How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

No way, she wanted to taste him, to drink him down. She took him as deeply as she could and swallowed, hoping that worked.

“Fuck! Flick, pull back!”

She shook her head. His gaze narrowed then he grinned. “All right, baby. You want me to come in your mouth, I will. But you don’t have to swallow.”

He could try to stop her, but she was in charge now.

She moved faster. Her shoulder started to ache a little, but she ignored it. What was he going to do?

Finally, he let out a low groan. “Coming, baby girl.”

She swallowed as he came in her mouth. The taste was odd but not unpleasant.

“Shit. Yes.” He finished and drew back out of her mouth, glancing down at her with a lazy smile. “Think we’ll both be sleeping well now. Lay back.”

He helped her lay on her back before leaning over her and kissing her lightly. “Thank you, baby girl.”

She smiled, feeling a little shy.

He sat, facing her. He pressed a finger against her clit. “Does my baby need to come again?”

“West, no, I can’t.” It was too much.

“You can. I want to make sure you’re tired enough to have a nice, deep sleep.” His finger moved slowly, gently. He placed it slightly beneath her sensitive clit.

“You’re gonna come for me again.”

“West!” She reached down for his hand.

r /> “Uh-uh. Lie still. Eyes on me. That’s it. My baby needs to come for me. Come now. Come!”

The command sent her up and over. It wasn’t as intense as that first orgasm, but it was no less satisfying.

He raised his fingers to his mouth, and she watched him, transfixed as he sucked the taste of her from his skin. Then he stood and pulled up the blankets.

He moved back around to the other side of the bed, climbing in. “Roll onto your good side, baby girl.”

She moved over, not able to stifle a grimace of pain.

He stiffened. “You’re hurting?”

“I’m fine.”

“Fuck. Shit. I’m a complete prick.” He climbed out of bed again.

“Wait. Where are you going?” she called out as he moved into the bathroom.

“Painkillers,” he called back.

Okay. At least he wasn’t leaving. He returned with the painkillers in his hand and grabbed the bottle of water that was on her bedside table. He gently helped her sit up, keeping watch as she took the pills.

She yawned. He helped her lay down again, then he kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep.”

She rolled onto her side once more and he spooned her.

“And just so you know, soon as you’re feeling better, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were in pain.”

“Promises, promises.”