Page 22 of Claimed by the Cowboy (Havenstone: Mail Order Brides #3)

Kitty

Tom falls on me with a growl, burying his fingers in my hair, his heated gaze on my mouth. When he kisses me, he mutters, “My beautiful, strong wife.”

His words allow me to surrender control and let him lead the way. I love how he dominates me without undermining me, worshiping even as he claims.

He wraps his powerful arms around me, holding my body captive against his, chest to chest, as he ravishes my mouth.

I moan into his mouth as our tongues twine.

This kiss is shattering, more primal than any kiss we’ve shared before.

By the time he breaks the kiss, I’m lightheaded, and my lips are swollen like he promised .

Tom gives me another whole-body squeeze as if he wants to feel every inch of me against him all at once. His hands slide down to cup my ass, grinding my mound against his shaft. “I crave you endlessly, Kitty. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I’m going to take you hard, darlin’.”

I throw my leg over his hip, gasping as his cock bumps my clit. “Yes, yes! ”

He flips us so I’m on top, and before I have time to catch my breath, his big palm lands on my ass.

Slap.

My reaction shocks me. A sound I don’t recognize leaves my lips. I writhe for more, bucking against him.

“Are you beginning to understand what you’ve asked for, wife?” Tom grates.

“Yes,” I pant as cool air whispers over the heated flesh of my bottom. “And I want more.”

Slap.

His palm lands on my other cheek, and my eyes roll back in my head. I whimper as each ass cheek receives another smack. My thighs tighten and my clit pulses. Dear God, he’s going to make me come if this continues.

As if sensing my thoughts, Tom rolls me onto my back again. “Ah, ah. You don’t get to come until I say, darlin’.” He clasps my hands and stretches my arms over my head. “Keep your arms here.”

I nod, biting my lip, eager for whatever he’s going to do next.

Rising to his knees, he leans over me, his mouth scorching a path from my neck to my nipple. When his hot mouth closes around it, he sucks hard, and my back arches sharply. He moves to the other nipple, tormenting the peak with another harsh suck.

“Oh, so good,” I moan, lowering my arms instinctively to slide my fingers through his hair and hold him to me.

He nips my breast. “Arms.”

I shiver as he reminds me who’s in control, and I raise my arms again.

“Open your legs.”

I draw my knees up and let them fall open .

His eyes are heavy-lidded as he lifts them to mine. “Open wider. Let me see what’s mine.”

Oh, sweet heavens, his words are driving me closer and closer…

I do as he asks, pulling my knees to my chest and exposing myself fully.

His gaze locks on my sex. “Good girl.”

My hips rock as he kisses down my belly, lifting each leg over his shoulders.

“Tom,” I squeak as he dips his head to inhale my scent.

His expression becomes predatory as he licks his lips, almost making me orgasm.

He clamps my hips and licks the length of me, his sharp growl of pleasure drowning out my cries. Between strokes of his tongue, he asks, “Do you like me licking your cunt? Tonguing it like this?”

“Oh, I… Yes! God, yes, Tom,” I whimper, on the edge.

He slips a finger inside me, groaning as I clench around it. Pressing his mouth over my clit, he sucks it until it throbs against his lips. My hips instinctively lift from the bed, but he keeps me pinned.

Tom wedges a second finger inside me, brushing kisses against my swollen nub. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re always so tight for me, so perfect. My gorgeous wife can handle everything I give her.”

“I can,” I gasp, rocking against his hand. “I can take it. Take you. All of you.”

“We’ll see about that.” His thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes me cry out, circling with enough pressure to drive me wild. “Because I’m done holding back, Kitty. Done treating you like you might break.”

He fingers my entrance harder with shallow pumps, coaxing wetness from my core. “That’s it, darlin’ Give me more of that.”

My hair spills out across the pillow as I thrash my head, my moans echoing off the cabin walls. “Tom, please!” I plead. “I need you inside me.”

He brushes my damp hair from my forehead, his blue eyes full of adoration. “I know, love. I need that too. Need to feel you wrapped around me. Need to know you're mine and safe and not going anywhere.”

He withdraws his fingers and reaches for a condom. I snatch it from him as he tears it open and hold his gaze as I slowly roll it down his thick length. His chest heaves as my fingers brush his sensitive balls, and a strangled groan breaks from his throat.

“Christ, Kitty.” His voice is hoarse, reverent, and wrecked at once. “Who the hell ever said wearing one of these killed the pleasure?”

I smile wickedly. “Good to know.”

He groans again, hips twitching as I finish. “When you’re fully healed, you’ll talk to your doctor about birth control. Until then…” He kisses me hard, swallowing my gasp. “This is how I keep you safe.”

He positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against me with an urgency that makes us both groan.

“Look at me,” he commands.

When I meet his eyes, he drives into me with one powerful thrust that makes me scream his name.

The sensation is overwhelming—not only our physical joining, but the emotional weight of what we’re doing. Claiming each other in defiance of everything trying to tear us apart.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, holding perfectly still while my body adjusts to the invasion. “That’s my girl. Taking every inch like you were made for me.”

“I was made for you,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as the slight burn gives way to pleasure so intense it’s almost overwhelming.

“Damn right.”

Tom’s rhythm is primal and demanding. Each thrust hits a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I match him as he rocks his cock home again and again, proving with my body that I can take everything he gives me and demand more.

“Harder,” I huff, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “I won’t break. I promise I won’t break.”

Sweat drips from his forehead onto my quivering breasts as he sets a pace that’s fierce and claiming and absolutely perfect.

My core clenches around every inch, pulling a strangled groan from his chest. Each thrust speaks of possession, of partnership, of two people who refuse to be separated by fear, threats, or anything else.

The sound of our bodies joining fills the cabin—raw and honest and perfect.

“What? No!” I object loudly, hands grasping for him as he withdraws.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ve got you,” he rasps, maneuvering me to my hands and knees.

His fingers dig into my hips as he impales me again from behind, wrenching me back on his shaft. I cry out as he seats himself deeply, positioning me to receive his vigorous thrusts as he rides me hard. I take him, all of him, moaning as I relish this primal claiming.

“Look at my wife handling her husband’s cock like the goddess she is.” His rhythm becomes more urgent. “You’re mine, Kitty. And I’m yours. Completely fucking yours.”

He changes the angle of his thrusts, sending me spiraling toward the edge. When his hand slides between our bodies to find my clit again, when he circles and presses while driving into me with that perfect rhythm, I shatter around him with a cry that must carry to the mountains.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he groans, his thrusts erratic as my body clenches around him. “Love when you come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

The words send another wave of pleasure crashing over me as one orgasm merges into another. “Oh, shit. I’m coming again. Coming … so hard,” I sob.

A roar bursts from Tom’s lungs as his climax seizes him. He bellows my name to the ceiling, quaking violently as he empties inside me.

With a final groan, he collapses over my shivering body, pressing a kiss to my nape. “Christ, Kitty. So good. So right.”

Lowering himself beside me, he tugs me to him, his forehead resting against mine, our harsh breaths mingling. “You okay, love? I didn’t hurt you?”

My lips curve in a sated, blissful smile, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You didn’t hurt me,” I whisper, brushing my mouth against his jaw. “You made me feel alive. Whole. Like nothing can touch us.”

His blue eyes are molten and fierce, but so full of reverence that it nearly undoes me all over again. “That’s all I ever want. To give you everything, to love you until my last breath.”

We lie tangled together, the afternoon sunlight streaming through our bedroom window as our heartbeats gradually slow. Tom traces lazy patterns on my shoulder.

I press a kiss to his chest.“Feel better?”

“Much better.” His arm tightens around me. “Thank you for not backing down. For making me remember that protecting you doesn't mean hiding you away.”

I prop myself up to look at him properly. “I love being protected by you, Tom. Love knowing you’d fight the world to keep me safe. But I need you to remember that I’m strong enough to fight beside you.”

“I know you are.” He cups my face. “You proved that today. Standing up to me, refusing to run when things got dangerous.”

“Good. Because I plan on being your partner for a very long time.”

“How long?”

“Forever. Kids, grandkids, growing old together on this ranch.”

His palm strokes down to rest on my stomach, possessive and tender. “When we’re ready, I want those four kids you promised me.”

The image of tiny cowboys and cowgirls with Tom’s blue eyes makes my chest ache with longing. “I want that too.”

“In the meantime, we can perfect our technique,” he says with a wicked grin, already hardening against my thigh.

“Already feels pretty perfect to me.”

“Oh, there’s always room for improvement.” He rolls us over, caging me beneath his body.

“Mmm, I like the way you think, husband.”I smirk. “Besides, you’re ten short on those dozen orgasms you promised me. ”

He raises an eyebrow. “Ten short, huh? Guess I’m slacking.”

“Terribly,” I tease, dragging my nails lightly down his back. “I might have to file a complaint.”

“Oh, I’ll handle complaints, Mrs. Sutton.” His voice drops to a growl that vibrates straight through me. “But fair warning, my solution may involve tying you up and making sure you can’t walk the next day.”

My breath catches, arousal sparking all over again. “Sounds like a thorough… resolution.”

“Thorough is my specialty.” His grin is wicked, but there’s tenderness in the way he brushes a strand of hair from my damp cheek. “And if it takes all night to get to twelve, then I’ll just have to sacrifice myself.”

I laugh breathlessly. “My poor, selfless husband.”

He presses a hot kiss to my throat, his voice rough against my skin. “Yours. Forever.”

Tom’s mouth and hands worship every inch of me until I'm begging for release, until I’m sobbing his name and clawing at his back as he takes me apart with a skill that speaks of complete knowledge of my body and absolute determination to drive me wild.

When he finally thrusts inside me again, it’s with a reverence that speaks of partnership, of building something together that will last a lifetime.

Let our enemies come. They’re about to learn exactly what happens when you threaten a Sutton.

And they’re not going to like the lesson.