Ride With Me: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

by Joanna Blake

  "You were great tonight."

  Oh fantastic, now Tom was standing behind me in a dark alleyway. Why the hell had I come out here again? Jake Delancey. Of course. How did the expression go? Out of the frying pan…

  My whole body tensed up, ready to fight or flight. I didn't think he'd get too aggressive with me but I couldn't be sure. And I was really, really not in the mood for his bullshit right now.

  I turned and gave him a half hearted smile.

  "Thanks."

  "I'm serious, Elle. With the right help, you are going to be a big star. You've got 'it.' In spades."

  I took a deep breath.

  "Yeah, well you were a big help. Thanks for packing the house."

  He stepped closer, running his hand over my shoulder. I knew rationally that his hand was warm but it felt like ice. Cold, slimy ice.

  "All I had to do was put a picture of you on the flyer. You're so beautiful."

  I swallowed and stepped back a little.

  "Thanks, Tom. I think I need to get out of here. I just want to go home."

  His eyes narrowed and he grabbed me. He moved so quickly I barely had time to react.

  "I don't think so, babe. You still have to pay the piper. I was going to take you someplace nice to celebrate but a brick wall will do just as well."

  “That’s not funny, Tom.”

  He smiled at me coldly.

  “I’m not joking.”

  I started to scream as he pushed me up against the wall. I felt his breath against my ear as he pressed against me, his hands on my ass and my tits.

  “Get off me!”

  I was trying to kick him, to fight, but he was too strong. He laughed as I hit his shoulder in vain.

  “Relax sweetheart, I just want a taste.”

  That’s when I heard the voice. The low, deep, angry and blissfully familiar voice.

  “I don’t fucking think so.”

  The next thing I knew I was leaning against the wall and Tom was lying unconscious on the ground.

  Jake Delancey had just laid him out with one punch. It was that fast. One, two. You’re out.

  "Are you alright?"

  I stared into the bluest eyes this side of the Atlantic. How had I not noticed how electrifyingly blue they were before? They practically glowed in the dark alleyway.

  "Elle? Come on. Honey you are scaring me."

  "I'm alright. Thanks."

  He smiled and took my hand.

  "Let's get the hell out of here."

  “Yes.”

  His bike was parked at the mouth of the alley. I climbed on behind him without a word. I noticed that he'd brought two helmets this time.

  Confident bastard, wasn't he?

  It didn’t matter though. Right now, I wanted him. Cocky or not. I needed something solid to hold on to, and only Jake would do.

  I leaned forward as he revved the bike. This time I didn’t have to be told to wrap my arms around him or hold on tight. I pressed my chin onto his shoulder, raising my voice so he could hear me.

  "I still don't like you, Delancey."

  He glanced back at me and winked. Right before he pulled into traffic.

  "I know."

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jake

  I paced around my bedroom, feeling something I’d never felt before. Not once, in my entire life. It was a feeling as foreign to me as French, a language I didn’t speak a lick of.

  I was nervous.

  Not just nervous, I was fucking on edge.

  I had never felt anything like this, particularly when it came to women. But now that I had the girl alone in my bedroom, I wasn't sure what the hell my next move was. I’d been dreaming just this moment for so long. Now that the moment was at hand, I was frozen. Part of me wanted to just jump on her, but that didn't seem right after what she'd just been through.

  Yeah, that wasn’t going to work.

  Another part of me just wanted to hold her and make her feel safe.

  These two parts were doing battle inside me, really duking it out. I had a feeling it was going to get bloody in there if she didn’t come out of the bathroom soon. I paced back and forth, staring forlornly at the bathroom door.

  Damn.

  Elle was in the adjoining bathroom cleaning up. In my house, but not to work this time. In my room. I glanced over my shoulder.

  Soon she would be in my bed.

  I’d brought her home to my place without thinking. I’d given her a stiff drink and sent her straight to the shower. She’d been calm but I knew inside she must be angry and scared.

  I knew I was. The way that guy had manhandled her… it made me see red. I was sickened by the thought of what might have happened if I hadn’t gotten there in time. I’d taken care of him right quick. Now my mind was on other physical activities.

  She was here. Finally. She was naked. Showering, sure. But naked. Mere feet from where I stood, pacing back and forth like a lunatic. I closed my eyes and immediately a vision of Elle lathering up her breasts sprang to mind. I groaned and tried to clear the vision.

  It worked. I closed my eyes again, mentally praying for strength. That didn’t work. I clearly had no strength when it came to her.

  This time I saw her leaning her head back, letting the water pour over her hair and down her back to her sweetly rounded bottom…

  The water stopped running.

  I stopped pacing and braced my fists on the windowsill. I was not going to fuck this up. If she wanted to cuddle and watch movies then… I would attempt to cuddle without poking her with the massive erection that was growing in my pants, just from being around her.

  I stared out into the darkness, trying to figure out what the hell to do when she came out of the shower. I would offer her the bed of course. I would sleep on the floor. Maybe give her one of my old t-shirts to sleep in...

  I groaned, my overly active imagination working on that thought way too thoroughly. Her long legs exposed… the soft cotton hanging off her curves. She would look sexy as hell in an old t-shirt.

  No. I would give her a robe. There was already one in the bathroom. It would be huge on her. Massive. It would hide everything… or come close to it.

  I looked up to see Elle standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her. She was sparkling clean, her skin glowing from a vigorous scrubbing. Her long wet hair hung over her shoulders and her breasts and– well, let's just say the towel didn't cover much. I glanced down at her long, long legs and my mouth went dry.

  Really really dry.

  She just looked at me, giving nothing away with her huge green eyes. Then she started walking towards me. I opened up my mouth, trying to think of something to say.

  "Hey."

  She smiled at me and kept walking.

  "Hey."

  She didn't stop until she was standing inches from me. I had to clench my fists to keep from yanking her against me and ravaging her. She cocked her head to the side and stared up at me.

  "Cat got your tongue?"

  "No. I just… wanted to make sure you were okay."

  "I'm fine."

  "Good. That's good."

  "Is there anything else you were wondering about, Jake?"

  My jaw dropped open. Was she–

  "What's the matter, Jake? I'm here in your room half naked. Isn't that what you wanted?"

  "You might not be in the mood."

  "Oh, but I am."

  "After what happened."

  "After what almost happened. If it wasn't for you…”

  She dropped her towel. I could not believe my luck. I kept my eyes on hers though. I could see plenty but I wasn’t going to stare, no matter how tempting it was. No matter how perfect her body was.

  I was a gentleman damn it.

  "I want to forget how his hands felt on me. You'll help me with that, won't you Jake?"

  I nodded slowly, staring into her beautiful green eyes.

  "I'll help you."

  I glanced down at her and grinned. I could
n’t help it. She was beautiful. I felt like I’d just won the God Damn lottery. But the prize was way better than money.

  I got to have her.

  I pulled her against me and did what I’d been dying to do since the moment I laid eyes on her. I kissed the hell out of her, like I had tried to when we got tangled up in the bushes all those weeks ago. This time it was different though. This time, she was 100% kissing me back. And she was good at it.

  Really good.

  The best part was that this time, I didn't have to stop.

  I groaned and let my hands begin to roam. Her damp skin felt like wet silk. I bent down and lifted her slightly so I could taste her breasts. They were perfect. High and round with two bright pink nipples just begging me to kiss them. I did, smiling as I heard her panting above me.

  She was just as hot for me as I was for her.

  Good.

  I set her down on her feet. I was done being nice. I was no pussycat. I was a fucking lion and she was my lioness.

  "Bed. Now."

  Her eyes flashed at me dangerously. I was treated the sight of her pert bottom as she obeyed my command. In an instant I was following her down to the giant unmade bed.

  I kissed her again, pulling my shirt open so I could feel her against my skin. We both moaned at the contact. I grimaced, wishing my pants were off already.

  My dick felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my jeans.

  I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out again. I reached down to stroke between her legs. I slipped a finger inside her to test the waters. She was wet already but far too tight. That was going to be a problem.

  I knew I was above average in the size department.

  Well, that was a bit of an understatement. I was way, way above average. And Elle was tiny. I took a deep breath and pulled back. She blinked up at me in confusion, all warm and willing female.

  I shook my head and started sliding down her body, kissing as I went.

  "Not yet, sweetheart. Not just yet."

  I stared hungrily at her sweet little pussy as it came into view. She had a nice little patch of dark hair above. It contrasted with her pale skin and the pinkness of her swollen nether lips.

  She was utterly feminine down here. Just like she was everywhere else.

  Perfect.

  Delicious.

  Mine.

  I had to taste her. Touch her. Explore her. Never mind needing to make sure she was ready.

  I lowered my head and got to work.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Elle

  "Oh my GOD!"

  I was about to fly off the bed. Jake Delancey had his head between my legs and he was– he was–

  "Oh oh oh!"

  My body arched upward as Jake's tongue slid inside me again and again. He was fluttering his finger over my clitorous at the same time. And he wasn't stopping.

  I was tossing around on the bed as the orgasm continued to tear through me. I didn't think it was possible to climax harder.

  I was wrong.

  I found that out a moment later as he brought me to yet another peak.

  I reached down and grabbed his head, pushing him away.

  He looked up at me questioningly, his blue eyes sparkling.

  “Enough messing about Delancey. Get on with it,” I demanded, feeling like a brazen hussy and not giving a good goddamn about it. Even if my mama would have rolled her eyes and made the sign of the cross at me. But this was natural. It was inevitable. It was pre-ordained.

  Jake seemed to think so, too.

  He came up grinning as he rapidly pulled the rest of his clothes off. I was breathing heavily as his gorgeously muscled body was revealed. The man's shoulders were even wider than I’d thought, his belly flat and trim, his chest broad and smooth.

  In short, he was perfect.

  "Are you trying to kill me, then?"

  "I wouldn't dream of it, darlin'."

  He pulled his pants off and my eyes widened. I’d been too busy admiring the rest of his physique to wonder about that or how big it was.

  It was big.

  Too big.

  My eyes widened as he climbed on top of me again, leaning toward the bedside table for a condom. He must have caught the look in my eyes as he rolled it on over his shaft.

  "It'll be fine."

  "Uh huh, if you say so."

  "Elle–"

  I lay back and closed my eyes.

  "Damn it Delancey, get on with it!"

  I could almost see his grin as he nudged my thighs apart and guided his cock to my opening, kissing my neck to relax me. It worked. His cock felt like hot steel where it pressed against me. My body stretched as he eased his way inside.

  "Jesus Elle."

  He was panting heavily now too, our breathing intermingling as he slid forward, getting deeper by the second. I felt filled up. Stretched. Opened. It didn't hurt though. No, it felt good.

  Scratch that.

  It felt amazing.

  I watched as Jake strained above me. He was circling his hips slowly now, his rod sliding a little deeper with each thrust. His face was a mask of utter concentration. He was holding back, I could tell. It was gentlemanly. It was considerate. But it wasn’t what I wanted. Not one bit of it.

  Well, that wouldn't do now, would it?

  "Jake."

  He opened his eyes and stared down at me.

  "Yes?"

  I slid my hands down to his bottom and squeezed, pushing him deeper.

  "Have at it."

  His eyes widened. He groaned as I pulled him all the way inside me. His voice got all low and husky as he groaned and called out.

  "Oh Christ, Elle!”

  That's all it took. He unleashed on me, pulling one leg up and using it for leverage as he unleashed on me. He held me captive as he rode me without mercy. His hips pistoned hard and fast into me. I grabbed onto his thick, meaty shoulders and held on for dear life.

  I felt my body contracting as the friction inside me reached a fever pitch. My body convulsed on the bed as I came again. But Jake didn't stop or even take a breath. He was thrusting into me faster and faster. I felt another orgasm approaching when something changed. I felt it deep inside me. A tingling sensation. Some sort of magic was happening between us. It took a moment before I realized what it was.

  Jake was about to come.

  His hips bucked out of tempo as I felt the tell tale swelling of his member. It got even bigger, if that was possible. And that was saying something. Shivers of pleasure shot through me as he pulsed hot seed into the rubber. I looked up as Jake came inside me, his head thrown back and his gorgeous eyes squeezed tightly shut.

  My own orgasm was subsiding by the time he finally stopped moving, his forehead resting against mine. He held me close as we both tried to catch our breath. He kissed my neck and my shoulder before rolling off to lay by my side, pulling the blankets over us.

  “How do you feel?”

  I made a soft contented sound.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.

  That’s when he rolled on top of me again.

  “Good. Because I plan to make up for lost time.”

  My eyes opened in shock. Jake was above me, smirking like the devil himself. That’s when I felt it. The bastard was already hard again.

  The night got more interesting from there.

  I was half asleep hours later when the door burst open. Jackson and Daniel stood there. Daniel turned immediately to face the wall when he saw me. Jackson did not. His contemptuous gaze raked over the two of us lying together in bed.

  "What the hell Jackson!" Jake said, pulling the blankets over our naked bodies.

  "Typical."

  "It's 4 am, get the hell out of my room!"

  "Dad's on his death bed and you're humping the help.”

  Jake sat up and stared at him. I could feel the tension in his body. I was immediately forgo
tten, unwanted, and in the way. I felt it like a shock to the system. My heart went out to them all. I had met the old man. He was kind to me. And now he was dying.

  "What? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

  Jackson laughed bitterly.

  "Check your damn phone once in a while."

  Daniel put his hand on Jackson's shoulder.

  "Come on, Jackson. He didn't know."

  "Just like he didn't know about mom, right?"

  Jake was on his feet in an instant, completely unconcerned about his nudity. I didn’t know where to look, but it was hard not to stare at his bare ass, even under the circumstances.

  I closed my eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around myself.

  "You know I couldn't get back here in time."

  "Of course. It wasn't your fault. It's never your fault!"

  Jake laughed.

  "That's a good one. We both know that it's always my fault. Even when it's not."

  He slipped a robe on and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed and hide. My whole body was red with embarrassment.

  "I'll be back soon. Rest."

  Jake stormed out without another word with Jackson close on his heels.

  Daniel stopped at the doorway and turned back to me.

  "Sorry about this, Elle."

  I nodded.

  "I'm sorry, too. About your father."

  He smiled sadly and left. I was on my feet in an instant. I couldn't stay here. I hadn’t wanted anyone to know about my lapse in judgement. Clearly I’d made a huge mistake. But I’d been so shaken up last night. Everything that happened with Tom after the gig had clearly compromised my judgement.

  Oh hell, don't lie to yourself girl.

  I sat down abruptly as I finally admitted the truth. That despite my good intentions, I’d wanted this. Not this. Jake. I had wanted him with a fiery passion from the get go. But that was then. Now I’d had him. He'd been worth the wait and all the bother. But I couldn't stay, no matter how badly I wanted to see what could happen between us.

  Not after this.

  Maybe if they hadn't found out this way… maybe things could be different. We could have had a chance. But no. Jake wasn't a one woman man, anyway. It would hurt more to stay and stand on the sidelines when he moved on. Was I supposed to stay on as maid and just watch him parade an endless stream of girls through the house? It was inevitable that he would get bored, and quickly.