Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(46)

As soon as she set foot in the not-so-tiny house, she realized it now opened into a wing. A light, airy wing with a freaking skylight!

She whirled on him. “Why would you do this?”

He took a step toward her, all rolling muscle and determination in his blue-green eyes. “People need more room.”

“Not everyone is as big as you! Just because—”

Before she realized his intentions, he grabbed her. Pinned her to the wall with her arms over her head. She barely caught her breath before he slammed his lips over hers. The dark, heady taste of him sent her spinning. Her nose filled with sawdust and leather, and she realized he would have been up since dawn tending cattle at the Bells’.

His lips moved over hers, setting her ablaze. Tendrils of need sank low in her belly. Her nipples puckered and tugged an invisible string down to her pussy.

Gasping, she let him control the kiss. Every pass heightened her awareness and she cared less about the changes he’d made.

Wait, no.

She shoved against his chest, creating a gap of air between them. After gulping for breath, she used it to tell him off. “You can’t kiss your way out of this, Wydell.”

“You were nowhere around, sweetheart.” Actually, no one was around. Garrett seemed to have conveniently disappeared.

Wydell tilted her head to the side and kissed along her neck. Her knees became jelly, and she started to sink down the wall.

Lightning fast, he lifted her and bent her over a countertop. When she heard the clank of his belt buckle, her body responded full force. He was going to take her here—now. She glanced over her shoulder to see sheer lust on his handsome features.

Seconds later her jeans and panties were around her ankles and his cock was buried in her to the hilt. He jerked her upward with each thrust until she stood on tiptoe. With his hot, dirty words spilling into her ear, she’d never last long. Besides, three days of deprivation seemed like an eternity.

“Come for me, Anya. Come on my cock and then I’ll show you around the rest of the house. Trust me. You’ll love it.” He bit into her earlobe. She cried out as pain blasted her—along with a blaze of pleasure.

She came hard. He clapped a hand over her mouth and muffled her scream, pulling out before she finished pulsating. Then he whirled her to another wall, lifted her and impaled her on his cock. With her ankles trapped, it was difficult going and he kept hitting his elbows off walls enclosing the space.

In two steps they were in the bathroom. Cold porcelain kissed her skin when he settled her on the sink. Their gazes connected as he hitched her to the edge and slipped his cock in.

“Wydell!”

“Jesus, you’re slippery.” He kissed her. She smacked her head off the small mirror hanging over the sink but didn’t care. She dug her fingers into his churning hips and brought him closer.

As he fucked her, he slid off her boots one at a time and shimmied her clothes off. With her legs free, she locked them around his body and bucked into him. He palmed her breasts, and she started to climb again.

But he stopped. She reached for him and tipped off the sink ledge. With a grunt, she struck his chest. He lifted her again and stormed into the new addition. A big space where a queen-sized bed would easily fit.

“Let’s try this.” He stretched her out on the floor and buried himself balls-deep in her pussy.



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Anya curled around him, her lips wild against his. Wydell lifted her to meet his thrusts, wanting deeper, deeper. So fucking glad they’d established an exclusivity rule and he didn’t have a damn condom separating them.

She came again with long, stuttering cries, her body shaking. He gathered her closer. Hell, he’d missed her so much. Part of him had yearned to walk down to her trailer and demand she stop ignoring him. But he’d been struggling with flashbacks again, and she didn’t need to share that with him.

“Feel me so deep?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes were liquid pools he could dive into forever.

“Clench around me. Tight.”

She squeezed her inner muscles, holding him prisoner with every withdrawal and plunge he made. His eyes hooded. Watching her tip over the cliff into the swirling waters of bliss was something he couldn’t get enough of. Or get enough of her.

She pulled his head down and kissed him with endless stores of passion. “You feel so good, Wydell. Make me come.”

He groaned in response. Stiffened. As soon as his cock seemed to stretch inside her, she contracted once…twice.

When his name left her on a gasp, he let go. Spurts jetted from him as he emptied into her. Damn her for being such a good woman. His troubles wouldn’t be a brick wall separating them if she wasn’t. He’d given it a lot of thought, and his screwed-up mind must be causing the train-wreck between them.

She was right. They weren’t going to work. She deserved somebody more stable. Someone perfect.

With a final grunt, he collapsed atop her. She burrowed closer, a snuggly, curvy sweetheart of a woman. Sunlight streamed through the skylight he’d repurposed from the wreckage of another home. The window was relatively new with no cracks and he figured recycling would make Anya happy.

He peeked at her flushed face. Oh, she looked happy all right. Satisfaction spread through him.

Suddenly she stiffened. “So why exactly did you build this without consulting me? I admit, you did it in record time, but still.”