Roping A Cowboy (Blazing Eagle Ranch Book 2) Page 6

  His bedroom.

  “Good,” he growled. He leaned down and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder.

  Joy laughed as she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on.

  8

  “Put me down!” Joy screeched. Her voice echoed through the hallway as Wade stormed toward his bedroom. “You are going to hurt your back.”

  Wade snorted. He’d lifted bales of hay heavier than her. What did she know?

  “Girl, you barely weigh anything,” Wade muttered. He arrived at his master bedroom and pushed the door open. There was currently one thing on his mind, and that was getting Joy naked.

  All night she had teased him. Those creamy brown thighs were driving him crazy. He had to get his hands, mouth, and tongue on them.

  He stalked to the oversized bed and paused next to it. He brought Joy off his shoulder, her body sliding down his. His cock was harder than it had ever been at the feel of her curves brushing against him.

  When her dark hair fell across her face, she tucked it away, revealing her beauty.

  He liked seeing Joy Whitaker in his bedroom, and vowed this wouldn’t be the only time she’d be here.

  Wade kept his arm wrapped around her, refusing to let her go. Her breasts crushed between them were divine. He bit back a moan at the feel of her soft curves underneath his hands.

  She stared up at him with her large brown eyes, leaning into him. Her hand slid up his chest and played with the top button he’d left undone.

  “Here we are,” she whispered.

  “We are,” he responded.

  Wade swooped down and captured her lips with his. The taste of the woman in his arms was intoxicating. She gripped his shirt with her hands balled up into tight fists.

  His desire for her was rising with each soft moan and whimper that spilled from her lips. Wade’s hands went on an exploration mission of their own. He cupped her round, plump ass, and brought her closer to him. He kneaded and squeezed her softness.

  His cock surged against his jeans, demanding to be released.

  The kiss grew deeper. Wade tilted his head and used his tongue to plunder Joy’s mouth. Her hands roamed up and settled at the base of his neck, with her fingers diving into his hair. A shiver flowed down his spine at the sensation of her fingers tugging his strands.

  Wade was unable to stop. This woman had seduced him from the moment she had walked out of her house in a dress. All night, he couldn’t stop thinking about having those beautiful thighs wrapped around his waist.

  Joy’s hands slipped down and worked on the buttons. He tore his mouth from hers and yanked his shirt from his jeans. He drew it over his head and tossed it to the floor before kicking off his boots.

  “What do you think you’ll find?” He cocked an eyebrow. He held back a laugh referencing her comment from the truck.

  Grinning, she tapped her chin with her finger. “Nothing.”

  Her voice was husky, and it was sexy.

  “Well, I’m not revealing until you take something off.” He cupped her cheek and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. He’d been dying to rip her dress off, but he doubted she would appreciate that.

  She walked around him, forcing him to turn around. She rested her hands on his chest and shoved him down in a sitting position on the bed.

  His chuckle at her playfulness quickly died once she pulled her dress over her head to show what was hidden beneath the soft material.

  Wade’s mouth went dry.

  Black lace.

  Her breasts were enveloped in a nearly see-through strapless bra. He could easily see her areolae. Her waist was tapered, but then flared out. Her panties matched, and were completely sheer.

  They didn’t hide anything.

  Joy pushed her hair from her face and stood in front of Wade with her hands on her hips.

  “Like what you see?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

  “Fuck yeah.” He cleared his throat, motioning her forward. “Come here, Joy.”

  She closed the distance between them. Gripping her waist, he looked up at her, a smile playing on her lips.

  “I like lingerie.”

  “I’m glad you do.” He smoothed his hands over her skin. The panties didn’t cover the entire meat of her ass. He was met with supple skin and released a groan. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

  “Hey.” She giggled, her hands resting on his shoulders. She kneaded them for a moment before cupping his face. “I may be a rancher’s daughter and get dirty every day, but this is one way I can still stay in touch with my feminine side.”

  A teasing glint appeared in her eyes.

  He liked it.

  The lingerie, he loved it. He secretly vowed to buy her whatever she wanted if she only wore it for him.

  He yanked her head to his so he could kiss her. He couldn’t help it. Those swollen lips were calling to him. Her lips parted, granting his tongue entrance.

  Wade guided her down onto the bed. He rolled them where she was on her back and he was slightly raised over her, settling his lower half into the valley of her thighs. Their lips were still merged together, sliding against each other’s in a deep, passionate kiss.

  He released her, and pressed hot kisses across jawline and down to her neck. He buried his head into the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent. He nipped her skin, then moved on. His lips made their way to her chest as he glided his hand underneath her back.

  As much as he loved the bra, it had to go.

  One attempt, and she was freed of the contraption.

  He pulled it off and felt like a kid on Christmas morning getting to unwrap his first gift.

  Her brown mounds were smooth, and just big enough to fill his hands. Her areolae were brown, and her nipples were beaded into little chocolate buds.

  “Jesus,” he murmured.

  He guided the first one to his lips, taking a taste. Joy’s moan shot through him and straight to his dick. He took his time bathing the one breast before switching over to the other. Joy’s fingers threaded their way into his hair and held him in place.

  The taste of her was mesmerizing. He couldn’t get enough of her. He growled and tore himself away from her breasts and continued on his journey to his southern destination. He left a trail of kisses over her belly until he shifted lower on the bed, putting him at eye level with her center.

  “Wade,” Joy groaned.

  He spread her legs wide and took in the small sheer panties covering her. Lowering his head, he placed an open-mouth kiss on her mound. Joy’s hips shot off the bed. He chuckled and swept a hand down her thigh, finally getting to touch it. He dropped a kiss on one, teasing Joy.

  He knew what she wanted.

  There was no need to rush anything.

  They had all night.

  “What do you want, Joy?” he asked.

  He trailed a finger up her panty-covered folds. He could clearly see her through it, and was itching to pull the covering off. But now, it was about building up the suspense. He wanted Joy writhing on the bed, screaming his name until she was hoarse.

  “You know what I want,” she gasped.

  Wade applied more pressure against her folds with his finger. He ran his tongue down her thigh, then nipped the skin with his teeth. She jumped, releasing a squeal.

  “No. I want you to say it.” He gave her another little love bite and smoothed it out with his tongue. His finger was slowly running up her slit, teasing her. Joy’s hips lifted as if seeking relief.

  In due time.

  “Wade!” she groaned.

  He continued dropping kisses on her thighs, moving toward her center, but never going there.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. His cock was pressing painfully against his jeans, reminding him he would need to discard them soon.

  “I need you!” she practically shouted. Her body shifted with her hips thrusting forward against his hand. Her legs were left wide open, exposing herself fully to him.

  Wade laug
hed.

  “You can do better than that, Whitaker. Tell me exactly what you want, and I promise to put you out of your misery.” He trailed his tongue down her thigh, just where her leg and pelvis met. Her body shook underneath him. “Tell me.”

  “I swear…dammit, Wade,” she whimpered.

  Her body shook, but he didn’t let up on her with his finger. He pushed down harder, watching her slit part and reveal her pink clit.

  “Joy,” he growled.

  “I need you to lick me,” she sobbed.

  “Where?” he goaded her.

  Her legs flexed shut, then opened again.

  He had her.

  The second she answered him correctly, he would reward her.

  “My pussy,” she cried out, her body trembling with need. “Please, Wade. Lick my pussy.”

  With a growl, he snatched her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. Shoving her legs open wide, he covered her mound with his mouth.

  Joy’s scream echoed through the room.

  One long lick had her crying out his name. Her fingers dove into his hair, pulling on the strands. He had waited patiently for her to reveal to him what she truly wanted.

  The taste of Joy exploded on his tongue.

  Another lick, and she lost it. Her cries filled the air. Chants, curses, and moans spilled from her lips.

  He latched onto her clit, pushing her legs out of the way as they attempted to close on his head.

  Joy Whitaker was going to get firsthand knowledge of what Wade Brooks was truly about.

  She had pestered him in the truck on what Brooks men were known for.

  Tonight, she would discover a talent of his that he was very passionate about.

  He introduced a finger deep inside her slick core. Her muscles clenched down around him. He held back a moan. The feeling of her clamping on his dick was going to be magical, but right now, at the moment, it was all about her.

  He would get his turn soon.

  Wade pulled back his finger, and then a second later, sending it in farther. He flicked her clit with his tongue while he continued to finger fuck her.

  “Wade!” she wailed.

  The sound of his name of her lips was fucking amazing. He would never tire of it. Her hips thrust forward, setting a rhythm of their own.

  He twisted his finger around, and sent it in deep in search of that certain area that would send her to the stars.

  Joy’s muscles grew taut.

  He took his time feasting on her.

  Wade was determined to bring the most pleasure she had ever experienced to her tonight.

  Her honey slipped from her, and he ensured he lapped it all up. He slid two fingers deep inside her and twisted them around, and her hips lifted off the bed again. Wade latched on to her little bundle of nerves while the trembling of her body increased.

  She gripped his hair when she crested.

  Joy was a beautiful sight as she rode through the waves of her orgasm.

  Her body settled back down on the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her eyes were closed, and there was a small smile on her lips.

  Wade withdrew his fingers from her and watched her melt against the pillows. He stood, and flicked open the button of his jeans.

  What a beautiful sight she made. A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Her dark hair spread out around her head, as if it were a dark cloud.

  He pushed down his jeans and kicked them to the floor.

  Joy’s eyes flew open. They were slightly out of focus. She blinked, focusing in on him. She grinned.

  “Aw, damn. I was wrong.”

  “Hell no, I’m not walking around commando in jeans.” He was a boxer brief man.

  Her eyes darkened when her gaze dropped to the large tent his cock was pitching. He eased them down, allowing his cock to spring free. It was erect, and standing at full attention. Joy pushed up on her elbows and unconsciously licked her lips.

  A growl slipped from him. He crawled back onto the bed, flipping her over.

  “Hey, wait a minute,” she chuckled. “I don’t get to—”

  “Not now.” There was no way she could touch him. He was already close to exploding, and that was not an option. He’d never been a minute man before, and wasn’t going to start tonight. “I promise, you can do whatever you want later.”

  He brought her up on her hands and knees. His gaze zeroed in on her ass, and he sighed.

  She was made perfectly.

  He coasted a hand down her spine and lined up the head of his cock with her opening. He nestled the head through her slick folds.

  “You promise?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he almost blew his load. The woman was too sexy for her own good.

  “Yeah.” His voice was strained. He pushed forward slightly inside her warm channel. She was tight, enveloping him in her warm cocoon. He gripped her hips and surged forward until he was buried completely inside of her. “Fuck.”

  He couldn’t help the curse. She was extremely tight, and too damn wet.

  He was in trouble.

  “Oh, God. Wade.” Joy’s moan was low and husky. She lowered her head to the pillow while her ass remained up. Her hands gripped the sheets, as if needing something to hold on to. It was the perfect position for Wade to get lost in.

  He drew back, and surged forward again.

  Wade cried out, unable to stop his hips. They were moving on their own accord. Each thrust sent him farther inside her.

  Her pussy welcomed him.

  He never wanted to leave.

  He was home.

  Wade dug his fingers into her hips, holding her steady as his hips quickened their motion. Joy rocked herself back against him.

  They moved in sync with each other. Their gasps and cries filled the air. Wade reached out and entwined his fingers in Joy’s dark tresses, anchoring her to him.

  “Joy,” he gasped. He delivered deep, powerful strokes. He tried to think of anything to keep him from releasing so soon.

  The cattle.

  The conversation with his father.

  Hell, mucking up the stables.

  Nothing was doing the trick.

  Being inside Joy was everything he could have imagined.

  He needed her to come again. He wanted to feel the contractions of her pussy around him.

  “Play with your clit,” he commanded. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and wanted her to join him.

  “Oh,” Joy groaned.

  She maneuvered herself to slip her arm beneath her, and soon he could feel the motion of her rubbing herself. Her body trembled.

  Fuck.

  The familiar tingle in his balls was a warning. They drew up close to his body, and he knew he didn’t have long.

  “Come on, baby. I need you to come for me again,” he muttered. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, but he didn’t care.

  “Wade. Oh, God, I’m almost there.”

  “Now, Joy. Come for me now,” Wade growled. He shifted his hips and drove deeper inside of her.

  She cried out as she crested. Her walls constricted around Wade, and he could no longer hold back. He roared through his orgasm. His hips went into overdrive while he pounded into her, filling her with his release.

  9

  A sense of contentment and satisfaction overcame Joy. She opened her eyes and found herself flush against a very naked Wade. His possessive arm was wrapped around her, securing her to him.

  Her face was nestled into the crook of his neck. She inhaled the scent of him. His cologne was embedded in her nostrils. She loved the smell of it, and could lie there forever just sniffing him. His warm body was pressed to hers. She bit back a silly smile as the memories of their night together rushed forward.

  There wasn’t an inch of her body that hadn’t been touched by Wade.

  His lips, tongue, and hands had been everywhere.

  A shiver passed through her at remembering his tongue. It had brought her great pleasure. The memory of it between h
er legs sent a chill down her spine.

  The heat of Wade and the blankets had her feeling relaxed.

  She blew out a deep breath and pressed a kiss to his neck. A giggle escaped her from his cock jerking against her leg.

  There could be no way he was ready to go again.

  Wade’s shaft hardened beside her.

  Well, I’ll be…

  Joy pulled her head back and glanced up at him. Wade rested back on the pillow with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. A shadow of a beard covered his jawline. She trembled at the memory of those prickly hairs brushing the inside of her thighs.

  She wasn’t ashamed to admit she was now officially addicted to Wade Brooks. Her body tingled from head to toe. He’d been extremely generous in ensuring she was thoroughly satisfied.

  Wade shifted in the bed, his other hand disappearing beneath the blanket.

  “Morning,” his deep voice rumbled in his chest. His hand possessively rested on the swell of her ass.

  She stared up into his eyes, and a shyness crept over her. She wasn’t sure what to say the morning after. She’d never had a one-night stand before.

  “Good morning,” she replied.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. You hungry?” he asked. He shifted onto his side, pulling his arm from under her. His gaze settled on her while he waited for her to answer.

  Joy snagged the blankets and tugged them up, tucking them under her arms. She didn’t miss the smirk on his sexy lips.

  “Yeah, I’m famished.” Her stomach chose that moment to speak up. She covered her face with her hand, mortified.

  Wade gently removed her hands from her face. A silly grin played on his lips.

  “What are you hiding your face for?” Chuckling, he brought her hand to his lips. “Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about. We burned off some calories last night.”

  Joy burst out laughing at him. Winking, he threw back the covers and stood from the bed. Her gaze dropped down to his naked form. His body was chiseled in all the right places. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Years of working a ranch was evident. He walked around the bed, a teasing glint in his eyes.