For the Love of His Cowgirl [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Starla Kaye
eBook Category: Erotica/Fetish Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: For the Love of His Cowgirl is one of seven stories in the Cowboys In Charge anthology from Black Velvet Seductions. Amber missed the fun little games she and Adam used to play. There never seemed to be time for steamy sex, or even the spankings he'd occasionally given her for various infractions of rules or for misbehavior. Could she entice him back, get the dwindling fires of their love going again?
eBook Publisher: Black Velvet Seductions Publishing Company, Published: 2011, 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2012
For the Love of His Cowgirl
The sound of water running and Amber's off-key singing pulled Adam from the bare edges of sleep. He opened one eyelid and glanced at the digital clock next to him. Not quite five o'clock in the morning. What the heck was she doing up already? Wasn't it Saturday? Didn't they sleep in on the weekends? Oh yeah, that had been in his other life.
He rolled to his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head. Sleep. He really, really needed it. Instead of sleeping, he'd spent the night mentally going over the specs for the new breeding plan and the new horse barn. It seemed like his brain never had a chance to shut down anymore. There was always one issue or another to take care of on a ranch. It was wearing him down.
Tune it all out. Forget the ranch for another hour or so. Ignore your naked wife in there under the shower, water dripping over that sweet body. Shut down.
Instead he thought about how excited they'd been to move here to his family's ranch this summer. Been being the key word for him.Amber still was. His enthusiasm had faded after the first couple of months and a lot of sore muscles. No, he supposed, he was still enthusiastic, he was just tired. It had been a lot easier being the accountant for the family ranch and living in Oklahoma City. He'd been satisfied playing at being a cowboy now and then. But when he and his sister had put their dad in a nursing home, they'd needed to figure out what to do with the ranch. He'd honestly been tempted to sell it, even if this had been the Powell Ranch for almost two hundred years. Amber and Josie had ganged up on him, worn him down. So here he was, back where he'd grown up, back where he'd sworn he wouldn't ever live again.
He sighed. His brain started getting fuzzy. He'd almost managed to nod off when the bathroom door opened and light hit him where the pillow failed to cover his head. He scowled and started to tug the pillow lower, but then he caught sight of Amber in the doorway. She was all curvy, naked woman. His naked woman.
She looked straight at him, clearly aware that she had his full attention. She stood there so damn tempting, slowly brushing the blond hair that fell nearly to her waist. His mouth watered. Want, desire, need fired through him. And the brat knew it. She went right on brushing her hair, smiling sassily at him.
"Stop teasing me," he growled, turning to his side. He tried to remember the last time they'd played any kind of teasing game. Then he tried to remember the last time they'd even made love. Their crazy busy life with everything that needed to be done around the ranch had taken its toll on their marriage. "Come here."
She took her sweet time putting the brush down, stopping to turn on the light by the dresser, and then strolling toward him. The sight of her wearing nothing but a crooked smile and a hint of mischief in her eyes was killing him. He had a bad feeling about this. It was clear that she was in the mood to have her way with him, including torturing him. Sweet brat.
"So, cowboy, ready for a ride?" She stopped close to his side of the bed, toyed with some long strands of her hair that teased one of her nipples. Smiling, she casually thumbed that nipple and it pebbled.
He swallowed hard, unable to look away from where she flicked the nipple again. He shoved the covers aside and shifted until he sat on the edge of the bed. "I'd been thinking about sleeping a little longer, but it appears my cowgirl wants to play." So did he.
Her gaze heated and she focused on his thick rod standing tall and proud. "It's been a while and I've missed my boy toy."
"Your 'boy toy' has missed you, too."
Her pretty pink tongue slipped out to run over the crease of her heart-shaped mouth. She knew he liked when she did that. Then she moved one of her hands to the apex of her legs, holding his gaze as she eased her fingers toward the place he ached to be inside.
"Oh, sweetheart." He thought he just might explode if he didn't touch her soon. "Come here," he repeated.
Of course she didn't obey. She only moved enough to shift her legs slightly apart and continued sliding her fingers between her legs. She stopped and grinned impishly as she pushed a finger inside herself. "Is that an order?"
He wanted to pull that finger to his mouth, suck the taste of her off it. He wanted to drive deep where that finger had been. His place.
Heaven...Hell. He was caught somewhere in between. She danced her fingers along her soft folds, sighed quietly.
He groaned, gripping his throbbing shaft. One stroke and a bead of cum dribbled from his cock head. It had been too damn long since he'd felt her pressing all around him, squeezing him to give her more. He wasn't going to last for much more of her game.
"Get your ass over here, cowgirl," he growled, pumping his rod once again. "It's time to saddle up."
Ornery woman that she was, she still didn't move closer. She simply began caressing one breast and fingering her cunt with the other hand. He could barely breathe watching her, pumping his cock again.
After a few seconds, she trembled. Her eyes started to glaze over in her obvious arousal. Breathlessly, she asked, "What if I don't?"
He let go of his cock and stretched out to pull her to him. Her scent made his nostrils flare and made his heart race. He reached around and cupped her butt with his hands as she leaned against him. Her breasts were at mouth level and so damn tempting.
Instead of tasting those beauties, he squeezed her cheeks. "I'm thinking you need a good fucking." Only when they played did he talk coarsely to her. Any other time he was a gentleman cowboy and she was his lady. "A long, hard fucking."
She moaned in response. Her swollen breasts pressed against him. "Are you man enough?"
"Damn right I am." He bit down on the closest nipple. Her breathing turned ragged, and her hands threaded into his hair. He released the taut bud and massaged her cheeks again. "I'm thinking this ass needs some attention, too. A nice warming to start off this cold December day."
She nibbled his ear, which always made him shudder. Then she giggled and looked at him with pure sin dancing in her eyes. "Have I been a naughty cowgirl?"
Adam slapped one quivering buttock. "I'm hoping you'll get a lot naughtier," he said on a husky breath. "Have your wicked way with me."
"You should be careful what you ask for." She pushed him backward, grinning as he blinked up at her. "Move, cowboy. I've got a serious need to..." She winked and he couldn't scramble back fast enough.