Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick's Day (12 page)

He’d said the same thing about their
marriage. That was off to a crazy start, so whatever happened in
that gigantic bed would have to be just as wild. “Okay.” She did
trust him. It struck her as a certainty, not a question any more.
They’d both made mistakes, both jumped to conclusions, but the fact
that they were working it out meant more to her than anything.

The sound of her phone ringing startled her.
“It’s just Kira’s ring.”

“You don’t want to tell her you’re okay?”

“I don’t know yet if I am okay.” She laughed.
“Let’s try out the bed, then I’ll let her know.”

Jayden chuckled and pointed to her suitcase.
“I hope you brought along those condoms you bought at the gift shop
in Vegas.”

She lifted a brow. “You looked in my bag?”
She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the box of three
condoms.

“I’m curious about you.” He shrugged. “The
bag was laying there open, and I peeked. I wanted to know what an
Oklahoma cowgirl would buy in a Las Vegas gift shop.”

She’d chosen a few mementos, including his
die with the four leaf clover, and Kira had tossed the box of
condoms on the checkout counter, and started in on another
lecture.

Stormie looked at the box in her hand,
remembering her cousin’s warning about cowboys who were young,
dumb, and full of cum.

After toeing off his boots, Jayden walked to
her, taking her in his embrace. “If you want to just talk tonight,
Storm, that’s fine with me.”

They could talk this out some more, but it
was late, and they were both tired. What they needed was sexual
healing to get them back on track. “Talk later.” She looked up,
seeing the reflection of herself in his arms. “Kinky sex now.”

“Yee-haw.” He scooped her up and laid her on
the bed. He jumped and landed next to her and they looked at
themselves in the ceiling mirror. “What if we undressed ourselves
and watched each other?”

“Okay.” She felt a giggle coming on, but
suppressed it. This might be the only time she’d ever get to have
sex in a mirrored room. She wanted to make it an unforgettable
memory, and not because she’d laughed through the whole darn
thing.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and wiggled
it off over her head.

Jayden tugged open the snaps on his shirt and
pulled it off.

Her bra was next. Her cowboy groaned, his
eyes on the reflection of her breasts in the mirror.

They pulled off their pants at the same time
and lay back naked. Her nipples were hard, pointing toward the
mirror above them. His cock was full and throbbing, moving with
each heartbeat.

His hand came up and brushed her nipple.

Streaks of desire raced to her core.

She reached over and stroked his cock with
the back of her hand.

“Aw Storm.” He rolled onto her, his weight
pinning her, sending lightning streaks to heat her core. He licked
her nipple, making her shiver with delight.

Looking up, she watched her cowboy’s head at
one breast before he moved it to the other as he suckled her and
scraped his teeth along the sensitive sides of her nipple.

He kissed and nibbled his way down her ribs,
over her belly, until his tongue shot into her pussy, tweaking her
clit and sparking pulses of pleasure that jerked her hips into a
sensual rhythm.

He chuckled and slid his tongue lower, along
her slit.

She touched his hair, the curls wrapping
around her fingers.

“Yeah, grab me, cutie, make me do what you
want.”

Her back arched and she spread her legs as
she curled her fingers in his hair. Brain cells started snapping
off, blurring their sexy reflection.

“Mmmm.” His lips pulled at her pussy lips,
his tongue darting into her, over her clit, then over her mound.
“You’re so wet.” He turned his head to look into the wall
mirror.

She did the same, and their eyes locked as
his tongue plunged into her mound, hitting her clit with each
lick.

“I want you to come around my cock.” He
rolled off her, onto his back, pulling her onto her side next to
him.

Stormie’s channel contracted, wanting Jayden
deep inside her, hot and thick.

He lay on his side on the huge bed and just
looked into her eyes. “You make me happy, Storm.”

That was the last thing she’d expected him to
say. She looked down his body at his rock hard cock to keep him
from seeing the moisture in her eyes. “Let me make you happy,
Jayden.” She kissed his flat nipple, nipped it, and moved lower.
When she reached his cock, she nestled between his legs. A
glistening drop of pre-cum clung to the head. Her pussy shivered
with need, but her mouth watered for a taste of him.

She tipped her head and looked at them in the
mirrored wall. Jayden stared at the ceiling mirror, his hands
fisted in the covers at his sides.

She blew on his slit, then licked his
head.

Jayden shuddered. “Yeah, that’s kinky.
Watching you like that…”

Taking his head into her mouth, she circled
her tongue over the hot bulbous top.

He let out a groan and reached up, tugging
her hair to one side.

When she looked at their reflection on the
wall mirror, she saw him watching her suck him, mesmerized by the
way she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft.

“Feels so fucking good. But gotta slow down.”
He sat up, panting.

“You sure?” She sucked him in again and
released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. She gave him
another long stroke of her tongue. “I want to please you.”

“Yeah, I am sure. I wanna be in you.” His
voice sounded gruff as he slid her up. “Sit on my thighs, Stormie.”
His breath came faster.

He ran his fingers through her hair. “With
the mirrors, I think you’ll like this position.” He shifted them a
quarter turn so she faced the wall mirror, arranged her so she was
kneeling, straddling his hips, his cock pressed snugly along the
length of her pussy lips.

She looked at the two of them in the mirror.
“Oh yeah.” Her hips started moving of their own free will and her
juices slid along the length of his hard shaft. “I see what you
mean.”

Jayden laughed as he reached for a condom. In
seconds he was sheathed, lying flat on his back, and nudging his
big cock head at the entrance to her slit. “Look at us.”

She looked at the mirror. Their reflection
showed an erotic view of her pussy poised over his cock, his head
tipped back, just over the edge of the bed, his beautiful blue eyes
looking at her in the mirror.

“Slide onto me.” His voice rolled low and
guttural as he reached down and grasped his cock.

A shimmy of delight skittered up her back
like an ice cube along her spine. The vision in the mirror sent
contractions clutching her core.

His eyes darkened to almost black. “Stormie.”
He didn’t grab her, didn’t rush her, just let her control this
ride.

She dropped down slowly, taking him in as she
stretched to accept him, to make him hers again.

He released his grip on his shaft and laid
his palms on her thighs.

When her pussy lips touched his pubic hair,
she circled her hips, feeling the intense fullness of him deep
inside her. Spikes of pleasure radiated inside her belly, through
her core, into her channel. She lifted herself off him, slowly,
deliberately, catching the reflection of his gaze.

He breathed heavily, his body tense, looking
like he wanted to take her, hard and fast, but holding himself
back.

She eased herself down onto his cock and slid
her hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts in her palms.

“Play with them,” he growled. “Play with your
nipples.”

Blasts of delight exploded in her pussy,
gusting up her spine to sparkle like crystals in her brain. When
she touched her nipples, the corresponding tug at her channel
nearly sent her flying.

She found her pace, sliding herself off his
long cock accompanied by a tug at her nipples, followed by a pinch
as she impaled herself on his shaft.

“Look at you. You’re a goddess.” Sweat beaded
on his forehead.

She watched her muscles working to ride him,
her fingers plucking at her tight nipples, her face flushed, and
her eyes dark. This was what she looked like making love to her
man. This is what a woman in love looked like.

The thought drove her wild and doubled her
speed. Pressing her palms on his hard chest, she felt his breath
rise and fall in the same rhythm as she rode him. Her leg muscles
tightened and heated as she filled herself over and over with his
shaft.

Jayden sat up, grabbed her hips, and helped
her keep the beat. He suckled at her breast as she held tight to
his shoulders to keep her balance.

Wild, slivers of icicles stabbed through her
belly to her core, shimmering and rocking her pussy.

“Lean back.” His voice broke into her muzzy
head.

“Hmmm?”

“Put your hands on my ankles.” He held her
hips, slowed the pace, easing her back from her peak.

She walked her hands back slowly, still
holding his hard cock inside her slick pussy. Looking up at the
ceiling mirror, she saw the beauty of this position.

Jayden lay back on his elbows staring at her,
his gaze running over her body sending tingles across her skin.
“Can you slide on me?”

Using her arms and her legs, she took his
cock deep into her, moved her core back until he almost slid out,
then back again in a slow tempo that made her brain cells crackle
with pleasure. As the head of his shaft grazed her g-spot, her
ecstasy intensified, brought her higher. “So close.” She looked at
the ceiling. Her face glowed, her nipples showed cherry red, her
pussy took his incredible girth in a primal slick of hot, slippery
sex.

He lay back and the reflection of their eyes
met. His fierce expression sent riotous chills through her
skin.

Then her phone rang. Damn that Kira.

Jayden evidently didn’t hear it. “Gonna
come.” His jaw was clamped, she recognized it as his way of holding
himself in check. He sat up and slid his thumb along her pussy
lips, gathering her juices, then unerringly found her clit. He
rubbed in a figure eight that hit every nerve in her little
bud.

The contact blew her away, gusting shards of
pleasure through her core, blowing them up her spine. Delightful
shivers racked her body and sent her mind spinning off into
darkness punctuated by ice crystals that shimmered as they whirled
on a current in her thoughts.

Her core contracted and convulsed along his
cock as he shouted her name and pumped his hips upward, thrusting
into her, sending flashes of pleasure to her already-swirling
head.

His hands gripped her hips as he pressed his
shaft deep into her once, twice more before his entire body shook
beneath her.

She circled and flew a moment more before
drifting back, softly and slowly into Jayden’s arms. She opened her
eyes as he pulled her onto his chest and lay back on the bed.

Their breath steadied at the same pace, and
their hearts, pressed together at their chests, returned slowly, in
tandem, to their regular beats.

She lay unmoving, his heat warming her in the
air-conditioned room.

His hand brushed a slow pattern from her butt
to her shoulder, the scrape of his rough fingers a welcome pleasure
on her skin.

Inside her, emotions warred. She loved him,
but barely knew him. She trusted him, but had impetuously left him
because she thought he was untrustworthy. “Are we doing the right
thing, Jayden?”

His hand faltered for just a second, then
continued. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Here’s
what I’m using as a visualization.”

She smiled against his firm pec, loving the
way he’d embraced her imagery theory.

“I’m imagining myself a year from now, and
you’re next to me.” He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand
along the length of her hair.

His sweet words warmed her from her heart all
the way to her toes. “Are we happy then?”

He let out a heavy breath. “Yeah, we’re
happy.”

“I guess that’s all we can hope for.” The
thought felt hollow, somehow.

He reached to the nightstand and picked up
something. Holding her ring between his finger and thumb, he looked
at it, moving it slightly to catch the low light. “Not if we don’t
want it to be. And if we’re honest with ourselves and each
other.”

She lifted her head and braced herself with
her arm bent on his chest, watching the green sparkle from her
ring. Her orgasm had muddled her brain, but she tried to follow his
thoughts. “What, then?”

“I…” He looked at her. “Oh man, Stormie, I
think I love you.” The quaver in his voice brought emotions
bubbling from her chest. “You gotta think I’m nuts, but I’ve never
felt this before.”

She fought to catch her breath.

He sat up, tugging her with him, sitting her
to face him and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Words wouldn’t form and her head felt woozy.
“Jayden,” she mouthed.

“I felt it the first time I saw you last
month.” He took her left hand in his. “It got stronger and harder
to resist, and I knew I needed to keep you.” He kissed her ring
finger and slipped the gold band onto that spot. “Had to marry
you.” He shook his head. “You gotta think I’m nuts.”

Finally able to breathe, she sucked in a
breath and cupped her palms on his cheeks. “Cowboy, that’s the most
wonderful, the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard in my whole,
entire life.” She blinked back happy tears. “To know that you felt
it right away, and it took me until today to feel it.” She planted
a quick kiss on his lips.

His eyes opened wide.

“I knew there was something between—”

“You feel it, too?” His gaze searched her
eyes. “You do? Really?”

Her lips curved into a smile as tears snuck
from her eyes. “Really.” She caught a deep breath and let it out
with a worried sigh. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do about
it.” She looked at her ring. “I mean, if it’s love, then we can’t
get a divorce.” She swallowed. “Right?”