Cowboy Trouble (The McCord Brothers 1.5) by Delores Fossen
Authors: Delores Fossen
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, series, Western, Short-Story, Texas, ranch hand, cowboy, Bachelor, sensual, Novella, opposites attract, second chance, Past, elopement, Forever Love, Single Woman, Hearts Desire, Mistake, Spring Hill, Cattle Operation, Quickie Divorce, Still Married, Can't Marry, Father Chooses, Runion, Twelve Years, Rekindle Romance
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and he kissed her right, as well.
He circled her nipples with his tongue.
Natalie seemed to like that a lot because she called him a bad name and used her knee to slide against his crotch. All in all, that was right, too. For a couple of seconds anyway, but then it became too right and would have put a faster end to this if Rico hadn’t stopped it. If this was going to be a onetime deal, then he wanted more than a blink of foreplay.
He flipped her again, this time with him on his back so that she wouldn’t be able to give him a knee-job.
Bad idea.
Really bad.
Natalie pinned his arms to the bed, and with that naughty glint in her eyes, she went after his neck. It was a very sensitive spot for him. Not as sensitive as the spot she chose next. His chest. She yanked open his shirt and had a go at circling parts of him with her tongue, too. Rico gritted his teeth, tried to steel himself for the onslaught of sensations. He was winning.
Until her mouth went to the front of his jeans.
Except it was really the front of his boxers since Natalie had managed to get him unzipped. Yeah, there was a millimeter of cotton between him and her hot mouth, but Rico still felt it as if they were bare-assed naked.
Which happened next.
Foreplay sucked when it was time for sex, and he got his hands free so he could do another flip. So he could also strip off her clothes. Natalie laughed like a loon, battling his clothes as if this had turned into a race.
Rico won.
But that was only because his cowboy boots slowed her down. However, it did create an interesting body position with Natalie’s head on his boxers while she tugged at the boots.
Rico didn’t help her. He had his own chore to do. While she wriggled him out of his jeans, he maneuvered himself to the nightstand and fished through the drawer to get a condom. By the time he opened the wrapper, Natalie had rid him of his boots, his jeans, his boxers.
And she kissed him in the best place.
Except it was wrong. Because he was already primed and ready to go, and her mouth would put a much-too-quick end to this. That meant more maneuvering, another flip with her on top of him. He barely got the condom on before she slid down onto him.
And the world tipped on it axis.
Yeah, he remembered this, but he still got that jolt of surprise. The word came again.
Right.
Sex was usually good, no matter the partner, but with Natalie, it was r word.
It was selfish of him to let her do all the work, but watching her was spellbinding along with mind-blowing. The way she looked when she slid against him. Her eyes partly closed. Her mouth partly open. And that little smile.
Maybe this was the r word for her, too.
Rico caught on to her hips. Not that she needed help. She knew exactly what to do. And even though he’d been the one to start this, Natalie was the one who finished it.
Natalie finished things for both of them.
* * *
N ATALIE OPENED HER eyes. And she nearly screamed because she thought she’d gone blind. There was also a tingling sound in her ears.
Rico’s bedroom was pitch-dark, not even a thread of light coming in through the curtains. That was when she realized there was no blindness involved. It was night. There wasn’t anything wrong with her ears, either. It was raining on the house’s tin roof. A relaxing sound under normal circumstances.
This wasn’t normal.
She rolled over, checked the clock on Rico’s nightstand—8:30 p.m. Where the heck had the day gone? She’d only intended to rest for a couple of minutes after their second round of sex. Instead, she’d crashed for hours.
Groaning, she got up. Or rather she tried to, but Rico just hooked his arm around her and pulled her back to him. Natalie didn’t put up much of a fight. Though she should have. She should squeeze back into her clothes, have him drive her to the McCord Ranch so she could get her car and go home.
“It’s late,” she whispered. “And it’s raining. I need to leave because it’ll
He circled her nipples with his tongue.
Natalie seemed to like that a lot because she called him a bad name and used her knee to slide against his crotch. All in all, that was right, too. For a couple of seconds anyway, but then it became too right and would have put a faster end to this if Rico hadn’t stopped it. If this was going to be a onetime deal, then he wanted more than a blink of foreplay.
He flipped her again, this time with him on his back so that she wouldn’t be able to give him a knee-job.
Bad idea.
Really bad.
Natalie pinned his arms to the bed, and with that naughty glint in her eyes, she went after his neck. It was a very sensitive spot for him. Not as sensitive as the spot she chose next. His chest. She yanked open his shirt and had a go at circling parts of him with her tongue, too. Rico gritted his teeth, tried to steel himself for the onslaught of sensations. He was winning.
Until her mouth went to the front of his jeans.
Except it was really the front of his boxers since Natalie had managed to get him unzipped. Yeah, there was a millimeter of cotton between him and her hot mouth, but Rico still felt it as if they were bare-assed naked.
Which happened next.
Foreplay sucked when it was time for sex, and he got his hands free so he could do another flip. So he could also strip off her clothes. Natalie laughed like a loon, battling his clothes as if this had turned into a race.
Rico won.
But that was only because his cowboy boots slowed her down. However, it did create an interesting body position with Natalie’s head on his boxers while she tugged at the boots.
Rico didn’t help her. He had his own chore to do. While she wriggled him out of his jeans, he maneuvered himself to the nightstand and fished through the drawer to get a condom. By the time he opened the wrapper, Natalie had rid him of his boots, his jeans, his boxers.
And she kissed him in the best place.
Except it was wrong. Because he was already primed and ready to go, and her mouth would put a much-too-quick end to this. That meant more maneuvering, another flip with her on top of him. He barely got the condom on before she slid down onto him.
And the world tipped on it axis.
Yeah, he remembered this, but he still got that jolt of surprise. The word came again.
Right.
Sex was usually good, no matter the partner, but with Natalie, it was r word.
It was selfish of him to let her do all the work, but watching her was spellbinding along with mind-blowing. The way she looked when she slid against him. Her eyes partly closed. Her mouth partly open. And that little smile.
Maybe this was the r word for her, too.
Rico caught on to her hips. Not that she needed help. She knew exactly what to do. And even though he’d been the one to start this, Natalie was the one who finished it.
Natalie finished things for both of them.
* * *
N ATALIE OPENED HER eyes. And she nearly screamed because she thought she’d gone blind. There was also a tingling sound in her ears.
Rico’s bedroom was pitch-dark, not even a thread of light coming in through the curtains. That was when she realized there was no blindness involved. It was night. There wasn’t anything wrong with her ears, either. It was raining on the house’s tin roof. A relaxing sound under normal circumstances.
This wasn’t normal.
She rolled over, checked the clock on Rico’s nightstand—8:30 p.m. Where the heck had the day gone? She’d only intended to rest for a couple of minutes after their second round of sex. Instead, she’d crashed for hours.
Groaning, she got up. Or rather she tried to, but Rico just hooked his arm around her and pulled her back to him. Natalie didn’t put up much of a fight. Though she should have. She should squeeze back into her clothes, have him drive her to the McCord Ranch so she could get her car and go home.
“It’s late,” she whispered. “And it’s raining. I need to leave because it’ll
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