“And wake Cal and Kimi when they were nice enough to take them at a moment’s notice? No. I’ll send you over to get them in the morning so you can properly apologize to my sister and your brother for being an inconsiderate jackass and thank them for taking care of our sons.”
“Caro—”
“I don’t want to hear it. Right now I want you to pull your jeans and your boxers down to your knees.”
He lifted that one, sexy eyebrow. “Why? You gonna spank me?”
“You’d deserve it. Drop your drawers, sugar, I ain’t gonna ask again,” she mimicked in his cowboy drawl.
“This mean and nasty streak from that sugar sweet mouth of yours is givin’ me wood,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and tugged his clothing down to the tops of his boots.
“Undo all the snaps on your shirt and spread your thighs as wide as the seat.” She held her hand up. “And no, you don’t get to ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He hadn’t been kidding about getting hard again. She twisted sideways in her seat, rising onto her knees, bracing one hand on his thigh and the other on his rock-hard abdomen. She sucked his shaft to the root, loving the musky scent of his pubic hair and the taste of her sex juices mixed with his as she held him deep in her throat.
“Jesus Christ, Carolyn!”
She sank her teeth down, showing her displeasure at his choice of words.
“Shit. Sorry. But damn, woman, I wasn’t expectin’ that.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she started to work him over. Using her teeth, her tongue, her wet mouth to make him groan, to make him sweat.
To make him beg.
Carolyn reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Then she brought them up and sucked on them. One at a time, then together, letting her face rub on the side of his shaft.
His belly rippled and she felt his legs quivering.
She licked up the front side of his cock, flicking her tongue around the rim but not in the spot he wanted. She delved her tongue into the slit, lapping up his taste.
Carson gently pushed her hair over her shoulder so he could watch her.
Then she showed him all her passion and skill, but no mercy. She started a rhythm with long, deep strokes and gradually quickened her pace so her mouth only slid halfway down. Sucking. Swirling her tongue around the head then back to that fast movement in and out of her mouth. No hands, just her lips and teeth and tongue and hard suctioning power to drive him to that pinnacle of pleasure.
His hands landed on her head, grasping handfuls of her hair as his hips bucked up. A stream of muttered curses rent the air.
Carolyn lowered her mouth to the root again, deep throating him, swallowing around the head of his c**k as he started to come. She slid back to the tip and sucked the last spurt, needing the familiar taste of him on her tongue.
She kissed her way up his torso, smiling at how hard his lungs labored and how fast his heart raced. She loved to nuzzle and stroke him after a blowjob, but this time she gripped his chin, forcing his attention to her. “Carson.”
“Hang on. Lemme get my head unscrambled.”
“No. Look at me. Now.”
Those beautiful dazed blue eyes opened.
She grabbed his softening c**k and lightly squeezed. “Who does this belong to?”
“You.”
“And who am I?”
“My wife.”
She inched closer to him. “Remember that the next time floozies are sniffing around you. Remember who f**ked you outside a bar. Remember who sucked you off in her car. Remember that you’ll never find a woman who gives you what I do in and out of bed. Remember you’re mine and I take care of what’s mine. But if you ever f**k around on me I will cut off your c**k and wear it as a necklace.” She smashed her mouth to his, her kiss brutal. Relentless.
Carson’s rough-tipped fingers tenderly caressed her cheeks, her throat, drawing her out of the place where she had something to prove.
His gentleness was her undoing. His mouth moved over hers sweetly as he whispered promises against her lips. “I love you more than life itself. You don’t ever have to worry that I’ll stray. You own me; heart, soul, mind, body and cock. Forever.”
“Good. Come on, let’s go inside.”
He walked behind her. When she slipped the key in the lock, he kissed the back of her neck. “Need you. Skin to skin. Slow and sweet.”
Turned out she needed that too.
Afterward, they were spooned together on the couch, her back to his front. “That was…like it always used to be between us.”
Carson kissed the ball of her shoulder. “Yep.” He stopped idly stroking her nipple to spread his hand out on her belly.
Somehow her earlier self-assurance that she hadn’t started showing yet was a lie. She had a fairly substantial pooch.
“Carson?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m pregnant again.”
“I know you are.”
Carolyn turned toward him. “How?”
He kissed her nose. “We’ve been through this twice before, so I recognized the signs. I’m bettin’ it happened that night…?”
“During calving when you were nearly frozen solid and I used blankets and body heat to get you warmed up.”
“You got me downright hot. Three times if I recall correctly.”
“Four if you count the blowjob.”
He laughed. “Of course it counts. Speaking of…you sucking me off in the car pretty much blew my mind.”