Breakfast with a Cowboy by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online

the softness brush against the callouses on his palms.
    He’d love to stand here and touch her all night, but
he was in urgent need of being inside her again and heading to his own
paradise.
    Sliding his hands down her back and over her butt,
he parted her cheeks, seeing her pussy entrance swollen, bright pink, and with beads
of her cum clinging around its edge. He lifted his cock and dived into its
sweetness and heat.
    Quinn ran his hand up and down her spine as he
thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was slick and tight, just the way he liked
it. He closed his eyes, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to explode. He
fingered her hair, the pretty curls cascading half way down her back.
    He could even feel pleasure down in his toes, his
fingertips too as his climax grew more powerful with each of his movements.
    Like they were old lovers, and she knew what he
needed to push him over the edge, she spread her feet and lifted her butt up to
him, and even went on tippy toes.
    Shit, that’s all it took for him to see fireworks in
his bedroom, flashes of light firing around the room which made it an entirely
new experience for him. Usually he felt the physical side of climaxing but
never the pleasant sensory sensation of feeling like he was watching the
greatest show on earth. Quinn tried to get his breathing back to normal as he
held Josie. He pulled out of her and turned her around to face him.   He kissed her. “That was quite something. I
guess we should shower and think about getting something to eat. Don’t know
about you but having sex always gives me an appetite.”
    ****
    If he’d known she was stopping by, he would have run
to the store.   Right now she was probably
thinking what a sad bachelor he was. When he’d opened the door to the
refrigerator, a six pack of beer and a loaf of bread stared back at them. The
freezer wasn’t in much better shape with a lonely turkey pot pie sitting on the
middle of the shelf.
    “I can offer you turkey pot pie or toast.”
    Josie burst out laughing. “I’ll take my chances with
the pot pie.”
    “Good choice,” said Quinn, pulling it out. He took
it out of the box and set it in the microwave. “After we’ve eaten let’s head
out to the store and pick up some more food…that is if you plan on staying
awhile?”
    Please
be staying awhile.
    She nodded. “I don’t have to be back at work for a
few more days.”
    “Okay, we’ll go to the store before it closes…
stores around here aren’t open 24 hours a day. Tomorrow, when it’s light I’ll
give you a tour of the town, which should take all of ten minutes.”
    Josie laughed again as the microwave pinged,
signaling the pie was ready.
    ****
    It seemed everyone in town was in the store shopping
when Quinn entered with Josie in tow. Most of the residents he’d known since he
was a kid and they all felt like one big family. Strangers stuck out like sore
thumbs, which made Josie blush as people turned to look at her.
    “Hi, Quinn, you have a good time in Chicago?” It was
Tom, his neighbor, if you could call a guy who lived two miles away that.
    “Sure did. Oh and this is Josie Shaw who’s visiting
with me for a bit.”
    “Nice to meet you, Ms. Shaw.”
    “Same here,” said Josie.
    “You going to the BBQ at the Smith’s place next
month?” asked Tom.
    “Sure am, and I know Mom and Dad are going, too.
Well, we can’t stop because we need to pick up some food for breakfast.”
    “Maybe I’ll see you again.”
    He tipped his cowboy hat to Josie.
    Quinn loaded the cart with eggs, bacon, sausages,
and threw in a couple of steaks and potatoes too.
    ****
    Josie stood on Quinn’s porch and looked up at the
sky.
    “Pretty isn’t it?” asked Quinn, joining her with a
beer bottle in his hand. He took a sip.
    “I haven’t seen stars in the sky since I was a kid
and went camping with the Girl Scouts one summer.”
    He slid up behind her and wrapped his arm around her
waist.
    “You were a Scout?”
    She nodded.