by Jade Allen
He led her up the grand front staircase which stopped at an enormous set of double doors. The door opened before they had reached the top step, an old man greeting them there.
“Good morning, sir. Back already?” he asked good-naturedly.
“Yes I am. Ava, this is Michael,” he motioned toward the old man. “Michael, this is Miss Ava Mitchell.”
Ava nodded politely, but then turned a quizzical gaze to Noah. He just smiled devilishly.
“I'll be home for lunch today, with a guest. If you could let Margaret know, I'd appreciate it,” he spoke to Michael. The man nodded and then he was off, through the grand, open living area to a hallway at the far left end of the house.
Noah started forward, ascending the tall, spiral staircase that lead to the second floor. Still perplexed, looking around in awe, Ava followed. He turned to the right as they reached the top and continued down the hall to the last door on the right. Opening the door to reveal a grand bedroom inside, Ava stopped mid-step.
“This is your house,” she stated quietly. That's why Noah had a ridiculously expensive-looking car. That's why the old man had opened the door for them, greeting Noah. She had no idea how a wrangler—even one as good as Noah—could afford a house so large it looked as if it had swallowed several others. But it was definitely his house. She was certain.
“Yes, this is my house, Ava,” Noah confirmed, his eyes intent on hers as if he were looking for something there.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, and more than a little out of place. She'd never believe that money made a person worth anything more than someone without—particularly having been the one without for her entire life—but still she somehow felt a little out of her league here, enough so that she took a step back, hovering at the room's entrance.
Noah's gaze changed right then, as if he'd found the answer to whatever he'd been looking for, and suddenly there was nothing but molten, hot fire blazing in his eyes. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Ava into the room, closing the door behind them. All thoughts of money and mansions fled as he backed her up against the door, his mouth covering hers as it had before. After days of thwarted arousal, this time, she realized there would be no interruptions, and a wild abandonment surged through her.
Ava's hands returned to where they had been not long ago, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her eyes fixed on his chest as the fabric parted to reveal inch after inch of the muscular breadth of him. Unable to resist the temptation, she leaned forward, the tip of her tongue tasting his tanned skin as she kissed her way from his neck, down solid pecs and his, immaculately chiseled, washboard abs. She paused briefly when she reached the waist of his jeans, then her lips continued, from one hip to the other, just above the denim fabric that hindered her descent. Noah's hands twined in her silken, blonde hair, and he groaned as she returned to his center, unzipping his fly, hooking her fingers in the waist of his jeans and continuing to kiss every inch of skin she exposed. It was Ava's turn to moan as his cock sprang free, her mouth and lips growing moist instantly at the long, hard length of him. As she worked her way from his neck to where she was now, kneeling in front of him, she'd intended to tease him; to drive him wild with anticipation, but she couldn't resist. Opening her mouth wide, she sheathed him between her lips, taking in every inch of him she could. She moved slowly, savoring his scent, the taste of him on her tongue, the way he felt against her lips. After a long while, her pace increased, but not more than a few seconds later, Noah had pulled her to her feet, his fingers moving to the zipper at the side of her dress.
“My turn,” he whispered, and Ava moaned, the blazing heat in his eyes and his devilish grin nearly sending her over the edge.
As he lowered her zipper, Ava's dress fell to the floor. She hadn't bothered putting anything on under her dress and so in an instant, she was completely naked, her soft curves, her ample breasts and smooth pussy bare before him. Gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep his arousal in check, he had her on the bed in one swift movement, laying her back as he spread her legs. He leaned forward from the edge of the bed, his lips making contact with the inside of one of her thighs, kissing his way up slowly until he reached the apex.
Ava held her breath, waiting for him to continue upward, her body writhing to spur him on. But instead, Noah's lips started back down the inside of her other thigh, and she moaned in frustration. He smiled evilly, knowing he was driving her wild and continued his descent before working his way back up again. Hovering no more than an inch away from her pussy, Noah's fingers touched her instead, sliding along her wet slit before parting her lips, spreading her wide open. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt; to be so completely exposed to someone she barely knew. He leaned in further then, his tongue darting out to lick along her parted lips. Ava was so aroused that her hips nearly bucked off the bed in response to his sensual touch, and she fought against the urge to scream as he moved to her clit, licking gently at first before sucking her into his mouth. The strange pressure was exquisite, and already she could feel her orgasm building quickly. He sucked harder and she moaned loud, her hands clawing at the downy soft blankets on the bed, and as she felt his finger slip into her open pussy, her back arched off the bed as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
He released her then, his finger leaving her pussy and she watched as he sucked it into his mouth before going straight to the source, plunging his tongue deep inside her, darting in and out. Although the aftershocks of her last orgasm had yet to subside, she could already feel her body stirring again. She moaned softly as his pace increased but whimpered a moment later as his tongue left her warmth. Ava wouldn't feel bereft long, as two fingers replaced his tongue, plunging in and out fast. And then something changed. Noah bent his fingers as he continued to thrust, stimulating the tiny, most sensitive pleasure zone in her body. Instantly, an exquisite pressure began to build deep inside her, and before long she was thrashing wildly beneath him, her erotic screams of ecstasy filling the room as she started to cum, an orgasm unlike any other soaking her pussy and thighs.
Noah was on top of her then; he leaned down to kiss her as she felt his cock pressed against her wet entrance. But rather than plunge inside, he rolled then, pulling her with him to sit astride him. All of a sudden, she felt wickedly powerful, hovering above his massive cock, his expression consumed with desire as his gaze took in every inch of her. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, leaning forward so that she was only inches from his face as he watched intently. Sitting up straight, she lowered herself down then, ever so slowly, the tip of his cock sliding into her wet slit. Inch by inch, she continued until she'd taken every inch of him inside her, stilling for a moment to adjust to his enormous girth. Finally, she started to move, slowly at first, desperately trying to maintain the tenuous hold on her arousal, pacing herself to draw out the incredible experience as long as she could. But as Noah leaned up, flexing his flawless abs as he squeezed her tits, sucking a nipple in his mouth, her restraint snapped. Ava's pace increased, riding him faster; her fingers digging into his shoulders as he released her nipple, leaning up further to reach her lips. She kissed him back with a wild fervor as she rode him harder, their moans twining together as Noah's tongue delved into her mouth. Ava started to cum, the tremors of her orgasm coursing through her body, and as her pussy spasmed around his cock, Noah toppled over the edge, too, cumming hard as he thrust deep inside her one last time.
His arms wrapped around her, Ava's head resting on his shoulder, they remained in that position, breathless as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly subsided. Finally, Noah fell back against the bed, bringing Ava with him as he slipped from her warmth. She sighed, immediately feeling empty. As exhausted as her body was, she wasn't ready for this to be over.
“What would you say to lunch in bed?” Noah whispered against her ear a moment later. “A little sustenance to keep our energy up?”
“Apparently Noah isn't in any hurry for this to be over either,” she thought to herself with a sm
ile, her body already humming with anticipation. She'd have to return to the ranch at some point; Christie would begin to worry eventually otherwise, but Ava was quite certain that the rest of her vacation was going to be a whole lot more interesting than she could ever have imagined.
THE END
Wrangled By Two Cowboys
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Drop dead."
Patrick reached forward carefully and withdrew the glass from in front of Nixie, pulling out the picks she had thrown into it with each exclamation.
"Honey, it's lovely that you have reached the point of aggravation and, apparently, intoxication at which you feel free to express your emotions, but you are using up all of my little plastic swords and I need those for my sissy mixed drinks."
Nixie sighed and slumped down onto the bar, resting her head on her folded arms and squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that had been threatening them since she sat down. She actually wasn't drunk. She wished she was because it would probably help her get through the night more easily, but the drink that she filled with picks had only been her second and Patrick had confiscated it before she was able to take more than a sip.
"What's wrong with me, Patrick?" Nixie asked, lifting her head from her arms and digging her fingers back through her hair.
"Nothing's wrong with you. You have completely legit reasons to be upset right now. Your boyfriend broke up with you because he said he needed to work on himself and wasn't ready to make any major commitments and then got engaged three weeks later to your former college roommate who, incidentally, introduced the two of you in the first place, and they are having their joint bachelor-slash-bachelorette party tonight."
"Thank you for that rambling run-on sentence of a recap."
Patrick tilted his head and looked into the distance like he was going back over what he had just said.
"No, that was actually completely grammatically correct. Wordy as hell, perhaps, but grammatically correct."
There was a loud cheer from the small private room at the back of the bar and Nixie rolled her eyes, sagging back down onto the bar.
"I guess he could have been more tactful than to hold the party at the bar he knows you have gone to every single Friday night for the last five years," Patrick said, glancing over at the room and then back at Nixie, "Speaking of which, why are you still here?"
"I am showing how positive and strong I am, and that he can't get me down," she replied, not bothering to lift her head from her arms.
"Yeah," he said, sounding unconvinced, "You show them, girl." Nixie felt him pet the back of her head awkwardly, "Not that this whole situation you've got going on here isn't effective, but do you know what would really make an impact on Bryan?"
"What?"
"Dancing with someone like that delicious piece of man candy that has been eyeing you for the last hour."
Nixie raised her head to look at Patrick.
"How many times have I asked you not to use that phrase? It makes me uncomfortable." She turned around to look in the same direction as Patrick, "Damn."
"I told you. Man candy."
Nixie turned back to Patrick.
"Where the hell did he come from?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at the gorgeous man across the bar.
"I don't know, but he's looking at you. Maybe he's looking at me." Patrick struck what Nixie could only assume was meant to be a subtly sexy pose, held it for a few seconds, and then relaxed again, "No, definitely you."
"Great. I've had an audience for my emotional breakdown."
Patrick suddenly picked up a rag and started randomly wiping down any surface he could reach without moving from his spot.
"I don't think that's why he's been looking at you. Perk up, Fancy, he's on his way over here."
"What?" Nixie half-shrieked, half-whispered, but before Patrick could respond, she felt someone step up beside her.
She glanced up and saw the man from across the bar standing close to her, gazing down at her with eyes the color of chocolate and lips that looked like they were just as sweet.
"Hi," he said and the smooth, silky rumble of his voice rolled through her like thunder.
"Hi."
"Is there anyone sitting here?"
He rested his hand on the back of the barstool beside her and Nixie shook her head.
"No."
"Can I join you?"
There was a strange yip sound from Patrick and Nixie looked over to see him suddenly extremely invested in cleaning and arranging the glasses in the ceiling racks that likely hadn't been touched in several years.
"Absolutely," she said, turning back to the man.
He settled his denim-clad body onto the barstool beside her and looked at Patrick.
"Is he ok?"
Nixie let out a long breath.
"He's fine. He's just not very good at his job."
Patrick shot her a disgusted glance over his shoulder and the man beside her laughed.
"I'm Damian," he said, extending his hand to Nixie.
"Nixie," she said, tucking her hand into his.
He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a gentle squeeze and Nixie felt a flutter in her belly.
"So what are you doing sitting here all alone tonight?"
There was another cheer from the private room and Nixie cringed.
"They're pretty loud, huh?"
"That is an engagement party for my former college roommate," she started.
"Shouldn't you be in there, then?"
"And my ex-boyfriend."
"Ah. Well, that's uncomfortable."
"It most certainly is."
Damian slid off of his stool and held out a hand to Nixie.
"Let me take your mind off of it."
There was another yip from Patrick, but Nixie had such focus on Damian she didn't even look his way. She took Damian's hand again and let him guide her off of her stool and toward the small dancefloor in the center of the room. Only a few other people were dancing, but Nixie didn't care. Damian pulled her into his arms and rested his hands on the full swell of her hips. She could feel the heat coming off of his body as he moved against her, encouraging her to roll with him to the rhythm of the music throbbing around them.
****
"I can't believe that I'm actually going to ask this," Nixie said, her eyes flickering to the DJ booth a few feet away. "Do you come here often?"
Damian laughed and pulled her a little closer.
"This is my first time."
"That would explain why neither Patrick or I recognized you."
"I guess you do come here often?"
Nixie sighed, unsure if whether her answer was going to sound impressive because of her devotion and consistency, or really pathetic because she has had nothing better to do for five years of Friday nights.
"Every Friday night."
There was yet another cheer from the back room, this time even louder and more rambunctious, and Nixie cringed.
"So that would be why you are subjecting yourself to being here while that's going on. You don't want to break the streak you have going."
"Something like that."
No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, Nixie felt the beginnings of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Dammit all to hell. Back foul beasts! That didn't work either. She had lost all control of her emotions and was officially reduced to a pool of uselessness and sniffling.
The worst part about this whole situation is that she had felt like she was over Bryan. She had even been considering breaking up with him in the weeks leading up to him crushing her soul with his little whirlwind romance with her former best friend. Things had felt a little distant between them for a while. Of course, that was probably because the further he was getting from her, the cozier he was getting with Angela, but that was not something that Nixie really wanted to dwell on at that moment.
Damian tucked a finger under her soft chin and lifted her face to look at him. Eyes like hot chocolate
stared back at her. Dear lord she loved a good cup of cocoa on a chilly autumn night.
"Do you want to get out of here? You've officially been here. Your streak is intact. Let's go somewhere where you can actually have fun."
A rousing and decidedly drunken rendition of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" rose up out of the banquet room with a few people throwing in a couple of "she"s for good measure. That pushed Nixie right over the edge.
"Absolutely," she said, "Where are we going?"
Damian's face broke into a wide smile.
"It's a little bar called Caddy's. It's just up the road a bit. You can follow me there."
Nixie nodded and glanced back at Patrick who was leaning so far over the bar she thought he was in distinct danger of toppling over. He noticed she was looking and started frantically polishing the bar again.
"Just one second."
She crossed back to the bar and smacked a hand down on it. Patrick jumped, the bar towel falling from his hand.
"I'll have you know that you are interrupting my sacred bartender-ly duties."
"Uh-huh. Look, Damian invited me to go to a different bar with him. It's called Caddy's and he says it's right up the road. Can you meet me up there?"
"Well, it's pretty dead in here tonight and Sasha is supposed to be coming in in about an hour, so I could probably get off then and come up there. Why do you need me?"
"Because I am going to a strange bar with a man that I just met. Don't you ever watch TV? If he plans on murdering me, I'd at least like to have someone that knows where I'm supposed to be so it doesn't take weeks to find my body."
