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

breast, taking it into his mouth.  “Okay, I’ll start looking for it now and began kissing his way toward the source of heat coming from her body.
    When he reached his destination, he put his face near the entrance.  He parted her with his fingers and put his face over the entrance guarded by the silky dark hair.  He pulled back.  “Honey, I don’t see it.  I’ll have to take a closer look. He put his face back and slipped his tongue inside and began moving it and his fingers around.
    He could feel her tense as her passion built and pushed her toward climax.  He retracted his tongue, then began running it around her clitoris.  She went over the edge, moaning as her passion took over.  Heaving and pushing, thrusting and pushing she continued the climb to the summit.  With a loud cry, she gave in completely.  The feeling slowly subsided, he continued to move his fingers inside her, one finger slowly rubbing its way backwards, and hitting the exact right spot.  She began anew.  “Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh… She was reduced to a limber, whimpering mass of woman.  That was wonderful, she gasped.  That’s what I’m talking about. 
    She kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his tongue.  A different, sweet kind of taste.  She took him in hand and guided him into her vault, undulating her hips as she did so.  She pulled him inside.  He began slowly, wanting to prolong the feeling of moist heat.  The pace of his thrusts increased.  Sarah matched the pace, increasing her pace also.  “I’m close, I’m close,” she said.
    “Wait for me.  Wait for me, baby.”
    “I can’t wait long.  You better hurreeeeeee.”  She was there.  Suddenly he began moving faster and faster.  He was there.  They reached the peak together and expended themselves.  Trace emptied himself inside her.  She rolled him over and into what had become their favorite position.  He was still inside her, one of her legs between his, the other outside.  His arms were tightly around her and she nestled into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.  As often as not, this resulted in another mating of their bodies.
    “I love you, Sarah.  I love you.  You have filled my empty life.”
    “Well, it’s easier now.  There’s more of me.”
    “And every bit is beautiful.”
    “You are besotted with sex, sir.
    “I am that.  It’s a mighty pleasant feeling too.  I’m hungry too.”
    “When you get yourself something, bring me a couple of those sugar cookies, a pickle and a glass of milk.”
    “You’re weird.”
    “I’m pregnant, not weird.”
    “Whatever you are, I love you.  All of you.”
    “And I love you too, darling.  I love you with all of my heart.  My boys love you too.”
    “Our boys,” he said.
    “Our boys.”
    * * *
    As Sarah’s time got close, Carmen, the midwife moved into the house to be readily available when needed.  Trace became more and more nervous.  The time narrowed to three days. 
    It was the middle of the night and Trace heard someone calling his name.  “Trace, wake up.  It’s time.”
    “Wha…?    Huh…”
    “Trace, honey, wake up.  It’s time.”
    Wide awake now.  “It’s time, why didn’t you wake me earlier?  Where’s Carmen?  Why isn’t she here?”
    “What are you doing?  Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”
    “I am doing something.  I’m in labor.  Now go get Carmen.”
    “Trace… Hurry.”
    Pulling on his jeans, he dashed down the hall.  Pounding on Carmen’s door, he was yelling.  “It’s time, Carmen.  It’s time.  Sarah said hurry.”
    Carmen hurried down the hall, to the bedroom where Sarah was.  “ Senor Trace, boil a big pot of water.  Go, now go.  I take care of Miss Sarah. Soon you have a big boy.”
    “It’s supposed to be a girl.”
    “It is what it is, Senor Trace.  Now go.”
    She walked into the bedroom.  Senor Trace está muy nerviosa,.”
    “ Si, muy ,” said Sarah.  “él es un buen