She began to tug at his flannel, so he used both arms to strip it off, her body secured to his hips and the wall. Her hands began their exploration, squeezing his muscles, running her fingers along the ridges of his six-pack. He wished there was more light so he could see her big, blue eyes. Watch her expressions as he taught her everything she didn’t know. How far would she let him take this? He wanted to fuck her hard and fast against the side of the barn.
“Unbuckle me,” he said, waiting for her reaction.
She smoothed her hands down his chest and began to pull the leather from the buckle. His breathing was heavy now, and he was past the point of no return. Just going slow and easy for her first time would be a challenge when he was so rearing to go. “My brothers take women out to the barn but never see them again. Is that going to be me, Landon?”
“You’re not a whore, Angel. You’re a cowgirl, so it’s only fitting I fuck you in the barn for your first time.”
* * * *
She always wondered if she’d be single forever, never being allowed to spread her wings, or not wanting to when she finally could. Relationships were scary, requiring a person to open up themselves, bare all. If she had to choose a man, it would be Landon. He knew her secrets, her family, her likes and dislikes—everything. She was just so used to being around cowboys twenty-four-seven that she grew used to ignoring those little flutters when a man took off his shirt or horsed around after a hard day’s work. Landon was one of her closest childhood friends but also one of the most tempting. His shaggy mop of dirty-blond hair was forever falling into those ocean-blue eyes. She couldn’t count the number of days she’d ogled him when he helped her brothers on the farm—his body hard, cut, and golden. But she’d grown proficient at displaying a blank slate of disinterest to hide her inner desires—and fears. Now she had him in her grasp, and he felt as good as he looked. She couldn’t seem to get enough, needing to feel every inch of his firm, masculine flesh. He even smelled like a man, a mix of the great outdoors and subtle musk from his cologne.
“I need you, Angel.” The need was apparent in his voice and in the rigid cock pressing mercilessly against her crotch. She had no plans on denying him but worried of what he’d think of her when it was all said and done.
“Then take me.”
He growled, a low sound of a man on the brink of going savage. The rumble of trucks rolling up along the gravel drive, sliced through their amorous fog. “Don’t move,” he said, holding her still when she tried to get on her feet. If her brothers caught her like this, they’d kill Landon and then her, in that order.
“But—”
“Darlin’, you told me to take you, and I plan to. No negotiations. You ain’t leaving me with a hard-on like this all night.”
“But—”
“Hush now. They won’t be coming out to the barn at this hour, and they can see all the livestock are tended to.” A few minutes later truck doors slammed shut, raucous laughter filled the dark yard, and the main door to the house banged shut shortly after, leaving them in silence once again. The spotlights flicked on, casting shadows up the center of the barn.
She could see Landon now—not the sweet cowboy she knew, but a man with a sinister edge, a dark desire she wasn’t sure she could handle. “Take your shirt off, Angel. I’ve been waiting to taste your beautiful tits since I reached puberty.”
Angel loved receiving orders, just as she’d loved it when Clay had taken control and spanked her. She’d always assumed she’d need to have control and power in a relationship for it to work. Giving another human being the authority to rule her body was something she knew she couldn’t handle—until she put it to the test. Now she craved more, needed to hand over the reins so she could just breathe and enjoy for once. In the course of a day, she finally understood the lure of a BDSM lifestyle, like the Carsons had with their woman. It was exhilarating to allow a man to define her, to trust them not to hurt her, and to know they’d still love and respect her when the night was through. She hoped to God she wasn’t wrong about Landon.
She tugged off her shirt, still surprised by the cowboy’s strength, holding her up as if she weighed ten pounds, not one hundred and thirty. “Now the bra.”
Her clit had a pulse to rival her heart rate. She found she was grinding against his denim, seeking friction and attention to her neglected parts. Angel released the front clasp of her cotton bra, her full breasts spilling out, kissing the cooler evening air. Her nipples instantly pebbled, hypersensitive and achy. She thrust her chest out as Landon descended, his thick lips parted. Holding his head in place, she had to stifle a moan when his hot mouth sucked in her nipple and areola. He teased with his tongue and suckled her like an infant, alternating from one breast to the other. Her body quivered when the new stubble on his cheek scraped her soft skin. She loved the feel of a real man, a hardcore cowboy, losing himself in her body.
“You have perfect tits, soft and sweet.” He rose up and licked the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. They kissed, their bodies pressed tight together, skin to skin. There was just enough light for her to savor every line and contour of Landon’s muscled frame, the dominance in his eyes, and their forbidden act. She lost herself to his taste, his thorough invasion. Angel never imagined kissing could be so sensual, so bonding. The kiss was love in a tangible form.
He lowered her to her feet, and she could barely stand, her knees weak. “Take off your jeans, darlin’. Take it all off for me.”
The mere idea of getting buck naked in her family barn with her brothers less than a minute away had adrenaline pumping through her veins. But she couldn’t say no, not with her body so pent up and ripe for the taking. She kicked off her boots and wriggled out of her Levi’s. She left her panties in place. Her breasts were already jiggling and on display for Landon, but to expose her pussy was more difficult.
He didn’t scold her or repeat for her to take them off. Rather, he squatted down in front of her, his cowboy boots creaking when he crouched low. He planted his nose right where her clit would be and inhaled deep, holding the sides of her hips for balance. Then his tongue snuck out and licked her through the thin material. She gasped. Angel had lived a sheltered life, and these naughty acts, though titillating, were still a shock.
“You’re all wet. Soaked right through.” He inched her undies down her hips, her pussy level with his face. He sucked air in between his teeth before giving her a little shove against the wooden boards. “Give me your leg.” Landon tossed one of her legs over his shoulder. She reached out and steadied herself on his head.
“Landon, what’re doing to me?”
“I’m gonna eat your pussy, Angel. Then I’m gonna fuck you.” His crude words didn’t shock her. She’d heard much worse just from living around cowboys every day. What shocked her was the words were directed at her. He was actually eager to put his face in her most intimate part, no abashment whatsoever. She, on the other hand, felt awkward and exposed.
“My brothers—”
“Hush.” He delved in, lapping his tongue along her moist folds all the way up to her clit. The contact sizzled, made her body hum and spark as if coming alive for the first time. She held her breath, only breathing in gasps like a fish out of water. The longer he suckled and licked, the more her insecurities fizzled away. She no longer cared if they were found, or what she looked like, or what would happen tomorrow when the lust had faded. There was only the here and now—Landon’s tongue in her cunt and the cool breeze caressing her bare breasts. It was exhilarating.
Chapter Seven
He pulled away from her pussy and licked his lips. She was everything he’d imagined and more. Landon had a wicked oral fixation, but with no steady girlfriend, he had to suppress his desires. He didn’t want his mouth on a loose woman who’d been with half his friends. But Angel was pure, clean, and delicious. He could stay between her legs all day, bringing her to peak after peak and never grow tired of it. Her blonde curls were neatly kept, her pussy lips swollen and t
hrobbing.
Today he wanted to experience everything. His cock was painfully pent up, so he had to break free. He wanted to indulge in her body, feel her hug his length as he claimed Angel as his. Landon had no intention of using her and leaving. She was his heart, their parents were close, and her brothers were some of his best friends.
“It’s time. Come here.”
She tentatively laid a hand on his shoulders. He hooked a hand around each thigh and hoisted her up against the planks. He managed to unzip his Wranglers and free his dick while keeping her locked in place. She was dripping wet, her eyes unfocused from being so close to the edge and not allowed to go over. He wanted her to come around his cock, to milk him, to feel their first union simultaneously.
“Landon, I–I…”
He ignored her, too focused on working his cock between her legs. While holding the root of his erection, he eased an inch inside her tight walls. She was scared, holding her breath and digging her nails into his shoulders. “Shhh, relax. I won’t hurt you. I’m going nice and easy, sweetheart.” He’d never been with a virgin before. They were a rare commodity around these parts. She was tight, similar to an asshole, not the loose pussies he’d known. He relished the tight grip her cunt had on him. Every movement felt magnified, intense enough that he had to hold back his own moans of pleasure.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, burying her face against his neck. He could feel her warm breath, the light brush of her lips, and hear the soft grunts she made as he penetrated her.
“That’s a nice thing to say to a man, darlin’. Let’s hope it’s the last time, too. I plan to keep you.” Once fully seated, he stalled, chomping at the bit. He needed to fuck her with all the wanton sexual energy stored up in his balls, but he had to play nice, make her experience a satisfying one. “We’re made for each other,” he managed to say.
He slid three quarters out and returned into her heat. The slow progression was killing him, but it had the desired result. She began to shift from being stiff and clinging to his shoulders to loose and responsive. Angel began to meet him thrust for thrust as he built up his rhythm. “It feels good,” she said. “I thought it would hurt.”
“I have many things I plan to show you.” He began to fuck her, not full strength, but strong and steady. His body was breaking out in a sheen of sweat, every muscle in his body taut and alive. That’s when the new truck door slammed shut. The crunching steps across the gravel were messing with his pace. He didn’t want to care about anyone except Angel right now, but the steps were closing in on the barn. Who would be visiting at this hour? Grant and Matthew were already in the house.
“I didn’t see your truck.” The voice came unexpectedly. Landon mustn’t have focused on those last dozen or so steps, too caught up in the woman he had pinned in the barn.
“That you, Clay?”
“Clay?” Angel squealed, struggling against his hold. He stilled her, his cock still pulsing inside her cunt.
“I came by to see if our little hellion got home all right. I can see you’re taking good care of her.” Clay chuckled, leaning against the open bay doors.
“My friend dropped me off earlier,” he began, and then thought better. “But right now I’m a little busy.”
“I don’t mind watching, unless she wants me to join in.”
* * * *
Angel came in a burst of color and light. She wanted to hold back, but she couldn’t when her orgasm was so explosive. She called out, yelling into the night like some common whore. As soon as she regained a semblance of control, she bit her lip and hid her face against Landon’s shoulder. Clay had seen her at her most vulnerable, when she’d peaked for another man. But the second he mentioned sharing her, the visual and possibilities made her cunt burn and throb faster and faster until there was no holding back.
“Whoa, there, baby-doll,” said Clay, entering the barn. Landon held her in place, his hard dick still teasing her sensitive walls. “You’re so out of control, it must be painful. I can teach you how to stave off your climax, to draw out your pleasure long into the night.” He tucked her moist hair behind her ear. His rough fingers caressed her cheek for a moment.
“All I want from you is my horse!” Yes, even in her predicament, she could still play the bitch. She realized Clay won the horse fair and square but just couldn’t let it go. She’d had plenty of practice over the past five years, especially with men she pegged as manipulators. And she sure as hell wouldn’t give Clay Roberts the satisfaction of winning this battle. No way could she give in first, even though the sight of him and sound of his voice made her wet all over again. There was just something about the new cowboy in town that piqued her curiosity and tempted her to obey him. She fought the foreign feeling with all her resolve, but that resolve was quickly slipping. When he reached between her and Landon, his big hand cupping her breast, she almost lost it, nearly begged him to take turns fucking her until she couldn’t walk right.
Landon didn’t tell him to back off even though he’d made her believe he wanted her for more than just cheap thrills. Cowboys were, by right, possessive, jealous creatures. She’d learned that from her brothers, and those Carsons would sooner kill a man than let one touch Samantha. “You so sure about that?” asked Clay. “I think you’re curious about having the two of us share your body.” He palmed her breast, moving his flattened hand in torturous circles against her nipple. “Just imagine that, darlin’—two cowboys meeting your every need.” Clay smelled like an open fire. That familiar scent of burning hardwood comforted her. He nipped her bare shoulder, Landon thrusting up into her pussy just once.
Before she could invite them to continue or refute the offer, loud voices came out of the house, heading their way.
“Angel!”
“Shit! It’s my dumb brothers. I told you this would happen, Landon. They’ll kill me and both of you!” she whispered harshly.
Landon eased her down and tucked his rigid cock into his zipper with some difficulty. She struggled into her shirt. “Damn it, woman, you’ll have me with blue balls all night long.”
“Go out the back, the two of you!” Angel wasn’t exaggerating about her brothers. Chase had been the worst, but Grant and Matthew weren’t much better. They expected their baby sister to live life as a pseudonun, never growing up or becoming a woman. She couldn’t stay their little angel forever. Until now she’d never thought seriously about a relationship, but she was still young and had too much mistrust locked up in her heart to start anything meaningful. Now she’d received a taste of what she’d been missing. She wanted more from Landon and Clay, although she’d never admit it.
The two men stood their ground, not running off like lily-livered men. It impressed her, but to what end if they were dead come morning. “Angel Garner, what on God’s green earth you doing out in the barn at this hour? I thought you were tucked up in bed.” Grant shuffled into the dark interior of the barn, wearing just his Adidas shorts and the unlaced tan work boots he must have stuck on to come check on the barn. Matthew was behind him.
“I–I heard something and came to check,” she said. Her heart beat triple time. She never was a good liar.
That’s when Grant noticed the two other men. “There you are. I knew that was your truck, Clay. For a minute there I thought I was seeing and hearing things. What brings you by?”
How did her brother know Clay Roberts? The man was a stranger to her. “I was just checking in on Angel. She was by my place earlier, looking at my stallion. Since she left in a snit, I thought it best to make sure she was getting along all right.”
“Not the damn stallion again, Angel! Clay’s a busy man. He can’t be dealing with the likes of you when he’s trying to run a business.”
Clay, on the other hand, was an excellent liar—or twister of the truth. She didn’t challenge him because any more information would get her into hot water. “What business exactly?”
“Clay owns the new distribution center. You can thank him for buyi
ng out all our overstock grain, missy. Now get your ass off to bed.” Matthew smacked her ass to usher her on her way. She looked back over her shoulder at the four men conversing without her. What were they going to say once she was out of earshot? If they did any more lying, she wouldn’t know which story to keep straight when her brothers got back in the house. Angel decided her safest bet was to hit the hay and deal with the mess in the morning. Everything always looked better come sunrise.
* * * *
Clay Roberts, the man he’d befriended, the man who ate dinner with the parents, and the man he freely let watch him and Angel—was more Landon’s enemy than Angel’s, and he didn’t even realize it. The mysterious industrialist who rocked their town with the new distribution center was standing right in front of him with a deceivingly innocent façade.
“You own the distribution center?” he asked, Angel forgotten for now.
Clay smiled. “Yeah. I figured we could do more good in a small farming town than close to the big cities.”
“Did you ever think about how you’d impact other small businesses?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest.
Clay tried to brush him off, narrowing his eyes as if he talked gibberish. “Everyone we’ve dealt with has been thrilled. Our phones haven’t stopped ringing since we opened, with farmers wanting to sell us their crops. My sister can barely keep up with the demand at the office.”
The man probably spoke the truth. All his friends—the Garners, the Carson, and even the Richmonds—had benefitted in some way from the new company moving in. His parents were suffering, losing what they’d worked for all their lives, and their parents before them. It broke his heart, especially when he didn’t even have a stable way to support them once their little feed store was crushed out of existence. If they had land, he’d invest in starting his own herd. God knew he could handle the hard work. But all he’d done was help out his parents, doing deliveries for the store, and he did odd jobs when times were tight. Now all hope was lost. The man he thought was a friend had just become his number one nemesis.
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