Cowboy All Night (Thunder Mountain Brotherhood, Book 5) (13 page)

“Hey, this is my idea. I get first dibs.”

“Then you’ll have to tell me what you have in mind, because I have no clue.”

“Like I said, it’s a work in progress.” Pulling out his chair, he turned it sideways, facing her before sitting down. “You need to come over here and sit on my lap.”

She eyed the situation. “Your lap already has a lot going on there.”

“There’s room. I have long legs.” He patted his thighs. “Right here.”

So she perched on his warm and extremely solid thighs. His pride and joy was within easy reach.

He caught her wrists before she could act on that impulse. “Wait your turn.”

“But you like being touched. I know you do.”

“I do, but so do you.” He dipped his fingers into the pie and brought them to her mouth. “See how it tastes.”

She grasped his hand and licked his fingers clean. It was unbelievably arousing.

“I think you liked that.” His gaze fell to her nipples. “A lot.”

“It wasn’t bad.”

“Then let’s try this on for size.” He scooped up a glob of filling and let it drip over her breasts.

She gasped as warm syrup spread over her sensitized skin and bits of cherry clung to her nipples.

“Now arch your back a little.”

She gave him room to maneuver and he lowered his head so he could lap at the red juice and the cherry bits. The suction of his mouth combined with the swipe of his tongue was enough to drive her crazy, but his soft murmurs of pleasure threatened to snap her control.

She clutched his head and eased him away. “That’s enough for you. Let me have a turn.”

“You like my idea?”

“Yes. Now let me play.”

Laughing, he leaned back in his chair. “I’m all yours.”

The moment she plunged her fingers into the warm pie filling, she understood the sensual appeal. She’d baked hundreds of pies but she’d never eaten a single one with her fingers. Which made sense—it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun alone.

She started with his mouth, covering it with filling and then licking it away. Next she dripped cherries and thick juice on his chest. He moaned and his big body shook as she cleaned him up. She dipped her fingers into the pie again, intending to smooth it over his cock.

Eyes glittering, he grasped her wrist. “Once you do that, the game will be over. I’ll haul you into the bedroom and have you flat on your back in five seconds.”

“And that’s a problem because?”

“There’s a lot more pie left.”

That made some kind of crazy sense.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let this go to waste.” He proceeded to suck on her fingers.

As he slowly drove her insane with that maneuver, she moved restlessly in his lap. “Okay,” she murmured. “You can stop now.”

He lifted his head. “I don’t think so.”

Before she understood his intent, he’d dipped her fingers into the pie filling again. He licked and sucked her fingers some more, and while she was still reeling from that sensation, he lowered her hand between her thighs and coaxed her to touch herself.

“Add a little flavor for me,” he murmured, “and make yourself feel good.”

Dazed by the eroticism of the moment, she instinctively followed his directions. Oh, yes. So good. She didn’t utter a word of protest when he lifted her onto the table and parted her legs.

He slowly spread warm cherry pie filling at the entrance to her most secret place. When he began tasting and sipping and suckling, she quickly lost her mind.

She came once, and he reapplied more filling. She came again. The pleasure was so intense that she made a lot of noise. Good thing no one was around to hear.

After her second orgasm he carried her into the bedroom, snapped on a condom and buried himself inside her. She came again, and finally, so did he.

At last her breathing returned to normal and she regained a slight grasp of reality. She noticed that he’d readjusted their position so they lay side by side. Maybe he’d worried that his weight would crush her. She could imagine him having that thought.

She hugged him close. “I didn’t get to put any more on you,” she murmured.

“It’s okay.” He gathered her close. “There’s plenty left.”

13

W
HEN
B
RANT
EASED
out of bed to take care of the condom and clean up a bit, he left Aria dozing. She must have been exhausted from a long day followed by explosive sex. He was grateful that she’d driven out there, but maybe next time he should go to her place. That might be easier on her.

He assumed there would be a next time. She seemed as eager to take advantage of this unexpected attraction as he was. No telling how often they’d be able to see each other once the students arrived, but until then they had late evenings to themselves.

Still, she obviously was tired, so he quietly slipped back into bed and turned off the light so she could sleep.

“Brant?”

“I thought you were off to dreamland.”

She rolled toward him. “Just for a few minutes. I took a power nap, which is something I learned to do years ago. You get so much more done.”

“Guess so.” He’d never believed in power naps, but she did, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Do you think there’s cherry pie filling on the sheets? Maybe we should turn the light on and look. That red might stain.”

He chuckled and pulled her close. She might be the most compulsive woman he’d ever been to bed with, but she felt amazing nestled against him, her head tucked under his chin, as if the two of them were meant to fit this way.

“Seriously, I don’t want to leave things a mess.” Her breath tickled his skin.

“I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow. I may not be much of a cook, but I’m a heck of a linens wrangler. I know about bleach and everything.”

“I’ll bet you do. It’s just that I’m not usually this wild. I’ve never climbed into a bed after being covered with cherry pie filling.”

“I’m shocked to hear it.”

She pinched his butt. “Be nice.”

“Sorry.” They should sleep, but he couldn’t help caressing her. Getting acquainted with her curves and the satin texture of her skin was such a treat. “Am I a bad influence on you?”

“I wouldn’t say bad. I’d say different.” She was quiet for a moment. “I know that I take things too seriously a good bit of the time. For instance, I used to think every guy I had sex with should be a potential husband.”

“Oh?” His hand stilled as he thought of what Ty had said. This might be his opening. “Speaking of that, I—”

“Settle down. I don’t think that anymore. I’m not looking for a husband at all, actually.”

“Oh.”

She laughed softly. “I just felt your whole body relax. Don’t worry, Brant. You’re like the guy in that old song. You want to leave your sleeping bag behind my couch.”

“I’m not even that guy, Aria.” He began stroking her again because it calmed him. “I don’t have long-term relationships. I just don’t.”

“No problem. I have zero expectations.”

“That’s good.” Maybe he’d be off the hook just that easy.

“But now that we’re talking about it, are you saying you’ve never had a long-term relationship?”

“That’s right.”

“I understand that you move around because of your job, but the guy in the song moved around, too. He just kept coming back to one woman.”

So maybe they weren’t on the same page, after all. “That’s not for me.” He waited to see if she’d ask why.

He felt a shift in the mood and that bothered him. Obviously she didn’t want to keep pestering him, but he hadn’t given her much of an answer. He took a deep breath. “It’s not for me because I don’t believe in it.”

Her breath caught. “Wow.”

“Ty said I should explain my history to you and he could be right.”

“Ty said that?”

“He thinks I’m different around you than I usually am with women.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah.” He massaged the small of her back. “I’ve never let myself get this involved in such a short time.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m nuts about you, Aria, but that doesn’t change anything.”

“I wouldn’t want it to.”

“Good.” He should be overjoyed with the way this conversation was progressing. Instead it depressed him a little.

She slid her arm around him and nestled closer. “But I wouldn’t mind having you tell me your history.”

“There’s not much to say.” He let out a slow breath. “My dad died of a heart attack when I was twelve and my mom left me with her sister. That’s the last I saw of her.”

“Oh, no.” She hugged him tight. “That must have been—”

“I know it sounds terrible, but it really wasn’t so bad.” He continued to rub her back. “Neither of them spent much time with me, anyway. I’m good at being on my own. It’s the way I like to live.”

“And you don’t get lonely?”

“Nope.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she lifted her head and wiggled up higher so she could cup his face in both hands. “I believe you. I’ve felt your strength from the beginning.” Then she kissed him.

It wasn’t a sweet, I-feel-sorry-for-you kiss. She went all-out and one hand strayed south to fondle his very stiff cock. So he began a little fondling action of his own and in no time thoughts of their conversation were replaced by thoughts of sex. Much better.

She was panting by the time she wrenched her mouth from his. “You have more of those raincoats, I hope.”

“I bought a box.” He gulped for air. “If necessary, I’ll buy another one.”

“Tonight?”

He laughed and moved away from her long enough to open the drawer and take out the box in question. He plopped it down between them. “If we go through all these...” He paused to suck in a lungful of air. “I’ll contact the
Guinness World Records.
”

She took the box and opened it. “You never know.” She pulled out a packet and put the box on the pillow above her head. “We might set some records.”

“Here’s the problem with that. We’d have to go for quantity, not quality.” He rolled her to her back and feathered a kiss over her mouth. “I’m in the mood for some quality.”

She laid the foil packet next to them and wrapped her arms around his back. “Sounds good to me.”

“Your mouth still tastes like cherry pie. It really is my favorite. I think we need some more.” Yeah, cherry pie was exactly what they needed right now. He started to get up.

She tightened her grip. “Not in here. It’ll be too messy.”

“It won’t if I’m careful. Plus I’ll bring in one of those huge green towels from the bathroom.” He nuzzled behind her ear. “Come on. It’ll be great.”

Laughing, she squirmed beneath him. “That tickles.”

“I promise not to tickle you with cherry pie.” He kept nuzzling.

She laughed harder. “Brant, we don’t need pie!”

“Are you sure about that?” Whispering in her ear, he reminded her in vivid detail how he’d used the syrup before and how many times he’d made her come. All the while he ran his tongue around the delicate curve of her earlobe. She was breathing faster and she let him go without another word of protest.

By the time he walked back into the bedroom with the towel and the pie, she’d turned on the light and climbed out of bed.

“I’ll take this.” She pulled the towel off his shoulder and spread it out on the mattress. “Now lie down.”

“I was thinking you’d be the one lying down and I’d be the one applying pie to your sweet body.”

“You got to do that already. I, on the other hand, only got half a turn. So lie down, cowboy, and let me juice you up where it counts.”

He stood there grinning at the transformation. Her tendency to be bossy was no different. She’d been like that from their first conversation. Her spirit of play was new, though, at least to him.

“I’ll take the pie, too.” She plucked it out of his hands. “And be sure to lie in the middle of that towel so I don’t have to worry about the sheets.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stretched out on the nubby material and stuffed a pillow behind his head so he could see. Anticipation of what lay ahead had his cock standing as straight as a lodgepole pine. “What did you do with the condom?”

“Let me worry about that.”

“Okay.” Considering her cautious nature, he knew she wouldn’t forget.

Setting the pie plate on the towel, she lifted her arms and gathered her hair behind her neck. Then she looped it into a soft knot. Judging from how easily she did it, she’d gone through that routine a thousand times when she needed to quickly get her hair away from her face. She probably thought nothing of it, but he was entranced by the simple gesture.

She picked up the pie plate before easing onto the bed. “I believe I’ll go straight to the main event.”

“You won’t get an argument from me.”

She dipped her fingers into the pie. “And you’ve never had a woman smear cherry pie filling on your manly self before?”

“Nope.”

“Any kind of pie?”

“Nope.”

“Cake?”

“Nope.”

“Whipped cream?”

“Um, well, there was—”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to elaborate. I’m glad to be the first one in the pie and cake category, at any rate.”

He couldn’t help smiling at that. Her brother wasn’t the only competitive one in the family. Even in something like this, she wanted to be first.

“Where to start, where to start.” She licked her fingers absently as she surveyed him.

His breath caught. “You may not realize it, but when you lick your fingers, that’s...arousing.”

“Is it?” She dipped two fingers into the filling again. As they dripped with scarlet juice, she held them over the pie plate. Then she slowly sucked each one clean.

A surge of lust made his cock twitch. “You realize it.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Her violet eyes sparkled. “I learned from the best.”

“You’ve managed to outdo your teacher. I’m a wreck.”

“Thanks for the compliment. Maybe it’s time to do my teacher.”

“That would be very—” He gasped as her juice-covered fingers began to stroke up and down, around and around. Sticky, slippery and incredibly erotic.

But that was nothing compared to the sensation of her tongue licking him clean. She was thorough, oh, so very thorough. This morning’s episode out behind the barn had been a mere preview of what that tongue of hers could accomplish. He moaned and shifted on the towel.

“Don’t thrash around too much.” Her breath was cool against his wet shaft. “You’ll move the towel.”

“I’m the laundry guy,” he said through gritted teeth as she continued to drive him insane. “I’ll take care of... Oh, God...when you do that...”

“Glad you like it. There’s more.”

He watched in fascination as she located a whole cherry and placed it on the very tip of his cock. Then she took the tip in her mouth and rolled that soft cherry around. He clenched his fists and prayed that he wouldn’t come.

She seemed to enjoy that maneuver, since she repeated it a couple more times. Then she went back to licking, nipping and dripping juice, letting drops slide from the tip downward until she caught it on her tongue. His breathing was out of control and soon he would be, too.

He dragged in air. “Better get the condom.”

“Nope.”

“I’m going to come.”

“So do it.” With that she stopped playing and got serious.

He didn’t stand a chance. He came within seconds, yelling and cussing. He felt as if he might never stop coming. He thought his balls would explode. He was absolutely certain his eyes had rolled back in his head.

But he did stop coming eventually. He still couldn’t breathe well, but he could focus again.

She sat on the bed, facing him, with the pie plate in her lap. She smiled. “That was fun.”

“Mmm.” It was the only sound he could manage, especially in his bedazzled state. She was stunning. Her hair was coming loose from the soft knot she’d made and her mouth was stained red from all the cherry juice. She had some on her chin, too.

He loved looking at the juice stains and remembering the intense pleasure she’d given him, more than he could have imagined. But her eyes captivated him most of all. He could bask in the glow of their violet depths for hours.

“You look happy,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Take happy multiplied times a million and you’ll be close.”

That seemed to please her. Her smile widened as she tightened her grip on the pie plate and climbed off the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth. Just lie still.”

“I don’t think I could move if a grizzly walked through the bedroom door.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen, but if it does, I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt it. You’re mighty.” After she left the room, he lay there thinking about her strong protective instincts. Her campaign to save her brother from sinking into despair was fueled by that. In the unlikely event a grizzly walked into the bedroom, she probably would try to save him.

She came back in with a washcloth and a hand towel. Obviously she’d made a detour and had left the pie plate in the kitchen. “I need to clarify something.”

“What’s that?”

“I should probably tell you that I haven’t the faintest idea how to deal with a grizzly. I’ve only seen one in the wild and that was from a long distance. So if you want me to protect you, you’ll need to tell me how.”

She was absolutely adorable. He cleared his throat. “Well, now, some experts advise standing as tall as possible and making lots of noise. Others say curl up in a ball and play dead. But everybody agrees you don’t run away. They’re way faster than you are.”

She sat on the bed. “I’m not the type to play dead.”

“I believe you. So you’d better stay true to character and go with the loud noises and standing tall—ahhh.” He closed his eyes in ecstasy as she began sliding the warm, moist washcloth over his privates. “I should probably do that for myself, huh?”

“You could, but isn’t this nicer?” She finished with the washcloth and began rubbing him gently with the hand towel. Once again, she was extremely thorough.

“Definitely nicer.” He would have said she’d finished him off with the last episode, but apparently not. The warm washcloth had awakened his sleeping giant and the hand towel made it rise and shine. He gestured toward her work area. “Was that what you had in mind?”

“I wasn’t sure what would happen.” She nodded toward the bedside table as she continued to massage him with the towel. “But the condom is lying right there, and I got a little excited while I was having fun with pie filling.”