Sweet-Loving Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 2)

peed and pressure until her hips were off the bed, her breath trapped in her throat.

There she stayed suspended, until a piercing scream filled the air, and she thrashed stunningly around him.

When she eventually went quiet, breathless moaning the after effects of her release, he withdrew his soaked fingers. She opened her eyes, revealing a look far more beautiful than he thought any woman should possess for the power it had over him. With his rock-hard cock throbbing in his jeans to sink inside her, he moved to his bedside table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He liked the way she watched him when he unbuckled his pants, and how she licked her lips when he dropped his pants and his cock sprang free. Soon, he’d claim that pouty mouth of hers, but he could not wait any longer. His balls were tight, every muscle quivering with intensity, as he sheathed himself in the condom.

Back between her thighs, he yanked the knot on the headboard, freeing the ribbon then turning her over before he slid in behind her. She titled her head back, and his mouth found hers while he gathered her perfectly against him, her back to his chest. He lifted her leg and his eyes fluttered shut when he entered her slowly, enjoying every inch being squeezed by her sex. She gasped, and that sweet sound was enough for him to slide all the way to the hilt. Her head fell against his stretched-out arm as his thrusts increased, and he held her thigh, holding her nice and open for him while he nipped at her shoulder. The next moan she gave him had him dropping her thigh to rub her clit, feeling her pussy tighten perfectly around his shaft.

Pleasure began to blind him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tighter to him, and thrust his hips harder, liking how she got louder with each thrust. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, but suddenly he seemed too far away. He needed to stare into those unforgettable eyes. Sliding over her, he mounted her. Keeping his chest close to hers, and most of his weight on his arms, he sealed his mouth across hers. She cried out, not kissing him back, so lost was she in her pleasure.

He groaned and fell into the pleasure alongside her. Every thrust of his hips naturally grew harder and faster until skin slapped against skin and the scent of their sex filled the air. She began tossing her head from side to side, her eyes shut tight, her mouth forming a perfect O. He slid a hand under bottom, lifting her up, and began thrusting, hard and determined to get them both where they needed to go.

She was nearly there, and so was he. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her chin pointed up, and her rising pleasure brought his with little warning. Heat raced up his spine, gritting his teeth. He thrust into a rhythm that controlled her pleasure and unleashed his. There was no way to refuse the orgasm he was offering her because he knew his hard, thick cock took her to a place she only had one choice to go.

Over the edge.

And he’d follow her.

With hard, long thrusts, grinding against her, she shuddered once before she went wild beneath him. He froze to the pleasure for a split second, then he controlled nothing and bucked and jerked, draining months’ worth of lust into her.

Many, many minutes later, she wiggled beneath him and breathlessly said, “So, this agreement of ours means I get eight nights of this?”

He slid off her and chuckled. “Yes. I take it you’re still agreeable?”

She gave a dozy laugh. “Holy shit.”

He took that as a yes.

Chapter 4

The following morning, Harper awoke to a bright sunny sky. With her arms hugging the pillow, she stared out the bedroom window at the vast Colorado beauty she had always loved. She smiled, not quite sure if that smile was due to the plentiful sex she and Chase had during the night. Or because she would move to Las Vegas without every wondering if things with Chase could have been different. They were taking this moment. For them. There was a lot to be said for that.

No regrets.

Besides, Chase was treating her to some mind-blowing sex. Compared to Chase, her ex Matt was boring. Their sex had always seemed more for him than her. Up until last night, the biggest orgasms she had ever had were a gift from her vibrator.

Chase changed that.

Her smile only grew as a hawk expanded his wings and soared along the breeze. There were no complications. No unfulfilled dreams of Las Vegas. No friendships being torn apart. Just her and Chase, and this magical thing between them that she had noticed the day she returned from Denver, and that had only heated up until three months ago when everything turned explosive.

When the hawk vanished into the trees, a squeak against the floorboards came behind her. She rolled over, finding Chase standing next to the bed, a coffee mug in one hand, the bright-eyed puppy resting in the other. Both those things interested her greatly, though her attention shifted to the fact that Chase’s hair was messy and he wore only jeans that were left unbuttoned, showing a tiny bit of his pubic hair.

This man was a dream.

She swallowed the extra saliva in her mouth, appreciating his muscular physique. Boys would have to spend hours in the gym to achieve such perfection. Chase wasn’t too muscular or too lean. He was chiseled like an ancient Greek sculpture. She had spent so much time fantasizing over him, and there he was, right there for her to touch, to taste, to enjoy.

Her sex tingled, becoming wet for more just that easily. She cleared her throat, trying to rein in her hormones, gazing over his bulging bicep, finally landing on two of the sweetest light green eyes. Instantly, she remembered herself and sat up, bringing the duvet with her, covering her bare breasts. “He’s okay?”

Chase’s attention lingered on her bare shoulder a little longer than necessary, then rose to her face again, making her acutely aware of him too. He offered her the coffee mug. “He woke me up with a cry this morning then watered the grass like nobody’s business.”

She accepted the mug and took a sip of the hot brew, inhaling the nutty aroma, noting that Chase apparently knew she liked her coffee with a little milk. “Leah did say she gave him fluids last night,” she offered.

“More than you could even imagine.” Chase smirked before he glanced at the clock and sighed. “We slept in.”

She followed his gaze, discovering they needed to take Houdini to Leah in a half an hour. “Hmmm . . . interesting . . . I wonder why we were so tired.” She smirked back.

His smile heated a little bit more before he placed Houdini onto the mattress, leaned in, and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “It means that I did everything right last night. I like you exhausted from a good night of fucking.”

When he leaned away, she agreed. “I like me that way too.”