ONCE IN A BLUE MOON (BLUEBONNET, TEXAS Book 2) Read Free Page B

yet! His hips never let up under hers until he was completely drained and he sank back with a long loud groan, swallowing angry tears of frustration.
    He expected Bettina to stop but instead, she kissed him hard and deep, distracting him. It was as decadent and sensual as the sudden feel of her orgasm milking him. So intense, so deep, so different from anything he’d ever felt.
    Above him, she panted as her thighs relaxed, both of them sweaty and sated they lay curled together, heavy breathing the only sound in the house. His hands caressed her back. "Bettina."
    "I know...I’m heavy. Gimme a sec."
    "Don’t move, please, baby. I’m sorry." He could still feel her pulsating around his cock.
    "For what?"
    "You just...felt so good," he whispered, his voice harsh, amazed at how relaxed he felt. A slow lethargy crept over him, through every inch of bone and sinew. "I...I was too fast."
    "There’s always round two." Bettina giggled and nuzzled his ear but didn’t move.
    Round two? The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
     "I have to get up," she finally whispered, easing off him.
    "Where’s your bathroom?" He felt the heat rise in his face, unused to the gritty little details of sex. Condoms weren’t required when you’d only ever been with one woman.
    "First door on the right." She smiled, grabbing up her dress and slipping it over her head.
    When Ty returned, he found her in a t-shirt, curled up in the big denim chair and covered with the oversized quilt. He sank down beside her, barely able to move, and quickly dozed off with her head tucked up under his chin.
     
    * * *
     
    Ty awoke with a start and checked his watch. Five in the morning. Damn! He should already be at home, getting ready to feed cattle. Easing his arm from under Bettina’s head, he went in search of the phone and called Tim, then quietly gathered his clothes up and slipped into the bathroom to clean up and dress.
    "Are you leaving?" Bettina asked as he leaned over her a few minutes later. Her drowsy green eyes lured Ty back down next to her.
    "Tim’s on his way."
    "Think we got time for round two?" She struggled out of her t-shirt and pressed herself against him.
    He smoothed her hair back and thought about it for all of three seconds. Sleeping in that chair with her had been the first decent night’s rest he’d had without medication and nightmares in months. He actually felt good! Free of the knot that had choked him for so long.
    He made time.
    They’d barely caught their breath when a horn blew outside.
    "He’s gonna wake up my neighbors," Bettina drawled, smiling.
    "Then I better get," he whispered, reluctant to go. Cupping her chin, Ty leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Again he struggled against the urge to curl up beside her and go back to sleep. "I’ll call you."
    "You better."
     
    * * *
     
    Ty offered up an embarrassed grin as he climbed in the truck and thanked Tim for coming to get him.
    "No prob. Have a good time?"
    He laughed, his eyes on the dashboard. "Yeah, I did."
    "Good. I’m glad it worked out."
    "Worked out?" He frowned at his brother out of the corner of his eye and prayed the bottom didn’t fall out of his stomach.
    "I just mentioned to Betti that your divorce was final yesterday and you could use some cheering up."
    "Oh." ‘Pity Fuck’ were the words that ran through his mind. The knot was suddenly back. He kept his attention outside the window for the rest of the short trip home. The streets of Bluebonnet passed in a blur and gave way to gently rolling countryside as they turned onto the ranch proper.
    Being single was a hell of a lot harder than he’d imagined. But then, being married hadn’t been such a picnic either. Mumbling his thanks once they reached Tim’s, Ty climbed out and quickly crossed the yard to his own house. He hit the door running and barely made it to the toilet before dry heaves hit him.
    He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. But he had no choice.
    His