Page 12 of My Cowboy Kiss (Lucky River Cowboys #4)

Courtney

“Look what I found, Mama!” Our four-year-old son Paxton holds up a grasshopper. “I fixed him.” He has an affinity for helping animals just like his father, but I draw the line at insects. Especially ones that can jump.

“Okay, honey.” I shoo him toward the door. “Put it back.”

“Nooo…I want to put it in my pocket and give it to Grandma.”

I laugh before I can prevent the sound from escaping. “You know Grandma doesn’t like bugs.”

“But she loves me.” He beams. “We’re leaving now?”

I dry my hands on a towel by the sink and then hang it to dry. “Yes, we’re leaving. Are you excited to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa?”

“Yes!” He bounces up and down. Then he spins around when the front door opens and River strides in.

My heart catches in my throat. This sexy cowboy is mine. To have. To hold. To fuck like crazy. I grin as that thought flits through my mind.

He notices me grinning and lifts an eyebrow. “What?”

I shake my head. “I’ll tell you later. Pax, don’t really put that grasshopper in your pocket.”

River stops him as he’s trying to do that.

“This is for Grandma,” Pax tells him.

“Is that so?” River looks over at me. “In that case I should find some worms too so it’s not lonely when you give it to Grandma.”

I laugh. “Your mom will mount your head on the wall if you do that.”

Frances once told me that the hardest part about raising all the boys was how they always had something creeping or crawling around.

Our golden retriever rushes into the room, his feet skidding on the floor. The momentum carries him across, and he crashes into Pax. River hikes our son up and into the air before he can fall.

“Dog! Stay,” River commands when the pup tries to leave with us.

Pax was told he could name the retriever when it was brought home and all he kept doing was clapping his hands excitedly and calling him Dog. The name stuck.

River’s brother Marshall will take care of Dog while we’re away.

I strap our son into his car seat and then we set off for the short trip from our place to the main house.

We built our house ourselves using reclaimed wood and salvaged items. It was a long labor of love, and the house is like us. Not perfect, but sturdy. It’ll stand the test of time.

At the main house, my father-in-law eases down the porch steps the minute we pull into the driveway. “Pax!” he says throwing his arms wide.

Frances follows shortly after and starts chatting away to our boy. “Where are the two of you headed?” she asks but her attention is not on us.

“Somewhere to fuck my wife without interruption,” River whispers in my ear, then he gets Pax’s overnight bag from the back of the truck.

His parents tell us goodbye, then walk into the house.

“We’re lucky to have family so close by,” I say. “There’s always someone wanting to babysit.”

“Mmm hmm…lucky.” River swats me on the ass as I climb into the truck.

“Did you get the tent?” I ask when he joins me. We’re heading to a private campground we’ve visited for the last couple of years.

“Yep.”

“And camp cookware?”

“Yep.”

“And my vibrator?”

He swivels his head to gape at me. “When did you get—oh. You’re teasing.”

“You were giving me one word answers. I wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

“I always pay attention to you. Especially when you’re naked.”

“What am I going to do with you?” I put my hand on his thigh and his muscle bunches under my touch.

“I can think of several ideas.” He smirks. “And if you want to get a vibrator, I’ll let it join us while I’m doing you.”

“Is that so?”

He nods. “I’ll fuck you with it in one hole while I’m doing the other hole. Or while you’re sucking me, I’ll use it to make you come at the same time.”

I groan. “How far are we from the site?”

“A ways.”

“Then we need to talk about something else instead.”

“Instead of me fucking you so good?”

“River!”

He whips the truck down a long dirt road.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to park the truck in the woods and give you a quickie that’s so good it’ll make you scream. There…” He pulls the truck in between a thick covering of trees and gets out to come around to my side.

“Are you serious?”

He unfastens my seatbelt and puts his hand on my stomach, gently pushing me backward on the seat. He snatches a towel from the back and works it under me. “Time is wasting.”

“Honey…”

He tugs my jeans off, then my panties before pulling me to the edge of the seat. “A quickie for my dickie.”

I laugh then instantly suck in a breath when he leans down and puts his mouth on me.

I’m already wet and quivering with anticipation.

River knows exactly how to use his tongue to stimulate me and when to change the rhythm and pressure.

Sometimes I think of him and what he can do to my body.

The craving for the intense kinds of orgasms he gives me makes it hard to go about my day if he’s not around.

I lose all thought now except for how he’s pleasuring me with his mouth and when I come, it’s with my whole body. The intensity of it lifts my ass from the seat and makes my abdomen clench tightly as I come, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

He slides into me, filling me with his cock.

“I’m too spent to participate,” I say with a grin.

“Sure. You just think you can lie there and take it.”

“Oh!”

“Too spent to participate? I think not. You feel my cock touching your pleasure button there? Feel that baby.”

“I do,” I say. “I do.”

“I know you do and I’m going to rock you.” He thrusts into me, touching my clit in just the right place to send me into another orgasm.

“So good,” I murmur.

“Take this now…there it goes….” River tenses and then spills into me. “Fuck me! It keeps getting better every time.”

“I’ll say.” I sit to clean myself up and wince. “Except I think I got friction burn on my ass.”

He instantly checks and puts his hand on my cheek to check. “Was I too enthusiastic?”

“There’s no such thing,” I say.

He laughs and kisses me.

We clean ourselves up and hit the road again.

“You know what I’m thinking?” I say a few minutes later.

“How great my cock is.”

I laugh. “Well yeah, that too. I’m thinking the best moment of my life is when I met you. Don’t you agree?”

He sucks in air between his teeth. “That’s a tough one.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“I’d say the best moment was when we fucked for the first time. Then the best moment was when you said you loved me. Then the best moment was when we got married. Then the best moment was when you told me you were pregnant. In other words, all the times with you are the best moments.”

I blink back tears. “You always know how to say the most beautiful things.”

“I just speak from my heart, honey.”

“In case I haven’t told you today, I love you.”

“You have and you’re just saying it now because you want my sexy dick again.”

I scoot closer and put my head on his shoulder. “Seriously now. I love you.”

“I love you to the woods and back.”

I lift my head. “Are you going to keep this up the whole time?”

“Nah. I’ll be good. Sooo good.”

I laugh again and think how fortunate I am that I’m married to him. Not just because he’s the love of my life but because he knows how to make me laugh. And he knows how to love me back. And he does it so very well. My amazing cowboy.