Sorcha Mowbray

Taking Her Chance

Chapter One

Beth Torrence sat back in the aerodynamic Herman Miller task chair. It was one a.m. and her screen looked fuzzy around the edges. Guess I should call it a night, she thought. She reached up to switch her screen off, but an email notification popped up. It was from Soul Mates Dating service. Beth’s gut clenched. Damn, she had just turned her paperwork in the day before.

Her hand shook, but she opened the email and read.

Dear Ms. Torrence,

I am delighted to tell you that your date has been arranged for two days from now. You will arrive at the Golden Mustang Dude Ranch midmorning, settle in, and maybe go for a horseback ride if you so desire. Your date will join you in your room at sunset. Room service will be at your disposal or, if you prefer, you may go to the dining room to eat. Enjoy and remember to make the most of this chance.

Selena Markam

President and CEO

Soul Mates Dating

“Deep breaths. I can do this.” Beth shut her computer down and headed home to try and get some sleep. She set the alarm code for the office and walked out of Torrence Advertising. After busting her ass for six years building her business from nothing, she deserved this treat for herself. Soul Mates Dating was the most exclusive dating service around. If Beth hadn’t had a client recommend it she would have ended up signing up for one of those cheesy dating sites online. Granted, she had filled in the paperwork at the urging of Sarah, her best friend, after they were halfway through the second bottle of wine on an epic girl’s night; but deep down, she wanted this. It was time to see if she could date a man without comparing him to the one she had walked away from.

Chance Rogers could have been the best thing that ever happened to her, but she’d been too focused on her dream of becoming an advertising executive. The sparks that had flared between them and the sex that followed had scared the crap out of her because, for a brief moment, she could see herself settling down and forgetting her lifelong dream. She could see herself becoming her mother, who had given up everything only to be betrayed by a man who supposedly loved her.

History would not repeat itself, not with her.

Beth pulled into her parking spot and collected her things from the backseat. She’d brought some work home because she seriously doubted that she would be getting any sleep tonight. Between nerves about her date on Saturday and memories of Chance it was going to be a long night.

Chance pulled his truck into the long dirt drive of the dude ranch where he would meet his date. The email from Selena Markam, containing details of his date, had been a surprise after hearing nothing for nearly six months. Could his ideal date have been that hard to find? He wanted a woman who would be independent, sassy, but had room in her life and her heart for a broken-down old cowboy. His leg didn’t hurt as bad as it had right after that last accident in the ring-I mean, who enjoyed being stepped on by 2 Tons of Fun? The upside had been that the bull only actually weighed a little over a ton-not two.

Tightening his sweaty palms on the steering wheel, he stopped at the main lobby and checked in. He was a bit early, but they had a room ready for him. He settled in and decided to take a shower to wash the grime of the road off. As usual, he couldn’t help but think about the woman he would meet. Elizabeth was all he was given as a name. He wondered if she looked like the girl he requested. The memory of long dark hair and big blue eyes flashed across his mind. It still baffled him how one night of mind-blowing sex could stay with a man for almost ten years. How it could haunt him to the point that all other women came up short, including the jezebel he’d married.

Showered, shaved, and freshly dressed, he checked the printout of the email for the millionth time. It gave strict instructions that he should be at her door at sunset. She had one of the little cabins on the outer edges of the property, so it would take him a few minutes to walk over. Tamping down his nerves, which he was mildly distressed to realize were way worse than when he was about to pop out of the chute on 2,700 pounds of bull, he sauntered out of his room and headed toward his chance at a future. One, he hoped, without impossible expectations of some woman whom he had started to believe never existed.

The sun sat low in the sky, casting a deep orange glow over the dusty ranch. This was his favorite time of day back home. The day’s work completed, what lay ahead included a good meal, a cold beer, and the satisfaction of another job well done. He found her door and knocked.

“Come on in,” a muffled but feminine voice called through the door.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. Her back was to him, but instantly he could see she was everything he had asked for. Long dark hair hung loose around her shoulders and covered what appeared to be a red sleeveless shirt. A trim waist flared out to a curvaceous ass, which her denim skirt barely covered, that begged to have his hands on it. Her long legs seemed to go on forever despite the red cowgirl boots she wore. His breath rushed out as his cock leapt to attention. Mentally he begged her to turn around. If she had blue eyes he might leap on her straight away and skip the preliminaries.

“Hi there,” was all he could come up with to say since every drop of blood in his body had departed his thinking head.

She turned around and it was like a physical blow to his solar plexus. He could only liken it to being stomped on by a bull. Elizabeth was Beth. The Beth of his dreams, the woman who got away.

“Chance?” She looked as stunned as he was by the unexpected turn of events.

Chapter Two

Someone had sucked all the air out of the room because Beth was hallucinating. No way could Chance Rogers be standing in her cabin. “What are you doing here?”

He flinched at the harshness of her question. “I’m your date.” A cautious, lopsided smile curved one side of his kissable lips as he plucked the Stetson from his head and dropped it on a nearby table.

“That can’t be right.” Confusion swirled through her, making her dizzy. “My date’s name is Aaron.” She walked, staggered really, over to her purse and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Yep. Right here it says Aaron will arrive at sunset.”

“I’m Aaron.” He walked toward her in slow, measured steps. The thud of his boots sounded loud in the quiet of the room. “I used my middle name because I didn’t want anyone recognizing me.”

“Who would recognize you?” Blown away by the fact that Chance stood before her, she couldn’t really follow his train of thought.

“Fans, buckle bunnies, the media. This night was meant to be a private thing for me. Only my brother knows where I am.” He shrugged and stepped into her personal space, crowding her and making it impossible to think.

“So, you’re famous. For what?” A quick step backward gave her some breathing space.

“Bull riding. I hit it big on the PBR tour and picked up a ton of endorsement deals. I retired six months ago, but folks just don’t seem to understand that I am not going to ride bulls again.”

“Oh. I had no clue. Isn’t that dangerous?” Fear gripped her gut at the notion he had put himself in danger.

“Yeah, but only when I wasn’t on the bull.” He flashed a megawatt smile that made her toes curl and her body overheat.

“Wow. So this is real. You’re my date?” Her voice squeaked on the last word.

“It looks that way. Is that gonna be okay with you, or are you gonna cut and run again?” His hands fisted at his sides as he waited for her response.

For a moment, she really wasn’t sure what her answer would be. Part of her wanted to flee in embarrassment for what had happened almost ten years earlier. The other part screamed for her to wrap her arms around him and never let him go. She drew a deep breath and allowed her gaze to meet with his. “I’m not going anywhere, cowboy.”

His hands relaxed and he stepped in to her. Strong arms circled her waist and pulled her against his chest. The feel of Chance’s lips on hers was a sensation she had long fantasized about, but reality far outstripped her memories. His firm, masculine lips settled over hers and pressed lightly at first. Soon his tongue dragged along the seam, seeking entrance to her mouth. She opened to him, growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen accompanied by a rush of warmth as he swept into her mouth to taste and caress. A low moan escaped from her and her knees turned to jelly. If his strong arms had not been supporting her, she would have puddled at his feet.

He groaned as he deepened the kiss, bending her near in half. Her hands settled on his wide shoulders, gripping him with a fierce intensity that mirrored their kiss. Hot flashes skipped across her skin as darts of pleasure zipped down to her pussy. Dear God, she wanted this man with an intensity to rival the sun. He pulled away from her, ending the kiss.

“Baby, I’ve been wanting to do that for damn near ten years.” His eyes blazed desire as his gaze roved over her face and down her upper body. Their hips remained fused together, letting her feel the hard ridge of his cock.

“You aren’t the only one that suffered all that time.” She tried to give him a sultry smile, but regret washed through her with such a powerful force that she stepped away from him and broke their embrace.

“Why did you cut and run, Beth? I woke up alone and thought maybe I had imagined having the best sex of my life with the most amazing woman I’d ever met.” The hurt in his voice only added fuel to the bonfire of her regrets.

Heat suffused her face, so she glanced at her watch to stall. “Maybe we should go have some dinner…”

Her sexy cowboy watched her carefully and apparently decided to cut her a little slack. “Okay. Dinner and talking first.” He nodded and turned toward the door. Picking up his hat to plop it on his head, he glanced back over his shoulder. “You coming?”

She let out the breath she was holding and snatched up her purse. Pulling up alongside Chance, she smiled again and attempted to casually stroll out. Turned out it was more of a run. He closed the door behind them and reached out to grab her hand. “There’s no race to win baby, let’s walk slow and easy. Maybe watch the sun finish setting.”

“Sorry.” Her heart pounded in her chest.

They strolled at a leisurely pace toward the main building, neither saying a word. Beth continued to worry about all the things that plagued her before. Could she trust him? Would he expect her to cook and clean for him? She really wasn’t the domestic type. What about her business? Could he live with a successful woman? Silently, she chewed her lip and worried all the way to dinner.

The maitre d’ sat them in a quiet corner of the restaurant that lent itself to cozy, intimate conversation. Seated, they looked over the menus. After a few minutes the waiter approached and took their order, which included a bottle of the merlot that Chance preferred when drinking wine.

Beth looked awful nervous sitting across the table. Once the wine was uncorked, tasted, and approved, the sommelier poured for the lady and then him. Alone again, he sipped the buttery red wine and watched the woman he’d dreamed of nervously guzzle hers. He leaned over and refilled her empty glass. Their salads came and after few more minutes of strained silence punctuated by chewing, he asked, “What have you been doing since college?”

She cleared her throat. “Working.” She paused to glance around the room as though the answers were hidden in a corner. “I work in advertising. Started out as an account executive and now I run my own agency. It’s taken six years, but Torrence Advertising is finally operating in the black and we’re winning top clients from some of the bigger New York City firms.”

While talking about her business she exuded a confidence that eradicated the nervousness. Her eyes sparkled and her voice grew strong with the conviction of what she was doing. Chance found it sexy as hell. “Advertising is a tough game. You must be fearsome in the boardroom.”

“Well, fearsome is a bit strong. I certainly don’t pull punches though. I play to win every time I pitch a new campaign. How about you? You said earlier that your rodeo days were over. Why?”

The waiter arrived with their meals, giving him a moment to prepare to answer her question. His accident wasn’t something he talked about a whole lot. She cut into her steak and looked up at him expectantly. “I got my leg stepped on by a bull nearly a year and a half ago. The break took three months to heal and then another three months for me to be able to walk right. From there I tried for six months to get back in the ring, but my leg just doesn’t feel the same. As much as I love bull riding, it just ain’t worth getting killed over. Besides, with all my endorsement money and some investments I made, I don’t actually need to rodeo anymore. Now I’m happy to work my ranch and manage my business interests.”

“Well, I’m glad you were smart enough to stop when your body called it quits. What kind of business interests do you have?” She ate her steak with gusto, all trace of her nerves gone.

“Let’s see, I have my clothing and riding tack lines along with a line of boots. I’ve also invested in some startup businesses that I’m waiting to see pan out.”

“Holy cow, Chance. You really did hit it big in the PBR. I’m impressed you did something with your good fortune besides piss it away on beer and… what did you call them? Buckle bunnies?” She laughed a deep sultry chuckle that warmed his insides and made his cock stand up and take notice. That, along with the tantalizing vee of her neckline, and he could have skipped the rest of dinner to get straight to dessert.

“My mama always said idle hands did the devil’s work. Besides, my body was my way of life for years before I hit it big. What good was wrecking that with booze, women, and late nights? I watched too many good cowboys wash out from playing hard in and out of the ring.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin and set it aside. “So, Beth, are you going to explain to me why you ditched me that night? Because I’m not comfortable with this date going any further until I understand what happened.” He reached across the table and rested his hand on top of hers.

She flushed red again, hesitated. With a big sigh, she raised her gaze to meet his and nodded. “I guess you deserve an answer. Before I was born, my mamma was an up-and-coming model. She had a contract with a big New York modeling agency and was planning to move there in a few weeks. Then she met my daddy at a Houston honky-tonk. It was love at first sight, she said. Two weeks later she bailed on her contract, married my daddy, and settled down to take care of him. Nine months after that, I showed up and then in another two years came my little sister.” She took a sip of her wine, and when she looked back at him her eyes were filled with sadness.

“What happened, baby?” He squeezed the hand he still held captive.

“My mamma took us and we went to visit grandma, but we came home a day early. We walked in on my daddy chasing some naked twenty-year-old blonde around the house. Me just a toddler and my sister still in diapers, poor mamma took us and fled the house. She drove us around for hours before she could walk back in that house. When she did, he was gone. He left a note and said he’d made a mistake marrying her. A few weeks later the divorce papers came. It turned out he’d been cheating on her the entire time they were married. She was left destitute. No money. No job. No skills. She sold the house, moved home with her mamma, and worked as a waitress at a diner until I could afford to take care of her.

“Anyway, fast forward to the night we met. From my point of view, it could only be classified as magical. It was everything mamma said love could be, and it scared the ever-loving hell out of me. Pictures of us living in domestic bliss flashed through my head, but not one of those pictures included me putting on a suit and going to work at an advertising agency. The fear of making the same mistake my mamma did drove me out of your bed and kept me from returning your phone calls.”

“Oh, baby, I wasn’t looking for a wife back then. Nor have I ever wanted to keep a woman barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. Your drive to succeed was, and still is, one of the most attractive things about you.” His heart ached for everything they’d missed out on because she hadn’t stuck around to talk about her fears.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t give you a chance. I just knew if you opened your mouth and tried to sweet-talk me into giving up everything I wouldn’t have been able to say no. I needed to experience success in my own right. I’ve paid the price for that choice every night and day since then.” She picked up their joined hands and rubbed her cheek against his knuckles.

He groaned, wanting desperately to be in her room, alone and naked.

“No man has measured up to my memory of you. It didn’t take me long to quit trying to date. Work became my sole focus and it paid off in that I have my own agency. But there’s still a big, huge gaping hole in my life.”

Chance felt his mouth go dry as the Chihuahuan Desert. He’d heard enough; it was time to pick up where they’d left off all those years ago. “Come on, baby. I think I’ve got just the thing to start filling that hole.” He stood up, pulled her chair out for her, and slung a possessive arm around her shoulders. She belonged to him and he wanted every man on the Golden Mustang Dude Ranch to know it. Hell, he wanted every man within a one-hundred-mile radius to know it.

Chapter Three

Beth opened the door to her cabin and gasped. On every available surface candles were strewn, casting a soft glow on the big open room.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear. “Do you like it, baby?”

“Oh, Chance, it’s amazing. When did you have this done?”

Taking off his Stetson, he slipped past her, set it on a chair, and pulled the champagne out of the ice bucket. “I had a signal set up with the waiter. When I ordered the wine he knew to get the wheels in motion and set this up.” He popped the cork and poured two glasses of effervescent wine. He glanced at her, unsure for a moment. “I wasn’t sure who I was going to meet here tonight and well, if we hadn’t clicked I wouldn’t have wanted to put any pressure on you or whoever else it might have been. But if there was a spark, I wanted to be prepared. I just could never have guessed that I would have walked in to find you.”

“I still can’t believe it. I mean I submitted my application just a few days ago.” She shook her head and then sipped the straw-colored liquid.

“A few days! I’ve been waiting for six months.” Chance sounded almost disgruntled.

Laughter bubbled up from deep within. “Let me guess, you basically described me on your application? Because I absolutely requested an exact replica of you, at least what I could remember.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I did the same thing. I wonder how Selena Markam knew to wait? How she knew you would eventually seek out her services?”

“I don’t know, but honestly at this moment I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I agree.” He set his glass down and stalked toward her like a mountain lion hunting a deer. Cornering her against the bed, he pulled her flute from her suddenly nerveless fingers. “I want to taste your sweet lips again, Beth.”

A dull throbbing pulsed between her legs that matched the racing rhythm of her heart. Earlier she’d been so stunned at seeing him that their kiss floated like a light haze over her memory. His hands landed on her hips and pulled her in close. She slipped her tongue out to moisten her parched lips and slid her arms up around his neck. He stared directly into her eyes, leaving no question what he wanted from her. His tongue surged into her mouth, staking his claim. The dampness between her legs seeped into her lacy panties and her nipples hardened.

He touched, stroked, and tasted every crevice of her mouth in the most erotic kiss she had ever been party to. Had he gotten better at kissing? She would have sworn there was nothing to improve on before, but this… This assault could only be described as mind-blowing. Desperate for more, she pressed herself closer to him. His arms tightened around her and then they were falling.

With a little grunt from him, they landed on the bed and rolled so that his body pinned her beneath him. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

She giggled and pressed a kiss to his jaw, followed by another, and another. Craving the feel of his skin against hers, she began tugging his shirt out of his pants. “Shirt. Off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He lifted up and knelt, straddling her hips. In short order his shirt disappeared, revealing a toned and sexy chest that cried out for her attention. Beth couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation of kissing every inch of his skin.

Before she could put into action her very lusty thoughts, he had the hem of her shirt in his hands, tugging it off. His eyes lit up when he spied her black lace bra. Warm masculine hands gently cupped her breasts on top of the lace and he flicked his thumbs over the distended nipples. Her breath caught in her throat, pleasure shooting from her puckered nubs to her pussy.

“I take it you have matching panties under that nothing of a skirt?” His voice sounded strained, almost a growl.

“Mmmm. I know one way you can find out.” Did she just purr at him? Something about this man made her feel ultra-sexy.

“So do I.” He slid off and stood her up at the side of the bed. With the flick of a wrist her skirt gapped open and slid down her legs. She stood before him in nothing but black lace and a pair of red cowgirl boots. “Dear Lord, give me strength,” he mumbled before suckling one lace-covered breast. Switching to the other side, he cupped her ass and kneaded. All the while, Beth fought the urge to shove him back and cover his torso with kisses. In the end she lost the battle.

With a little cry of frustration, she pushed him back on the bed and clambered over him. With his hips pinned securely under her, she ran her fingers over the flat, disk-like nipples that peeked out from under a light dusting of hair. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait my turn.” She waggled her eyebrows and bent over to trace the path her fingers took with her tongue.

“By all means.” He groaned and gripped her hips as she teased his nipples. His big hands slid around and gripped her ass, grinding her against his trapped erection. She moaned and swirled her hips. Moving down his torso, she found the impediment of his belt buckle. Dipping her tongue into his belly button, she worked the buckle loose and then opened his jeans.

Oh glory be! The man went commando. Eager now to fully unwrap her present, she yanked his pants down his legs and discovered that he still had his boots on. Double damn. For the moment she would work around it. Turning back to his exposed cock she licked her lips in anticipation. He was beautifully made-long enough to give her pause and thick enough that her fingers just missed connecting. And best of all, he was hers, at least for tonight.

She paused but pushed away the unwanted thought that maybe this could be a second chance at a future. For now she wanted a second chance at tasting the man himself. Leaning over, she slid her tongue over the head of his cock and dipped into the slit that leaked a drop of pre-come. The slight saltiness of the clear fluid teased her tongue and made her hungry for more.

Relaxing her throat and mouth, she sank down on his hard shaft, swallowing him whole. It was more than she’d ever taken like this, and she had to focus to let him slip into the back of her throat. But heaven help her, it was worth it to watch his eyes widen in shock and feel his hands thrust into her hair.

“Oh, baby. Yes,” he muttered, followed by a deep, chest-rumbling groan.

She lifted up and then repeated the process, sinking back down.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are? Damn, woman.” His hips thrust forward, meeting her downward stroke. “So sexy watching you take me like this after imagining it so many nights.”

She matched the rhythm he set, reveling in the taste of him and the sheer power she held in pleasuring him like this. After a few more strokes he pushed her away.

“So good, baby, but I want to come inside you with your sweet heat wrapped around my cock.”

Her pussy clenched in response to his words as her juices flooded her panties. She wanted that too. “Oh, Chance. Yes. Please. Now.”

“Soon. First I want to taste your sweet honey. Help me take my boots off.”

She climbed off the bed and straddled one leg with her ass facing him. She bent over and tugged on the boot. She had it halfway off when his finger slid up her aching slit and swirled around her entrance. “Oh, Chance.” She pushed back onto his finger, enjoying the delicious slide of his thick digit into her hot sheath.

“My boot, baby.” He withdrew his finger.

Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a nasty glare. Stupid man. Pulling the boot free, she switched legs and removed the other one before he could tease her further. Boots gone, she finished off his pants and socks, leaving him as naked as the day he was born.

Sitting down, she took care of her own boots, but before she could strip the black lace away, he stopped her.

“Hold on. I want to take care of all the lacy parts.” His wicked smile promised she would enjoy letting him have his way. He started by nibbling on her lips. His molten kisses soon trailed down her jaw to her neck and over her collarbones. Each touch of his mouth on her skin sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Finally he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide forward to unveil her breasts.

“Baby, those may be the prettiest titties I have ever seen.” He reminded himself not to pounce on the poor woman. Though at the moment, she looked as though she might welcome a little pouncing. He pressed her back onto the bed and straddled her hips so that he could feast on her pink-tipped breasts.

He could easily spend the next twenty or thirty years enjoying those luscious mounds and not get tired of doing so. The soft flesh molded to his big hands, and every stroke or touch seemed to cause her to shiver. Sucking in earnest, he loved that she knotted her fingers in his hair as though she might not ever let him stop.

Bound and determined to move south, he had to tug a bit to get her to let go. Sliding down, he knelt on the floor and spread her legs. With a smooth pull of her hips, he slid her ass to the edge of the bed and managed to pull her thong down and then off. He spread her legs wide and drove his tongue deep into her sopping entrance. Something primal clawed its way up from the depths of his soul and claimed her. Then and there it screamed out mine. She was his and no other would touch her again. Ever.

He plunged his tongue in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock. Her needy core clenched around him, trying to keep him with her. He slid two fingers deep into her heat as he switched to flicking the turgid little peak with his tongue. She moaned and thrust her hips against his mouth and hand.

“Please. Chance, I need more. I need you to be inside me.” Her husky pleadings grated on his tenuous control.

“Soon, baby. I promise; first I want you to come for me. Can you do that? Can you come for me?” He resumed working her clit with his tongue as he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy.

Her body tensed and she gripped his head. “Yes!”

“That’s it, baby, yell for me. Nobody can hear you but me.” Her cries, paired with the rapid thrust of her hips, told him in no uncertain terms that she was about to explode. And then she did. The walls of her sheath clamped down on his fingers as her juices flooded his hand. He kept stroking her clit, letting her cries ring through the room. After pulling his fingers from her, he proceeded to lick them clean. Her eyes tracked the flicks of his tongue as he lapped up every bit of her delicious offering.

Reaching to the floor for his jeans, he produced a little foil packet. Sheathing himself in the rubber, he spread her legs and pressed the tip of his throbbing cock to her entrance. He stopped. “Beth, baby. Look at me.” He waited until her gaze locked with his. “I won’t let you go again.” He pushed forward and buried himself deep in her body. His balls nestled up against her ass, surrounding him in her heat. Being inside a woman never felt so good.

Dragging backwards out of her body, he stopped short of full withdrawal, only to drive back in. He pistoned in and out of her, pushing them both toward the release only orgasm could bring. Her walls clenched and rippled around him while he strummed her clit with his thumb.

“Yes, Chance. Yours. I’m yours.” Her words shot clear to his heart and crumbled what little remained of his defenses.

As she shattered around him, it was all he could do to stop himself from declaring his newfound feelings. It was too soon to say it, but the emotions were real. His balls tightened just before ecstasy took over. His release shimmied down his spine and curled his toes. Sliding from her warmth, he tossed the condom and settled them under the covers.

“Baby, I meant what I said. This doesn’t end tonight.” He spooned her from behind, settling one hand on her breast. Lazily he stroked the nipple, enjoying the feel of her skin against his.

“I’m glad. I want to see where this leads. I can’t imagine walking away for a second time.”

“Good. Now get some rest; you’re gonna need it.” He kissed the top of her head and snuggled down.

Morning came bright and early after being up half the night making love with Chance. Beth rolled over and smiled. Somehow fate had intervened and given her another chance at love.

His lashes lifted and a grin split his face. “Morning, baby.”

“Morning, cowboy. Are you hungry for some breakfast? We could order room service.” She sat up and stretched, but was quickly pulled back into the bed and tucked against him.

“In a minute. First I need my good-morning kiss.” He pressed his lips to hers, sweeping into her mouth with his tongue. She moaned and melted against him. Pulling back to peck her lips a few more times, he released her. “Now, let me see to ordering us some breakfast.” He got out of bed and handed her a menu. “Tell me what you’d like.”

She scanned the menu. “Two eggs scrambled, bacon, and pancakes. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

Chance called and placed their order. “In the meantime, we need to talk.” His heart raced as he watched some of the tension from yesterday ease into her features.

“Okay. What’s on your mind, cowboy?” Her nonchalance rang false and grated on his good mood.

“Don’t do that. Don’t ever hide your emotions behind a facade. I’ll always want to know what you’re thinking and feeling.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right, that was rude of me. I can’t expect you to be honest with me if I won’t be honest with you.”

“It’s okay, baby. I just don’t want any barriers between us. If we’re going to be together, we have to be open to each other. No holding back. I want you to move in with me at my ranch. It’s about forty minutes outside of Houston, so you could go in to the office when you need to and I can give you an office to work from at my place.” He held his breath as he waited for her response.

“Oh. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought we’d date and see where this goes.”

“Maybe I’m just being greedy, but I want to go to sleep with you in my arms at night and wake up that way in the morning. I want to watch you brush your teeth while I shave, see your socks and panties in the drawer next to my shorts, and I want to eat every meal with you across the table. I told you last night I wasn’t ever letting you go, and I meant it.” He reached out to trace the line of her jaw.

She said nothing for a few moments, and he watched the myriad emotions flicker across her face. Finally, something won out, but he wasn’t sure what. “I want that too, but I’m not ready to jump in blind. I’ll move in with you, but I’m keeping my place for a while. Just until we’re both sure this arrangement will work. Can you live with that?”

“Yeah. I don’t like it, but I can live with it. For now. Don’t think I won’t be working hard to convince you to make it a more permanent arrangement.” He resisted the urge to pout. Apparently the hardheaded woman didn’t realize that what they had was special. But he’d show her once he got her home. If he had to tie her to the bed, he’d make her see that she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I look forward to being persuaded.” A sultry grin curved her lips up.

“Well then, I should get started right away.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he’d never let her go-mostly because he wouldn’t.

Epilogue

Beth rose from her desk and wandered through the house she shared with Chance. Everything in her wanted to latch on to the man she loved and never let go. But despite the idyllic six months they’d lived together since their one-night stand, she hadn’t truly been able to commit. She was beginning to suspect that she could only do it if she let her apartment go. Though she had yet to say the words, she knew she loved him with all her heart. It terrified her that because of that love she was so vulnerable.

As for Chance, he’d been nothing but patient, wooing her over romantic dinners and with creatively erotic lovemaking. It seemed he’d left no stone unturned in his campaign to prove to her they belonged together. All except saying the words. Neither of them had strung those three most-important words together. She’d been as remiss as he in not being honest about her feelings. It was time to correct that oversight. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the house, determined to go find her man and stake her claim for the final time.

It was time to take her Chance.

The sun sat low in the afternoon sky, even as the heat of the day still simmered in the air. She plucked at her tank top and headed toward the barn. Inside, she found Chance bare-chested, spreading fresh hay in the stalls. Licking her lips, she resisted the urge to pinch herself. He belonged to her, and she to him. Now she needed to make sure that it would be a permanent arrangement.

“Hey there, cowboy.” Her voice came out thick and husky with desire.

He stopped and turned around. His smile alone sent moisture pooling between her thighs and made her knees weak. “Hey there, baby. How’s your day going?”

“It’s getting better and better,” she said and walked toward him.

“How so?” His eyebrow quirked up in question.

“Mmmm… Well, I was lucky enough to stumble upon a half-naked cowboy who looks like he could use a rub-down.” She pulled up in front of him and rubbed his rapidly hardening cock.

“Rubbing sounds good. But let me go clean up first.” He stepped back.

“I don’t think I want to wait. Beside, you smell good. Like sweat and man.” She flicked her tongue out and slicked it up his damp pectoral.

He groaned. “Woman, what has got into you?”

“Hopefully you.” She tangled her arms around his neck.

“You are playing with fire, baby. Are you prepared to get burned?” His voice sounded as though it croaked out of a throat as dry as dust.

“As long as you put out the flames.” She pulled his head down so she could plant her lips on his and proceeded to lay claim to him. Sliding her tongue inside, she tangled with his, battling for control.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled back. “Oh, baby, you’ve no idea what you started. But I’m gonna show you.”

“Please, Chance.” Her whimpered words were all she could manage after that blazing hot kiss.

“Strip. I want you naked. Now.” He stepped back from her and stripped his work gloves off. Leaning against a saddle stand covered with only a blanket, he watched.

She reached for her red boot.

“Leave the boots. I like you wearing nothing but those sexy red cowgirl boots. Besides, it’s safer in here to keep them on.”

She nodded, pulled her tank over her head, and dropped it on a nearby hay bale. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and tossed it with her shirt. Then she unfastened her shorts and pushed them down her thighs along with her panties. Naked but for her boots, her heart raced in anticipation of what Chance would do.

His cock strained against the fly of his jeans, but he made no move to remove them. He raised his hand and curled his finger toward himself. “Come here, baby.”

She took the few steps needed to cover the distance between them, and he pulled her into his arms. Fisting his hands in her hair, he savaged her mouth in a fierce kiss that commanded and demanded as it took. She was lost, burning up with need for him. There wasn’t enough water in the stock tank to douse the fire raging through her.

The kiss deepened, devastating her ability to think. That was probably why she didn’t realize what he’d done until it was too late. He broke the kiss and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her as they straightened. “Chance?”

“Do you trust me, baby?” His gaze locked with hers and he looked so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she felt with her hands tied behind her back.

Did she trust him? The answer that screamed back at her was a resounding yes. He would never hurt her. In that instant she felt all her walls drop, and she knew she would tell him exactly what she had come out here to say. “Yes. I trust you, cowboy. I love you too much not to.”

He gasped. Seemed to stand unnaturally still and then he hauled her in for another kiss. Taking her mouth, he tasted her, stroked and nibbled until he was peppering kisses along her jaw and down toward her breasts. “Oh God, baby, I’ve been waiting months to hear you say those words. I love you so much I thought I’d go mad trying to prove it to you without scaring you half to death.”

“I’m sorry I waited so long to say it,” she replied, and then his mouth engulfed her erect nipple and all thought was lost again.

He suckled her nipples, rasping them with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Hands bound behind her back with a tack rope, all she could do was feel. Her senses were on overload as he made love to her breasts. She moaned in pleasure and in need. “Please, Chance. Touch me.”

“Aww, baby, I am touching you.” He continued his sensual torture.

“My pussy. Please, between my legs.” The ache was so intense she was sure it would turn into physical pain soon.

Pulling away, he turned them around and bent her over the saddle stand so that her belly lay across the blanket covering the wood arch that normally held a saddle. She couldn’t see anything but the side of the stand. Then his feet nudged hers apart until she had a wide stance that left her open and fully exposed.

“Baby, if you want to stop at any point just say the word ‘dog’ and I’ll know you really need me to stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” Excitement rolled through her like a stampede.

“Your pussy is so pretty I can’t get enough of looking at it. And you taste so sweet. You’re mine, Elizabeth Torrence, and I’ll never give you up.” His warm breath wafted against her already heated flesh, causing her to squirm. Then his tongue slid from the front of her slit to her entrance and back. Her moan echoed through the barn and seemed to egg him on. He plunged a finger deep into her wet core and pumped it in and out as he licked her clit, just as he had done her nipples.

As she exploded around the single digit, he pulled it out and slid it into her anal passage. The sensual invasion seemed to fire off a second orgasm as he continued to work her pussy with his mouth, lapping at her juices. A second finger joined the first and worked in and out of her hole, using her own juices for lubrication. He’d done this before while buried deep inside her pussy, but this time he spread his fingers and stretched her more. She moaned as the pain of being stretched gave way to the pleasure his fingers brought, sliding in and out with a delicious friction. As he added a third finger, his tongue still drilling into her, another orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, Chance! Yes! Oh please, don’t stop.” Her cries mingled with his groans even as the powerful sensations ebbed. She heard him rise up behind her and walk away.

He came back and his boots stopped in front of her. The rasp of his zipper dropping was music to her ears. Gently he reached down and lifted her face up. “Suck me, baby. Suck my cock.”

Hungry for any taste of him she could get, she took his head in her mouth and let him push forward. He slid deep until his balls bumped her chin and then drew back. Again he plunged into her mouth and retreated until he set up a maddening pace that left her body wanting more. Without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. His breath came in panting gasps, the only sound in the barn. She let her head drop back down and waited to see what was next.

Her arms ached from being behind her back for so long, but she wouldn’t change a thing. She refused to say dog. This was everything she had ever wanted but could never have expressed. Her darkest fantasy pulled from her mind and brought to life by her very own sexy cowboy. Legs still spread, she felt a coolness land between the cheeks of her ass. “Chance, honey, what’s that?”

“Lube, baby, to ease my way.” He rubbed his cock through the folds of her pussy. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, but where did you get the lube? How did you know I was coming out here?” If she didn’t focus on something other than the feel of his cock stroking her heated flesh, she would go insane.

“We keep some in the first aid kit for the horses. Now hush and just feel.” He plowed into her pussy, driving his cock deep inside. His fingers pushed back in her backside and matched the rhythm he set with his shaft. Unable to do more than press her hips back to meet his thrusts, she was at his mercy. His wondrous and masterful mercy.

Then everything stopped. He pulled out of her sheath and removed his fingers. He placed the head of his cock at her tight rear pucker and pressed against the ring of muscle. Pressing back against him, she grew dizzy from the sensations spiraling through her. He pushed deep into her ass and seated himself to the hilt. “Oh, baby. You’re so tight, so fucking tight. Can I move? Are you okay if I move?”

Her pussy clenched, making his cock feel thicker, longer, in her bottom. So good. “Fuck me, Chance. Please.”

And he did. He pulled out and slid back in, pounding into her backside. The hard length of him filled her, stretched her, and gave her more pleasure than she had ever known. How she could have ever imagined that she didn’t love him was impossible to fathom. All thought fled as she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm that clenched his dick as he continued to pump into her. Then he came, shooting his load deep in her ass as he cried out, “I love you, Beth. Love you so damn much!” and collapsed over her.

A few moments later he lifted off her and slid out. He untied her hands and helped her stand up while he massaged her arms and fingers. “You okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, Chance, I loved every minute of what you did to me.” She smiled and snuggled into his arms. “And I love you, cowboy.”

“I love you too, baby.” He clutched her close.

“Chance.” Her voice wavered.

“Yeah?” He stilled.

“I’m ready to clear out my apartment.”

“Oh, baby. Are you sure?” His hands cupped her face and his gaze locked with hers.

She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I never want to let you go. You’re mine, and I’m taking my Chance.”

Content

Sorcha Mowbray
Taking Her Chance

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Epilogue