The Sheriff's Mail-Order Bride (The Watson Brothers #2)(31)

While he stripped off his shirt, she pushed his jeans down and sat looking at his erection tenting his boxer shorts. Her hungry gaze had his blood racing through his veins and he pushed her onto the pillow, lying down beside her. Rory traced his fingers up her hip, across her stomach, and up toward her breasts. Small goose bumps appeared on her stomach as his fingers inched forward.

“Are you cold?”

Her breath came in small pants and her voice sounded strained. “No.”

“Tell me what you want, Gina. How can I please you?”

“I don’t want to wait any longer. I need you inside me now, Rory.” She reached for him, her hand travelling down his stomach and under the elastic of his shorts.

He shucked them off and rolled over between her legs. “No foreplay?”

“Not this time. I won’t last.” She reached for him and guided his cock to the warm heat between her thighs. He held his breath as he sunk into her slick folds, the pleasure almost too much to bear. When he was buried balls deep, Rory rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes, trying desperately to regulate his breathing. He’d expected a twinge of guilt when he took her to bed for the first time and it was there, tapping him on the shoulder. He blocked it out, thinking of what he wanted for the future and only saw Gina and Fisher.

Happy that he wasn’t going to embarrass himself, he nibbled on her throat, listening to her moan beneath him. His blood roared in his ears, the sound deafening and thrilling at the same time. His body jerked of its own accord. If he moved anymore he knew he’d lose it and, even though it was almost impossible, he wanted this to last more than five seconds.

“It’s okay you know. I understand how you feel because I think I’m about to…”

Her voice changed to a groan and her legs wrapped around his as her vaginal muscles clamped around his cock. Gina arched her body, drawing him in deeper and he thrust as fast as he could, unable to resist anymore. Rory’s toes curled and his legs spasmed as he cried out in pleasure. A flash of lights ringed his peripheral vision and his senses went onto hyperalert.

He couldn’t move as his orgasm slowed.

“Wow.” Gina ran her hands over his back.

“Yeah, wow is right.” Rory lifted his head and looked into her eyes. The little golden flecks blazed with a fire that hadn’t been there when she’d arrived at the ranch. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m more than okay. I can’t believe how good that was, but that doesn’t mean I want to go to sleep now though.” She wiggled her hips and his cock decided on a repeat performance. This time he intended to make it last longer and have his fill of this woman before succumbing to sleep.

As he closed his eyes, threads of silk wafted in the darkness as they were dragged deeper.

*

Gina opened her eyes and glanced at the man sleeping beside her. His long lashes lay over his high cheekbones like a soft blanket of gossamer that most women would kill for. Dark stubble prickled over his cheeks and jaw, sweeping over his top lip. The gentle graze of his five o’clock shadow had left small patches of burn on her sensitive skin, especially between her thighs. She blushed thinking about it and hoped for more of the same tonight.

“Stop thinking and cuddle me.” He opened his eyes slowly and gazed at her, making her body tingle with need.

Gina snuggled into his chest, her fingers toying with the trail of hair that led down to sensual delights she was sure she’d never get enough of.

“If I were you, I’d either stop that or make it quick because I hear noises from the little guy.”

She lifted her head and looked over at the cot beside the bed. Fisher mumbled unmistakable baby talk and tossed his little body around. His bottom was up in the air and soon Gina could hear sucking noises. “He’s sucking his thumb. That should give us at least ten minutes.” She lifted the blankets and scooted down Rory’s body, her lips eager for his body.

When they climbed out of the shower, Fisher bounced up and down in his bed, hands clutching the railing. He grinned when Rory, a towel slung low over his hips, bent over and picked him up. “Hey, little dude. How come you’re so happy this morning?”

“He really seems to like you so much.” Gina smiled at her two favorite men in the world.

“Back at you, buddy. Shall we go and leave your mama to get dressed and meet her downstairs? What do you say?”

Fisher clapped his hands and Rory winked at her over his shoulder. “I’ll get dressed in my room. See you down in the kitchen.” He shut the door behind them and she dropped the towel on the end of the bed. Gina looked down at the body still humming from the best sex she’d had ever. After a rocky start, she was finding her feet with Rory and she prayed they would be able to make this all work.

Her little man was sitting in his high chair playing with a piece of toast when she walked into the kitchen. Callie and Chance were still upstairs, leaving her time to get her act together with breakfast before they surfaced.

She walked over and kissed Rory. “Thanks for taking him.”

He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap, nibbling at her ear. “Anytime, especially if you reward me like you did last night, and this morning, and—”

“Hey, get a room you two.” Callie bounced in with a grin on her face and a quick hug for the baby. “Oh, that’s right, you already did that last night.”