Her Prada Cowboy: McCulloch County Series #1

by Simmons, Sabel

  When he trailed his lips lower down her chest, Angel turned on her stomach and leaned her chin on her hands for a better view.

  This must definitely be better than watching porn!

  His large hand wrapped around her blond hair and pulled, forcing her head back so that her boobs arched up to him.

  Holy shit, neighbor, you have some serious moves there. Just ease up on those hair. You don’t want to rip those extensions out!

  Angel held her breath as his lips aimed closer to her nipples. Her own nipples tingled in anticipation. As if it was her own he was about to feast on.

  Just as his lips reached for her nipple, Blondie’s eyes caught Angel watching them high above from the branch and screamed, shoving Noah away.

  “What the hell, Elrine?”

  Elrine pointed upwards, fury making her slightly slagging boobs jiggle. Angel watched with a grin, Noah with frustration.

  “I am not a cheap harlot to be made fun of Noah!”

  “What the blazes are you …”

  She shrieked furiously and pointed upwards again.

  He looked up and his dark green eyes met amused sky blue ones. His, glittered dangerously over the distance.

  Blondie huffed angrily and pulled her dress back over shoulders.

  “Now Elrine, this is a misun …”

  “Yes, Blondie, please don’t leave on my account. Who knows, I might just learn something! Do continue, neighbor. It was just becoming interesting!”

  Blondie shrieked and struggled to get on the horse. Noah cursed and walked over to assist her. He tried to pacify her, but when she snapped at him, he lost his patience and dumped her on the horse and slapped him on his rump. She shrieked and grabbed the reins, thundering away.

  “You are an asshole, Noah Cutter! You and your tree huggin’ bitch!”

  “Bitch! Hey! I take exception to that!”

  Noah’s head shut up as if only then remembering about her, and stalked back to the tree. His green eyes shot daggers at her.

  “Get down from there.”

  His voice was deadly quiet and furious.

  “Now why would I want to do that? I am quite comfortable and plan on watching the sunset from here.”

  “Woman! Get your ass down here now!”

  She smiled even wider, sat up to straddle the tree, her legs dangling on either side of the branch. She leaned her back against the trunk, her breast pressing forward enticingly.

  “As I said, I am …”

  “Very well, then I will come and get you.”

  Angel’s eyebrows rose amusingly. Him climb a tree, with his massive frame?

  “You climbed any trees lately, Cowboy? You’re a bit big for me to lift you on your horse if you fall and I have to get you help.”

  She heard his furious mumbles and was amazed at the speed with which the large muscled man climbed the tree. Just as he reached towards the branch next to hers, she swung her legs over and jumped onto the branch on the other side of the tree, quickly scuttling down to the ground.

  Noah cursed one continuous stream and started climbing down.

  “Don’t bloody move! I promise you, if I have to come chasin’ after you, you will regret it.”

  “Watch the language there, neighbor. You are in the presence of a lady, you know!”

  His vicious curse told her exactly what he thought of her status as a lady.

  Angel decided to do as he asked … or rather instructed, purely because she wanted to see those eyes up close when they’re angry.

  Damn, the man was gorgeous. He was sculptured perfection from top to bottom, even his face with its high cheekbones, strong chin and wide forehead. His nose was straight and in perfect symmetry with his wide, yet full mouth and straight eyebrows over his eyes that had the longest, thickest eyelashes she has ever seen on a man. His dark blonde hair with his sun bronzed skin made her mouth water. She watched the muscles ripple down his bare back as he climb down the tree, fury in every fiber. She only noticed now he was shirtless. His shoulders were wide and his arms as sculptured as the rest of him. He sported a tattoo on his right shoulder.

  As a precaution she pulled her pistol from her belt, just in case he needed to be kept at bay.

  Noah hit the ground and turned. Furious at the woman for interrupting what would have been a very satisfying romp with Elrine. One he desperately needed. This time of year was hectic and he hardly slept, let alone had time to find a woman for sex. For that matter, he has not had time for a good ride between a woman’s thighs in a good ten months!

  He stalked towards her, his intentions clear. She was going to pay for interrupting his afternoon of steamy sex! The next moment he froze in his steps when she cocked the pistol she was pointing at him. At his goddamned crotch! Where his cock throbbed and was as hard as that damn pistol’s barrel. It slammed to full arousal the moment he turned and slammed eyes on the dark haired siren in the shortest damn short he has ever seen with a checked shirt that was tied in a knot between her breasts. Clearly no bra covered those firm, full and round breasts.

  Her sky blue eyes were perfectly almond shaped in a delicate oval shaped face with a perfectly rounded chin and high cheekbones. She had a sweet straight nose over the sauciest, plump cupid lips. She was damn beautiful and tempting as sin.

  “You’re gonna shoot me know? On my own damn property!”

  “This is my property, buster!”

  Angel was breathless. She was still trying to recover from her first good look at that broad muscled chest and abs that looked to be sculptured in gold.

  “If you stood on the other side of the tree yes. This side is mine! So, I suggest you lower that pistol and quickly.”

  She looked him over and his cock twitched harder against his pants.

  “Hmm, shame … you seem to be in distress over there, neighbor. Anything I could help you with?”

  His breath hitched in his throat.

  Hot damn yes! Spread your thighs so I can fuck you hard!

  His thoughts must have been in his eyes because she took a step back and he took one forward. When her eyes met his, he froze. She was looking at him like she was about to eat him up, her eyes were that lusty.

  “Now here’s the thing, honey buns. I don’t see myself scratching the itch someone else caused.”

  Oh hell no, Angel face. This itch is all you!

  She walked closer as she spoke, waving him back with the pistol, he dutifully took a few steps back until his back came up against the wide tree trunk he just jumped from. She kept coming, the pistol still cocked and still pointed at his groin. She did not stop until she stood up against him. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her breath hot against his neck. She hardly reached his shoulders he was that tall.

  She ground her stomach against the hard ridge of his arousal and watched his eyes narrow dangerously. When he lifted his hands to grab her, he froze when he felt the barrel of the pistol pressing into his groin.

  “Goddammit woman! Un-cock that bloody pistol!”

  “Huhuh … hands, Cowboy … keep them to yourself. Now I am a reasonable woman, even though you threatened me, I am willing to offer you a small token of … relief. I mean I am the reason your rendezvous was cut short.”

  She fisted her hand in the short hair in the nape of his neck and pulled his head down. Her lips locked around his and her soft hot mouth moved sensually back and forth over his. Her tongue traced the seam between his lips and boldly pressed inside. She was not tentative, rather she was aggressive and pressed deep into his mouth. Noah had to hold on to the bark of the tree behind him not to come in his pants, like a bloody schoolboy!

  The damn woman was making love to his mouth. He has never felt the like and he wanted her to continue and never stop. Every lick, every thrust and every caress of her tongue shot directly to his groin. His cock growing harder and bigger still.

  Angel felt it too. She groaned and rotated her hips against his. The kiss went wild, especially when Noah took charge
and thrust his tongue so deep into her mouth, he touched the back of her throat. He sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth and drew on it relentlessly, causing her moans to increase in volume.

  Angel ripped her mouth from his and stepped back, totally breathless and her lips swollen from the rough and wild kiss. Noah was breathing hard his chest heaving. His cock bulged larger than life against his pants.

  “So, Cowboy, if you want me to scratch an itch that I caused, meet me here at midnight tonight.”

  Noah was still struggling to breathe and dissect the offer she made when she thundered away on her horse that had stood grazing a distance away.

  “You bloody better be here at midnight, Angel face, otherwise I will come and find you in your own bed!”

  Angel shivered at the promise in his voice, her core pulsing in need and anticipation.

  Oh, I’ll be here, Cowboy. It’s been years since I’ve had sex and you are just too gorgeous to run lose between all these Brady woman. I intend to make you mine, Noah Cutter … all mine!

  Angel had lived in Miami all her life. At no time in her life did she ever have a desire to move to Texas. She used to visit her Uncle quite often growing up and could ride a horse better than the best Rodeo Queen. She had a Master degree in Financial Banking and worked at the Miami Global bank as the Assistant Bank Manager. It came with a massive amount of challenges and malice. Especially from the men. She worked hard and got promoted rapidly within a short period of time. She got the Assistant Bank Manager position the year she turned twenty five. That in itself was what triggered the malice and lies.

  Inheriting her uncle’s Ranch shortly after she got the promotion was a shock. She did not want it, yet she could not sell it. His will bound her to accept and ensure its survival for at least five years before she was allowed to sell it.

  She gave instructions for the Ranch manager to continue as before and left it at that. Ranching was not up her ally. What possessed her uncle to give it to her, she would never know.

  It was a year later that her life became untangled. She was set up and accused of theft and fraud. She was fired without preamble. She managed to prove her innocence, but in the Banking Industry, allegations such as those stuck and they were not prepared to take her back. They believed, where there was smoke, there was fire and even though she was innocent this time, what was to say she would be the next time. Angel was devastated. All her hard work and dedication meant nothing. She worked sixteen hour days to get ahead and all for nothing. In the Corporate world, the charges ruined her career.

  And ended her engagement to Jonathan Brookes. Thinking back, as she handed the reins to the stable hand that was the least of what shattered her trust in what was fair. Jonathan was a CA and smoking hot, which was why she accepted his proposal. When he ended it, she was not even upset. She already knew by then she did not love him.

  She tried to keep her head held high, but when her parents stumbled under social pressure and stopped inviting her to their social parties, she gave up. She could not find a proper job in Miami apart from what she was totally over qualified for.

  She tried and lasted in Miami for two years thereafter. Then she found herself arriving on the Little Prairie … her Uncle’s Ranch she inherited, at the age of twenty eight.

  She has been here a measly two weeks and was actually starting to enjoy ranch life. There was no rush, traffic was a joy and most of all, she had no one she had to explain herself to.

  Angel had full trust in Jadiah Butler, the Ranch Manager who has been running the Ranch alongside her Uncle for the past twenty five years. The Ranch hands respected him and they managed to grow their cattle head and profit every year.

  She walked into the kitchen and smiled at Jadiah where he sat chatting to Emma, the cook and housekeeper. She has also been on the ranch forever and rather bossy to say the least.

  “’Bout time ye sassed that ass of your’s home. Where have ye been, dearie?” She wanted to know the moment Angel stepped foot in the door.

  “Up the creek. I wanted to watch the sunset.”

  “Gmphf, you know lass, you should tell me when you’re ridin’ off. What if som’thin’ happened and we didn’t know where you went?”

  “Sorry, Jadiah. I’m not used to telling people where I go. I’ll make sure to tell someone in future. What’s for dinner, Emma?”

  “Made some of that pasta stuff ye so fond off. ‘Cause that is way too light for the likes of this here lump of bones, so I made some steaks and potatoes as well. Oh … and that green leaves and tomatoes you always eat.”

  “Salad?”

  “Dearie that be no damn salad. Proper Texan salad fills your belly real nice, not float on the top like them green leaves do.”

  Dinner was a nice affair. Full of Texan slang, which Angel still does not always catch the meaning off. Jadiah and Emma kept snapping at each other, but underneath they had soft looks to lessen the sting.

  Angel went to her room for a long bubble bath and a proper ‘de-hair’ session. She dried her hair and left it hanging loose down her back. Standing in front of her cupboard she decided to take a leaf out of Noah’s Blondie’s book and pulled out a long loose maxi dress. It tightened around her neck with a golden chain and flowed softly to her feet. She drew it over her head and clipped in the chain.

  She was naked underneath. Angel has never felt so wicked, so wanton as she did right at that moment. She has never wanted a man as badly as she wanted Noah Cutter.

  Damn! Condoms! I hope he remembers! Lots of them!

  She sprayed a fresh Jasmine flavored perfume over her body and slipped on a pair of white sneakers. Sneaking away in a white flowing dress might be a bit tricky, but nothing was going to keep her from that creek.

  Just thinking of that hot and wild kiss they shared had heat flush down her body and wet her thighs.

  Half past eleven she trotted her horse bareback away from the Ranch house in the direction of the creek. The bright full moon offering more than adequate light for her to find her way. It was the one place on the ranch she knew how to find with her eyes closed.

  Writing as Linzi Basset

  Look out for The Metallic Dragon Series

  The Flame Dragon King - Chapter One

  The sweetest smell of Jasmine woke him from his deep sleep. His one eye opened and the large round, gold colored eye searched the cave chamber. It was pitch black, but the smell got stronger. Woke more than just him. It woke the demand to find his mate that has been hounding him for centuries. He rose in his full glory and stretched his muscles. The massive golden form slowly shriveling until a large muscled man stood in its wake. He was naked, his muscles rippling as he walked to the entrance of his sleeping chamber.

  He hesitated. A slither of light was discernable in the front chamber. The smell of Jasmine awakened every cell in his body to instant arousal. His cock rose and he groaned when it kept rising until he nearly bent in two from the painful arousal.

  “Ouch! Shit! No …no, no! You can’t die now!”

  The husky voice rasped straight to his chest, where eager claws reached out and grasped it, demanding harshly.

  Go find her! She is ours! Now! You have to make her ours! Now!

  Easy Draego. One does not jump a human female’s bones.

  She is not a female! She is ours. Our mate! You have to mark her. Now!

  Zaluc has never felt such need ripple through him as he did at that moment. It was so strong it nearly crippled him. He walked through the chamber entrance and shocked to a halt. His dragon’s sight even stronger in the dark as in the light of day. She was absolutely exquisite. Her hair was long, thick and a dark, tawny golden color. Her body … holy shit … she was tall with long, supple muscled legs, encased in a tiny denim short and a top that stretched over very full and round, heaving breasts.

  She had the face of an angel, her almond shaped eyes were a surprising violet color that currently darted fearfully around her in the pitch dark. Perfectly arched eyebrows structure
d into her small nose that flared over full, plump lips that were slightly spread, showcasing her even white teeth. She took deep, choppy breaths, desperately thumping the flashlight in her hand.

  He made a sweeping movement with his hands and her clothes fell from her body. She screamed and desperately tried to cover her breasts and the treasures between her legs with her hands. The torch thumped to the floor of the cave.

  Zaluc took a deep calming breath. The smell of Jasmine now raging through his senses, nearly driving him insane.

  Now! Fuck her now!

  He closed his eyes and concentrated to shut out the voice and his desperate demands. He knew if he didn’t, he would seriously hurt the beautiful woman he believed to be his true life mate. The tattoo on his chest pulsed as if coming alive.

  No! I want to feel too!

  You’ll get the chance, but now, I have to do this slowly.

  Nooo! I want … noo!

  He stalked closer to the woman and stopped a mere step from her and breathed deeply. He smelled her fear, but the smell of Jasmine was now so strong, his whole body started shaking.

  Amber screamed when hard and strong arms suddenly picked her up and started walking deeper into the cave. She struggled violently, fear crippling her.

  “No! Let me go! Who are you? NOO!”

  She was lowered onto a soft bed and her shivering naked body was immediately covered by a large, hard and muscled body. A male body … a very male body. She struggled violently when she felt the massive ridge press against her stomach.

  “Please, I beg you! Let me go!”

  He did not speak. He just held his muscled body still on top of hers. His hard body heated hers in an instant. His head lowered. He pulled the soft skin just above her nipple in his mouth. His teeth sharpened and he bit into her soft breast, directly into the small pulsing vein.

  Amber screamed at the stinging pain and then heat seared her breast. It felt as if a blow torch was blowing into her breast. Zaluc tasted the sweetness of her blood in his mouth and he trembled. He breathed one breath of his Dragon’s fire into her and forced his demanding dragon back. He pulled his teeth back and sucked on her blood before he swept his tongue over the puncture marks, sealing them.