Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) (14 page)

Twyla wondered if he treated all the women he
slept with like this. If that was the case, no wonder there weren’t
many who came back for a repeat performance. Why he went through so
many of them, but none had stuck.

Anger flashed in his eyes, but he grinned.
“That’s the idea, baby. Now, if you want that to happen sometime
tonight, you’ll get your ass up on that table.”

Hurt punched her in the gut to mix with the
nasty whiskey. Twyla felt it rise up to her throat and swallowed it
back down. “You know, I don’t think I do want it to happen tonight,
or ever for that matter. You’re not the man I thought you were.”
She turned to stomp across the living room and bent to pick up her
robe. “Maybe you treat your bunnies like this, but you sure as hell
aren’t going to treat me like this.” She turned with the robe
clutched to her chest and ran smack into Ryan’s muscular
chest.

His arms clamped around her, and he pinned her
with intense eyes. “Drop your Daisy act, Twy—I know you better than
that too and it pisses me off. You’re not that woman.” His arms
loosened, and he moved one hand under her chin to tip her face up
to look at him. “Daisy is hot as a two-dollar pistol, but she isn’t
the woman I want.” His head drifted down, and his lips closed over
hers in a sweet kiss she felt all the way to her toes. “I want
Twyla, the beautiful, crazy cowgirl who has chased me since she was
sixteen,” he whispered over her mouth.

Twyla sighed, as his words, the sincerity in
his voice, melted the ice covering her heart. The robe slipped from
her fingers, and her palms burned as she slid them up his chest to
his shoulders to circle his neck. She tiptoed to press her lips to
his, and Ryan lifted her against him. His mouth claimed hers again,
and she leaned into him. Her heart met his, and she felt the
strong, steady beat of his against her sternum, as the soft fur on
his chest abraded her tender nipples.

She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, and
Ryan moaned. His fingers dug into her ass, and his tongue traced
the seam of her lips. Twyla opened her mouth, his tongue found hers
and they danced. Her hips moved in time with their tongues, and his
hardness dug into her hip. His heart skipped a few beats, and hers
did too.

Needing him much closer, Twyla wrapped her
calf around his thigh. She made small pleading circles with her
hips. Ryan shifted his hips, and groaned when his thick erection
slid between her legs. Twyla made long strokes with her body along
his cock, craving to know what that thickness would feel like
inside of her. Ryan groaned loudly, then breathing hard, he bent to
grab the back of her thighs. He lifted her, then growled, “Put your
legs around my waist.”

Twyla held onto his neck and wrapped her legs
around him. Ryan looked down at her and smiled as he carried her
swiftly to the breakfast nook. He sat down on the chair with her on
his lap. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about
having those long legs of yours wrapped around me, having you ride
me like this.”

Ryan leaned over to grab his jeans. He shoved
his hand into the pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it
open, he rifled through it with trembling hands to pull out a foil
wrapped packet. With his teeth he opened it, then a condom appeared
between his fingers. His voice bristled with excitement and need,
as he held it up to her and said, “Put it on me, and ride me to the
barn, cowgirl.”

Twyla stared at the flesh-colored circle like
it had fangs. Her eyes darted to his, then back to the condom
pinched between his fingers. She tried to channel her inner Daisy,
but the bitch had evidently run for the barn. And Ryan didn’t want
her anyway. She gnawed her lower lip, and thought about lying, but
she knew if she did it wrong there could be dire consequences for
both of them. “Ryan, you need to know something.”

“
Yeah?” he asked his hand dropping
to his thigh, as his eyebrows slammed down over his concerned blue
eyes.

“
I haven’t ever done this before,
don’t know how to put it on you.” Twyla notched her chin up an
inch, waiting for his laughter or to see the disgust he had to be
feeling to show itself. When his passion-glazed eyes just looked a
little confused, she slid off of his lap and held out her hand. “I
can do it, just tell me how.”

“
You’ve never put a condom on a
man?” he asked, then his eyes lit up, and his eyebrows raised. “Are
you on birth control then?”

Twyla didn’t miss the hopefulness in his
voice, or the message. He didn’t get that she’d never done
this
before. Had sex. It was going to take her bluntly
telling him she was a virgin. All the blood in her body rushed to
her face, as she stammered, “Between you and Zack, how the hell
could I have ever had a chance to have sex? I didn’t need birth
control.”

All the starch went out of his body, and Ryan
slid down in the chair to rest his head on the back. “Twyla tell me
that I’m not about to deflower you, as well as have sex with you.
Your brother is going to kill me.”

“
What Zack doesn’t know won’t kill
you,” she said shortly. “But I will if you don’t put that damned
condom on and have sex with me.”

Ryan opened his eyes, and studied her for a
minute, then laughed. He sat up in the chair to position the latex
ring at the thick head of his cock, before expertly rolling it down
to the base.

“
That’s what I lo—like about you
Twy—you’re blunt. And come hell or high water, you’re gonna get
what you want.” He looked up at her. “Even if it takes ten
years.”

“
And you are definitely a slow
mover, Ryan Easter. Get the molasses out of your ass, and let’s go
to the bedroom. You’ve got some catching up to do.”

CHAPTER
TEN

“
No ma’am—I’ve decided your first
time is not going to be in the bedroom. I want you to remember it a
hundred years from now. It’s going to be right here on this table,
just like I planned. If Zack kills me, I’m going to make damned
sure it’s worth it.”

Ryan stood, and shoved the chair aside then
walked over to her. “But I definitely need another drink for this,”
he said with a grin as he took her hand and tugged her back to the
table. Grabbing her hips, he sat her there, then shoved her
shoulder toward the table. “Lay back and relax, baby.” With a sigh,
Twyla complied, folding her hands at her waist.

Twyla watched Ryan open the whiskey bottle and
pour himself another drink. He sat the bottle on the floor, then
nudged her knees apart to step between them. “Shove back a little,”
he urged, and she scooted back until her feet were on the table
top. He gripped her ankles to bend her legs, then spread her knees
wide. Heat flooded her face when he stepped back and just studied
her like she was a patient he was examining or something, while he
sipped his drink with a contemplative look on his handsome face.
“Scoot your ass closer to your heels,” he grumbled.

Twyla leaned up and did as he asked, but he
still didn’t move on with things. He did smile, however, when she
eased her back onto the table again with her hands at her sides. He
stepped to the edge of the table and spread her heels even farther
apart. Like a comet, his eyes zipped down her body, leaving a fiery
trail behind, then he smiled that smile that twisted her insides,
as his eyes fixed on her breasts.

“
Mmm…that’s perfect. You’re
perfect, Twy.” The heat zipped back up her body to her face, and
she fought the urge to cover her breasts with her hands.

“
I’m not perfect, Ryan,” she
argued, trying to wake him up from his obvious trance. It had to be
the alcohol, but he hadn’t drank much. The man must be seeing
things, if he thought that. He was the only man on earth who did.
But then he was the only one on earth who she cared what he thought
about her.

Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her
obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to
balance his shot glass about two inches under her navel. Heather
always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would spill
into her navel, but Ryan had put his lower. Her muscles contracted
there, as the cold glass touched her skin. She thought about him
licking her up to the glass, the amber liquid sloshed in the glass,
and he frowned.

“
No spilling, Twy, or there will
be consequences.” His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated
almost as large as the blue irises. His breathing came in short
spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his
throat. The look on his handsome face said he would relish
delivering those unknown consequences. “By the time I’m done, I’ll
really need that drink.”

A shiver worked itself up her body from her
toes, and the glass wobbled again. She gasped and contracted her
muscles to steady it. Agitation bristled through her. “Why don’t
you just have the damned shot then, and get on with this?” That’s
what
she
really wanted.

His hand clamped on her ankle, and he grinned.
“Patience is a virtue, darlin’. Slow is not always a bad thing, and
I’m about to teach you that, and a lot more.” His voice was heavy
with anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his
tongue making a slow trip around his hot lips. Her eyes followed it
around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex
of her thighs. Maybe this is why all those bunnies she saw leaving
his trailer were smiling. They must have had the patience Ryan was
talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his
lovemaking. Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but decided to try to find
the patience he asked her to have. She huffed a breath then relaxed
and uncurled her fists.

What the hell did she know about all this,
anyway? She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing.
Had done it many times. Too many.

“
Get on with it, then,” she
grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass steady on
her lower abdomen. Ryan’s dark head appeared in her line of vision,
and Twyla gasped.

His eyes met hers over the plane of her tummy,
and were filled with mischief and purpose. His hot breath tickled
her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still, Twyla. Remember, no
spilling.”

He slid his hands behind her calves, and under
her thighs to hold her hands at her sides. Turning his face, he
planted a wet kiss on her inner thigh, before his mouth latched
there and he sucked, while his tongue swirled on her skin. Fire
zipped up to her core, and Twyla whimpered. The glass wobbled again
and she knew then that she was in big trouble.

Twyla held her breath until the liquid
settled, then breathed again when his mouth unglued from her skin.
Her relief was short-lived though. His mouth landed again, this
time closer to the crease where her thighs met her torso. Her most
intimate part quivered, her fists clenched and she moaned. She
sucked in a gulping breath to croak, “Gah, how am I supposed to
stay still?”

Ryan’s chuckle vibrated along her folds, as he
stopped there for a second, his hot breath just teasing her.
“Goddamn you smell like heaven, sweetheart. I bet you taste like it
too,” he said breathlessly, before she felt his hot tongue take a
swipe over her.

Twyla’s body jerked and she tried to scoot
upward, but his hands tightened over hers holding her prisoner.
Cold liquid splashed onto her skin, reminding her of the shot
glass. Her body tensed, and she whimpered, afraid to look to see
how much she’d spilled. Twin trails leaked to the edge of her
hipbones and pooled there. The feeling was a lot less than
comfortable. Nothing about this was comfortable.

Ryan tsked a couple of times. “You’re wasting
my whiskey, baby.”

His hand crept up to her hipbone, and he
dipped a finger into the liquid. His hand slid under her thigh, and
Twyla put her chin on her chest, planting her heels on the table to
see what he was doing. His finger disappeared between her legs and
she clenched her teeth to fight the tremor in her body, as she felt
that finger trail over the nub at the top of her thighs, along her
folds and downward to finally stop at her anus. His finger lingered
there, and his eyes slid up to meet hers. He smiled that smile and
a sharp shot of electricity zipped through her body, as he brushed
her anus with his finger.

“
No,” she pleaded weakly, bearing
down, bracing, in case he was going to do what she thought he would
do.

Her breathing became practically non-existent,
as she waited to see what he’d do. If he did that, there was no way
she would be able to keep that shot from spilling all over her. He
grinned as he slid his finger upward again. Twyla breathed a sigh
of relief, but that was short-lived. Ryan watched her face, as he
slowly dipped his finger deep inside her body and swirled
it.

Twyla moaned as her nails curled into her
palms, and she sucked in a sharp breath, trying to focus on keeping
still. Not spilling the whiskey that swirled in that shot glass.
Ryan hit a spot inside her body that made her inner muscles
spasm.

She fought her reaction with everything she
had, but then Ryan added another finger to the mix, and the
incredible stretching burn incited her muscles to clamp down. She
gritted her teeth, fighting the tremor that started in her legs.
Ryan stretched her even more by adding a third finger, and Twyla
couldn’t stop her throaty moan, or the tremor that rocked her.
After a moment Ryan set a slow and steady rhythm in and out of her
body with his fingers, and of their own accord, her hips made small
circles in time with his hand, her pleasure inching up with each
thrust.