The Curvy Vet and the Billionaire Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) (7 page)

He moved down my body, trailing a lazy “S” of kisses across my stomach. Then he explored the curve of my mons, following the soft skin I kept shaved until he reached the little strip of auburn hair. His lips, hard and insistent, touched me through the soft curls, still wet from the lake. He kissed his way down to my clit, breathing lightly on it, stroking it with just the very edge of his lips until I thrashed and moaned, squirming in the grass to get him to come closer. Very delicately, he drew the tip of his tongue down my lips and up the other side, over and over, until I felt myself part for him, showing the liquid heat inside. He went back to my clit, twisting the end of his tongue around and around it while his thumb teased my opening, and spiraled higher and higher, rushing towards a climax. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, not wanting it to happen too soon, wanting him inside me, but he gently took my wrists and pushed them back down to the grass. He glanced up at me just once, a look in his eyes that made me go weak inside. He wanted me to come first.

He took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slowly licking, building up into a rhythm, and my climax began to shake and boil inside me. My heels were digging into the grass, my shoulders crushing it beneath me as I arched up to meet him. I came in a sudden rush that left me gasping, face lifted towards him, mouth open and panting as the release slammed through me, a black explosion in my brain.

I slumped back down and stared at him as he sat back on his heels. His cock was stiffly erect, up almost against his stomach. He gazed at me and I knew without words what he was asking. I nodded.

He pushed my thighs a little farther apart. I could feel my lips part again, open and ready for him. The shining, bulbous had of his cock came closer, the slit gleaming.

Something sparked in my brain, a lifetime’s training in
being sensible
kicking in. “Condom,” I said.

He just looked down at me and smiled. He was panting as hard as I was.

I remembered the conversation by the campfire.
Oh my God…he meant it.
The thought of that was as much a turn on as it was scary. He really wanted kids…
with me.

“I’m serious,” I said. “I’m not on the pill.”

His expression didn’t change.

A deep, dark heat washed through me. I looked down at my stomach, at the place I would swell if it happened.
This is nuts. I need to be sensible.

But I’d been sensible all my life. And look where that had got me.

He’d positioned himself so that the head of his cock was just shy of grazing my lips. I swallowed, glanced down…and nodded.

He moved forward and the head just brushed my wet lips. Everything was super-sensitive. I could feel the beads of water still trickling down my inner thighs. The cool air on my folds, still warmly wet from his mouth. The head of his cock was as gossamer-smooth as it had looked and the feel of it, caressing my slickened lips and then nuzzling between them, made me want to hammer my fists on the ground it felt so good. He’d released my wrists, now, and I stretched my arms up above my head instead. “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

He didn’t plunge straight into me. He slid smoothly forward, letting the head penetrate me millimeter by millimeter, and the thickness of it started to make me gasp. I’d been right about his size, and how it would feel. There was no pain, but I could feel his size opening me wide, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as he eased into me. I stared up at him, our eyes locking. I could see in his eyes how it felt, how sliding into my hot wetness was for him. And staring into mine, I knew he could see my tiny reactions to his cock: a widening of my eyes as his width stretched me, a little jerk of pleasure as he slid deeper. We didn’t need to speak. Everything we needed to say was right there in our gazes.

And then he drew his head back and groaned, and I gasped, because the head had slid fully into me and my body was closing around the shaft, drawing him into me. It felt incredible. Hard and hot and gloriously thick inside me. We stopped there, just breathing and taking it in.
He’s inside me. He’s actually inside me.
The thought made my head spin.

He leaned forward and kissed me, slow and soft, his tongue doing a slow dance with mine. I could taste myself on him. He trailed the back of one hand slowly up my body, lifting my breast and letting it bob back down. His fingers smoothed the hair back from my cheek. “God,” he said, “you’re so beautiful.”

I looked up at those gorgeous, chocolate-brown eyes, at the full swell of his pecs and the hardness of his arms. They stood hard as iron either side of my head, imprisoning me, and I didn’t want to escape. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him how beautiful he was, so beautiful it hurt, because I couldn’t put it into words. I just reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into another kiss, my pants for air mixing with his as we devoured each other.

He began to move while our lips were still joined. Slow at first, sliding millimeter by millimeter into me, that thick shaft hard as steel as it opened me up deeper and deeper. I could feel that he wasn’t using a condom—for the first time ever, I knew the satiny texture of a cock’s skin, the raw heat of it blazing inside me. He slid deeper and I imagined the head, glistening inside me, parting my walls as it moved forward, primed like a weapon. I swallowed hard as I thought of the implications.

His hips were moving far up between mine, now, pushing my thighs apart, nestling in closer and closer to me as he went deeper. I could feel him moving…God,
moving…deep!
Spreading me inside where I hadn’t been before, reaching my most secret places.

He pulled back a little, and the silken rush of him moving out made me suck in air hard through my nostrils. He pistoned back in, faster now, and this time I felt him go even deeper, my ass rising up off the grass a little in response. Everything was tight and hot and God, so wet. As he drew back again, my hands came up and grabbed at his sides, the muscles hard under my fingers, his skin still wet from the lake. I gasped and swallowed. “Y—Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”

Maybe it was the whisper that inflamed him. I saw his eyes go hazy with lust. He drew back and thrust again and I let out a loud, hard groan as he went deeper still. Another pump of his hips and—

My eyes snapped wide. My ass clenched, clutching at the ground. I could feel him right up inside me, the head nudging the soft wall of my limits, and it felt incredible. He was staring down at me just as intently. I’ve never felt so completely connected to someone, so
together.

And then he began to thrust. Slow, languid strokes at first, letting me get used to his size. I drew in my breath each time he went into me, feeling myself filled…completely. Then a gasp and a moan as he stroked back out, the feel of the head caressing my satiny walls making me clutch at him.

He set up a rhythm and I felt myself bring my knees up, the soles of my bare feet on the grass. My hands explored the muscles of his back and then slid down to his ass. It was as hard and smooth as I’d imagined it, the muscles flexing under my fingers as he thrust and thrust. The pleasure was building inside me, and every time it climbed higher my senses came even more alive. It started to cascade, unstoppable, until my hips lifted off the grass and began to circle around him. He gave a cry of surprise that turned into a groan of pleasure, and began to go faster.

His groin was slapping into mine and I could feel the wiry contact of hair at his base each time he went all the way into me. I dug my fingers hard into his ass, urging him on. Both of us were panting now, skin glowing, staring straight into each other’s eyes as we neared our peaks. The pleasure was spiraling faster and tighter, folding back on itself, making me want to scream.

I saw his lips draw back from his teeth. He was trying to say something, but he couldn’t spare the breath—it was taking every ounce of effort he had just to hold back. “Do you want,” he gasped at last, “me to pull out?”

His cock was slamming into me, loaded and ready and so hot and hard. I could feel my own climax rushing towards me, bearing down on me like a wave. “No,” I said in a high, tight voice.

I saw the lust grow in his eyes. He gave two more quick thrusts and buried himself deep—

I felt it. The hot, thick spurt I’d never known before, right up against my limits. That sensation alone sent me over the edge, and as the orgasm began to hit I felt myself clench hard around him. He groaned, shooting again and again, and my hands locked tight around his shoulders, pulling him down to me as I spasmed around his cock. I felt my toes dig hard into the ground, digging furrows, as my back arched and my breasts pressed up into him. My chest came up off the ground and I jammed myself tight against him, every part of us in contact from groin to neck, and then he kissed me and it was complete. I cried out into his mouth as the wave of pleasure broke over me and then flooded through me, making me writhe and tremble. It left me limp in its wake. I had to keep clinging onto Russ’s shoulders, or I would have fallen back to the grass.

He leaned forward and gently let me down, kissing me hard and then more and more softly. When he eventually drew back, we stared at each other.

“Wow,” he said.

He rolled off me and then turned me, his huge hands on my waist, so that we were lying on our sides with him behind me. He wound an arm around and cuddled me.

“I’ve never…like that,” I said, because I hadn’t.

He kissed the back of my neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I just lay there numbly, trying to process what had just happened. Had I really just done that?
With a guy I’d only met the day before? And…God, we hadn’t used protection!

The warm afterglow of the orgasm pushed the worries back and I snuggled into his chest. For a while, the warmth of him was enough to push back the chill of the evening, but after a few minutes the chill began to win. And the worries began to ooze back.

What. The hell. Did I just do?

This wasn’t me. This wasn’t Amanda Sansom, who ate lunch in the lab because she didn’t want everyone staring at her in the break room. Who worked late instead of going out to bars and clubs because it was better not to try than to go out and come home alone. I didn’t attract men…certainly not men like
him!
But by some miracle, I had. And, presented with that chance, I’d jumped in feet first…and maybe ruined it. You weren’t meant to have sex on the first date…and this wasn’t even a date! And sex without a condom.... I worked through the dates. There was a chance I could actually get pregnant! Pregnant by a guy I barely knew! That was another whole side to this thing—him saying he wanted kids. I couldn’t be some country wife, living in Wyoming!

“You okay?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.

“Um-hmm,” I lied, eyes wide and staring.

He kissed me just behind the ear. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Everything will be fine.”

That reassured me. For about five seconds.

“I’m not some guy who uses women and runs off,” he said. “I want you, Amanda. The whole nine yards. I want you here in Wyoming with me.” He kissed me again. “We can get married. We’ll fly your friends in from Atlanta—”

I twisted around to look at him. “
What?!”

“Don’t worry about the cost. And I can help you get a job here. And—”

I jumped to my feet and started grabbing for my clothes. “This has been a mistake,” I said. “Oh, God, this is horrible.” I found my panties and pulled them on, then my jeans.

“Amanda?” He was on his feet, still naked. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s
wrong?!
You’re already planning our wedding and we haven’t—I don’t even—” I ran out of words, so I just gaped at him. Then I pulled on my bra and tank top, pushed my feet into my boots and started walking.

“Amanda?” He didn’t sound angry, just worried. “Where are you going?”

I was having a full-on freak out, now. “I don’t belong here,” I said. “This isn’t me! I can’t give you some down-home, cutesy-pie country life with apple pie and…and…
lassoes!”
It was all I could think of. “I like Starbucks and department stores and
people
and places where no one knows each other!”

I ran over to Constantine and started to untether him. Russ had grabbed his jeans and was pulling them on as he hurried after me. “Amanda! Don’t! This is crazy! Do you even know the way back?”

I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m not sure I was thinking at all. “I’ll…figure it out!” I said, swinging up into Constantine’s saddle. “I just need to be alone. I need to just—” I was breathing in hard, but I didn’t seem to be getting any air. “I just need to—”

“Amanda,” he said quietly, “You’re having a panic attack. Calm. Down.”

I was shaking my head. I could hardly hear him. I kicked my heels softly against Constantine’s sides and he started to move off. I saw Russ glance between me and Caesar, wondering, I knew, whether he should try to chase me on foot or stop and untether his horse. I urged Constantine into a trot. I hadn’t been aware that I was crying, but I could feel the wind cooling the hot tears on my cheeks.
I just need to get away,
I thought.
Lose myself in the mountains. It’ll all be fine once I’m alone again. That’s how I should be: alone.