Page 10 of Claimed by the Cowboy (Havenstone: Mail Order Brides #3)

Not a fucking chance.

I spread her thighs wider, covering her clit with my mouth and rolling my tongue over it again and again. I delve lower, licking at her honeyed entrance.

“A-are you okay?”

Kitty’s question registers through the haze of lust. I lift my head to look at her.

“I mean, can you breathe okay down there? You were making funny noises,” she says breathlessly.

I was so caught up in her sweetness that I didn’t realize I was growling against her flesh.

Grinning like the devil, I say, “Kitty-Cat, if I die down here, I die a happy man.”

She lets out a laugh, somewhere between scandalized and aroused. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” I say, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Tell my brothers I went out doing what I loved.”

She gasps, smacking my shoulder. “Tom!”

I wink, already lowering my mouth again. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ve got excellent lung capacity. Apart from my time as a SEAL, I have years of yelling at goats and running from angry bulls.”

She starts to laugh again, but it quickly turns into a moan as I seal my mouth back over her, determined to make her forget her own name—let alone whatever ridiculous concern she has about my air supply.

“You like my tongue on you?”

“Yes!”

“In you?” I part her with my thumbs and fuck her with my stiffened tongue.

She gives me a strangled scream, undulating her hips wildly. “Please! I need more…”

My cock presses painfully against my jeans. I pause briefly, almost face-planting the ground as I wrestle the damp material down to my knees along with my boxers. My hand finds my throbbing shaft, pumping it aggressively.

Kitty’s eyes widen as she watches me pump my cock, but her hips lift against my mouth, and she’s wetter than before. She likes what she sees. I lick her greedily, running my tongue along her folds in long, slow, sensuous strokes before giving her clit a light suck.

“Oh!” She jerks against me. “That feels amazing.”

“More?”

“Yes. Ah, yes!”

I suckle her clit again, flicking my tongue at the same time.

“Tom?” She sounds a little uncertain, as if she’s frightened to give in to the pleasure.

“It’s okay, darlin’. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Kitty’s back arches as she comes. She cups her breasts, pinching her nipples, her mouth open in a silent sob of ecstasy. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I lick her through it, tasting her release, already knowing that I’m addicted. To this. To her.

When her orgasm finally subsides, I rise to my knees, my jeans straining against my flexing thighs as I pump my engorged cock. Kitty watches, her gaze moving from my rippling abs to my bobbing hand. Having her eyes on me sets me on fire, making me stroke faster.

I lick my lips, groaning. “Watching you come was so fucking hot. Now it’s my turn. How do you want it, darlin’?”

“Um, however you’d like?” Kitty replies uncertainly.

I almost laugh. She’s adorable. It’s clear she has no idea what I mean.

“I want my cum marking your flesh,” I say bluntly.

I expect her to shrink at the idea, but her eyes widen with curiosity.

She shivers under my gaze, but not with disgust. No, I only see longing and need in her eyes as she arches her back to receive my release.

She wants this. Wants me to mark her. Whatever I need, she’s ready to give. Her trust damn near undoes me.

I bellow with pleasure as the first jet erupts, spurting over her left breast and nipple. I aim the next lash over her right breast, my fist pumping furiously, my hips jerking as pleasure scorches me.

When I’m finally spent, I collapse beside her and pull her against my chest. I can’t recall a time I ever came that hard. But it was more than that—it was experiencing that pleasure with Kitty.

She lies on her back, nestled in the crook of my arm, gazing at the clouds shifting and making shapes overhead. A while later, the wind picks up. Gooseflesh breaks out across her arms.

“We should head back,” she whispers against my throat.

“I know.” My arms tighten around her. “But not yet. Give me a few more minutes to memorize this.”

“Tom... what happens now?”

I brush a damp curl from her forehead and press a kiss to the spot. “That depends on you.”

Kitty’s eyes search mine. “On me?”

“I know what I want,” I say quietly. “I’ve known for ten days. I want you. Just you.”

She cradles my face in her palms. “I want you, too, Tom. So much, but”—she bites her lip—“how can I do that to Delaney? ”

“If you want this—if you want me —Delaney will understand. She wants what’s best for you.”

“But what about the plan?”

“Screw the plan.” I smile wryly. “If marrying Delaney means losing you, it’s not the right plan. Because you're worth everything, Kitty. Worth fighting for.”

Silence stretches between us, broken only by the trickle of the creek and the soft breeze sighing through the trees.

“So, what do you say? Think you can handle a cowboy with a questionable sense of humor and goat issues?”

My question comes out casual, but inside, I’m burning.

Kitty’s lips twitch as she traces the line of my jaw. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather handle, Tom Sutton.”

But as she looks at me, I see the worry and guilt buried in her brown eyes and know she’ s thinking of Delaney.

So I pull her close and make a silent promise: she's mine now, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take her away from me.

But even as I hold her, one thought claws at my gut like barbed wire—how the hell am I going to tell Delaney that I’m in love with her sister?