“Okay.” The breathless sound of her voice echoed in the dark night surrounding them. God, I sound desperate, but I don’t care.
Within a few short minutes, they pulled into the driveway at her place as he parked his truck behind her. Was this crazy? She thought so, but really they probably only had tonight. He’d go on his way, find someone else to fuck on a regular basis, and she’d be alone…again.
The moment she stepped out of her car, he swept her up into his arms before he walked toward the front door. She squeaked as he picked her up, but ended up winding her arms around his neck. His scent drew her into his web of seduction as she found the crook of his neck with her nose. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks. I showered before I came back to town.”
“For me?” she asked when he stepped up on the porch.
“Yep. I needed to get the blood off my face and a shower felt good.”
“I’m glad. Freshly washed cock is the best.”
“You don’t say?”
“Oh yeah.” She fumbled with the key from her perch in his arms. He waited patiently as she jammed it into the lock and turned, then opened the door.
“We could always take another shower. I’m kind of partial to freshly washed pussy too.”
Once he released her legs, she slid down his body, noting every bulge, muscle and contour of his impressive frame. “Oh, sounds like fun. I need one after the smoke and stink of the bar.”
“Then let’s share it. I’d like to soap every inch of you.”
She took his hand, leading him toward the back where the bathroom stood off her bedroom. The place seemed small, but since it was just her, it didn’t matter. Although, being such a big guy, the place felt even smaller. She’d bought the house with the inheritance from her mother when she passed. It was the only thing she owned outright, but it gave her the peace of mind knowing she always had a place to live.
“How long have you lived here?” he asked, following her to the bathroom.
“Not too long. A year or so.”
“I thought you’d been in Bandera longer than that.”
“A little. A couple of years is all though.”
“Where’d you move from?”
“Can we not talk about me?”
“I want to know more about you.”
“Why?” She turned on the shower and let the temperature adjust to warm as she stripped off her clothes.
He shrugged as he changed the subject. “I really like that top on you.”
“I like it too.”
Her clothing quickly found its way to the floor as she glanced at him through her lashes. “Are you going to shower with your clothes on?”
“Nope, but I’m enjoying watching you strip.”
“You should have said so. I would have done a little strip tease for you.”
“You did fine, darlin’.”
Shivers raced down her back. She loved when he called her that. “Do I get to undress you?”
“If you’d like.”
She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on undoing each button down the front of his western shirt, one at a time, very slowly. His chest was such a sculpture of flesh, she wanted to trace every inch of it with her fingertips. With a sharp tug on the tails of his shirt, she released them from the waistband of his jeans. What was it about Wranglers and a cowboy butt? She didn’t know, but damn they sure looked good.
His belt came next as she tugged on the buckle to release it from the hole with a clank. “These things are pretty heavy.”
“Yeah, but they do a good job of holding up a pair of jeans.”
“I don’t want it to hold anything up at the moment.”
“Neither do I. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. It feels like it’s been ages.”
“It’s only been a day.”
He skimmed his hands down her arms as she worked on his belt. “I know, but I’ve been thinking about it all day. My dick has been so hard for you, I almost had to take care of my problem myself. I haven’t had to do that for some time.”
Once she had the zipper down, she shoved his pants to the floor, releasing the impressive length of his cock to her hand. She loved his cock. The length seemed to fit just right in her palm, her mouth or her pussy. A soft moan escaped his lips as she palmed him.
“Nice. I like when you make those soft little moaning sounds.”
“Kind of like when you make the mewing sounds I like so much,” he whispered, guiding her hand to the rhythm he liked as she cupped his balls. “Like a little kitten looking for its mother.”
“This kitten has claws.” She raked her nails down the length of his cock.
“Oh yes, she does.”
He shivered, earning a smile from her. She loved torturing him beyond his control, just a little. It made him a man she could do such delicious things with and not feel guilty about her weird sense of need in the bedroom.
When she finally got him fully undressed, she turned toward the shower to step inside. Hot water cascaded down over her head as she dunked herself under the spray. Warm hands covered her breasts, kneading the flesh. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and first finger as she groaned deep in her throat. No mewing sounds when he did that. Those earned a hearty groan of satisfaction.
“Your breasts are very sensitive.”
“Yes they are.”
“I love them.”
“I’m glad.” She reached for his cock to palm the long, thick shaft, earning another moan from him. “I like your dick.”
“Such a dirty mouth.”
“No, I just believe in calling it what it is. It’s a dick or cock and I enjoy it very much.” A few pumps of her hand had him swelling even further while she managed to massage his balls.
“I love it when you touch my balls.”
“Good.” She dropped to her knees right before she enveloped his cock in her mouth. The indescribable sounds coming from his mouth made her hotter. She loved giving head to a guy who appreciated the talent a woman had when they sucked them off or just brought them to a higher plane of pleasure. She wouldn’t suck him to completion this time. Nope. She wanted all his hard flesh deep inside her pussy when he exploded in rapture, but she’d make sure he was good and hard when that happened.
After several minutes, she stood again, taking his mouth with hers. She wondered if he thought it was sexy to taste himself on her tongue like she did. It made her hotter to taste her essence in his mouth when he went down on her. Too bad he wouldn’t be able to do that in the shower. The confined quarters made it impossible.
Their tongues dueled from her mouth to his and back again in the most erotic dance she’d ever witnessed. She loved kissing him so passionately he lost control and ground his mouth against hers. Rough sex turned her on. Forcing a man to lose it while they had sex brought her desire to the peak.
When she finally moved her head to his ear, she growled. “Fuck me hard.”
He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her until she could wrap her legs around his hips. His cock slipped into her pussy easily thanks to the cum dripping from her pussy. She wanted him so badly, she ached from it.
With her back braced against the tile wall of the shower, he fucked her so hard she groaned with each thrust of his hips.
“Play with your clit. I love to watch you come.”
“It won’t take much.”
“Good. You come now, then we can fuck again in your bed after we finish the shower.”
“I like it.”
She reached down between them to finger her clit as he kept them fucking against the wall. The slap, slap, slap of wet flesh made her desire soar while she brought herself to brink with her fingertip massaging her clit. The friction was enough to send her over, but when he whispered, “Come for me,” in her ear, she lost all control over holding back her orgasm.
She moaned his name in his ear as she spasmed around the thick cock inside her. Fullness stretched every inch of her pussy to accommo
date the length and girth of his cock. He wasn’t a small man by any means. It felt so good to have him inside her, she didn’t want it to end, but end it would as he pumped his hips a few more times and filled her with his cum.
His whole body shook from the extent of his climax as he released her legs so she could stand on her own. “That was…”
“Awesome? Fantastic? Mind blowing?”
“All of the above, but I can’t wait to do it again.”
She grabbed the soap and began to lather up the hair on his chest. A little hair there just turned her inside out. These guys who waxed did nothing for her. “I love chest hair.”
“Good thing I have some then, eh?”
She skimmed her fingernail over his nipples, watching in fascination as they pebble into hard points. Apparently, men had sensitive nipples too. “I like your chest. It’s just right. Nice pecs. A little hair. Sensitive nipples. It’s perfect.”
“Thanks, but I really like yours.”
The hair on his chest abraded her nipples deliciously when he leaned in and rubbed it across the tips of her breasts. “Oh. I like it when you do that.”
“How about when I do this?” He dipped his hand between her thighs, pulling her pussy lips apart as he drove a finger into her.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh yeah.”
“Let’s take this into your bedroom,” he said, slowly removing his finger from inside her.
She rinsed quickly and shut the water off. He grabbed two towels from the rack, handing her one to dry off with before he stepped out onto the bathmat. After he wrapped the towel around his tempting hips, he headed for the door as she quickly wiped the water from her body. She couldn’t wait to get him between her thighs again. She had it bad it seemed, for one hunky Young brother.
Lordy, I’m in trouble.
Chapter Eight
Jason sat on his horse’s back surveying the surrounding herd of cattle. Today was his turn to bring his family’s herd down from the north pasture into the south area for grazing. It was a never ending thing with a cattle farm, but one he enjoyed immensely. He took a lot of pride in his work, but he hoped soon he would be able to leave working for his family and just do his own thing with his cattle and bucking bulls.
“Hey!” Jeff rode up beside him. “Is this all of them?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. Seems short. Did you count them?”
“Of course I counted them, dipshit. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were, Jason. What bit you in the ass to make you so bitchy?”
“Nothing.”
Jeff leaned on the pommel of his saddle with a grin across his lips. “A woman?”
Jason pushed his hat back on his head with his finger as he squinted into the afternoon sun. “Hell no.”
“I know that voice. It is a woman. Let’s see if I can guess who.” Jeff leaned back and said, “Peyton Matthews?”
“Leave Peyton out of this.” Jeff grinned, the silly fool. Just because he was happily encased in a relationship with a nice girl didn’t mean the rest of them had to be.
“So it is her.” He slapped Jason on the back, earning himself a punch in the arm. “Easy man. There’s nothing wrong with being a little woman crazy.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Got an itch to be between her pretty thighs, I’m guessing.”
“Shut up, Jeff.”
“What’s wrong with that? We all need a little pussy once in a while, even you.”
“I’m warning you. Back off.”
“I bet it’s been what? About a week since you’ve been inside her. I know the feeling, buddy. I need it at least a couple of times a week from Terri, otherwise I go batshit crazy.”
“I don’t need to hear about your sex life, Jeff. Let it be.”
“But you’re my brother. I’m giving you brotherly advice. Take the afternoon off and go get laid.”
“You are letting me blow off work for pussy?”
“If you are as uptight as you sound, yeah. You need it.” Jeff pulled his horse around to head back to the house. “Take my advice. Invite her over for dinner, a little wine, some flowers, you know. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how to wine and dine your woman.”
“She’s not my woman.”
“But you want her to be or you wouldn’t be all tied up in knots over her.”
“No I don’t. I don’t need a woman.”
“Yeah. Okay. Why don’t I believe you, brother?” Jeff laughed as he kicked his horse into a gallop and headed back to the house.
“Fucker.”
But what Jeff said had a ring of truth to it. He did want Peyton. Badly. It never seemed to get better either. They no sooner made love and he wanted her again. Whoa! Where did that come from? Made love? He thought it was simply sex, but the more he thought about it, the more he realize yeah, it hard turned into making love with her, not just sex.
Wow.
He kicked his horse to circle the herd again to double check the count since it was his job to make sure they all made it down from the pasture.
A few minutes later, Joel rode up. Jesus. What is this, get Jason a girlfriend day?
“What’s up, Joel?”
“Not much. I figured I’d check on you. You seem distracted at breakfast.”
“I was. Got a lot on my mind.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep.” Jason leaned into the saddle, resting his forearm across the pommel.
“Like what?”
“Same shit, different day.”
“Woman troubles?”
“Why the fuck does everyone think I’m having woman troubles? I’m not. I’m getting laid on a regular basis by a pretty gorgeous woman. We aren’t serious so get that thought out of your head. It’s just making love!”
One dark eyebrow rose over Joel’s left eye. “Making love?”
“Having sex. Same thing.”
Joel laughed as he tipped his cowboy hat forward on his head. “No it’s not, brother. If you are calling it making love, you’re in deeper than you think. Trust me on that one. I thought the same damned thing until Mesa went home and I realized I didn’t want to live without her.”
“That’s you, brother, not me. I don’t need a woman and the woman doesn’t need me. She’s already told me as much.”
“Did she?”
“Yeah. The night I got this nice shiner I’m still sporting the remnants of, when I tried to step in and help her at the bar. I don’t need a hero, she said.”
“Maybe she thinks she doesn’t, but she really liked having you there for her.”
“Don’t get philosophical on me, Joel. It’s not like you have a ton of women experience.”
“I didn’t need any when I found Mesa. I just knew.”
“Oh yeah, like a bolt of lightning. You just knew she was the one.”
“Well no, but talking to Mom helped. She showed me what I was missing if I walked away from Mesa.”
“Mom has already given me the daughter-in-law speech.”
“She has? Well then you are one step ahead of where you need to be. Peyton is a nice girl. You could do worse.”
“But Peyton doesn’t want anything beyond friends with benefits.”
“Yeah, I thought that too, before Mesa walked away and I realized I didn’t like the thought of her sleeping with anyone else.”
Jason frowned as he took off his hat and swiped his fingers through his sweaty hair. It was hot today, even early summer in Bandera tended to be that way. “So what are you doing out here besides lecturing me on women?”
“Jeff asked me to relieve you so you could skip out and get laid.”
“He’s such a pain in the ass now that he’s getting some regular like.”
Joel grinned. “He has your best interest at heart and you know if you stay out here, Peyton is gonna find someone else soon enough to fulfill those desires swimming in her veins. She’s a feisty one.”
“Fuck that! She
ain’t getting some from anyone but me!”
The ring of Joel’s laughter echoed off the rocks as Jason kicked his horse into a full gallop headed back to the main house. He quickly calculated in his brain how long it would take to unsaddle his horse, brush him down, head back to his house, get a shower in, and call Peyton with an invitation for dinner. He had approximately one hour to get everything done before it got too late to invite her.
He hoped she wasn’t working the bar tonight. That would throw a whole new wrench in the plans.
When Jason rode into the barn, Jeff stood next to his horse, brushing the gelding down as he glanced over at Jason.
“Don’t say a word.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“No, but I can tell you’re thinking about it.”
Jeff grinned, continuing to brush his horse down as he whistled softly under his breath.
The minute Jason had his horse’s tack off, he quickly brushed the animal down and stabled him. Lucky for him, he hadn’t worked the animal very hard today, and damn it, he was in a hurry.
Once he reached his truck, he slid inside, pulled out his cell phone and dialed Peyton’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
“Hi Jason. What’s up?”
“I thought we could get together tonight for a little dinner at my place.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah. I’ll cook. I want to wine and dine you.”
“Like a date?”
“Uh, sure. Why not?”
“Well, we really haven’t been on a date.”
“I know. I thought this was a good place to start.”
She sounded unsure when she replied, “Uh, okay, I guess.”
His heart plummeted into his belly, forming a knot he didn’t like. “If you don’t want to, just say so.”
“No, I do, it’s just…”
“What?”
“I had plans tonight.”
“Plans?”
“Yeah.”
She had plans. What the fuck?
“Like what? To wash your hair?” he growled. Surely she wasn’t seeing anyone else, was she?
“I planned to spend the evening with a couple friends watching movies in our PJs, eating popcorn and ice cream, and just having a girl’s night, but it’s fine. I can cancel.”
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