Ropin' Trouble (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 2) (15 page)

“Just absorbing how terrible that must have been for you to lose a loved one, especially so young.” There was a new thickness to his voice.

“It was difficult, especially for my mom who became responsible for everything.”

He rolled over, facing her, cupping her chin in his palm. “You must have had great parents. They have a loving, sweet, beautiful daughter.” He kissed the tip of her nose and her heart swelled. His hand dropped to her bare bottom and she squirmed.

“Do you like blow jobs?” she asked without inhibition.

His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. “What?” His voice was husky and low.

“Blow jobs?”

“If I said no, I’d be lying.”

“I’d like to practice. Do you mind?”

“Do I mind?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Is that a trick question?”

“I’m not very good. I don’t know if I have the skill enough to make you—well—you know.” She wasn’t sure why she found it so easy to talk to him and admit her flaws.

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure there’s such a thing as a bad blow job, unless you use your teeth. A little gentle nibbling can be okay, but biting is a no-no. That’s a danger to the jewels.”

“Okay, no biting. I’ve got that.” She winked. He was already hard and she smiled, licking her lips at the mere thought of having him in her mouth.  Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she slipped her palm up his length and slowly downward. “So, rubbing is good?”

“Oh, yes. Rubbing is definitely good.” He exhaled and treaded his fingers through her hair. 

Slipping her tongue over the bead of pre-cum at his tip, he sucked in a breath. “I’ll take that as a plus.” She looked up at him.

“Good,” he practically hissed the word.

“And, how about suckling?” She opened her mouth over his head, sucking and licking. His muscles tightened.

“Real good.” His voice was a low murmur.

“You’re a big man, Ben. I wonder how far I can get you inside of my mouth.” She took him deep and moaned. She sucked him in and out, rolling her tongue along the thick vein along his length. She clasped his balls in her palm and gently squeezed. His moan skidded through the silence. Yeah, she believed giving a blow job—in particular to sexy, brawny Ben—would be something she could get used to.

“Baby, as good as this feels, I want you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. I want you to cum all over me and scream my name.”

Climbing up on knees, she reached for one of the foil packets from the nightstand, ripped it open and quickly slipped the sheath on him. She crawled over him, situated her parted thighs above his hard body and slid her opening over him. She grabbed the headboard and steadied herself, thrusting up and down on him. “I-I like this position. You’re so deep,” she whimpered.

“Yes, baby. Deep.” He clutched her bottom and pounded himself against her. She cried out his name. “I love to hear my name come from those lovely lips.”

Taking on a fast rhythm, the bedsprings squeaked and the headboard struck the wall hard. “I’m moving too fast, making too much noise.”

He moaned. “No, don’t stop. Perfect. Exactly right.”

She continued riding him until pulses of tingles washed through her. Cara laid on his chest, clutching his shoulders and rode the waves. Together they moved until satisfaction rolled over them, through them…and they lay spent.

Chapter Nine

Cara awoke with warmth on her bare thigh. She fluttered her eyes open, hoping it was Ben but instead it was the sun filtering through the open window. She found the spot next to her empty. She ran her hand over the sheet and it was cold. Ben had been gone for a while. Disappointment filled her.

She pushed up on her elbow, rubbed the remaining blurriness from her eyes and scanned the room, spotting the clock on the wall. Eight-thirty.

She couldn’t believe she hadn’t woke up when he got out of bed, but then again, she’d been exhausted and was spent by the time they’d called it a night. After using the last condom, they’d fallen asleep with her tucked in the crook of his arm.

And to her surprise, she hadn’t woken up from a single nightmare. Maybe the demons were finally leaving the recesses of her mind.

Ben brought her more encouragement than she could ever imagine. He was gentle, kind and giving in bed.

But where was her cowboy this morning?

As if on cue, the door opened and in strolled Mr. Sexy. He pulled off his hat and tossed it onto the chair that was already covered in clothes. He wasn’t the best housekeeper, but living under tight organization for so long, she didn’t care one bit if he had laundry on the floor, the toilet seat up or cobwebs in the corner. In the end, those things didn’t matter to her.

“Well, well, lookie who is awake.” His smile was dazzling and his eyes twinkled. He held up a small white bag and shook it.

“More condoms?” Her stomach fluttered and her inner thighs moistened.

“I’ve turned you into a sex maniac.” He laughed. “This is breakfast, considering we both need nourishment. And caffeine. Lots of it.” He dropped the bag on the end of the bed and crossed to the small makeshift counter to the coffee maker.

“I could use coffee.”

“I’ll have us set in no time at all.”

“I bet you will.” She sat up, covering her chest with the sheet, watching him move with such grace for a brawny, tough man. “Do you really think I’m a sex maniac?” Was that a bad thing? Of course, maniac wasn’t a good thing…she didn’t think. Either way, she was confused.

“That was meant as a compliment.” He turned and winked. “I do believe I’ve opened the locked door to the treasure chest. I’m happy to help in any way I can.” His smile grew.

“I will admit, I woke up looking for you.”

“I had early morning chores. I wanted to stay, more than you can imagine.”

She pushed her fingers through her hair, realizing it must be a mess. “You can’t stop working just because I’m in your bed. I guess it was a bit presumptuous of me to think you grabbed more condoms.”

He leaned against the counter and said huskily, “Last night was great. Hell, better than great. However, I didn’t want to make you think all I wanted was sex so I didn’t know if grabbing more condoms was appropriate. But since you mentioned it first,” he reached into the waistband of his jeans and produced a box. “Will fifty be enough?”

Her toes curled and she wagged her brows. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I like the way you think.” Once the coffee was done, he poured two foam cups full and sat down beside her on the bed, handing her one cup. “I don’t have any real cups and I’d offer milk and sugar, but I’m afraid I don’t have those either. I bet you like mochas or iced coffee.”

“Black is fine. It’ll be pure caffeine to the bloodstream.” She sipped the brew and it was definitely a shot to the circulation. The cowboy liked his coffee rich, for sure. “What’s for breakfast?”

He grabbed the bag and placed it into her lap. “Motley’s croissant. It’ll melt in your mouth.”

She opened the top and peeked in, the crusty aroma made her belly growl. “But there’s only one.”

“I ate already. The guys and I have an early morning breakfast, work our chores and then later, Motley prepares a bigger breakfast. If I didn’t keep busy, I’d be as big as a house.”

She bit into the buttery bread and savored the delicious goodness. “This is good. The chef has talent.” She rinsed it down with a large drink of coffee. “So you’ve already done chores? That’s why you were up early?” At least it wasn’t to get away from her.

He nodded. “Bright and early this morning. Still have a few chores left, but I wanted to stop in and see if you’re doing okay.”

“I guess I should hurry, get dressed and head back to the treehouse.” She started to move when he laid a hand on her knee. She looked up at him as a lump formed in her throat.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

She shrugged. “Just figured you’d want me to go. You’re busy and have things to do.”

“Only if you wish to go, but I like this, having coffee together.” The sincerity in his tone and pale eyes made her heart jump.

“I like drinking our coffee together too. Thank you. Especially for thinking of me, the croissant and all.” She ate in silence, finished the last bite and last bit of coffee.

“I have something else for you.” He stood up and threw his empty cup into the trash bin.

She blinked. “You do? For me?”

He chuckled. “Yes. I know it’s not your style, but everyone on a ranch needs them.”

“Ooh, exciting.” She clasped her hands together, containing her enthusiasm.

“Give me just a second.” He disappeared through the back door and came back carrying a pair of brown boots.

“Are those for me?” She lifted onto her knees.

“Yes, these are for you. Dade made a trip into the city yesterday and I asked him to pick them up.  I think I’m pretty good at guessing sizes…are you a seven?”

“Wow…you are good.”

“Did you ever doubt me?” One thick brow popped up along with one corner of his luscious mouth.

“Not one second. Here, let me see them. I want to try them on.” She pulled on one boot on bare foot and then the other. No one had ever bought her a nicer, more thoughtful gift. Wrapping the sheet around her body, she jumped up from the bed, wiggled her toes and gave the boots a good thump on the floor. “They’re a little tight, but I can manage.”

“It’s the leather. Boots are always a little tight at first.” There was an obvious catch to his voice.

She looked around and he was staring at her, eyes glazed over and mouth slightly open. “What is it? Do you like them?” Twirling and lifting the sheet high on her thigh, she proudly showed off the mid-calf boots. “Pretty fancy if you ask me.”

“Lovely. Beautiful. Engaging.”

He wasn’t looking at the boots. His eyes were on her, dark and something mysterious lingering in the blue depths. She swallowed and tightened her hold on the sheet. “Ben, this is the best present ever.” She was fully aware of the trembling in her fingers—and other body parts.

“You’re easily pleased.”

“That could be true, but ask me again next year, ten years from now, and my answer will be the same…these are the best present ever!” To prove her point she kicked the toe against the floor.

“I’m glad you like them. We can’t chance you spraining an ankle, can we?” He shoved his hands into his front pockets and shuffled his own boots.

“So you were thinking of me, even when you planned to never see me again and had pushed me into another cowboy’s hands. I’m flattered, I think.”

He shrugged and the red flannel stretched across his chest. “I would have seen you again. No doubt.”

“And how can you be so sure? You tossed me over to Maverick like yesterday’s news.” Although her words sounded harsh, she wasn’t angry. After what they’d shared last night, she knew he’d stepped away thinking it was for her own good. That’s just the type of man he was, thinking of others. He didn’t have to get her the boots, but he did for concern of her safety.

“I know, Cara, because having you anywhere on this ranch and not close to me is too far away.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she pushed through the emotion. “You’ve been a busy cowboy this morning. Chores, my breakfast in bed, a box of fifty condoms, and a wonderful present. I wonder if you’re too busy for something else.” She cocked a hip and looked through her lashes, hoping she nailed the seductive expression she wanted.

“What do you have in mind?” His hands came out of his pockets, his chest lifted and fell with each breath.

“I won’t need this for what I’m thinking…” She let the sheet slip from her body. It puddled around her new boots.

He skipped his gaze downward and was in front of her in a flash, dragging her into his arms. She didn’t make one whimper of refusal. “Should I remove the boots?”

“No, sweetheart, keep them on,” he whispered in her ear.

****

Ben pulled on his jeans, boots and shirt, catching a glimpse of Cara’s body as she climbed from bed. Her boots were still on. He grinned and his chest filled with post-sex pride. What they’d shared might have been a quickie, but it was the best damn quickie ever. The boots had him rearing to go. And she hadn’t complained.

“What chores do you have left?”

“A cow calved last night and I want to check in on the newborn,” he said over the rim of the foam cup.

“Am I allowed to go with you?”

He was caught off guard. “Yes, you’re allowed. Would you want to?”

“Yes. I can help. I can’t say I know my way around a ranch and cows, but I can sure try…as long as I’m not intruding.”

“I’d love to have you along. Company makes the time go faster.” 

“What could be more exciting of a morning than spending it with a hot cowboy, watching him work?” She smiled and his heart hitched. She had some power in that petite body of hers. “All that I have with me are yesterday’s clothes. Shorts and a top.” She held them up.

“I have an idea.” He crossed the room to his small dresser and pulled out a white T-shirt, tossing it to her. “The shorts will work, but you don’t want to ruin the top, so wear mine.”