Under The Southern Sky (ON HOLD)

Chapter 15

This evening with Bo was already more than I could have dreamed about and I am completely convinced that he is the one!

He named his special place after me and if that wasn't enough, he gave me a beautiful necklace, with a hidden message that was known only to us.

We were both into our third beer, when the conversation started getting really deep.

"So, did you ever see yourself going anywhere other than Canadian?" I asked Bo, sipping on my beer.

He chuckled and said "Well, once when I was little, about five I guess, I fancied myself to be a rodeo clown."

I almost spit my beer out. "A rodeo clown?!" I asked incredulously. He nodded and continued.

"Yeah I pestered daddy to the point that he built a little arena out in the backyard and he even put up a little fence around it.

God love him, he got out there on his hands and knees acting like he was the bull and he'd chase me ever where until he was tuckered out." He smiled at the fond memories and I smiled with him.

"So what changed your mind" I said, sitting my beer down and climbing into his lap, facing him. I knew I was distracting him, but I think we were both up for a spot of mischief.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at my uncovered thighs but I jacked with him some more by grabbing his chin.

"Up here cowboy" I smirked, referring to his eyes. I was in deep now by the look in his eyes.

"I don't think so" he husked, his hands repeating that exact night we met at The Rose. I gasped at the sparks that seemed to fly the moment he put his hands on me.

"Hmm, Bo" I moaned, his hands climbing higher and disappearing under my dress.

"You look mighty pretty this evening Ms. Mercy Rae" he said as he stroked my thighs.

"And you look mighty handsome this evening Mr. Bo Robertson."   I told him as I leaned in and kissed him.

We just stayed bound together by that sensual kiss, just enjoying how our bodies fit and how we seemed to know what the other needed.

I fiddled with the first few buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his slightly tanned and muscled chest.  This man was a wonderful specimen of the male form and I loved touching him and kissing him.

"I don't seem to be able to get my fill of you" I murmured while teasing him my kisses.

Suddenly and without warning, I was flipped over onto my back, my cowboy hovering above me looking gorgeous.

"Is that so?" He asked as his fingers danced up my leg, disappearing under my dress, turning the tables and teasing me now.

I nodded while I worked his belt loose so I could free his shirt. After finding success with that, I made short work of getting it unbuttoned.

I loved the way his eyes burned into me, like he was peering through to the other side and it made me feel like I was on a slow burn.

"Come here" I whispered, waiting for him to lower himself and when he did, my lips covered as much ground as I could, his skin felt like a searing heat against the coolness of my mouth.

Teasing his n*pple with my tongue excited me as much as it did him, his body jerking involuntarily when I gently bit down, then sucked him, hardening it more.

"Come home with me tonight" he gasped as my hand slipped between us so I could massage his manhood.

"Yes. Yes, I'll come home with you. I wanna spend my night wrapped up in you, feelin your mouth all over me. Take me to your bed, Brody and show me how you would love me." I was begging but I didn't care.