The Last American Cowboy Page 5

  “Don’t apologize to me for anything you’ve done. I’m guessing there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for your little girl.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Blake wanted to see a photo of Lily while we ate breakfast the following morning. I pulled it out of my purse and slid it across the table to him. He put down his coffee mug and picked it up.

  He whistled. “You were right. She’s a beauty. She looks like a mini version of you.”

  “I know I’m her mom, and I’m biased, but she’s smart as well as cute. She started kindergarten in the fall, and the teacher said she’s way ahead of all the other kids. She can count, does some addition and subtraction and…” I realized I was bragging. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to hear me go on about my daughter.”

  “Sure, I do. And you know what I think? That your ex is getting punished big-time now. I mean, he’s missing out on this beautiful little girl’s life. What a dumbass.” He slid the photo back to me. “You’d better put that away and, whatever you do, don’t let my father see her photo, or he’ll want to adopt her as his grandkid. She’d get spoiled something awful around here.”

  I put the photo safely back into my purse. “So why haven’t you ever given him a grandbaby?”

  “Haven’t found myself a woman.”

  I laughed, almost spilling the coffee I was in the middle of sipping. “You—a good-looking cowboy who’s hot between the sheets.”

  “Okay, women have found me, but there’s not one of them I’d want to marry and make babies with.”

  “Maybe you’ve been too picky.”

  “You can never be too picky,” he said, picking up a slice of bacon and chewing on it.

  “Yeah, maybe I should have been more of that before I married my ex.”

  “See? You know what I’m talking about. So you ever think you’ll marry again?”

  “I’m not sure about that, but I do know it would take a very special man, and I have Lily to think about, too, now.”

  “Shit, life’s so God damn complicated at times.”

  “Sure is, so let’s talk about something completely different.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like roping and riding lessons.”

  * * * * *

  I spent the rest of the day in my jeans and T-shirt, snapping photos of Blake riding his horse and showing me how he roped the cattle.

  He looked so drop-dead gorgeous with his cowboy hat pushed back on his head, riding out of the stable. He tossed me the hat. I put it on, but it slid down my face and rested on the bridge of my nose.

  “You have a big head,” I said, tossing it back. I was just about to add another comment when a worker walked by, so I mouthed it instead. “It matches your big dick.”

  He laughed, slid off the horse, and walked over to me. I pulled on the front of my jeans where my shaved mound was starting to itch.

  “Hey, baby, you hurting down there?”

  “Just itching right now.”

  “Then maybe we should take a look at it and get you some cream.”

  * * * * *

  We stopped for lunch, and I went crazy over the local huckleberry pie, which I bought two of to take home and put in the freezer. When we returned, Blake told me to go into the bedroom and take off my jeans and panties so he could check out my skin, which I’d been rubbing through most of lunch.

  I sat on the bed and glanced down at my mound. It didn’t look red and, now that my clothes weren’t rubbing against it, it felt great with the cool air passing over it.

  Blake walked in and over to the bed with a canister under his arm.

  “How you feeling down there?” he asked.

  “Better now I’m panty-free.”

  He sat on the bed and put the canister down beside me as I noticed the words Whipped Cream splashed across it.

  “Blake, is this the cream you were talking about?”

  “It’s a cure for everything, and I’m ready for more dessert.”

  I should have guessed what he had in mind for us when he got naked and climbed on the bed with me. He lifted up my sweater, removed my bra, and threw everything on the floor.

  “Move up the bed for me,” he said. I was feeling lazy and just scraped my ass over the quilt instead of lifting it. “Let me take a look here.”

  Blake ran his hand over my bare mound then planted a kiss on it.

  “I might actually get waxed down there now,” I said.

  “I like it, but I have to say, running my fingers through all your hair and trying to find your cute little clit is fun, too.”

  He pushed my legs apart and ran his fingers around my mound, down my labia, and into my folds.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “Feels very good.”

  “So can I have my dessert now?”

  “I guess you can.”

  I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, hearing him take the top off the canister. The cream was cold as he covered my mound, and he started licking it away.

  “It tickles like crazy.”

  “Supposed to.”

  He lifted my legs up. I brought them into a bent position and closed my eyes again. “You still hungry?” I asked.

  “I’m famished,” he said.

  I jumped when he pushed the nozzle of the canister inside me, and ice-cold cream filled my pussy and oozed down my butt cheeks. I flung my arms out to the sides of the bed when Blake’s tongue slipped into my slit, and he began licking the cream out.

  “You are so hot down here you’re melting the cream.”

  His tongue went deeper, lapped harder, and I squeezed the quilt in my hands as he took me closer to paradise.

  “Mmm, Blake…”

  “What, baby?”

  “Nothing. I’m feeling so good down there. The cream’s helped me.”

  He inserted the nozzle again and gave another squirt. I lifted my butt as he flicked it out of my slit with the tip of his tongue.

  “Mmm…” was all I could get out before I convulsed and shook.

  “Hey, you okay?” Blake rushed to my side and held me as my legs tensed and shook.

  “I’m fine. I’m just having an orgasm,” I said.

  He burst out laughing and hugged me.

  * * * * *

  I’d realized that the following day I’d be flying back to Boston, and we had just one night of sexual bliss and adventure left. Blake had driven me to the nearest mall, where I’d bought matching cowboy boots for me and Lily. Blake had bought her a doll and me a cowgirl hat.

  Now here I was with nothing on but the hat in his bedroom, standing by the bed, while he was flat on his back.

  He put his hand out to be, and I climbed onboard.

  “Ready for a riding lesson?”

  I pushed my hat back, straddled him, and stroked his half-erect cock while he twisted my nipples. I ran my finger along the length of his shaft and felt him harden immediately. Next, I gave his balls some attention and took their weight in my hands.

  He handed me a foil package. I ripped it upon and slid the condom over his dick.

  “You ready for the ride of your life?” he asked.

  “Oh, yeah, cowboy.”

  I lifted my butt, took the weight of my body in my thighs, and then sat down on Blake’s cock, which felt even bigger inside me tonight.

  I put my hands on my hat and started to move my hips back and forth then up and down. Blake had his eyes closed, and I hoped he was enjoying this as much as me. I bucked up and down, feeling his cock hit my sweet spot at the back of my vagina. My breasts started to bounce, and I held them and plucked at my tits as the waves built in my uterus.

  Shit, I was sure I’d pass out as Blake lifted his butt and thrust upwards, and I went down hard on his cock, hoping I wasn’t hurting him. I got so carried away that I was lifting myself up, almost pulling him out of me, and slamming back down as my climax hit. I cried, and tears ran down my cheeks.

  I flopped onto his chest, his cock still buried in
side me.

  “Enjoy your ride, city girl?” He brushed the hair from my eyes.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “You ready to see how a cowboy ties up a cowgirl?”

  I nodded. I lifted myself off him, and he got off the bed, walked to the closet, and pulled out three pieces of rope.

  “You trust me, baby?”

  “Of course.”

  His bed had posts on the bottom, and he took one piece of rope, threw it around one of them, and secured my ankle to it. Then he did the same with the other foot and piece of rope.

  “Let me know if that gets too tight or cuts into you, okay?” He kissed me. “I never want to hurt you, baby.”

  He reached up, took both my hands, and pressed my palms together then tied the rope around my wrists and secured me to the headboard.

  I looked down. Who would have believed, when I took this assignment, I’d be experiencing something like never before?

  “I’m going to tease you, but it’s for your own sexual pleasure,” said Blake, running his finger down the middle of my belly.

  He kissed me and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I wanted so much to run my hands through his thick, sun-bleached hair but couldn’t.

  His mouth moved to my throat and kissed it. I closed my eyes as he ran his hands up and down my belly, across my bare mound, and then back over my breasts and under my armpits. My whole body was tingling.

  Next up were my legs. His hands and tongue made a trail up my thighs, and I pulled against the ropes with my ankles. Blake got between my legs and spread my labia, and cold air hit me down there. He massaged my clit, and I lifted my butt.

  “Sorry. I got to do some teasing, baby.”

  He pressed harder on my clit, and I knew what game this was now. He’d take me to the edge then make me wait for satisfaction.

  “Blake, no, please, no…”

  I was almost there. He knew me well enough by now to know when I was edging close to release. He took his hand away.

  “Blake, you can’t do this to me. It’s so cruel. Make me come all the way.”

  A tear ran down my face as he strummed my clit again. I squeezed my ass cheeks together, hoping I’d come before he realized how close I was, but it wasn’t doing diddly-squat for me tonight. Only Blake could take me to paradise now.

  I pulled on my hands. I’d free myself and bring about my own climax if that’s how he was playing it.

  His thumb pressed on my clit. I decided to relax this time, not move, and not make a sound. That was all he wanted. Me to be still. Once I was, he stroked me harder, faster and… I shook when I found release, and he was right—it was so much better after the wait and the teasing.

  His pinkie circled my slit and slipped inside, and then another finger and another. He began pumping me until I could feel my juices escaping and soaking the quilt.

  “Blake, just fuck me. Please, I can’t stand this.”

  The cruel game went on for ten minutes until he finally let me climax and, when I did, I saw fireworks. I think my juices didn’t run out of me. I was pretty sure they actually shot out of my vagina.

  He was inside me, thrusting, before I’d realized it. He set his body on top of me and kissed me as he thrust harder on each attempt to take me to the place where rockets fly into the air and waves smash against rocks.

  When I did finally climax, I knew I’d probably woken a few bears out of hibernation.

  Blake came five minutes later. He untied me, and we got under the covers and snuggled like lovers who had known one another for years.

  “I have to say, I’ve had a really good time,” I said, running my fingers over his chest hair.

  “So what time does your plane leave tomorrow?”

  “Noon,” I said before he kissed me.

  “Can you stay a few more days with me?”

  “You have more things to show me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’d love to, but I have to get back to work, and Lily will be wondering where I am. And yes, you’re great company, but I miss her.”

  “Then maybe you can visit again?”

  “Sure, I’d like that.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  I never expected him to kiss me when we said goodbye at the airport, but he took me in his arms, and our embrace seemed to last forever.

  “How about I give you a call later this week?” he asked.

  “I’ll look forward to it. And I’ll send you some of the photos I shot.”

  “Can’t wait to see them.”

  I didn’t know why, but I was on the brink of tears when I turned back after clearing security to see him still standing there, waving to me.

  My flight got into Boston forty-five minutes early. The pilot had credited the jet stream, and I was glad to head straight over to my parents’ home to pick up Lily. She, too, was happy to see her mom and be back in her own house. I took the doll that had dark hair and brown eyes, like Lily and me, out of my bag and handed it to her.

  “The man I wrote the story about sent this for you.”

  “She’s pretty.”

  “So what are you going to call her?” She shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll think of something. How about I take a photo of you holding her, so I can send it to Blake and tell him you said thank you.”

  “I could draw him a picture, too.”

  I smiled. Lily loved painting and coloring. My mother was an artist, and I’d always had a feeling Lily would follow in her footsteps.

  “I think he’d like that. Now, let Mommy get the camera out of her bag, and you sit over there on the couch with your doll, and give me a big smile.”

  * * * * *

  I sent the photos to Blake. Lily had insisted on drawing her picture for him before she went to bed that night, and I’d put it into an envelope, ready to mail out the following day. She’d finally gone down to sleep, so I unpacked the rest of my things then headed to the bathroom for a nice, long shower before I turned in, too. I took off my jeans and sweater, unclasped my bra, and slipped my panties down my legs.

  I laughed when I saw my shaved mound. I ran my hand over it, feeling some stubble starting to appear now. I closed my eyes, remembering Blake’s hands on my body, his cock inside me. It had felt so good to be held by a man again and have him make love to me. Listen to me and have a conversation with someone other than my parents, friends, and co-workers. I burst into tears but then realized I was being stupid. I had Lily, and that’s all I really needed in my life.

  * * * * *

  “Thank you for the photos…. Your daughter is definitely a heartbreaker.”

  I hadn’t expected a call from Blake so soon, but he’d phoned me while I was at the office working on his story.

  “There’s also a little something coming in the mail for you from her,” I told him.

  “Um, that sounds interesting.”

  “She loves the doll. She slept with it last night, and she’s called her Montana.” Blake laughed. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you the editor likes the first draft of the article and the photos so much. You’re going to be our cover story.”

  “Wow… Hey, did you add anything about our little side fun?”

  I spoke more softly into the phone. “No, I didn’t, and I should thank you for the great time you gave me.”

  “Just think of it as cowboy hospitality. So how’s the shaved mound?”

  I hoped no one heard Blake’s voice and laughter over the phone.

  “It’s itching like hell now. I’d forgotten I had my yearly check-up with my gynecologist and, when I went there this morning, I think he was really shocked when he saw what I looked like down there,” I whispered.

  Blake was roaring with laughter now. “Hey, baby, it’s made me kinda jealous. I mean, another guy checking out your pussy.”

  “Haven’t you already seen enough of it?”

  “Nope. I’d love to see it again and very soon.”

  “Well, maybe I’ll get sent on another assignment to Montana.”


  Chapter Fifteen

  Blake’s story was released in our next issue and became our bestselling one of all time. I suspected it wasn’t my writing skill but his rugged good looks that had something to do with it. I was sure the cover had been torn off every issue and right now hung on the walls of females all across the country. I looked at my copy, remembering our time together in Montana. It had been six weeks ago, and my body was craving sex—not just with any man but only with Blake.

  I’d been thinking about him all day and, just before I was heading home, I turned around and thought I was dreaming when I saw him talking to my editor in the hallway. He glanced my way and winked.

  He excused himself from my boss and headed into my office.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, my heart beating fast like I was a schoolgirl with a crush.

  “I came to thank you and your editor for the great story. I was just telling him I think he should give you a raise and assign more Montana stories to you.”

  “How long are you here?”

  “I thought I’d spend a few days looking around Boston. I’ve never been to the East Coast before.”

  “If you haven’t already checked into a hotel, do you want to stay with me…I mean, Lily and me?”

  He smiled. “Sure, sounds like fun.”

  I got up and walked toward him. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. I kneeled down and whispered, so no one would hear me. “Blake, when I say stay, I mean just that. I told you about my rules about having sex while Lily’s around.”

  Blake nodded. “I understand.”

  * * * * *

  Blake rode with me when we headed to my parents’ house to collect Lily. She and my mother were in the middle of creating a masterpiece at the kitchen table while my dad was watching a rerun of Law and Order.