Cocky Cowboy: A Second Chance Romance (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 3) by Faleena Hopkins Page B
Authors: Faleena Hopkins
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I decide to wait on coffee and take advantage of what little time I have left.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I find her back asleep. Her naked body is shifted toward me now. The blanket has slipped down, exposing a breast held softly by gravity. Her pink lips are open and as I watch her lightly snoring I cross my arms over my white tank, old jeans hanging low without the belt.
She looks like a fuckin’ angel, that’s the problem.
Tearing off my clothes I climb in with her.
She mews like a cat as my naked body enfolds hers.
She smells like my pine-scented soap, but her own smell is mixed in. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes and swear inwardly that I am not ready for these feelings, especially not under the circumstances.
Maybe not ever.
Half in dreamland Rachel Sawyer presses her ass into me and murmurs something unintelligible. My cock has chosen to ignore my mind’s reservations. It only remembers the four times it was inside her. She moans, as my erection grows more urgent.
“I know you’re sore,” I rasp into her shoulder.
“You feel amazing, Jaxson. I’ll warm up. Don’t stop.”
Those words are an aphrodisiac to any man, but to me they’re a dissolving of my doubts, at least for the time being.
I flip her onto her stomach and slip my fingers slowly into her cunt until I get her wet and moaning with desire for more, angling her so that when I position myself behind her I can get in deep.
Slipping my cock inch-by-inch into her slippery pussy, Rachel writhes, moving like she knows what I like to see – a woman who loves what I feel like and how I move.
She grabs onto the hand that’s gripping her hip, her elbow bent high. Her fingers trap mine there and I squeeze back as I thrust slowly, loving the gorgeous view of her body.
She grabs onto my headboard and I keep moving slow and steady, knowing she’s sore, until her body gives in to me completely.
She cries out as we cum together. “Holy shit,” I moan as the pulses rack through our bodies.
We’ve done that all four times last night, even the shower. It’s taken me to a whole new level of confusion at how I’m going to be able to let her go. It’s not that sex is everything, it’s that this kind of connection isn’t common. I’ve never felt it before.
I’m good in bed. Anyone I’ve been with will tell you that.
Mostly, because I love it. All of it.
But simultaneous orgasms are not an ‘every time’ thing. Especially not the first night you’re with someone. Not unless something greater than just sex is going on. I feel that with her. There’s an energy between us that is tearing me apart and putting me back together.
In the aftermath of this slow morning fuck we kiss for a long time until suddenly her smile fades.
“I have to call my mom.”
“I know. Mine texted me already.”
Rachel makes a face. “Are you serious?”
“She thought I was going to stay the night in Atlanta. So did I.”
Laughing, Rachel asks, “So…you got us in trouble with our parents is what you’re saying?”
Stroking her naked body as I remain inside her, I say on a low laugh, “Yep. Guess no T.V. for a week.”
“Oh please! You never got in trouble. That was always me!”
“Parents are more lenient with boys.”
Rachel stares at my smile and reaches up to touch my nose. “I like how you’ve grown up.”
Like I’m going to say something sweet I lean in to whisper in her ear, “When did the braces come off, Jaws?”
She hoots at my reference to the bad guy in James Bond’s Moonraker . “You used to call me that! I forgot. That was so mean!”
Staring down into her smiling face, I ask the question that’s been gnawing at me, “When’s your flight?”
Her smile falters as she blinks at me. “You knew I was leaving today?”
“I do now.” I push a lock of sandy-brown hair from her forehead, tracing her skin. “What do you do there, Rachel? For a living.”
“I’m a writer,” she whispers. “Editorials
I decide to wait on coffee and take advantage of what little time I have left.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I find her back asleep. Her naked body is shifted toward me now. The blanket has slipped down, exposing a breast held softly by gravity. Her pink lips are open and as I watch her lightly snoring I cross my arms over my white tank, old jeans hanging low without the belt.
She looks like a fuckin’ angel, that’s the problem.
Tearing off my clothes I climb in with her.
She mews like a cat as my naked body enfolds hers.
She smells like my pine-scented soap, but her own smell is mixed in. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes and swear inwardly that I am not ready for these feelings, especially not under the circumstances.
Maybe not ever.
Half in dreamland Rachel Sawyer presses her ass into me and murmurs something unintelligible. My cock has chosen to ignore my mind’s reservations. It only remembers the four times it was inside her. She moans, as my erection grows more urgent.
“I know you’re sore,” I rasp into her shoulder.
“You feel amazing, Jaxson. I’ll warm up. Don’t stop.”
Those words are an aphrodisiac to any man, but to me they’re a dissolving of my doubts, at least for the time being.
I flip her onto her stomach and slip my fingers slowly into her cunt until I get her wet and moaning with desire for more, angling her so that when I position myself behind her I can get in deep.
Slipping my cock inch-by-inch into her slippery pussy, Rachel writhes, moving like she knows what I like to see – a woman who loves what I feel like and how I move.
She grabs onto the hand that’s gripping her hip, her elbow bent high. Her fingers trap mine there and I squeeze back as I thrust slowly, loving the gorgeous view of her body.
She grabs onto my headboard and I keep moving slow and steady, knowing she’s sore, until her body gives in to me completely.
She cries out as we cum together. “Holy shit,” I moan as the pulses rack through our bodies.
We’ve done that all four times last night, even the shower. It’s taken me to a whole new level of confusion at how I’m going to be able to let her go. It’s not that sex is everything, it’s that this kind of connection isn’t common. I’ve never felt it before.
I’m good in bed. Anyone I’ve been with will tell you that.
Mostly, because I love it. All of it.
But simultaneous orgasms are not an ‘every time’ thing. Especially not the first night you’re with someone. Not unless something greater than just sex is going on. I feel that with her. There’s an energy between us that is tearing me apart and putting me back together.
In the aftermath of this slow morning fuck we kiss for a long time until suddenly her smile fades.
“I have to call my mom.”
“I know. Mine texted me already.”
Rachel makes a face. “Are you serious?”
“She thought I was going to stay the night in Atlanta. So did I.”
Laughing, Rachel asks, “So…you got us in trouble with our parents is what you’re saying?”
Stroking her naked body as I remain inside her, I say on a low laugh, “Yep. Guess no T.V. for a week.”
“Oh please! You never got in trouble. That was always me!”
“Parents are more lenient with boys.”
Rachel stares at my smile and reaches up to touch my nose. “I like how you’ve grown up.”
Like I’m going to say something sweet I lean in to whisper in her ear, “When did the braces come off, Jaws?”
She hoots at my reference to the bad guy in James Bond’s Moonraker . “You used to call me that! I forgot. That was so mean!”
Staring down into her smiling face, I ask the question that’s been gnawing at me, “When’s your flight?”
Her smile falters as she blinks at me. “You knew I was leaving today?”
“I do now.” I push a lock of sandy-brown hair from her forehead, tracing her skin. “What do you do there, Rachel? For a living.”
“I’m a writer,” she whispers. “Editorials
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