Borrowed Cowboy (Shadow Maverick Ranch) by Parker Kincade Read Free Book Online

me to spare you from having to show up to your own birthday party alone. You asked if you could borrow me for a few hours, if memory serves.”
    “It wasn’t the first time you’d come to my rescue. Remember prom?” Her date had gotten drunk before they’d finished dinner and Pax had been the one to drive her home—after he’d taken his own date home, which she’d thought strange at the time.
    “I warned you the guy was a douche.” He pressed a hand to her back, holding her against him as he reached for another package of cookies, this one of soft, chocolate cookies with big white chips. He opened it and broke off a piece of chewy goodness for her.
    “You said that about every guy I dated. Besides, you always said if I ever needed you…” Her eyes started to burn. She blinked hard, willing the tears to stay away. No more tears tonight. Only what he’d promised. Only pleasure.
    God, she’d missed him so much.
    “My borrowed cowboy,” she whispered, more to herself than to him as his warmth surrounded her, so familiar and soothing.
    He snorted and raised a piece of the round, chocolaty treat to her lips. “Open,” he commanded.
    He teased the cookie along the seam of her lips. His gaze darkened as she tucked her bottom lip and ran her tongue over it to capture the hint of flavor.
    “Open,” he said again, no less forceful than the first time.
    She spread her lips, her mouth wet with anticipation. He placed the piece of cookie on her tongue. She closed her eyes as it melted in the heat of her mouth.
    Sweet, dark, tempting.
    Reese groaned with hedonistic satisfaction. She was sure no ordinary cookie could taste this decadent.
    “What is this?” she asked as she swallowed, already missing the sensation of sweetness in her mouth. Had to be some kind of expensive, gourmet cookie.
    He cursed. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, that’s what.”
    She gave him an indulgent smile. “Your turn?” She reached for the package, but he stopped her.
    “Good idea.” The look he gave her melted her insides.
    He moved fast, drawing a squeak from her as she found herself flat on her back. He crouched over her, a predatory grin on his face.
    He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
    “I doubt I’m as good as those cookies,” she joked, her core already preparing for his mouth.
    He nipped her jaw, moved lower to capture her nipple between his teeth, shirt and all. He tugged hard enough to catch her breath, then released her with a warm burst of breath through the fabric.
    The dual sensations caused her skin to pebble, her nipples to tighten almost to the point of pain.
    “Raise up,” he instructed, and shoved the shirt up to expose her belly. He peeled off her panties and stared, a hungry smile on his lips.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He trailed a finger through the hair on her mound. He spread her legs wide and put his mouth on her sex. He ran his tongue along her seam, light strokes meant to tease, drive her crazy.
    “Fuck, you taste better than any cookie I’ve ever had,” he mumbled against her pussy. She arched into him, silently begging for more.
    He seemed to know what she needed and slid two fingers deep into her. She cried out as he stretched her, moving his fingers as his tongue rolled over her clit.
    She was close, every muscle in her body pulled tight. Her toes curled and she bent her knees, pulling her legs up to give him better access. She tried to protest when he pulled his fingers from her, but her cry turned to a gasp when he smoothed a slick fingertip against the entrance to her ass.
    Oh, god. She’d forgotten how good it felt. She’d never allowed another man to touch her there. Just Paxton. Only Paxton.
    He didn’t enter her, just traced the sensitive skin until her body shook with need. Her legs quivered. Her heart raced.
    “That feels so good, Paxton. So good. Please, don’t stop.”
    “I’ve got you, sweets. Come for me.”
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