The Lonely Cowboy (Trace Atkins Family) by Susan Leigh Carlton Read Free Book Online Page A

moaning, she went to the top and back down again.  “Ahhhh… that was out of this world.  Now it’s your turn.”
    He was teasing her with the tip of his shaft, when all of a sudden she grabbed it and guided it home.  She began undulating her hips to meet him.  She felt him tense and knew he was approaching.  She tightened her muscles to tighten around him, his thrusts became quicker and quicker.  Deeper and deeper.  He shuddered.  He began pumping, emptying himself within her.  All at once he was spent.  He rolled off her and lay back with a contented sigh.  He pulled her over to him until she was almost on top of him.  She had one leg resting between his legs and the other outside.  He had his arms around her.  Her breasts were pressed against his chest.
    “Ohhhhh… This feels so good.  I love the feeling of your body against mine.  I feel so loved and safe when I’m here,” she said.
    “You are safe and loved.  There are no words that can describe how much I love you.”
    “Try,” she said.
    “Try what?”
    “Try to find some to tell me.”
    “I can’t find any, but I can show you.”
    “Okay.”
    He began kissing her.  Deeply.  Passionately.  Lovingly.  “If you went to the end of the world, the bounds of my love for you would still be beyond you.  If you took all the love in the world and doubled it, that still wouldn’t be as much as I love you.”
    “Nice job, cowboy.  Nice job.  Now get up.  I’m going to take a nap and then I’ll be out.”
    “Okay.   I know when I’m not wanted.”
    “Not wanted.  You come back here and I’ll show you how much you’re wanted.”
    He did and she did.
    * * *
    In her previous two pregnancies, Sarah had used the services of a midwife and planned to do the same again.  It was too early for her to show a bump but she visited the midwife to make sure she was still active.  The midwife told her she was fine and told her when she should come back.
    * * *
    Sarah began showing a baby bump when she was about four months pregnant.  When they were in bed, Trace liked to rub the bump.  About a month later, as they were preparing to go to sleep, she took his hand and guided it over her belly.  She asked, “Feel that?”
    “Yes, what was it?”
“That was your baby son or daughter stretching.”
    “You’re kidding?”
    “No kidding.”
    He held it there, wanting to feel the movement again.  As a rancher, he had seen and helped many calves come into the world.  This was different.  This was his daughter.  He was convinced it was a girl.  He already had two sons, now he wanted a daughter.  For the rest of the pregnancy, while in bed, he would ask Sarah to bare her belly and he would lay there, propped up on an elbow and watch for movement.
    Despite Sarah’s protestations to the contrary,  he continued with the fear that he might hurt her or harm the baby during their lovemaking, which was also becoming less frequent for the same reason.  He reduced the vigor of his efforts because of the worry.  Sarah decided enough was enough.
    “Trace, we need to talk,” she said one evening while they were in bed, after another restrained lovemaking event.
    “What is it, honey?”
    “Do you love me less than you did before I got pregnant?”
    “Of course not.  I love you more everyday.”
    “Then   are you holding back when we  make love?”
    “I’m not holding back.”
    You are too.  I know why.  It just isn’t necessary yet.  I really enjoyed the way you were before.”
    “I just don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” he said. 
    “You won’t.  I’ll tell you when we need to be careful.  Deal?”
    “Okay.   Deal.  But, you promise to tell me?”
    “I promise.  Do you remember that spot?”
    “I do.  Want me to look for it again?”
    “Yes, would you please?”
    He reached for her and kissed her deeply while he rubbed the nipple of one of her now fuller breasts.  He kissed her tender neck and then kissed the