Cowboy Famous: Book 4 (Cowboy Justice Association) (20 page)

H
orndog Griffin was quite different than honorable, sheriff-in-charge Griffin. Bottom line?

He was much more fun.

After several minutes of long kisses and rolling around on the comforter getting it all wrinkled and messy, she tugged at his shirt trying to pull it free of his pants. His fingers stayed her movements even as he pressed a soft kiss to the base of her throat, wringing a groan from her lips and sending a streak of lightning straight to her pussy.

“Easy, honey. We got all night. We’ve only kissed once before tonight and I don’t want you to miss out on the buildup.”

He had to be out of his fucking cowboy mind. They didn’t have time for that. She needed him now. Right now. It felt like her body was on fire, the flames licking at her skin and sending a flush of arousal from head to toe. They’d only kissed and she’d gone up in flames.

She slid her hands under the cotton of his shirt and explored the warm skin and play of muscles under her palms. “I want you now, Griffin. I can’t wait.”

“We’ve waited this long, we can wait a little longer,” Griffin chuckled against the sensitive flesh of her ear while one of his hands glided down her body and cupped her bottom, giving it a little squeeze.

“I thought men were always supposed to be in a hurry,” she breathed, barely noticing when he popped open her jeans and pulled down the zipper.

“I think you’ve been hanging out with the wrong men, honey,” Griffin replied with a smile and then he didn’t say anything at all. His mouth was too busy kissing the skin he’d exposed on her abdomen. He licked and nipped his way down to where the zipper ended before tugging at the denim material to slide them down her legs.

Cool air hit her overheated flesh and she sucked in a breath as he tossed the pants to the floor. Pushing her thighs apart with his wide shoulders, he pressed wet kisses from her toes, up her calves, along her inner thighs, and over her abdomen until he was stopped by the barrier of her blouse. She was writhing and twisting on the bed as he started the process all over again with her other leg, unerringly finding every sensitive or ticklish spot on her lower half.

Her hair was tangled and her breath was ragged when he paused from torturing her to slowly unbutton her shirt one button at a time. It felt like the air was being sucked directly out of her lungs as he bared her inch by excruciating inch.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she choked.

He picked up her hand and placed it on the denim of his fly where his hard cock pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed the fabric until he closed his eyes and growled.

“I’m driving myself crazy.”

“Don’t. I’m ready for you.”

She doubted she’d ever been this wet before in her life. The crotch of her panties had passed damp a long time ago and the honey was starting to make her thighs sticky.

“It will make it even better if we hold back. Just a little bit, Hollywood. But if you’re that needy, I’ll take care of you.”

Needy was a good word. Greedy was too.

Griffin hooked his thumbs on the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs before tossing them over his shoulder without another glance. She’d have to hunt for those later but for now the room seemed to spin as he traced patterns on her lower abdomen with his tongue. Grabbing his head and tangling her fingers in his short, dark hair, she held on for dear life against the tidal wave of pleasure as that naughty tongue slid through the dark blonde curls and straight down to her swollen clit.

His tongue swirled around and around the nub while her insides quaked in response. The tension began to build deep within her and she crumpled the sheets as her fingers clutched the cool fabric. Tighter and tighter her arousal coiled even as he pressed first one thick digit and then another into her pussy.

“So tight, honey. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

He whispered the words and his hot breath caressed her clit, making her toes curl. It was too good, too intense and her entire body felt as if it was strung taut and ready to snap at any moment.

His fingers caressed her from the inside as his tongue played games on the outside. He lapped at the top of the swollen button, and her legs shook and shifted farther apart.

“Ready, honey?”

He didn’t expect an answer apparently, which was a good thing as she couldn’t have formed a word to save her life. Everything she was feeling had overwhelmed her conscious deliberate thought. All she could do was respond and react to his sensual ministrations. Moving his fingers in and out, his mouth covered her clit and sucked gently while using his tongue to tickle the sides.

The explosion was instantaneous.

White and colored lights danced behind her lids as the coil inside her unwound, unleashing a torrent of pleasure so exquisite it took her very breath away. It was not like any orgasm she’d ever experienced, but then Griffin Sawyer wasn’t like any other man. She should have known he’d be expert at the give and take of pleasure. He was damn fine at everything he did.

He kissed his way to her mouth by blazing a heated path up her body before capturing her lips as if in victory. Her limbs heavy with languor, her heart racing in her chest, she’d give him this win but it was only a battle, not the war. Her goal was to make him feel as good as she did right at this moment and she wouldn’t be deterred.

Wrapping her arms around him they kissed, hot and urgent. She could feel the heat of his hard cock sear her skin through the heavy denim of his jeans. When she wrapped her legs around his lean waist and ground against him, his dick jumped behind his button-fly. How he could hold himself in check at this point was beyond her, his self-control like iron.

“Oh God, that was intense,” she breathed.

“Now that’s what I like to hear. You like playing games, baby? I like to play games in the bedroom too.” Griffin chuckled and nipped at her shoulder, making her shiver in his arms before levering up and tugging at her open blouse. She rose up so it would slip off her arms and then reached around to pop open the fasteners of her bra but his fingers beat her to it.

“Sincere, hard-working Sheriff Sawyer likes to play games?” Her voice was husky as the lace and satin bra slid down her arms and off. He tossed it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor, not even sparing it a second glance. Every bit of his attention was focused purely on her. The sensation was a heady one.

Jazz wasn’t a virgin. She’d had sex before with various men, although not in near the numbers that some of her friends had. In those past encounters she’d always felt as if she were in competition for the man’s attention. Maybe from the demands of his cock, or his phone, or sometimes from his own ego. Not tonight. Every bit of Griffin Sawyer was with her. He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow morning or his work schedule. He was here totally in the present.

“I most certainly like to play games. How about we play the ‘strip game’? I ask you a question and if you answer it correctly, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

Laughter bubbled from her lips. She’d never seen Griffin act silly and goofy but this was nice. He didn’t take himself too damn seriously.

“I don’t know about this. What kind of questions are you going to ask me?”

His head dipped down and he captured a nipple between his lips, licking and nipping at it until she was moaning and writhing underneath him. When he finally lifted his head, he went to work on the other until it was a tight bud and she was breathless and begging for a reprieve. Her empty pussy clenched, wanting and needing to be filled and only Griffin would do. She clutched at his broad shoulders and wriggled her hips in provocation.

Sliding down her body, he dropped kisses along her torso and thighs before coming to a standing position on the floor in front of her. Leaning back on her elbows, she enjoyed running her gaze up and down his gorgeous body even though it was fully clothed. Peggy had been right that very first night.

The only reason a woman would kick Griffin Sawyer out of bed would be to do it with him on the floor.

Maybe they could do that next time. This time would be on the very comfortable bed.

Griffin played with the first button on his shirt and gave her a smile that took her breath away. “First question. What two colors mixed together make purple?”

What was this? Preschool? Her mind was already fogged with arousal and desire and he wanted her to think?

Shit. She blinked and tried to remember playing with paints as a kid.

“Red and blue.”

“Winner, winner,” Griffin chanted, popping each button open way too slowly. When he pulled the material apart to reveal his perfect male chest she had to bite her lip to keep from running her tongue over those perfect abs. He tossed his shirt aside and moved his hands to the buttons of his jeans.

“Question number two. Name a mammal that lays eggs.” His smirk made her want to hurl a lamp in his direction, but she could tell that he wouldn’t be swayed from this little game.

“I swear when this is over, I will kill you,” she hissed. “Slowly and painfully. Mark my words, Sheriff.”

“I’ll take my chances, Hollywood. Now answer the question.”

“Platypus, you asshole. Now strip.” Her voice had risen slightly but it sounded more strangled than pissed off. Griffin laughed and popped open each button on his fly and pushed the jeans down to his ankles before kicking them away. Clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs and white socks he should have looked ridiculous. Instead, he looked delicious, better than any of those male models that flocked together in Los Angeles, primping and preening for the cameras. This show, while frustrating as hell, was
only
for her. The public wouldn’t get to see this. Ever.

“Now for question thr–,” he began but didn’t get any further. Unable to take it any longer, she sat up and grabbed the front of his shorts, pulling him toward her until he laughingly fell on the bed next to her. She tugged at the last layer of fabric between but he obligingly put his hands over hers and shed the briefs along with his socks, letting them fall to the floor.

His impressive cock bobbed against his stomach, a pearly drop of pre-cum on the purple-red mushroom head. The thick shaft was decorated with a complicated map of dark veins and she couldn’t resist the urge to trace them first with a fingertip and then with her tongue.

Groaning, his fingers tangled in the strands of her hair but he didn’t try and direct her movements, content to let her explore. Running her tongue from base to tip, she swirled her tongue around the head over and over, his salty taste bursting on her tongue. Reversing direction, she headed for his balls, already drawn up tight to his body and laved the crinkly flesh until he cursed and moaned.

“Shit, honey. I’m going to blow if you keep that up.”

Griffin’s voice was hoarse and rough, and as tempted as she was to keep torturing him, she wanted him inside of her even more. She reluctantly pulled back and his arm swung across the bed to reach into the nightstand. Rolling on a condom, he lifted himself up so he was hovering above her, his cock nudging her slit. She gripped his biceps and slid her knees further apart. He was a big man—all over—and she was suddenly more than a little nervous.

“Are you okay, honey? You don’t look too sure about this.” His lips lightly played with her own but she knew the question was sincere. If she’d changed her mind, he’d pull away, no matter what it cost him.

“I’m a little nervous,” she confessed, looking down between them at his length and girth. She hadn’t done that well in school but the math wasn’t adding up. “Uh, you’re not a small guy, Sheriff, but I’m a small woman.”

He barked with laughter and it made his cock bob. “Honey, I’ll take this as slow as you need me to. I promise we’ll fit together just fine.”

Nodding, she closed her eyes as he began to push forward, stretching muscles she hadn’t used in a while and rubbing sensitive spots she hadn’t known she had. She exhaled slowly as he carefully pulled back and then pressed forward gently. With each stroke he gained more purchase until finally he was in to the hilt. Her toes curled at the unimaginable feeling of being completely filled by him.

“Open your eyes, Hollywood.”

Reluctantly she lifted her heavy lids only to find those silver eyes focused directly on her. He watched her every expression as they slowly fucked, the power and speed building with each thrust.

“You feel so good, honey. So good.”

He whispered praise and dirty talk in her ear while they flew to new heights together, her body moving closer and closer to orgasm as he pistoned in and out. Her nails scored his back and her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him as closely as possible. She’d never felt this close to another human in her life, never understood when people talked about becoming
one
. But they were one as they moved in unison, letting instinct take over and pushing logic away.

Tomorrow she might wonder at the intelligence of her decision but right now was all that mattered.

With each thrust his groin rubbed against her swollen clit until she exploded with pleasure. Crying out his name, she gave herself over to the waves that battered her already spent body. When he followed her over the cliff, she watched entranced as he threw his head back and groaned her name. The cords on his neck stood out in stark relief and his teeth snapped together, showing off his square jaw. He was in a word…beautiful.