Tempting the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 8)

“Ivy, what are you…?”

She scoots closer, rubbing her hand over my thigh and groin. “Something I've always wanted to try.”

My eyes widen. “Right now?”

“Well, it's not called road head for nothing,” she sasses.

“That sounds dangerous,” I admit, gripping the steering wheel with one hand.

“Then you better pay extra attention, Cowboy.”

Instinctively, I part my legs to give her better access. As soon as she frees my dick, it springs alive.

“Jesus Christ, this is a bad idea,” I mutter, desperately trying to keep my eyes open as she strokes my length.

When Ivy tightens her grip around my shaft, I inhale sharply. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Then she leans over, repositioning herself, and deep throats my cock.

“Holy shit, Ivy.” My head leans against the headrest, and I fight the urge to pull over. Carefully, I slide my hand up her back and neck, and fist her silky hair. “God, you're so good at that.”

She releases me with a pop, then spits on the tip, circling the pad of her thumb over my piercings. Ivy knows that's a fucking sensitive spot.

As I fight like hell to concentrate on the road, Ivy continues to suck and lick like a pro. She strokes and plays with my balls, but then I nearly lose it when she increases her pace and starts choking.

“Fuck, I'm so close,” I warn. We're only a couple of minutes from the ranch.

She squeezes my thigh with one hand while she gags on every inch of me.

My balls tighten, and moments later, I release inside her wet, warm mouth. Ivy's long, hungry moans encourage every drop to spill out of me.

I release my hold on her and wipe my forehead. “Shit, you got me sweatin' over here.”

She sits upright and gives me a mischievous grin. Proudly, she opens her mouth and shows off her handiwork.

“Don't swallow,” I order, trying to put my dick back inside my pants so I can pull over. “Get over here.”

I pull her into my lap and slam my mouth against hers, tasting all the pleasure she gave me.

“That was the fucking best road head ever,” I tell her between kisses. “Glad I experienced that first with you.”

She pulls back with a curved brow. “Really? I got a first of yours?”

“Just you, baby.” I press my lips to hers again. “We’ll continue this in just a minute. We're almost there.”

I veer onto the road, and once we're at the ranch, I turn onto a dirt trail. It’s a bouncy ride as I put it in four-wheel drive and climb over some hills and weave through the trees.

“Where in the heck are you takin' me?” She looks around, but with the sun setting, the visibility is low. “It's givin' me serial killer in the woods, Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes.”

I chuckle. “This is what’s known as the Bishop spot. There's a massive firepit, and the history of it started with my father and uncles. They all brought their ladies here.”

“Ohh, I see, so it's a gettin' lucky spot.”

I burst out laughing as I park six feet from the firepit with the tailgate facing it. “Sorta, but it’s more special than that. They ended up marrying the women they brought here.”

“Are you messin' with me? Is that actually true?”

“I swear! You can ask Rowan and Diesel. When they were sneakin' around, this was one of the places he took her.”

“Oh, so it's a sneakin' around spot.”

I shrug with a grin. “It's private...and romantic. Now wait in here while I set up.”

“Set up?” she asks as I jump out of the truck.

I respond with a wink, then walk to the back of my truck and fold up the truck cover, revealing the twin air mattress, pillows, and blankets. I wanted our first date to be as romantic for her as possible, so I got the same fairy lights she has in her bedroom and decorated the inside.

I grab the basket of food from the back seat and swipe one of the roses from her bouquet.

“Almost done,” I quickly tell her before closing the door. She smiles wide.

Thankfully, Grandma stocked it with plates, silverware, napkins, and cups. I set out the dishes, then grab the bottle of sparkling cider.

Quickly, I pluck some rose petals, then sprinkle them around the bed. Once I’m satisfied with how it all turned out, I start the fire.

“Ready?” I open her door, then hold out my hand and help her out.

She looks around, but I quickly cover her eyes. “Hold on, no peeking.”

Ivy giggles as I lead her to the back of the truck.

“Can I look now?”

“Yep.” I remove my hands and press my body to hers as I wait for her reaction.

“Oh my gosh, Kane...” She turns and looks at me in awe. “I can't believe you did this.”

“Do you like it?”

She spins and wraps her arms around my waist, gazing up at me. “I love it.”