Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(52)

She shuddered. “Wydell!”

“Say it again. Tell me how you feel.” He slid back into her—deep.

“Love you. I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you too.” He claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. She drifted in the pleasure that Wydell gave her. The glow of the fire on his muscles turned him into a bronzed god. Even the twisted, burned part of his body was something beautiful to behold—a mark of valor and resilience.

He cupped her ass and jerked her up to meet his thrusts. The tip of his cock struck something deep, triggering an orgasm.

Waves of ecstasy washed over her. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on his rhythm, more out of tempo with each move he made. Popping her eyes open, she stared at him as he made the leap with her.

Spurts struck her inner walls, shooting her higher. She clung to him as their combined noises masked the sounds of the night.

When the last earthquakes had stilled, Anya threaded her fingers into Wydell’s hair and drew him down on her. His weight pressed her into the ground a little uncomfortably, but she didn’t care. She wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life. Just a warm fire, the stars and them.

After several minutes, she shifted to ease the ache in her spine.

“Ground too hard?” he asked, rising onto his elbows.

“I think there’s a rock under me.”

“You’re like the Princess and the Pea, feeling a tiny pebble.”

“I’m not a princess and this is more than a pebble.” She reached beneath her and pulled out a long, flat rock.

Wydell’s eyes danced with amusement even as he caressed her back to soothe her discomfort. “I know you’re not really a princess. You just deserve to be treated like one.”

“Uh-oh. I detect something in your tone.”

Arching a brow, he said, “Like what?”

“You tell me. We’ve confessed the ultimate thing. The big L word. You can’t keep anything from me now. It’s some kind of rule, I think.”

He chuckled but his face didn’t reflect it. He pushed back on his knees and stared down at her as if she were a tasty treat and he a starving man. She moved to close her knees, but he stilled her with a broad hand on each thigh.

“Stay this way. I want to look at you with my come flowing out of you.”

Her breath hitched at his dirty request. While he looked at her pussy, his eyes hooded. In moments his cock was stone-hard again.

“I want you inside me, Wydell. Don’t leave me waiting all night.”

With a growl, he joined them in one hard plunge. She locked her arms around his neck as he stole her mind for a second time. Overhead, the moon and stars witnessed their act of love. She’d never want it any other way.

Later, when he was lying beside her and his breathing deep and even, she figured it was time to dig into his psyche a little more.

“Babe?” She traced the line of the burn that barely edged his pec.

“Hmm.” He cupped her backside in one rough hand.

“I’m thinking about something you said earlier.”

“That I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk home?” he asked in an amused tone. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you back.”

She giggled and caressed his side. “No, something else. You don’t believe you’re the person to treat me right, do you?”

He held his breath for a long heartbeat before releasing a sigh. “You know everything about me now, Anya. Doesn’t that scare you?”

“No.” When she shook her head, her hair trailed over his tanned skin. “It would scare me more to be in love with you and not know everything.”

“What if I can’t get through all this? The flashbacks and the need to run away?”

“You’ll always run back, though, won’t you? We’ll figure it out. I’m here for you.”

He looked into her eyes. “I must admit, I deal better when you’re with me.”

“Good. Lean on me. That’s what people who love each other do.” Her voice came more slowly as fatigue crept over her.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, sweetheart. I’ve gotta bank the fire to keep the coyotes away and you don’t want to sleep on the ground like this. Sit up—I’ll make you a bed.”

She did. As she watched him lay out several blankets and pitch a canvas tent near the fire to trap the heat and keep them warmer, her heart skipped two beats—one for her own happiness and one for the spark of life she saw in the eyes of her very own hero.





Chapter Nine


“How can you manage that pack? It looks as if it weighs as much as a hippo.”

Wydell shot Anya a sideways grin. “It weighs less than most crap I carried through the desert.” He waited for the tightening of his chest he always got when he spoke of war, but it didn’t come. For now, he was living in the moment and that was with Anya. He’d still have problems later, but he wasn’t going to borrow trouble. It’d find him soon enough.

She picked her way over the scrubby undergrowth. Did she realize her hips swayed like that even when she hiked? He appreciated her curvy legs, the thick hair lying in waves on her shoulders—and everything between.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you, but you kept distracting me last night.”