Chapter Eleven
“Do you always get this energetic after a win?” Wyler teased.
“On occasion.” She walked on the lit narrow path from the truck to the camper where they would be staying while the bunkhouse was being renovated. “That was amazing. Who knew we could work so well together? Did you see Kaitlynn’s face when she dropped her egg?”
“No, I didn’t.”
The moonlight seemed to cast its blue transparent glow over her, giving her an ethereal appearance. She looked beautiful, so much that it took his breath away. She had her long hair pulled to one side, exposing the feminine slope of her shoulders. He liked the way the sundress draped over her curves and with each sway of her hips the thin fabric tugged against her bottom.
The camper overlooked the winding river. The soft gurgling sound of water gliding over flat stones echoed through the trees. An owl hooted from its high branch while crickets sang and frogs groused by the pond further away.
“This is my favorite time of evening,” she said, spreading her arms as though embracing the world.
“I love this time of night too,” he murmured. What he really liked was the easiness he and Liberty had fallen into. “You’re not still angry with me because I ate some of Kaitlynn’s chili, are you?”
She faced him. “I wasn’t upset with you. I did make a tiny wish that you’d find yourself visiting the portable potty though.”
“You’ve got to put those claws away and realize that I’m not interested in Kaitlynn. We’re friends. If that’s a problem for you, I’ll respect that. I know there’s a lot of explosive history between you two.”
She planted her hand on her tilted hip. “Kaitlynn can’t seem to stay in her lane. However, I’m not into micromanaging your friend’s list. If she’s your friend, you should keep her. I think she and I have a newfound agreement.” She stepped up to the camper and threw open the door. “Home sweet home.”
He grinned and followed her into the small space. “It’s only temporary and then you’ll be back to your comfort zone. Expensive sheets and a bathtub the size of a pool.”
With a sigh, she dropped down onto the leather pullout sofa and slipped off her sandals. “Where’s the bed?’
“You’re sitting on it.” He swiped off his hat and hooked it near the door.
“I haven’t slept on one of these in so long.” She smoothed her hand down the cushion. “How does it sleep?”
“Depends on how much cuddling you want to do.”
A saucy grin covered her features, and she stood. “Well…” She closed the distance between them. “I’ve never been much of a cuddler, but I certainly am fond of our bodies meshed together.”
God! This woman was gonna be the death of him! “Is that an invitation?”
Hanging her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against his. “I've got an idea for celebrating our victory,” she said, gazing up into his eyes which captivated him completely.
He cupped her cheek, using the pad of his thumb to caress her soft skin. “Is it okay to…you know…while you’re pregnant?”
“Cute, Wyler. Not only is it safe, but I hear sex is better. A woman’s body is more sensitive.”
His cock stretched, threatening to burst through the teeth of the zipper. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
“Have you ever known me to be a tease?” She slid the tip of her tongue over the plump curve of her bottom lip.
“Abso-fucking-lutely. You flitted around me, shaking that bottom in your cutoff jeans, and smiled at me like you wanted a sample. I’d go to bed at night so hard I thought I might blow the head off my dick.” He realized he couldn’t be frank with just any woman, but as for Liberty, she liked the honesty. And the dirty talk.
She lowered her hand to trace the path of his buttons until she reached his zipper. She cupped him and rubbed the heel of her hand over the bulge. “Let’s do something about this little problem, shall we?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He planted his hands on her ass and lifted her. She snaked her legs around his hips and he carried her to the galley kitchen to deposit her onto the counter.
He took a long, hard look at her before he dropped his mouth and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside to taste her sweet temptation. They tasted and explored as he grew harder and needier.
Sliding his finger along the smooth length of the sleek skin of her leg, he pushed the hem of the dress higher until he reached the curve of her hip. Her damp heat beckoned him. He glided his fingers over the strip of satin panties, and she jerked. She was sensitive, just as she said. He wanted to rip every layer of fabric off her body that separated them and take her fast and furiously, but he needed to slow his pace. She meant more to him than a slam, bam, thank you ma’am for release. He wanted to pleasure her. Show how much he cared through his touch. He wanted to brand every part of her as his.
Hooking his fingers in the waist of her panties, he dragged the fabric down her long, shapely legs.
“There’s something I’ve been dying to do all day.”
“What’s that, cowboy?” There was a rasp in her voice.
“Satiate a hunger that I’ve had since we met.”
As if to push him closer to the proverbial edge, she dragged the hem of her dress higher until the apex of her thighs were open to his view. “Let me lend a hand.”
He growled as he bent and settled his face between her thighs, running his tongue over her glistening lips that coated his tongue with her cream. She sucked in an uneven breath and grabbed the back of his head, riding him and bucking her hips as he licked and penetrated her with his tongue. Over and over, until her hips gyrated in desperation.
Her pussy bumped his face, saturating him in her silky juices.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he said against her.
As if his words pulled the ripcord, she arched and cried out—a mating call of sorts. He plunged, suckled and licked her dry. He focused on her clit, rolling his tongue over the swollen nub until she paused, caught between heaven and earth. She jerked her hips, and he knew he’d brought her to the tip-top of that jagged mountain. But he didn’t stop there. He held her hips so she wouldn’t buck off the counter while he nibbled inside her thighs.
Once he’d brought her to the top multiple times, he stood and swiped the arm of his shirt across his damp face. He dove for the buckle of his jeans, but she gave him a slight push.
“Not so fast, cowboy.” She slid off the counter and fumbled with the shiny belt. “It’s my turn. I want you in every way possible.” She finally managed to undo the buckle in a pinging of metal and a flick of her wrist bought the zipper down. In a flurry she had his hard cock in her palm, pumping him in the best hand job he’d ever had.
She lowered and wrapped her sweet, delicious mouth over his dick. He practically came right then, but he managed to scrape the bottom of the barrel and find some control.
Her hand and mouth worked in unison. Her head bobbed up and down, settling his tip deeper into the back of her throat. He was so close to coming that the hair on his neck lifted and his ass cheeks turned into iron.
He hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. “As much as I want to come inside your pretty little mouth, there’s something else I need more.”
She rotated on her heels and leaned over the edge of the counter, lifting her bottom high in offering. He raised her skirt and admired the curve of her smooth, heart-shaped bottom. He gave one cheek a gentle swat, barely enough to leave redness, and she giggled. “You know how I like it.”
He grabbed his cock in his grip and pressed his tip still wet with her saliva against her slit. “If this hurts—”
“Wyler! Go! I can’t wait any longer.”
In one thrust, he pushed his swollen, aching cock into her tight pussy. The silken, slick muscles wrapped around him in a clamp that tested the sturdiness of the binds that kept him from coming too fast. Once he had pulled together his fraying control, he pulled himself to the very tip then plunged deep, smacking the other cheek, just enough to leave a sting.
Her moans came from deep inside her little body.
Clamping his hands on her plush ass, he sank his fingers in the firm curve and spread her cheeks to get a look at her puckered hole. He glided his fingers over her thick juices and dipped the tip of one inside. She moaned and bucked against him, wanting more of his offering.
While he finger fucked her, he slammed his cock into wet body, and although his every intention was to take things at a slow, steady pace, he knew his chain was slipping and soon he’d be tossed over that edge.
With his other hand, he found her enlarged clit and played with it. He used pressure to bring her closer until finally her whimpers turned into screams as she released. He was soaked in her juices as each spasm of her muscles gushed more cream.
He brought his cream-soaked fingers to his mouth and licked her nectar. She tasted so damn good.
Her scent and taste drove him over the edge.
He sank deeper, plunging into her silken depths. A tingling sensation started at the tips of his toes and crawled upward, grasping his loins in the invisible lock until he was left as weightless as a feather.
*****
Liberty barely had come back down from orgasmic paradise when a hard rap came on the door of the camper.
“Expecting someone, cowboy?” She pushed her skirt down.
Wyler was still a bit frazzled too. “No one. I’ll see who it is.” He used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow.
She waited near the kitchen while watching him push the door wider. Liberty’s breath caught when Sam stepped through the doorway that was a bit narrow for a cowboy. He looked like he could snap a rusty nail in half with his teeth.
Uh-oh.
She knew exactly what was about to happen.
He tore off his worn Stetson and slapped it against his thigh, something he tended to do when he was heated. That and his neck turned beet red.
“Daddy, what brings you out here so late?” The question seemed futile because judging by his body language obviously Kaitlynn had spread the news.
“As if you don’t know, young lady!” he growled.
“I’m pregnant!” Better to rip the Band-Aid off and just blurt it out.
“Too late now. How is it possible that I’m always the last to know things I should be aware of?” He bit through his tight lips.
“Calm down, Daddy. I haven’t told everyone.” She crossed some of the distance, glancing at Wyler who remained quiet.
“I just learned that my daughter is pregnant through Polly. That ain’t a bit disturbing?” His shrewd grey eyes burned through her, but the softening of his jaw lessened the affect.
“I was going to tell you.” She reminded herself that she wasn’t a little girl any longer. She was an adult who had control over her life.
“When the chickens laid golden eggs?” One bushy brow lifted.
“When I felt like it,” she snapped back.
Wyler stepped forward as a buffer. “How about we all take a breather? Sam, sorry you had to find out about the baby through Polly. I’m sure you were both surprised and full of joy, right?”
The old man’s stiff stance relaxed some. “Yeah. A man is always happy to find out he’s going to get a grandchild, ain’t he?” His booming voice rattled the windows.
“Then be happy and not focus on how you found out,” Liberty said matter-of-factly. “If it helps, I haven’t told my sisters, except for Honor.”
Sam’s broad shoulders relaxed some. “Wyler, can I speak to my daughter alone?”
“Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of my husband,” she said.
Wyler hooked his fingers in his front pockets and got comfortable.
Sam sighed, acquiescing to her request but not happily. “Probably best you both hear what I have to say anyway.” He shifted in his boots. “Separated parents don’t bring babies into this world. Sure, I’m old school, but back in my day we worked hard to make a marriage work. Once you slipped the ring on that was a promise for better or worse.”
Liberty crossed her arms. “You do realize that’s a bit contradictory since you’re demanding that us girls get married.”
He scratched his temple with his thumbnail. “Might be, but at some point, a man needs to know that every T is crossed. You’ll understand one day, once this little one is born and you’ll be weighted with more responsibility, and love, than you ever knew possible.”
Sam had never been one to speak about his feelings, so this was a bit out of character for him.
“Although I can understand that we’ve given you grief throughout the years, we’re also adults who can take care of ourselves. Make our own choices.”
He nodded curtly. “My stance won’t change. No going back on my decision. Next time there’s big news, keep me in the loop. Congratulations. Get your shit in order.” He slammed his hat down on his head. “Wyler?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take care of her and that kid.”
“I have every plan to.”
And with that, Sam made his exit.
Wyler and Liberty looked at each other.
“Good thing he didn’t come five minutes sooner, huh?” she said with a grin.
“Let’s not go there.” Wyler swiped a hand down his cheek. “You do realize, if you and I divorce after the baby’s born Sam’s going to kill me.”
“He might want to, but I won’t let him. I’ve got your back.”