Free Texas Twist (Texas Montgomery Mavericks) by Cynthia D’Alba Page B

weighed nothing.
    “Put your legs around me,” he ordered.
    She did, her now-wet thong pressed directly against his bulging zipper. He walked toward her tiny bedroom, which with his long legs took only three strides.
    He laid her on the bed, his massive frame looming over her. Her clothing melted away under his talented fingers. The first time she felt his hot flesh on hers, all the stars in her world aligned. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.
    His reputation with women was nothing like the real man. It didn’t begin to describe the sensations and outright heights he drove her to as he covered her body with his lips, his tongue, his hands. Stroking. Caressing. Kissing. Licking. He never stopped. She could hardly draw a breath.
    He drove her to the brink but not beyond. She clutched the sheets, begged him for something, even though she had no idea what she was begging him to do. His first thrust into her had made her gasp. The pain from the foreign intrusion inside her stunned her momentarily. By the fourth, her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure. When she finally flew over the rim, her body responded with quakes and ripples.
    “I love you,” she said. “I’ve loved you forever.”
    He didn’t move. Not a thrust. Not a breath. She felt his heart throbbing rapidly against her chest.
    He thrust one more time and then pulled out. He kissed her forehead and went into her tiny bathroom.
    That might have been her first time, but her dad had been a veterinarian. She’d been raised around animals. Knew all about reproduction. She knew about the male penis be it on a horse, cow or man. She knew about ejaculate and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, Cash Montgomery had not come.
    Emotionally crushed, she pulled the sheet up to her chin, He was disappointed. She wasn’t good enough or sexy enough for him. He’d had a lot of women and it was obvious she’d not met his expectations. She wanted to die.
    When the bathroom door reopened, he wore a scowl and quickly redressed. Once his jeans were fastened, he pulled the belt out of the loops and placed it on top of her bed.
    “I promised you this.”
    “No, Cash. You should keep it.”
    He shook his head. “No. A promise is a promise.”
    He left and she dissolved into tears.
    The next time she saw him, he had his left arm around a blonde and his right around a brunette. Both women were well-known and well-used buckle bunnies, women who followed the rodeo for a chance to sleep with a real-live cowboy. He nodded to her and then tightened his hold on his escorts.
    For the next month, she saw him with a different woman, or set of women, every time their paths crossed. She cried herself to sleep every night, not having a clue what had gone wrong. Had she been so bad in bed he couldn’t wait to leave?
    Her parents kept asking what was wrong. “Nothing,” she said most of the time. Sometimes she threw in, “Just bored,” to keep them off the scent of her misery.
    During a late-night discussion and cry session with Leo, she told him everything, except the name of the cowboy. As she told him, it didn’t matter what his name was. She was done with him and with cowboys. It was Leo who convinced her to go to college.
    That fall she enrolled in Pepperdine University, figuring she’d see more sand and surfers than cowboys. And she did. But she missed the dirt, the smell of horse and cattle, her tiny trailer. She missed her old life and her parents, but even after she earned a bachelor degree in psychology from Pepperdine, she still didn’t feel prepared for life, and realistically, for a job. So it was on to California State University in Long Beach for a bachelor degree in nursing, intending to continue her education at the graduate level.
    Her parents came for her CSU graduation, driving all the way from Wyoming. They toured all over California, up and down the Pacific Coast Highway more times than she could count. With their support, she was ready to take on the