The Wanted Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins Book 3) (2 page)

I
wake
to a warm body under mine, panic and fear coursing through me. I thought I got away. Slowly, I open my eyes to find my face nuzzled into the crook of a man’s neck. His skin is too tanned and stubbled to be who I thought it was. As I pull back a little, my breath catches at the sight of the man I’m plastered against.

His brown hair is cut short, almost buzzed, matching the beard that runs along his hard jaw. Dark, long lashes rest against his cheeks as he sleeps peacefully. Even in sleep he looks fierce and strong. A small scar, about two inches long, runs along his chin, and his nose has a small bump in it, like it’s been broken. He looks like a warrior.

I reach up, touching the spot where I’d hit my head, wondering if I will have a scar, too. I wasn't thinking when I ran. Maybe my father didn’t think I would run after he’d slammed my head against the refrigerator. It probably wasn’t smart that I did, because I was still dizzy when I grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter and took off. Likely how I’d gotten myself stuck in the mud, I shouldn’t have been driving. Heck, I’d never driven a day in my life. Only been in a car a handful of times. I didn’t know where I was going. I just drove. I’m not even sure how long I was behind the wheel.

How did I get here? I remember the car getting stuck. My head throbbed as I stumbled out of the car when I realized it wasn’t budging. I was so scared that they’d catch up to me. I couldn't let them find me. I wasn’t going to do what they wanted me to. I’d lived under my father’s control all my life. I thought yesterday was going to be perfect. I was eighteen. I was free to do what I wanted, only to find out my father had other plans. Plans to put me under the control of another man.

Looking at this guy, though, all my fears drain away. It’s clear from how I’m lying on him, my legs tangled with his, that I’m not trying to get away. I’ve got one hand locked around his arm, and it looks like I tried to dig my way inside him.

I lay my head back down, enjoying the moment, feeling the comfort of another person with no fear attached to it. Maybe it’s crazy, or maybe my father was right. I don’t know how to take care of myself. My sense of self-preservation is clearly lacking as I let myself lie on a man, a stranger, but I don’t care. Can’t find the will to. I just want to lie here forever and forget about everything else.

I feel the man shift, and I grab on to him tighter. He stops moving instantly and slides a hand across my jaw and into my hair, slowly stroking back and forth in a comforting motion. I wonder if he thinks I’m asleep. I let my breathing even out, closing my eyes and soaking in his affection.

“What am I going to do with you?” I hear him say under his breath.

I stop breathing at his words. It’s something my father always said when I did something he didn’t like, even something as small as making an unsatisfactory dinner for him. I’m already messing up, not doing things like I’m supposed to.

The man rolls a little, and I slip off of him. I try to grab a hold to burrow myself back into his body, and our eyes lock. Deep blue eyes, the color of storm clouds as they meet the setting sun, come to mine.

“Green.” He whispers so softly I almost don’t hear it. I know he’s talking about my eyes. It's the first thing everyone notices about me. They aren’t a normal dark green. They’re bright, piercing. They stand out against the paleness of my skin and darkness of my hair. There’s no missing them.

“Keep me,” I say, finally finding my words and answering his question. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Keep you?” His eyes go to my lips before coming back to mine.

“That’s what you’ll do with me. Keep me,” I say as I sit up, the blanket dropping away. He stumbles back, falling off the bed like he’s trying to get away from me. I reach out to grab him, but he hits the floor.

He stands up, turning around and giving me his broad back, which is ripped with muscles and hard lines. I’ve never seen a man built like him before.

“I’ll get you a shirt,” he says, his voice gruff and raw as he makes his way over to a dresser.

I look down to see I’m in nothing but my panties. He pulls out a shirt and turns back around, stopping in his tracks as his eyes roam over my body.

“The blanket.” He nods to it, but I make no move to grab it.

I’ve never been naked, or even partially naked, in front of a man before. I’m not dumb. Maybe naïve in some ways, but I know what happens between a man and a woman. It was the reason I ran from my father when he tried to push me onto another man. The thought of it then had made me ill, but right now I’m feeling something completely different.

I shake my head and reach out for the shirt in his hand, wanting him to come back to me. He licks his full lips before he takes the steps to close the distance between us. I take the shirt from him, and his eyes never leave me as I slide it over my head.

“Do you already keep someone here?” I ask him, breaking the silence.

“No one else lives here,” he confirms, and relief floods my body.

“So I can stay?” I move towards him, crawling to the side of the bed, wanting to be close to him again, to feel the comfort of having him next to me. Something about him makes me feel safe, and I don’t want to lose that security.

“Yes.” The single word comes out in a growl and makes goose bumps break out on my skin, sending a delicious thrill up my spine. Then his face goes serious. “Is someone after you?”

I nod, not wanting to give him more.

“You going to tell me who?”

“No,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes. I have no idea if he knows my dad. Heck, I don’t even know where I am, and I like it that way. I don’t want to know. I simply want to stay right here. That seems fine with me. No one would ever know where to find me.

“Is it the law?”

“I’m not sure,” I admit. I know I’m running from my dad, but I’m not sure about the law. I did take his car.

“All right,” he says. “You at least going to tell me your name then?”

“I don’t want to. Maybe I could make one up?”

“Baby doll, you never have to do anything you don’t wanna do here. That clear?” he tells me, making me smile.

“I like that name.”

“Well, that’s good, because it’s what I’ve been calling you since I found you.” That makes me smile even bigger. “I’m Trace.”

“I like that name.” It suits him. “Will you tell anyone I’m here, Trace?”

“No.” The word comes hard and fast, as if he doesn’t like the idea of people knowing I’m here either.

“Will you lie back down with me?” I ask, moving over to give him room. I just want to close my eyes a little longer.

He looks down at the spot, taking a deep breath like he’s debating the idea. I should feel bad that I’m making him uncomfortable, but I don’t care. I want him next to me.

“Please,” I say, knowing I won’t fall back asleep without him next to me. Loud thunder cracks, making me jump, and before I know it I’m pressed up against him as he holds me tight to him.

“Nothing will touch you here. Don’t be scared,” he tells me. I burrow myself back into him, almost climbing on top of him. I tuck my face back into his neck as my legs tangle with his.

“Promise,” I whisper against him.

“I more than promise, baby doll. Nothing will take you from here. Ever.”

T
here’s
a story on the radio about police in our area looking for someone. I walk over to the radio and listen in. The woman they’re looking for is named Addison Becket, and her whereabouts are unknown. Anyone with information on her is asked to call the local sheriff. It’s a local radio station that hardly picks up out here, so I’m sure it’s not being broadcast widely.

Angrily, I turn off the radio, thinking it’s going to be best if we stay indoors today until we can get this all figured out.

I was supposed to meet Mr. Benson in town with some feed this morning, but I stayed in bed with my little baby doll as long as she wanted. When she finally fell back asleep, I crawled out to make us something to eat. Mary-Jane had left a message on my cell phone saying that she made me some pies, but I can’t leave right now. I swear, everyone has the worst timing.

Turning around I grab the skillet and put it on the stove to warm it up. A movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I look to see her standing there in my shirt smiling at me at the bottom of the stairs in the living room.

I walk over, and she opens her arms, wrapping them around my waist. Something about how easily she comes to me makes me feel so protective and possessive of her. I breathe in her scent of rose petals as her softness melts against me.

“I heard a report on the radio this morning.” She stiffens a little against me, but I keep going. “Said a woman by the name of Addison Becket is wanted for questioning. But they didn’t say she was missing, or that she was in trouble.”

I rub warm circles on her back until she relaxes against me. Her little fingers dig into my back, and I lean down, kissing the top of her head.

“Seems to me that if a young woman wants to go out on her own, she should be more than able to do that.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “I should have asked you before, but are you legal, baby doll?”

Her bright green eyes look up to me and she smiles. “Yes. I just turned eighteen.”

I let out a breath, thankful I don’t have to break any laws to keep her here. Because letting her go isn’t an option.

“Good. Then you’re free to stay here.” I don’t say ‘for as long as you want,’ because I’m a bastard and I won’t give her the option of choosing to go. “No need to get the police involved.”

Reaching down, I put my hands around her hips and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I carry her to the kitchen. I sit her bottom down on the counter and go to turn around, but she clings tighter.

“You want me to cook while you hold on to me?” I ask. I smile at how she clings to me. It makes my cock throb. I want her as much, but I need to feed her.

“Can’t you do both?” she asks, and I let out a laugh.

I hold her there for a moment, running my fingers through her hair with one hand and petting her back with the other. Her legs stay around my waist and her hands go to my bare chest, rubbing me there.

“Let me feed you, baby doll. You need to eat.”

Her stomach growls, and she giggles. “Okay, I might be a little hungry.”

She drops her legs away, and I take her hands in mine, kissing each of them before turning back to the stove. I feel her come up behind me and press her cheek to my back as I cook up some food. Her hands wrap around me and rest on my stomach as I work. Every now and then, I feel her warm lips on my back, and my cock twitches. I look down, seeing a tent in the front of my pajama bottoms, but I can’t really do anything to hide it. So I ignore him for now and go back to cooking.

Her fingers explore my stomach and chest, tracing all the dips and curves of my muscles. I get more aroused with each touch, but I love having her close to me, clinging to me with every step. It’s like she’s dependent on me, and for whatever reason that makes me happy. To know that I’m the one she wants, and I’m the one who has to keep her safe.

When I’m finished making breakfast, I plate us up food, piling hers as high as mine. I walk over to the table, holding our plates as she holds on to me from behind. I put them down on one placemat and then turn around, bringing her to my front. She looks down and sees the front of my pajama bottoms, and I watch as her eyes go wide. I’m not sure if it’s with excitement, curiosity, or desire. Either way, I like that she’s looking at me with hunger and not terror.

I’ve never been with a woman before, but I’ve seen my share of porn. I know my cock is bigger than anything I’ve seen on those, so I’m a little worried about seeing if we fit. My girth alone is going to give us trouble, let alone the length.

She reaches her hand out as if to touch me, and I take her wrist, bringing it up to my lips.

“Eat first, baby doll,” I say, as she licks her lips.

I’d love nothing more than to feed my twelve-inch beast to her teenage mouth, but I want to make sure she’s nourished in other ways first.

I pull her onto my lap and she wiggles her soft ass against my cock until it settles between her warm thick thighs. I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then start to feed her. I give her a few bites of food before I take one for myself. She hums with approval at each bite, and I decide that I always want that sound from her.

“The storm was pretty bad last night. I need to go out and check on the fences, so you’ll need to come with me. I don’t want you more than an arm’s reach away from me.”

Her eyes light up at this, and she cuddles into me more. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Good. Glad you’re in agreement.” Because if she hadn’t been, there might have been a problem. “Let’s finish up breakfast and then see if I can get you something to wear.”

She nods happily, wiggling on my cock, and I rest my head back a little, trying to breathe through it. I want to cum so bad, but I’m trying to wait. It’s as if she can hear my thoughts and she wants to push me over the edge, because she opens her legs a little and rocks against it.

“Baby doll,” I growl and grab her hips.

“It feels nice.” She blushes and tries to move again.

Her full, pink lips open a little as she gasps, and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean forward, placing my lips on hers and feeling her soft mouth on mine. She opens a little more in surprise, and I sweep my tongue in, wanting a part of me inside of her, no matter how small it is. I feel her melt under my touch, and I start to get aggressive, wanting more.

Breaking the kiss, I take in a deep breath, having never felt something so strong in my life. The pull to her is unreal, and I can’t stop myself from wanting her in the most basic and primal way.

She moves on my cock again, and this time I let her. Because I can’t deny her something that she enjoys. I can feel the heat of her panty-covered pussy through my pajamas as she rubs against me. The teasing friction is too much and I can’t hold back anymore. My cock pulses, and I cum, spreading the warm seed against the flannel material, wetting the front of them.

“Oh, that felt good.” She says reaching down and rubs the warm, wet spot, and I nearly cum again from her innocent touch. She’s so innocent, but bold and curious at the same time.

I put my hand over hers and hold it there, letting her feel the throbs of my cock as I finish spurting. She’s breathy, and I know she’s probably aching, too. So I reach up and touch her panties, feeling the wet spot she’s made there.

“Let me make you feel good, too, baby doll,” I tell her, wanting her to feel the same pleasure I did. Needing it.

Pushing the panties to the side, I slide my pinky finger inside her and feel her clench around it. She’s so tiny, I have a hard time getting it in, but she’s slick with need and I make it work. After a second I slide my pinky out and she whines.

“Shhh. I think you can take something bigger now.” I use my index finger, feeling her tightness again, and it takes a moment for her to relax and let me in.

Her back is to my front and her legs are spread wide as I bring my other hand around to rub her wet clit. Her big green eyes open wide in wonder and want. She’s so sticky with need, and her pussy opens for my touch. I’m finger-fucking her a little harder now, trying to work her opening wider, wide enough so that she can take my cock. Not right this second, but soon. She’s mine, and I want to stake my claim. I don’t want another man sniffing around after her and her not be marked.

“Trace,” she moans, and it’s sweet like summer rain.

“That’s it, baby doll. This is your first time cumming, isn’t it? Your first time letting a real man get you off?”

“Yes.” The word is caught on a gasp as I pinch her clit.

“I want to be the first everything with you. I want to own your first orgasm. Do it on my finger so I can lick it clean. Let me see what fresh pussy cum tastes like.”

She cries out my name as she tenses in my arms and a rush of hot liquid coats my hand. I keep thrusting inside her, the slick sounds of it echoing in my kitchen, and she nearly screams the house down.

I laugh as I kiss her neck and then pull my finger from her tight channel. She gives me little pulses as I do it, and then mewls as I take it out.

“Don’t worry, baby doll. Soon enough you’ll be filled again.” I lick my finger, tasting her syrupy sweetness, and moan around the flavor. “Goddamn, you taste good. You should try it.”

I move my finger to her mouth and press it to her lips. She slowly opens up, and then her little pink tongue darts out, tasting herself.

“See? So sweet and creamy. I could eat this all day. Maybe one more taste.”

Reaching down, I push my finger back inside her wetness and thrust it in and out a few times. I feel her excitement build, but I want my taste. I pull out and bring it to my mouth, tasting her pussy all over again. A second time isn’t enough, and I don’t know that a million more would satisfy my need for her.

“Let’s get you dressed, baby doll, before I take you right here, right now.” I move her panties to cover her pussy up and pat it one last time. “I think my sister has some spare clothes here you might be able to get into.”

I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom, thinking how badly I want to lay her out and taste her pussy right from the source.