Bought by the Lone Cowboy

by E. Walsh

  Maria knew what she wanted to say, but stopped herself just short of it. She wanted to invite Rianna to stay at her place, for as long as she needed. But how could she say something like that without it coming across as incredibly wrong?

  She had already clearly flirted with the younger woman during their previous encounter at the gallery, and Rianna was sharp. Maria was certain she had picked up on all of that flirtatious behavior.

  Even if she did not plan to reciprocate any of it, Rianna surely would have realized what Maria was doing.

  She could not betray the small amount of trust the woman had placed in her now by overstepping too many boundaries and offering to let her stay with her.

  As she was caught up in her own internal struggle, however, Rianna spoke up again. “Is there any way I could stay with you?”

  Maria looked at the younger woman’s face and found that she had been crying silently. Tears ran down her cheeks, and Maria reached over to brush them away before she could stop herself.

  “Of course you can stay with me,” she said, against her better judgment. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

  “Thank you so much,” Rianna said. “I hadn’t come here planning to ask for charity like this, but you were so kind to me before. Like I said, you’re one of the only people I’ve met since coming here, and I just felt like maybe it would be alright.”

  “Of course it’s alright,” Maria said again. “I may not have known you for very long, but I can say with all honesty that I consider you a friend. And anyway, what kind of a woman would I be if I turned out one of my own who was fighting against an abusive boyfriend? We have to stick up for each other in times like these, after all.”

  Rianna gave a small laugh and wiped the rest of the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “You’re right. Still, I think you’re being very generous, so please let me know if you need me to leave at any time.”

  “I don’t want to hear any more talk like that,” Maria said. She reached out for Rianna’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

  To her surprise, the younger woman laced their fingers together and picked up Maria’s hand, kissing it lightly. Maria felt her stomach swoop in delight at the sensation of Rianna’s lips against her fingers, but it was only for a moment.

  Just a gesture of thanks, she told herself.

  Nothing more.

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  Chapter Four

  Rianna sighed and looked at their hands, gazing for a little too long at their fingers twined together.

  “I think I originally came here in the hopes of flirting a little more with you, to be honest.” She smiled wistfully. “When I was here the other day, you acted like you were honestly interested in me. You were pretty obvious about it, and I loved that.”

  “You did?”

  Maria was shocked. If anything, she had been afraid Rianna would realize her original intentions and find them too creepy.

  She had never expected the younger woman to have had so much as a passing interest in returning to continue such activities. “But your boyfriend—“

  “I don’t usually date guys,” Rianna said. “I have before, but it’s rare. I’m a lot more into girls.”

  She smiled sheepishly, and Maria felt her heart flutter a little at the way the younger woman blushed as she talked about her previous romantic endeavors.

  “I’ve never been with an older woman before, but I have to admit I was pretty interested in your attention the other day.”

  Maria opened her mouth to respond, but her thought process was slightly delayed from the surprise the younger woman had dropped on her.

  In the span of a few seconds, as she tried to formulate a coherent response, Rianna returned to kissing her fingers, this time slipping one into her mouth and sucking on it lavishly for a moment before popping it back out and returning to the kisses.

  “What are you doing?” Maria was startled, but not so startled that she couldn’t help but wonder if this Rianna’s strange way of trying to get over what her boyfriend had done to her.

  “I just thought you wouldn’t mind a little physical flirting, too.” Rianna glanced up at her, smiling in a seductive way, and Maria felt her pulse quicken at the sight of the younger woman’s heavily-lidded eyes. “After all, this is why I came here in the first place.”

  “To suck on my fingers?” Maria could not help but laugh a little at that. “I don’t really think you came all the way out here in the middle of this rain to suck on the fingers of a woman almost twice your age.”

  Rianna dropped Maria’s hand then, and scooted her chair closer to the other woman. “You’re right,” she said.

  Without any further warning, she pressed her lips firmly to Maria’s, pulling her close and wrapping her arms around the older woman’s waist as well as she could with the two of them both seated in office chairs.

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  Chapter Five

  Although there was still some distance between their bodies, Maria could feel the warmth of Rianna’s skin as she moved in for the kiss.

  Maria felt herself melting into the sensation of the other woman’s lips on hers. It had been so, so long since she had kissed another woman, and this was such a surprise that it thrilled her beyond any excitement she had ever felt in the past.

  What they were doing, here in the back room of her own art gallery, felt completely wrong somehow, which made it seem that much more right. It was a little confusing, but Maria loved it, and she tested the waters a little by pushing her tongue into Rianna’s mouth.

  Rianna made a pleased little sound of surprise in the back of her throat and returned the favor, twisting her tongue around Maria’s and exploring the older woman’s mouth.

  As if hoping to test the limits of the situation herself, Rianna took the returned kiss as a sort of go-ahead to slowly shift a hand from Maria’s waist to her breast.

  She fondled Maria’s breast a little through her shirt, and Maria, in turn, reached out to do the same.

  Without completely realizing it, both women scooted to the edges of their seats, trying to close the distance between their bodies as quickly as possible.

  They continued to kiss deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, gently cupping and squeezing each other’s breasts, for what seemed like much too short a time before Rianna finally moved away, sitting back straight in her chair.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I feel like I really took advantage of your generosity by coming on to you like this.”

  “Are you kidding?” said Maria. “This is exactly what I wanted. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to touch you and kiss you like this, but I didn’t think you’d ever want to be a part of that.”

  Rianna smirked a little, and Maria was glad to see that the spark of her old personality had returned. “I do,” she said. “And I’d like to continue this, if you’re willing.”

  Maria had not had any kind of a romantic partner in a long time. Perhaps it was the lengthy dry spell she had been through, or the heady sensation of making out with a younger, spoken-for woman that made her agree without so much as giving the proposition a second thought. “Absolutely.”

  With that smirk still lingering on her lips, Rianna knelt down on the floor in front of Maria’s chair and gently pushed the older woman’s knees apart. She sat up on her own knees, pushing her breasts into Maria’s lap, and said, “Just stop me if this is too much.”

  Maria was taken aback, but desperately wanted the younger woman to continue.

  She leaned back a little in the seat, pushing herself forward just enough so that Rianna could have better access as she unzipped Maria’s pants and pulled them down to her ankles.

  The younger woman rubbed her fingers against Maria’s mound, through her panties, teasing her a little before continuing with the activities at hand.

  She grinned up at the seated woman as she did so, and Maria felt herself getting wet just thinking about what they were doing.

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sp; It still felt pretty wrong, but it had gone well into the realm of excitement, and Maria did not want to stop.

  As Rianna rubbed her harder, she bucked her hips up against the younger woman’s hand, urging her to go on. She wanted so badly to feel Rianna’s tongue on her skin, but she did enjoy the foreplay.

  Rianna understood the sense of urgency Maria felt, somehow, despite their lack of verbal communication. She pushed the older woman’s panties down as well, and the sudden sensation of cool air against her more sensitive area made Maria gasp in anticipation for what was to come.

  Rianna knew how to please another woman. It was clear from the way her tongue immediately found the perfect rhythm in its alternating long licks and short flicking motions that she had done this several times before, but Maria could hardly care less.

  She could have done the same to a hundred women, and Maria would never have stopped her from working her magic here, as well.

  As Rianna’s tongue continued its movements, Maria arched back in the chair, playing with her own breasts with one hand and gripping Rianna’s hair with the other.

  She moaned loudly, surprising herself, and bucked her hips once again, this time urging the younger woman to lick harder, faster than before.

  Rianna obliged the unspoken request, frantically pushing her tongue hard against Maria’s clit on every other stroke, and it was only a matter of time until she felt the older woman tense in anticipation for her release.

  Only then did Rianna focus completely on the center of Maria’s pleasure, dragging her tongue in clockwise circles around the other woman’s clit until she came with a cry of satisfaction.

  Maria sat in silence, coming down from her orgasm, for just a moment before she gathered herself enough to speak. “I couldn’t last very long,” she said. “It’s been years since I’ve been with someone like this, and you were just so hot—“

  “Don’t be silly!” Rianna said with a laugh, climbing back into her chair once again. “I know how great I am. You don’t have to explain.”

  Maria grinned, and this time, it was her turn to surprise the other woman as she pulled her in close, chair and all, and shoved a hand down the front of her jeans. “At least let me repay the favor.”

  “Yes,” Rianna gasped, throwing her head back at the touch of Maria’s fingertips against her sex.

  She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her jeans, which made it significantly easier for Maria to maneuver around and rub against her wet slit.

  Unzipping the younger woman’s pants for a better angle, she shoved her fingers further and pushed two inside Rianna, thrusting them as hard as she could, given the awkward position of her wrist.

  “Oh god, yes,” Rianna moaned, and Maria thrust her fingers in again and again, adding a third after several more pushes.

  It was no time until she felt Rianna tense around her fingers and come in waves of deep orgasm, slumping back against the chair with a satisfied sigh.

  “Guess I’m pretty good, too,” said Maria with a grin.

  “No kidding!” Rianna said. “If this is a sample of how things are going to be with you, I’m looking forward to staying at your place for a while.”

  Maria laughed. She didn’t expect Rianna’s stay with her to be all passion and heated moments like this one, but whatever came their way, she knew they would be able to face it as long as they were together.

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  Epilogue

  Maria was surprised at how quickly Rianna became a part of her life, professionally and personally. Rianna turned out not only to be the perfect roommate (a neat freak who cooked a mean lasagna), but also quite the accomplished artist in her own right. She finally admitted to Maria that the purpose of her first visit was to ask if she would be interested in displaying her work.

  “Why didn’t you say something?” Maria asked as they lounged in bed one lazy Sunday morning.

  “My nerves kind of got the best of me,” Rianna said, resting her head on Maria’s shoulder and circling a fingertip around the older woman’s bare breasts. “Then he called and... well… you know.”

  Rianna never mentioned the abusive boyfriend again and Maria didn’t ask, though she did keep a sharp eye out the first few months Rianna was working at the gallery.

  Maria stood at the counter chatting with one of her regular customers as they watched Rianna hanging a new piece in the gallery. “That piece is exquisite,” the customer said, referring to the painting.

  “You have no idea,” Maria said with a smile, her eyes meeting Rianna’s across the room. “And I have the feeling it will only get more so over time.”

  The End

  30. Party Girl

  By: Naughty Nicole

  Party Girl

  © Cassandra Cole, 2016 – All rights reserved Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Warning

  This book contains explicit content intended for readers 18+ years old.

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  Chapter One

  “This is unbelievable!”

  Jessica Hart winced as Simon slammed his phone down hard on his workstation, his entire body shivering with fury and his eyebrows tightly knitted into a frown that made his otherwise handsome face look like someone had taken a few hits at it.

  He was breathing heavily, reciprocating from the screaming session he had just had with their most recent artist.

  Jessica quickly tried to think of what best to say, experience teaching her that simply letting Simon simmer over anything that made him this angry usually meant he would take it out on her.

  Besides, she was hoping for some alone time in the studio, and the last thing she wanted was an angry producer slamming away at his computer and mixer while barking orders at her over his shoulder.

  “If you ask me, she’s being unreasonable,” Jessica ventured, hoping she had chosen the right words given the situation.

  Simon shot her a look, his frown intimidating, but his fury had loosened a bit and was definitely not directed at her.

  “Right?” he yelled. “It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall!”

  Jessica let her breath out, only then realizing she had been holding it in the first place. “We can always talk to the label, right?”

  Simon scoffed. “Those idiots have no idea what they’re doing, anyway.”

  He shook his head, scratching aimlessly at what was supposed to be his project at growing a beard. It didn’t suit him, but Simon rarely did anything that did.

  “If you want, I can go over the set and see if what she’s asking for will be too much of a hassle,” Jessica suggested, hoping to get her first shot at sitting behind the wheel.

  Simon shook his head quickly, his frown deepening. “I don’t want any more time wasted on that no-talent piece of garbage,” he said. “If the label wants something changed, they better say it to my face, and pay for it. As far as I’m concerned, the track’s done.”

  Jessica nodded and watched her boss walk over to the couch set at the back of the small control room. He grabbed his coat and pulled it on
as he continued to mutter under his breath.

  The man was a musical genius, but when it came to ego, no one on earth was a match. He was good, better than most, and he knew it.

  It was one of the reasons Jessica had spent months trying to be his assistant.

  “Do me a favor,” Simon said as he adjusted the collar of his coat and rummaged across the desk for his keys. Jessica held them up for him. “Don’t spend too long here, close up when you’re done, and under no circumstances will you even give that track a minute of your time. Got it?”

  Jessica saluted and gave him a half-smile, a gesture he only frowned at in confusion, shook his head at, and walked out.

  * * *

  Chapter Two

  Jessica made sure the studio was locked before she pushed through the doors and entered the rehearsal room.

  The routine was simple, and the one part of the day she really looked forward to.

  Simon would leave the studio, asking her to lock up as if doing it for the first time, and then she’d have the entire place for herself.

  Making sure everything was in place, a quick tidy-up, shields and instrument hanging on their respective pegs, and she was her own boss for the next two hours before she had to go home.

  Running her hand across the Steinway piano, Jessica sat down and settled in comfortably, taking in a deep breath as she set her fingers on the keys, eyes closed, cracking her neck.

  She began to play, first pressing down on one key and then the other, slowly, letting the ringing of the sound fill the rehearsal room.

  She took in deep breaths, letting them out slowly as her fingers began to pick up speed.

  Jessica did this every night, only after Simon had gone, the minutes before he was used to leaving passing by slowly as she anticipated the time she could spend alone with her music.