Cochise_A Montana Bounty Hunters Story Read online

  My eyes were closed, but I felt his fingers wipe away the tears that had leaked as I’d come undone.

  Wrinkling my nose, I opened my eyes and met his blue gaze. “That was…” How to describe it? There wasn’t a word big enough to encompass what I felt. I shook my head and smiled.

  “Buttercup,” he whispered.

  I liked my name. Liked that he’d given it to me. On his lips, it was becoming an endearment—at least, to me. “Chris.” I placed my hand on his chest over his heart. It thudded against my palm—slow and steady.

  “I like this.”

  Like? I couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment.

  His hand cupped my breast, his thumb hovering over one tender peak. “You okay?”

  “A little sore.”

  “I won’t use them again.”

  “Okay.” I hated how awkward our words were becoming. I knew what to say when we were clothed. When we fucked. But never in these intimate moments.

  “Fuck.”

  I glanced up again. His brows were furrowed.

  “I like this.”

  “So you already said.”

  His mouth thinned. “I want you to stay.”

  “Already settled. My things are all here now.”

  “I mean…for good.”

  Okay, so that was different. A little less vague. Was now the time to push? I eased over his body. His cock was semi-flaccid, beginning to stir. I clamped it between my thighs as I lay over him. Just to get his attention. “I’ll stay, but I have to know…”

  His expression gave away nothing of what he was thinking. It was neutral, but his eyes… Was that glacial blue thawing?

  “I…” Fuck, I had to say it. My body tightened, because I was scared. His cock, reacting to the pressure, was filling, getting thicker between us. “I love you,” I blurted. And then I blushed—heat filling my cheeks.

  His chest billowed as he drew a deep breath, and then lowered as he let it go. “I know.”

  He knows? And… His silence enraged me. “You fucker.”

  A smirk edged up one side of his mouth, and he held my hips as I tried to slide off his body. With an upward push, his cock dropped between my legs. He probed my entrance then slowly slid me down his hot, thick shaft.

  Now pinned to his body, I wasn’t through being mad. I shoved against his chest and tried to pull my knees up along his side, but he held me firmly in place.

  “Stop.”

  His monosyllabic vocabulary wasn’t sexy now. “You stop. Let me go.” The last thing I wanted to do was start crying, or worse, begging for him to tell me what I needed to hear.

  I loved him. Every ornery part of him—his bad moods, his bossiness, his strength. God, I loved how he handled me. Even now, forcing me up and down his cock while he held my gaze, not letting me look away as my face began to crumple. “Fuck you.”

  He rolled until he was on top then flexed his hips. My already friction-burned channel itched then grew wet. Soon, I was raising my hips to slam against his, my stubbornness and anger reasserting. I lifted my chin and fucked him while he fucked me.

  However, getting us both off wasn’t on his agenda. As soon as I grew wet and responsive, he closed my legs with his and clamped them tight. Resting on his elbows, his chest still kept my upper body wedged against the mattress.

  “Ready to listen?” he whispered.

  No, no, no. I shook my head. I shouldn’t have pushed. If he told me anything less than what I craved hearing, I’d be crushed. Kind of like my body was right now.

  “Tough. I didn’t want you as a partner.”

  My glance fell away. “A sentiment you made known on day one.”

  “Shut up.”

  I frowned and pushed out my lower lip.

  “I knew fucking you was off-limits, but you pushed every one of my buttons.”

  Seriously, you’re going to blame me for the fact you can’t keep your dick to yourself? Because I couldn’t tell him in words, I bugged my eyes.

  “Stop,” he said, his voice softer.

  I drew a deep, ragged breath and eased my frown. His gentleness could signal that this conversation was about to go one of two ways. I didn’t want to hear, so I thought instead about the fact his cock was pulsing inside me. I squeezed my pussy around his thickness, which earned me a grunt.

  “Buttercup.”

  “Pansy.” I gritted my teeth, daring for him to laugh at my real name. Buttercup was a much better name for a badass bounty hunter.

  His mouth twitched. “Buttercup,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I gave you that name because it pleases me….and someday, I’ll give you another…”

  That last bit, whispered so softly I wondered if I’d heard him right, had me blinking, and then searching his gaze. “So, when you said you wanted me to stay…”

  “I meant forever. You’re mine.”

  So, maybe he hadn’t said the L-word, but I wasn’t going to quibble. He liked this. Us. I did, too. My breathing deepened. My upset faded.

  Satisfied, for now, I dragged a fingertip from his shoulder to his small brown nipple. “Wanna try them?” I gave the tiny tip a pinch.

  Bulldog growled and pushed his cock deeper.

  “You know, that would work better if I could actually open my legs…”

  “Your mouth never stops.”

  “Not true,” I drawled, invitation in my eyes.

  In a single blink, he pulled free then crawled upward over my body. Holding onto the headboard, he waited as I fisted his cock then opened to let him inside my mouth.

  I loved giving him head. It was the only time I felt as though he made himself vulnerable to me. After all, I had his goodies in my hands, his cock between my teeth. I liked reminding him of those facts. Like now. As I tugged his balls and scraped my teeth down his length, I gazed upward into his eyes.

  Sucking on him was sexy and comforting. An acknowledgement of his masculinity. An intimacy I bestowed upon the only man I craved to submit to. Taking him deeper was a challenge, because there was so much of him, and soon my jaws began to ache. I released his balls and slid a finger along the crease of his ass.

  “Hell no,” he muttered and pulled free. Then he gripped his cock around the base.

  Not willing to give in so easily, I mouthed his balls, rubbing my tongue on one.

  His head fell back. “I want to fuck your mouth and your cunt.”

  I scooted a few inches downward and fluttered my tongue against the spot right behind his balls.

  “Jesus.” He swung back his leg and knelt on his haunches, his cock still clutched in his big fist.

  I reached for the clothespins, and then made a big show of attaching them to my tits, wincing and gasping as they closed. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed my breasts together with my hands. “Put it here,” I said, then parted my breasts.

  With his gaze glued to my tits, he rasped, “I won’t last a second.”

  “Good. My tits hurt.”

  As it turned out, I sat too high, so we moved to the armchair. I settled on the edge as he bent his knees and gripped the arms. I licked him up and down to lubricate him, then pushed my chest toward him, and enclosed his cock between my breasts. He fucked my boobs, jerking up and down, his gaze on those damn pins and my purpling nipples. I guessed that the clothespins would be stashed in the bottom of one of my drawers for special occasions or for apology-sex. He sure liked the way they looked.

  I bent my head and stuck out my tongue, licking him at the top of every stroke.

  “Ah, Jesus, fuck,” he ground out.

  I knew he was close when he started cussing in triplicate. To increase the sensory detail, I squeezed him harder and bent my head to capture his head with my lips, sucking and popping when he withdrew.

  “Now!”

  I tossed back my head and felt hot come splash against my throat. I let go of my tits and unclipped the pins to let him rub more cream over my nipples. When he finished, he went to his knees and gobbled on my nipples
while he fingered me.

  Soon, I leaned back and lifted my legs over his shoulders, content to let him take me.

  The phone rang on the night stand. His head lifted, his gaze meeting mine.

  “Answer it,” I said. So, we had a job, and I’d have to wait for my pleasure. But I’d get to watch my man in action again.

  He picked up the phone and swiped the screen. I could hear Catch on the other end. We had another asshole running for the border. No time to lose.

  “We’ve got this,” Bulldog said.

  When he hung up, I expected him to pull me up and turn me to the shower. Instead, he pushed two fingers into my ass. “Gotta hurry.”

  For him, my pleasure was as high a priority as any $10,000 bounty. Had to be love.