"Cowboys on the Prowl"
Copyright 2007 Penn O'Hara
T
Usual disclaimers apply.
Alex, the sleeping volcano, erupts…
oOo
Previously on "Cowboys on the Prowl"…
Head reeling, she clung to him, uncertainty leaving her as she returned his assault. His frenzy fired her and the frustrated moans dragged from her throat made it plain it wasn't enough. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he swung her around to prop her up against the kitchen counter. Alex' hands went for his shirt, pulling at the buttons and wrangling with his tie. His hands went up under her top and splayed themselves across her back and Alex gave a little cry as he snapped open her bra.
Giving up on her lack of success with his tie, Alex pulled away and leaned her head back against the kitchen cupboard, panting, eyes closed as she waited for Bobby's next move.
Chapter Seven
Goren froze in the process of pushing Alex' top up her ribs. His heart bottomed as he realized how close he had to come to losing all control. Examining her upturned face, she looked far from alarmed, but she couldn't know he had been working on basal urges rather than thought or reason, something that was alien to him.
As if sensing his change of mood, her brows furrowed and she opened her eyes. "Bobby? What's wrong?"
"I…I'm sorry…I wasn't…"
"Wasn't what? Bobby. It's okay. I was…enjoying it."
His hands flailed and she caught one and placed it on her waist, fixing him with a decisive look. "You were in the middle of something."
Unmoving, he continued to gaze at her. Not sharing his reservations about where they were or who was in the other room, she was smiling confidently at him. She wasn't judging him for his lack of control, but seemed to have relished it.
"Wouldn't you prefer…?" he began, thinking she would be more comfortable in her bedroom.
"And subject myself to who knows what in my living room?" She slipped her top over her head, and let her bra fall from her shoulders. "No thanks." She frowned again. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"I wasn't having…any…ah…" He couldn't admit he wasn't thinking, period.
"Show me how you get that tie off," she encouraged him.
"Uh…yeah…right…" Goren tugged at his tie, but she'd tightened it in her efforts to pull it from him. He wrestled with it, watching her watching him, and suddenly, the moment went from awkward to comical. "Got…uh…a pair of scissors?" he asked.
Her eyes widened and blinked. "Um…sure…gimme a minute."
Not showing any self-consciousness about her semi-dressed state, Alex slid from the kitchen counter and pulled open a drawer. Rummaging through it, she retrieved a pair of scissors and handed them to him.
"I'd offer to do it for you, but you might cite me for destruction of police property," she dead-panned, but her eyes were twinkling.
Goren might have seen the funny side of it if he weren't so ambivalent about the whole situation. Alex had thrown conflicting signals at him tonight, he didn't quite know what to expect. He slid the scissors through the loop at his neck with some difficulty, her following his progress making him more clumsy.
She lifted her hands to join his, his head going down to give her access.
And went into sensory overload at the sight of her bare breasts within six inches of his face.
"Alex…"
"Ssssh, Bobby, I'm almost there."
I'm almost there too…
His tie gone, she dispensed with the scissors, then went for his top button. "Now, isn't that better?" She pushed his shirt open, ran her hands down his chest, lingering, then waited. "What would you like to do now?
What would I like…?
"Anything, Bobby. Anything you like."
With a groan, he butted his head against her flesh and she gasped into his ear, wrapping her hands around his neck, holding him there. He was assailed by her perfume, something from the Coté range, but the soft velvet of her skin was far more intoxicating.
His mouth branded her skin, not allowing an inch to escape his ownership. The peaks, the hollows, the give of her flesh was his for the taking and the sound of her whimpers of enjoyment enticed him to explore further.
Her hands were up and down his back, nails digging, exciting shivers down his spine that spurred him on. Suckling strongly, her moan of pleasure clawed at his groin.
Fearful of his size pressing her into the counter, Goren pulled her fully to him and swung her around, backing up against the opened door of the walk-in pantry. Taking such liberties gave Alex the licence to fumble at his belt, pulling it apart before pressing his zipper down. Her hand slipped in and he cried out at the exquisiteness of her small hand closing over him.
Searching for, and finding, her mouth, Goren was barely aware of her pushing down his pants, her lips fastening on his and pressing for more. Her tongue on his was bold and demanding. He absorbed her wild assault, her eagerness draining his own restraints.
"Bobby!" Pulling away, Alex panted against his chest. "Give me your hand…" Hitching up her skirt, she grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her, pressing him back in her eagerness to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Tripping on his downed trousers and boxers, Goren lost his balance and went reeling, backward against the shelving in the pantry, unable to save himself. Jars rattled, bottles clunked against each other and he fell to the floor as a jar of pasta toppled from a shelf, burst open upon his head and emptied its contents into his lap.
Alex gasped and her hands went out to catch him, scattering cans and raining packets upon Goren's already sore head.
"If I never see this again, it will be too soon."
Goren heard Logan's voice at the kitchen door. Looking up from a lapful of pasta, head throbbing, he saw Logan grinning widely, Carolyn beside him looking from Alex to him and back again in shock. A quick glance up at Alex saw her with a box of cereal pressed up against her chest.
"Carolyn!" Alex cried. "What are you—?"
"Um, we…got a…call-out. Captain's orders."
Logan leaned against the door jamb and Goren glowered under his regard. "So…whaddya think, Bobby? We got ourselves a pair of lady detectives here."
Goren scrambled to his feet, grabbing a bag of breadcrumbs to hold it strategically in front of himself as he tugged up his trousers.
"Judging by the look of you," Logan said, in the process of buttoning his own shirt, "I'll let you have the first cold shower."
oOo
Forgive me, Bobby lovers. I never meant at the start to put Bobby in that terrible position. That ending just evolved…it wrote itself. Honest:-D
Up next…I've no idea what, this thing's writing itself, but I reckon I could pull something out of the hat. ;-)