How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (25 page)

Heath
was in lust-shock. His cock was throbbing—literally pulsing. But seeing the
frantic, pleading look on Cato’s face and knowing what she wanted so
desperately was him was an aphrodisiac that shot straight to his brain. Her
eyes were closed in rapture as he guided his swollen manhood into her tight wet
pussy.

“Don’t
stop, please don’t stop,” she begged.

She
had nothing to worry about. Heath wanted to give her relief as much as he
desired it himself. “
Fuuuuccck
.” He sighed as he felt
Cato sink down on him. There was nothing in the universe that even came close
to the heaven of being inside this woman bare. Slick, warm, wet, snug—she was
pure perfection. Heath had to clench his fist to keep from beating the thin
wooden wall which separated them from the man steering their ride.

Cato
moaned her relief. Clasping Heath around the neck, she began to rise and fall
on his hard pole, impaling herself over and over again. “Feels so good,” she
whimpered.

“Baby,
baby, baby,” Heath chanted as he rubbed her back, then let his hands glide down
to
cup
the luscious globes of her ass.

“I
love fucking you,” she whispered in his ear. To give credence to her claim,
Cato began clenching her inner muscles, massaging and milking his cock as she
rode him.

Heath’s
head spun with the pleasure. God, he didn’t have to move, he could barely
breathe. Cato was in control, taking him, using him, owning him. “That’s it,
baby, take what you need.” She might not have seen his lips, but she made a
demand he gladly fulfilled.

“Suck
my tits, Heath. I need your mouth on me.” Pulling at the ends of the small
bows, she let the bodice of her dress fall and Heath bowed his head, his mouth
descending on her breasts, growling as he began to devour the succulent, tender
flesh. Licking the underside, he nuzzled the quivering feminine mound until
small hands grasped his head and guided him to suckle at the nipple.

“God,
yes, yes, yes!” Cato screamed as she began to cum.

Heath
moved his mouth up to cover hers, muffling her ecstasy even as his own orgasm slammed
through him. Holding her tight, he felt his cum shoot up inside of her as wave
after wave of pleasure hurdled through him. At that moment Heath surrendered
and he let the bonds of doubt which had bound his soul float
free.          

CHAPTER TWELVE

Heath
never knew balloon rides could be erotic, he only knew he’d never forget this
one as long as he lived. When they sailed over Enchanted Rock and the Highlands,
he pointed out landmarks, enjoying how excited she became. It might have been
the night air, the incredible view or just the irresistible woman in his arms,
but Heath couldn’t keep his hands off of her. After they’d come down from their
mutual climax, he turned Cato in his arms and pulled her back against his
front. No words were necessary. He kissed her neck, seeking only to make her
feel appreciated and warm. But soon his passion flared again and his hands
began to move over her body. Seeing the afghan Cato brought, he grabbed it and
draped it across her so he could play to his heart’s delight.

The
little bows had to go and he pulled the white flouncy skirt up above her
thighs. Her response thrilled him. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into
him, lifted her arms to caress his neck and shoulders and spread her legs in
open invitation. Holy Fuck! How had he lived without this?

Pressing
back against him, Cato wiggled, enticing him with a twist of her hips on his
lap. “Touch me, please.”       

God,
she didn’t have to beg. Heath was so revved up, he felt like he could fly
without the benefit of the balloon.

When
he ran his work-roughened fingers over her skin, up to rub her nipples and down
to pet her vulva, Cato shivered. Every fiber of her body was painfully aware of
him. It was hard to draw breath into her lungs.

Heath
pushed his rigid erection against her hips, loving the way she writhed in his
arms as he played with her body. God, what a damn treat this was. He took both
hands to her tits and each one cupped a breast, molding, thumbs caressing the
peaked nipples. “More,” she whispered. Every fantasy Heath had ever entertained
came to life. With hands flat, he massaged her breasts, circling, loving the
feel of her nipples against his palms. She arched her back, laying her head on
his shoulder, lifting her hips in supplication. Rubbing his face against her
cheek, he wordlessly urged her to turn her head. She understood and their lips
met in a hot desperate kiss.

The
beginnings of a climax sizzled through her. Cato could feel it coming, rushing
toward her. She undulated in Heath’s arms and he steadied her, his fingers
leaving her breast to slip under the cotton eyelet skirt. The tiny pair of
bikini panties was no barrier in his quest. Heath pushed his hand beneath the
elastic to find her creamy wet. Recapturing her mouth, he mounted a dual
assault, tweaking a puffy nipple and swirling his fingertips around her swollen
clit. Cato would have cried out, but Heath captured his name even as she breathed
it. He didn’t relent but pushed her to the edge, demanding that she accept all
the pleasure that was due her. Over and over again, he pulled at her
nipple—long, luscious draws—while he rubbed the sweet spot between her legs
until she shattered. Heath witnessed her rapture, he could feel the quivering
of her body. A ferocious satisfaction filled him and Heath did something he
hadn’t done since puberty.

Heath
came—long, hard, shuddering—his arms wrapped around her. She was amazed that
he’d climaxed without any stimulation except her in his lap. Cato turned in his
arms and kissed him, loving the way his orgasm made him powerful and vulnerable
at the same time. “I love…” Cato said before she caught it. “I love knowing you
came too.”

Heath
chuckled, kissing her on the cheek. “I messed up my shorts.”

Cato
looked over the side. “Isn’t that Canyon of the Eagles?”

“Yes.”
He smiled. “I can shower and change. We can get something to eat. Where is he
going to land?”

“Right
on the shore of Lake Buchanan, almost at your door. I’ve arranged for a cab to
take us home when we’re ready to go. All I have to do is place a call.”

She
had taken care of everything. Heath was touched. He hadn’t had to lift a
finger. She had planned a wonderful date, fed him and satisfied him in every
way. Now it was his turn. “You’re on my turf now, baby. The rest of the evening
is on me.”

They
held hands while the balloon descended and touched down gently. Heath tipped
Mr. Dickinson, who winked at him and smiled.

As
soon as he had service, Heath called Stella and asked if the Honeymoon suite
was available. It was. He told her to ready the room and to tell the chef to go
all out.

“This
place is gorgeous!” Cato said as she pivoted around, trying to see everything
at one time.

Heath
proudly showed his place off. “There are sixty-five private guest cabins. We
have a world-class chef, a nature preserve, a beautiful lake and all of it is
green. Come on, let me show you the lobby and my office.”

Cato
went with him and marveled at what he’d accomplished. “I can’t believe you have
this on top of the ranch. How do you keep up with it all?”

He
was honest. “I have help. Lots of it. Especially with Highlands Energy.”

“Highlands
Energy, the oil and gas company, that’s you?”

“Yea,
it is.”

A
shiver of unease crept up Cato’s spine. Celebrity friends, a cattle ranch and
his own oil company. No wonder he only wanted a fling. When Heath ever decided
to settle down, he deserved a woman who knew how to help him benefit the most
from his social position—not a chubby, deaf, swamp rat. Suddenly the day seemed
a little dimmer. “You’re so easy to be with, sometimes I forget how far out of
my league you really are.”

Heath
was about to refute her ridiculous statement when his phone vibrated. “Hold on,
I have something to say to that.”

But
he didn’t get the chance.

Heath
listened and turned white as a sheet. Hanging up, he announced. “We’ve got to
go. Jaxson’s had an accident at the ranch. He’s re-injured his leg. Bad.”

*  * 
*     

He
didn’t have Red, but there was a Highlands vehicle at the resort. Soon, they
were on their way. Cato was worried. Heath was gripping the steering wheel so
tightly that his knuckles were white. For miles, he didn’t say anything and
Cato was quiet. She didn’t want to distract him. Finally, she couldn’t stand
it. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“He
was helping load up a horse. One of the hands backed the damn trailer into him
and pinned him against a fence, the leg he broke riding the bull bore the brunt
of the blow.”

“How
bad?”

“I
don’t know. I just have a bad feeling.”

Knowing
he needed to talk, Cato asked, “Tell me about Jaxson.”

Heath
dry-scrubbed his face. “Jaxson is third oldest,
Ten’s
younger, Philip’s older. He’s always been the one I could depend on to step in
and do things that needed to be done without being asked.
Jax
is solid. He’s even tempered and loves animals.” Heath smiled. “But the man
can’t be still. I swear, if he had to sit at a desk,
Jax
would shrivel up and die. He loves the outdoors and working the land. Mama
always said he was the one she wanted to leave Belle Chasse to…” Heath’s voice
trailed off.

“Couldn’t
he rebuild the operations at least?”

“Sure,
we’ve talked about it. Daddy’s the hold-up,
Jax
doesn’t want to hurt him.”

“What
would your mother want?”

“Mom
was a hoot. She would have never wanted us to leave. No, I take that back, she
would have wanted us to run both ranches. Carolyn McCoy thought her children
could do anything. She was the most optimistic sweet person I’ve ever known.”

“A
southern belle?”

“No,
not at all.” Heath laughed. “Mom was a tomboy. Granted, once she was a Queen of
a Mardi Gras
Krewe
but she said she wore jeans under
her gown for a quick escape. My mother never met a stranger and she didn’t see
race or class differences. Her ancestors owned slaves but Belle Chasse had a
reputation of treating their people with respect. After the civil war, most of
the folks who had been at Belle Chasse opted to stay even after they were
freed. In fact, when my grandmother was still alive, many of her friends were
descendants of people who had once worked the plantation.”

“She
sounds wonderful.”

“She
was.”

“I
think I may hunt my father someday,” she offered lightly. “He hasn’t been
around since I was a baby.”

“I
think you should.”

Cato
kept him talking for the duration of the hour and a half drive into Austin to
the hospital. When they arrived, Heath raced in, anxious to find out what had
happened with his brother. Philip met him. “Dad’s here. Hello, Cato.” Cato
nodded.

“Good.”
Heath looked over Philip’s shoulder. “What about Jaxson?”

Philip
looked down and Heath’s heart stopped. Cato grasped his hand. “He’s…”

“No.”
Philip shook his head. “He lost the leg. The doctor had to amputate.”

Heath
felt the ground fall out from under him. “What?” He held Cato’s hand tighter.
“I want to see him.”

“The
doctor will come get us once he’s been taken to the recovery room.”

“God!
How did this happen?” Heath let go of Cato and began
pacing
up and down the corridor.

“Joe
just didn’t see him. He thought
Jax
was out of the
way.”

Cato
could see that both men were tortured with the thought of their brother
suffering. Heath walked back to Philip. “How far up on the leg?”

“A
few inches below the knee.”

Heath
directed his next comment to both Cato and Philip. “He’s not going to take this
well.”

Both
men turned to the right and Cato looked to see what alerted them. She expected
to see the doctor, instead it was a distinguished looking man in a wheelchair.
No one needed to tell her, this was their father Christian. “Jaxson will be
fine. He’s a McCoy.”

“Dad…”
Heath went to his father and knelt down. “I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll
make it. I’m moving home and bringing Olivia with me. She’ll have
Jax
on his feet in no time.”

Cato
saw the older man swallow hard.

Heath
stood. “I think that’s a great idea.” He reached for Cato. “Dad, this is my
friend Cato Vincent. Cato, this is my father Christian McCoy.”

“How
do you do?” Cato approached him.

The
elder McCoy smiled. “Why, aren’t you a pretty little thing? Heath?” His dad
raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Didn’t
mean to,” Heath explained. “I would have introduced you at the BBQ, but you
chose not to come.”

“I
was busy.” Christian looked over his shoulder, then back. “But I think it’s
time I moved back.”

“Well,
of course,” Heath answered. “I didn’t think you felt well.”

Cato
could see both concern and relief on Heath’s face.

“I’m
feeling much better, actually.” Christian’s face brightened. Cato turned to see
what he was looking at and saw a very attractive red-head speaking to Ryder and
Pepper who sat in a small waiting room about twenty feet down the hall. “Olivia
has worked wonders with me.”

Heath
glanced at Cato and widened his eyes and she pressed her lips together, trying
to hide a smile.

Philip
knelt down by his father. “We’d love to have you back home, Dad.”

“Yea,”
Heath agreed. “I’ll move out of your suite so you and Olivia can be in
adjoining rooms again.”

“Good.”
Christian nodded. “But put Jaxson in the blue room, Olivia shares my quarters
now. She can keep an eye on
Jax
from there. Do those
monitors still work?”

When
he asked that question, Cato inhaled sharply, causing her to cough. Heath
patted her on the back, a slight smirk on his face. “Yea, Dad, the monitors
still work.”

From
the left, a gray-haired man in a white coat walked up. “Are you the McCoy
family?”

“Yes,
we are.” Christian rolled forward.

“Jaxson
is out of surgery and I have every reason to believe that he’ll be fine.”

“I
have some questions about the injury.” Heath folded his arms. Cato felt uneasy,
this was family business.

Before
the doctor could answer, she went up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’m
going to go speak to Ryder and Pepper.”

Heath
nodded and Cato eased away. She felt so sorry for the family and knew they
needed to make sense of what had happened in private. As she drew nearer the
girls, she could see they’d been crying. Christian’s Olivia sat between them.
Clearly, they were comfortable with her. Pepper looked up and noticed Cato
standing there.

“Cato!”
She patted the chair next to her. “I’m so glad to see you.”

Ryder
smiled at her. “Hey, Cato. We were sorry to interrupt your and Heath’s
evening.” It was obvious she was attempting to sound normal when worry and
heartache was weighing her down.

“Please,
this is where Heath belongs.” Cato wondered if the family had known Heath was
with her or only figured it out after they’d shown up together. Oh, well. That
wasn’t an issue now anyway. “Jaxson is the one who’s important right now.”

“Yes,
he is.” Olivia stood. “I’m Olivia Young. So, you’ve snared Heath? I never
thought I’d see the day.”

“No,
no, no.” Cato shook her head. “It’s not like that. Heath and I are friends.
That’s all.”

Olivia
put one well-manicured hand on her slim hip and surveyed the McCoy sisters. “Do
you two believe that?”

“No.”
Pepper smiled a small smile.

“Ah,
now’s not the time for jokes or joshing.” Olivia kissed both girls on the
forehead. “Don’t you two fret, Jaxson is alive and he’s strong. He’ll be okay.”
Looking at Cato, she added. “Nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll see one another
again soon.”