Page 8 of Ride ’em Cowboy (Roosters #1)

“This was fun.” Fiona clambered off the back of Wyatt’s Harley and pulled off her helmet.

“I was scared at first, but the wind on my face felt amazing.” Not to mention the fact that she got to snuggle up against his warm back and wrap her arms around him.

The physical attraction between them hadn’t lessened any with the implementation of their new dating rules.

If anything, it had increased now that they’d agreed not to satisfy their carnal impulses until they got to know each other a little better.

Wyatt smiled that slow, lopsided smile she’d come to love.

“I knew I could win you over. There’s nothing like the freedom of being on a bike.

” He pulled a blanket out of one of the saddlebags and tossed it to her before turning back to retrieve a small cooler from the other.

“And as a bonus, we can get to places like this where we can picnic in private.”

“This” was a small meadow with a creek running through the middle of it. Wildflowers in a riotous array of colors ringed the clearing. The road in had been barely more than a goat trail for the past few miles. Not surprisingly, there was no one else in sight. “It’s beautiful. How’d you find it?”

He walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to a spot where the water from the creek burbled over a series of rocks.

“Mac gave me directions. He said his parents used to bring the family up here years ago for Sunday picnics after church. I scouted it out yesterday to make sure it was still accessible.”

Fiona smiled. It warmed her heart to know he’d cared enough to check it out before bringing her up here.

Over the past month, she’d slowly come to acknowledge that Wyatt was nothing like her ex.

He’d stuck to his part of the bargain, although she’d known it hadn’t been easy for him.

He’d treated her with nothing but courtesy and respect.

It hadn’t been easy on her either. The sexual attraction burned as bright as ever between them and it would have been so easy to just let the sizzling heat take over.

But then, she never would have come to know Wyatt as a person, a man who would take the time to find out her favorite flower or what kind of food she liked.

A man who thought of her as more than just a way to satisfy his own needs, but wanted to have a true give-and-take relationship.

Still, they were both adults. She smiled inwardly as she thought of the lacy bra and panties she’d donned under her clothing this morning.

The black lace outfit covered the bare minimum while managing to look sexier than if she were completely naked.

She’d felt so very feminine and naughty when she’d looked at her image in the full-length mirror.

It was time to take things with Wyatt a little farther than a few passionate kisses.

She spread the blanket out on the grass under a willow tree and sat down.

Wyatt brought the little cooler over and set it between them.

Fiona gathered her courage, moved the cooler off to the side, and scooted over to lean against Wyatt.

Glancing up, she saw the surprised look on his face before he slowly turned to let her nestle in closer.

Fiona could feel the tension in him and could only imagine what he was thinking. He’d promised not to push her into anything unless she was ready, but she hadn’t made the same promise. She assumed he’d be ready any time. If not, she was about to find out.

She turned into him, covering his mouth with hers as she reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly began to unbutton them.

He remained passive under her roving hands, and she started to enjoy the novelty of being the aggressor in the sexual encounter.

She pushed the shirt down off his shoulders and slid her palms across the solid muscles of his chest.

The man must work out every day. She could feel the thick ropes of muscles under his skin, and as she moved her hands lower, the term washboard took on a whole new meaning.

“You need to be sure you want this.” Wyatt murmured the warning against her mouth as she moved lower, sliding her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. “I’m trying to be good, but a man can only take so much.”

“I’m sure you’ll be very good.” She looked up to make sure he knew she was serious before she teased her way down his face and bit down gently on his chin. “I’m a big girl, and we’ve been going out for over a month now. I think it’s time to see if the chemistry is still there.”

“Oh, it’s here all right.” Wyatt took one of her hands and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. “I was starting to think I was going to spend the rest of my life with a hard- on.”

Fiona let out a soft sigh. If anything, that bulge felt even bigger than she remembered.

“I wouldn’t want to let such an impressive hard-on go to waste.

” She unfastened the buckle and undid his jeans.

Much as she enjoyed the cowboy image, she’d be happy if he’d forgo that belt once in a while.

It placed just one more obstacle in the way of what she was after.

The jeans were stretched so tight she had difficulty getting the zipper to slide down.

When she finally managed to get the jeans undone, his cock sprang free and she curled her fist around it.

Commando yet again. She was starting to wonder if the man even owned a pair of underwear -- not that it mattered.

Wyatt leaned back on his elbows, his eyes half closed as he watched her.

“Very nice, cowboy.” She lowered her head and slurped her tongue down his cock in a long wet slide.

“Oh, damn, that feels good.” He practically growled the words out.

“Tastes good, too.” She took another swipe, this time tracing the thick vein that ran down the side.

“Fuck!” Wyatt bucked his hips in response.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet.” She lifted her head, staring straight into his eyes. “I want to taste your cock first.”

She could feel his gaze on her as she lowered her head, opening her lips to devour his shaft. She cupped his sac, squeezing it gently while she slid her tongue down the side of his cock before bringing it up to swirl around the sensitive head.

She heard his teeth snap closed with an audible click when she swallowed him whole, sucking him down with cheerful abandon.

She’d never enjoyed giving head as much as she did right now.

This wasn’t some one-night stand. This was the man who’d spent the last month trying to prove to her that he cared about her.

Her fingers traced a feather-light path across his stomach and down his thighs, and his whole body quivered in response.

“Stop. Please. I want to be inside you when I come.” He gasped the words out between clenched teeth.

Fiona looked up, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. “You want to fuck now?”

“No, I want to make love to you, like you deserve.” The note of pleading that crept into his voice was her undoing. She couldn’t remember a man asking permission to make love to her.

Make love , not fuck. Same thing, and yet totally different.

She felt a smile curve the corner of her mouth. “I’d like that, but I want to do it my way first. Can we do that?”

“We can do this however you want, baby.” A slow, sensual grin lit up his face.

“Well then.” She sat upright in one incredibly sexy, fluid move. “I’ve got a hankering to ride me a cowboy.” She grinned as she removed her clothing, placing it in a tidy pile on the ground before reaching into his pants pocket for a condom.

Moving beside him, she kept eye contact as she rolled the rubber onto his rigid shaft. That accomplished, she slung one shapely leg across his thighs, pushing him down so that he lay flat on his back. Taking his cock in her hand, she slowly stroked it from tip to base.

Holding his gaze, she rose up on her knees and directed his cock at the moist folds guarding her pussy.

She slowly lowered herself onto his stiff shaft, rotating her hips to make sure he felt every little movement.

One slick, hot inch at a time, his cock stretched its way up inside her.

The fit was tight, damn tight and she felt incredibly full.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally encompassed all of him.

She loved the novelty of being in charge, of deciding what to do and when. Wyatt reached up to grasp her hips but he let her set the pace.

She started to move slowly, grinding her hips against him as she slid up and down his shaft.

It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar heat building, tense waves of desire sizzling along every nerve.

It had been a long, celibate month, and he was so damn sexy.

Hell, even his gentleman act was sexy. She wasn’t sure who wanted this more, him or her.

She rode him faster and faster, her pussy gripping his shaft with every move. Her nostrils flared wide as she gasped for breath, and she let out tiny moans as carnal need raced through her.

Wyatt met her thrust for thrust, his heels digging into the grassy riverbank for traction. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he gripped her tight.

Her focus narrowed. Only the two of them mattered. Wyatt and her. His cock felt truly amazing, sliding in and out as she rode him with wild abandon.

She opened her eyes and stared straight down into his. “Damn it, Wyatt, I’m going to come.”

He held her tight as she squirmed and writhed, her hips grinding hard against his groin. She tossed her head back and screamed her passion to the sky above as the orgasm washed over her with the power of a tsunami.

She collapsed on top of Wyatt, and he held her tight as wave after wave of aftershock ran through her. As they slowed, Fiona snuggled against him, her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, and he moved to rest his chin on the top of her head.

“This is nice.” She murmured the words softly. “Cuddling, I mean. The sex too, but the cuddling is nice. Thank you.”

“I think I should be the one thanking you.” He tightened his arms around her. “I know I said I’d keep my hands off you, but it’s been getting harder and harder. Have you any idea how sexy you look sitting in the church office with your glasses perched on the end of your nose?”

Fiona giggled. “I look like a nerd, but I hate contacts.”

“A very sexy nerd. And then there’s the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re trying to think of a nice way to tell me I’m crazy. Very sexy.”

“You are crazy. You know that don’t you?”

“Yup. Crazy about you. So does this mean you’ve decided to give me a chance?”

Fiona nodded without opening her eyes. “I guess it does. Unless of course, you forgot to bring snacks. Good sex makes me hungry.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “What do you think’s in that cooler I brought?”

She lifted her head and looked over at the cooler. “It’s kind of small. I take it you’re not planning on having another round once we catch our breath?”

Wyatt let out a mock growl. “Woman, you’re going to drive me crazy! As soon as I get some energy, I’m going to feed you those snacks and then astound you with my strength, stamina, and amazing moves.”

Fiona giggled. “I have no doubt you will do just that, Mr. Cowboy. No doubt at all.”

She knew she was stalling, but she couldn’t help it. So long as they were laughing and making love, she could put off the one thing standing between them and a bright, shiny future.

She needed to be brave. She needed to tell him about her past. She took a deep breath and started to talk. Once she started, it all came out, every nasty thing that had happened, every terrifying experience.

“That bastard!” Wyatt wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her close. His chin rested on the top of her head as he surrounded her completely with his warm, loving support and caring.

There was nothing sexual in that hold, just an unspoken promise to keep her safe, and a sense of outrage over the details of her past that she’d confided to him.

Fiona felt the silent tears trace their way down her cheeks.

It had taken a huge amount of courage on her part to share the terror and humiliation of her past but if she and Wyatt were truly going to have any chance at a future, he needed to know.

He’d seen the scars, but she’d let him assume they were from an accident. Now he knew the truth, and how he handled that would tell her whether or not they had any hope of creating their own happily ever after.

“You’re sure he doesn’t know where you are?” Wyatt stroked his hand down her back in a soothing gesture.

“Fairly sure, but there’s always a chance he could track me down.

I legally switched to my grandmother’s maiden name when the divorce was final but it’s hard to stay hidden these days what with social media and all.

My phone number is unlisted, and I’m pretty careful about anything I do online.

I just hope he doesn’t come looking. He was furious when I pressed charges, and even more so when I got that restraining order. ”

Wyatt held her at arm’s length, making eye contact.

His grim expression lent weight to his words.

“No matter how it goes between us, if you even suspect he’s in the area, or if he tries to contact you, you tell me.

If he so much as thinks of harming one little hair on your pretty head, I will make him regret the day he was born. ”

Fiona had to resist the urge to smile through the tears.

Unlike some of the professionals who were supposed to have helped her when her ex went berserk, he didn’t subtly shift the focus from the abuser to the victim by asking why she’d stayed so long or what she’d done to anger her ex to the point of landing her in the hospital.

The barrier she’d put up around her heart cracked just enough to let him in. Him. Wyatt. Her motorcycle riding, bad boy cowboy, amazingly sensitive lover.

She reached up to wind her arms around his neck, looking straight into his eyes and seeing the fierce conviction there. “You will be the first to know.”

“I mean it. Don’t bother calling the cops, or nine-one-one. They have to follow the rules. I’ll just take care of it.”

She nodded. She believed him one hundred percent. She almost felt sorry for her asshole of an ex if he dared to show up.

Closing her eyes, she pulled Wyatt’s head down to place a soft kiss on his lips. She’d found her very happily ever after in the arms of a cowboy. Ride ‘em Cowboy!