How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) Page 15

  “Good, I like the idea of sharing.” The very air shimmered with promise. She couldn’t hear the birds, but she presumed they were singing. Raising herself up, she slid into the water so she could let her legs dangle into the depths. “Thank you for bringing me here, Heath. I love it. I’ve had a wonderful time.”

  He moved closer to her, entranced by the sight she made. The ends of her hair were damp and curling and the way she was hiked up over the tube showcased the delectable mounds of her breasts. There was no way he could keep his distance. “I’m glad.” Facing her, Heath pushed his legs forward in the water until they found hers, then he hooked his feet behind her knees, tangling their limbs together. “God, you are soft as silk.”

  “You make me tingle,” she admitted. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was the beginning. Up until now Cato had endured a lonely existence. Now she was ready to experience whatever life had to offer. Even being hurt would be better than never knowing what it was like to love and be loved. “Kiss me, Heath,” she begged.

  “My pleasure.” He wrapped her in his embrace and crashed their lips together. The sweetness of her mouth sent spikes of lust to his loins and Heath felt himself grow harder despite the cool water they were immersed in. Cato whimpered and the sound was a solace to Heath. Her hands found his face, moving slowly, caressing him with gentle touches. She explored, soothing her fingers over his cheek, weaving them in his hair. Heath realized she was petting him, gentling him—taming him. He didn’t mind, because she responded wholeheartedly. Heath loved it. He cupped her face and kissed Cato with tenderness, sucking at her lips, letting his tongue mate with hers. “You taste so good,” he whispered against her mouth.

  “What did you say?” she asked, panting. “I couldn’t see.”

  Heath felt a pang of sorrow. He’d give everything he had to make it so she could hear again. “I said you taste good, baby.” He stared into her face. Her eyes were huge and dilated, staring at him with trust shining in their depths. Her lower lip was rosy and swollen from his kisses. He reached out and licked its plumpness, loving how she trembled in his arms. This woman was going to be dynamite in bed. He couldn’t wait.

  “I’ve never felt like this,” she admitted. “I’ve fantasized. I’ve masturbated,” she blushed, “as you well know.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Heath moaned, kissing the inside of her wrist as she smoothed her hand over his damp cheek. “I want to see you do it again with me in the room and when you finish, I’m going to bury myself as deep inside of you as I can get.”

  Cato closed her eyes, as if she was relishing the thought. But she didn’t keep them closed long and when she opened them, she gave him a smile bright as the noonday sun. “Let’s do everything together. I want to try every position you can think of.”

  Heath was fully on board. “Starting tonight.” To say he was looking forward to this fling was an understatement. Cato was incredible. She was wide open to him, utterly vulnerable and unmasked, and he couldn’t wait to learn everything about her he could—starting with how her nipples tasted. “Can I take off your top?”

  Looking around, she asked, “We’re alone here, no chance of being seen. Right?”

  “Completely alone. The others were headed to a stream closer to the ranch. I went in the opposite direction.” Seeing her acceptance, he slid his hands behind her and pulled on the clasp.

  “I wish I were smaller.”

  Her words didn’t register for a second and Heath froze when he saw how unsure she looked. “Smaller?”

  “I’m too big.”

  “Honey, that’s like saying you have too much money or chocolate or cheese—it’s just not possible.”

  Cato knew he didn’t understand that she meant all of her, not just her chest. But if the way he was staring at her was any indication, he liked what he saw. She felt the blush in her cheeks deepen as he lifted her up so that her breasts were even with his face.

  “Just look at you, baby.” Heath had appreciated her body last night, but this was different. “I love your breasts, they’re so sexy,” he confessed as he put a hand on either side of the plump, coral tipped tits and pushed them together, rubbing his face against them. Cato’s breath hitched in her throat as he filled his hands with their weight. “You are so soft,” he murmured as he rolled the hard little nipples between his fingers.

  “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

  “Anything,” he answered, looking up so she could see.

  “I’d love for you to suck me. I’ve dreamed of that.”

  Cato watched as he flashed her a wicked grin, lowered his head and began worshiping at her breasts. He nuzzled and kissed, making his way around the nipple but not touching it, frustrating her to no end. “Heath…” she admonished and he chuckled, she presumed because she felt his hot breath on her anxious flesh. “Please?”

  Her request must have worked for he took one of her nipples in his mouth and she gasped at the sensation. Slow, dragging kisses—long pulls at the tender points—Cato felt herself being swept into a riptide of erotic ecstasy. He licked and kissed her tits like he was consuming a piece of delicious fruit and he didn’t want to miss a drop of the succulent sweetness. Clasping her breast in both hands, he lifted it and swirled his tongue around and around as Cato swooned at the pleasure. Her pussy was aching and throbbing. She let her head drop back and gave herself over to the sheer bliss of Heath’s mouth on her nipple. “You’re driving me mad.” She panted.

  Heath understood what she needed. Dipping one hand beneath the water, he slid it between her legs and cupped her vulva. One touch and she splintered, gasping and crying out his name. “Heath, my God!”

  He wanted more. He needed more. “Come here.” Heath gave her no time to recover. With powerful arms, he lifted her until she was lying over the top of the tube with her legs dangling over the side and he wasted no time in pulling her bikini bottoms off.

  “What?” she asked in a daze. She was naked, completely bare to the elements and to Heath’s intense gaze. Thank God, she was draped over the inner tube and her overly large bottom was out of sight.

  “I need you, Cato.” Heath was shaking, muscles tensed, heart thundering. God, he was delirious with need. Spreading her legs, he moved between them. His face was just inches from the creaminess of her thighs and the tangle of dark curls which veiled her sex. Heath could see it all, every detail, the soft ringlets, the pink folds, the cleft of her labia. Cato was watching him, her eyes wide and round. He placed one gentle kiss on her bend of her knee and set her leg on his shoulder. All the while, he was watching her reaction. This was new to her and he was grateful to be the one to show her what loving could be like. “You are so pretty. I don’t know where to start,” he told her as he shifted her other leg up on the opposite shoulder.

  Her mouth was slightly open and her whole face was a mirror of her emotions. Her lips were quivering. “I’m going to like this, aren’t I?”

  He stared, transfixed at the sight of her. “You’re going to love it. You’re going to become so addicted to it that you’ll beg me to go down on you.” Her eyes widened at his words. She looked like an angel. The sun was behind her, making her hair shine like a heavenly aureole. Trailing his fingers over the glistening pink folds of her pussy, he was pleased to find how creamy wet she was, so silky and soft to the touch. And God, she smelled so good. “Hold on, baby,” he warned her as he buried his face in the warm valley of her sex. This was something Heath was good at, and he knew it. Pleasing a woman in this way turned him on, made him ravenous. He licked and kissed while she writhed beneath the luxurious lash of his hungry tongue.

  “I never knew!” she whimpered as her hips bucked in his hands. Heath held her still, forced her to accept more and more. He adored the helpless cry of pleasure she made as he sucked the swollen button of her clit into his mouth. “I’m going to come again,” she groaned, arching her back and clawing at the rubber inner tube.

  “Come for me, vixen,” Heath spoke
against her pulsing bud before he sucked it into his mouth once more. She couldn’t hear his words, but she would obey him just the same. Taking two fingers, he pushed them up inside of her, rubbing her G-spot as he licked and lapped at her clitoris. He was in no rush, thorough and relentless. He coaxed her into another climax, sending her over the top and flying out into a maelstrom of pure pleasure. She shook and convulsed as he ate between her legs. Heath felt like a conquering hero, drinking in the pleasure which had left her pulsing with hot, uncontrollable ripples of bliss.

  Lifting his head, he wiped his mouth and drank in the sight of her lying there—beautifully flushed, her succulent tits rising and falling with every breath. Kissing her knee, he was about to suggest they head back to the house. This was her first time and she deserved for it to be done right and he needed her under him, in his bed. His cock was screaming with the need to bury itself where his tongue had just been.

  “Found you!”

  Heath turned to see the whole crew parking and piling out of their vehicles. Jimmy led the way. Damn, he helped Cato find her bikini top and bottom which was slung over the side of the tube. “Hold on, Dushku!”

  Jimmy held up his hand, stopping the parade of celebrities and friends who were about to enter their personal space. “Are we interrupting something?” The mischievous tone in his voice let Heath know Jimmy knew exactly what had gone on.

  “Paybacks are hell, Jimmy!” he promised, but the whole crew was laughing it up at his expense.

  “I guess our private fun is over,” Cato lamented.

  Dipping his head for a quick kiss, he promised, “Just wait till we get home. This was just an appetizer.”

  Cato’s heart rate sped up. “Good, because I’m starving. I’ve been on a sex-free diet long enough.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Shouldn’t you be with your guests?” Cato asked, breathlessly, as she stood across from Heath. They were in his room, she on one side of his huge bed and he on the other. The predatory look in his eye made her shiver. Pepper had met them at the back door with towels and she hadn’t missed the fact that things had obviously changed between Cato and her brother and she had let her pleasure be known.

  “We’re sharing the hosting responsibilities,” he drawled. “My family is taking care of everyone else and I’m taking care of you.” He held out his hand. “Let’s wash the river water off in the shower.”

  “Just a shower?” Cato pretended to be disappointed.

  “What do you think?” Heath winked at her. “After what we did on top of that tube, I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”

  Cato felt a flutter of apprehension in her middle. Being with Heath was something she wanted so much, yet now that the moment had arrived, she was nervous. “Me neither.”

  Heath laughed. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic, sugar.” Okay, something was wrong. Walking over to her, he sat down on the bed, took her hands in his and drew her forward. Holding her gaze, he lifted one hand slowly to his mouth and tenderly kissed the palm, licking the sensitive center. When she visibly shuddered, he opened his legs wider and pulled her down to sit on one of his knees. “What’s the matter? Have you changed your mind?” As Heath waited for her answer, he realized how much he would regret it if she had decided this wasn’t what she wanted, if she had decided he wasn’t what she wanted.

  “No, no,” she assured him, “I want to be with you very much.” She gave him a tentative smile. “It’s just…”

  Heath pushed her hair back and kissed the exposed curve of her neck. “Just what?”

  Cato didn’t know what to say. Telling him what she was concerned about seemed so silly in light of her actions since they’d met. “Let me up, I’m too heavy to sit on you like this.”

  “Nonsense, you’re just a little bit of a thing.” Jesus, she was soft. He gave into his craving and rubbed his face against her skin, burying his head into the curve of her shoulder. When she didn’t answer, he moved back so he was in her line of vision. “How do you keep your skin so silky?”

  That she could tell him. “Honey and body butter.”

  Both sounded delicious to him, especially licked off of her delectable body. “Now finish your sentence, you want to be with me, it’s just what?”

  Dang, he was going to push it. She grasped his hand and held on tight. “I’m embarrassed to say this after I’ve come on to you like I have…but I’m a little scared.”

  He thought that might be it, but he wanted to fully understand. “Scared of what? You have to know I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.”

  Cato placed a hand on the side of his face. “I know that. Part of it is your size.” She glanced down and he knew she wasn’t talking about his height or weight, she was worried about his cock.

  “Your first time should be special and I intend to make sure that it is.” His own attitude surprised him, but that was the way he felt. “By the time I make you mine, I can assure you there will be nothing you want more.”

  Cato’s breath caught in her chest. He sounded so possessive and she knew he didn’t mean anything romantic. Heath had made that emphatically clear. She had to remember the rules of the game they were playing. “I don’t doubt that and I expect it to hurt a little bit. It will be worth it.” She picked up the bedspread and twisted it nervously in her hand. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “Not a chance, babe.” Heath didn’t know how to explain to the woman that just touching her was reward enough. Being with her was going to be absolute pure rapture. “I tell you what, you go take a shower and think about how good this is going to be and let me go out and collect a few things to set the mood. I’ll shower in one of the guest rooms and be right back.”

  “Don’t let me run you out of your room, I can go back to my own, it’s just next door.” She started to get up.

  “Nope, I have you in my lair and I don’t want you to leave. Possession is nine tenths of the law, remember?” He tapped her on the end of the nose.

  His sincerity made her smile. Heath was far sweeter than she’d ever expected him to be and she was thrilled. “I’m not sure that particular rule is applicable, it’s more like ‘location, location, location’.”

  “You got it, location is important. I have you in my room and soon I’ll have you in my bed.” He helped her up. “So, you go get comfortable and start thinking about how good we’re going to be together.” Heath stood and kissed her hard and thoroughly, then pointed her toward the shower. “Let me show you where everything is, then I’ll go get my surprises.”

  Cato didn’t have a clue what he was up to, but she trusted him. As she followed him from the bed to the attached bathroom, Cato couldn’t help but study her surroundings, enjoying being in his domain. “Your suite is amazing.” Like the rest of the house, the furnishings and décor was tastefully done. Here, however, she could see Heath himself reflected in the choices. The wood was heavier and darker and he had big leather recliners instead of settees. One wall was just pictures. “Wait,” she stopped in her tracks, “I want to see.”

  “You want to take time to look at pictures while I’m sporting a hard-on as big as a two-by-four?”

  Cato snorted, feeling better and more confident. “Good things come to those who wait.”

  “Speaks the woman who has had two orgasms already today.”

  “Yea, I have.” She beamed. “I fear sex is going to be like talking, once I got the chance to speak out loud, I haven’t hushed since. I’ll probably become a nympho.”

  Pulling her to him, her back to his front, Heath tilted her head up and took another opportunity to kiss her, an action which was fast becoming a habit. “You as a nympho is an idea I could get behind.” He nudged her rear with his erection. “But what do you mean about the talking?”

  Cato hesitated. She hadn’t meant to reveal so much. After all, they were only having a fling. For a moment she studied the photos before her. Heath and his family were displayed in ways which spoke of their closeness and t
heir camaraderie. There were also clues to Heath himself among the pictures and Cato took note of that and promised herself to study them more later. She might get some ideas of things he would enjoy doing. Surprisingly, Cato was looking forward to planning some dates for them.

  “Cato?” Heath asked again, sensing this was important. Turning her in his arms, he waited.

  Being honest with people about how her mother had treated her was not the most pleasant thing in the world. She didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for her, especially Heath. The image she wanted him to have of her was that of a strong, independent, sexy woman. But that honesty thing kept getting in the way. Dropping her gaze, she told him of her ordeal. “I came down with meningitis when I was eleven and lost my hearing in a matter of weeks because of a fever the doctors couldn’t bring down before the damage was done.”

  “I’m so sorry.” He caressed her cheek, letting his thumb move down to tug on her lower lip. “I wish I could change things for you.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t be. I’ve adjusted pretty well, I think.” A frown marred her features. “My mother’s reaction to my disability was harder than losing my hearing.” At his quizzical expressions, she explained. “When a person goes deaf, the natural inclination is for them to speak louder and I guess I do. And when you can’t hear what you’re saying, sometimes the inflections and pronunciations of words aren’t exactly correct.” Heath listened without interrupting her. “She wouldn’t let me talk. My mother forbid me from speaking.”

  Heath’s heart went out to Cato. “Hell! Why would she do that?”

  Cato wiped a lone tear from her eye. “She was ashamed of me. She said I sounded retarded and I embarrassed her.”