How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

He looked around and then he grinned down at her. “Not exactly what you were expecting, huh?”

“Um, no, you could say that. I was kind of imagining some romantic log cabin in the woods. Not this. Not rotten boards on the porch and dead birds in the fireplace and a lumpy, stained mattress and,” she looked around again, “where on earth is the bathroom?”

His grin widened. And she took a step back, holding her hand out towards him as though trying to fend off the answer.

“No. Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Sorry, baby. You’re gonna have to know. There’s an outhouse out the back. You want to bathe you can use a bucket and a washcloth, or there’s an old bathtub outside that we use. It’s big enough for both of us.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You mean we have to bathe outside?”

“You never gone camping before, baby?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

He drew up against him. “Don’t worry, sunshine. I’m gonna take care of you. It’s gonna be all right.”

She had her doubts, but then he distracted her from her camping woes as he pulled off her sweatpants.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Getting you ready to go to bed.”

“I can undress myself.”

“Easier if I help you. Like I should have been doing all along.” He gently undressed her until she stood there just in her panties. Her nipples were hard, the lips of her pussy slick.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

Then he reached for his large T-shirt and helped her put it on. Disappointment filled her, obviously he wasn’t interested in doing anything with her right now.

“From now on, I think you should just wear my T-shirt around the cabin.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? No one else is here, and it means I’ll have access to you whenever I want.” He whisked her panties down her legs, kneeling on the floor as he took them off her feet. “Spread your legs, baby girl.”

She widened her legs, staring down at him as her breath grew quicker.

He groaned. “Fuck, I can smell you.”

Oh, hell. Oh, God.

He grabbed her around the hips. “Just need a little taste. Stay still, baby girl.”

Not like she wanted to go anywhere now. His tongue flicked out and played with her clit. He ate at her pussy as need flooded her. Small whimpers escaped her lips as he ran his tongue over her lower lips then returned his tongue to her swollen bud.

He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and it was enough to send her over the edge. Her legs turned to mush, and she would have fallen had he not been holding her. He brought her down gently, his tongue lapping at her. Then he drew back and, standing, picked her up, depositing her on the bed.

Her eyes were already at half-mast as she yawned.

“My baby is tired. Let me get you some painkillers and you can sleep.”

“What about you?” she asked after she’d taken the painkillers.

He leaned in, kissed her lips and she tasted herself on his mouth. “Later, baby. Rest up now, cause I’m taking that pussy tonight and claiming it as my own.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”