Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick's Day (7 page)

She tipped her head. “You didn’t embarrass
me. You shocked the hell out of me, but I wasn’t uncomfortable.”
She sipped her champagne. “I guess that’s why I called you so
soon.”

“Oh yeah?” He gripped the back of the couch
tightly, preparing for the worst, praying for the best.

“I don’t know if this…” She gestured between
the two of them. “…will lead anywhere, but I’m willing to go with
it, as you put it.”

Relief and excitement washed through him in
rolling waves. “You know, I’m real glad you decided to put your
faith in me.” He glanced toward the bedroom. “I guess we have a lot
to talk about, huh?” It was the middle of the night, and all he
wanted to do was haul her to bed, make love for a couple hours, and
sleep until noon the next day.

“No.” She set down her champagne glass. “I
think we’ve done enough talking for now.” Barefoot, she swayed her
hips as she walked toward him. The look in her eyes was a mix of
sensuality and shyness.

He tugged her into his arms. Her body, firm
and warm, kindled a fire in his belly that flooded his cock, making
it rock hard. “I want you, Stormie, and I’m honored that you want
me to be your first.”

She gently touched her fingertips to his
cheek. “I want you to be the one, but not because we’re married,
Jayden.”

He took her hand in his and kissed her palm.
“Why, Stormie?” His blood heated as thoughts of taking her on that
crazy heart-shaped bed flashed into his head, stealing his
concentration.

“You’re important to me.” She glanced away,
then back. “I’ve never known anyone like you, and you make me
happy.”

Her declaration was simple and honest.
Exactly the way he knew her to be. He pressed her hand to his chest
where his heart had begun to race. “You’re all I want, Stormie.”
The truth behind that statement hit him as more than a sentence. It
was a vow, and one he intended to keep.

He eyes opened wide, she sucked in a breath,
then smiled. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” He bent and picked her up in his
arms.

“It’s going to be difficult.”Jayden stood in
the living room of the suite, holding Stormie in his arms. “We’ve
got family and friends and lives that are going to get in the
way.”

She snugged her arms around his neck and
buried her face in the curve of his neck. “I know.” Her voice
conveyed her fear.

Walking with her into the bedroom, he vowed
to be the most understanding, caring, but determined husband in the
history of accidental grooms. “I’ll be right there with you.”

She met his gaze. “That means everything to
me, Jayden.”

He set her on her feet. The memory of her
luscious body, naked and writhing under his touch, blanked out
every word in his brain. He kissed her.

Her mouth opened, soft and sweet, and he
tasted the champagne on her tongue as he sucked it into his mouth,
playing and tickling, then deepening the kiss with thrusts that
matched the rhythm that jerked his hips against hers.

Stormie’s breath came faster, her back
arching, pressing her hips harder against him.

He had to slow down, had to remember she was
inexperienced. He ended the kiss.

She let out a tiny whine as her half-lidded
eyes gazed into his.

“I want this to be perfect for you.” He
brushed a hand over her head and down her silky hair. “But I’m just
a rough-cut cowboy. You’ll need to tell me if anything doesn’t feel
right.”

She nodded once. “Am I your first…um…”

“Virgin?” He liked the sound of it.

“Mm hm.” Her cheeks colored.

“No. My first girlfriend in high school was.”
Tiffy had been his first, too, and the fumbling they’d done would
make a hilarious movie. He knew more now. Lots more, and he would
make Stormie’s first time unforgettable. In a good way.

“Okay.” She glanced away and dropped her
arms. “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

He cupped her cheeks and waited until she
lifted her gaze to his. “You’re giving me a gift, Stormie Thompson
Hancock.” He kissed her, a quick brush of lips. “I should be the
one worried about disappointing you.” He wasn’t all that worried,
but he wanted her to have a peek at the vulnerability he felt,
too.

Tiny lines formed between her brows. “You’ve
got a lovely way with words, Jayden Hancock.” She smiled. “Guess
you had to have, being as how you talked me into marrying you.”

Married. The word didn’t evoke even a shard
of panic in him. “As I remember it.” He slid his hands over her
shoulders, down to her waist, and up under her shirt. “You brought
up the idea of getting married, not me.”

A single laugh burst from her but she ran her
hands up his chest and undid the top button of his shirt. “We’ll
hash this out later.” She shot him a shy glance. “Right now…”

“Yeah.” This needed to happen right now. He
wanted her with an ache that nearly stole his breath. He tugged her
shirt up and off her.

She pulled at his shirttails and unbuttoned
it all the way down, then undid his cuffs.

He shrugged out of his shirt.

“Oh wow.” Stormie caressed his
nearly-hairless chest, his abs, which he tightened for her benefit,
then up his sides and along his biceps, which he also tightened. “I
didn’t realize you were so muscley.”

Long hours of working with horses and helping
his parents on the farm kept him hard. “You like that?”

Her grin lit her face. “I like that a great
deal.” Her eyes dropped to his waist. She touched the trail of hair
that ran down to where his cock pressed hard against his zipper.
She shot him a glance then worked at his belt buckle.

The feel of her fingers brushing at his
belly, the jostling she was giving his shaft, made hot flashes of
desire snap down low in his balls and his lower back. He needed to
calm down or her first lover would be a minute man. He distracted
himself by reaching around and unhooking her bra and pulling it off
her.

Stormie’s round, heavy breasts jiggled loose,
her tight nipples lured him in and he took a quick taste of each
one. She smelled sweet and fresh like spring grass.

She purred softly and her eyes dropped closed
for a second. Quickly, she went back to work on his jeans,
unbuttoning and unzipping.

He pulled back and toed off his boots.
Staring into her eyes, he realized that they were nearly the same
height. As he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, he caught a
moment of uncertainty in her eyes. He didn’t want to make this a
solemn event. This should be fun for both of them. “On the count of
three, we drop everything.”

Her brows lifted, then she giggled.
“Okay.”

He pulled a condom from his back pocket and
tossed it onto the bed. “One.” Jayden stuck his thumbs in the
waistbands of his jeans and underwear.

“Two.” She did the same with her own
clothes.

“Three.” He shucked his jeans and drawers and
tossed them aside.

Stormie was bent over, her shorts and panties
at her knees, her face a few inches from his hard, throbbing
staff.

“Oh gosh, it’s so…” She swallowed and made a
little “o” with her mouth.

He didn’t want to intimidate her into fearing
his generous size. “Cutie, it’ll be a perfect fit. Don’t worry
about—”

She reached out and wrapped her hand around
him.

Bolts of heat rammed up his spine,
splintering in his brain as he felt pre-come seep from his
slit.

Stormie knelt in front of him. “So
beautiful.” Her finger touched the tip, spreading his pre-ejaculate
on his plum-shaped head. She looked up at him with an amazed look,
but her face turned sly and she brought her finger, glistening with
his lubricant, to her mouth and sucked.

His hips jerked forward and he nearly poked
her in the face with his cock. “Goddamn, Stormie, you wanna make me
pop off in mid air?” He diverted his mind to the menial chores he
needed to do before the rodeo that night, hoping it would tamp down
the orgasm that threatened to embarrass the hell out of him.

“I could really do that?” Her eyes were wide
and innocent, but her smile was pure naughty.

He grabbed her arms and helped her to her
feet. “You damn well know you could, wife.” The word, spoken so
innocently, had a torrid effect on his chest.

****

“Wife.” Stormie mouthed the word as she
stared into Jayden’s intense gaze. He’d said it so casually, then
his muscles had tightened. Was he okay with it? She sure was. Her
skin tingled as her heart sped, sending heated pulses throughout
her body.

“Wife.” He repeated it with a look of
amazement on his face. He leaned in and kissed her. He tasted like
beer and his own fiery flavor.

She closed her eyes and let his tongue work
magic in her mouth, along her cheeks and around her tongue.
Dizziness spun her head until the cool satin of the bedspread
caressed her back. She opened her eyes as Jayden ended the kiss,
slid off her shorts and undies, and kissed a quick path up her
leg.

This wasn’t the slow seduction of yesterday.
This was a man, her husband, needing her so badly, he couldn’t do
anything but make this happen for both of them. And she was ready.
Pressing her thighs together, her pussy shivered and contracted,
wanting him there, his mouth, his hand, but mostly that gloriously
huge cock of his. She’d seen plenty of photos of naked men online,
even a couple in movies, but the actual thing, hot and pulsing in
her hand, made her crave him, wildly. Fearlessly.

He kissed her mound and shockwaves spread
from her clit to her core. “Open for me. Let me see how beautiful
you are.” His voice came out a gruff demand. His jaw tightened as
his gaze traveled over her thighs, her hips, her mound. When his
fingers urged her knees apart, she relaxed and let him spread her
wide.

His breath left him in a rush and he leaned
in, licked and sucked her exactly where she needed him.

She couldn’t look away. Before, she’d been
unsure, shy, and had asked him to keep his hat on. Now, she wanted
to experience every second, visually and sensually. Reaching down,
she ran her fingers through his curls.

His tongue slid along her pussy lips and
tasted her deep inside, then his finger followed.

The sensation of his rough touch inside her
sent flutters along her channel.

“You’re small, and so tight.” He pulled out
his finger and slid in again, but it was thicker, felt like two
fingers. Looking into her eyes, he licked her, from her opening up
to her clit. He wriggled his tongue in a pattern that sent ziplines
of pleasure along her spine.

His phone went off. He shook his head.
“Text.” He sucked at her clit as his fingers slid gently in and out
of her opening. “You’re wet, Stormie. Tell me what you feel.”

Tiny shocks blipped in her brain, each
vertebra buzzed with electricity, her belly clutched and released,
and her pussy and clit swelled and vibrated with desire. But all
she could say was, “Want you inside me.” Her voice sounded low and
foreign to her ears.

“Aw cutie.” He moved his head back and forth
slowly, as if absorbing her demand. He growled and kissed a rushed
path up her belly, suckled each breast with wild abandon, then
reached toward the edge of the bed.

When he brought back the condom packet, it
all became real to Stormie. She swallowed as she watched him rip
open the foil and remove the condom. He placed it on the tip of his
cock and rolled it down.

She’d seen it in school videos about safe
sex, but watching her sexy cowboy—husband—perform the task, her
hips bucked upward and she felt her juices running from her
core.

His gaze met hers, his dark blue eyes looked
almost black with his pupils dilated. “You say the word, and I’ll
stop.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re running this rodeo.”

She could tell it cost him plenty to say it,
and she appreciated his sincerity, but she had to smile at his
phrase. “Is that what you call it? Are we having a rodeo?”

His solemn look broke when a crooked grin
curved his lips. “Said the first thing that came to mind, and it
wasn’t very damn romantic.”

She pressed her palms to his cheeks and
looked deeply into his eyes. “Everything you say is romantic.”
Taking a breath, she went all in and lifted her bent legs to
bracket his hips. “Make me your woman, Jayden.” Her words sent her
heartbeat rocketing. Tears of happiness collected behind her eyes,
but she wouldn’t lose contact with Jayden’s gaze.

He slid one arm around her back. The knuckles
of his other hand brushed along her pussy lips, and were soon
replaced by a hot, blunt hardness. His cockhead. He paused.

She shifted her hips upward. Encouraging him.
Her hands made slow circles on his shoulders.

He shifted himself closer to her, his hard
chest rubbing against her nipples.

Pings of sharp desire shimmied down into her
core and her breathing grew shallow.

The pressure on her opening increased as
Jayden pushed his staff in an inch. His eyes rolled for a second
and his hand moved from between her legs to her hip.

Taking a breath, Stormie let it out and
relaxed her muscles.

His lips pressed together in a thin line and
he pivoted his hips, sliding his cock in another inch.

The glorious stretching in her channel heated
her belly, the fire radiating through her bloodstream. “More.”

His body shivered once and he pressed in
deeper. “This is amazing.” He kissed her, quick and hard. “You’re
amazing.”

She slid her hands down his back until they
rested at his hips. “Don’t make me wait a second longer.”

He groaned, dropped his head beside hers, and
pushed into her until his hips bumped her inner thighs. He didn’t
move.

A twinge of pain surprised her, but the
fullness of him completely inside her started quivers along her
core, sent bursts of lightning up her spine to spark in her head.
“I want to…move.” She shifted her pelvis.