Cowboy 12 Pack

by Cynthia D’Alba, Paige Tyler, Elle James, Donna Michaels, Shoshanna Evers, Randi Alexander, Cora Seton, Beth Williamson, Sabrina York, Sable Hunter, Lexi Post, Becky McGraw

  Avery let her head fall back and she lifted her hips slightly, canting them, offering everything she had. When his fingers finally dipped into her wet, bare slit, her eyes widened and she bucked just a little under his hand. “Easy, love, this is gonna feel so good.” Isaac swirled his fingers in the lush softness of her vagina. She was slick and hot, and when he looked into her face, he saw all the trust in the world. It humbled him. Pressing a kiss into her deep cleavage, he gentled her with reassuring words. “You like what I’m doing to you, baby?” Avery bit down on her lip with force and nodded. Isaac pushed his middle finger into her and she almost came out of her skin. “You’re so wet and swollen.” He wiggled his finger inside of her. Avery’s entire body shuddered. “You want me, don’t you?” Avery mutely nodded her head. “Do you like being under my control?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. He couldn’t help but smile. Who knew his good little girl would be so responsive? Her breath hitched as he pumped his finger in and out, rubbing her slit, luxuriously spreading her cream before he added a second finger.

  “Do you like this as much as I do?”

  “Yes, Isaac…but I …” Her body gave its own answer. Isaac watched a rose red flush of excitement wash over her breasts and up her neck. What a treasure she was!

  “Yes, but what?” Whatever she asked for was hers. No question about it. “Tell me, Honey.”

  “It feels really good. But, I…don’t know.” He held her gaze, willing her to ask him for what she wanted. “It makes me want…more!”

  “More?” He pushed his fingers up inside of her, hunting that magic spot that would turn her world upside down. At the same time, he took his thumb and found her sensitive button and began to strum it. “Is this want you wanted?”

  “Yea, yea.” She gasped. “I think that’s it.” Her expression was one of wonder. Isaac had never enjoyed turning on a woman this much before. To up the ante, he bent his head and closed his lips around her nipple and began to draw on it with strong pulls. All the while he stimulated her with his finger, moving in and out, massaging her clit, watching her flare like fireworks. Isaac’s manhood was so engorged, it was pushing against his zipper like an inflating airbag. If it had been any other woman, he would have thrown her down and buried himself to the hilt. But this was the one woman he cared about most, and watching her climax was going to be the single most erotic experience of his life. Her whole little body started to shake. Sweet little moans escaped her lips. Determined to push her over the edge, he bit softly at her nipple as he kneaded her vulva with his hand. Avery lost it. “God! Isaac!” Throwing her arms around his neck, she pushed her nipple further into his mouth as she squeezed her legs together trying to trap his hand right where she wanted it. Watching her fly apart was the hottest thing he’d ever seen and chastising her for moving her hands never even crossed his mind. All of his fantasies had been right on the money. Touching Avery was freakin’ unbelievable.

  “Thank you, Isaac.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder so sweetly he couldn’t resist kissing her, long, slow, and deep. “May I please you?”

  He only delayed a moment. Tomorrow might hold a world of regret, but having Avery in his arms, safe and sound, was too miraculous to resist. “Get on your knees and undo my pants.”

  The commanding tone wasn’t lost on Avery. She didn’t understand it, but she complied immediately. This was the moment she had been waiting an eternity for. Going to her knees, she tried to hide the fact that her hands were trembling as she unbuckled his belt. Concentrating, she began tugging at the fastening of his jeans. She was too nervous and after failing twice, she rested her head on his knee, too shaken and embarrassed to face him. He would never believe she had any experience or could be what he wanted, if she couldn’t even unbutton his jeans! “I’m not very good at this,” she admitted, shamefully.

  Any other time, Isaac would have used the admission against her, but at this moment denying her was impossible. He had to feel her lips on him. His body, heart and soul weren’t giving him a choice. Stroking her cheek, he cajoled. “You’re perfect.”

  Glancing at him, she wanted to pinch herself. Was she really here, kneeling at Isaac’s feet? Heavens, he was beautiful. The trademark McCoy good looks were magnified in this brother. He was a deadly combination of ruggedness and masculinity. Yet, he possessed a sweet spirit that few men had. Oh, he did everything he knew to hide it, especially from her. But she had watched him with children and animals, how he dealt with his brothers and how he always went out of his way to help people. The Biker bad-boy was an angel who’d been rescued from the fall, and in her book, he could do no wrong. His face was chiseled with high cheekbones, an angular jaw and eyes so blue she felt like she was gazing at sapphires. And those lips had taken her to the gates of heaven. God, she wanted him so much. What could she say to make him want her back? “Isaac, will you kiss me?”

  Without hesitation, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, sliding his lips across hers. Shivers of delight moved over her body. “Your lips are like candy. But what I want to do now is look at you while you love on me.

  Avery felt her skin go hot.

  “Damn, you’re sexy when you go all pink and flushed.” He stole another quick kiss, laughing as she rose up, following him, wanting more. “Uh-uh. I need something else, Love. You’ve taken me too far. I have to feel your lips on me or I’ll go crazy.”

  Determined to please him, she reached for the button, but this time he helped her, pulling the tab of the zipper down until the firmness of his erection was right in front of her. All she could see was the shape of it, thick and long behind the white of his underwear and a drop of wetness drew her hand. She laid her palm on top of it, molding it, amazed that she could feel his heat. “Oh, Isaac, I want you so much.” At her admission, Isaac groaned audibly.

  They both worked to tug on his pants legs until the jeans were far enough down so Avery could make herself at home. Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off her jiggling breasts. They moved like a dream and she was excited. There was no missing that fact. Her nipples were hard and swollen, and if he weren’t in such need, he would have pulled her up and sucked some more. God, he never knew he had a breast fetish. But, he guessed he did. Or an Avery fetish might be more like it.

  While he was contemplating his needs and desires, Avery surprised him and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he covered her hands with his, she begged. “Please? I just want to look at you.” The desire in her eyes was his undoing. Isaac almost popped off a couple of the tiny black buttons, helping her. Libby was gonna fuss at him if she had to sew them back on. When it was all undone, he whipped it around and tossed it and the vest to the floor. Avery stared and licked her lips. “Isaac. Oh, Isaac.” She pressed both palms on his pecs and began to rub. “As it says in the Psalms, you are magnificently and wonderfully made. I could just eat you up.” Without waiting for an invitation, she mimicked his earlier action and rubbed her mouth across one copper colored nipple before circling it with her tongue.

  “Enough!” He framed her face and stopped her erotic play before he embarrassed himself by shooting his wad in his shorts. “I need your attention to be focused a little lower down.”

  “On your penis?” Her delicate way of speaking made him smile.

  “Say it, Avery. Any woman who is about to give a man a blowjob ought to be able to call a spade a spade.” She looked at him skeptically, but the pulse point at her neck was visible and fluttering like a butterfly behind silk.

  She gulped, but gave it a shot. “Your…cock.” As soon as the words left her lips, she smiled in triumph and Isaac’s heart did a swan dive. Damn, if he didn’t toughen up toward this little darlin’, she was gonna completely ruin his Badass Dom reputation. “Free me,” he directed gruffly. Turning her attention to his rapidly expanding manhood, she set out to divest him of his briefs. The look of concentration on her face was priceless. At the corner of her mouth, a little pink tongue emerged. And when she unveiled hi
m and gasped at what she’d uncovered, he thought she was the cutest, sweetest thing he had ever seen. “Goodness!”

  Isaac forced himself to be still and just enjoy. Avery held out her hand, fingers almost touching his member, as if she expected it to jump up and grab her. And he was so hard, he just might. She let out a harsh breath and ran a finger from base to head, tracing the ridges and veins. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed. With tender care she circled the swollen plum head and gasped when it jumped in her hand. She measured it, holding it up to his belly and against her palm. Isaac didn’t know how much more he could stand. “Avery if you don’t get down to business, I’m gonna expire from sheer exasperation.”

  She locked eyes with Isaac as she carefully wrapped her hand around his rod and squeezed. “You are so hard and hot,” she moaned as she whispered the words. Moving her fist up and down, she watched his face as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Does that feel good?” she asked, needing to know she was doing it right.

  “Hell, yes,” he hissed. “But I need your mouth. I need you to suck me.” Honesty, he believed in honesty. She pumped him twice more, her hips working back and forth in an agitated motion. “What’s wrong?” He knew, but he wanted her to tell him.

  “I feel needy, like I did when you were touching me a bit ago.”

  Her confession mesmerized him. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” he promised. When she reached between his legs and found his balls, his breath hissed from between clenched teeth. Yes, he’d give her what she needed, but not right yet. “God Almighty!” She was killing him.

  “They’re so hard and big.” She rolled his testicles between her fingers and his hips lifted, begging for more. “Avery….” he warned.

  “Don’t worry.” She smiled at him and wiggled as if hunting a comfortable spot. “I can do this. I’ve been practicing.”

  Practicing? What the hell? Isaac started to think what that might mean, but when she covered the head with her warm, wet, velvety mouth, his mind went absolutely blank. And when she began to suck, while stroking him with that magic little hand of hers… “Holy hell!”

  Avery stopped what she was doing, “Isaac? Did I do it wrong?” She looked at him with fear in her eyes. Had she displeased him?

  “Hell, no, it’s too good. More!” he demanded. With a renewed sense of confidence she continued to love him. Taking him deep like she had been taught, she swirled her tongue, licked and sucked, pumping him with her fist with one hand and caressing his sac with the other. The girls at the brothel had promised her she could please Isaac this way. So Avery put her whole heart into it and every time he grunted or moaned or ran an approving hand down the side of her head, she wanted to beam. But her mouth was too busy for smiling. Other parts of her were getting downright perky; her nipples were peaking, her clitoris was throbbing and she was feeling wet and wiggly. If this operation didn’t require two hands, she would touch herself to find some relief.

  Isaac’s whole body shook. Jesus! She was killing him! And, by God, she was beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Never in his life had he expected to see the erotic scene before him, his Avery Rose on her knees, at his feet with a look of absolute wonder on her face. Her lips were stretched around his thickness and she was making the sweetest most contented little sucking noises. There was no way in hell he could last. “You’re so good, angel.” His words were barely coherent, coming out more as growls, but she seemed to understand. Her big eyes found his and Isaac recorded the image forever. Was there ever a more beautiful sight than your woman looking up at you, beseechingly, while she gifted you with ecstasy? “Take me to heaven, Avery.” A tiny nod. She understood. She closed her eyes, bobbed her mouth and sucked harder. Circling her fingers loosely at the root, she pumped him in rapid, short strokes.

  “Hell, yeah! I’m fixing to come. Let me.” He tried to pull himself out of her mouth, but she pushed back on his hand. “Damn!” He hadn’t expected that. Hell, he hadn’t expected any of this. Twisting those fat ringlets around his hand, he anchored her to him, so she wasn’t going anywhere. With a rough groan, he closed his eyes, lost in perfect bliss. Almost. Almost. “God!” Jets of his hot essence boiled up from his balls and erupted into her sweet mouth. He could feel her swallowing around him, and Lord help him, she swallowed every drop. He never would’ve dreamed of this happening in a million years. Her small hands were caressing his thighs. She was petting him, touching him like he was something special.

  Special? Him? Heck, yea he was something else all right. This was Avery. What had just happened? Had he lost his mind? She was holding his rod and licking it from base to tip like an all-day sucker. And he wanted more, he wanted it all. Isaac wanted to dominate her until she begged him to take her, over and over again. Impossible! “Stop!” Isaac got up so fast he knocked her sprawling. “Damn…” He started to help her up, but she scrambled away from him with a confused look on her face.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked him. Her heart was in her eyes and he felt like a heel. “Did I do it wrong?”

  “This was a mistake, Avery. I never should have come here. We never should have done this.” He redressed quickly. It hurt his heart to see her rise from the floor and cross her arms over her breasts. A few moments ago she had been completely at ease with her nudity, and now she seemed ashamed. “Look, this isn’t you, it’s me.”

  At the age-old cop-out, she choked out a half-laugh, half-sob. “Isaac, I thought we…” Her voice trailed off as he turned to walk away. “Wait!” She followed him, padding across the motel room floor in her bare feet. “What did I do?”

  Isaac stopped. They stood frozen, him a few feet in front of her with his back to her. He didn’t turn around. “This shouldn’t have happened. We’re too different. Our worlds are too far apart.”

  “It doesn’t feel like they’re far apart. I think our worlds collided quite nicely a few moments ago, Isaac.” She didn’t intend to plead, but she couldn’t help it. “I’ve changed. For you.” She walked up right behind him and touched his arm. “Please.” Damn! “This is for your own good. I’m not the man for you.” Resolutely, he continued to the door. “You’ll see that I’m right. You’ll meet a nice guy, someone who can be what you need.” Avery didn’t move.

  “You’re wrong, Isaac. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.” He opened the door and she wanted to pull him back, beg him to stay. But she didn’t. “I could be the kind of woman you wanted, if you’d just give me the chance.”

  With a heavy sigh, Isaac leaned his head on the doorjamb as if he were regretting ever coming to her at all. She thought she would die.

  “Listen, you’re a sweet girl. And I wish things were different, but you need a suit and tie, a banker, an insurance salesman, you need respectability.” Casting one last look over his shoulder, Isaac summed up the problem as he saw it. “You need to go home to your parents. You don’t want me. I’m no good for you.” Then, he was gone.

  Avery didn’t know whether to scream or cry. “You don’t know what I want, Isaac McCoy.” This had been the best experience of her life and she wanted to have it again and again. Whirling around, she walked to the bed, her mind in turmoil. “Bankers and insurance salesmen leave me cold.” Mustering her courage, she stood up straight, wiped her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I want a Badass, Isaac. I want you. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  Chapter Three

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  COULD HE HAVE made a bigger mess if he’d tried? Deciding not to go back to the bar, he headed out of town. Tonight, Isaac needed to be near his family. Riding toward home, he hit his hand on the handlebars. Hard. Was he crazy? He’d just walked away from the best sex of his life. But the urge to dominate her had been stronger than he’d ever felt before with another woman. Isaac knew if they were ever together again, he would demand her complete submission and he couldn’t do her that way. She would never understand.

  Hell! What a mess he’d made! His i
ntention had only been to find her, make sure she was safe and caution her against putting herself in danger by coming into a place like Hardbodies alone. Okay, that wasn’t exactly what he’d said. He essentially told her she wasn’t welcome in his bar. But it wasn’t because he didn’t want her there. It was because he wanted her there too much.

  As he headed out on the ranch road, he tried to analyze exactly what had happened. Flashes of the paradise he’s just walked away from ate at him like acid. He hadn’t had sex with her, but it was a wonder. What he’d done was bad enough, but God it had been good. Carved into his memory was how creamy her little sex had been as he swirled his fingers around her clit and how tight she clasped his fingers. And making her climax had been better than coming himself. Isaac had never felt anything like the thrill of giving her pleasure. Even the fulfillment he gained from dominating didn’t even come close to this heaven. If only Avery could accept him as he really was, she would be his fantasy submissive. But that was asking for far too much. He knew that.

  As their encounter played through his mind, detail by erotic detail, he realized he was trying to block out one critical image—Avery’s eyes when he’d pushed her away. “Damn!” He’d been so intent on protecting her and worrying about his own shortcomings, he hadn’t considered what his actions might have done to her. Isaac forced himself to remember her face and how those big amethyst eyes had filled with tears. He’d hurt her. After she had placed herself so sweetly and trustingly in his hands, after she had given him the incredible gift of that intimate kiss—he had hurt her. God, what had he done?