Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels 2)

“I’m so close. God, it feels so good.”

Fucking hell. This woman was everything. Sexy as shit, beautiful, funny, and did I mention sexy as shit? Watching her get herself off was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

“Are you close, Wade?”

My eyes were trained on that pussy. I wanted her. Fuck, I wanted her. Jumping up, I quickly made my way to her. Dropping to the floor, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, burying my face between her legs.

Amelia cried out as she dug her hands into my hair, pulling me close while she rocked her hips against my face.

“Wade! Oh, God. I’m coming! Oh, my gawd… Jesus…feels…so…good!”

Dropping my hand, I wrapped it around my dick and pumped hard and fast. Amelia’s entire body shook as her orgasm rolled through her. I sucked her clit hard when my own orgasm came on strong, causing her to scream out again. The sound of her calling my name and the feel of her coming on my tongue had me coming in my hand.

When she begged me to stop, I drew back and looked into her eyes.

Her breathing was labored, but her eyes were on fire, and her smile was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

“Please, tell me you came, Wade.”

With a chuckle, I kissed the side of her thigh. “Darlin’, I came so damn hard I thought I was going to pass out.”

With a giggle, she sat up. She placed her hands on the sides of my face. “That was the hottest moment of my life.”

Relief swept over me. Hopefully all the fucking phone sex that asshole had her doing was now erased from her memory.

“It was for me, too, Amelia.”

She kissed me on the lips and said, “Let’s clean up!”

Watching her lead the way to the bathroom, I knew it was time to take things all the way. There was no way I could hold out much longer. I needed to feel Amelia Parker. Needed to make her mine.

I raced through the door and slid to a stop. Melanie and John looked up at me.

“Well, good morning there, Wade. You in a hurry or something?” John asked.

“Yes! I’ve been trying to call Amelia, and she’s not answering her phone. Is she still asleep?”

“No, she’s down at the cabin. She went there last night to write since you and the boys went to check out the new bar in Bandera.”

Damn it, I had forgotten she’d told me she would be there. “Okay! Thanks!”

I turned to leave as John called out, “Where’s the fire, son?”

“April’s in labor!” I cried as I rushed out the door.

Running to my truck, I quickly sent a text to Steed.

Me: April’s in labor. I know Chloe will want to see it.

His response was almost immediate.

Steed: We got the text. Thanks for telling Chloe about the text alert system, by the way.

Laughing, I jumped into the truck and fired off another text.

Me: Sure!

I tossed my phone on the seat. It went off, and I glanced down to see Steed’s reply.

Steed: Asshole. I know you’re laughing right now.

I took off and drove down the old dirt road like a bat out of hell. I was familiar with the cabin. Amelia and I had been there a number of times. The last time I had pulled out all the stops and cooked her dinner. Fresh flowers covered every surface, and I made one of her favorite meals. Fish tacos. We spent the night in the cabin wrapped in each other’s arms. The only way I could keep myself from making love to her was to be sure I didn’t have any condoms. I knew neither one of us would break that rule.

When I finally pulled up, I raced down the path and into the cabin. Throwing the door open, I called out, “Amelia!”

She jumped and threw her cup of coffee straight into the air.

“Oh, my gawd and all the stars in heaven! What in the hell is wrong with you, Wade Adams? I just peed my pants!”

I looked down at her cute little pajamas. They were blue and white stripes. “You did?”

She reached down and picked up the mug that had somehow managed not to break. “Yes! Oh, my gosh. You scared the piss out of me, literally!”

“She’s in labor!” I cried out.

Amelia dropped the mug again. “April?”

“Yes! You have no cell signal out here. I’ve been trying to call you! We have to go! Now! There are hooves!”

“What? OH, MY GOD, let me change my pants.”

“There is no time!”

Turning to face me, she pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off. “I tinkled in my pants, Wade! There is time!” She slipped on yoga pants then ran to the table and grabbed her phone.

“Go! Go! Go!” she said as we rushed out of the cabin to my truck.