Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(34)

“Jesus, you’re naked under this robe. You were coming out to greet a killer wearing only this?”

“Shut up, Wydell. I’m still doing laundry.” She leaned over him and kissed him. Long, hungry kisses that made him instantly hard. As she took charge, he touched her all over. Shoulders, rounded breasts, splaying his hands across her belly and hips. Dipping his fingertip into the shadow of her navel and running it down to the blonde patch of hair covering the treat he wanted most.

“Bring your pussy up here. I want to taste it.”

She moaned. Without hesitation, she pushed back and scooted up his body to straddle his face.

Her honeyed scents struck him. Gripping her hips, he tugged her right where he wanted her. When his tongue met her folds, her whole body became boneless. He lapped a path from clit to opening, tasting every inch of her slick, needy pussy.

Her small sounds became more forceful. Her thigh muscles quivered around his ears, and he swirled his tongue back and forth across her straining nubbin. Her rasping breath stopped altogether, and he knew she was close. Rumbling his encouragement, he gently rubbed his stubbled chin over her pussy.

Pushing down hard on his mouth, she took what she needed. And damn, he wanted to give it to her—and more. He doubled his efforts until she writhed, gulping her noises back as if she remembered the Kents slept in tents not far off. He’d have to get her to move her trailer if they were to have more outdoor romps.

Her sweet juices flooded his tongue, and he groaned. How would he ever stop making these midnight trips to enfold her in his arms? He couldn’t.

Making love to her with his tongue, he drove her higher. Short cries burst from her. As her release hit, she sank her fingers into his hair and called his name.




Anya’s muscles shook and her insides were molten lava. She could barely hold herself up, but she didn’t need to for long. Wydell grabbed her and flipped her into the grass. The robe covering her back protected her from the dew, but she welcomed the coolness against her hot skin.

For hours she’d been lying in bed, fantasizing about Wydell. As he claimed her mouth, she tasted herself and mewled. Slowly dragging his tongue through her mouth, he shared her flavors while she removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt and jeans. When she reached inside his boxers and pulled his hard cock free, a wild noise left him.

“Hell, I need in your hot, tight body.”

She hooked her thigh around his hip and urged him closer.

“Condom,” he muttered.

For a moment she wished there were no barriers between them. She could tell him she’d been on the pill for ages to regulate her periods, but he was right. They didn’t know each other well enough. Heck, she didn’t even like him, right?

As the thought surfaced, she knew it was a lie. Wydell was a warrior who was still hurting from what he’d endured. He was a good man, a hard worker with enough brains to keep her mind hopping. And she didn’t want to admit it, but his sarcastic humor tickled her too, especially when he got started about hamster families storing their china in her trailer cabinet.

Staring into his eyes, she said breathlessly, “Hurry.”

In a flash, he stripped off his boots and clothing and had a rubber slid into place. “It’s my last one, so we gotta make this good.” His eyes burned.

“Or get creative later.”

He groaned and shoved deep in one solid thrust. “Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed her while stealing her mind with every hard shove of his cock.

With him surrounding her completely and the moon riding high in the sky, she marveled at how alive she felt. How free and at home she was here in Los Vista—and how cherished she was in Wydell’s arms.

She hugged him closer to her, loving his weight crushing her.

“You’ll never get the grass stains out of that robe.”

“I don’t give a damn. Give me your mouth.”

His eyes flashed as he swooped in. Their tongues tangled and she started to come. Long, quivering pulsations she didn’t have a prayer of staying silent for. He captured her cries with his kisses as he pumped faster.

At his first grunt, she flew higher. Watching his handsome face contort in bliss. His jaw was shadowed with dark hair and his eyes burning. Waves of pleasure stole her mind, and she floated for several minutes in a sexual haze before she realized she probably was having trouble breathing with him squashing her.

She pushed against his chest, and he rolled to the side, his face burrowed against her neck.

“I don’t know what it is about you. I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said hoarsely.

“Me neither, and I’m finished trying. Why don’t we stop pretending we’re enemies and do this right?” She could have bitten off her tongue at her hasty words. For a minute, she thought she’d ruined another moment and he might never touch her again.

But he skipped his lips over her throat, up her chin to her lips. Before kissing her, he stared down into her eyes. “I was thinking the same thing. Beautiful woman.”

“Wydell…”

“Hmm?” He nuzzled the corner of her mouth.

“I think we’d better drop the tiny homes project and build a convenience store first.”

Confusion crossed his rugged features. She waited for him to catch on.

Suddenly it hit him and he convulsed in laughter. She meant to buy condoms. When she reached between his legs and stroked his balls, he sobered. “I’m willing to get creative, like you said, sweetheart. We’ve got options.”