Once with a Cowboy: Loving Day Collection (One Night Only Book 1) by Selena Illyria

settled once more.
                  “Careful, honey.” He gripped her hips tighter just in case.
                  “I know.” She pushed back and bent down to lick his nipple with quick flicks. “Now sometimes I find myself so caught up in how strong you are, reminding me of all the times I’ve kissed my way across this strong…wide…chest,” her words were interspersed with kisses as she traced the tattoo of prowling storm clouds down his side. He tried to keep still and not pull away but failed when she got to the part of his chest where the ribs ended. He let out a yelp and laughed.
                  “Whoa, there, baby. I’m sorry.”
                  She chortled and placed her hands on his chest, drawing his attention to the way her breasts plumped together. “I’m sorry, I did it on purpose. Ready for more, or do you need a minute?”
                  He shook his head. “Keep going, baby.” Even though he wanted to stop her, lift up her breasts and suck on her nipples until he could have her squirming and panting for him.
                  Their phones buzzed; his from the nightstand and hers from the purse. Annoyance rose up. He glanced at the clock, seven in the morning and sent up a silent prayer it wasn’t his mom warning him of one of his aunt’s impromptu drive-bys. This was not the way he wanted to start off his day.
                  He reached over and grabbed his phone while she scrambled off the bed. They answered at the same time.
                  “Hey pumpkin, sorry to call you so early, but your Aunt Patty is coming by.” The doorbell rang, drowning out his mothers words. Aw hell!
                  “Mom! Shit!” Ty leapt off the mattress only to fall, hitting his head on the floor as his legs got tangled up in the sheets.
                  “Tyler Alexander Smith, don’t you take that tone with me. I am your mother and I will not hesitate to drive all the way from San Antonio to come whoop your butt with a switch.”
                  Shame burned inside of him, setting his face aflame. “Sorry, Momma,” he muttered.
                  “I didn’t hear you.” Her tone brokered no argument.
                  “I’m sorry, Momma.” His voice came out low and pitiful as the bell pealed again.
                  “Apology accepted, now go answer the door for your Aunt Patsy. She brought over some fresh biscuits with that awful fake butter. Lord, knows she needs to lose weight and all, but really? Subjecting us to that health stuff they call butter.” His mother snorted. “Anyway, I just called to warn you. Have fun with Vanessa.”
                  “I will, Momma.” He hung up, tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed his pants and pulled them on.
                  Vanessa paced on the far side of the room, head down, conversation in muted tones. She glanced up. “I’ll join you in a second.” Worry creased the corner of her eyes and formed brackets at the end of her mouth. It was too early in the day for her to be this worried. She must be talking to her family, he thought. It was the only reason he could think of to put her in so foul a mood this early. He rushed over and, pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll rush right back and make that frown disappear.”
                  She never spoke of her parents but he knew based on past experience she either shut the talk down, refusing to speak to them when they called the bar for her or avoided speaking about them all together.
                  “You better,” she whispered.
                  He pounded down the stairs to find his aunt hammering on the door. “Boy, wake up, don’t you leave family out here in the cold!”
                  Ty shut his eyes and took a moment as a stone formed in the pit of his