DATE NIGHT

Nicole Austin

New mother Savannah Black’s life lacks only one thing—sex. Whenever the mood struck something always got in the way. Well not anymore. Savannah is taking matters into her own hands, removing all the obstacles and making a hot date with her hunky husband.

Dedication

For my devoted readers who can’t get enough of the Corralled series.

Author’s note

While related to the Corralled series, Date Night can be enjoyed without having read the other books. In the series timeline this story occurs between books five and six.

Savannah Black had a lot going for her. Owner of the Shooting Star, both a working and pleasure ranch, surrounded by close friends, married to the loving, hard-driven cowboy of her dreams who’d gifted her with two healthy, beautiful babies. She lacked only one thing—sex.

Pretty damn sad for a married woman to not have gotten laid in three months, especially since her doctor had given the green light six weeks ago. But whenever Cord and she were in the mood something got in the way. Between the ranch requiring Cord’s attention and the twins needing hers, intimate moments were rare.

No more. She was taking matters into her own hands, removing all the obstacles and making a date with her husband.

She glanced around the room and smiled. Soft candlelight cast a golden glow on the white rose petals she’d strewn across red silk sheets on the big sleigh bed. Warmth radiated from the fire burning behind the grate near a cozy sitting area. On the dark wood table rested a silver bucket of iced champagne, two flutes, ripe chocolate-dipped strawberries and whipped cream.

Savannah critically assessed her reflection in a cheval mirror, adjusting the straps of a short, black silk negligee purchased for the occasion. Her belly carried some residual roundness and angry red stretch marks but otherwise she looked good—damn good—for a woman who’d given birth to twins a mere twelve weeks ago.

There would be no interruptions tonight baring any emergencies. The twins were safe at home with several competent babysitters on hand. Cord had come into Billings on legal business for the ranch, unaware she’d rented them a room at a bed and breakfast a few blocks away from the lawyer’s office.

With the scene set for seduction one final task remained, drawing her hunky husband into her carefully planned trap.

A text message from the lawyer’s secretary chimed on her cell phone, letting Savannah know the men were wrapping up their meeting. Anticipation heated her blood as she climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, tossing long strands of golden hair over her shoulder to fan out across the pillow. She closed her fingers around the crystal pendant nestled between her breasts and focused on Cord.

Along with her psychic visions, she had the ability to project images. Her connection with Cord was tangible; she had no problem reaching out and touching his mind. She found him leaving the lawyer’s office and stepping out onto the sidewalk.

“Heads up, cowboy.” A wicked smile curved her lips.

As she’d done on previous occasions when trying to grab Cord’s attention, she envisioned dropping to her knees before him. He came to an abrupt stop and knowing what she had in store for him, his entire body shook with arousal.

“Not now, sugar,” he grit out from between clenched teeth.

Pedestrians streamed around him on the busy city sidewalk while Cord remained rooted to the spot. He tugged the brim of his hat down, shielding his lust-filled expression.

“Yes, Cord, right now.” She undid his belt buckle, popped the button and pulled down the zipper. In the vision, she tugged his pants and boxers past his hips, exposing his erect cock. In reality, he remained fully clothed.

“Savannah,” he growled. “I am surrounded by people.”

She wrapped both fists around his thick length below the fat crown, avidly watching a clear drop of liquid form at the slit, licking her lips before capturing it on her tongue.

His breath hissed between his teeth as she dropped one hand to his balls to gently fondle his sac and leaned forward, warm breath washing over his length.

“Not. Here.” He reiterated. “Where are you?”

She glanced up from beneath her thick lashes. A muscle ticked in one cheek and his blue-gray eyes were dark and stormy with desire.

“I want to play first,” she teased and trailed her tongue over the solid ridge beneath his crown.

“Where?” he demanded.

Tilting her head to the side, she traced a pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue. Cord didn’t need convincing and she had waited three long months. The faster he got to their room the better. She let the image of herself falter, waver then disappear.

“Two blocks ahead, turn left.” He started walking as she gave him instructions. “Half way down the block on the right. Turner’s Historic Bed and Breakfast.” She flashed an image of the building’s sign followed by the room number. “Hurry.”

Van cut off the connection, jumped up to unlock the door then dove back onto the mattress lying on her side, facing the entrance. Her heart beat triple-time as she fluffed her hair, straightened her gown and waited. She didn’t have to wait long.

The door burst open to reveal more than six feet of rough and ready cowboy. And he was one-hundred percent hers. Their eyes met under the brim of his Stetson. The intensity of his sharp gaze sent hot waves of pleasure rushing through her. He looked around the room and some of the tension left his broad shoulders as her intent became clear.

“The twins?”

“Fine. Home with plenty of eager babysitters.”

“How long?”

“’Til noon tomorrow.”

Cord remained in place for a long stunned moment before springing into action. He pulled off his hat and tossed it toward one of the chairs, turned to slam and lock the door and already had the tee shirt over his head before he made it half way to the bed. He bent over, yanking off his boots and awkwardly hopping on one foot, almost falling on his ass several times.

If she were any less anxious she might have laughed, instead she encouraged him to move quicker. “Cord!” One word was all she managed, the desperate ache clear in her raspy tone.

“What’cha think, five? Six?”

Deciphering his meaning didn’t require psychic powers. Their connection ran so deep Cord and she often communicated volumes with a mere glance. He’d questioned how much loving—baring exhaustion—they could squeeze in during the next eighteen hours. Considering their long period of abstinence, he’d lowballed the numbers.

“Minimum of six.” She sucked in a hard breath, reconsidering as his pants hit the carpet and Cord stood tall, his cock pointed straight at her. Lord, her husband was masculine perfection. Muscles sculpted from hard work rippled beneath tanned skin and she amended her prediction. “More like nine.” Once every two hours seemed a conservative estimate to her.

“First will be fast,” he warned.

“Yesss,” she purred. “And hard.”

“Foreplay?”

Oh hell no!

Staring at his cock, Savannah licked her lips. “I want a taste.”

“Later,” Cord groaned and fisted the base of his shaft. “Need to be in you.”

Her breasts were swollen, nipples erect, her pussy was soaking wet. She needed him so bad it hurt. She didn’t need or want to prolong the anticipation, just fast and furious fucking. Repeatedly.

“Need you now!” She scrambled to her feet on the bed and launched herself into his arms, slamming against his chest and knocking the breath from his lungs with a loud whoosh. He caught her in an unyielding embrace as she wrapped herself around him tighter than a second skin, legs clasped over his hips, arms around his shoulders, lips sealed to his. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to burrow beneath his skin and become one.

There was nothing tentative in her kiss. She unleashed every bit of sexual frustration in a voracious and ravenous blast. She poured all her hunger and want and need into him. Cord took it all and returned her passion tenfold.

Lips parted, teeth clashed, tongues surged. He captured the soft mewl from her mouth and drew the sound into his body while their tongues tangled, searched, tasted. Intense desire coursed through them, burning out of control. Heat pulsed as firm hands tugged at the material separating them. Their bodies pressed closer but they couldn’t get close enough.

If he didn’t get inside her soon, she’d go insane. The door was the closest hard surface. Cord turned and propelled them against it taking the impact on his forearms.

“I need…” she cried then sucked on his tongue with insistent pulls, showing him without words just what she wanted. What they both had to have.

“Yes. Now.”

She loved it when he lost control and she reduced him to monosyllabic replies.

“Pretty.” Cord nodded at her negligee. “Off.”

Their efforts were hampered by the unwillingness to let go or stop kissing. Fisting the thin material, he ripped it straight down the center. The straps kept it hanging from her shoulders, smooth silk caressing her back and hips with each movement.

Cord leaned back and his entire body turned rigid. “Aw, Christ!”

Following the direction of his stare, Savannah looked down at her heavy breasts. She felt insecure and wondered if the changes in her body from pregnancy turned him off, especially when she noticed the drops of milk rolling from her puckered nipples.

“Damn, sugar.” His gravelly tone cranked up her anxiety.

With her legs wrapped around his trim waist and her back supported by the door his hands were free. And they went straight to her breasts, gently cupping the quivering mounds in his palms.

He finally looked up and their eyes met. For the first time in memory she found his expression difficult to read. His eyes were darkened by desire yet shone with love and…awe?

“Oh, sugar.” His thumbs lightly stroked over her nipples, creating an erotic shiver that shot through her belly and pulsed along her clit. His mouth opened then closed. “You were beautiful before. Now—”

He glanced down again briefly as if confirming what he’d seen. Savannah swallowed hard and started to tremble.

“I—there are no words. I look at you and it hurts. My chest gets tight and my heart feels like it’s in my throat.”

Her own heart clenched and she was sure it would splinter into a million pieces at any moment.

“You are so amazing and stunning and incredible. Way more than I deserve. God, I look at you and I can hardly breathe.”

“W-what?” Thick with emotion, her voice cracked. What the hell was he saying?

“You are beyond beautiful. I love you so damn much, Savannah!”

She thanked her lucky stars for the day this wonderful man had walked into her life.

Cord kissed away the tears she hadn’t even realized streamed down her cheeks. His lips closed over hers in a tender, reverent kiss that quickly turned into a burning hot seduction. His body molded to hers from lips to hips and she became lost in the consuming warmth of his kiss.

He shifted, reached down to grasp her butt and the hard length of his cock pressed between her folds. She canted her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his shaft, moaning with renewed need.

Primal urges raged through her. She wanted to mark him, put and indelible brand in the middle of his chest to let everyone know he’d been claimed and belonged to her. The depth of her love for Cord was an undeniable compulsion that scared the hell out of her sometimes.

Cord lifted her until his broad crown notched at her damp opening, prepared to thrust forward and fill her. She broke their kiss with a gasp and shoved at his shoulders. “No,” she cried. “Stop!”

His entire body trembled but otherwise went completely still.

“Condom. Get a condom.”

“Fuck!” he grumbled. “Hate condoms.”

He lowered her legs until her feet touched the floor.

“On the nightstand.”

Cord moved away, grabbed the foil packet then stood in front of her and stared at the condom wrapper as if trying to remember what to do with it. They’d both enjoyed the freedom from worrying about contraceptives during her pregnancy. While she hated the idea of anything coming between them, she wouldn’t risk getting pregnant again so soon after giving birth.

With a muttered curse, he tore the wrapper open and slid the latex over his cock. He lifted Savannah and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he positioned his crown to penetrate her.

“I love you!” His gaze locked on hers, watching for any sign of discomfort as he slowly lowered her. Her pussy stretched around him, clinging to the hot shaft filling her so sweetly.

“Love you!” She kissed the slight bump on the bridge of his nose and framed his handsome face in her hands. “Missed you.”

Once he was buried balls deep inside her, Cord pressed his face into the curve of her neck, sucking in great gulps of air. She knew he was attempting to regain some semblance of control, which was the last thing she wanted. She flexed her legs and contracted internal muscles. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around him, squeezing his cock.

“Can’t do slow,” he warned.

“Fu-fuck slow.” She dug her heels into his ass and she wiggled, grinding her pelvis on his. “I want hard. I want fast. And I want it now, damn it.”

Cord readily met her demands. Her head spun and her senses reeled as she tried to take it all in, absorb every detail. Burn each touch into her memory. Her pussy ached and became hotter than molten lava. The sensitive tissues felt stretched to the max. It was so good.

Cord pulled back and she cried out, the sound cut short as he thrust hard and fast, rattling the door within its frame. He initiated a steady pace, pounding her against the door and she loved it. The harsh propulsion of his cock forcing her body to accommodate the thick invasion, ending in a solid thump against her cervix. She fought his withdrawal—the emptiness left behind. Rejoiced in each forward charge—the complete joining of their bodies.

So full. Raw.

Only two words did justice in describing the grin that spread across his lips, feral and wicked. In response, she swooped in, sealing their lips for a kiss that made her toes curl. When Cord bent his knees, she angled her hips, causing his pubic bone to grind against her clit.

“Ah, yes!” The orgasm gathered and burst over Savannah sharp and fast. She gave herself to the sensations as streaks of lightning exploded behind her eyelids. Cord never slowed or faltered. He powered through her orgasm, not allowing it to fade, instead driving her higher, harder and faster.

Deciding that breathing was highly overrated, she stopped struggling to draw oxygen and focused on delivering the same amazing pleasure she’d received.

“Yesss. So good,” she encouraged with her voice and body, meeting him thrust for thrust, sharing her emotions through their link. A second, more devastating orgasm started in her core and spread outward. Cord thrust twice more then shouted her name has he joined her in ecstasy.

She felt the heat of his cum filling the rubber, and dropped her sweaty head to his shoulder in repletion. No longer able to hang on, she trusted him not to let her fall. He kept them upright by collapsing against Savannah, his weight pressing them to the door.

“How soon?” she asked, not needing to explain.

Cord nuzzled her neck. “Need a minute. Can’t feel my legs.”

After their panted breathing eased, Cord managed to get them to the bed where they held each other close. With his head pillowed on her belly she ran her fingers through his damp brown hair, which had gotten a bit shaggy. Millie, the ranch cook, kept nagging him to cut it but she enjoyed his hair longer.

“Good to be home.” He kissed her belly then shifted until they were face to face. “I missed this—missed us.”

“It will get easier when Caleb and Callie are older.”

Cord snorted. “You’re kidding, right?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ever heard the term ‘terrible twos’? And then there’s the whole teen drama years to consider.”

“Sure but they have plenty of aunts and uncles to help.”

“How’d you get them to babysit?”

Savannah chuckled. “Tamara and Tink have been begging to babysit.”

Cord moved so fast he was a blur. One second he lay at her side, the next he sat upright, scowling down at her.”

“You left innocent babies with those two trouble makers?”

“Cord, relax.” She caressed his arm soothingly. “I left Millie in charge. When I left she was acting like a drill sergeant and had everyone jumping to follow her orders.”

He eased back down next to her and a wicked grin spread across his lips. “Back to your earlier question?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What question?”

He glanced down and she let her gaze trail over his muscular torso to the renewed erection stretching all the way to his navel. “Ah, that question. Quick recovery, Mr. Black. I like that.”

She pushed against his shoulder and Cord willingly rolled to his back. Leaning over him, she licked her lips suggestively. “Ding, round two. And I still want a taste.”

With a groan, Cord folded his hands behind his head and got comfortable. “Take your time, sugar. I’m all yours.”

About the Author

Nicole Austin

Bestselling author Nicole Austin writes provocative erotic romance stories that push boundaries and release inhibitions, resulting in extreme reader satisfaction. Her tales of hunky heroes and badass heroines include BDSM, contemporary romance, edgy role play, erotic horror, ménage, paranormal, sci-fi, shapeshifters, stepbrother romance, vampires, and much more.

Nicole has an Associate degree in Radiology Technology and a Bachelor in Health Care Services. When not writing, she loves the fast-paced excitement of working night shift in the Emergency Room.

Visit Nicole’s website: www.nicoleaustin.net

Email Nicole: nicole@nicoleaustin.net

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