Stone Cold Cowboy (23 page)

Sadie set her plate aside, finished off her beer, and lay back on the blanket, staring up at the branches and the blue sky peeking through the leaves.

“I'm kind of glad my brother stole your cattle.”

Rory fell back onto the blanket beside her with a soft chuckle. “Don't tell my brothers I said this, but so am I. I'm not going to thank him for it, though, especially after that asshole left you out there . . .” Again, he couldn't bring himself to talk about it. He didn't have to. She got it, felt it, shivered with the gruesome memory.

“I never thought you would or expected it.”

They shared the silence below the trees for several minutes, settling into the quiet and each other's company. It never grew awkward. In fact, the longer it went on, the more comfortable she felt in his presence.

Rory rolled to his side, propped himself up on his
elbow, and stared down at Sadie. Her pretty blue eyes were cast up to the trees. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You should stop stopping yourself from doing what you want where I'm concerned.”

He actually followed that convoluted sentence and went with his urge to kiss her, bending down and kissing her softly on the cheek.

She smiled and shook her head. “All that buildup for such a chaste kiss.”

This time he reached over with his free hand, placed it on her hip, and pulled her across the blanket to lie down his length. He dipped his head and took her mouth in a searing kiss that was so far from chaste that he had her panting for breath when he finally eased back and kissed his way down her neck to her collarbone.

Her fingers slid through his hair. His hand on her hip slid up her side under her shirt and cupped her full breast. He swept his thumb over her hard nipple, tucked his fingers into the bra cup, and yanked it down. His palm settled over the mound, her nipple pressed against his palm, and he squeezed her flesh into his hand, molding it to his grip. She sighed, arching her back and pressing her breast into his hand even more. He reached around her back and undid the clasp on her bra.

He kissed his way back up her neck to her ear and whispered, “If you're not ready for this, say so now.”

“Don't stop, Rory.”

He slid his hand back around her side to her breast and rubbed his palm over her.

“I want you.” She sighed.

That was all he needed to hear. He pulled his hand
free of her shirt, grabbed the hem, and dragged it up and over her head, catching her bra on the way up and pulling it off, too. He stared down at her creamy skin and pink-tipped breasts, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth, and thought his heart stopped along with his breath. “Damn, you're beautiful.”

Her hand settled on his face. “Love me.”

He already did, but right now he needed to show her more than he needed to say it. His mouth crushed hers. He needed that taste of her to settle his heart and give him a chance to hold on to his control before he tore the rest of her clothes off and drove his aching cock inside her sweet body.

Her hands smoothed over his back, grabbed hold of his shirt, and dragged it up and over his head. He broke the kiss long enough to let her do it, but quickly took her mouth again in a deep kiss. Her bare skin touched his, her hard-tipped breasts pressed to his chest, and she moaned into his mouth with the sheer pleasure she couldn't contain and he needed more of right now.

He kissed his way down her neck again. This time, he didn't stop at her shoulder, but trailed kisses over her chest and straight to one of her peaked nipples. He took the tight bead into his mouth and sucked softly, his hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breast. He licked the tip, circled his tongue around the tight bud, then took it into his mouth again, sucking harder.

Her fingers raked through his hair and gripped it tight. “Oh God, Rory.”

Exactly. God sent him this gift and he meant to show his appreciation and love her the way she asked.

He took her breast in his hand, her nipple caught between his index and middle fingers. He squeezed and
kneaded, kissing his way to her other breast and taking that nipple into his mouth. Her hands never stopped moving over him. She brushed them over his head, down his neck, and over his shoulders, arching her back and offering up the bounty he couldn't get enough of for more attention. He gave it to her, but he wanted so much more.

The little moans and sighs she made drove him crazy wild. He slid his hand down her taut belly to the button on her jeans. He pulled it loose, then unzipped the denim, sliding his hand inside and over her panties to cup her in his hand. She rocked her hips into his palm and he rubbed back and forth, hindered by the tight material. Frustrated he couldn't touch her the way he wanted, he leaned back, sat up, and hooked his fingers in the top of her jeans and pink lace panties.

“You're killing me, you know that.”

She planted her heels on the blanket, lifted her hips, and he dragged the denim and lace down her legs. It didn't take but a second to pull her socks off her feet. With Sadie naked to the sky and his wandering gaze, he stared down at her and took her all in, from the fall of her blond hair over the blanket and her shoulders, to her softly rounded breasts, slender belly, slightly flared hips, and long toned legs. She had pretty feet and toes. It made him smile.

“What?” She covered the scar on her side and across her belly with her hands, which only made him stare at the scars around her wrists. The many other small marks all over her barely registered. All he saw was the beauty laid out before him.

“I am so damn lucky.”

She leaned up, hooked her hand around the back of
his neck, and pulled him in for another kiss. He followed her back down to the blanket and started the dance all over again, because now that he had her naked, he wanted to touch every inch of her again and again, but his restraint waned until he smoothed his hand down her thigh, back up the toned muscles, and found her hot, wet center with his roaming fingers. He slid his fingers over her soft folds and sent one deep into her warmth. She rocked her hips into his hand and moaned out his name.

Her hand mapped his chest and down his taut stomach. He ached to be inside her, but settled for her hand sliding over his swollen flesh over his jeans. She wasn't satisfied at all and made quick work of undoing the button and zipper and dipping her hand down the front of his boxer briefs and along his aching cock. Her fingers wrapped around his length and squeezed. He rocked into her hand and groaned, sending his finger deep into her core. He pressed his thumb to her clit as she circled her hips and rubbed against him. Her hand sank deeper down his length, her fingers gripped his balls, and he sucked in a ragged breath and tried to hold on to his sanity.

He broke the kiss they shared and replaced her lips on his with her breast. God, the way she tasted. The way she felt. The way she tempted him.

Her hands rubbed up his stomach, around his sides, and down over his ass as she turned into him.

He licked the underside of her breast, took her tight nipple softly between his teeth, and licked the tip with a sweep of his tongue.

“Oh God, Rory, now.” She pulled him close, both hands on his ass, squeezing.

He left her long enough to kick off his jeans and boxers. Her hands smoothed over his back. She rose behind him, kissed her way along his shoulder to his neck, her hand rubbing up his spine until her fingers dug through his hair. He could barely get his socks and jeans untangled from his feet for all the kissing and mapping his body she did with her mouth and hands.

At the last second, he remembered the condom in his pocket. He made a grab for his jeans again just as her hand came around his side and her fingers wrapped around his hard dick again. She worked her hand up and down his flesh, stroking and teasing, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her lips softly kissing his neck. Frozen by her erotic attention, he completely forgot what he needed to do.

She shifted before he totally comprehended her intention and landed on his lap, her thighs straddling his hips. Her soft heat pressed against his shaft. She rocked and rubbed against him, her breasts right in front of his face. He cupped one and took it into his mouth, lost in her movements over him and the sweet floral scent of her.

Her arms banded around his head and held him close as she rocked and rubbed herself against him. He wanted to drive his aching cock into her right now, but kept his head, reached for his jeans behind her without leaving her sweet breast. He fumbled for the condom, found it, and tore his mouth free from her creamy skin so he could tear the package open with his teeth.

Rory sheathed himself, grabbed hold of her bottom, held her close, and rolled her over onto her back. He lay between her thighs, the head of his dick pressed to her entrance. He held himself above her on his elbows
and stared down into her brilliant blue eyes so filled with love and lust he got drunk on her. The buzz raced through his veins, joined by the need gnawing at him to make her his. He slid into her slow and easy all the way to the hilt and watched the heat in her eyes flare when he joined their bodies.

He swept his thumb over her temple. “My Sadie.”

She reached for him, bringing him down for a soft kiss. She pulled her knees up and out, planted her heels, and rocked her hips against his, taking him deep. “Love me,” she said against his lips.

Her eyes fell closed and she let herself go in a way he'd never felt from any woman. She gave herself over to him and he lost himself in making love to her. His body pressed down on her. Hers rose up to meet him. Every soft kiss, tempting touch, soothing sigh, and moan fanned the flames and stoked the fire building inside him. Her hands smoothed down his back and over his ass again. This time when he sank into her, she pulled him closer. The feel of her body against his drove him on. He needed more. He needed all of her. She gave it, rotating her hips against his when he thrust deep again and again. Her body tightened around his and he pumped harder and faster until she threw her head back and her body fisted around his cock, sending him over the edge with her.

Rory rode out her release, then collapsed on top of her, his head in her soft hair, his breath sawing in and out at her neck.

Her arms clasped his shoulders. Her hands rested on his back, her fingers softly caressing his skin.

“Now I know why people become sex addicts,” she whispered with a smile in her voice.

“I am completely addicted to you, sweetheart.”

“Oh good, then we get to do this again.”

He pressed up on his forearms and stared down at her smiling face. “All you want, sweetheart, but you've got to give me, I don't know, half an hour to reload.”

Her giggle went straight to his gut. “Sure thing, honey.” She snuggled against him, her hands sweeping up and down his sides. “Uh, why are you staring at me like that? Is there a spider in my hair?” She raked her fingers through the long strands, which only made her look more beautiful.

He stilled her hands with his and shook his head. “No spiders. You called me honey.”

She bit her bottom lip, the plump flesh sliding free from her teeth. “You don't like it?”

“I do. You just caught me off guard. You've never said anything like that.”

“You call me sweetheart all the time. I like it. It makes me feel closer to you. I want you to feel that way about me.”

He pressed his hips to hers again. “I can't get much closer to you.”

“I like this, Rory. Us, here, together, nothing else in the world intruding. Just you and me.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and me.” He kissed her, long and slow, like he had all the time in the world, because out here, right now, it seemed they did. He broke the soft kiss and planted one on her nose, each cheek, and her forehead.

“Honey, you're crushing me.” She tapped her hands against his shoulders.

He chuckled, taking more of his weight on his arms than on her. “Sorry.”

“Believe me, I love having you pressed against me, but I need to breathe.”

He pulled free and rolled off her. He sat beside her, his knees drawn up, so he could take care of business. He stared down at the torn condom and everything inside him went cold. “Fuck.”

Sadie rolled to her side and laid her hand on his arm. He raked his fingers through the side of his hair and held tight, trying to figure out a way to tell her that didn't make her panic the way he felt inside.

“Rory, honey, what is it?”

He stared straight ahead, but closed his eyes, savoring that sweet honey on her lips. “I don't know how to say this.”

“You're scaring me. What's wrong?”

“Uh, the condom broke. I don't know what happened.” He covered his face with both hands and scrubbed them up and down over his eyes. “Fuck. I'm sorry, Sadie.” He wanted her for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to trap her into spending the rest of hers with him. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not this way.

Her hand contracted on his arm. He met her steady gaze. “Honey, it was an accident. A fluke. It happens.” She sat up next to him, her hand still on his arm. “It wasn't in my immediate plans, but if I am pregnant, I won't be upset about it. I've lost so much lately, but I found something amazing with you.”

“I don't know what to say, except I will take care of you and our child. I promise.”

“If it happened.”

He nodded, but still felt he'd failed to protect her. After all she'd been through with her father and brother,
she deserved a chance to do whatever she wanted. Not be tied down without choice. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders.

S
adie gave him
a quick kiss, hoping to erase the last of the concern from his hazel eyes. She didn't know what else to say to ease his mind. This could be huge—for both of them. A life with him and a baby would be such a joy.

Rory tugged on his clothes, pulled on his socks, and stuffed his feet in his boots. He'd settled back into his quiet intensity. She'd give him time to let things settle in his mind. He needed to mull things over, think things through, plan every possible scenario. He took responsibility seriously. One of the many reasons she loved him.