Page 24 of Falling for the Cowboy
By the time I moved up her body, lining myself up with her wet center, she was sobbing with need.
I buried my entire length inside her with one powerful thrust. She cried out, her nails biting into my shoulders as I filled her to the brim.
“I want to come inside you, Jamie.” Sweat was dripping from my chest on her breasts as I set a relentless, pounding pace. “I want to give you a baby.”
Her pussy clenched around me. “You like that idea, don’t you, Jamie, me giving you a baby?” I demanded, driving into her so deep she couldn’t do anything but hold on.
“Yes, Slade,” she gasped, wrapping her long legs around my waist, those booted heels digging into my lower back. “I want you to breed me.”
I felt the pressure build in my balls, a white-hot wave of release that I couldn’t hold back. I drove into her one last time, pinning her to the bed as I spilled my seed deep inside her, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
Later, as the shadows lengthened across the cabin floor, I lay with her tucked into my side, my chin resting on the top of her head. I’d finally undressed her, pulling off her dress and those boots. I’d have to send Paige yet another thank-you card for talking her into buying them. I might just have put them on the shelf with my other trophies.
“So, was that just like one of your cowboy books, darlin’?” A well-satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Jamie grinned up at me, her hair a damp, wild mess. “No,” she whispered, tracing the silver scar on my chest. “That was from one about a mountain man. Who just happened to be a retired cowboy champ hiding from the world.”
I caught her hand, my thumb brushing over the sparkling diamond ring on her left finger. We planned on getting married at Christmas, right here on the Wild Vista Ranch. She didn’t look a damn thing like the prim-and-proper librarian who had walked into my life one year ago.
“I’m not hiding anymore.” My voice was steady and real. “I don’t need to. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
