My Hot Hero: A Hot Heroes Boxed Set Page 8

  Back under the spray of hot water I lather up and think about the only woman for me. Ellie Hawkins has invaded my dreams for years and now that she’s within reach she consumes my every thought.

  I close my eyes and press my hands against the wall. While hot water runs the length of my back, I fantasize about her hot mouth running the length of my cock.

  The rush of water rings in my ears as my fantasy comes to life. Her on her knees in front of me. Stroking me. Sucking me. Loving me. Something tugs at my cock and my eyes flash open and there she is on her knees in front of me.

  The water floods over her body, plastering her T-shirt to her chest. Taut nipples poke out on either side of a picture of a donut with the words EAT ME circling the hole.

  “Eat me?” I ask.

  “Don’t mind if I do?” She looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes and wraps her lips around my cock. I guess I’m forgiven for not coming to her room.

  She presses forward inch by glorious inch and takes me into the soft heat of her mouth. The sensitive head of my cock taps her tonsils and I groan. She shifts and rises higher. After a deep breath, she relaxes her throat and presses me in deeper. Holy fucking hell, the woman nearly swallows my cock. In and out she pushes and retreats until my balls tighten in her palm and my thighs burn. And just like I did to her yesterday, she pulls away before I erupt.

  I lift her to her feet and wrap her in my arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to your room.” My slick wet lips press against her. My tongue probes until she grants me entrance. Hot and wet, we kiss until we’re breathless. I pull back and look at her face. A face I could see every day and never get tired. “Your dad paid me a visit last night and issued a warning.”

  She steps back, and I hate the space between us. “I understand. I had the mom version this morning.”

  “What are we doing Ellie? I can’t stop.”

  She drops to her knees again. My cock bobs in front of her lips. “I don’t want to stop, Cooper. I’ve only just begun.” She sucks my dick back into her mouth. Soft strokes. Hard strokes. Long strokes. I press my hands against the wall for support and thrust my hips toward her. Deeper and deeper she takes me.

  “I’m going to come, Ellie.” I bite out the words and try to contain my passion, but the woman is relentless. She sucks and pulls at me until my toes curl. “Ellie, I’m warning you. Pull back or you’re getting a mouthful.”

  She tips her head back so I can look into her eyes. She smiles around my cock, grabs my ass, and deep throats my length. How can I control myself when everything in her expression tells me to come? And I do, in thick, hot, spurts, down her throat. She groans like it’s the best thing she’s tasted in years. If I weren’t already in love with her, that blowjob would have sealed the deal.

  I sink to my knees in front of her and pull her into my arms where we stay until the water turns cold, and she shivers.

  “We need to get you changed.” I reach up and turn the water off. “You will freeze to death.”

  She snuggles against my naked body. “I’ll die happy.”

  I scan the surrounding area. “There will be no dying today.” I have a vision of her father and a shotgun. “That was risky. What if we were caught?”

  “We’re adults, Cooper.”

  I tilt my head. “Yes, but I don’t think I want your dad to have the vision of my cock down your throat. That’s something he can’t un-see.”

  She works herself into a standing position. “The coast is clear. He took Mom into town to buy groceries. They’ll be back soon.”

  “What are you doing down here?”

  She pulls up the T-shirt and wrings it out. Streams of water fall to the ground. “Dad asked me to check on the horses. I heard the water running and being the responsible girl I am, I checked to make sure the pipes were okay.”

  I rise to stand beside her. We both look down at my semi-hard cock. “My pipe feels great.”

  She licks her lips. “Yes, it does.”

  She watches me while I dry and dress. “I can’t make love to you in your parents’ house, Ellie. It’s not right.”

  She turns her head toward the foreman’s house, and I’m tempted to pick her up and race her inside. I could get her warm in no time at all, but it’s still her father’s property. Nope, I’ll wait until I can get her into my bed—our bed. Because the moment she sleeps there, I’ll never let her go.

  With her lips turning blue, I rush her to the main house and shuffle her upstairs. While she undresses, I start the shower.

  The minute she walks in, I stop breathing. Fully naked, she’s beautiful.

  “You’re killing me. How am I supposed to walk away from this?” I skim my hands down her luscious curves. Seeing her fully for the first time is like gazing at a Rembrandt. A perfect work of art.

  “Don’t walk away.” Her voice is one part breathless and two parts begging.

  I let my hands explore. Her skin is milky white and as soft as silk. Her breasts are full and heavy in my hands. Her taut pink nipples beg to be sucked. I pluck each one into my mouth for a second and savor the taste and the texture. My hand drops to the heat between her legs. I bury my fingers into the soft, slick folds of her pussy and moan.

  She quivers at my touch, or maybe it’s because she’s still wet and cold.

  “Get in the shower Ellie. Get warm.” I drag my fingers from between her legs and pull them to my mouth to suck her essence into me. “I want you so damn bad, but we can’t.” I yank the shower curtain open and help her inside before I close it and walk away.

  As I leave her alone in the bathroom, she says, “You won’t be able to walk away from me again.”

  I know without a doubt she’s right.

  Downstairs, I wait outside on the deck for her to appear. The sun sets, casting an orange glow across the prairie. Far in the distance, is my land. The ranch where I’ll raise a family. Little boys with Ellie’s green eyes and little golden haired girls with her spunk and determination.

  The sliding glass door opens and out walks Jack. “Glad you’re here.”

  He pops the caps off two beers and passes me one.

  It was time for me to have the conversation I should have had in the first place. “Glad you’re here too. I need to talk to you about Ellie.”

  Jack sits in the seat across from me. All I need is a spotlight to make it an official interrogation.

  “What about Ellie?” He says with a stern voice.

  “I’d like your permission to date her.” Did I really just say that? Who asks these days?

  Jack leans back and sips his beer. He kicks his feet back onto the table and continues to stare. I must remember this stance for when some young horny teenage boy comes calling for my daughter.

  “You want to date my daughter?”

  I’ve faced drunks and wolves and even came face-to-face with a bear once, but I’ve never felt so scared in my life. What if he says no? Deep inside, I know I won’t take no for an answer. What then?

  I sit up straight. “Yes, sir. I’ve been fond of your daughter for years and out of respect for you and her I’ve never made a move.” That’s a lie because yesterday I was eating her pussy and today she was swallowing my cock, but I’d never pursued her in the past.

  Jack lets his feet fall heavily to the ground. I glance at his waist to see if he’s carrying a sidearm like he usually does. Hell, nearly everyone in Wyoming open carries, but I’m relieved to find his holster empty.

  “So now that she’s older and prettier you’ve stopped respecting me and are going to make a move?” Jack tips back his beer and takes a long swallow.

  “No sir, I’ve always thought Ellie was beautiful. It’s just that…” I pick up my beer and take a sip and a moment to gather my thoughts, “I like everything about your daughter.”

  “Son, you better not be familiar with everything about my daughter.”

  I’m a big man but, in that second, I feel as small as an ant. “No sir, I do not.”

 
; Jack smiles and places his beer bottle on the table. “Good to know.”

  “Do I have your permission?”

  Jack laughs. “Don't ask me. Ask her.” I turn around to see Ellie leaning on the doorjamb drinking a beer.

  “Ask me what?”

  “Cooper here wants to court you.”

  Ellie smiles and my heart nearly stops beating. “Court me? You asked my father if you could date me?”

  Feeling sheepish, I nod. “I did. I wanted to put it all out there.”

  Ellie lifts a brow. “You put it all out there?”

  I know she was giving me a hard time but did she have to do it in front of her father?

  “You’re impossible, Ellie Hawkins.”

  Jack chuckles. “The Hawkins women will try a saint, Cooper. Better to know that now before you get in too deep, and you better not have already been in too deep, son. I’m only steps away from my shotgun.”

  I look to the doorway where his shotgun hangs from a rack on the wall in the living room. Normally used for coyotes attacking the herd, I wouldn’t put it past him to shoot me with it.

  “Really, Dad?” Ellie takes my hand and pulls me up. “You too? I’m a grown up, and I’ll decide those things about my life.” She slides the almost full beer to her father. “Cooper and I are going to dinner. He doesn’t drink and drive.”

  She yanks me behind her through the door.

  “Good luck with that one, son,” Jack calls from behind us.

  Seven

  Ellie

  “Be back later, Mom. Cooper is taking me on a date.” I drag Cooper past my Mom and out the door to his truck.

  He helps me in and rushes to the other side. “I can’t believe you did that,” he says while buckling up.

  “Me? Did you really ask my dad to court me?”

  “I never said the word court.”

  “And were you really talking about knowing me deep?”

  He starts the engine and drives toward the highway. “Not in that context. Your dad has a way of turning things around to make them sound awful.”

  I twist in my seat to look at him. “So knowing me deep would be awful?”

  He slaps his hand on the steering wheel. “Now I know where you get it from. You are your father, only you have a vagina.”

  “Yes, a vagina that’s in desperate need of attention. How dare you tease me in the bathroom and walk out! What would you have done if I’d pulled you to the edge in the showers and walked away?”

  “I would have come after you. Now where are we going?”

  “Your house.”

  “I thought you were hungry.”

  “I’m starved.”

  “I only have a loaf of bread and a package of bologna.”

  “Perfect. Drive.”

  “Are we having our first fight?”

  I lean over and run my hand up his thigh to rest on the bulge in his pants. “God, I hope so. I hear makeup sex is fabulous.”

  Cooper presses the gas pedal to the floor and speeds toward his place.

  We pull up to the house I have a vague memory of visiting once when his parents had a barbecue. “Will your parents ever come back from Brazil?”

  “Of course, but not to live. The ranch is mine.” He hops out of the truck and races around to open my door. It’s funny that Cooper has an aversion to the word court because his manners prove that’s exactly what he’s doing. “Are you ready?”

  “I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

  “Let’s not keep you waiting any longer.” He scoops me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs. Without putting me down, he opens the door and kicks it shut with his boot.

  His home is more of a log cabin than a ranch house. Open beamed ceilings cast a warm wooden glow across the great room. A floor to ceiling rock fireplace fills the center of one wall. Leather furniture warms up the cavernous room.

  “Me or food?” He stands at the edge of the kitchen.

  “You, then food, then you, and you, and you.”

  “Quite an appetite you have there.” He turns and walks with purpose down a hallway. At the end, he kicks open a bedroom door and walks me to the massive king-sized bed.

  Off go my boots. “We need to set a few ground rules here.”

  “Ground rules?” I unbutton my shirt while Cooper unzips my pants.

  “Yes. You’re mine. All mine. You always have been and always will be.” He shimmies off my pants.

  “Yes, I’m yours. You’re mine.”

  He runs his finger under the lace of my underwear and tugs. They slip past my hips. “I’m going to make love to you because, Ellie, I do love you. I know it in my heart.”

  “Yes, make love to me.” I lift and pull my shirt free, leaving me only in a bra.

  “Tomorrow, I’m telling your dad that you’re mine.”

  I reach behind me and undo the hooks of my bra, letting my breasts fall free. “What kind of flowers do you want on your grave?”

  “You’re being funny.” He looks at my body with the same hunger he did today in the shower. A hunger that won’t be easily satisfied.

  “Yes. My dad loves you and so does my mom. Their concern is that we will break up, and it will cause problems between the two ranches.” I tug hard enough at his shirt to send several buttons flying.

  “Never going to happen.” He tugs at his pants, and the zipper gives up its fight. His cock springs free. “I love you, Ellie. I’m going to make you mine in every way possible. Today, we make love. Soon we get married, and as soon as you say yes, I’m going to put my baby inside you so that our families and our ranches are tied together forever.”

  “Yes.” I whisper.

  “Yes?”

  “God, Cooper, just make love to me already.” I scoot back onto his bed.

  We lay side by side and kiss for endless minutes. His tongue caresses my mouth while his hands explore my body.

  “You are so beautiful, Ellie.” His calloused palms cup my bottom and pull me into his erection. The hot satin head rubs at the space between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for you for years.”

  “There’s no more wait, Cooper. You’re mine. I’m yours. We belong together.”

  I roll to my back and let my legs fall open. He crawls between my thighs, but he’s in no hurry to press inside my body.

  “I’m going to savor you.” He starts at my mouth and makes his way down to my breasts. Hot lips cover them one-by-one until I fear the heat from his sucking and nipping will cause me to unravel. A long stroke of his tongue leads him to my sex where he spreads me open with this fingers and licks up what he calls my honey.

  My knees are quaking when he pulls my clit in for a long gentle suck and I fall off the edge.

  “I love you coming on my face.” He's poised above me with his hardness pressed at my entrance. “I can’t wait for you to come again around my cock.”

  “I need you. I really need you.” I grip his hips and pull him inside me by an inch or two, but there is so much farther to go. Cooper’s cock is long and thick and since that first day I watched him in the shower I’ve been dying to become one with him.

  “Hold up, sweetheart. Condom or no?” He hovers above me, his arms shaking with the tension.

  “No, I’m on the pill.”

  He thrusts the rest of the way in, and I call out his name. “Cooper.”

  “That’s what I want to hear but louder. Tonight, I want you screaming my damn name so loud the world hears it.” He pulls out and drills forward, filling me up so there’s no space between us. Each stroke ignites a fire in my womb. Heat builds. Tension builds. Love builds. Until I do exactly as he wants, and I scream his name so loud I’m certain my dad is loading his gun.

  He’s only a few strokes behind me when his body stiffens and he honors me by saying, “I love you, Ellie. You were worth the wait.”

  But the wait is over and Cooper is impatient to hear his name float around the rafters of his house again. We make love twice more before he dress
es me in one of his T-shirts and leads me to the kitchen where he makes the most delicious bologna sandwich of my life.

  He builds a fire, and we make love on top of the sheepskin rug in front of it, and I fall asleep in his arms.

  “Shit shit shit.” I whisper when I realize it’s morning—early morning but morning nonetheless. I grope around seeking the comfort and heat of Cooper, but the rug beside me is empty.

  The smell of coffee fills the air. A clank comes from the kitchen. “I called your parents.” Cooper strides toward me with two cups of coffee in his hands.

  “Oh my, what did they say?”

  He sits on the leather couch and pats the cushion beside him.

  I wrap the blanket he covered us with last night around my deliciously sore body and join him.

  He hands me a cup of coffee perfectly sweetened because Cooper knows me inside and out. After last night that’s a certainty.

  “Your mother said he’s waiting for us.”

  “Oh shit.” I sip my coffee and curl into his side. “Are you scared?”

  He shakes his head. “Nope. I thought I would be, but Ellie, I’d fight to the death to keep you.”

  “I love you, Cooper. Make love to me again just in case.”

  He places both of our mugs onto the coffee table. “In case of what?”

  I unbutton his pants and tuck them down before I straddle his waiting cock. “In case either one of us has an unfortunate accident.” I sink my body onto his shaft and ride him.

  His hands grip my hips and set the pace for long and languid. “You mean in case I meet a quick ending the minute I step into your house.”

  “Yes,” I call out, but it’s more than a confirmation. It’s the start of my fifth orgasm in a handful of days. “Yes… yes…yes,” I moan as it washes over me in waves. I’ll never get enough of Cooper Jackson. He’s mine. I’m his. We belong together.

  After a hot shower and another bologna sandwich, we walk to the truck like we’re walking to a hangman’s noose. Instead of punching the gas peddle to the floor, we crawl at a snail’s pace to my parents’ house.