The CowGirl

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Chapter 3 More to Love Justin Vulcan watched her from where he was sitting in the VIP section of the club. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her there, but tonight, her long legs were crossed and half covered by a black skirt and the shadows of the bar top. Melina's bright red halter top stood out against her jean jacket, and it also singed her out in the room full of frequent club goers.

Her eyes, the rich, whiskey brown he enjoyed looking into while he was buried inside her, studied the room around her while a man whispered something into her ear and she brushed him off with a wave of her hand. Her dark and long wild hair made every blonde-haired southern belle in the room vanish in his eyes. No one else ever had mattered but her.

It had always been the case for him, although it had taken him a while to realise she was the only woman in this expensive world who didn't fawn over him like a trophy that was owed to them. He'd hoped coming back to their hometown to see her would light a fire between them. Of course, all she needed to do was smile at him, and the spark within him was lit.

She was wild, enticingly naughty, pulled him out of his comfort zone, and she held the air of mystery around her enough to make his cock tick in his pants. As Justin continued to indulge himself in her sensual appeal from across the room, he decided he wasn't going to deprive himself of her presence any longer. He'd never done that before, put himself in the path of rejection, but there was something about her that pulled him into her orbit without hesitation.

Maybe it was the confidence she wore on her bare shoulders so well, how she wasn't afraid to tell you exactly what was on her mind, or maybe he just knew no other woman was going to do it for him tonight and every night after. Melina had ruined him, tainted him enough to repel other eager hands, and he'd marked her territory with her lips, her words, the memories he replayed of them in bed and out of it. He stood behind her.

When he finally reached the bar and watched, she turned on her barstool to grab another drink. Inhaling her sensual perfume, he took in the scent of caramel and warm sugar. He wondered if she tasted the same and licked his lips at the thought.

Justin knew she could feel him behind her. Her shoulders had straightened, her long hair running down her back had shifted to the side, letting him get a tempting view of her slender and smooth neck. Even though the music was loud, he could hear her taking in a breath, her fingertips tapping along the bar counter while his lips brushed against her neck.

As soon as she heard soft moan escape her mouth, he felt his dick strain against his box of briefs in his slacks. If he didn't get her alone soon, he was going to embarrass himself in front of her. She turned her head and slightly met his eyes, her hunger reflected his and he smiled in relief.

Her smouldering irises said it all and with a lick of her lips, she was standing in front of him, her heels clinking against the floors of the club. Their bodies gravitated towards each other while the melody of the music flowed around them, fueling their sensual movements as well as their sultry desires. He watched her steadily as she bravely walked past him, meeting his lustful stare.

She led him away through the crowd of grinding bodies and out through the exit of the club. He tried to close in on her as soon as he reached the piercing winter wind outside near the parking lot and she had escaped his line of vision. Justin found her sitting in the back of his pickup truck, the cigarettes between her fingers as she blew out smoke rings from her lips.

This winter hadn't been kind to them here in the south and he was beginning to wonder what kind of game she was trying to play out here in this bitter weather. The wind blew her perfume and cigarette smoke in his direction and it dared him to approach her again. Surrender to her if he had to and he would, if that's what it would take to get her to be his for another night.

A bit cold out here for conversation? Let's take this party elsewhere, he asked, as he started to unbutton his shirt and gestured towards his truck. She met his gaze as he stopped in front of her and her lips formed an erotic grin full of promises, which hinted at mischief and sweet temptation.

With another step, he was right in between her legs. He watched her flick the cigarette down onto the floor, putting it out with the heel of her shoe and then her hands continued to go up to his chest, fingernails digging lightly into his shirt. His eyes travelled from her dark hair to her full red lips, as he wondered what kind of pleasure they'd given him tonight.

But he started with a kiss. When he felt her tongue exploring his mouth, he pulled her against him and made sure she could feel just how much she was affecting him. He was eager to taste her, to have her wet enough so she had no choice but to stop her teasing.

In a bit, sweetheart. Snow is fixing to call you off soon enough, she answered as she pulled away, her smile widening as the first cascade of snowflakes began to fall around us. I wouldn't want you ruining your clothes.

Now, Justin, let's not pretend this is more than what it should be, she counted, briefly before reaching for the bulge in his pants. He bit his lower lip and reached for her chin, forcing her to look at him. I've always cared about you, Melina.

You've just been too scared to let me show you, he insisted as his thumb traced her bottom lip. Her eyes closed as he brushed his lips over her cheek and nuzzled his nose over hers. I'm not good at this, Justin.

I'll hurt you again, she confessed as she began to stroke his shaft. He stopped her, running his fingers through her hair and he recalled the moment they first met. A flat tyre had caught his pickup truck in the back road of her home.

He met her riffle and the sweet smile that hid between, once he ended up on her front porch for help. He was instantly pulled in by her magnetic presence. How unapologetic she was, how she was never afraid to take what she wanted, right now, she wanted him.

Without the mess they had created, and they had no choice but to let love run its course. Justin regretted a lot of things, and letting her into his world was never one of them. Now, show me what you've been dying to do to me all night, she purred into his ear as he felt her hands on his arse, pulling him closer.

Right here, in the middle of a snowstorm? You were never the type of man who'd let a storm get in the way of what he wanted. What's stopping you from taking it, she asked, as her lips brushed against his, daring him to keep resisting her.

Slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, he gently placed her in the cargo bed of the pickup truck, where a blanket had already been placed underneath there. He looked into her eyes then, and he wondered what her endgame was. Something about all this didn't sit right with him.

He was close to pulling away from her and heading back into the club until he felt a presence behind them. He looked abruptly, but found no one there. She turned his face towards her and continued her seduction, while her hands dipped into his pants to spring him out of his erected agony.

Would this be enough? Would it satiate his hunger for her own, or would it mainly make it worse? A quickie on the back of a pickup truck was not what they had in plan for them, but tonight, he'd take her in whatever way she offered.

Even if he had to alert the entire crowd inside the club of her screams as he made her come for him repeatedly, she pulled off his shirt off his shoulders and slid it down. His physique would be considered athletic, since he used to play football in college and he could sense she liked that, judging from her stare of approval. Melina took advantage of his stamina, often during their relationship.

He didn't mind giving her every last drop of energy he had, hearing how much pleasure and desperation spilled from her lips more than made up for it. Her fingers dug into the smooth flesh of his muscles and she let out a moan from her lips when he touched her thigh, smoothing his hands up to reach to her silky underwear. He slid it down her caramel-toned thighs and his hand ran up in between her legs, his fingers sliding into her with ease as her wetness soaked his impatient hand.

She was slick and tight for him, a proud grin on his lips when he felt her move against him. His fingertips found her clit and she started to rub. She gasped lightly, licking her red lips, her nails digging into his arm, urging him to keep going.

He tugged down his pants and took his hard shaft into his palm, stroking it slowly. Justin positioned his length against her, dripping, opening, rubbing his tip against her folds, teasing her, torturing her enough to keep her moaning into the frosty night. The snowflakes fell against her heated flesh, melting with every whimper from her pouty lips.

She was burning for him as her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to her, causing him to enter her quickly. She felt so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet. It made him pump into her faster, circling her clit, her back arching as her walls tightened around his dick.

Justin wasn't about to let this end yet. He slipped out of her and bent her over, adding a soft caress.