Getting into bed with Dusty was like a dream come true at the end of a very long and extremely eventful day.
Granted, I was tired, but just as my taunt had revived him, the sight of him on my bed had a similar effect on me. He’d been irresistibly sexy lying on the bunk in the tack room, but he seemed to belong here in my room. Like I’d spent every night of my adult life in bed with him.
I hadn’t of course, nor was I replacing Cody. I was simply moving on. Cody would understand, just as I would have understood his need to find love with another woman if I’d been the one to die.
Pushing those morbid thoughts aside, I slid into Dusty’s embrace, pressing kisses to his lips as I sifted my fingers through his hair. Oh yes, I was dreaming. Dreaming of the days and nights ahead with this wonderful man. There would be problems to unravel and other obstacles on the road ahead of us, but together, we could solve anything. I was sure of that now. Nothing could stand in our way.
Well…maybe two things did. Dusty’s accidents for one. Would they cease when I openly acknowledged him as the man I loved? I wasn’t sure. Somehow, I thought they might, but as determined as those efforts had been—if indeed they were intentional—I couldn’t be sure.
The other problem was that same old nagging suspicion that someday Dusty would decide he wanted children and trade me in for a younger, more fertile woman. This was one fear I could confront, and I needed to do it now, before our relationship went any further.
“Comfy?” I asked.
“Very,” he replied. “I could get used to this.”
“I hope you do.” I sucked in a breath and held it for a second. It was now or never. “You know I—well, there’s something we haven’t talked about. I’m not sure how to say it other than to just come out with it. If you think you’re gonna want kids someday, you might want to rethink being with me. Aside from the fact that I’m probably too old to be having babies, I had a tubal after Chris was born. There won’t ever be any little Dustys running around the ranch. Are you okay with that?”
He was silent for a long moment. “I gave up on that idea a long time ago,” he finally said. “I pretty much had to.”
I could understand him giving up on the idea simply from knowing my age, but he couldn’t possibly have known I’d been fixed unless Cody or Troy had told him, which I very much doubted. “What do you mean?”
“You know those balls you think are so damned cute?” He plunged on ahead without waiting for my reply. “They don’t work. I had the mumps when I was sixteen.” He winced at the memory. “Went straight to my nuts, and you want to talk about something painful. I thought I was gonna die. Anyway, I wound up sterile, but at least I’m not impotent.”
My jaw dropped. “Damn. Wish I’d known that. I mean, I’m real sorry that happened to you and all, but I’ve been beating myself up over not being good enough for you because I couldn’t have your children. If I’d known I wasn’t the only one in this duo incapable of reproducing, I wouldn’t have been quite so hesitant.”
Dusty stared at me with surprise. “I would’ve thought the fact that I’d never bothered to use a condom might have been a good clue.”
I snorted a laugh. “True, but I’ve been feeling this way since way before the use of a condom became an issue. And even when it was, I didn’t give it much thought. I’d already told Troy he didn’t need to worry—although looking back, I probably shouldn’t have trusted him to be free of disease. Guess I should’ve been more careful. Either way, the need for birth control was the farthest thing from my mind that first time with you in the bunkhouse. If I’d thought about it at all, I might’ve assumed you knew something from talking to Troy or Cody—although I can’t imagine why either of them would’ve mentioned it.”
“They didn’t. But, like I said, I knew it didn’t matter.” He caressed my cheek with a fingertip. “And it wouldn’t have mattered even if I wasn’t shooting blanks. I love you, Angel.”
Bone-melting kisses followed, preventing me from professing my love in return.
Not that any declarations were necessary. Dusty knew how I felt. I didn’t need to tell him. Not with words, anyway.
I trailed my fingertips from his neck to his shoulder, then down over his chest, grazing his nipple on the path to his hip. Would I ever tire of touching him?
Never, never, never…
His sigh tickled my ear as his kisses took a similar path along the contours of my own body, although he was obviously not content to merely graze my nipple with his lips. Surrounding my tingling flesh with the wet warmth of his kiss, he suckled my breast, occasionally swiping his tongue over the taut bud, reminding me once again of the direct connection between my breasts and my core. The ache deep inside me cried out for his attention, but I uttered no protests, made no attempt to encourage him, simply reveled in the effect he had on me. I welcomed that pain and the flood of moisture that followed.
Dusty’s kisses moved on down the slope of my chest to my waist before moving up to the crest of my hip. Once there, he eased me onto my back. His lips found their way to my mound, his tongue delving into the places that begged for his touch. Lifting my leg over his head, he settled between my thighs, kissing my wet folds as though seeking the source of that dampness—coming close to easing the ache, but never quite reaching it.
Moonlight shone through the stained glass of my window, illuminating his hair, altering its hue, first blue, and then green with a splash of crimson. Those soft blond curls were the only part of him I could reach. I let them sift through my fingers, wishing I could touch more of him and yet somehow feeling content. The intensity grew steadily, rapturously, ecstatically.
I hovered there, waiting for the stroke that would send me flying, but it never came. He backed off and moved up beside me.
“I want to fill you with cream before I finish that,” he said.
Again, I made no protest, perfectly willing to let him play me like a well-tuned guitar, the way I’d played him in the kitchen.
He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. “Mount up, sweetheart. Time to save that horse and ride your cowboy.”
I hummed with pleasure. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Placing a hand on his chest, I rose slightly before backing onto his dick. Capturing his cockhead with my pussy lips, I eased backward until I had him inside me, then sat up to drive him in the rest of the way. The emptiness inside me now banished by his presence, I leaned back to enjoy it, pivoting on his cock, drawing my knees up and using my weight to achieve the deepest possible penetration.
Absolute perfection.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “My beautiful Angel.” Palming my breasts, he thumbed my nipples, driving me ever closer to the point of ecstasy before sliding his hands to my hips. “Ride me.” To further illustrate his meaning, he took my hips in his hands and lifted me slightly, then pulled me down. “Mmm…yeah, like that…hard and fast and deep.”
Lifting me again, he slid me up his shaft then dropped me back down on his prick.
The rebound effect was incredible.
Following his example, I tried it myself.
“Holy shit, that’s good.” Not that this was anything new because it all felt good. So incredibly, mind-blowingly good…
Circling my hips, I swept my slick inner walls with his cock, only then realizing I hadn’t quite reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. Not yet. Not when that simple movement could ignite even more fireworks.
Dusty let out a groan. “That’s it. Use it…use my dick like a fuckin’ spoon…”
The spoon analogy made me giggle, but it also gave me an idea. “Hold on.”
I’m still not sure how I did it, but I somehow managed to turn around until I was straddling his right leg. With more freedom of movement than ever, I was able to generate even more force as I rocked up and down on him. Picking up speed, I let him have it for all I was worth.
Dusty was panting now, his upward thrusts meeting me on each downward stroke. “Oh, God. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Gripping my upper thighs, he pulled me down on him one last time.
Every pelvic muscle I possessed contracted, doubling me over as a deep, guttural groan escaped my lips—a sound I’d never heard myself make before. Seconds later, Dusty’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, only to come out with an explosive exhale. I clutched blindly at his leg as he pumped me full of cream.
His spurts had barely subsided before he began tugging at my hips. “C’mere and sit on my face. I need to finish what I started.”
I wasn’t sure I could move, let alone do something requiring that much coordination. Nevertheless, I was willing to give it a try. After extricating my foot from beneath his left thigh, I turned around. “Didn’t hurt your bum leg, did I?”
“Oh God, no.” He dragged me up over his chest until I was straddling his head, then held me poised above his face. “Hot, creamy pussy. Mmm…” With that, he sat me down, teasing my labia apart before sliding inside to fuck me with his tongue. At that point, I couldn’t decide which felt better, his tongue or his dick.
Probably his dick, but this is pretty damned good.
Easing me up slightly, he bathed my clit with his tongue, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy ripping through me. Gulping in a breath, I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life. My head was already spinning, but when he latched on to my clitoris and sucked, I saw stars.
As primed as I was, I didn’t think it would take much more than twenty seconds for me to come.
It took ten.
With a rasping moan, I lurched forward as my body imploded. Dusty held me right where I was, relentlessly licking my clit until I finally let go of the headboard and keeled over sideways. I don’t believe I moved a muscle that wasn’t orgasmically connected for the next ten minutes.
“Holy sheep shit,” I muttered when I could speak again. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“No way,” he said. “I might let you go forty years from now, but not one second before.”
All I could say after that was “Mmm.”
Later on, I got up to pee and put on my pajamas before crawling back in bed with him.
“Pajamas? Seriously?”
“Get used to it, big guy,” I said as I pulled the blankets up over us. “You can take them off anytime you like, but I’m sleeping with them on.”
“Okay,” he grumbled. “If you insist. Not that I have any room to talk. I always wear a T-shirt and boxers to bed. Then again, I’m usually in a bunkhouse with a bunch of guys. I hardly ever sleep in the nude.”
I reached down to lay my hand on his naked cock. “I dunno… This feels pretty good. Guess that’s what you get for being such a slut and leaving off your undies.”
He put his arms around me and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Yeah, well, I could probably get used to that too.”
Lying in the circle of his arms, I drifted off while listening to him breathe, feeling his warmth, and inhaling his scent. He was mine now, and no one was going to take him from me. Ever.
I woke up sometime during the night, thinking I heard a car in the drive, but dismissed it as probably being Jenny or Rachel bringing the other guys home. I rolled over to go back to sleep, wondering briefly if they’d had as nice a time as Dusty and I had.
Naw, I decided sleepily, probably not nearly as good.
I must have fallen asleep because I was in the middle of some sort of idyllic dream when a noise right above my head had me as wide awake as flicking on a switch.
The unmistakable sound of a pistol being cocked.