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

  Then his finger stroked her clit and her world ignited. She yelled out her pleasure as her sheath convulsed around him. His shout barely penetrated her consciousness, but the heat of his cum exploded within her like gasoline added to a raging fire. She screamed as the inferno engulfed them, taking them together in an exquisite blaze.

  As she floated back to earth like a piece of ash, Wade pulled her up and hugged her tight, his breathing as rough as hers. For the first time in her life, she felt cherished, taken care of. It was a tempting place to be.

  WADE HELD KENDRA in his arms, loving the feel of her relaxed against him. He was hooked on her, from enjoying her passion, to her stoic strength, to her insecurity about revealing a perceived deformity. All these facets and more drew him closer to her, like he’d been hypnotized by an Arizona peridot.

  Was he being naïve again like he’d been in college? She’d obviously had a full life so far. One he couldn’t imagine living, nor did he want to, but having her in his arms made him want to stay with her. He could almost hear Dale now, telling him he was a fool.

  Ignoring that voice of reason, he kissed her hair, inhaling the flowery-nut scent that caused his cock to stir to life again. His brain and his heart could argue all day if he let them, but his cock was absolutely sure about her.

  She lifted her head, eyes wide. “You want more?”

  He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yes. That is one of my many flaws. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Her chest rose with her intake of breath, but it was the squeezing of her sheath that had him moving. Grasping her hips, he hauled her off him.

  “Oh.” Her disappointment stoked his ego, but the cool air after being inside her was harsh against his dick. Pulling a bandana out of his back pocket, he wrapped the used condom and put it aside. He produced another one and waved it in front of her. “I’ll just put this here because we’re going to need it.

  She stepped between his legs again. “Good, I’m already cooling off.”

  “We can’t have that.” Grasping her waist, he lifted his face to nuzzle beneath her left breast. Playfully, he licked his way to her areola and finally took the taught nipple between his teeth. Lightly, he nibbled.

  She jerked away. “You make me hot too fast.”

  “There’s no such thing as too fast. Now take off your boots.”

  He sensed the second she tensed.

  “Because there won’t be room for your boots.” He wiggled his brows to help her relax.

  Reluctantly, she did as requested. In the glow of the garage’s emergency lights that shone through the stagecoach windows, he viewed the damage done to her calf. A third of it was gone, but the tissue was well scarred over from the intervening years. Still, he could understand why a woman would be self-conscious. He’d bet high school in particular had been hard for her.

  She stood, leaning on her right hip. Aha. That stance was her “tell.” It signaled she was uncomfortable for one reason or another. It wouldn’t be obvious while sitting at a poker table. No wonder she’d been so successful. The question was, why was she uncomfortable now?

  “I’m not so sure I like you being in charge.”

  He grinned. So the lady enjoyed being the boss. “I think it only fair I have a turn.”

  “What do you mean? You just—”

  “No, you controlled our pleasure and I have to admit, you are excellent at it.”

  The blush that rose to her cheeks reminded him of the perfect color of her pussy folds. He gestured to the floor with his hand in invitation. “If you would be willing to get on your hands and knees, I can try to match your skill.”

  She sighed. “If you insist.”

  He couldn’t see her face, but he sensed her willingness. She was playing once again. He loved that she was comfortable with him when they made love. He learned more about her during sex than any other time.

  As she knelt, he yanked off his boots then stood as best he could in the confines of the coach and dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor.

  He’d only reached the second button of his shirt when she presented him with her ass. His cock jumped to attention at the offering, and he pulled his shirt over his head. Kneeling behind her, he stroked his hand down her spine to the base of her crease. Her body remained still, but he could smell her anticipation. Lightly, he continued his travel with two fingers, barely spreading her cheeks. When he reached her pussy, he stopped, made her wait, building her need.

  His own body responded as well and he wouldn’t be able to tease for much longer, but he wanted her ready for him. His stomach tensed with concern. This position would put him deeper, and with her small size, he wanted to be sure she was loose enough. He wouldn’t hurt her, no matter how much he wanted this.

  “Wade, don’t stop.” Her breathy voice made his cock harden further in anticipation.

  “Very well. If you insist.” He smiled as he threw her words back at her, but lost interest in being amusing as soon as his fingers sank inside her. He pushed them as far as they would go, but she still pressed back, wanting more. The tightness in his gut relaxed.

  Withdrawing his fingers from her sheath, he swirled her own juices against her clit, her body writhing against him.

  “Wade, I can’t wait much longer. Sink that hard cock of yours inside me now.”

  He didn’t stop circling her clit. “I thought you were going to allow me to be in charge this time.”

  She pulled away from his hands and looked back at him. “Please.”

  He bent low and kissed her ass. “Okay.”

  She dropped her head between her arms. “Thank you.”

  He grabbed the condom from the seat and put it on. Bringing her hips closer, he nudged her in to the position he wanted. Slowly, he entered, pushing, stretching her until he came to her end. He took a deep breath to keep from moving. “Are you good?”

  “Oh God, yes.” Quiet pants squeezed out around her words, her excitement fueling his own.

  He grasped her hips and pressed forward a little more.

  Her moan of pleasure was all he needed to hear. He gripped her shoulder with one hand. If he was right about the stagecoach, they were in for the ride of their lives. Pulling his hips back until only his tip was still inside her, he dove back in. He repeated his action, only a bit faster this time. The slight movement of the coach forward and back had him grinning. “Hold on.”

  Grasping her ass with his other hand, he pulled back and thrust his cock deep inside. The coach pitched.

  “Oh wow.” Kendra’s vocal pleasure was echoed inside her sheath as it squeezed him.

  Sharp pleasure shot from his balls to his ass. Relieved it wouldn’t hurt her, he thrust again. The jolt of ecstasy as they rocked stole his breath for a second. It was far too good. He drove into her again and again. The motion of the stagecoach making their bodies collide. Each plunge inside her brought him to her cervix then sucked at him as they separated. A cushion of air built inside, adding sensation to every inch of his cock, sending waves of pressure throughout his groin.

  He found a rhythm with the stagecoach and held on to her as they rocked and pitched, her mewling sounds of pleasure growing in volume. Then her sheath spasmed and he couldn’t hold back. He pounded into her, grasping her hips tight against him as his body jerked with his release.

  He collapsed over her, holding on to a seat to keep from crushing her.

  Her body gave a tiny shudder. “So that’s why I never sold this thing.”

  He chuckled against her, unable to find the strength for the laugh she deserved. “Don’t. I think this has become my favorite spot on the whole resort.”

  “Hmm, mine too. Did you know it would do that? I mean make it so…”

  “Overwhelming? I guessed it might, but had no idea it could be that good.”

  She sighed. “When I’m with you, I forget everything.”

  “Then I can’t be that boring.” He pushed his hips against her ass for emphasis.

  “Oh.�
�� She turned her head toward him. “I willingly retract my boring remark. However, that was perfect.”

  *

  KENDRA WALKED INTO the dining area, thankful she’d had the forethought to build in a generator at least for the main building. As she approached the table, conversation stopped.

  Billy jumped up and pulled out a chair. “I gots a special chair reserved just for you.” His toothy smile was too adorable to ignore as was his gentlemanly gesture. Had he been taking lessons from Wade?

  “Thank you.” She sat and her staff went back to eating. Across from her, Wade, sporting a Band-Aid above his eyebrow, gave her a look of approval. She smiled at him in acknowledgement. He had suggested she try to join her staff at least once a week for dinner. It was good advice.

  Pouring herself a glass of lemonade from the pitcher on the table, she covertly studied everyone. Billy chatted with Lacey and Powell while Adriana showed Wade her latest earrings. Kendra couldn’t ask for a better staff. Maybe a few more, but not better.

  Selma bustled through the doorway, a steaming plate of fajita meat in her hands. “It’s about time you fucking joined us.”

  Kendra grinned when her cook piled a large flour tortilla with the seasoned meat and pushed it toward her.

  “Now eat.”

  “I will, in a moment. Please. Sit.”

  Selma raised her brow but consented to take her seat. Kendra stood, raising her glass. “I have an announcement to make.”

  Everyone quieted instantly.

  “As you know our first guests arrive tomorrow.”

  “They do?” Powell frowned. “I wish someone had told me.”

  Oh damn, she must have forgotten to tell him specifically. “I’m sorry. I should have made sure you knew.” She glanced at Wade. Another good reason for her to have dinner with her staff since that was the only time they were all together at once.

  Powell shook his head. “But we have no electricity. I thought you agreed with the sheriff you would wait another month.”

  She stared at her security guard. “What? No, I never agreed to do as Sheriff Harper suggested.” She made sure to add emphasis to the fact Harper hadn’t told her she must wait. “And as for the power, thanks to Wade and a friend of his who works for the electric company, we should have it back on in a day or so.” No one needed to know the broken pole had never been reported, which meant there might not have been an accident either.

  Powell slumped back in his chair and pouted. He was so young. Was she wrong to trust him? “So to clarify…” She smiled at Powell. “We have four couples coming tomorrow. They are well aware of our electricity issue and were thrilled by the discount I gave them. I guess nudists aren’t particularly concerned with privacy and all four couples thought a slumber party in the great room was a grand way to open the resort.”

  Everyone chuckled at that. A few innuendos from Adriana added to the smiles and Kendra clinked her glass with her fork to recapture everyone’s attention.

  “As we have seen firsthand, by my failure to communicate with Powell, I cannot be everywhere at once, especially with guests here, so I have decided to promote Wade to manager of Poker Flat.”

  “All right!” Billy yelled. “Guess that mean he be staying more than three months.”

  Adriana gave him a hug. “Way to go, Cowboy.”

  “Thanks.” Wade took the congratulations humbly.

  Powell reached his hand across the table. “Congratulations.”

  As the two men shook, Selma rose and gave Wade a kiss on the cheek. Kendra relaxed. She’d been afraid her crew would be upset that the newest hired would be promoted. If Wade’s plan didn’t work and the person trying to keep her from opening didn’t try to blackmail him, she still had a great manager. She lifted her glass higher. “To Wade.”

  Everyone drank to her toast.

  Sitting down, she dove into her dinner. She added cheese, lettuce, and a little hot sauce to her fajita and wrapped it up tight. When she took a bite, her gazed locked with Wade’s. His knowing grin had her thinking once again he was a bit too full of himself, until the fajita flavors registered on her tongue. Her eyes closed and she couldn’t completely stifle the grown of pleasure. Selma needed a raise.

  When she opened her eyes, she found Wade’s eyebrow cocked. “Good, isn’t it?”

  Like you. Oh, so that was why he was so smug. “Okay, you were right, I need to eat with my staff more regularly. If not for the camaraderie then for Selma’s amazing food.” She’d raised her voice with her compliment and nodded to her cook.

  Selma grinned. “You are too skinny. Shit, you need to be here every night.”

  “Maybe I can.” Kendra winked at Wade. “Now that I have a manager.” Taking another bite of fajita, she looked over her outcasts. In some strange way, they all fit together well, even Mr. Perfect. The fact he had sex with his boss was a serious issue and one they would have to discuss. He gave a whole new meaning to sleeping his way to the top. She smiled before taking another bite.

  Wade was on contract now. He was worth the trouble of figuring out how to keep him employed and not have to hide their relationship. She’d talk to her lawyer.

  “Time for Tres Leches cake.” Selma stood and grabbed Wade’s shoulder. “Come, Cowboy. The cake’s heavy and my body doesn’t need me to carry it. Maybe eat it, but not carry it.”

  If Selma’s cake was even half as good as her churros, Kendra would find room for at least one bite and take the rest with her to her office. There were many benefits to eating with her staff that she’d missed.

  Wade graciously stood and followed the cook out.

  Kendra ogled him as he left. He really did have an awesome ass. Taking a sip of lemonade, she stared at the last bite of fajita. She was tempted to leave it just to enjoy the cake, but the thought of what Selma would say had her picking it up.

  Powell stood. “I’m going to get started on my rounds.”

  “You don’t want to stay for cake?”

  “No, I want to be sure everything is set for our guests tomorrow and with a flashlight,” he patted the side of his belt, “it will take a lot longer.”

  “Thank you. And again, I’m sorry I didn’t make sure you knew.”

  He settled the baseball cap more firmly on his head and nodded, then headed outside. He did look quite official in his uniform, almost like the sheriff.

  “Here. Everyone better fucking like this. It took me forever.” Selma set down plates and forks as Wade placed the large cake on the table.

  The cake was quickly distributed and all conversation ceased as the sweet, heavy dessert was devoured.

  Kendra ate two bites, but was too full to eat any more, so she picked up her plate as she stood. “Thank you, Selma, for an excellent meal.” She turned to everyone else. “Since this building is the only one with power, you are welcome to bunk down here, but you don’t have to. Just be sure to grab some linens to put on any couch you might use. Lacey can show you where they are. In the morning, we’ll clean up and prepare for our first guests, who shouldn’t arrive until after lunch. I’ll sleep in my office tonight.”

  Adriana snickered. “So what’s new?”

  Lacey piped in. “The sleeping part.”

  Kendra laughed. They knew her too well. “Point taken. See you all in the morning.” She glanced at Wade and waved to Billy then headed for her computer. She still had a few last-minute details to take care of, some of which included how she felt about her new manager and what to do about it.

  *

  “FIRE ME? YOU’RE joking, right?” Wade couldn’t believe his plan had worked so fast. He’d only been in his casita fifteen minutes. Just long enough to take off his hat and boots. “Why would she fire me? She just promoted me.”

  In the soft glow of Wade’s lantern, Powell looked uncomfortable, but he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pair of lavender panties. “I found these in the top drawer of your desk.”

  They were nothing like the pair Kendra had forgotten in th
e stagecoach. He’d stuffed those in the bottom draw of his desk until he could return them. Powell only had to go a few drawers down to actually find something incriminating. “So? What about those? They aren’t mine.”

  “Of course they aren’t.” Powell rolled his eyes. “They’re the boss’s. I don’t know how you got them.”

  The thought of how Powell had really obtained those had Wade gritting his teeth. Then again, they may not be hers at all. They could be just a pair Powell used to blackmail all the stable managers. Wade tried to relax. “And how do you know they’re the boss’s?”

  “Huh. Uh, well, they… I’ve seen them in the laundry she left on the washer while I was doing my rounds. And if she knows I found these in your desk, she’ll fire you.”

  Wade turned away, not willing to let the man see the laughter that was sure to be in his eyes. “But you have no proof you found them in my desk.”

  “I have a picture.”

  Wade turned at that. “Really? Let me see it.”

  Pulling the phone from his back pocket, Powell opened the photo. Wade attempted to take the phone to see it.

  Powell held on to it. “You can look, but you can’t delete it.”

  He shrugged. “Fine.”

  The panties shone bright in his top drawer, the rest of the area very dark, probably because Powell had taken the photo tonight by the glow of a flashlight. Wade would bet with the other men, Powell confronted them in the office. He must be desperate to try this stunt.

  Wade shrugged. “So? Who’s to say you didn’t put them in there? I’m not going to quit because you’re jealous of my promotion.”

  The security guard’s blank face revealed everything. He couldn’t have cared less about the promotion. Then what the hell was his reason for the blackmailing?

  “I’m not jealous. If you don’t quit, I’ll show the boss what I found. I’m trying to give you a chance to take the manly way out.”

  Something about Powell’s phrasing sounded wrong, but Wade couldn’t put his finger on what it was. “The manly thing to do would be to confess, not quit. I don’t plan to do either.”