Page 6 of Cowboy Bodyguard
“Good job, cowgirl!” I yell encouragement as she completes the task perfectly.
“This calf is so cute!” she answers. “I think he should be named Rascal since he’s run away three times today.”
“We don’t name the cattle, Lizzie,” I explain. “It just makes it harder to let them go, especially knowing they’ll end up in a supermarket someday.”
Her sweet face falls into despair. “No! Not Rascal. Please, don’t let that happen to this baby!”
I shouldn’t make the promise. It’s bad for business, yet I can’t ignore Lizzie’s plea. She’s seen a vicious death firsthand, and she deserves a reprieve on this matter. So, against my better judgment, I say, “Fine, I’ll keep Rascal. He can grow fat, and sassy right here on the ranch. He’ll die of old age, just like me.”
“Thank you, Jack,” she says in the most serious voice I’ve ever heard her use. She blows me a kiss, and it rocks my world. At that moment, I’d agree to keep all the cows if she asked it of me.
Once the stray cattle are rounded up into the temporary pen we keep set up out here, it’s time I give my cowgirl a break.
“I’m starving, Lizzie. A section of the river is through those trees to the east. Would you care for a picnic?” I ask as if I haven’t planned for it all along.
“Really? We can do that? I say yes!” she squeals, and the sound goes straight to my restless cock.
We race to the river, although I have to hold Thunder back. There is no way Blaze’s shorter legs can keep up with Thunder’s long limbs. We tumble to the ground beside the river, and Lizzie runs to the water to splash her face with its coolness. I panic, and grab her around the waist to pull her back.
“What the hell, Jack? I’m hot, and it felt so good,” she hisses.
“I was afraid you were going to fall in. This part of the river is deep, and swift,” I explain through my gritted teeth. “I’m supposed to protect your fine ass, remember?”
“From the bad guys, Jack. Not nature. I can swim, and I’m not a child. You just treat me like one,” she shouts as she pounds her delicate fists on my chest.
She’s breathing hard, and it excites me. I capture her fists in one hand, and stare down into her furious face. I can’t hold back my desires any longer. As my head lowers, and my lips near Lizzie’s rosy ones, I whisper, “I damn well know you’re not a child. My dick makes it clear every minute of every day.”
My lips meet hers. It’s not a gentle, exploring kiss. I devour her. She gives it right back to me. Within seconds, she’s climbing my body like a tree. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I revel in her reaction to my hunger.
This heat has been brewing since the day Lizzie arrived, and it’s now time to acknowledge it. Our tongues dance as I squeeze her sweet ass in my big hands. Her moan of pleasure makes me wild. I slide one hand between her parted thighs, and my knees grow weak when I discover her jeans are damp, and it’s not with sweat.
Somehow, I get us to the softer tufts of grass beneath a large tree without dropping her, or ending the kisses. She clings when I try to put her on the ground.
“Darlin’, if you want me to finish this properly, then you’ve got to let me put you down. We’re wearing far too many clothes. I want you naked, sweet thing,” I manage to tell her.
She bites my lower lip, which adds gasoline to the already blazing flames that are consuming us. But, she unclamps her legs, and slides down my body, allowing her belly to rub my hardness, and make it burn. My cowgirl is a tiger.
I want to undress her, but she’s already pulling her long sleeved t-shirt over her head. So, I begin popping the snaps on my denim shirt. I freeze in mid- motion when I spy her full breasts showcased in a bra that is so sheer her rosy nipples are shining through. My mouth waters.
She notices my reaction, and slowly fans the flames by unhooking the bra’s front clasp. Her firm, pert breasts spring free, and I’m on her before the skimpy material hits the ground. She tastes like candy. I can’t get enough. I suck one breast, then the other, until the pink turns to bright red.
It’s a surprise to find Lizzie has managed to unzip her jeans and mine while I’ve been tasting her. I almost explode when her hand wraps around my cock as it’s released from my pants.
“Darlin’, be careful. I want to lose myself inside your warmth, not in the grass,” I growl. “Let me take you to the heavens first.”
“Then, get on with it, old man,” she says, and I laugh against her lips. She’s always reminding me of the difference in our ages, but I don’t mind.
“Your wish is my command,” I answer. My hand slips into her jeans, and beneath the thong she’s wearing under them. I find heat, and wetness waiting for me. My middle finger slips inside her sheath as my thumb rubs the swollen nub that seeks my touch.
Lizzie gasps, and she rides my hand. Her eyes grow wide, and she drenches my captured finger as her pussy clenches over and over. I can smell her liquid heat, and want to drink from her. I hold her close until she comes down from the high she’s experiencing.
When I remove my hand, she begs, “More, Jack. Please.”
I’ve got us out of our pants in seconds, and her hands are all over me. We ease our way to the ground. I’m over her, with my cock throbbing in her hand, yet I ask, “Are you sure about this, baby? Once I’ve had you, I’ll want more.”
“I already want more, so we’re even,” comes her reply. She spreads her legs, and raises her knees, while rubbing my cock over her opening.
I take the cue, and enter her. She’s hot; so hot it’s hard not to lose it instantly. I pause to gain control of myself; grinding my teeth, and turning red with the effort. Finally, I begin to move, and Lizzie meets me thrust for thrust.