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

by Mia Madison

  A roar of laughter goes around our small band of brothers and the guys all talk at once, hurling jovial insults about the usual stuff. Getting laid mostly. It's where our thoughts tend to roam after a long day in the saddle. We're all exhausted, sore in a good way from roping steer and other manual labor. All we want is to come home to a cold brew and a warm curvy woman to welcome us into her willing arms.

  Of course that second part doesn’t happen too regularly with us all being bachelors and the lack of women living out on the ranch. No wonder we're aroused about the arrival of the stampede queen and her two princesses. They'll stay a few days, do some promotional shit that gets the ranch noticed and wind it all up with the annual rodeo and cookout. Hell, I have to admit it'll be nice to get an eyeful of some feminine curves around here. It's been way too long for most of us. Me most of all.

  “Let's head down to McDools,” Rafe says and is rewarded with a few murmurs of agreement.

  “What about you Quint, I know you got eyes for Edie down there.”

  Quint rounds on him with a grunt. His previous statement about Abe being away this time last year was about as many words as I've ever heard him utter.

  “Come on Quint, come practice your sweet talk on the ladies at the bar,” Rafe says. “Girls can't resist a blacksmith.”

  The guys howl with mirth again. Quint is already stamping across the dirt yard, ignoring our friendly jibes.

  “Leave him alone,” Abel orders, shifting his huge body in his folding chair. “Quint's okay.”

  “What about you, Boss?” Jessop asks as we lumber lazily to our feet. “Coming for a nightcap?”

  “Nah, I'm all tuckered out from the tying.”

  “That was some fight you won today,” I tell Abe. We'd all been impressed by how Abel was still at the top of his game when it came to roping steer or wild horses.

  “You mean 'cos I'm getting as long in the tooth as a water buffalo?” Abel says from under his hat.

  “You ain't but a couple years older than me and Rafe,” I say. “And we still got plenty to teach the younger fellas.”

  “What's a decade or so between buddies,” Rafe interrupts.

  He's got a couple years less than me and Abe under his belt.

  “Now you coming down for one more or you turning in like your old gran?”

  “Screw you,” Abel laughs, finally returning his hat to his head and hauling his tall frame out of the chair.

  “Maybe I'll see you down there. I just got some shit to take care of,” I say.

  The guys stride across to the pick up and I head toward the big house. My muscles are tired in the best way, after a long day of battling untamed animals into submission. In the absence of a soft scented woman, there's one thing I love and can only manage to procure for myself when the family are away.

  I turn toward the ranch and take the main entrance to the house instead of trekking the long way round back. With the family in town until tomorrow to meet the little princesses for the stampede, I've got the entire place to myself. The domestic staff all off duty now.

  I head up the wide staircase and as I stride the long hallway, I toe off my boots along the way. They're darn dusty from the job but this is a working ranch and Jock Foxworth isn't too precious about dirty boots.

  I unhook the leather belt with iron buckle forged by Quint, then my low slung back jeans, feeling my cock prick up from being exposed to the air. I lower the pants and step out of them, dropping them where they land. That's all I'm wearing, preferring the freedom of commando. I keep going, my cock swaying ahead of me like a masthead. It's a huge fucker and eager to be gripped tightly in something sweet.

  “Sorry bud, it's just you and me tonight,” I tell him as I wrap my heavy palm around the solid length and stroke from tip to root.

  I drop my shirt behind me and step into the enormous bathroom. The tub is full in moments and I find that huge bottle of bubbling stuff that foams up better than a brew at McDools.

  Wild horses would never drag me to admit my guilty pleasure. Can you imagine? I'd never hear the end of it from the guys. With my dick still in my fist, I sink my massive body into the free-standing tub with an ecstatic sigh. A hot bath is close to orgasmic.

  “All I need is some well-rounded woman who loves it rough to join me in here to make this day perfect.”

  That's not gonna happen so I stroke my solid steel while I soak out the tension in my shoulders. Then, with the plug withdrawn, I pick up the pace until my balls draw up hard and my seed spews into the water and disappears down the hole.

  Relaxed at last, I get out of the tub and reach for one of the white towels.

  “Shit.” I almost forgot the guests are arriving tomorrow. I was gonna head down the back stairs and direct across the yard to my house but I better pick up my duds in case they all get here early. I take the opposite direction down the hall to where I dropped my filthy jeans, rubbing the white bath towel across my hard ass cheeks, up the solid ripples on my stomach.

  I just stretch up, arching my back and feeling the good burn as I reach behind to towel off my shoulders when a shrill screech makes my eardrums shudder and cringe.

  Chapter TWO

  Dallyce

  I go hurtling out into the hall when I hear the wild squeal, ready to protect Modesty from her latest terror. She's been fearful of just about everything since we left home on this rodeo ranch tour. I know our home town's pretty free of wild beasts aside from the cockier of the cowboys, but lying awake all night because a bug is at the window is bizarre. Poor kid. She's only nineteen—two years younger than me but she seems more like my little sister, who just turned fourteen. Even after we were both crowned princesses at the Stampede, the biggest event of the year, Modesty cried for an hour.

  “I'm sorry. I'm being silly but it's the first time I've ever been away from home. I miss my Mom.”

  “Don't worry. We all had to leave and go out on our own once.”

  I myself have yet to actually strike out alone from the safety of my family nest.

  “She'll grow up fast on this trip,” Violet had announced.

  After being crowned queen of the stampede she's pretty vocal with her opinion.

  It makes my night and I can't suppress a massive grin when I see the handsome butt naked guy in the passage. He's equally shocked to see us, clearly. But it's not the look on his face that interests me. The guy has biceps like I've never seen, lean and round, bulging with energy. His chest is equally strapping tautening all the way down over a stomach I could grate Parmesan on.

  If we were allowed to eat any pasta during this tour. Which we are not. I guess they figure Rodeo Princesses should only nibble on a flank steak. Or maybe eat nothing at all.

  I'm rambling. I'm flustered. Why? Because I happen to continue trawling down the hunk's unbelievably toned body and arrived at the source of Modesty's horror.

  Dude has a thick prick the size of a donkey. Or a bull. Insert any animal with a massive rock hard cock. It's absolutely stunning. Wide, the perfect length, smooth and pulsating with power. I haven't seen many nude guys in my life unfortunately, but out of those I have come across, this one is by far the most strapping. Solid muscle carving out his entire body, smooth and glossy from being wet still. There's even a couple of bubbles trailing the ridge at his stomach. And he's wearing nothing at all but his cowboy hat. Gotta love a man that takes a bubble bath in his stetson.

  His eyes snap across to me, standing beside Modesty ready to defend her honor and his surprise morphs into a big grin to match mine. I quickly wipe mine away before he gets the wrong idea. The hunk flips the towel he's holding in mid air behind his back, where he was side-swiping it across what I'm sure is a fine set of rippling deltoids, to unfurl it like a pennant at his waist. He holds it there, in front of the dagger of muscle pointing down beneath the material.

  I repress a chuckle at the large tent he's now sporting without the slightest embarrassment. I love a man who's proud and comfortable in his body withou
t being a cock about it. So to speak.

  “Excuse me, Ma'am,” he says in a voice of molten sand as he lifts and lowers his hat. At least he's polite even if he is standing there nude from the scalp down. “I feel a bit naked without my boots on.”

  I can't help laughing out loud and his face lights up in accordance with my mirth. No one's ever called me Ma'am before now. Certainly not a man wearing nothing but his hat.

  “Your boots won't cover up the offending article,” I say, with a teasing tone I hope is flirty.

  I guess it worked as I'm rewarded by him grinning harder. One side of his mouth turning up higher than the other.

  “Well goddarnit, Ladies, I'm sorry to be offensive,” he burrs and steps toward us, blocking his passage in the hallway.

  He has the deepest blue eyes, that seem more vivid in the leathery tanned face. Closer up, I see small wrinkles form rays at the edges that only add to the perfection. He's older than I first thought. Looking at his lean ripped body, I'd have placed him in his prime, around my age. If early twenties even is the prime of life for a man. They say it is, while it's closer to forty for a woman, but looking at this tall gorgeous cowboy, I'd have to disagree. Yummy thirties all the way.

  “He—this is—harassment,” Modesty squeaks from beneath the palms covering her mouth.

  “He just got out of the shower,” I say, rolling my eyes at him as a sort of apology for her and receiving a nod in return.

  “I didn’t think anyone was here,” he gruffs in a voice from the barn. “You must be the queens from the stampede. We didn't expect you 'til tomorrow.”

  By the way he grits out the words, it seems to be a huge effort to spit out that many all at once. I get the idea he's a bit of a loner, don't ask me why. Wishful thinking maybe.

  “We came out in the car before the others,” I tell him, because sure as hell Modesty is even more tongue tied. “Modesty here is afraid of heights.”

  “Flying,” she squeaks, correcting me.

  “Heights and flying, so she couldn’t take the private plane Mr Foxworth brought to meet us.”

  “Too bad. It's a nice ride from the city,” he says, with a terrible glint in his eye as he catches mine.

  I can't work out whether he's completely relaxed in his body enough that he doesn’t care two complete strangers have seen his impressive cock, or whether he's such a cocky douche that he thinks it funny. Especially Modesty's complete humiliation over the massive member and its ongoing thrust to freedom.

  “I'm Dallyce,” I say and stretch out my hand before immediately yanking it back.

  Holy shit, I was inches away from that thing. Just a tiny bit more reach and I'd have been making its personal acquaintance. Withdrawing it that fast, I hope he didn't notice. But that swaggering grin has returned, so I guess he did.

  Well, screw that, I don't want him to get the idea that there are two prim virgin princesses in the house. “Sorry, I don’t know the protocol for introductions with a naked cowboy,” I blurt out.

  Modesty gasps beside me and I feel her gaping in shock at what must seem brazen. I guess I should have taken her back to her room already but I'm loathe to part from the eye candy.

  She'll never submit to a guy now. She's going to have nightmares about ever taking a beast like that inside her and her virginity will remain intact until she's too shriveled to even give it away. I must remember to reassure her that to my knowledge there are very few cocks that huge in the world. Which is probably why he's so sure of himself.

  “I'm Shea Butler, at your service, ladies.” He lifts his hat again as he steps past and Modesty pulls back like he's a stick of dynamite. “Welcome to Foxworth Ranch,” he calls as he struts away from us.

  We both trail him with our eyes, watching his magnificent round haunches flexing with every step.

  “Sweet dreams,” he chuckles and as he heads down the staircase, still as exposed as the day he was born, the guy actually starts whistling.

  Once he's gone, Modesty turns to me with the shock still plastered all over her face.

  “Well I know for sure what dreams I'm going to be having tonight and they're far from sweet,” I say.

  My thighs are damp and now he's gone I notice the persistent throb in my core.

  “I wonder if he meant he was literally at our service.”

  Modesty's eyes widen and I burst out laughing. She immediately follows suit.

  Chapter THREE

  Shea

  Holy shit, but that was a feisty little filly. I've been around a while and seen the stampede queen and her two princesses pass through every year. But there has never been one like Miss Dallyce. Those sizzling curves, the beautiful eyes full of promise. I could hardly give her a real hard eyefuck while I was standing there naked. But if the little frighted mare hadn't been there, I might have given her a good seeing to up against the wall.

  Every year the royal threesome seem younger. Not literally, but their maturity remains the same as the contest is only open to girls aged nineteen to 24, while I get one year older every time they show up. I must seem like a real old dude to her.

  I cross the yard to my own house, wearing only my hat, boots and the towel strapping my hips, with nothing but Dallyce filling my mind. That one will sure be a hot little mare to handle for some lucky fucker. Kicking my door shut behind me, I shake my head at the overwhelming lust running through my veins for a girl I just set eyes on. My cock is raging hard again and tenting out the towel even though I relieved the bastard barely ten minutes ago.

  I tear the towel away and remember to take my boots off for once before falling into bed. But I lay on my back, one hand supporting my head while I run my thoughts up and down across Dallyce's delicious little body. My dick stands pointing straight at the ceiling and I imagine her lifting herself up with her firm thighs to set the tip in her pussy mouth before sliding all the way down my length.

  “Fuck,” I groan with the vivid realization of the imagery.

  My balls are in bruised agony just thinking about her tight pussy surrendering to my wide pole pushing into her slickness. It's more than I can bear. Add her full round tits bobbing up and down in front of me in time with her rhythmic thrusts down on my dick and I have to take myself in hand once again. Jesus in heaven, this next week of the stampede princesses being around every day is gonna be hellish.

  I grip my cock and rub the iron rod harder than the first time, feeling the heat more intensely now I’ve got a face and the sexiest body I've ever seen filling my head. I come ferociously with Dallyce in my mind.

  “Thank fuck it's nothing but a forbidden fantasy and she has no ideas of the filthy things I'd like to do to her delicious curves.”

  Completely spent, I drop off at last, sprawled on my back with my hat tugged down over my face locking me in my secret world with little Dallyce.

  “We missed you last night at McDools,” Rafe joins me as I leave my house to head up to the ranch for breakfast. “Lots of new faces in town.”

  “For the rodeo this weekend,” I grunt, not even wanting all those strangers to be staring at my Dallyce.

  Mine.

  I wish I could keep her only to myself for the week she's here. Get to know every inch of her with my fingers and tongue.

  “Princesses still in bed?” I ask Juanita, the maid when we step into the vestibule.

  “No, already taking the breakfast,” she replies in her heavy accent.

  “Whoa, princesses are here,” Rafe bellows. “That got anything to do with you going awol last night, you dirty dog?”

  I relate the story of being caught butt nekkid by the two little virgins, making sure that I don't give any inkling of my demonic lust for one of the women. There's no more time for joshing as we come into the large dining room with windows looking straight out toward the new paddock. The one Old Jock built this year to satisfy his only daughter's sudden fixation with dressage.

  “Mornin',” I lift my hat and head straight for the hot plates.

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bsp; “Good morning,” Dallyce says with a tiny tremor in her voice which is nothing compared to the quake raging through my legs.

  I hope she's not still offended by finding me in the buff. The other one, whose name I forget, is bound to be all vexed, having mentioned harassment. Shit, I don’t want the boss to hear about this. I've been here long enough that he wouldn’t mind me using the only bath tub for miles, but he might draw the line at corrupting teenagers.

  “So what have we got planned for today?” Dallyce asks when I sit down across from her at the table.

  Her eyes bore straight into me with a glint I can't decipher. Both girls are lightly pink in the cheeks and looking at me and Rafe all smiles.

  “I'm sure Mr Foxworth will have your events planned,” I tell her, holding her gaze captive in mine for a shade longer than necessary.

  My dick is already twitching in my jeans and I can't adjust the bastard right at the table in front of the ladies.

  “He said he'd be here at lunchtime with Violet,” she informs me.

  “Violet? Good name for a saloon girl,” Rafe says as the other guys come in and introduce themselves. I notice a clench in my gut that they're looking at my girl.

  “So you're to take us out for a ride,” Dallyce continues, speaking directly to me.

  “No,” I bark, making the other girl jump half out of her seat.

  I meet Dallyce's stare and she licks her bottom lip slowly even though there are no food remnants lying there. My cock unfurls again, even more uncomfortably and she looks like she knows what she's doing to me judging by the repressed smile on those lips.

  If only I could take hold of her, clasp her waist in my huge hands and hold her firm while I bite that dirty little smirk right off her mouth. I could pick a steak knife up off the table and slice the atmosphere clear through, the chemistry sits between us like a heavy centerpiece.

  “I'll take you,” Rafe finally speaks up.

  “No.” I grunt at him from the corner of my mouth.

  “I don't mind,” he presses it. “I got nothing on board until old man, I mean Mr Foxworth, gets backs from the city.”