Long Hard Ride: Arranged Marriage, Brothers, Cowboy Romance (The Wild Wests Book 3)

by Adriana French

  I search the dark shadows through bleary eyes, and my heart crashes. He stayed out in the living room, just like I asked. And now I miss his comforting, hunky figure under the blankets.

  Is he still mad, just because I couldn’t get enough of his kisses?

  I tuck my hand under my pillow and try to fall back to sleep, but there are too many questions rattling around in my brain.

  Steve texted me tonight, and I sent him a quick reply. But it got me thinking. Even though Steve and I have broken up, is it wrong for me to be so attracted to Shane? Am I somehow cheating on Steve?

  Damn, this whole situation is so confusing. I know what the arrangement is and exactly what my grandfather wanted. But what are the rules about emotions?

  Why shouldn’t I want Shane? Tonight, after the service, he made me feel protected, and safe. That’s a whole new experience for me.

  No one has ever held me the way he did in the living room when I was crying. No man has ever cradled me like that.

  I’m wide awake. There’s no going back to sleep now. Shrugging off the covers, I climb out of bed and creep down the hall.

  Is he washing clothes at this hour? The light from the laundry room’s open door floods the dark hallway, and I follow it.

  “Fuck, fuck.”

  I hear Shane’s hoarse voice and freeze.

  What the hell?

  I creep closer to the door. The sounds Shane is making become clear, and the realization that my man of steel is getting himself off five feet away has my pussy tingling. Every inch of me is on high alert. Desire and excitement pulse through my veins as I take another step. I hold my breath and cautiously peek through the door’s narrow opening.

  Fuck. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Shane’s leaning against the dryer. His big, rough hand is clasped around his massive cock. I’ve never seen a cock in person before. And the dicks I’ve seen on porn sites didn’t look like his.

  I stare, wide eyed, and take a thick shallow breath. Shit, how would that feel inside me? It’s big and girthy and so long and stiff. Heaven. That’s what his cock would feel like inside . . . heaven, once I got used to the size.

  Fiery sparks ping through my veins. My nipples get harder every time they rub against my nightie’s silky fabric.

  The gray hoody I threw in the dryer is going around and around. The zipper rattles against the inside of the machine. But the only sounds burning my ears are Shane’s throaty groans as he pants, stroking his cock into a frenzy. I clench my thighs, feeling my pussy get wet as the heat pools between my legs.

  And . . . oh fuck.

  Is that what I think it is? My eyes lock on the fabric in in his hand. It takes a second to register what I’m seeing. But . . . oh my God. He’s jacking off on my panties.

  Holy shit. Shane wants me. He does want me, just as much I want him. Why didn’t he give in tonight when we kissed? Why did he have to push me away?

  I know it’s wrong to be invading his privacy like this, it’s so wrong . . . or is it? I mean, I’m sort of there with him. Those are my panties around his dick. Shit. I’m paralyzed and can’t stop watching. Shane’s eyes are closed as his big rough hand strokes his needy cock.

  My pussy pulses, my body’s on fire. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. And the sounds—it’s like his grunts and moans have a direct line to my pussy.

  I don’t want him to know I’m here. He can’t know I’m here. Trembling, I lift my nightie and move my hand to my throbbing pussy. I bite my bottom lip, not making a sound, and spread my juices all over my pussy lips. Staying as quiet as possible, I swirl my fingers around and around my slippery clit. I suck in a gasp, rubbing faster and faster, watching Shane’s hand go up and down his thick shaft.

  Shane’s corded forearm works his hand faster. Smacks and slick wet-skin sounds fill my ears, and I’m panting.

  “Fuck me,” he groans, and I can tell he’s going to come any second, just like me. I turn my head away from the door, rubbing my clit harder. I come right back to the sight, and fuck, I’m almost there. I stroke.

  “Cover me with that sweet cherry juice, baby girl,” he growls under his breath. And I fucking lose it. I bite back a yelp, still rubbing my clit, and double over with a climax that almost breaks me in two. I stifle a moan, orgasming again, and again, coming to the sound of Shane murmuring, “Come on my dick.”

  Shane lets out a hungry groan and throws his head back.

  The move snaps me to my senses, and I duck around the corner. Shit. He almost caught me staring. I scurry back to bed and climb under the covers.

  My heart is pounding a mile a minute. My pussy is soaked and still pulsing from the orgasm that almost knocked me off my feet. I adjust my pillow and stare up at the ceiling, listening to my heartbeat normalize. Then it starts beating wildly again.

  Shane West desires me.

  Shane West wants to fuck me.

  I’VE BEEN TOSSING AND turning all night. I’m so restless I can’t keep my eyes closed. I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. The image of Shane working his gorgeous cock in the laundry room comes rushing back.

  He wants me too, and it’s lonely in this room without him. I scramble out of bed and slip into my bathrobe. I left my phone in the kitchen so I don’t know what time it is, but it’s early—the sun isn’t even awake yet.

  Shane might already be at work, but if he isn’t, I don’t want to wake him. My heart races as I sneak down the dark hallway. Slowly, I turn the corner into the living room, and my heart skips a beat. There he is. I can make out his body on the couch.

  I hold my breath, careful not to make a sound and silently sneak past my easel to the sofa. I can’t believe he’s still home.

  Listening to Shane’s peaceful breaths, I tiptoe closer and peer down. And all I want to do is stare. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I see him clearly. He’s . . . perfect. His jaw is just as chiseled while he sleeps. His full lips are just as kissable. Without his hat, his thick dark hair tumbles every which way.

  Sleeping Hunk.

  Sleeping Fuckmeister.

  Sleeping Big Cock.

  I laugh to myself, remembering last night. His long lashes flicker, and I bite my lip. I wish I could get closer to him without him turning me away. My eyes scan the blanket for any trace of morning wood.

  Maybe I could give him pleasure while he’s sleeping?

  Shane wouldn’t have time to stop me if his cock was already in my mouth when he woke up. I’m still half asleep, but I’m soaking just thinking about it. Visions of him jacking off flash through my brain as I slowly crawl up on the couch.

  I stay at the far end and spread my knees so his feet are between them. Am I dreaming? What’s come over me? I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  His eyes are still closed, so I slowly tug the bottom of the blanket, gently easing it down over his rippling, muscled chest. I’m breaking into a sweat. My hands tremble as I give the blanket another pull, gradually exposing more of Shane’s magnificent body.

  His tight abs are so defined, they look like they’ve been painted on. My God, this is like opening a present.

  I hold my breath, dragging the blanket down over his hips. I lightly yank it a little more as I bend, and I come face to face with his cock. My pussy pulses hungrily. Shane’s even bigger up close. His dick is so thick and long. He can’t be completely asleep, can he? As if reading my mind, I hear him softly moan, Brooke.

  I check his eyes. They’re still closed, but hearing my name on his lips, helps me make up mind. I almost laugh again because I’m so fucking nervous.

  Hands shaking, I carefully reach down and take hold of his beautiful cock. My heart beats a mile a minute as I run my tongue over his smooth, taut, velvet skin. His cock gets thicker and harder with every lick. Pre-cum beads around his swollen head, and I drag my tongue over it, lapping up the salty taste. I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around the head of the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.

  Shane stirs, and I
freeze, looking up. His eyes are still closed, so I stretch my mouth as far as I can to take in as much of him as possible. I spread my legs wider, begging for his cock. God, he tastes good. I close my eyes and stroke him, cupping his balls in my hand. Shane’s breathing gets heavier, the blanket shifts, and he moves.

  I look up, and my heart stops as Shane’s stare blazes into mine. It’s a mixture of shock and pure dark lust. He clasps my head with both hands and roughly tunnels his fingers through my hair, letting me know to keep sucking.

  “God.” His voice is jagged. “Just like that.” He groans, guiding my head and mouth with every pump.

  This is the sexiest, naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. My pulse thunders and my thighs clench with a needy ache deep within my core. I think I might come without him even touching me. I eagerly swallow his cock deeper, meeting every thrust. “Mmm,” I hum.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Brooke,” he grunts, rolling his hips and fucking my mouth. “You’re dying for cock, aren’t you, baby girl?”

  “Only yours,” I say, about to break apart. Shane shifts, and I moan in ecstasy as he bends and pulls me up. His massive arms wrap around me, and in a heartbeat his warm skin is on top of mine. I’m covered in his buttery leather smell, flat on my back on the other side of the couch. His enormous hard cock is wedged between my legs over my thin nightgown.

  Our eyes lock, and a current of heat rips through me. “Oh, you’re going to get it now,” Shane husks. He takes my hands in his and brings them up over my head.

  His chest rakes across my hard nipples, making my insides throb for his touch. He drops his eyes, taking me in. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, “and you’re mine now.”

  It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. “I’m burning,” I whisper. He narrows his eyes and grins.

  “That’s a start.” He leans down, and I feel his warm breath against my cheek. His tongue licks, his teeth nip, and fiery kisses tease my neck. Holding me tight, he sucks all the way up to my ear. I’m so turned on and surprised, I can’t even speak. Every ounce of my being is focused on the way his lips are lighting fire after fire.

  “I want you. I want you to be the one,” I whisper.

  “Oh, I am the one, baby. There is no want anymore.” He slides his hand down between us and under my nightgown. His callused fingers find my sopping slit, and I almost come.

  “That feels so good,” I shiver, groaning against his neck. He doesn’t say a word, but he’s breathing heavier, like he’s concentrating on every sensation. I feel his heartbeat against my chest as he cups my pussy over my panties and expertly strokes just the right spot. I’m almost there. My panties are so wet I can feel his touch right through them.

  “Just like that . . .” I arch my hips, begging for more.

  “Just like this?” His demanding tone shocks me, as he tucks his fingers under my panties and thumbs my clit. I’m trembling and whimpering. So many feelings are ripping through me it’s like my circuits are overloading. Shane rolls my clit under his thumb and pushes his massive fingers inside me. I cry out, rocking against him.

  “Your cunt is so wet for me, little Brooke,” he growls, his breath against my ear. “Did it get that way when your pretty pink lips were wrapped around my cock?”

  Fuck. I’ve never heard anyone talk like that. And no one has ever come close to touching me like this.

  “Answer me,” he demands, nipping my earlobe.

  “Yes,” I say, grinding against his hand.

  “When my big cock was rammed down your throat, did you get a good taste of my seed, baby girl?” His voice is rough and firm; he keeps his hand wrapped around mine over my head so I can’t move. And something about the fact that I’m under his control turns me on even more. “You were sure slurping it up like you did.”

  “Yes,” I squeal, writhing under his touch.

  “Good girl. You’re going to get so much more of that.” He thrusts his fingers into my pussy, curling them and reaching some part of me I didn’t know existed.

  “Fuck,” I scream, rolling my hips and throwing my head back. “Please, fuck me now, Shane.”

  “Oh, you’re going to be fucked good, baby girl.” Shane lets go of my hands and kisses down my neck, all the while fucking me with his fingers. Shaking, I hold my breath as he kisses down my shoulder, to my tits and down, down, down. He’s not taking his time, or being gentle.

  He reaches my hips and yanks up my nightgown. He tugs my panties so hard I feel the elastic dig into my hips before he pulls them off. Before I even know what’s happening, he spreads my knees with his elbows, buries his face in my pussy, and sucks my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I scream, watching his head bob. No one has ever licked me down there, and the feeling is unimaginable. I’m shaking so hard I think I’m going to break apart. I throw my head back, bucking against his tongue.

  “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” Spreading me even wider, he covers every crevasse and fold with his tongue. He hums and licks while thumbing my clit.

  My head spins, my clit pulses, and before I can wrap my head around what’s happening, a climax sneaks up from my toes and rumbles through my core. My body tenses like a tight knot as electricity surges through me. My whole body bucks and shakes. I scream, and Shane holds me down. Never stopping, he keeps the pressure on my clit, and licks and sucks. “That’s it. Come for me, baby girl,” Shane commands, and I do, and do, until—holy hell.

  My body spasms, and my eyes roll in the back of my head. Shane doesn’t let up. He keeps sucking and licking me all the way through, making the orgasm last and last.

  I’m not even in this room anymore; I’m up in the clouds. “Fuck.”

  “Fuck?” He slides back up to my mouth. My nightgown is barely on. It’s scrunched up, under my boobs like a belt.

  Shane props himself up, one hand on the couch on either side of me. His corded, rippling arms look like marble. He scans me with dark, hungry eyes. “You ripe little cherry,” he whispers before crushing my lips with his and kissing me ferociously.

  He moans, shifting on top of me. His long, girthy cock lurches forward, slick with pre-cum.

  My eyes must be as big as saucers. There’s no question. There’s no denial, no back-and-forth this time. And I’m more than ready as he forcefully spreads my legs with his knees. I’m splayed out, open . . . and so delirious with the thought of him inside me, and of finally losing my virginity, I can’t think straight. I don’t even know how I’m getting oxygen.

  “We’re going to take this slow.” Shane’s dark blue eyes sear into mine. “Are you sure about this?”

  I reach up and kiss him. “More than sure. I want you to be the one, and please don’t use a condom. I want to feel everything, all of you. I’m safe. You don’t have to worry.”

  Not taking his eyes off me, he gently brushes my hair off my face. “I know you’re safe, but you’re too damn trusting. Don’t let anyone else fuck you without a condom.”

  “Right. Only my husband.” I grin.

  He nods. “Don’t you forget it, my sweet baby wife.” He rubs his ramrod-straight cock against my slippery opening, and I cry out. His crown feels so good against my clit. My heart races in anticipation, and I’m aching deep inside, waiting to be filled. He slides his cock over my clit. I cry out again. I’m so ready. I writhe and squirm, trying to line up against him until, finally, he slips just the head inside.

  Every nerve ending is trigger ready. I can feel the way his dick is throbbing, and I don’t want to take this slow. I can’t wait another second and tip my hips, pushing forward to meet him. “More,” I moan. “More.” And he glides into me another inch.

  JESUS CHRIST. I’VE crossed a line. I was dreaming of fucking her and woke up to the sound of her slurping me down her throat. When I saw her soft, pouty lips stretched around my cock, there was no way I could’ve held out. No fucking way.

  My lips, chin, and face are covered in her cherry cum; the taste and smell ar
e driving me wild. Claim her. Fuck her hard. She wants it, screams through every cell. My cock is tired of being teased, and the sexy little mews and moans she’s making are killing me.

  I try to keep control, but my cock is so fucking demanding. So urgent to dive into her untouched, hungry little cunt and fill her once and for all. I’ll claim that baby pussy, pump it with so much cum it’ll come out her throat. And then she’ll be mine, all mine. My cunt.

  I take hold of my throbbing, slick dick and gently push. My eyes feast on the sight of her glistening pink pussy lips as her virgin little slit opens for my dick. I’m so fucking big, and she’s so small, it’s obscene. And holy fuck. She’s impossibly tight and wet.

  “Fuck,” I groan. I play with her clit, making circles around her hard, slick nub and adding pressure. “Fuck me baby, that’s it, open up for me.” I push my swollen cock in further and feel resistance. “Are you okay?”

  Her eyes blaze into mine. “Yes,” she pants. “Just like that.”

  “This might hurt a little, but I promise, it will get better.”

  “I trust you. Please, I want you.” She spreads her legs wider. “I want this more than anything . . .” She clasps her arms around me and thrusts against me, as my head eases in, breaking through her thin membrane. I moan, feeling her tight grip slowly expand around me. Fuck.

  My swollen balls ache as I push in a little more. Brooke cries out louder. Her hot, tight walls clamp around my cock. “Jesus Christ, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I groan, forcing myself to be gentle. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”

  I stay still, letting her become accustomed to my cock, the feel of being filled to the max.

  “You feel so good.” She whimpers, spreading her legs wider for me. Her quick, hot breaths come in hard streams against my neck.

  “And you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever met.” I turn, meeting her lips and kiss her like a starving, raging beast, who’s long overdue for a mate. I pull out slowly and drive back in to her tight juicy pussy. “You’re mine,” I grunt, wanting to savagely fuck her balls to ass deep, and keep fucking, but somehow, I hold back. “Move with me.” I moan, barely able to get the words out. My cock twitches, as her legs wrap around me. I reach around her, gripping one ass cheek in each hand to guide her.