More Than a Cowboy

by Tyler, Paige

  “Anything to add, hun?”

  Heather gave herself a mental shake at her husband’s smooth, Texas drawl and gave both men a smile. “I think you covered everything.”

  Except whether their new ranch hand liked to put a woman over his knee and spank her, of course. With those big, strong hands it would be a crime if he didn’t.

  “Then I think we’re done,” Clint said to Blaine. “You can start tomorrow.”

  Her husband stood. Blaine did the same, extending his hand first to Clint, then to her. His palm was slightly calloused from days spent riding horses and roping cattle, and a delicious, little shiver went through her at his touch. That hand would feel so good warming her ass.

  “Ma’am,” he said.

  She smiled. “We’re not formal around here. Call me Heather.”

  He flashed her a grin. “Heather then.”

  Blaine’s hand lingered on hers for just a little longer than might have been wise considering her husband was standing right there, but Clint’s sensuous mouth only twitched in amusement.

  “I’ll show you out,” Clint told their new ranch hand.

  Blaine gave her a nod, then turned and followed Clint out of the office. Heather’s eyes automatically went to his ass. Damn, he looked good in a pair of jeans. Probably even better out of them. She shook her head. Thirty minutes with the man and she was already undressing him. Her husband had positively corrupted her. Speaking of her better half, where was he?

  Heather was just wondering if Clint decided to give Blaine a tour of the ranch now instead of waiting until tomorrow when her handsome, dark-haired husband walked in.

  “What do you think of Blaine?” he asked as he closed the door.

  “I think he’s very nice.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  She leaned back on one hand and absently twirled her long, red hair around a finger of the other. “I can’t really say until I see him without a shirt.”

  Clint’s mouth quirked. “You should have told me. I would have asked him to take it off for the interview.”

  “Don’t you think he would have found that a little odd?”

  “I’d just tell him your main criteria for hiring a ranch hand is a nice set of pecs.”

  She laughed. That wasn’t really a lie. “Don’t forget muscular biceps. And a big, hard cock.”

  Her husband wrapped his arms around her, pulling her upright. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. He’s definitely packing some heat.”

  Heather looped her arms around his neck. “He did have quite the sizeable bulge in his jeans, didn’t he?”

  Clint chuckled. “Thanks to this obscenely short skirt you’re wearing. He couldn’t take his eyes off you or your sexy legs the entire time he was here.”

  She felt her face color despite herself. After all the kinky things she and Clint had done since they got married, she couldn’t believe she still knew how to blush.

  “Now that I think about it, you seemed pretty distracted yourself.” Her husband slipped his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up. “You were thinking about having sex with Blaine the whole time I was talking to him, weren’t you?”

  Her color deepened. “Maybe just a little bit.”

  “I bet you wanted to unbutton his jeans and give him a blowjob right in the middle of interviewing him for the job, didn’t you?”

  She looked at Clint from beneath her lashes. “You caught me. But I’d only do it because it would turn you on like crazy.”

  He bent to nuzzle her neck, one of his hands cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”

  Heather ran her hand down the front of his shirt and over his big belt buckle to the huge erection straining against his jeans. “Mmm, you are hard.”

  He kissed his way up to her ear. “Imagining you wrapping those beautiful lips of yours around another man’s cock does it to me every time.”

  That wasn’t something a wife heard every day. Luckily for her husband, she got just as aroused by the thought as he did.

  She gave him a firm squeeze through his jeans. “Just think how excited you would have gotten if I’d actually kneeled down between Blaine’s legs and took him in my mouth.”

  Clint made a sound that was half groan, half growl. “You’re a bad girl for teasing me like this. And you know what happens to bad girls.”

  She knew exactly what happened to bad girls, but she blinked up at him innocently anyway. “I have no idea. What happens?”

  “They get spanked on their sexy little ass.”

  Heather opened her mouth to come back with a witty reply, but Clint tugged her to her feet and spun her around before she could catch her breath.

  “Hard,” he added as he bent her over the desk and flipped up her skirt.

  From his sharp intake of breath, she concluded he was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties. She smiled. Good to know she could still catch him off guard.

  “You really are a bad girl,” he drawled. “I thought you were just being fidgety when you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs while we were talking, but you were giving the new ranch hand a show.”

  She gave him a coy look over her shoulder. “I thought you liked when I flirted.”

  His mouth curved in a crooked smile as he ran his hand over the curve of her ass. “I do like it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to tan your pretty ass good for doing it.”

  Heather considered pointing out that wasn’t fair, but decided against it. A hard spanking was exactly what she wanted.

  Clint didn’t keep her waiting. Instead, he delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek. Even though she’d been anticipating it, she gasped all the same. Sometimes, she forgot how strong his hands were. And how hard he could spank. Not that she was complaining.

  She arched her back, pushing her derriere higher, her way of telling him she wanted more. Her husband indulged her, bringing his hand down on one cheek then the other with an intensity that quickly had her dancing in her cowboy boots.

  Unable to resist, she slipped one hand underneath her skirt and ran her finger over her pussy. Dang. She knew she was aroused, but she didn’t realize how much. She was soaking wet.

  “Maybe I should have spanked you while Blaine watched,” Clint said, his hand coming down on her bottom again. “Stopped right in the middle of the interview, bent your over the desk and reddened your ass. Of course, then he’d have a perfect view of your wet pussy, too. But you wouldn’t mind that, would you, because you’re such a bad girl.”

  Heat had spread across her ass to engulf her cheeks, and Heather could only moan in reply. She found her clit nestled between the slick folds and made slow circles on it as Clint continued to spank her. She had to go slow or she would go off like a rocket.

  “Blaine would be sitting there watching you touch yourself while I smacked your ass.” Clint gave her cheeks a squeeze in between each smack, sending tingles through her. “He’d probably get so hard he’d have to pull out his cock and take care of himself.”

  She closed her eyes, imagining their handsome new ranch hand wrapping his hand around his erection and pumping it up and down. In her fantasy, Blaine wouldn’t let himself come until she came, wanting to time his orgasm perfectly with hers. Bad girl that she was, she’d make him wait. She could only hope that would earn her a trip over his knee so he could redden her bottom, too. Her pussy spasmed at the thought.

  Heather was so caught up in the daydream she didn’t realize Clint had stopped spanking her until he grabbed her ass in both hands and gave it a rough squeeze. The feel of his calloused palms on her freshly spanked skin made her gasp, but he had already released her to yank open his belt and unbutton his jeans. When he grabbed her ass again, it was to rub the head of his perfect cock up and down the folds of her pussy. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, resisting the urge to move her finger faster on her clit. Now she was sure he was going to slide in her puss
y, she wanted to hold off so they could come together.

  Waiting to climax was going to be difficult since she was already on the edge. By the time he finally stopped teasing and plunged into her, she’d climax within seconds.

  When he slowly slid his length into her wetness, she moaned long and low, but otherwise somehow managed to control herself. Until he began to move inside her. Then all bets were off.

  She moved her finger faster on her clit, imagining Blaine pumping his shaft with his hand, matching his rhythm to Clint’s as her husband fucked her.

  “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder!”

  Clint tightened his hold on her hips, plunging into her hard and fast, pushing her closer to the brink with every thrust.

  “Just like that,” she panted, her finger vibrating on her clit. “Don’t stop!”

  She’d always considered herself good at multi-tasking, but keeping her finger on her clit while Clint drove his cock deep into her was more difficult than usual. Maybe because picturing Blaine masturbate was doing all sorts of distracting things to her. She could only imagine what it would be like if they actually included their new ranch hand in a threesome.

  The thought of being sandwiched between Clint and Blaine—combined with her husband’s fierce thrusts—was enough to send Heather over the precipice into orgasm. As she cried out with the pleasure of it, Clint surged deep into her and held himself there, his groans of release hoarse as he came.

  Heather could have stayed bent over the desk with her husband’s cock in her pussy for the rest of the afternoon, and she let out a whimper as he slid out. She stayed where she was, too spent to do more than lay draped across the desk. Behind her, Clint’s heavy metal buckle clanked as he pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. A moment later, he took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around, he pulled her against him and kissed her long and slow on the mouth. She melted into him, her hands sliding up the hard wall of his chest to grasp his shoulders as his tongue two-stepped with hers.

  “So,” he said when he finally lifted his head, “are you going to make a move on our new ranch hand?”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m considering it.”

  Clint chuckled. “Well, just make sure you don’t tire him out too much. We need him to do some work around here, too, you know. Especially with Holden and Mav on vacation.”

  Heather laughed and kissed him again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Chapter Two

  While Heather would have liked to come on to Blaine his first day on the job, she resisted the urge. As her husband had pointed out, they needed their new ranch hand to do some work and he couldn’t do that if she scared him off. Although from the way he’d looked at her when she and Clint interviewed him, she didn’t think she needed to worry about that. Even so, she wanted to make sure he’d be receptive to her advances. So, for the next few days, she made sure to wear her tightest jeans or shortest shorts whenever she went into the barn, just to see if he checked her out.

  He did. Covertly, though. She could understand why. Not only was she his employer, but she was also a married woman. Flirting openly with her could get him fired, or worse. Out here in Colorado, doing something like that to a married woman could get a guy shot.

  Heather nibbled thoughtfully on her lower lip as she watched Blaine brush down one of the stallions. He had his back to her, giving her the opportunity to ogle his jean-clad ass, which she unabashedly did. And why shouldn’t she? She’d come out here to seduce him into having sex with her, after all.

  Back in college—which, according to all the magazines, was when a girl was supposed to go wild—she would never have done anything like this. But Clint had brought out the bad girl in her almost from the moment they’d started dating.

  When he’d first told her he got turned on by the thought of her having sex with other men, she hadn’t known what to think, much less what to say. While her friends had dated multiple guys at the same time, she’d always been a one-man woman. Clint must have thought he’d made her uncomfortable because he hadn’t pressed the issue. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up again, but whenever they’d gone out, he’d ask if she was attracted to this guy or that guy. Telling him she was seemed wrong, almost like she was being unfaithful to him. But then she’d noticed the smolder in Clint’s eyes as he waited expectantly for her answer. So, she’d confessed that yes, she was attracted to some of them. He’d grinned and asked if she could imagine herself having sex with them. She was a little embarrassed to admit she could, but once again that glint in her husband’s eyes brought out the honesty in her. Then Clint had asked her to describe what kinds of things she’d like to do with the men. So, she’d told him, going into detail about exactly what she wanted them to do to her. It not only turned Clint on, but her, too. To say she’d been surprised was an understatement.

  Heather thought Clint simply liked the fantasy of the whole thing, but after they’d bought the ranch and started hiring workers, her husband noticed her covertly checking out the handsome dark-haired ranch hand Mav Ryan and asked if she’d like to sleep with him. When she’d told him yes, he’d stunned her by suggesting she seduce Mav. She thought Clint had been joking, but he hadn’t been. He’d given her permission to sleep with another man, and was completely turned on by the thought of her doing it. She’d been turned on, too.

  Shy and not at all sure she could pull off the role of seductress, she’d gone out to the barn to seduce Mav. It hadn’t been as difficult as she’d thought and when she and Clint hired Holden Donnelly several weeks later, she’d seduced him, too. Only that time, she’d been the one to suggest it to her husband. Now, she was going to add Blaine Saunders to her stable of studs. But only if he were agreeable, of course.

  Pushing away from the post she was leaning against, Heather moseyed over to stand beside Blaine. He looked up as he ran the brush along Highwayman’s sleek fur, his blue eyes lazily taking in the button-up shirt tied under her breasts, skimpy cutoff shorts and cowboy boots. He flashed her a grin.

  “Ma’am.”

  Her lips curved. “It’s Heather, remember?”

  “Heather.” He gave her a sheepish look. “Right.”

  They stood in silence, Blaine brushing down Highwayman, Heather admiring the way the muscles in his forearm flexed as he did it.

  “He’s a handsome horse,” Blaine said after a moment.

  “Yes, he is,” she agreed. “So are you. Handsome, I mean.”

  Blaine looked at her sharply, clearly surprised by the compliment. He turned back to the horse with an uneasy laugh. “I’m not quite sure what to say to that.”

  “Thank you works for me.”

  He laughed again, less uneasy this time. “Thank you.”

  Heather lightly ran her fingers down his forearm. He stopped brushing, but didn’t look at her.

  “You’ve got nice muscles, too,” she said.

  Blaine didn’t say anything immediately, but then he took a step back, letting her hand fall away from his arm. “Heather, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. You’re a very beautiful woman and if you were anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate, but I’m not comfortable with where this conversation is going, especially with you being married and all.”

  She gave him a sultry smile. “Clint and I have a very open relationship, Blaine. In fact, he knows I’m out here seducing you right now. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.”

  Blaine lifted a brow. “Clint knows and he’s okay with it?”

  She looped her arms around his neck. “Not only is Clint okay with it. He gets completely turned on by it. It’s part of what makes our relationship work.”

  His eyes widened a little at that and she thought he might pull away, but instead he put his arms around her and pulled her against him. “Do you get turned on by it, too?”

  Her smile broadened. “Most definitely.”

  Clearly Blaine was turned on, too, if the erection in his jeans was any
indication. Wrapping her hand around the back of his head, she gently pulled him down until his lips were on hers. Considering how hesitant he was when she’d first come onto him, she thought he might not kiss her back, but she needn’t have worried. Blaine took possession of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand found its way into her long hair. She sighed. Damn, she loved a guy who knew how to kiss. And Blaine could definitely kiss. In fact, she probably would have stood right there in the middle of the barn doing it for the rest of the evening if he hadn’t lifted his head.

  Heather ran her tongue over her lips. “Why don’t you put Highwayman back in his stall while I get undressed?”

  She didn’t wait to see if she’d stunned him with that announcement, but instead turned and walked into the one of the unoccupied stalls, making sure to put some extra sway into her hips as she went. When she got there, she paused to look over her shoulder. Blaine was still standing where she’d left him, his eyes glued to her ass. She gave him a sexy smile before turning back around to slowly unbutton her shirt.

  Behind her, Blaine led Highwayman into his stall and latched the door. Heather’s pulse quickened as she undid the clasp on her bra. Right then she wasn’t sure what turned her on more—the prospect of having sex with Blaine or giving Clint all the delicious details about their roll in the hay afterward. Deciding it was a tossup, she slid the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra on the hay-strewn floor to join her shirt. Crossing her arms over her bare breasts, she turned to see Blaine standing behind her, a hungry gleam in his eyes.

  She gave him a flirtatious smile. “You going to stand there all afternoon or are you going to come over here and give me something to tell my husband about when I go back to the house later?”

  Blaine didn’t answer, but the grin that spread across his face as he closed the distance between them was all the reply she needed. When he was within arm’s reach, she reached out and grabbed his shirt in her hands, tugging him the rest of the way. He caught her breasts in his hands, gently cupping them as his mouth closed over hers. The pads of his thumbs were rough on her sensitive nipples, and she murmured her pleasure against his mouth when he gave them a squeeze.