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  “That’s what I want to hear.” He crawls up my body. His face glistens from my orgasm. My very first orgasm. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “Was it good?”

  “Oh yes. It was amazing.” Feeling self-conscious now that the hormones of arousal aren’t coursing through me, I push at the hiked up material to cover my sex.

  “Don't.” Cooper slides to my side and props himself on one elbow. His thick cock presses hard through his jeans to rub against my naked thigh. “I want to see all of you that I can right now. Even if it’s just the waist down.” His calloused fingers glide down my stomach and settle between my legs where he strokes me with reverence.

  I move my hand between us and cup the bulge pressing against my leg. He hisses.

  “You are going to kill me.”

  “No I’m not. I’m going to please you.”

  He leans over and kisses me. It’s a soft languid kiss full of emotion. A confirmation that he too has loved me for a lifetime. When he pulls back, he lifts to a seated position.

  “You do please me. When I showed up to fetch the cattle, I prayed you would be home from college and still want me.”

  “I’ll never stop wanting you, Cooper.” I reach for him and try to pull him over my body.

  “No sweetheart. Not here in the tack house. When I make love to you for the first time, it won’t be on a horse blanket in the middle of a dusty shed. You deserve more.”

  “But you—”

  “Just had a taste of what’s to come.” He pulls himself up and offers me a hand.

  My dress falls past my knees. I look around the room in search of my panties. “Where are my—”

  He pulls them from his back pocket and holds them out of my reach. “These are mine.”

  “Yours?” I hop up and try to swipe them from his hand, but they are out of reach.

  “I may even frame them. Some people wait a lifetime for a dream. I waited six years to eat your pussy, and it was worth it.” He tucks the slip of fabric into his back pocket and wraps me into his arms. “We should get back. Your parents will wonder what happened to us.”

  “Oh my God. My parents.” Not once while his hot tongue devoured my flesh did I give them a single thought. They could have walked in on us. “What are we going to do about them?”

  He wraps his arm around my shoulders. “We’ll figure it out.”

  Four

  Cooper

  Her taste is still on my tongue when we walk into the house. Amy and Jack sit in side-by-side loungers holding hands and watching TV.

  Jack glances at both of us. “What took you so long?” Jack asks.

  I couldn’t tell him that I was pleasuring his daughter on the floor of an out building. That I was licking up her honey like a starving man. So I did my best to come up with a believable answer. “It was hard to collect my things in the dark.”

  “Sorry,” Jack says, “I could have given you a flashlight.”

  I drop my bag near my feet and lean on the wall beside me. I risk a glance at Ellie, whose face flushes with the heat of her first orgasm. She’s so damn beautiful.

  “It’s okay, I felt around until I found what I wanted.” I didn't think it was possible for her to blush any deeper, but her cheeks turned crimson. Looking straight into her eyes I said, “I’ll go back tomorrow once Brent and I come back from the run and make sure I left nothing behind.”

  Jack’s focus is back on the television. “That sounds like a good plan. It’s an early start for you boys tomorrow.”

  “Yes it is, and seeing as I need to get up so early, I think I’m going to take a shower and call it a night.”

  “Good plan. Ellie, take Cooper to his room.”

  “Of course,” she says.

  Just as we turn and start up the stairs, Amy calls after us. “Come back down after Cooper gets settled, Ellie. Our favorite show is starting in five minutes.”

  Ellie lets out a groan only I can hear. “Sure,” she says. “I’ll be right down.”

  “Can you make the popcorn?” her mom asks.

  “Sure,” she says again, but I can tell popcorn is the last thing on her mind.

  We walk up the stairs and turn right down the hallway.

  “This is my room,” she says as we walk past the first door. “This is our shared bathroom.” She opens the next door and walks inside. There are three doors into the big bathroom, one in the hallway, and one door going into each of the bedrooms. Access to Ellie will be easy tonight.

  She slides past me rubbing her breasts against my chest on her way through the narrow doorway.

  “Fire, sweetheart.” I remind her as she teases me.

  “You don’t scare me. I like the burn.” She flips on the light to a room I’d been in a handful of times. Brent’s room. It was on the bottom bunk that he and I flipped through girly magazines and had our first glimpse at pussy. I remember both of us thinking they were gross, but that was before we knew how good that velvet glove felt wrapped around our cocks, or how sweet a woman’s nectar tasted on our tongues. That was when we were idiots.

  I toss my duffel on the floor by the lower bunk and fold my arms around her. “Go downstairs and spend time with your mom. I’ll see you later.” My lips brush hers, and I turn around and pat her on her naked ass. “Don’t forget to grab some panties.”

  She shakes her head at me before she walks out the door.

  Within minutes, I’m standing under the hot shower surrounded by her scent. The soap is lavender, her shampoo is lilac and her body wash is jasmine. She’s a bouquet of beauty. My cock aches to be inside her. It sits heavy in my hand as I stroke it to the memory of her shuddering under my tongue. I lean one hand on the tile wall and let my head fall forward as I grip tighter and pull harder thinking I’ll be able to love her a long time tonight if I can ease my ache right now.

  The pressure builds, my balls tighten, and my release flows free the minute I close my eyes and relive the sound of my name on her lips. I told her the first time we make love I want to hear her scream my name, but that won’t be possible with her parents sleeping down the hallway. She’ll have to give the same whimpered whisper that she did today. I can live with that.

  With a towel wrapped around my waist, I walk into Brent’s room to find Jack sitting on the bed. I come to a dead stop in the doorway.

  “Jack, you startled me.”

  He looks around the room. “I just want to say it’s nice that we’ll be neighbors. Also, want to tell you that I see how you look at my daughter. I know you like her. I know she likes you. Don’t hurt her, and for your health and safety, don’t let me catch you in her room.” He rises from the bed and walks out the door without another word.

  My heart pounds in my chest for minutes after he leaves. Is it possible that he knows what we were doing? I don’t want to screw up my friendship with the Hawkins’, but I also refuse to give up Ellie. I pull her underpants from the pocket of my discarded jeans and bring them to my nose.

  She’s is worth the risk, but Jack is right. There is no way I can sink my body into hers while her parents are two doors down. What was I thinking? They deserve more. She deserves more. Our budding relationship deserves more.

  Disappointed that Ellie won’t be in my arms tonight, I drag on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and climb into bed.

  Five

  Ellie

  I sit in the corner of the worn floral sofa with a bowl of popcorn between my legs when all I want is Cooper between my legs.

  “Don’t you love him?”

  I nearly fumble the bowl of popcorn. “Who?” I ask too fast.

  “Ian Somerhalder, silly.” Mom leans forward to get a closer peek at the sexy man on the screen. “Who did you think I was talking about?”

  I avoid the question. “You’re such a cougar.”

  Mom laughs. “I’m old. Not dead. How about one more?”

  I look at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner. The pendulum swings back and forth keeping track of every sec
ond I’m down here. Every second I’m away from Cooper.

  “I don’t know, don’t you think three is enough?” Once you scroll past the commercials, they are only about forty minutes each, but I’ve spent two hours watching vampire drama and vampire sex, and all I want is to snuggle up against Cooper.

  “Please,” she begs. “Your father is a snoring, farting, La-Z-Boy ornament. I rarely have company watching my guilty pleasures. Surely you can spare another hour for your mom.”

  I sink back into the comfy sofa and sigh. “I’m all yours.”

  She starts the next episode, and I’m stuck for another forty minutes.

  When I finally reach my room, I close the door softly behind me. My heart beats like a drum in my chest. Tonight is the night. Years of longing and want will be buried the minute he sinks himself into my body.

  I look around my room. It still screams teenager from the Keith Urban poster on the wall to the collage of high school photos taped above my desk. Not wanting my friends or Keith to witness what will go down in this room tonight, I pull everything down and shove it into my closet. Tonight is about Cooper and me, and no one else is invited.

  Next, I rummage through my drawers to find the sexiest pair of panties I have. A little pink thong my college roommate bought me when she saw my white cotton briefs. I saved them for a special occasion. Tonight is about as special as it will get.

  My socked feet make no sound as I cross the bathroom floor to his door. Thinking I’ll tell him I’m going to shower first, I twist the handle and find it locked.

  “Cooper,” I whisper into the doorjamb hoping he’ll hear me. “I’m going to shower and then I’ll be waiting for you.”

  I stand still hoping he’ll answer but I hear nothing, so I start the shower, undress, and climb into the mist.

  The hot water glides over my body—the heat pulsing against my sore muscles. Who knew an orgasm could strain a muscle, but I feel the strain of my first in every part of my body. It is a whole body experience that starts in my toes and ricochets straight to my brain while simultaneously threading and wrapping around my spine until it twists and coils around my womb and explodes outward.

  My sudsy hand reaches between my legs. Deliciously tender from the scruff on his face, I wonder if every orgasm is the same or if some are better than others. Will my first be my best and then all others will pale in comparison?

  Although I shaved this morning, I pick up the razor and give my legs another pass. Tonight has to be perfect. I don’t want this to be a one and done experience. I’ve loved Cooper for far too long to let him go after one night of passion.

  When I’m out of the shower, I tap on the door and whisper, “I’m ready.” Then I race to my bed and climb nearly naked under the covers. The only thing I’m wearing is the thong and my heart on my sleeve.

  I try over a dozen positions to find the one Cooper will think is sexiest. Leg out of the cover. Sheet falling over my breasts. Back turned with only a peek of my bottom. I settle on the sheet half on and half off, draped over my body like a toga so I look like a Grecian Goddess, or so I hope. I take a selfie and send it to him with the caption, “I’ve been waiting years for tonight.”

  I wait and wait. Every sound I hear makes my heart race. Footsteps in the hallway have me holding my breath. My door opens a crack.

  “Good night, sweetheart.” My mom’s voice echoes through the silence, but I don’t answer. I never considered she’d do a bed check. Is that what that was? I grip the sheet and pull it to my neck hoping she didn’t get a glimpse of what I wasn’t wearing.

  The door closes and I let out a long exhale. My eyes never leave the bathroom door because that’s where I assume Cooper will enter.

  A moonbeam sneaks past a break in my blinds and spotlights the bathroom door perfectly. I wait and watch and wait and watch and wait.

  Something tickles my cheek. My skin prickles with a chill, and I pull the comforter high to my neck trying to shake off the cold that covers my body. My brain wakes up and I realize I’m naked in my bed—alone.

  I sit up and look around the room. Nothing has changed from last night. No, that’s not right. Something has changed. Cooper didn’t come to my room and my heart breaks a little.

  On the pillow next to me lies a single sunflower. He was here, but he didn’t ravish me. He brought me a flower and left. I wasn’t sure if I should be pleased or pissed. The flower meant he was thinking of me, but what was he thinking?

  The jury is out until I have a cup of coffee and can give the situation more thought.

  Mom is at the sink washing dishes when I come down dressed in jeans and boots and a T-shirt with a picture of a donut that says EAT ME.

  “That’s an awful shirt, Ellie.” Mom wipes her hand on the terrycloth towel hanging from the oven door handle.

  “It’s a funny shirt, Mom.” I reach past her to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard.

  “It’s suggestive. Like an invitation.” Mom pours me a cup of coffee all the while shaking her head at my shirt.

  I think about the afternoon in the tack room with Cooper. “Men don’t need a formal invitation, Mom.”

  She tops off her cup and walks to the end of the island. “About that…”

  I laugh. “We are not having a birds and bees talk again. The one you gave me when I was a teen is still stuck in my head.” Truth is, that obligatory conversation happened around the time I was fifteen. Back when I put myself in Cooper’s path every chance I got. Back when I didn’t realize he noticed me too. Back when he knew better than me the wait will be worth it. And here I am, still waiting. Yesterday, he gave me a taste. Actually, he took a taste and left me wanting more.

  Mom’s eyes grow as big as saucers. “How far beyond are we?”

  I slide into the stool next to her. “Sophomore year of college, I lost my virginity to a boy who didn’t deserve me. He was handsome and charming and on a mission to break a record.”

  Mom wraps her arm around my shoulder and pulls me into her ample bosom. “I’m sorry, honey. If it’s any consolation, the first time is rarely satisfying.”

  The second time wasn’t either. “Live and learn they say.”

  Mom sips her coffee. “Are you still on birth control?” Mom put me on the pill before I left for college.

  I turn my body so I face her. “Is there something you want to ask?”

  She fidgets in her seat. “No, it’s just that I see the way you look at Cooper.”

  I wrap my hands around the cup. “How do I look at Cooper?” I know how I look at him. Like he’s the hot fudge on a sundae, but I didn’t think I was so obvious.

  “You’ve always had kind of a crush on him.”

  I smile at the kind-of-a-crush comment. I’ve been in love with Cooper Jackson since I was fourteen when he came to work on our ranch.

  “Don’t worry about Cooper and me. We aren’t kids, Mom.”

  “No, but our ranch works with his, so if something were to happen between you two and it didn’t work out then it could make everything awkward between our families.”

  I roll my eyes. “Come on, Mom, we raise cattle. We don't broker world peace.”

  Mom shrugs her shoulders. “I love you, and I’m pretty crazy about Cooper. Just be careful. You just got home, he just took over his family ranch. There are a lot of moving pieces.”

  I thought about moving pieces, like his hands on my body, his head between my legs, his tongue on my clit. Yep, I like our moving pieces.

  “Speaking of moving pieces. What can I help with today?” All talk of Cooper and me ends and Mom rattles off a list that will take me hours to complete.

  Six

  Cooper

  “What do you mean you’re in love with my sister?” Brent rides his horse beside me, but I stay one length back. It’s harder to shoot me if he’s ahead.

  “Dude, it’s always been her, but the timing was wrong. The age difference too big, but it’s not now.”

  Brent slows his ride until we a
re side-by-side. “Are you asking my permission to date my sister?”

  “No, I’m telling you that I’m going to pursue her, and she will be mine. Just don’t let your dad shoot me too soon.” After last night’s talk I think it’s a possibility. I really should have this conversation with Ellie’s dad but trying it out on Brent seems to be a prudent choice—a healthier choice.

  We move the next fifty head of cattle to my ranch. With so much land between the families, it’s a good plan to share grazing and water rights.

  The trip to my ranch takes us a few hours. Today moving cattle is like herding cats. Maybe it’s because all I can think about is the sweet taste of Ellie on my lips or how last night we were supposed to make love for the first time and I had to be a no show.

  I lay in the bottom bunk all night. My heart ached to hold her. My dick ached to be inside her. My stomach ached when she called through the door, and I couldn’t respond. I knew if I opened the door, I’d never have the willpower to shut it or not walk through it.

  Was she angry at me? Hurt? I promised her father I wouldn’t hurt her, but taking her a few doors down from her parent’s bedroom would have hurt us all. What was I thinking?

  Brent and I hang out at my place for lunch and then make our way back to his ranch. We have one more run tomorrow and then my access to Ellie is limited.

  We ride into the Hawkins ranch and get the horses settled for the night. Brent’s crew is pay by day so there are no men living in the bunkhouse. His dad checks on the horses a few times a day and the security feed is wired to the barn. Thankfully, there are no cameras in the tack room.

  With hours of sweat on my body and acres of dust on my clothes, I head for the showers. The last thing I want to do is bring a day’s worth the grime into Ellie’s house. I’m already in the crosshairs of her father. I need her mother as an ally.

  I search for a glimpse of Ellie, but I don’t see her, and for the thousandth time today I wonder if she’ll forgive me. I left the flower, so she knew I was thinking of her.