by Jade Allen
Olivia reached for him, her hands tugging at his shirt, and he moved to let her pull it over his head. Her fingers grazed along his heated skin and he groaned louder, releasing her breasts and pulling her hard against him. His mouth moved to cover hers; he was just a hair's width away.
“Oh, hell no!” a deep, husky, so-familiar voice startled Olivia.
“I kept my hands off her for years, Christian. You do not get her all to yourself,” Dean whispered harshly.
Olivia's arms fell to her sides, stunned by the unexpected intrusion, and Christian released his hold on her, a smirk on his face. Dean moved quickly, crossing the room before either of them could respond. His hands moved to grasp Olivia's wrists, lifting her arms above her head and backing her up the few steps to the wall behind her. His eyes met hers and her mouth gaped open at the fire she found blazing there. He took advantage right then, his mouth coming down hard on hers; his tongue demanding immediate entry into the warmth of her mouth.
Olivia struggled against his hold on her wrists, not wanting him to stop, but rather needing to touch him, to run her hands along the firm, sexy body she'd fantasized about for years. His groan was guttural, almost inhuman, when Olivia's tongue moved to meet his own.
It was a long moment before he came up for air, but finally, “You've driven me crazy since you were sixteen years old,” his husky whisper was filled with long pent-up arousal. “I've seen the way you've looked at me, and God, how I've wanted you. I don't give a damn if I burn in hell for it; I have to have you, Liv.”
He took a step backward, pulling her with him before releasing his grasp on her wrists. His hands trailed down her arms and stopped once he reached her full breasts; he lingered there, his fingers outlining their sides. It was so unreal; Olivia's head was spinning. She gasped then; Dean's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them firmly while his thumbs moved back and forth across her nipples. She'd never been more aroused in her life. And then she felt something else; Christian's hands were at her wide hips, his fingers hooking into the sides of her shorts and slowly pulling them down over her ass, past her ample thighs, leaving her smooth pussy fully exposed to Dean's view. Christian slipped the shorts off her feet and then she felt his hand wedge in between her thighs from behind, encouraging her to spread her legs open. She complied easily, so aroused that she doubted she'd have the will to resist anything either of these men wanted at the moment.
His hand moved higher, slowly working his way to her entrance. Dean watched as Christian spread her lips open, sliding a finger along her wet slit. His teasing was driving her wild and she writhed, trying to force his finger to do more. He obliged seconds later, plunging two fingers deep inside her. Olivia moaned, but Dean's mouth was there, kissing her with a fervor she'd never before experienced.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, but the fabric there frustrated her. He recognized her vexation quickly, moving to grab the hem of his shirt, and yanked it off over his head.
“Oh God,” she breathed, realizing that he was even more magnificent now than he had been years ago.
Her fingers trailed along his shoulders, his arms, his broad chest and his firm, rippling abs before the waist of his jeans prevented her further descent. Dean's hands returned to her body, one hand squeezing her breasts while the other found the aching bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He touched her gently at first, obviously enjoying watching her body writhe and buck in response. But then his speed picked up, rubbing her faster and faster, as Christian's fingers continued to thrust in and out of her pussy from behind. Olivia had never reached an orgasm so fast in her life, but she felt it building quickly. Her moans grew louder and her fingers clawed against Dean's back.
“I'm going to come, Dean,” her eyes meeting his then, the sensations of her orgasm enhanced tenfold by the fiery glint in his vivid, green eyes.
Christian slipped out of her pussy as her spasms subsided, letting his slick fingers glide along the inside of her soft thighs, leaving them glistening with her wetness in his wake. Dean turned her around then, guiding her gently to the chair she'd occupied through the poker game and pressed her down by her shoulders. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide. She felt completely exposed, seeing both Dean and Christian staring at her womanhood with a hungry look in their eyes; the erotic exhibition shot her arousal sky high.
Dean found the dewy trail Christian had left and his lips kissed her thighs there, following the path upward. His tongue darted out, teasing her lips and she clenched against the tidal wave of pleasure that rushed low in her belly. She watched as Christian unzipped the fly of his jeans, pulling them off as his rock-hard cock sprang free. He was next to her a second later, his dick just an inch away from her mouth. She opened to take him in, and at the same time, Dean's tongue plunged inside her, thrusting deep before withdrawing and plunging in once again. Olivia moaned as Christian's cock slid into her mouth, the vibrations from her sounds making him groan, gritting his teeth. His fingers laced in the hair at the back of her head, guiding her movements as he fucked her mouth slowly.
His speed increased as the thrusting tempo of Dean's tongue inside her accelerated, but suddenly, Dean's tongue slid out of her. Olivia whimpered around Christian's cock at the loss. Dean's fingers filled her a moment later, assuaging the emptiness. But, this time something was different: his fingers were seeking out her G-spot, and when he found it, she almost jumped out of the chair at the intensity of the sensation. He rubbed her there, his speed increasing languidly as the exquisite pressure built within her.
In his fervor, Christian thrust hard and the head of his cock reached the back of Olivia's throat. The tightness he found there sent him over the edge, withdrawing his member to watch as he shot his hot release all over her chest. Olivia's hands moved to her breasts, testing the feel of her slick flesh beneath her fingers as Dean increased his pace. Christian's hands were on top of hers almost instantly, guiding her movements once again. The slippery, sensual massage was enough to send her over the edge; she screamed as an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced before soaked her completely.
Dean stood then, tasting her wetness on his fingers. Olivia was on her knees seconds later, her hands coming out quickly to reach for the fly of his jeans, eye level from her position. Her mouth began to water.
“I want to feel you in my mouth, Dean,” she breathed as she tugged his jeans down quickly.
Her lips were there, her tongue darting out to tease the head of his massive cock. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the way his hips thrust forward as he groaned loudly. But she didn't torment him for long, sliding him into her mouth, struggling to take in every inch she could manage before sliding back until just the tip remained between her lips. She continued sliding his erection in and out of her mouth slowly, savoring the feeling of his hard length.
Olivia could see movement from the corner of her eye, but she didn't realize what Christian was up to until she felt his hands on her hips from behind, urging her to lean forward as Dean moved to sit in the chair she'd occupied just a few minutes before. She moved with him, refusing to let his cock slip from between her lips, her mouth bobbing up and down on him as Christian's cock began to press against her wet folds. She moaned loudly as he entered her, sliding so slowly that her body was both enthralled and frustrated by his pace. She pushed back against him, forcing him deeper inside her. She moaned as his speed increased, thrusting backward to meet him.
“It’s my turn now, Liv,” Dean groaned huskily, reaching beneath her arms to guide her off of Christian.
He pulled her on top of him in one swift movement, lowering her down onto his enormous cock slowly. Olivia experienced a brief moment of panic, worried that he was simply too big for her, but she was so wet that he slid inside her easily. He filled every inch of her; it was the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced. He stilled, giving her a chance to adjust to his girth before thrusting in and out of her slowly. His eyes met hers as his tempo increased.
“I've imagined you like this countless times...” his husky whisper sent tremors of pleasure coursing through her veins.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, knowing they would part for her as her tongue darted out to find his. He groaned and thrust faster and already Olivia could feel yet another orgasm building within her. She wrapped her legs around him, giving her the leverage she needed to meet his thrusts. Her moans turned to muffled screams against Dean's lips as he fucked her fiercely. She felt fingers against her clit, and didn't know who they belonged to—and she didn't care, because just seconds later, her back arched and she started to come yet again, her orgasm resonating throughout every inch of her body. Before the ripples of her climax had subsided, Dean thrusted into her pussy one last time, shooting his hot release deep inside her.
Olivia collapsed against his broad, bare chest, breathing heavily as her body sought to recover from the most intense sex in her life. Dean didn't seem in any hurry to move either, his fingers moving lightly along her back.
In the quiet aftermath, Olivia heard the muffled sounds of voices moving slowly toward the barn. She recognized the voices of the men from earlier, along with a few others. No doubt they were reassembling for another late night round of poker. She stood quickly, instantly feeling empty, but looking around for her clothing frantically, nonetheless. Dean moved to stand, but Christian waved him off, already sliding into his jeans and heading for the door with his T-shirt in hand.
“Take it easy. I'll go,” he reassured them. “I'm sure the two of you have some catching up to do.” He grinned at Olivia. “I told you he wanted you, Liv.”
“Don't call me that,” she said instinctively, as Dean pulled her back down on his lap. A light blush spread across her cheeks, remembering the last time she'd said that to Christian and he'd so easily figured out her secret—which was obviously no longer a secret.
She turned her head, looking up to thank Christian for handling the group outside, but her movement left her neck exposed to Dean. Her thanks came out as a breathless moan as he leaned forward to kiss along the length of her neck. Christian's eyes swept along her naked body one last time before he opened the barn door, closing it quickly behind him to block out the on-comers' view.
Olivia heard his voice outside, making some excuse to deter the poker group, but she tuned out of the conversation quickly as Dean leaned her back on the table gently, continuing his trail of kisses down over her collarbone and across the upper swells of her breasts. By the time his tongue darted out to tease her nipple, she'd completely forgotten about the scene taking place outside. And when she felt his cock—hard again already—pressing against her, she forgot that anything else existed but the man she'd fantasized about for so many years.
THE END
Wild Saddles
Story Description
When a sexy cowgirl teams up with a hot alpha cowboy for a local rodeo competition what begins as sexual tension quickly turns to full on unbridled lust and passion.
Following in her older brother Wade’s footsteps as a rodeo protege, Callie Tyler steps in to take his place in the team roping competition after the recent birth of his baby girl. Little did she know that her cabin at the event had also been assigned to none other than Cade Gallagher, a sexy, strikingly handsome professional cowboy who would be her teammate at the rodeo.
During the competition, the sexual tension between the two mounts to a feverish pitch, until finally, one night, they succumb to--and fully embrace--their greatest desires.
But Cade’s friendship with Callie’s brother puts him in a sticky situation. Will his deep, burning desire for Callie ignite a passionate fire between them, or will his loyalty to her brother be strong enough to extinguish the flames of their hot love affair?
Callie Tyler grinned to herself as she tied Lateefah’s reins to a pole right outside her assigned cabin at the rodeo. She was tired; deliciously so. But since she was also a rodeo junkie, she felt invigorated just being there. She loved everything about the rodeo; the sights, the sounds, the crowd, the noise, and most of all, the sheer rush of adrenaline competing in the rodeo gave her.
She stroked Lateefah, crooning softly into the horse’s wide ears as she offered Lateefah a treat and rubbed her down. She had traveled far to get to the competition and even though it wouldn’t begin for two days yet, she was positively chomping at the bit.
That was the thing about her; she was always impatient when it came to rodeo. She had never actually competed in the rodeo, merely trailed along in the wake of her brother Wade, but he had always been a touch over-protective and never let her compete. Her gaze drifted to the gold piece of masculine wristwatch adorning her hand and she smiled wistfully. Wade couldn’t make it this time because his wife had just presented him with a beautiful baby girl he absolutely could not tear himself away from.
Thinking of little Laila made her smile again. The girl was as cute as a button with innocent, wide staring eyes, a sweet smile, and barely-there baby hair. Just three days old and she had managed to wrap them all around her tiny little finger without trying.
Well, Callie had Laila to thank for her brother’s unprecedented willingness to let her travel to compete in the rodeo in his stead and alone, so she was completely a fan. At twenty-two, she was an adult alright, but Wade seemed to think she was a kid; probably because he was more than a decade older than her at thirty-four.
She opened the door to her cabin, shrugging off her jacket and letting it slide to the floor as the door shut behind her. Her ash-blonde hair was done up in a tight bun high on her head that, unbeknownst to her, revealed the slender, graceful curve of her feminine neck.
Callie sat on the edge of the bed, tugged off her boots and proceeded to shimmy out of her jeans. She whipped her tee-shirt over her head, unhitched her bra, and loosened her hair from its bun, letting it drift down to her waist, before flopping onto her bed. She closed her eyes with an audible sigh; every bone in her body protested as she tried to roll onto her side and she resignedly remained on her stomach.
In mere seconds, she was snoring softly.
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Cade Gallagher swore ripely as he studied the small drop of blood on his finger. True, it wasn’t worth crying over, but coming on top of the kind of day he had had, he could be forgiven for being a bit touchy. First, his truck had broken down about a few miles away from the rodeo, and then his cell phone battery had up and died—again; and what crisis would be complete without his horse getting a stone in its hoof?
He had only noticed it when he got to the rodeo and, exhausted as he was, he had had to get rid of the damn thing and sooth the poor animal. The last thing he needed was Caesar going lame just when this competition from hell was going to begin. If there was one thing Cade hated, it was the rodeo—and yet, here he was! He needed the money because that fool father of his had gambled away their entire savings and spent the rest of what he could scrape together on women right before he died two weeks ago.
Selfishness was something Cade had never been able to understand and had always abhorred which was why he hesitated to apply the word to his ‘dearly departed’ father. But when he considered the fact that they had been extremely wealthy until three months ago when his father learned he had less than four months to live due to his hitherto undetected cancer—and proceeded to squander everything that wasn’t nailed down—he didn’t know what else to think.
“You’ll be alright here, Boy,” he crooned, stroking Caesar.
He turned and bounded up the three wooden stairs leading to the door of the cabin, his grey eyes sweeping his surroundings. It was pitch dark outside and he was eager to have a hot meal and flop onto his bed. There wasn’t much chance of getting the first so he might as well settle for sleeping, he decided with a mighty yawn.
He slammed the door shut behind him, barely remembering to latch it behind. He stumbled over something in the middle of the room right next to the front door. He was so tired, he didn’t bother chec
king to see what it was as he staggered towards the bed in the middle of the next room. He carefully removed his clothes and hung them over the back of the lone chair in the room. Then he turned, stark naked, towards the bed and froze in his tracks. There was a girl—woman?—in his bed!
She had a tantalizing expanse of fair, baby-soft skin that made him go hard just looking at her. With an oath, he grabbed a blanket from off the floor and tried to cover her up. But just then, she muttered in her sleep and turned onto her back giving him a sudden eyeful of her huge thrusting breasts, an impossibly flat stomach, thin waist and a small nestle of curls at the juncture of her thighs that told him her blonde locks didn’t come from a bottle.
His arousal swelled even more insistently making him so hard it hurt.
Cade cursed aloud.
The woman’s eyes flew open and in less than one second, she registered the fact that a stark naked, strange man was leaning over her. She screamed immediately—an ear-splitting sound that made him go temporarily deaf—and then she reached for a pillow and swung it at him. It bounced off harmlessly, but was enough to give him pause. Then she rolled off the bed in a tangle of flying long limbs as she reached for an unseen gun and flipped on the bedside lamp in one fluid motion. He relaxed a little when he saw it was rock-salt. That motherfucker hurt as hell and could do more than its fair share of damage, but at least it was not an actual rifle.
“Okay, hold on—you’re in my bed. Why are you the one who gets to shoot me?”
That made her pause; she looked askance at him, “Your bed?”
He shrugged. His eyes scanned the rest of her. She had really luxurious, curly blond hair that hung all the way to her waist, beautiful white teeth that flashed every time she spoke, a face a man could stare at all day and a body straight out of his naughtiest fantasies. He would have her, he decided; maybe not tonight, but one way or the other he had to have this sexy, intoxicating, absolutely tantalizing woman. He would be gentle he decided, because she looked so fragile; her features were so fine they were almost porcelain.
