“I’ll pay for it if it’s broken,” she said, wincing. “God, I hope your mom doesn’t think I’m crazy.”
“She might think you’re a little crazy,” Robert said. “But we already know she and I don’t share all the same opinions.” He looked up, sighing as he squinted down the road toward the ranch. “But considering Cricket has run off, and Mom loves her horses almost as much as her children, maybe we should make a run for Austin and ask forgiveness later.”
“I bet Cricket’s already halfway back to the barn. She’s smart enough to know the way home,” Marisol said, taking his hand. “And if I don’t get to run, you don’t, either. We’ll tell your mom together, and if it’s a bad scene, at least you’ll have someone with you who understands how much it hurts.”
Robert gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t deserve what your family did to you. I hope you know that.”
“I’m starting to,” she said, smiling up at him. “There’s this very patient, understanding man I’m crazy about who’s changing the way I think about a lot of things.”
“He sounds like a smart guy,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders and drawing her close as they started back down the road. “I think you should keep him around for a while.”
“How about forever?” she asked, heart skipping a beat as the words escaped, but once again Robert was there to prove there was no reason to be afraid.
He glanced down at her, eyes shining. “That will probably be long enough.”
She leaned into his side, wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked back to the ranch.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Three Weeks Later
Twenty-two days ago,Bubba had left Lonesome Point a local boy with a few thousand dollars in his pocket. He was returning an up-and-coming country music star. His first fifteen tour dates opening for Wendy Dann had catapulted him into the public eye, bringing him to the attention of thousands of fans. He now had a fan website, an endorsement deal with the makers of the fancy cowboy hats Marisol insisted he wear, and a debut single that had just cracked the Top 40 country chart.
Marisol got the phone call saying “Good Old Boy” had debuted at number thirty-eight moments after they touched down in San Antonio. Bubba was scheduled to go on stage at the Lonesome Point Music Festival that evening, so they didn’t touch the champagne the record company had sent along with the limo, preferring to get drunk on each other, instead.
“Yes,” Marisol said, her fingers fisting in his hair and she pulled him closer.
Bubba wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and spread her wider, devouring her with a blissful moan. He couldn’t get enough of her. He loved her taste, her smell, the sexy sounds she made and the shameless way she ground against his mouth when she was about to come.
Now, he waited until he could tell she was seconds from the edge to capture her clit between his teeth and bite down, sending her tumbling over with a cry not nearly as loud as her usual, making him think maybe she wasn’t completely sure the divider between them and the driver was soundproof.
“God,” she gasped, chest rising and falling swiftly as she caught her breath. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric of her red tee shirt, making him wish he’d been able to convince her to take off all her clothes, not simply lift her skirt while he knelt between her legs.
He rose up on his knees, kissing her with the taste of her still sweet in his mouth, unable to resist sliding his hand up to cup her breast through her shirt and give her erect nipple a pinch.
“No,” she said, pushing his hand away. “It’s your turn now.”
“I don’t want a turn, I want my cock inside you and these in my mouth.”
Marisol smiled against his lips as she tugged at his belt buckle. “Later. First I want to return the favor in a limo. It’s on my nookie list.”
Bubba cursed, breath catching as Marisol finished with his belt and popped the button at the waist of his jeans. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from marking something off your nookie list.”
“No, you don’t.” Marisol drew his zipper down. “That would make you a dream killer.”
“And I don’t kill dreams,” Bubba said, cock throbbing as Marisol raked her nails lightly over his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “God, woman. You’d better get your mouth on me fast or I’m going to have you bent over the seat in about thirty seconds.”
“Help me get these down, Mr. Impatient, and I’ll have you in my mouth two minutes ago.”
Bubba shifted his hips, shoving his jeans and boxers down far enough for his swollen cock to bob free. A moment later, Marisol’s lips were parting around the slick tip of him, her tongue rolling against his shaft as she sucked him deep. He groaned as she took him deeper, deeper, until his head bumped against the back of her throat and he was completely encased in her wet heat.
“Damn, babe, you feel amazing.” He threaded his fingers through her sinfully soft hair, marveling all over again that this gorgeous woman sprawled across the seat beside him, with her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth, belonged to him.
Three weeks ago, Bubba hadn’t believed sex with Marisol could get any better than it was already, but he’d been wrong. The deeper he fell in love with her, the more intense their sexual connection became. In just three short weeks, they’d gone from newly formed couple to firmly cemented team. When he thought about his future now, it wasn’t as a solo act, it was with every aspect of his life shared with this woman he was so grateful to have by his side, in his arms, devastating him with her mouth until he was fighting to keep from losing control.
“I’m going to come,” he said, tugging gently at her hair in warning. But she didn’t pull away. She only dropped her head, sucking him impossibly deeper, triggering an orgasm that ripped through him with the force of a shooting star. He came in three long, head-spinning bursts, and Marisol swallowed him down, the act so erotic it threatened to make him hard all over again before he’d finished coming the first time.
“You should be illegal,” he said moments later, catching his breath as Marisol sat up, wiping the sides of her mouth delicately, making him smile at how prim she looked seconds after sucking him off.