Cowboy Take Me Away Part 20

"Holy h.e.l.l you are drivin' me crazy with that body made for sin and that f.u.c.k-me-now att.i.tude."

"Prove it." She bounced on the bed and crooked her finger at him.

Carson lost a few b.u.t.tons getting his s.h.i.+rt off. Lost a few brain cells when she parted her legs and showed him the hot, tight paradise awaiting him. He nearly fell on his a.s.s when the big head reminded him he had to take off his boots before his jeans, while the little head strained to get out of his boxers.

Then, as naked as she was, he pounced on her.

She curled around him like a vine. Her mouth avid on his. One hand gripping his hair, the other hand scratching down his back to cup his a.s.s. Her pelvis rocking. Her back arching, forcing more skin on skin contact.

He fought a grin. From chaste and curious to a h.e.l.lcat between the sheets. Yeah, this woman was f.u.c.king perfect.

Slipping a hand between them, he touched her soft curls and wet center. He stroked that pretty p.u.s.s.y, circling her c.l.i.t, then following her slit down to the tight entrance to her body. He pushed a finger into her, swallowing her moan. When she whispered, "Yes, please, more," against his lips, he added another finger, loving how ready her body was for his possession.

This time there'd be no foreplay.

But this time, he'd give her the reins.

Carson rolled, landing on his back with Carolyn astride him.

She broke the kiss on a gasp and pushed up. "What...? Why did you do that?"

"Because I want you to ride me." He cupped those perfect, perky t.i.ts, rubbing his thumbs over the pale peach tips. "You can go as fast or as slow as you want. And while you're doin' that, I'm gonna suck on you, and rub on you and enjoy the h.e.l.l out of myself."

"But I don't know how to do this."

"You'll figure it out." He moved his hands up to palm her shoulders, urging her forward to kiss him.

Then as the kiss grew more heated, and his c.o.c.k was weeping with want, he reached between them and poised the head at her opening. "Lower onto me when you're ready."

Carolyn immediately sank down to the root. She trailed her lips to the underside of his jaw. "I love how it feels when you're inside me."

"That feelin' is yours whenever you want it."

She remained like that, not moving, kissing his throat and nuzzling his ear.

He palmed her a.s.s, squeezing the soft flesh. "Move on me. There's no wrong way. It'll all feel good."

"Help me."

Carson nudged her cheek so he could get at her mouth and kissed her with sweet heat.

She was tentative at first, but once she found a rhythm, she used her body like a weapon. Arching and rubbing her nipples on every upward glide, grinding her pubic bone against him on every backward push. All the while kissing him, only stopping to look into his eyes, their lips only a breath apart.

She owned him, this woman who gave him her all without question. The irony of a virgin teaching him what it really meant to make love wasn't lost on him.

"Carson," she whispered. "I need..."

"What? Sugar, just ask me."

"I need it harder. Faster."

He sat up so they were both upright. Keeping hold of her hips, he thrust up into her hard and deep.

"Oh. Yes. Just like that." Her head fell back.

Carson slid the elastic from her hair, shaking the strands loose so he could feel that blonde silk teasing his thighs as she rode him. "Rise up on your knees and then drop back down."

When she lowered down he powered up into her. The rhythm became frantic. He buried his face in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kissing the soft swells, bringing her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.

She dug her nails into the back of his neck with enough force it stung.

He loved every f.u.c.king second of it.

Knowing he couldn't hold off much longer, he snaked his hand down her belly, finding her c.l.i.t and stroking side to side until he felt her body tightening around him.

She cried out when the o.r.g.a.s.m overtook her. Her lush body shaking as he rammed into her harder, his mouth at her throat, her c.l.i.t throbbing beneath his thumb.

When the last spasm pulled at his c.o.c.k, he slammed deep and stayed deep in those clenching p.u.s.s.y walls, each hot pulse sending an electric charge up his spine. Blood rus.h.i.+ng in his head, racing through his veins, pounding in his b.a.l.l.s.

Soft hands petting his hair roused him. He glanced down and saw he'd left a hickey on her breast. s.h.i.+t. Were those...teeth marks?

Obviously he'd been lost in a fog. He opened his mouth to apologize, and Carolyn pressed her lips to his, the kiss intimate and powerful.

She rested her forehead to his after that soul-marking kiss. "I never knew it could be like this."

"I didn't either."

Those pleasure-hazed blue eyes bored into his. "Really?"

"Not a line, sugar. It's never been like this for me before."

Her entire face lit up. "Good."

"c.o.c.ky is a good look on you." He lightly slapped her a.s.s. "Move off me slowly because we went at it pretty hard and you might be a little sore."

"It was worth it." Carolyn lifted up, only wincing slightly. But he realized it wasn't pain that caused her reaction but the long line of seed running down the inside of her thigh.

"s.e.x can get a little messy."

"s.e.x can get me more than a little pregnant too."

Carson froze. He'd forgotten to use a G.o.dd.a.m.ned rubber. All three times. Unlike most guys, he almost always used one-he didn't want to knock up someone he had no intention of marrying.

But this was different. If he'd planted his seed in Carolyn, he'd happily marry her.

"We can use something, right? That'll keep me from getting pregnant?"

His eyes narrowed. "Thought Catholics were opposed to that."

"Catholics are also opposed to premarital s.e.x, but that didn't seem to stop us. So as long as we're already sinning, let's just add another thing when I go to confession, okay?"

He laughed. "Okay." He brushed the hair back from her face. "Can you stay a little longer?"

"Another hour or so."

"I wish you could stay all night."

"Me too."

Around noon the next day, Carson was thinking about how he'd get a message to Carolyn that he wanted to see her, when a truck he didn't recognize pulled into the yard.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove and waited for this person to get out of the vehicle.

The truck door slammed and a barrel-shaped guy stormed toward him. He didn't recognize the guy until he was on him, a meaty fist headed right for his face.

His last thought before he hit the dirt was he knew where Carolyn had learned to punch-from her brother Harland.

Chapter Nine.

Carolyn

She hadn't seen or heard from Carson in two days. Not since she'd shown up at his place and he'd whisked her off to bed after she'd cooked him dinner.

Everything inside her tightened in remembrance of his fevered kisses. His reverent touches. How marvelous it felt to have his solid body beneath hers. His damp skin sliding against hers. The stretch and burn as their bodies connected so intimately. And how that discomfort had changed into pleasure as he taught her to trust her instincts on how to move with him.

Then Carson had been so sweet, yet fiercely possessive. The way he put his hands on her body as if every inch of flesh now belonged to him. The whispers in her ear that sounded like promises, even when her head had spun so much she couldn't process the words, just the intensity behind them.

After she'd left and had time to reflect that she'd had s.e.x with him three days in a row, she expected guilt to weigh on her, because she'd been raised to believe that s.e.x was to be saved for marriage. But an act so beautiful and loving between two people should be celebrated.

And she looked forward to celebrating with Carson many, many more times.

She was so lost in thoughts of heat and body friction that she almost pa.s.sed the turnoff to Beverly's house. She knew Beverly would only be at the dance long enough to meet up with Mike and then sneak off to his place, and for the first time she understood why.

Beverly's mother and father were sitting on the front porch when Carolyn pulled up. She waved and waited for Beverly to tear herself away from what looked like a lecture. When she got in the car, she said, "I can't wait to be out of here."

"What's going on?"

"My parents think things are going too fast between me'n Mike. They'd really put up a fuss if they knew he intends to propose before he leaves."

"Beverly! That's great!"

"I know. I'm excited. Mike wants to get married as soon as he has a place for us to stay on base. Can you imagine? Me living in Georgia with all the other military wives?"

Happy as she was for her friend, Beverly was her only friend, and if she moved away, Carolyn would feel even more isolated.

Maybe you'll be spending all of your time with Carson anyway so it won't matter.

She could hope.

"...I've never wanted a big wedding anyway. I just want to be with him. I hope he gets stationed all over the world."

"You'll have to send me postcards from all of the exotic locations."

"I promise. Enough about me." Beverly turned in the seat and scrutinized her. "What's going on with you? Still a housewife in training?"

Carolyn scowled. Beverly constantly harped on how Carolyn was a "slave" for her family whenever she came home, and then she pointed out they managed just fine when Carolyn wasn't around. "Since you'll be a housewife long before I will, Bev, maybe you'd better pay more attention to what your mother does around the house."

"I already know how to do all that stuff. It's just my mother likes to do it so I let her."

I like to do it too.

Beverly poked Carolyn's leg. "We were talking about you. Anything new with wild man Carson McKay?"

She blushed.

"I knew it! Tell me!"

"We've spent some time together." She slid Beverly a sideways glance. "I told my family I went over to your house Monday night when I was with him."

"I can't believe you're sneaking around with Carson. I'm so happy for you."

"Really?"

"You deserve some fun. So what fun things did you two get up to?"

Carolyn blushed again.

"No," she breathed. "Did you really...?"

"Yes."

"All the way?"

"Yes." She bit her tongue to keep from adding-and more than one time!

"And?" Beverly demanded.