Chapter 19
Cowboy Cock
“You doing okay over there?” Heath asks, his head popping around the bookshelf he’s dragging across the store.
I scan around the empty store, batting my lashes as I point at my chest. “Who, me?”
His gaze drops pointedly to where my thighs are pressed together. “Unless there’s another feisty redhead in here who’s been squirming since I started working.”
Heat rushes up my neck. “I think you’re seeing things.”
I definitely haven’t spent the past hour since the shop closed lounging on the couch, watching him move furniture.
And I most definitely haven’t been picturing myself pinned against the nearest wall with my wrists held above my head as he slammed into me from behind, his thick cock stretching open my slick walls with every punishing stroke.
Even if I had, I was absolutely not getting wet from the sight of his sweat-slicked muscles flexing each time he lifted another box.
I’d asked him to move the bookshelf again just so I could keep feeding my filthy little fantasy. An image of his palm coming down hard on my exposed ass as he rails into me, turning it cherry red, has me clenching my thighs together again.
Heath’s head snaps up from where he’s just finished pushing the bookshelf into the far corner.
“There you go again clenching those pretty little thighs.” His voice comes out in a deep rumble.
I clear my throat and sit up straighter. “Someone definitely needs to get his eyesight checked, old man.”
He levels me with a wolfish grin. “Careful, hellcat. Keep taunting me and I’ll be tempted to toss you over my shoulder and take you upstairs to show you exactly how much stamina this ‘old man’ has.”
I bite down on my lip, failing to hide the shiver that runs through me.
Heath stalks toward me, his heavy boots echoing across the wooden floor. My breath catches as he slowly sinks down onto his knees in front of me, my legs parting of their own accord to make room for him.
I’m so turned on I might combust.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
Heath cups my face with his hand, resting the other on my thigh. “Remember what I told you earlier?”
He nips the shell of my ear, then trails his mouth along my jaw.
“I’m here to take care of you.”
His mouth finds the corner of mine.
“To serve you.”
He hovers there, lips softly brushing against mine.
“And to cherish you.”
I gasp when his hand slides farther up my thigh, and I nearly forget how to breathe.
“All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll give you what you need.” His palm drifts higher, stopping just short of where I want him most.
It feels like I’m floating, watching from above as my sinfully hot husband toys with me mercilessly while I remain fully clothed and throbbing with unbearable lust.
Heath has shown incredible restraint, giving me the space to navigate this on my own terms and never pushing me beyond my comfort zone. He’s teased and taunted me like we always do, but he knows exactly when to ease off.
This afternoon the last of my defenses finally crumbled as I watched him patiently rearranging furniture, never once complaining when I made him move each piece multiple times until I was satisfied.
He did it solely to make my life easier, despite his long day at the ranch and with zero expectation of anything in return.
It’s one of the countless ways he shows how much he cares—every declaration backed up by consistent, thoughtful actions.
It doesn’t mean he won’t eventually come to his senses, but why shouldn’t I enjoy all the benefits of being his wife while it lasts? After all, he’s the reason I’m so damn horny in the first place.
“What do you say?” Heath murmurs. “You ready to stop fighting me, sweetheart?”
I raise my eyes to his hopeful ones.
“Yeah, I am,” I state confidently.
“I know you’re still not sure if—” He trails off, looking adorably stunned. “Wait… did you say yes?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I confess, looping my arms around his neck, “and I don’t want you to hold back.”
His gaze turns molten. “You know what this means?”
“That I’m giving this a chance… us a chance.”
A possessive growl rumbles from his chest. “Damn straight you are, wife.”
I shift closer. “You enjoy calling me that a little too much, don’t you think?”
“It’ll never be enough,” he declares, capturing my lips in a reverent kiss.
I couldn’t agree more. No one has ever claimed me like this before. There’s something dangerously addictive about his rugged dominance, and the thrill I get from pushing his buttons until he snaps, showing me exactly who I belong to—even when I try to fight it.
If I get my way, what was supposed to be a one-night stand permanently seared into my memory will become many more nights of us tangled in the sheets, while I let him ruin me completely. Whatever consequences come from my reckless decision, I’ll deal with later.
For now, I choose to live in the moment and enjoy every second of belonging to Heath… my husband.
I let out a startled squeal as he tugs me to the edge of the couch, grips my ass with both hands, and lifts me effortlessly into his arms as he stands. My legs automatically wind around his waist, my arms looping around his neck.
“Take me upstairs and fuck me, baby daddy,” I whisper in his ear.
He draws back, and I’m met with his dark, smoldering stare.
A deep rumble rolls through his chest as his grip on my ass tightens, and he rocks his hips forward, making sure I feel every inch of his hard cock.
Only then does he claim my mouth in a searing kiss.
He bites my lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue.
I let out a soft groan as my fingers dig into his scalp, letting the sinful friction of him against me drown out everything but the burning desire flooding my veins.
Our lips stay locked as Heath carries me through the shop and up the stairs, his body pressed against mine, radiating heat with every step.
When we reach the apartment, he pushes the door open with his shoulder and kicks his boots off in the entryway, never breaking stride as he moves down the hall.
We barely make it inside the bedroom before he spins me around and pins me to the nearest wall.
We’re both panting for air as one of his thick thighs slides between my legs.
The added pressure ignites a spark low in my belly, and I break from the kiss with a gasp and frantically tug my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground.
Heath adjusts his hold on me, one hand reaching behind to unhook my bra. With slow, deliberate movements, he slides the straps down my shoulders and lets the lace fall to the floor.
His hand cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while he trails kisses along my collarbone. He keeps his touch tortuously light, making me writhe against the wall in search of more friction as I shamelessly ride his thigh.
“Jesus Christ,” he says low and gravelly as he tugs my nipple just enough to make my back arch. “Never getting tired of how sensitive these are.”
I curl my fingers into his collar. “I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
Heath lets out a strained chuckle against my neck. “Always so damn impatient.”
“It’s these pregnancy hormones making me ridiculously horny,” I whine as he licks the hollow of my throat. “You knocked me up, so it’s your job to fix it.”
“Can’t argue with that logic. Hold on tight,” he rasps as he carries me across the room. “I want you to come to me anytime you need to be taken care of. I’m yours to use day or night.”
I shoot him a cheeky grin. “Don’t tempt me or I might take that offer literally.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
He sets me next to the bed, and I quickly suspend my insulin pump and disconnect the tubing before setting it on the nightstand. It’s much easier to move freely without it attached, and I don’t want anything getting in the way tonight.
Eager for what comes next, I slide off my shorts and kick them aside.
I’m halfway through shimmying my panties down my hips, when I glance up to see Heath stripping off his shirt.
My eyes trace every ridge of muscle as he shoves off his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.
His cock springs free, long and thick, curving upward with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Heat floods my cheeks as I drink in the sight of his naked body.
He’s so damn hot it almost hurts, and I’ll never tire of this view.
He’s every inch a rugged cowboy—broad shoulders, powerful thighs earned from years in the saddle, and that quiet, commanding strength that makes my pulse race with just one look.
He glances up, smirking when he catches me staring. “Ready to admit you enjoy the view?”
“I’d enjoy it better if you were inside me,” I quip.
His gaze turns predatory. “Damn, I love when you get mouthy.” He moves closer, dipping his head to steal a heated kiss. “Guess I better give my wife what she’s been craving then.”
“And what’s that?” I ask breathlessly.
“My cock filling you up again,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I’m disappointed when he pulls back. I watch as he moves onto the bed, settling up against the headboard, looking at me like he’s ready to devour me whole.
I quirk a brow. “You want me on top, huh? I knew you loved it when I’m in charge.”
“I made a promise that the next time I was inside you, I’d make you so addicted you’d never want another man’s hands on you again.” He crooks a finger toward me, urging me closer. “And making one of your fantasies come true is a damn good starting point, wouldn’t you say?”
I saunter around the bed to Heath’s dresser and pick up one of his well-worn cowboy hats. The brim slightly curved and the leather band smooth from years of use.
I flash him a sultry smile as I put it on. “If I’m riding the cowboy, I have to wear his hat too.”
“You’re the only one who’s ever worn it,” he drawls.
My eyes lock onto his smoldering gaze as I slowly crawl across the mattress.
“And that’s how it’ll stay,” I state.
If he gets to claim me, I’m claiming him right back.
When I reach Heath, I swing a leg over and straddle him, my knees sinking into the sheets. He grips my waist with one hand and lines up his cock with the other.
I brace my palms on his shoulders and slowly sink onto his thick length. My thighs quiver as I take him to the hilt, wet heat flooding through me while our mingled moans blend together.
“You’re riding me so well sweetheart,” Heath rasps as I rock against him. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”
He grips my waist as he guides me to move in smooth, controlled movements. The cowboy hat tilts on my head as I lean forward, my breasts bouncing as I grind down harder, moaning loudly each time he bottoms out inside me.
The vein in Heath’s forehead bulges as he loses control. He tightens his grip as he starts thrusting up into me with deep, possessive strokes. I dig my nails into his shoulders, gasping, utterly lost in how full of him I am.
I’m so wet I can feel myself dripping down his shaft, coating his balls with every stroke. Pregnancy has made me so sensitive that every drag of his cock inside me has me clenching around him greedily as another wave of arousal floods through me.
I might’ve only had one night with him before, but it was more than enough to realize how much I missed this—how much I missed him.
No other man has ever made me feel this cherished, this desired, this beautifully undone.
It’s a miracle I managed to resist him as long as I did, and I deserve a damn medal for my efforts.
Now that I have him inside me again, my body lights up like it remembers him and it’s impossible not to give in to the desperate hunger building inside me.
“I’m close, Heath.” I cry out as small tremors wrack my body.
He reaches between us and circles his thumb over my clit—the sudden pressure making me gasp sharply. My hips jerk forward against his fingers, chasing every stroke as the pleasure coils tighter inside me.
“Come for me,” he commands, voice rough.
Right as I’m hovering on the edge, he pinches my clit, sending me crashing over into a blinding orgasm.
I toss my head back, the cowboy hat falling off as I scream Heath’s name.
My body bucks wildly against him as he reaches his peak, groaning my name as he fills me with hot pulses.
The intense feeling of being joined so completely, with nothing between us, leaves me lightheaded.
Heath wraps his arms around me and rolls us over in one smooth motion, laying me on my back beneath him. He nuzzles his nose into my neck as he slowly eases out of me, leaving a warm, wet trail between my thighs.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Heath climbs off the bed and disappears into the hallway.
I do as he asks, completely boneless, a lazy smile on my lips as I listen to him moving around in the bathroom. He hasn’t lived here very long, but I love how at ease he already is.
My gaze drifts to the duffel bag against the wall filled with his clothes. He’s been rotating outfits from his loft at the ranch because I never made room for him in my closet or dresser. I think it’s time that changed.
Heath returns with a warm washcloth and gently wipes me clean, just like he did the first night we were together. I should have taken it as a sign he was special. I’d never gone without a condom with anyone else before, but no other guy has been this attentive.
Heath smooths out the tubing for my insulin pump and tucks it against my side. After tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he grabs a blanket from the corner basket and comes back to bed. He drapes it over us both as he slides in beside me and draws me close.
He tips my chin so I’m looking at him. “I’ll make us dinner soon, but I just wanted to hold you for a little while.”
“That sounds perfect,” I admit as I snuggle closer. “I’ve been thinking about clearing out some space in my closet this weekend so you don’t have to keep going back and forth with your clothes. But only if you want that, of course.” The last part comes out in a whisper.
This is all new territory for me, and being vulnerable has never been my strong suit. I haven’t made things easy for Heath, and sleeping together again doesn’t automatically mean he’s ready to bring more of his things here.
Heath leans in, his breath teasing my lips. “Finally asking me to move in for good, hellcat?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” I reply, closing the distance to kiss him.