Page 39 of Revelry (Cowgirls Do It Better #2)

Tate

My eyelids forced themselves away from each other as I woke from the deepest sleep.

And was immediately frustrated.

I glanced across the pillow, expecting to see a wild mane of midnight curls, already annoyed Gertrude wasn’t in my arms. My annoyance increased tenfold when I saw the bed empty.

Patting the space and feeling the coolness of the sheets, I figured she hadn’t been beside me for a while. Knowing she had left me without a backwards glance, not even a note or a text, had a pit forming low in my gut.

Did last night mean nothing to her?

The night with her had been amazing. Exquisite.

Mind blowing. All the adjectives. I knew we’d be fire between the sheets, but I hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate.

Things I’d never felt with another before.

She weaved a spell on me, ensnared me with each easy touch over my skin, each breathy exhalation against my lips and each furrow of her brow as she peaked and the smoothness of her features when she crashed.

I would never forget it. I didn’t want to forget it. It wasn’t a one-time deal, I didn’t want it to be.

And I know how that sounded, the guy who didn’t want entanglements was suddenly begging for an entanglement, but it was something about her .

I didn’t know what I wanted it to be but I wanted us to keep doing it while I figured things out.

It was the most fun I’d ever had, and she was the gatekeeper of fun. So surely, she would agree?

I threw back the duvet and sat on the end of the bed, scrubbing my palms over my face in an attempt to brush away the images that flooded my brain and made my dick hard all over again.

Her head thrown back in ecstasy as her hips rolled over me.

The way she clung to me, needy and desperate for relief.

“Stop,” I hissed when another barrage of memories flooded me, making me ache for her.

These foreign feelings were wreaking havoc on my body and soul.

I inhaled deeply and stood up, tugging on boxers and sweatpants.

I glanced at the time and saw it was eleven.

I never slept this late but that’s how much that little pixie had worn me out.

Weirdly, I felt the best I’d felt in years.

I needed coffee. And to get my head straight.

The problem with OCD was sometimes fixating on certain things.

I needed to distract myself before my brain fixated on Gertrude and I could think of nothing else until I could see her, talk to her, have her.

I padded down the stairs, turned towards the kitchen and stopped dead.

Gertrude hadn’t left.

She was here, at the counter, stirring a bowl of something.

In my shirt and nothing else. Her bare smooth legs capturing my attention.

Her round butt wiggled as she stirred so vigorously.

Her hair was pulled into a messy knot on the top of her head, a few tendrils escaping and curling around her forehead and cheeks.

She huffed one away from her mouth and I leaned against the doorframe, folding my arms over my chest and watched her, a small smile on my lips.

Watching her like this was turning into a habit, a new ritual, and one I was happy to follow.

She grabbed a dish, sprinkling something into the bowl before swiping her finger through the mixture and bringing it to her mouth. The sight of her pink tongue snaking out and swirling around the digit had my relaxed demeanor tightening up and my dick, which was half hard, went the full way.

I cleared my throat but she didn’t react. Didn’t act like she knew I was there. She was so absorbed in her creation. She frowned as her tongue smacked, tasting the treat.

“More salt,” she murmured, before reaching for another dish and sprinkling in a pinch of salt and stirring again.

I watched her for easily ten minutes, just absorbing her process, the way it was trial and error.

A bit more of this, a little pinch of that and adding ingredients until she got to the right flavor.

I could never do this. I needed to know the exact amount of each item.

I couldn’t just create this way and it amazed me to watch her work.

I now understood why she was so fascinated with watching me shoe horses.

I groaned as an intrusive image of her doing this in leather chaps filled my mind.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed off from the wall and stepped beside her.

“Morning,” I said, my voice a little raspy.

She leapt aside. “Jesus!”

“I should really stop scaring you in my own home,” I chuckled.

Her eyes ran over my face, trailing down my bare chest in a teasing way.

“Good morning.” She offered me a sly smirk that I wanted to kiss off her face, but I didn’t know what boundaries we had. Would she welcome my touch? My lips? My kiss? Or did she just want to continue being friends?

We stared at each other, the air turning heavy as I imagined all the thoughts running through her mind. Her brow pinched and I could only imagine what she was thinking. She jolted out of her daze.

“Here, taste this,” she said and turned back to her bowl. I glanced down at the creamy mixture and then she was holding her finger out to me.

I paused and I saw the moment that uncertainty crossed her features.

She started to pull her hand away but I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, my tongue sliding over her finger and scooping up the ice cream.

Her chest expanded with a sharp breath as I lingered, nibbling at the skin before rolling the ice cream around my mouth.

The sharp tang of salt hit and was replaced by the sweetness of caramel.

My eyelids fluttered shut. “Mmm,” I groaned. “More.”

A moment later, she dabbed a blob on my lip and I ran my tongue over it. Her eyes heated and her nostrils flared before she dabbed another smudge of ice cream on her neck. My eyes glued to the spot and my heart hammered in my chest.

She did want more.

I gripped her hips and pulled her close, running my hands down her bare thighs and round to cup her ass under my shirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties?” I grunted as I moved my hand under her ass and brushed over her bare lips.

She shivered against me and shook her head.

I slipped my knee between her thighs and raised it, hitting her core.

When she gasped, my mouth sucked her neck.

The salty, sweet taste exploded over my tongue and she rocked herself over my knee as I licked and sucked.

“Again,” I growled and she rolled into me. “Use me. Take what you need.”

She worked herself against me as I held her to my mouth. I could see her neck turning red from the blood being pulled to the surface of her skin by my ministrations. A dark part of me was satisfied I was marking her. It turned me animalistic.

Something about Gertrude sent me into a frenzy and I didn’t know why or how, only that it was the most alive I’d ever felt.

She worked herself faster, little gasps leaving her lips as she did.

My hand pressed into the small of her back, pacing her movements so she was forced to take it slow.

I wanted to torture her a little. A strangled moan fled her lips as I lifted my knee higher and pressed my hand firmer against her back, making her journey a slow, hard griiiind.

“Oh God, it’s…” she uttered.

I couldn’t talk, could only bury my face in her neck. Then her little hand worked between us and cupped me through my sweatpants and all bets were off. She squeezed my dick tight and I throbbed sharply, almost exploded there and then but I managed to hold myself back.

“Does that feel good, sugar?”

“Yes,” she whined. I loved that whiny voice she got when she was close to ecstasy. Like the sensations I provided reduced her to nothing but a needy mess.

My needy mess.

I wanted her needy for me, obsessed with me like I was becoming obsessed with her.

“I want you to come so hard, you’ll throb every time you think about this moment. I want you to flood me. I can feel you soaking my leg, you’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you, sugar?”

“God, Tate,” she groaned, her eyelids closed, her teeth burying into her bottom lip.

I had her by the hips, increasing the speed I jerked her over my leg as her hand gripped my dick hard, like she didn’t want to let go. Her tits bounced with each pull and I released her for a moment to rip the shirt open so I could see them.

Reaching into the forgotten bowl on the counter, I dabbed ice cream onto each nipple, then swiped my tongue over one, the sweet tang flooding my mouth. I sucked in desperate pulls as her hand flew into my hair, tugging hard and eliciting growls from me.

“Again,” she demanded. I switched to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

She shuddered against me, and I tugged her onto the floor, one hand cupping the back of her head as I placed hungry kisses over her neck and chest. I rocked my hips into the cradle of hers, hitting her perfectly each time judging by her whimpers.

“Fuck me, Tate. Please, get inside me,” she whispered urgently, fumbling at my sweatpants.

Then I was freed and she was gripping me tight, her palm hot against me and she swiped the head of my dick through her wetness, coating me.

The heat from her had me shaking, I couldn’t last much longer and I wanted to fuck her, hard.

“Stop playing, sugar.”

Her eyelids lowered seductively. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”

“Then put me inside you now so I can fuck this sweet pussy and make you scream,” I commanded, gripping her chin and crushing our mouths together in a bruising kiss.

Her wet heat enveloped me inch by agonizing inch.

My muscles pulled taut to fight against the urgency in my body but I could see how much she was enjoying torturing me and I wouldn’t take that away from her, no matter how desperate for her I was.

When our hips bumped together, she let out a contented sigh. I swallowed the sound, sealing our lips and then I started to fuck her. Hard, punishing thrusts, my hips swinging, hearing the sound of our flesh slapping together wetly.

It was dirty, filthy and fucking amazing.

Her little pleas and moans all fell into my mouth. I didn’t let her pull away, just absorbed each noise, every one feeding me, driving me higher. Giving me the approval that I craved, to know she was enjoying this, that I was doing it right.

I felt when she exploded, her body tightening and clenching around me so forcefully, I could barely thrust in and out, just had to let her body choke me and it did. She came hard and long and I couldn’t hold out. Her body tore my orgasm from me in a sharp, blissful burst.

I kept thrusting gently and kissing her until we eventually stopped moving and just lay on the kitchen floor in a boneless heap of sated pleasure.

I kissed her for what felt like hours. I couldn’t stop.

Didn’t ever want to stop. I eventually hardened again inside her and we did it all over again.

I’d never experienced anything like this, it was perfection.

When our eyes connected and I lost myself in her swirling indigo stare, silence reigned.

The world quieted, just enough for the intense wave of peace to crash into me and wash away all the trauma, all the savage anger and misery and leave behind only us.

This moment. Beautiful in its simplicity and so vital for my soul.

She was vital for my soul.