The Cowboy's Virgin Princess (Foxworth Stud Ranch Book 3)

by Mia Madison

  “That’s it?” she says in horrified disbelief. “You’re walking out on me again?”

  “Gotta get back to work,” I tell her harshly, by way of explanation.

  Everything I do now is rough and I can’t meet her huge round gaze or I’ll completely fucking lose it. I push her shirt up her arms and too befuddled to button her up, I tie a big old knot across her perfect little tits, strapping them down before they seduce me into all kinds of sin.

  “You’re a pig,” she squeaks. “And a tease and a horrible horrible man.”

  I chuckle and shake my head at how soft her words of loathing are. I doubt she even knows how to hate. It never really occurred to me how sweet she is, I was too busy fooling with her, teasing her for being inexperienced while I amused myself with her succulent little curves.

  “You ain’t gonna start bucking like a wild one again are you?” I grunt, like I’m not involved in this.

  Her little hand comes out of nowhere and slaps my face. Then she looks more shocked than I feel and I laugh again, shaking my head that only gets her more annoyed, like I’m dismissing her which I am doing everything I can to manage before Dallyce comes storming in here.

  Before she gives me any of her obstreperous filly routine, I pick her up and, no more bridal hold, I tuck her under one arm like yesterday’s paper and head to the back door.

  She doesn’t kick her legs or writhe against me in any way. She just lies there under my wing like a broken little bird. As I pass the bedroom, a fierce urge to toss her on my bed and lock her in there almost gets the better of me. This little girl is addictive and refuses to get out of my head. I force myself forward and carry her out the back door, down the steps and around the side of my cabin to disguise the fact that we were ever inside. As we pass the horse trough, I dip Modesty’s head into the water so it looks like I only just doused her in. She doesn’t even splutter or make a peep of protest.

  “Good girl,” I mutter and stride out into the open yard.

  “Put her down, Rafe.”

  Dallyce has retreated from my porch and is standing in the middle of the yard talking to Edie who must have just arrived as she’s holding a bunch of packages. Both women look at me, Dallyce with a ferocious glare and Edie, less so, an ironic half grin curling at the corners of her mouth.

  “Really, you don’t have to attack every woman that comes to Foxworth,” Dallyce snaps.

  I act nonchalant, like I’m not listening to her but her words bite. I wish Modesty hadn't heard that.

  My body goes stiff which she will feel seeing as I’m still hanging on to her. It occurs to me to tell Dallyce that this is between Modesty and me.

  “We were just having some fun,” I grit out, turning and giving Dallyce my back as I set Modesty down upright on her feet. Her face turns up to me filled with pain and I realize how that must have sounded.

  “Fun?” Dallyce shrieks. “She’s all wet.”

  “Right, fun,” Modesty hisses. “Nothing more.”

  Her face is filled with a sadness I can’t bear. I’ve seen unhappy women before, their misery caused by whatever random misdemeanor I’ve committed has never tugged at my chest like it does now.

  “Come on, Modesty, let’s get you changed out of those wet things and we can all sit down to finish making those jam jar vases.”

  “Sure,” Modesty agrees, far too brightly.

  Dallyce wraps her arm around Modesty and the three women walk away toward Shea’s house. I feel like the biggest ass on the planet, even before I overhear Dallyce say; “You ever heard the saying a leopard doesn’t change its spots?”

  I stand and watch them go, a huge hole filling my core as Modesty gets further away from me. I take a step in the dirt, intent on going to get her back. But what the fuck am I planning? To pick her up and carry her off again while the two women stand by idly without saying a word? No, I got work to do and I got to get to it hard so as to put the thoughts of Modesty’s perfect curves out of my mind.

  When they reach the top of the porch steps, Modesty turns back to glance over her shoulder and her eyes stretch wide finding me still standing there in the dirt, my gaze fixed on her. I must look like a starved wolf filled with ravenous longing but something changes in her face. He eyes soften and her lips unpurse to return to their usual fullness. Then Dallyce pulls her inside and slams the door.

  Chapter FOURTEEN

  Modesty

  Dallyce pulls a jug of lemonade from the refrigerator and pours three glasses.

  “Maybe it’s me that needs to change my spots,” I snap.

  “You don’t have any spots yet,” she replies.

  For a moment I’m irritated at my friend for breaking me apart from the man I can’t get out of my head for one second. And for implying I’m too young to have developed bad habits when I know I have.

  “Mod, I get that Rafe’s a seriously good-looking hunk of man. I do really, but he’s a player. He pulls every single woman into some magical thinking orbit where she’s seduced by his charm and that one-sided smile and the impossible dream of making him change.”

  “What makes you think I want him to change? Maybe it’s me that needs to change.”

  “Why? There’s nothing wrong with you. And you’ve already changed a bunch. You’re so different now.”

  “Yeah, suffering has a way of doing that,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

  “What suffering?” Dallyce asks. Both women stop fiddling with freaking jam jars and gaze at me expectantly.

  “Nothing.”

  I wasn’t trying to be a victim or dig for sympathy. I haven’t told a soul what happened with Andrew and have done all I can to avoid it.

  “If there’s anything you want to talk about,” Dallyce says gently.

  Edie throws me a glance that seems filled with understanding, unless I’m imagining that too, same as I seem to be fantasizing about a lot of things. Like the way Rafe’s features were contorted with a haunted longing, standing alone in the yard watching me being taken away by Dallyce. My crush on the older man is getting out of control in my desperation to lose my virgin status and become a woman like the two I’m sitting with.

  “Rafe’s okay,” Edie says. “Under that brash veneer he’s just a guy wanting some love and kindness like all of us.”

  “You don’t believe that,” Dallyce says, looking at her in disbelief.

  “Yeah, I do. He’s a good one underneath it all. The real man always comes out after he’s had a few in the bar.”

  “He’s had a ton of opportunities to reap love,” she insists.

  “Not really. Think about it, these guys don’t get much chance to meet genuine emotional women they can bond with. Plus they’re so freaking hot, all women can think of is getting their boots off.”

  Suddenly my mind lands on a decision with the relief of an Olympic runner reaching the tape. I haven’t even changed out of my soaking clothes when I stand up and announce; “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

  “Where are you going?”

  I’m already taking off toward the door with a sideways skip.

  “I’ll see you in a while, promise,” I say

  “Mod, wait up.”

  But I’m not that girl to be told what to do, not even by my closest friend.

  I toss them both a huge grin, relishing the mixture of concern and shock on their faces. I yank back the door, then turn to skip out and slam headlong into a wall. My eyes reach up and up over the hills and ridges of the most perfect muscled torso until they climb over the carved chin all peppered with dark stubble and reach a pair of deep brown eyes digging down into me and making my stomach lift with a swarm of butterflies.

  “Oh,” I murmur, wishing I could think of something smart but Rafe’s gaze is burrowing into my very depths and rendering me breathless. Suddenly Dallyce and Edie and the entire Foxworth Ranch are miles away and there’s only him and me.

  “Hi,” he gruffs out, his eyes holding me immobile while tingles fly all a
round my insides.

  How does he do these things to me?

  “I came to see if you’d like to go out with me. Tonight. To dinner.”

  “On a date?” I squeak like a bumbling fool.

  “Yeah, on a date,” he grins and my heart melts, my knees melt, I’m a pool of melting flesh and bone.

  “I’d like that.”

  His smile stretches to his ears and he looks hotter than ever.

  “I’ll pick you up at seven,” he says.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Thank you? Oh God, I better get some fast lessons in flirty language before tonight. He stands there on the porch like he can’t tear away from me. If those two weren’t right behind me with their mouths hanging open and the twine drooping from their fingers, I’d yank him right inside and push him back to his knees to finish what he started.

  Eventually he comes to like he just woke up and with another cheeky grin, he touches his hat and turns to walk back across the yard. I watch him every step, his long legs flexing powerfully, the perfect butt in the low slung jeans, the shoulders splaying wide from the narrow waist. Oh my god, the throbbing between my thighs is unbearable.

  “I’ll catch you guys later,” I toss back again to my girls at the table.

  “Mod are you sure you know what…?”

  “I’m sure,” I shout with a big grin that comes with reveling in personal certainty. “I’ve never been more sure.”

  I turn around and take off at a clip running after Rafe now at the door to his house. I hurtle up the porch steps before he can escape inside. He turns at the noise of my feet on the wood right as I go flying through the air into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist and he cups me in his solid embrace as I cover his face in kisses.

  “No more,” I say between each starving peck on his morning stubble, still unshaven from yesterday and deliciously rough on my skin. “I can’t wait any more.”

  He carries me back into the house, not caring who sees us, slams the door shut with a bang and then my damp clothes come off at furious pace. No slow undoing and tremulous discovery of my body. He tears the shirt back down my arms and the straps of my bra down so my breasts tumble free. He leans hungrily to suck each pint, tugging it hard onto his tongue as he reaches around with one hand to unhook my bra and send it falling to the ground.

  He picks me up again and still kissing and nipping on my nipples as I drag him by the hair closer to my skin, urging him on to suck me harder, he carries me into his bedroom. He throws me back on the bed and bends over to unhook my jeans. I reach up quickly to pull his shirt buttons undone in the short time I have. I get half loose and the glorious sight of his round chest narrowing down to flat carved stomach has me gushing.

  “Lift,” he orders and I thrust my pelvis up as he yanks my jeans and damp underwear, already soaked at one particular area again.

  He pulls them off my ankles furiously so they roll inside out then he comes barreling back toward me. I part my legs to receive him and he halts. The excitement rolls down my face.

  Now what?

  “My god, Modesty, you’re so freaking gorgeous. Such a perfect little doll.”

  My smile returns shyly at first. Then I reply.

  “You’re not too bad yourself, Babe” and receive a filthy huge grin in return.

  He tears at his shirt so the last three buttons go pattering across the floorboards. That comes off and I’m mesmerized by the power and perfection of his torso. He’s already toeing his boots off as he uncouples his heavy belt buckle. Then the zipper comes down and I’m not even breathing. My teeth are digging into my bottom lip with complete exhilaration for the beautiful shaft that thrusts straight out of the opening the instant he unzips. Of course he’s commando. And I’m so glad of it. His smooth long cock is too beautiful to be strapped into briefs. It’s so solid and satiny looking and I’m desperate to touch it. I’m dying to taste the smooth skin. As he bends over to drag his own jeans over his feet I climb up onto my knees on the bed.

  Surprising him, he lets out a low, feral sound as I clasp the root of the huge pole with both hands and swirl my tongue around the head.

  A pungent salty taste unfurls on my tongue. Followed by a spurt of liquid that stings my tastebuds slightly. I don’t know how to do this because he’s far too huge to put in my mouth but I’m so eager to fill my mouth with his gorgeous length that I lick my tongue point firmly along the underside, noticing how one thick vein throbs there and I swirl around the head and the looser skin, sucking and lapping. It seems to be working because Rafe is thrashing his legs to get his jeans off faster as he makes that animalistic sound in the back of his throat again.

  This is amazing, I’m doing this at last and I’m doing it well. I love the way he tastes. A light smell of talcum mixed in with a sweaty manly smell that’s decadent in a way. Something adult and forbidden. And now it belongs to me. I could easily do this until Rafe comes in my mouth that’s how much I’m enjoying turning him into a wild man. But I can’t resist releasing his prick long enough to peep up at his face and when I rub my breasts up the length of him he loses it.

  “Fuck, Baby,” he grits out.

  He spreads my thighs apart and falls onto me. Ohmigod. No one has ever touched that place with their tongue, only my fingertips must have stroked across that swollen point and this is nothing like that. Absolutely nothing. Vibrant lights go swirling up my body to my brain and pool there so I feel like I’m rocketing for outer space but my body keeps bringing me back for more strumming vibrations that build and build until I’m panting and thrashing my head side to side with my fingers clawed into the lush hair on the back of Rafe’s head.

  Chapter FIFTEEN

  Rafe

  I throw her back on the bed and drop straight down onto her pushing the insides of her thighs wide apart to take the width of my head.

  She lets out an adorable little mewl as my chin stubble grazes the most sensitive skin and then, “Oh, oh, go-od.” God gets mangled with good as my tongue laves across the place where all that throbbing is reaching a feverish point and threatening to explode.

  “You like that, Baby?”

  I lift my head up, not moving from between her thighs, just savoring the moment of observing her coming apart at every seam.

  “Ye-esshs” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”

  Her hips lift off the bed, eager for me to return to those aching throbs.

  “Oh I have no intention of stopping,” I chuckle. “Just slowing down to enjoy the view.”

  She makes sounds as though she’s trying to formulate coherent speech but I can tell she’s way past admiring scenery. The pressure loading up in her body takes all her energy to contain and it can’t hold much longer. I can sense on the flat of my tongue that she’s coming close to shattering into a zillion little bits.

  A slew of shudders clench at my lips as my tongue plunges past her clit right into her entrance.

  She swallows a scream and daggers into my hair as I picks up the pace, pushing and prodding at the unbelievably tight opening.

  “Relax, baby,” I order her and she tries but that tight little hole doesn’t wanna give.

  My tongue moves in and out of the opening, lapping and licking and rubbing over her clit, to get her to relax properly and let me in. then I feel the sudden tidal wave of pleasure come blasting up her, she shudders onto my mouth and is swept away.

  *

  When she comes back to me, I’m inches from her sweet face.

  “Watching you come was the sexiest thing ever,” I tell her.

  Which sound to me like words spoken by some other dude, one of those soft boys like Jessop that say that kind of bull to girls.

  Except truth is, I mean it. Modesty is so hyper-responsive to every touch it’s a big turn on and has my dick beating a path straight for her sweetness.

  Hold up there big guy I tell myself. I want to watch this girl come undone gradually.

  Watching her thrash and pant through a big O that o
bviously took her apart was really fucking stimulating and that’s something I’ve never done before. All that screaming and clawing and I haven’t so much as pushed one finger inside her yet. She was tense with surging lust, her clit swollen hard, but her tunnel was tightly shut as I probed her with the tip of my tongue. Before I had the chance to shove a couple of fingers in and go for her g-spot she was screaming and bucking and clawing my scalp.

  Now her soft cheeks are a wondrous shade of pink and when her eyes flicker open and find my face an inch from her lips, an indulgent smile spread across her features.

  “You’re amazing,” she whispers.

  “You’re the one that’s amazing, Baby and believe me we haven't even started yet. I’ve got more massive Os in store for you, more than you’ve ever known in your sweet life. You are going back to Dallyce a changed girl.”

  “That’s for sure,” she mewls and pulls me down onto her mouth for one of her sweet kisses.

  Sucking her nectar off my lips, Modesty kisses like no other woman I’ve ever laid my mouth on and there have been hundreds of those if I’m honest. I could be happy lying beside her with my tongue swirling and curling around hers for hours. Aside from one thing- the urgent demand of my solid wood, insisting on being deep inside the most secret core of her right now.

  But not now. I’m gonna pay for this big time, it could even cost me my job once Dallyce opens that bossy little mouth of hers and spills to the boss. I really couldn't give a shit about anything other than the sweetest little angel I have wrapped around me but the waiting will be so much sweeter.

  “You should go home now,” I get up off the bed.

  “You’re kicking me out?” she complains.

  Not home, back to Shea’s place.”

  “What about you?”

  “Plenty of time for that later. I want you looking forward to our date tonight.”

  “I will be but I prefer to stay here, in your bed. Why can’t we go to dinner from here?”

  Fuck, more than anything I want to drop back on top of her and cover her with all of me. Watching her writhe around, undulating her sexy little body while I watch is enough to make me explode.