The Discreet Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 6) (19 page)

She quickly removed the rest of her clothing.

Finally sliding over him, she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling his strength under her palms. No doubt, he was a strong man in many ways. His hands came around to her hips, around to her stomach, and upward until he cupped her breasts. He flicked her nipples and she cried out uncontrollably. Her body was a mass of raw nerves and desire, ready for his taking.

Lowering her mouth, she kissed him, dipping her tongue deep, tasting him. Their lips explored each other, testing the chains between them, breaking each one. Their tongues tangled, a tug of war of sorts. His hands still worked her breasts, kneading them, coaxing her body to melt.

He broke the kiss, his breathing labored and raspy. His lips curved into a delicious smile that made her stomach flip flop and her clit to swell. He had a wild glint in his eye and it excited her.

His smell surrounded her, a mixture of musk, leather and citrus—a heady combination. When she thought she couldn’t need him any more than she already did, longing kicked up a notch and she could barely resist the urge to grab his cock and slide it into her body. She wanted this to last, yet needing him made her insane.

He caressed her collarbone, skipped his finger along her ribcage, and slid his fingers to the seam of her moist core, but he didn’t touch her, not quite yet. “Breathe, darlin’. Don’t pass out on me.”

She did, she inhaled a ragged breath. She could easily forget to around him. He gave her a tilted grin that tattooed joy on her heart.

Hands and mouths met, entwining, tugging, teasing, exploring. He devoured her and she, in turn, wrapped him in her erotic cocoon. She was entranced by him, enthralled with all of the feeling rushing through her. So deep in a head rush she never wanted to surface to reality again.

Her body became feverish in need. Her inner thighs ached and pulsated. Her spine tingled.

His fingers moved across her clit, then, touching her with a firmness that spoke of his desire to wield her under his magic. Each glide of his finger coaxed more feeling in her body. He kept rolling the pad of his thumb over her sensitive flesh, and each second her nerve endings were drenched in disarming love. Warmth spread over her breasts like honey, her nipples bunching, the blanket of sensation oozing downward to where his fingers were now spreading her pussy lips wide. He dipped a finger inside of her, filling her, twirling the tip around the coiled muscle. She dug her nails into his shoulders, riding his palm, crying out in delight. He moved at an agonizing, yet enticing, pace, controlling her like a puppet on a silken string. She needed him inside of her—needed cowboy, her man. The ache between her thighs became all powerful, griping her like a tornado sweeping through the cabin and dragging everything up into the uncontrollable spinning.

She ground her hips against him, silently pleading for him to put her out of her misery. She fisted a handful of his hair, tugging, grabbing, clutching in her own agony. His deep moan sounded like a tiger’s growl, vibrating parts of her she didn’t know she had. He was as turned on as she was, she could sense his turmoil. His fingers were stroking her clit again, working the magic. She circled her hips, making the most of his fingers at the apex of her thighs. She couldn’t stop the crashing against her, it took over, a cloud of pure lust as she buried her face into his shoulder, crying out like a desperate woman who’d found the ultimate release. Aftershocks raced over her, one after astonishing one, until her body stilled.

“Oh my,” she muttered. No man had ever brought her such a roaring orgasm with just his fingers.

“That’s only the beginning, angel.”

“I hope that’s a promise!”

****

Dade was turned on by her bounty of firm, delectable breasts, the sweetness of her erotic scent, the wetness of her pussy, and the passion moving through his body like a finely aged wine. A man knew when he was lost, and he wouldn’t have been able to deny her if his next breath depended upon it. She wanted him too.
Him!
The man who wasn’t as smooth as the other cowboys, or as sexually inept, but he made her feel good—oh how he enjoyed making her feel good. The way she whimpered as if not capable of putting her needs into a complete sentence. He got the message perfectly—knew what she needed.

He pulled a condom on and lifted himself between her thighs, feeling her heat penetrating his defenses. He had to be careful or he wouldn’t last long.

She lifted herself to him and a moan escaped her throat. He didn’t hesitate, but sunk his raging cock into its destination of pure sensual bliss. Her sweet body only slightly resisted him, her muscles easing under his thrusts. He stopped, balancing his breaths, gaining control, or what little he could. He looked down at her and she was watching him, her pale blues seeping into his gut and taking ownership. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m more than okay. I think we should never let this end,” she said.

“What are you saying, angel?” His voice was ragged to his own ears.

“I think we should get married.” She didn’t wait for his answer before she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss that faded every thought in his mind except for the powerful sexual need passing through his body. She moved her hips in a sensual rhythm, sliding her body up and down his hard rod.

“My God, Felicia. You’re incredibly warm and tight.”

The muscles of her pussy clenched, caressing his cock, causing him to swell and grow to an enormous size. He felt like if he grew much more, he’d explode. His control was hair thin and her ultra-tight body pushed him to an edge he’d never been before.

He pumped in and out of her, and she gave as well as took. Her legs came up around his hips, higher until her knees were propped against his shoulders. He had no clue she was this flexible. Her hands were on his back, her nails digging into his skin as if commanding him to ride her hard. He couldn’t hold the flood of ecstasy much longer. Slipping his hand between their bodies, massaging her swollen clit, her body shook and trembled. She bucked against him, her inner muscles massaging his cock, milking him tenderly with spasms, firmly.

They kissed, tongues meeting, and he sipped at her lips, knowing that he’d found a treasure in her.

But how would he answer her question…?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

FELICIA TOOK A walk with Isabella. The baby was tucked in her stroller, happily sucking at her chubby fist. Every now and then she’d coo, but then she’d go back to those fingers hungrily, yet Felicia knew she had just eaten.

Kaycee had asked Felicia to sit with the baby a bit this morning. Having never babysat before, Felicia was a little worried about the ins and outs, but at the moment, Isabella seemed pretty content with chilling. “That must taste pretty good.” Felicia laughed, but the baby didn’t even seem to hear.

Amazingly, she found she liked babies, especially Isabella. She always liked Felicia and never gave her a hard time. In fact, she didn’t seem to care that her aunt had just crawled out of bed, hadn’t bothered taking a shower, she wore an oversized tee, sweats, and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun.

Pushing the stroller along the flower garden that was bursting with new growth, Felicia sat down on a bench and pulled the stroller up close. The baby just looked up at her in curiosity. Lifting the baby’s hand, she looked at the small fingers and couldn’t believe how tiny she was.

“You won’t judge me, will you, Isabella?”

The baby cooed.

“I didn’t think so. Well, just between the two of us, I asked Dade to marry me last night.” Baby blinked. “Okay, I asked him while we both, well, were in our birthday suits. And as I say the words aloud, I agree, a woman or man, should never ask another that question when they’re feeling,” she cleared her throat, “very excited.”

Isabella brought her fist back to her mouth and stuck half of it inside. “Are you trying to tell me something? That I should have stuck a sock in it?”

Felicia leaned back against the bench seat, twirling a piece of her hair that had fallen to her cheek. “And he didn’t even mention it after we were finished. As if it never happened. Is that a rejection?”

Birds chirped in a nearby tree and she searched for them, finding them on a branch prancing back and forth. “Oh, so you are putting your two cents worth in also?” She shook her head, feeling somewhat ganged up on.

“I see it could go two ways really. Last night was amazing. How lucky is it that I have gotten to spend time with Dade? Yes, I feel rejected, but it wasn’t as if I meant the proposal.” The bird chirped loudly. “Okay, fine. I did mean to ask him. I guess I could have waited until we knew each other better—or maybe waited for the traditional proposal where he popped the question.” When had she ever not followed her impulse? Dade had found his way inside of her heart. He made her feel joy, excitement, exhilaration, and even sadness, and sometimes every emotion all at once.

“In this day and age, it’s okay for a woman to ask a man to marry her. Right?”

Isabella tooted and groaned.

“Okay, I’m not taking advice from someone who still wears diapers.” Felicia laughed.

What if he didn’t feel the same as she did?

How could she backtrack and pretend she didn’t pop the question?

Maybe he had been consumed in the throes of passion and hadn’t heard what she’d asked?

Yeah, right!

Keep dreaming.

Well, if he didn’t want to marry her, she couldn’t just continue to have sex with him. She’d have to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t on the same page as her. She’d watch him from afar…the way he smiled as if he’d just tasted sweet cream. The penetrating gaze of his hazel eyes that pulled her into glorious heaven, melting away all doubt. The way his body moved, the way his muscles coiled. She no longer noticed the limp, and didn’t care, never really had. She would love him, yes love him, even if he couldn’t walk.

She blew out a long breath.

Isabella moaned and grunted, and her face turned a bright red.

“Okay, child. What’s wrong?”

“Are you asking me that question?”

She’d know that deep southern drawl from anywhere and it made her heart all topsy-turvy. She looked up into the very hazel eyes that she was imagining moments before. Dade. The man she loved. The man who probably came to tell her to take a swim into the lake.

****

Dade had seen Felicia sitting on the bench and had sprinted, more like hobbled in an awkward way, to see her. He’d thought about her all morning and here she was. He’d thought of nothing else but the question she’d asked him last night. He wanted to drag her into his arms so badly that his biceps naturally clenched and unclenched. She smiled but there was a new reservation in the action. Had she changed her mind?

He strolled to the bench, sat next to her, and then he saw the baby who was as red-faced as an apple. “Is she okay?”

“Yes, sure. I think so.”

The redness faded, some. “Can we talk? I know Chase is occupied and I saw Kaycee leaving for town.”

“I guess we do have a blue elephant between us.”

Isabella grunted loudly.

He laughed. “Something like that.” Every time he saw Felicia, he couldn’t breathe normal. What the hell had come over him? She shifted and her knee brushed his thigh. His blood pressure rose to a dangerous level. And he was sweating.

“Oh, no. I think she left me a surprise.” Felicia waved a hand in front of her nose.

“What?” He inhaled sharply and his nose hairs singed. “Oh…a surprise as in something in her diaper?”

“Yes.” Felicia’s nose wrinkled. “Wow. Babies smell like that? How is it possible?”

He shrugged. “I don’t have a clue.”

She stood up. “I have to take care of this. Fast.”

Isabella waved her chubby fists in the air, smiling.

“I’ll walk you back.” He stood, shifting from boot to boot. This wasn’t what he’d planned, to talk about a baby poo, but shit happens.

Once up at the house, his plan to turn and leave was thwarted when Felicia dragged him across the threshold. “Just where do you think you’re going, cowboy?” she asked with a raised brow.

“I have work to do.”

“Of course you do, but you can’t leave me now.” She placed her hands on her hips.

“Can’t you change a diaper?”

“Of course I can.”

“So you’ve done it before?”

“No…but I’ve seen it done.”

“Okay, seeing and doing are two different things.”

“I have a master’s degree and a high I.Q. How hard can it be?” She closed the door with her foot. “We can unite in this.”

“Now why would I want to do this?”

“There’s lunch in it for you. Kaycee has homemade spaghetti sauce in the pot simmering. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“So, you’re bribing me?” He lifted a brow.

“Yes, totally. Are you in?”

Not really, but he couldn’t have denied her if his life depended on it. She smiled and the room lit up—lit his heart on fire. “Okay, but I better get a kiss too,” he teased.

“Well, I thought you’d never ask.” She took a step forward, leaned in and kissed him fully on the mouth. He wrapped his arms round her waist, wanting more, but Isabella’s cry thwarted his plan. “I think someone really needs her diaper changed.”

Felicia lifted Isabella out of the stroller and he followed to a narrow table in the living room that was piled high with diapers, baby powder, and other things he had no clue about. “Wow, this is nifty.”

“It’s called a changing table. You really have no clue about babies, do you?” She laughed as she laid Isabella down onto the cushion.

“Of course.” He lied.

She loosened the baby’s bottoms, and the strong odor wafted up, straight into his nose and he could barely breathe. He looked across the table, checking for a nose plug. Certainly there would be one.

“Hand me a diaper, please.”

He took the top one off the stack, shook it out and handed it over. She stared at it a good ten seconds. “That is a diaper, right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“What’s the problem? Is there a variety? Like day diapers and night diapers?” He really wasn’t sure.

“No, I don’t think so. I just don’t know which side is back or front,” she admitted.

He smiled. “Doesn’t it say?”

“Look and see.” She thrust the diaper back into his chest.

He looked over it, all over the colorful characters. “The only thing I see are pictures on one side.”

“Okay. If we look at the diaper she’s wearing now, the Disney characters are in the front. So, that’s the answer.” She smiled proudly. Undoing the tape, she pulled the diaper away and that’s when things really turned messy. She turned her head and buried her nose in her sleeve, feeling her eyeballs roll back into her head. “Oh my God. What did this child eat? Rotten eggs?”

“Worse.”

“Okay, we can get through this. Hand me the box of wipes.”

He opened the lid and pulled out a handful, holding them out with an outstretched hand. “Is this enough?”

“I don’t think the entire box will be enough, but this is a start.” She made a gagging sound.

He felt his throat constrict. “How do parents do this?”

She shrugged. “Tell me about it. More wipes.” She held her hand out. “Oh Isabella, how can you smile at a time like this?”

He obliged her, all the while making sure he kept his eyes glued to the wall. If he saw brown, he might just puke.

“I’m done. She smells so much better. Don’t you, cutie?”

Dade was fascinated watching Felicia lift the baby into her arms, a wide smile on her face. She looked at ease, happy, and an image came to his mind. Her holding their child. He’d never imagined anything like that before. Never even imagined it being an option. And yet, it touched a part of him, his warm and fuzzy side. Wow, he didn’t even know he had one of those. The closest he’d ever gotten to feeling this way was over a puppy, or horse, but never over another human being.

She turned and caught him staring. “Are you okay? You’re pale.”

He shifted his mind back into manual drive. “I-I’m fine.” No, he wasn’t.

She smiled and it drilled a hole right into his chest, pumping in love. Yes, he loved her. Wanted her. Hell, he needed her. That made him weak, but he’d survive as long as she was beside him.

“I’m going to put her down for a nap and wash up. Then I’ll give you what I promised.” Her smile grew and was laced with honeyed whiskey. He couldn’t even remember what she’d promised, but he certainly knew what he hoped for.
Calm down there, fellow. You’re at the boss’s house and any hanky panky going on won’t involve one of his employees
.

Later, when she came downstairs, his heart pitter-pattered. “I was hoping you’d still be here,” she said as she strolled barefoot into the kitchen. She’d brushed her hair and it swished around her shoulders. She’d also changed. One strap of the pale pink tank top had floated down her arm. He wanted to put it back into place, with his teeth, but reminded himself where he was at the moment.

“Where else would I be?” He stepped into the kitchen with her, inhaling the trail of her scent—vanilla. He’d never get enough.

“Probably out trying to breathe in fresh air to get rid of the stink. I’d say it’s best when she’s older, we never remind her of the stink bomb she laid on us today.”

His heart kicked up in speed. He liked how she used ‘us’ in regards to the future. “Yeah, that might not go over too well.”

“I promised you lunch and I aim to follow through. But I was thinking, as good as Kaycee’s spaghetti sauce is, I’m in the mood for dessert. Would you mind too terribly if we ate a big piece of chocolate cake and two scoops of ice cream?”

He smiled. At this point with her smiling, he’d eat a can of mustard sardines dipped in fuel oil just to give her what she wanted. “You’ve talked me into misbehaving.” He winked.

He watched her reach into the refrigerator and take out an oblong container of cake and a box from the freezer. He couldn’t drag his gaze from her long slender fingers as she used the knife to slice two pieces and place them on plates. As she was scooping out the ice cream, she got a dollop on her knuckles and he ached to lick the sweetness from her skin, wondering what the honey of her skin and vanilla flavor would taste like together. Pure heaven, he was sure. His cock stretched his zipper and, just when he thought there was a chance he’d combust, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked away the ice cream. She could have swirled her tongue around his rod and he wouldn’t have been more turned on.

“Felicia?” Her name came out on a raspy moan.

She turned and looked at him, her eyes wildly blue and a spot of ice cream remained at the corner of her mouth. He stepped closer and tenderly wiped it away, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking the dessert off it. “Mmm…good,” he murmured.

Her cheeks turned a mesmerizing color of awareness, much like the color he’d seen while she was having an orgasm. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have her anywhere but here. She moved to grab their plates and he sucked in oxygen.

Only when she looked at him awkwardly did he realize she’d placed their plates on the table and she was waiting for him. “You seem to have lots on your mind, Dade. Care to share?”