacing the floor, waiting for you to get here.”
    They kissed more until she pushed away. His cum showed wet and shiny on her stomach and the inside of her thighs. “We’re a big mess.” She slid her hand down his arm, picked up his hand and kissed the back of it. He let her lead him to her small bathroom. He lowered the toilet lid and seated himself beside her vanity.
    She soaked a clean washcloth with warm water and handed it and a bar of soap to him. “You know something? There’s one thing wrong with that kind of sex. I couldn’t see your face or feel your heartbeat. I couldn’t tell if it was as good for you as it was for me.”
    If only she knew. Amanda Breckenridge was the most enthusiastic sex partner and the best lay he’d ever had. On a chuckle, he stood and washed himself. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”
    She wet another washcloth and began to wash, too. “But I do worry. I’m afraid when we both get so carried away we can’t fully appreciate each other.”
    “Is that so? You’re feeling unappreciated? You want to start over and do it all again, from a position where you can watch?”
    She laughed. “I don’t think I’m able.” She angled a smile at him. “Not for a while anyway.”
    Seeing her wash his semen from between her legs brought birth control full frontal. Abstaining between the twelfth and sixteenth days of her cycle had prevented babies for two and a half years. He tried to keep up with her menstrual cycle, but she was more diligent with the record-keeping than he was. “What is it, about the tenth day?”
    “It’s closer than that.”
    An adrenaline surge shot through his gut. The last thing he wanted was to find himself confronted with what had happened with his big brother.
    What he and Mandy were doing was insane for a man who was unprepared for fatherhood. But the