The Bad Boys Of Molly Riot: The Complete Hard Rock Star Series

by Jade Allen

  Evening approached and he didn't seem in any hurry to run screaming from the inexperienced city girl, joining them for dinner at Will's, and conversing easily with the group. Though, all the while the conversation carried on, she could feel Noah's eyes on her, and what tedious hold she had left nearly gave out right there at the table. She wanted him naked, panting above her now, and the look in his eyes told her he'd be more than happy to oblige. She'd kept her hormones on a tight leash all day, but now that there wasn't work to keep her distracted, she was losing her grip fast.

  Soon after the meal was done, Christie and Will were still deep in conversation, Noah stood, offering to walk Ava back to her cabin on his way home. Doing her best to conceal her enthusiasm—and failing miserably at it—she was on her feet in seconds. The two barely made it out the front door when Noah turned, pressing her back against the brick wall. His mouth swooped down on hers and she met him eagerly. Ava had no idea if anyone could see them, and when she felt Noah's hands on her waist, pulling her hard against him, her soft curves molding to his hard body, she wouldn't have cared if every worker on the ranch was there watching the spectacle—kind of kinky if she thought about it. Her fingers reached for the open collar of his shirt, fumbling with the buttons to expose more of the hard, sinewy muscle she'd been desperate to touch all day. She'd barely revealed more than an inch or two when the older man who had walked into the barn last night came around the corner from the front of the house.

  Noah released her begrudgingly, but it was too late. The man sauntered over to them, a big grin on his face.

  “So, Noah. It looks like you're breaking your own rule, huh?” the man said in a teasing tone.

  Ava didn't know what the man was talking about, but she was busy trying to regain her composure, not paying much attention.

  “What can I do for you, Robert?” Noah asked the old man, obviously trying to hide his frustration.

  “That same horse of yours is giving your guys a problem tonight. Broke one of the fences,” Robert answered, an apologetic look on his face now.

  Breathing a rugged sigh of resignation and frustration, Noah nodded, “I'll be there in a few minutes.”

  As Robert left them alone, Noah turned back to Ava, gritting his teeth against the arousal he still felt coursing through his veins. “Responsibility always seems to call at the worst time, doesn't it,” he mused wryly, but he couldn't resist leaning down, his lips covering hers one more time.

  Three minutes and an apologetic goodbye later Ava was walking back to her cabin. “Damn, damn, damn!” she cursed under her breath, foreseeing another restless night. And she was right, tossing and turning until the early morning hours, she finally abandoned her hope for more than an hour's sleep at a time.

  The day passed uneventfully; Christie headed off early to some activity or another while Ava opted to hang out in the cabin for a while, figuring a soothing soak in the hot tub had to beat early morning chores. An hour later, the water in the tub cooling to an uncomfortable temperature, she hopped out, wrapping a towel around her and stepping out into the living room to retrieve her suitcase. A knock sounded at the door before she could open her luggage. She walked over, opening the door a moment later to find Noah on the other side.

  “Good morning,” he greeted her as his eyes took in her scantily clad form.

  OK, Ava wasn't generally the overtly forward type, but given the number of times circumstance had thwarted her in the past days, she didn't mind stepping out of character for a while. Without saying a word, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the cabin. Reaching up on tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around him and covered his mouth with hers, her tongue plying against his lips instantly. She could feel his warmth radiating from his body and her skin tingled everywhere he came in contact with her. Her hands gripping his shirt, she was the one to pull him in hard against her this time as his hands roamed down her back, over her hips. He groaned as she ran her fingers down his abdomen, coming to a halt where the waist of his jeans hindered her descent. Reaching down, he lifted her up in one, smooth motion, and then he started through the living room toward the bedroom beyond. Noah had taken two steps when they heard footsteps on the porch's front steps, and he stopped, lowering Ava's feet to the floor.

  He didn't know if it was Christie returning to the room, Will or one of the ranch hands in search of him...All he knew was so long as he was on the ranch, there'd be one interruption after another, but he happened to know of a place they could go where no one would disturb them...

  Noah contemplated the thought for a moment, wondering if it was wise to so thoroughly break his rule, but he knew his gut hadn't been wrong. And hell, he wanted Ava enough he really didn't care if he was wrong; he'd deal with the repercussions later.

  “Go get dressed,” he whispered to her, smiling conspiratorially, before the unwelcome visitor opened the front door.

  Ava didn't know what Noah had in mind, but if there was some chance it would put an end to the incessant interruptions, she didn't care where he was taking her...as long as he intended to take her. The double innuendo made Ava smile as she slipped into another one of her favorite dresses, this time a strapless, fiery orange creation with see-through flames licking up the entire length of her torso. Somehow, the dress seemed fitting. Trying to appear as calm as she could, she walked back out into the living room to find Noah and Will conversing quietly, a bright smile on Will's face.

  “Are you going to be back later today?” Will asked Noah, and he shrugged noncommittally in response.

  The exchange struck Ava as odd; generally, the employer dictated an employee's hours, whereas Will acted more like Noah was doing him a favor showing up to work. But, what did she know about the ranch industry?

  “Ready?” Noah asked, turning to take in Ava's new attire. It didn't provide quite the same easy access as the towel, but it was one hell of a sexy dress. His appreciative gaze told Ava he was OK with the trade-off for now. She followed Noah out of the cabin, walking up to the house and around to the long front drive. Stopping at the passenger side of a ridiculously expensive-looking vehicle, he opened the door for her, motioning for Ava to slide in. She had no idea wranglers made such a good living.

  “So, where are we going?” she asked as he slid behind the wheel.

  “You'll see,” he told her, the same smile on his face.

  He didn't keep her wondering for long. Less than five minutes later, he pulled up the iron front gates of a property down the road, buzzing at the gate before it opened for him seconds later. Cruising up the long front drive, Ava's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the massive house sitting at the top. It had to be at least three or four times the size of Will's ranch house. Stopping, he came around to the passenger side, opening the door and waiting for Ava as she slowly exited the vehicle. Stunned, she couldn't figure out why he'd taken her here. Did he work for another rancher? Is that why he brought her here? Strange given that she'd been led to believe he was planning on picking up where they'd left off. A morning sex session at work?

  He led her up the grand front staircase which stopped at an enormous set of double doors. The door opened before they had reached the top step, an old man greeting them there.

  “Good morning, sir. Back already?” he asked good-naturedly.

  “Yes I am. Ava, this is Michael,” he motioned toward the old man. “Michael, this is Miss Ava Mitchell.”

  Ava nodded politely, but then turned a quizzical gaze to Noah. He just smiled devilishly.

  “I'll be home for lunch today, with a guest. If you could let Margaret know, I'd appreciate it,” he spoke to Michael. The man nodded and then he was off, through the grand, open living area to a hallway at the far left end of the house.

  Noah started forward, ascending the tall, spiral staircase that lead to the second floor. Still perplexed, looking around in awe, Ava followed. He turned to the right as they reached the top and continued down the hall to the last door on the right. Open
ing the door to reveal a grand bedroom inside, Ava stopped mid-step.

  “This is your house,” she stated quietly. That's why Noah had a ridiculously expensive-looking car. That's why the old man had opened the door for them, greeting Noah. She had no idea how a wrangler—even one as good as Noah—could afford a house so large it looked as if it had swallowed several others. But it was definitely his house. She was certain.

  “Yes, this is my house, Ava,” Noah confirmed, his eyes intent on hers as if he were looking for something there.

  She felt a bit uncomfortable, and more than a little out of place. She'd never believe that money made a person worth anything more than someone without—particularly having been the one without for her entire life—but still she somehow felt a little out of her league here, enough so that she took a step back, hovering at the room's entrance.

  Noah's gaze changed right then, as if he'd found the answer to whatever he'd been looking for, and suddenly there was nothing but molten, hot fire blazing in his eyes. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Ava into the room, closing the door behind them. All thoughts of money and mansions fled as he backed her up against the door, his mouth covering hers as it had before. After days of thwarted arousal, this time, she realized there would be no interruptions, and a wild abandonment surged through her.

  Ava's hands returned to where they had been not long ago, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her eyes fixed on his chest as the fabric parted to reveal inch after inch of the muscular breadth of him. Unable to resist the temptation, she leaned forward, the tip of her tongue tasting his tanned skin as she kissed her way from his neck, down solid pecs and his, immaculately chiseled, washboard abs. She paused briefly when she reached the waist of his jeans, then her lips continued, from one hip to the other, just above the denim fabric that hindered her descent. Noah's hands twined in her silken, blonde hair, and he groaned as she returned to his center, unzipping his fly, hooking her fingers in the waist of his jeans and continuing to kiss every inch of skin she exposed. It was Ava's turn to moan as his cock sprang free, her mouth and lips growing moist instantly at the long, hard length of him. As she worked her way from his neck to where she was now, kneeling in front of him, she'd intended to tease him; to drive him wild with anticipation, but she couldn't resist. Opening her mouth wide, she sheathed him between her lips, taking in every inch of him she could. She moved slowly, savoring his scent, the taste of him on her tongue, the way he felt against her lips. After a long while, her pace increased, but not more than a few seconds later, Noah had pulled her to her feet, his fingers moving to the zipper at the side of her dress.

  “My turn,” he whispered, and Ava moaned, the blazing heat in his eyes and his devilish grin nearly sending her over the edge.

  As he lowered her zipper, Ava's dress fell to the floor. She hadn't bothered putting anything on under her dress and so in an instant, she was completely naked, her soft curves, her ample breasts and smooth pussy bare before him. Gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep his arousal in check, he had her on the bed in one swift movement, laying her back as he spread her legs. He leaned forward from the edge of the bed, his lips making contact with the inside of one of her thighs, kissing his way up slowly until he reached the apex.

  Ava held her breath, waiting for him to continue upward, her body writhing to spur him on. But instead, Noah's lips started back down the inside of her other thigh, and she moaned in frustration. He smiled evilly, knowing he was driving her wild and continued his descent before working his way back up again. Hovering no more than an inch away from her pussy, Noah's fingers touched her instead, sliding along her wet slit before parting her lips, spreading her wide open. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt; to be so completely exposed to someone she barely knew. He leaned in further then, his tongue darting out to lick along her parted lips. Ava was so aroused that her hips nearly bucked off the bed in response to his sensual touch, and she fought against the urge to scream as he moved to her clit, licking gently at first before sucking her into his mouth. The strange pressure was exquisite, and already she could feel her orgasm building quickly. He sucked harder and she moaned loud, her hands clawing at the downy soft blankets on the bed, and as she felt his finger slip into her open pussy, her back arched off the bed as her orgasm shuddered through her body.

  He released her then, his finger leaving her pussy and she watched as he sucked it into his mouth before going straight to the source, plunging his tongue deep inside her, darting in and out. Although the aftershocks of her last orgasm had yet to subside, she could already feel her body stirring again. She moaned softly as his pace increased but whimpered a moment later as his tongue left her warmth. Ava wouldn't feel bereft long, as two fingers replaced his tongue, plunging in and out fast. And then something changed. Noah bent his fingers as he continued to thrust, stimulating the tiny, most sensitive pleasure zone in her body. Instantly, an exquisite pressure began to build deep inside her, and before long she was thrashing wildly beneath him, her erotic screams of ecstasy filling the room as she started to cum, an orgasm unlike any other soaking her pussy and thighs.

  Noah was on top of her then; he leaned down to kiss her as she felt his cock pressed against her wet entrance. But rather than plunge inside, he rolled then, pulling her with him to sit astride him. All of a sudden, she felt wickedly powerful, hovering above his massive cock, his expression consumed with desire as his gaze took in every inch of her. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, leaning forward so that she was only inches from his face as he watched intently. Sitting up straight, she lowered herself down then, ever so slowly, the tip of his cock sliding into her wet slit. Inch by inch, she continued until she'd taken every inch of him inside her, stilling for a moment to adjust to his enormous girth. Finally, she started to move, slowly at first, desperately trying to maintain the tenuous hold on her arousal, pacing herself to draw out the incredible experience as long as she could. But as Noah leaned up, flexing his flawless abs as he squeezed her tits, sucking a nipple in his mouth, her restraint snapped. Ava's pace increased, riding him faster; her fingers digging into his shoulders as he released her nipple, leaning up further to reach her lips. She kissed him back with a wild fervor as she rode him harder, their moans twining together as Noah's tongue delved into her mouth. Ava started to cum, the tremors of her orgasm coursing through her body, and as her pussy spasmed around his cock, Noah toppled over the edge, too, cumming hard as he thrust deep inside her one last time.

  His arms wrapped around her, Ava's head resting on his shoulder, they remained in that position, breathless as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly subsided. Finally, Noah fell back against the bed, bringing Ava with him as he slipped from her warmth. She sighed, immediately feeling empty. As exhausted as her body was, she wasn't ready for this to be over.

  “What would you say to lunch in bed?” Noah whispered against her ear a moment later. “A little sustenance to keep our energy up?”

  “Apparently, Noah isn't in any hurry for this to be over either,” she thought to herself with a smile, her body already humming with anticipation. She'd have to return to the ranch at some point; Christie would begin to worry eventually otherwise, but Ava was quite certain that the rest of her vacation was going to be a whole lot more interesting than she could ever have imagined.

  THE END

  Claimed By The Cowboy Brothers

  Story Description

  When Layla entrusts her two best friends Quinn and Eli to plan their annual vacation, the last thing she expects is to be dragged out to a place literally called the Middle of Nowhere Guest Ranch and Spa.

  The only one of the group not impressed by the ranch's garish décor and kitschy amenities, Layla ironically finds herself to be the only one taking part in the activities planned for their week out in the wild. From horseback riding to archery, she decides to dive in and channel her inner frontier woman.

  Layla’s participation comes with an unexpected bonus: she gets to have brothers
Roy and Nathan all to herself. These cowboys are not only too gorgeous to exist, but are also incredibly eager to show her just how well they play together.

  With cowboys this delicious running around, voluptuous Layla is more than happy to be the warm, gooey marshmallow for their decadent s'more.

  "This is exactly why I am always responsible for planning our vacation every year."

  Layla reached beside her to grab onto the wooden edge of the wagon and hold on for dear life as it shook and bounced its way along a dirt road that very well may have been a throwback to the Westward Expansion.

  "Why?" Eli asked.

  At the same moment he replied, the wagon hit a particularly deep rut in the road, tossing the small man off the bench across from Layla and into the thick bed of hay at their feet.

  "Because if I had planned the trip like I always do we would be lounging on a tropical beach somewhere instead of bumping our way along in a freaking covered wagon on the way to the Middle of Nowhere Guest Ranch. The one time in the history of the Annual Vacation Extravaganza tradition that I entrust the two of you to plan our trip, you end up making straw angels."

  "Middle of Nowhere Guest Ranch and Spa," Quinn corrected for her place beside Layla.

  She held out the brochure so that Layla could see the idyllic-looking image on the front, but Layla just glared back at her. The wagon pulled to a rough stop, sending Eli back down into the hay and nearly toppling Layla and Quinn down on top of him, which would have brought an abrupt and unpleasant end to their journey as each woman outweighed him by at least 70 pounds.

  "Have you never met me?" Layla asked, grabbing her suitcases off the floor of the wagon where she had been gripping them between her feet so they didn't skitter out during the ride, "What part of 'Middle of Nowhere Guest Ranch' just screamed 'Layla' to you?"