Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers) (22 page)

“You do that,” she said, nodding. But would a
perfect man ever tell you he was sick and tired of hearing you bitch and moan?
Maybe.
Sighing, she realized she had yet to find a single thing about Travis she didn’t like. He was cute, fun, and helpful—hell, he was even willing to give up cookies for her.

Maybe that was it. H
e was too perfect. Perfect teeth, perfect body, perfect smile, perfect everything. Miranda was sure she could never measure up to him. For starters, she was too old. That crap about the difference in their ages not mattering was just that.
Crap.

Most people were their own worst critic, and
she was no exception. Still, in at least one respect, she knew she was right. She was too bossy. She was doing her damndest to let him do things without telling him the right way—her way, of course—and he was still hanging around. But it had only been two days. How much longer could she keep her mouth shut?

She
told herself to give the guy a chance, to give
herself
a chance. With the exception of what must have been a very brief marriage, he’d been single all his life. But had he ever lived with another woman after that? His brother had only moved in with him a few months ago—she remembered him telling her about the divorce. Could he adapt to her ways? Miranda was used to making her own decisions—Kris hadn’t meddled even when he was home. Would Travis be willing to compromise or would he try to rule the roost?

Telling
her brain to shut the fuck up, she sat down at the table while he fixed the lunch she’d intended to fix herself. She had to bite her tongue when he grilled the franks in a skillet instead of using the microwave, which is what she would have done. She was dying to fuss at him for dirtying up a skillet unnecessarily, but for once in her life she managed to keep quiet. Jade gazed up at her, her slow blink expressing her silent approval.

“What do you want on your hot dog?” he asked.

“Barbecue sauce,” she replied recklessly. She’d never eaten one that way, but it seemed like a good time to try it.

“Sounds
great.”

Oh, yeah,
he was perfect. She caught herself wishing she’d said chocolate syrup. Surely that would’ve grossed him out. Or she could’ve said she wanted the bun soaked in margarita mix.
Nah, too soggy.

Plopping her
hot dog on a plate, he reached up on top of the refrigerator for yet another of her weaknesses.
Potato chips.
She hadn’t noticed them before, but there they were, an enormous, tempting blue bag full of them. He pulled a bottle of barbecue sauce out of the fridge and squirted it on her hot dog.

“You want this on your chips, too?”

Oh, hell, why not?
“Sure.” As she watched him prepare his own lunch the same way, she decided it was no wonder he hadn’t liked the obstetrician and her gourmet tastes. He was as down-home, all-American boy as they came—he even liked apple pie. The only things missing were pickles and beer. “We can have pie for dessert. At least, I
guess
there’s some of it left.” She scratched her head, frowning. “I don’t remember having eaten all of it.”

He grinned devilishly.
“You can have all you want as long as I get to serve it.”

“And just how were you planning to do that?”
She took a bite of her hot dog, which was quite delicious.
I’ll have to remember that.
“Á lá Travis?”

“
Maybe. But I draw the line at topping it with ice cream.”

“Too cold on your dick?”

He nodded. “Might make it shrivel up and hide—and we can’t have that, can we?” Picking up another chip, he studied it as though he’d only just noticed it was splattered with barbecue sauce. “These taste great—makes me wonder why I never tried it before.”

“Glad you
like them, but you’re right; shriveling would be bad.” Aside from the fact that she could feel her waistline expanding at the mere thought of Travis covered with pie and ice cream. “Perhaps I should have you plain. You’re less fattening that way.”

He munched
on the chip, his head tilted to one side. “Do you think we can ever get through a meal without having sex?”

Aha
! That sounds like a complaint.

“Doesn
’t seem like it.” Letting out a long breath, she shook her head with mock resignation. “You might as well take those jeans off right now.” As she recalled, cock-sucking usually came sometime during the main course...although her memory
was
rather patchy.

“Maybe I need to
ration that, too—along with all the other stuff you find so irresistible.”

Nope, not perfect if he was going to make suggestions like
that.
Sex with Travis was fabulous, and the best she could tell, it was in no way detrimental to her health. She arched a skeptical brow. “Oh, really?”

He appeared to consider this
idea for a moment, then shook his head. “No, that would be too much of a hardship on
me
. I can live without cookies, but now that I know what it’s like, I don’t have any intention of rationing when it comes to you.” He swallowed the last bite of his hot dog and winked. “Hurry up and finish your lunch. We’ve got better things to do.”

She cocked her head, frowning.
“I thought you wanted to watch a movie.”

His lips curled into a seductive grin that
sent a flood of heat sluicing down to her pussy, setting her aflame with need. What this man could do to her with one smile was freakin’
scary
. “We can do that later. Right now, I want you to sit in my lap.”

“
No apple pie?”

He shook his head slowly.
“Later.”

Chapter 22

A loud purr from somewhere near his feet drew Travis’s gaze downward to Jade’s iridescent eyes. Her slow blink seemed to indicate approval, which was ridiculous.
Yeah, right, like the cat really cares what we do.
Still, he couldn’t shake the notion that approval was exactly what she was attempting to convey. With a quick shake of his head, he glanced at Miranda. “You aren’t hearing that cat talk, are you?”

“Not me.
” She crossed her heart. Twice. “I’m not crazy. Not so sure about you.”

“I could have sworn…”

She laughed lightly. “Had any recent bumps on the head?”

Frowning, he peered at the cat again. Jade ignored him and began licking her paw. “Not that I recall.”

“That’s how it is with head injuries,” Miranda said with a sage nod. “I could have conked you on the head with a skillet and since my brains are already scrambled, it’s possible that neither of us would remember it.”

“Spooky.”

“No shit.”

T
he ensuing silence made him wonder if he’d killed the mood. His dick was as stiff as ever, but that was only his
perspective. Miranda was much too hard to read—which was one of the things he liked best about her. She kept him guessing. 

Picking u
p a napkin, she wiped her mouth before taking one last sip of her tea. “So where is it I’m supposed to sit?”

Her reply seemed innocent enough, but something in her eyes and the way she licked her lips made his cock twitch and his balls ache.

I am so fucking easy.

“
Hmm…” He tapped his chin, trying to tamp down the urge to yank her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He’d certainly be glad when she was a little less…fragile. “We’ve already done the bedroom and the kitchen. The living room is next.”

“Every room, huh?
Then what? The deck?”

“Oh,
yeah
. The deck.” The notion of leaning her over the railing and nailing her from behind like he’d done that morning turned his mouth to dust.
Maybe when her ribs are stronger…

She shivered.
“Too cold. We’ll have to wait until spring.”

“
Not even in a sleeping bag?”

“
Maybe. Levi was a Boy Scout, so there might be one around here somewhere, but I have no idea where to look for it. He could probably tell you exactly
where it is. His ability to remember where things are is uncanny.”

“
I can’t wait to meet him. I mean, aside from the fact that he’s your son, he sounds…interesting.”

“
He is that.” She smiled fondly. “I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like him. He’s such a hoot—his psychiatrist used to ask him when he was going into show biz. Just wish school hadn’t been so hard for him. He can’t read worth a darn, but he can recite dialogue from a favorite movie almost word for word—not a thing wrong with his memory when it’s something he wants to remember.”

“He’s not alone there. My memory can be a bit selective at times
too.”

“Like most men,” she said
with a roll of her eyes. “Levi can tell you the names of the planets backward and forward, but ask him to read a simple sentence and he’ll get so mad the veins pop out in his neck. On the other hand, repetitive tasks don’t bore him the way they do other people. Once he gets in the habit of doing something, you don’t ever have to tell him to do it again. I think that’s one reason why they like him so much at the store.”

“Does he
visit you very often?”

“He used to come home every weekend, but lately he
’s been staying in town. He said something about a girl named Tabitha needing his help. I’m guessing she’s someone he works with. I’m hoping to see him next weekend, but who knows?”

“
Sounds like he might have found himself a girlfriend.”

“
If so, it’s a first. He’s cute, and he’s had a few crushes, but so far none of them have returned his affections.”  

Travis
knew exactly how that felt. Obviously he should’ve been more forthcoming about his own feelings—at least, with respect to Miranda. After mooning over her for so long, he still had a hard time believing he’d actually slept with her.
Thank God for flooded barns and freezing rain.
“And he’s how
old?”

“
Almost twenty-three.”

Which meant that, a
t thirty-six, Travis was only thirteen years older than her son. That fact didn’t deter him in the slightest, but he suspected it might bother Miranda. He caught her watching him, a pensive expression in her eyes and her lower lip caught between her teeth.   

“
I can almost see the calculations going on in your head.” Her gaze swept over his hair. “Levi is blond too. You could probably pass for brothers.” She paused, running a hand through her own glossy locks. “At least my hair is different enough people won’t automatically assume you’re my son or my younger brother when they see us together.”

“No one would think that
,” he insisted. “Besides, you don’t look forty-five.”

“
That’s nice to hear, but you could pass for a lot younger than thirty-six, yourself.”

“
That’s beside the point—and nine years isn’t a huge difference anyway. You see older men with younger women all the time. Granted, sometimes they seem a little ridiculous together, but I don’t believe we’ll have that problem.”

“
People will still think it’s weird.”

If he couldn’t convince her that the age difference was a non-issue, their relationship would be over before it
ever truly began. “Who gives a shit what other people think? As long as we’re happy, it’s none of their damn business.”

Her breath went out
with a sharp exhale. “True, but you know how people talk. Instead of the Widow Jackson, I’ll be Miranda the Cougar.”

Travis couldn’t help smiling. “Ah, yes, but cougars pounce, and you know how I
adore being pounced on.”

“Just wish I felt more like pouncing.”
Wincing, she held out a hand and he helped her to stand. “So, where is it we’re going? The living room?”

He stifle
d his sigh of relief. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about that.”

She winked at him, her eyes sparkling
with mischief. “Nope—momentarily distracted perhaps, but I certainly didn’t forget.”

“That’s my girl.”
Tucking her hand under his arm, he led her into the living room. Quickly shedding his clothes, he pulled a wingback chair over to face the couch. “This is the other broken rib position I mentioned.” Actually, it was one of Alan’s suggestions. Travis would’ve given him full credit if he hadn’t assumed Miranda would frown upon his having that discussion with his cousin. Somehow, he suspected she might. “It should work if your knee holds up.”

“No worries. The knee feels fine now.”

“Okay, then. I’ll sit on the sofa and you sit in my lap and hold onto that chair.” Lowering himself onto the couch, he leaned back, grinning as his cock saluted her. “You get to do the work this time.”

“Aw, but I
’m the one with broken ribs,” she lamented. “Have a heart.”

“
Try it, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll figure out something different.”

She caught her lip
between her teeth. “Just hope it doesn’t set my recovery back a week or two.”

“
Oh, I hope not… Try bending down to kiss me first—a trial run, so to speak.” He gave her a quick wink. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the nightie.”

S
he started to pull her gown over her head, but paused to glance down at Jade. The black cat sat on the floor nearby, gazing up at Miranda with a firm, unyielding expression, her pose as regal as that of an Egyptian deity.

“You two are
ganging up on me.” Snatching off her gown, Miranda tossed it in the cat’s direction. “Just remember, you’re my cat, not his.”

He
probably should’ve been concerned about whether or not she’d actually heard the cat speaking to her, but the sight of Miranda’s shapely ass distracted him completely. “My God, you’re gorgeous.”

“No, I’m not.”
Turning, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I don’t feel…comfortable doing this in broad daylight.”

He let his gaze roam over her body, wishing he could move her arms aside with the power of his eyes alone.
“From my perspective, this is a vast improvement over doing it in the dark.”

H
er gaze heated his skin as it swept over him, lingering on his cock before flicking back to his face. “When you put it that way, I’ll have to admit, I like being able to see you. But I’m sure you look a damn sight better than I do.”

“That
’s your opinion. I’d say we were about even in the looks department.”

She huffed out a breath.
“You need glasses.”

“And
you
need a better mirror.” His cock pulsed, sending a bead of pre-cum spurting from his slit. In another moment, he’d have to take matters into his own hands. “Now, would you
please
kiss me before I lose my mind?”

Travis met her halfway as she leaned closer, her
full, succulent breasts swaying toward him. Her kiss was soft and wet as she delved deeply into the recesses of his mouth, drawing a groan from him as her tongue slid past his in a sensuous caress. She affected him like no one else ever had. One kiss from her was worth a thousand from any other woman—a nuclear bomb compared to a firecracker. Cupping her breasts, he savored their weight and the satiny smoothness of her skin, loving the way her nipples responded to his touch.

Trailing kisses down her neck, he
moved on to the warm softness of her breasts, burying his face in the deep valley between them—licking, sucking, kissing—before capturing a nipple in his mouth.

T
he quiver of her body’s response drove him on to suckle the other firm nub. His cock was on fire, but he’d already been selfish enough. Wanting nothing more than to make her moan, he also knew that licking her all over would be a treat he would remember for a long, long time.

Without warning, she turned around, presenting her shapely backside to him
. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to close his eyes to regain control. Now was
not
the time to come all over her ass. Positioning her between his legs, he grasped her hips and eased her down onto his cock.

Smooth as silk and hot as melted b
utter, her pussy held him in a fervent embrace. His head fell back and his mouth dropped open as a sigh escaped his lips, turning his words into more of a groan than actual speech. “You feel
so
good…”

He hardly dared to look at her as h
e held her hips in his hands, her back curved in a delicate arch, tapering to her waist before flaring out to her luscious bottom.

Miranda is
sitting on my prick, fucking me.
He bit his lip, trying desperately to hang onto the last few shreds of control he possessed.

Bracing her hands on the
chair, she rocked up and down on him, rising up until his cock nearly slipped out before slowly gliding back down—again and again, ratcheting the tension ever higher, ever tighter. When she sat down hard, circling her hips, grinding his cock inside her, he got the moan he was waiting for.
The first of many.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “
Oh, wow…”

“You li
ke fucking me, don’t you?”

She nodded, shifting into the opposite rotation. “
Fabulous
cock… Feels like it belongs there.”

“That’s because it
does
belong there.” Wiggling his ass, he pushed upward, seeking the deepest penetration possible. “Fuck me, Miranda. Fuck my stiff dick and make me come. Then I’m gonna do it to you.”

And
she did. Up and down, back and forth, and sideways. Travis has never been so thoroughly fucked in his life. With his eyes riveted to her beautiful backside, he held her hips in his hands as she swiveled them in his lap, driving him inexorably toward his climax. Moments later, indescribable ecstasy engulfed him, his head snapping back as he came with a cry.

With a firm grip on her thighs, he held
her against him as his cock flooded her core with spurt after spurt of semen. The added slickness served as a reminder that there was more to this than his own elation; she needed to feel it too. He allowed himself a few minutes to savor the blissful sensations, letting his mind clear before relaxing his hold on her. He could have sat there for days with her heat wrapped around his cock, but at last, she leaned forward and rose from her seat, her pussy glistening with his cum.

“Now it’s my turn
.” Stretching out the full length of the sofa, he helped her to straddle his head, placing her left foot on the ground, while resting the opposite knee beside his shoulder.