For about the four-hundredth time, Maggie twisted around trying to see herself, at every angle, in the mirror. “When Teagan mentioned going out, it sounded like fun,” she mumbled under her breath. “But the minute Trixie got involved it went from fun to damn aggravating,” she continued as she turned this way and that.
Glancing over, she noticed the time on her alarm clock. “I can’t go out like this. I look like my jeans have been painted on, and my boobs. I can’t believe she bought me a new bra. I shoulda known it would be some sort of torture device.” She bent forward, wiggling her ample bosom, trying to corral the girls into some semblance of decency, but they weren’t cooperating at all, and on top of that, her shirt was too tight, which only emphasized her large breasts.
She was still muttering about committing murder when a soft knock sounded on her bedroom door. “Yes,” she called out. She knew this moment would come, and now it was time to dance to the tune. Steeling herself for the ridicule she was sure she’d receive, because you couldn’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, she brushed her hands down her tight blouse before turning the knob and throwing the door open. Immediately, she came face to face with a devastatingly handsome cowboy, who rendered her speechless.
“Mags,” Teagan’s deep voice called through the door. “Janey and Kenneth are here to pick up the folks. I thought you may like to come out and see them before they leave.” Earlier, he began to get concerned that Maggie had changed her mind. She’d been locked up in her bedroom for well over an hour. He’d made several trips to her door, and each time he decided to give her a little more time, especially with all the muttering and banging coming from inside the room.
He had designed himself to wait as long as necessary as he settled in beside the door, when he heard the door knob rattle before the door was thrown open. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with a complete knockout. “Mags, you look…you look ab—” His words were cut short when she snapped out a retort.
“I know. I look absolutely stupid,” she said as she tugged at her blouse, trying to make more room for her breasts. “I swear this is the last time I ever listen to Trixie.” She whirled around, heading back into the room when a large hand wrapped around her upper arm, stopping her. “Let me go, Teagan,” she pleaded as she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
“No, Mags. I’m not letting you go. When are you going to control that temper of yours?” He tugged on her, trying to pull her close. “And when are you going to stop putting words in my mouth?” When she didn’t reply, he hooked his finger beneath her chin, which still wobbled with emotion, and tilted her head up. “I was going to say…you look absolutely gorgeous. There for a minute, I completely lost my train of thought. You look amazing.”
She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, as a shy smile worked its way to her lips. “I think I look like a fruit. This shirt is too tight, and my jeans…I can hardly move. The only thing I like is my boots. They’re my favorite pair. I don’t want to go out and all the folks at The Rusty Spur make fun of me,” she swallowed before rushing on, “You know. For trying to dress up a sow’s ear.”
Throwing his head back, he laughed as he tucked her close to his chest. “Oh, sweetheart. I can promise you, there will be no one that will make fun of you. I’ll be the envy of every man in there after they see you walking in there, holding onto my arm.” He laid his cheek against the top her head, trying not to mess up her curls. “ I don’t think I’ll ever be able to smell strawberries ever again without thinking of you.”
The moment he placed his mouth over her nipple and sucked it inside his hot, wet mouth, she knew what she’d been missing. And Lord forgive her, when he swirled his tongue around and around the sensitive peak, she would have agreed to anything the man asked. Digging her fingers into his thick, dark hair she held him close, not wanting him to release her breast. Her body was ready to combust when he began exploring with his hand, and in its wake he left a trail of fire where he touched. Then he released her breast and lifted his head, even though she held him tight. “No,” she pleaded.
Her eyes flew open when she heard him chuckle. It was a deep, masculine sound, near her ear, that sent ripples of desire straight to her sex. That’s when she realized, he had slipped his hand inside her pants and was touching her very core with his long, gentle fingers. “Oh, God,” she murmured as she closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep the sexy moan inside.
It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and since his accident, he really hadn’t had the urge. But the moment she closed her eyes and moaned, he almost came in his pants. She was so incredibly sexy, and the best part, she had no idea the effect she had on men. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to watch you when you come,” he said as he nipped the sensitive skin below her ear. His hand had stilled, but he kept his finger resting lightly on her clit.
“What about you?” she asked breathlessly. “You still have your pants on.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. I plan on making you come several times tonight.” To prove his point, he swirled his finger around her hidden jewel, causing her to gasp.
“Oooh, that feels so good.” She tried to widen her legs, but her open jeans restricted her movements. Shuddering, she clasped his strong shoulders and held tightly to him. Her face showed every feeling coursing through her body.
He’d planned to go slow and love her thoroughly all night, but he decided this first time, he needed to hurry it along, because they were both a little keyed up. “Are you ready, Mags?” He ground the heel of his hand against her pubic bone.
“Yes.” Her hips shot up off the soft hay, as she strained to get closer to his hand. “Please, Teagan.”
Scrambling to his knees, he moved faster than he thought possible, he grasped her jeans in both hands. “Raise your butt,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. When she did, he slipped her jeans down and off her legs, before throwing them over his shoulder. “That’s better,” he said as his eyes followed the line of her long legs. Resting on his knees, he ran his hands up her legs, with feather soft strokes, when he reached her dripping wet pussy all clear thinking went out the window.
Leaning forward, he didn’t stop until his mouth was mere inches from her swollen folds. With his thumbs, he held her center open, and blew gently on the engorged nub, and was rewarded when she bucked her hips toward his mouth. Lowering his mouth, he swiped his tongue along her slit before sucking her clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around the little jewel, causing moisture to pour from her body, which he lapped up like an orphan calf.
Glancing up, he almost lost his load when he saw her cupping her beautiful breasts in her hands, while tweaking her nipples between her fingers. “That’s right, Mags. Take your pleasure, sweetheart.” Dropping his head, again he sucked her clit into his mouth, this time however, he bit down gently as he worked a long, thick finger inside her.Man, she’s tight. He continued to work his finger in and out, in and out as he felt her shudder, and clench down on his finger. He continued to roll the button between his teeth, but he removed his finger from deep inside her and wrapped both hands around her thighs and held her tightly, as she thrashed and bucked, against his mouth.
She tried to remain quiet as her orgasm rushed forward. It was something she’d learned to do, knowing her father was in the same house. But this time it was different. She simply might die if she remained quiet. When he suckled harder, and bit down, adding a little hint of pain, it sent her shooting over the moon.
Grasping her breasts tightly, she arched her back and called out his name, over and over again, until the last tremor snaked through her tense body. She didn’t have time to enjoy the moment, as Teagan climbed up her body, letting the muscular planes of his body rub all the soft, sensitive areas of hers. It was like throwing gas on a fire. She was revved up again, and ready for whatever came next.