Cowboy Take Me Away Part 27

Normally Casper would've been impossible to sit with after winning. He wasn't acting the least bit c.o.c.ky, which threw Carson off. Then Casper offered to teach Carolyn how to play and she surprised them all by accepting.

"So what the f.u.c.k did Dad say to you today, Ca.r.s.e?" Cal demanded. "You had two d.a.m.n doubles."

Without taking his gaze off his brother and his girlfriend, he said, "Dad threatened my future with the ranch. He didn't come straight out and say he'd kick me off and cut me out, but he sure as f.u.c.k implied it."

"That's a crock of s.h.i.+t," Cal said. "He knows he can't run the ranch without you. He also knows if he cuts you out we'll all walk-at least I will."

"Me too," Charlie said. "But I ain't so sure about Casper."

"He's too f.u.c.kin' lazy to step up," Carson said. "And if we all walked? Dad would be forced to hire men, which we know he ain't gonna do."

"Only McKays work McKay land," Charlie mimicked their father's favorite edict.

"He'd have to sell, which won't happen because he just bought two new sections in the last year."

"I knew he was bluffing as soon as he opened his mouth," Carson said. "Still p.i.s.sed me off. He just had to speak his piece when Carolyn was in the next room."

"Did she hear him?"

Carson shook his head. "But she knows something happened."

"How'd things play out with the Wests today?" Cal asked.

"Worse than with Dad. Eli wouldn't even eat at the same table as me. Only reason I sat to the table at all is because of Carolyn's mother."

"I dunno, Carson. She's pretty and she seems real sweet, but is she worth the trouble?

Carolyn laughed right then and the sound flowed through him like liquid happiness. He wanted to say, "She's definitely worth everything I have to go through to make her mine," but his brothers would rag on him endlessly for such a sappy comment, so he merely said, "Yep."

Chapter Thirteen.

Carolyn

Carolyn waited on the front steps of Carson's trailer, her leg bouncing as she tried to focus all her restless energy in one place. She probably could've gone inside-she knew neither Carson nor Cal locked the door-but waltzing in without an invite would feel like trespa.s.sing.

The sun beat down, frying the top of her head, making the skin on her arms sting. Thankfully she hadn't worn stockings or they'd be melted to her legs.

She should've gone home. The sun porch would've cooled off by now. She could strip, lie on her bed and let the breeze wash over her, hoping it'd wash away the ugly words that'd been tossed around today as if she wasn't there.

She'd done an onsite first fitting in Moorcroft for Missy Ludwig, the bride, and her two bridesmaids, Tammy and Edie, the catty women Beverly had pointed out to Carolyn. And to make matters more fun, the first bridesmaid she fitted was the brunette, Edie, who Carson had his arm around. Her nasty glower could've torched Carolyn's hair.

Carolyn had stayed professional, just like her aunt had taught her, when Edie started asking questions.

"So you're really dating Carson McKay?"

"Yes, I am."

"How long has that been going on?"

"Three weeks."

"Longer than most. That's probably just because you're not from around here."

"My parents live here."

"But you didn't go to school here. Where'd you go?"

"A Catholic academy in Billings."

"You were studying to be a nun?" She laughed. "That would be a challenge for Carson McKay. Trying to sweet talk a nun candidate out of her habit."

"Turn to the left please."

Edie paused as she admired herself in the mirror. Then, "You sure Carson hasn't dumped you and you just haven't realized it yet?"

Do not let your hand slip and jab her with this pin.

"He was downright hostile to you that night at the dance when he had his arm around me and invited me back to his place."

Tell her you and Carson had a fight and he was just using her to make you jealous.

No. She wouldn't stoop to that level. "We've been out almost every night for the last two weeks. I'm surprised you haven't seen us."

"But I didn't see you out with him last night. Looked like he was having a good old time without you. And he wasn't alone." Edie smirked at Carolyn's look of surprise. "Oh, sorry, you didn't know?"

"I know what I need to." After Carolyn finished pinning the hem, she said, "Turn."

"Yeah, right. Bet you don't know what kind of man Carson really is. He's using you; he uses everyone. It's a game with him. He'll see if he can get you to fall into his bed and he'll f.u.c.k you over as you're falling for him. Then he'll drop you like a bad habit-not that he's dropped any of his own bad habits. He's done the love 'em and leave 'em thing so many times, with so many girls, it's no wonder he had to go looking elsewhere for fresh meat." Edie's piggy eyes scanned Carolyn head to toe. "Young meat."

Carolyn blinked at her.

"Oh, sweetie. Are you gonna cry?" she cooed maliciously.

Like I'd give you the satisfaction. "Of course not." She jerked on the bodice. "Maybe you should think about wearing a padded bra with this dress so there's not such a huge gap in the bust line. There's nothing I can do to fix that." She couldn't manage a smile. "You're done. Go ahead and hang the dress on the back of the door and send in the next bridesmaid."

Edie unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. She kicked it at Carolyn. "You hang it up. You're nothing but the hired help around here."

Heat blazed in her cheeks as she shook out the dress and hung it up.

The don't let her get to you self-advice didn't work.

Tammy the bridesmaid was equally nasty.

As Carolyn packed up her notions bag, she overheard them in the room next door, talking about her as if she couldn't hear every blasted word.

What is she thinking, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around with Carson McKay? Does she think she's got a chance with him? Please. The only person that man will ever commit to is himself.

I know she's not from around here, but is she stupid? He'll use her and move on.

I wonder if she's seen the notches in his bedpost? A friend of mine swore me to secrecy that she's actually seen them.

I bet after he dumps her she'll slink away in embarra.s.sment.

I heard their families have some kind of feud going on and Carson only took her out on a dare from his brothers to make her family mad.

But had Carolyn stood up to them? No. If she spoke her mind she'd come off as a screech owl. Better just to smile and move on.

She'd knocked on the bedroom door and all conversation ended like someone had sucked the oxygen out of the room. "I'll be back in two weeks for the final fittings. G.o.d bless and have a peaceful evening."

Then she'd driven to Maxine's shop and ditched the dresses. At loose ends, she backtracked here.

Even as her tears fell she knew they were stupid and pointless. Crying never solved anything. Did she really want Carson to find her sobbing on his steps? Then he'd have another one of those "you're too young for me" moments-which were becoming rarer by the day. But still.

Carolyn wiped her eyes and stood. Before she made it to her car, Carson's truck barreled up the gravel road, a dirt rooster tail trailing behind him.

He slammed on the brakes and bailed out of his truck almost before it stopped. "Well, ain't you a pretty sight to come home to."

She threw herself into his arms.

"Hey, now. Much as I love havin' you wrapped around me, I just got done workin' and I reek to high heaven."

"I don't care. I just need..."

He covered her mouth with his. He tasted like coffee and man. She held onto the back of his neck, keeping those full, soft lips on hers when she sensed he wanted to pull away. The sweet and slow kiss kept the pa.s.sion between them on simmer rather than starting out as a raging inferno. It was exactly what she needed.

All of a sudden Carson bent forward, hooking her knees in his arms and lifting her up. Still teasing her lips with nibbles and soft smooches, he carried her into the trailer straight to his bedroom and lowered her onto his bed.

"Don't move. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower." He grinned and let his hungry gaze wander over her. "A quick shower."

Carolyn stretched out. s.e.x aside, she wondered what it'd be like to spend the whole night in Carson's bed and not just a few hours. Did he sleep naked? Would they fall asleep in each other's arms? Would he want to have s.e.x with her first thing in the morning? Beverly told her morning s.e.x was the best. Then she'd gone into a little too much detail about how Mike had woken her up.

That would be a great way to wake up; Carson's tongue licking and teasing, his lips sucking on her tender flesh. He kissed her down there with as much skill and enthusiasm as he kissed her mouth. He liked making her squirm until she begged.

Which she always did. Without shame. Then he launched her into that pulse-pounding rush of heaven and gently brought her back down.

Just thinking about all the wonderful sensations her body was capable of under his tutelage sent a tingle down her spine and dampened her panties with want.

When the bedroom door shut, she pushed up on her elbows.

Carson stood by his dresser, small towel wrapped around his hips, rummaging through the top drawer.

His naked back was a sight to behold. His muscles flexed even with the smallest movement, sending the water droplets still clinging to his skin rolling down his sinewy muscles.

Then he faced her. "Caro? You okay?"

She automatically answered, "Uh-huh," but she was more focused on the impressive tent at the juncture of his thighs. Right then she wanted to feel that hardness in her mouth. Kissing him the same way he kissed and tasted her. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she gazed up at him.

He eliminated the s.p.a.ce between them and curled his hand around her face. "Interestin' look on your face, sugar. Whatcha thinkin' about?"

Carolyn didn't break eye contact. "I want to put my mouth on you, but I don't know what to do. Will you teach me what you like?"

His blue eyes went molten. "What prompted you into wantin' to give me a b.l.o.w.j.o.b?"

"Seeing you naked pretty much did it," she admitted. "I love it when you put your mouth down there and I want to know what it feels like to do the same thing to you." There. That hadn't been so hard.

"I want that too. But before we get to the next stage, I wanna hear you say the words."

"What words?"

Carson yanked away the towel. He circled his free hand around the base and stroked up. "This is my c.o.c.k. Say it."

Her cheeks burned. "That's your c.o.c.k."

"I know you've got issues sayin' dirty words, but when that bedroom door closes and it's just you'n me nekkid? Those words ain't dirty. They're body parts-our body parts-and I expect you to tell me what you want."

You can do this. "I want your c.o.c.k in my mouth," she said softly.

Carson groaned and he moved his hand faster. Then he realized what he was doing and stopped. His hand tightened on her face and he swept his thumb over her cheekbone. "So f.u.c.kin' s.e.xy that you want this."

"Show me what you like," she whispered. She placed her hand over his as he stroked himself.

"You can keep a pretty firm grip." He removed his hand, placing hers on that hard shaft. "Slow is good until I need it fast."

Without waiting for instruction, Carolyn angled her head and licked the tip.

He sucked in a breath and said, "More of that."

She swept her tongue across the slit, wetting her tongue with the clear liquid seeping out but it didn't really have a taste. She enclosed the entire tip in her mouth and sucked. Then she backed off and traced the edge of the head with her tongue.

Carson didn't direct her; he just let her explore, apparently not minding that she was so tentative. His hand was still curled around her face and his other hand played with her hair.

Bolstered by his patience, she took the tip in her mouth again and let her lips slide down the length, not stopping until her gag reflex kicked in. This close to his groin she caught a whiff of his musky male scent that even the soap from his shower couldn't mask. She eased back and swallowed him again to where her hand gripped the base.