Brother's Canadian Cowboy Friend (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 107)

by Flora Ferrari

  Suddenly he leans all the way in, no time for more words and his lips claim mine, hard, for the first time.

  CHAPTER 6

  Harmony

  As much as I want this to work, and I know it can, in no way do I want to get in-between Maverick and my brother’s friendship.

  And there’s no way around that.

  I breathe in deep and exhale, staring into the fire in front of me knowing my feet are firmly planted in the middle of the metaphorical version of just that.

  I hear Maverick coming up from behind, my body wanting to jump up and throw itself in his arms, but I can’t.

  After our kiss not five minutes ago we both pulled back just slightly, but only in the physical sense.

  I could see from the look in his eyes, mine telegraphed the same thing…there’s no way we can go back.

  We may have just taken a quick timeout, but in the grand scheme of things this is a snowball rolling downhill in the dead of December and what we have is only getting bigger, more powerful, and more impossible to stop by the second…not that I want to stop a single bit of it.

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ve never had S’mores?”

  The corners of my lips turn up and I can’t help but smile.

  “The marshmallows are older than the barn, and probably taste like a cow patty, but I don’t care. With good company anything can taste great.”

  Like his lips, although I’m not sure taste is the right word…more like feel.

  The ruggedness of their texture, the warmth of his breath…all of it…sent the clichéd tingles up my spine, except this was no cliché.

  Maverick breaks off a piece of a Hershey’s bar and tosses it into a tin pan, the tinging sound when it hits the bottom like music to my ears. This is a no frills kind of guy, and as he sits the pan right down on the coals I can’t help but laugh.

  He pulls a pocketknife out of his pocket, whittles the end of a stick in three short, quick, strokes, and pokes it through the marshmallow.

  Not twenty seconds later it’s the perfect gooey texture, but just as he starts to pull it back from the fire he pivots his wrist and the stick moves right toward me.

  Before I know what’s happening, he's tapping me on the nose.

  “Hey!” I feel the goo stick, and reach my finger up to wipe it off…and I’m not shy about licking it either.

  My mind is definitely in the gutter because the idea of licking off some white, sticky goo from his long stick is making my imagination run wild.

  Maverick completely ignores my one word call for marshmallow justice, and prepares a couple S’mores in record time.

  He hands me one, and then holds his up. We tap them as if they’re drinks and we’re toasting. His expression is still completely deadpan, which only makes me want to laugh that much more.

  I bring the tasty treat to my lips and he does the same. We both take a big bite at the same time and begin chewing…before the pace of our mouths slows.

  Suddenly we both spit out our ‘food’ and simultaneously bust out laughing.

  “I guess not everything can taste great when you’re with good company.”

  “Maybe not some synthetic food made by a machine in a factory, but I know what I really want to taste will always satisfy me…and by satisfy me I mean drive me crazy, wanting more.”

  “Huh?”

  Maverick wastes no time, sliding in closer, his mouth finding mine, and this time I know there will be no pulling back from either of us.

  Two steps forward and one step back? I don’t think so.

  His hand cups my face before sliding around behind my head where his fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to the back of my head, not that I wasn’t devouring his mouth already.

  His fingers intertwine in my hair as he pulls it back slightly, turning my head sideways and exposing my neck. His kisses move from my lips and then along my jawline, even pausing to playfully bite my chin before making his way down my neck and kissing right on that vein on the side that is absolutely throbbing.

  He continues kissing me, my eyes closed and my head all the way back on its own now. He finds that sensitive spot tucked right up and underneath my ear and I damn near climax immediately.

  Instead I manage a hard exhale followed by a whimper. “Maverick,” I muster, barely able to speak. “I want to…I need to—“

  “You need me and I need you and that’s all there is to know.” He continues devouring my neck before he takes my chin in his hand and then his hand slides down, cupping my throat and I feel the insides of my legs start to shake.

  No. Not yet.

  I try and think about baseball, math, and politics all at the same time to delay what’s so close, but all I can really think about is how badly I need to tell him something I’ve never shared with anyone, in more ways than one.

  “There’s something—“

  “There’s nothing. You’re everything,” he moans into my skin, the deep base from his words reverberating against my frame as his hand slides down across my shoulder before grabbing it.

  The man’s hand can hold my entire shoulder, my winged back bone on one side and half my collarbone. He’s so much bigger than me, yet not in a freakish way, although feeling his power first hand reminds me of just another way how he makes me feel so feminine.

  “Maverick,” I say pulling my body away from him before this gets out of hand and there’s no stopping either of us…which we are seconds away from already.

  He looks like a lone wolf on the prairie, his face covered in blood from a fresh kill that’s still twitching, and someone has just run up on him…yet no matter how big the hunter’s rifle he’s not about to stop devouring what he’s caught, and is feasting on.

  His pupils are dilated and a vein in his forehead, one I’ve never seen before, is slightly visible…pumping blood a mile a minute.

  “There’s something you have to know,” I finally spit out, my face bunching up in fear at what he’s going to think about me when he hears the truth.

  “I don’t care about your past, all I care about is our future.”

  “Not in that way. I mean, it is about the past, but…it’s…more about my…let’s say, lack of a past.”

  “What?”

  I lift my eyebrows.

  “Uhhh,” he moans in a pitch that I guess would resemble the exact same way he will when he fills me with his seed for the first time. “You’re…”

  I nod.

  I pause, ready for the disappointment, but instead I’m greeted with the one word I wasn’t expecting…and the one that absolutely could never be topped.

  “Mine,” he growls before diving back in, pulling my shirt slightly to the side and kissing my collarbone.

  My eyes close, but I have to remain strong. I pull back.

  “You mean…you don’t care?”

  “Care? You’re fuckin’ right I care. I care more than anything. You know what this means?”

  “That I don’t really know what I’m doing. I mean I’ll try and I’m willing to learn and I—”

  His hand comes up and he places one finger gently on my lips.

  “It means that no man will ever know what it’s like to call you his, to know that you belong to him and only him…except me. And you have no idea how damn proud I am to be that man and what that’s doing to me…and not just physically.”

  My eyes drag down his body and I very easily see physicality what he’s talking about. His need is pronounced, prominent as an oak tree in the backyard, and stiff enough to hang a tire swing from. And knowing that I’m going to be the one he’s going to swing around like a ragdoll every day for the rest of our lives…in the bed, in the barn, everywhere…makes me just as possessive as him.

  I feel my gaze heat and know my intensity is now just as fully on display as his.

  “Mine,” I say, feeling wild thanks to the confidence he’s given me. The way he turned something around…something that was filling me with anxiety, doub
t, and even a bit of dread, reminds me just how supportive this man will always be…which sure is important because I want a man who encourages children and helps them become all that they can be.

  And the only man I ever wanted to carry a child for is him.

  And do I ever want to carry his children…all of them. Our children.

  “You’re damn right I’m yours.”

  He leans back, putting his hands down behind him.

  “What? Did I do something wrong?” Why did he suddenly back off?

  “Wrong? You’ve done everything right…for eighteen long years. Knowing that’s how long you’ve been saving myself for me, and only me. Damn. I mean, I’m not some weirdo and I know this all just happened in the last barely twenty-four hours, but still.” He shakes his head. “Twenty-four hours. Can you believe it? What a difference a day makes…and how quickly a life, our lives, can change.”

  “But it wasn’t just twenty-four hours, Maverick. For me it was always you. I’ve known for a couple years now.”

  “I’m not sure if that’s right. You were too young then.”

  “Too young to act on it, yes. But I was old enough to know what I wanted despite people seeing me as a kid. I’m not someone who’s just going through the motions of life. I read a lot. Psychology and even a ton of fiction. I like romance novellas just as much as the next helpless romantic, but I wasn’t going to go through life wondering if the kind of life I read about in books exists. I knew it did…I just had to get to you and tell you.”

  “You didn’t have to say a word, beautiful. All you had to do was show up.”

  “Lucky me.”

  “Lucky me.”

  He just sits there, his weight back on his hands as he shakes his head as his eyes shoot electricity through me.

  “What?”

  “I just can’t believe this is real. This is like panning for gold and striking it filthy, stinking rich on your first morning…only a billion times better.”

  “No…”

  “Yes. You have no idea.”

  “I do, because I feel the same way.”

  “Good. That means the only idea then is the one I need to come up with.”

  “Come again?”

  “To make your, our, first time special…one you’ll never forget.”

  “It’s going to be special no matter how, what, when, where, or why it happens…because it’s you.”

  “Because it’s us.”

  His chest balloons out as he sucks in a big breath of air before blowing it out.

  “Where do we go from here?” I ask.

  “As much as it pains me to say it, we can’t do it here tonight, not like this.”

  “But—“

  “But nothing. You deserve more than shitty S’more sex.”

  I can’t help but laugh.

  “They were pretty bad. I’m not gonna lie.”

  “The worst. But the taste of your lips more than made up for it.”

  “Maybe that’s it right there.”

  “What right where?”

  “My lips.”

  “What about them,” he growls, his body weight coming forward as he leans toward me.

  “Maybe they hold the secret to just what we can do tonight.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I say, playfully shoving him in the chest, letting my hand linger just a bit too long as I feel his powerful pecs underneath my palm.

  I stand, throwing one leg over his lap and mount him as he leans back on a big, thick wooden log behind him.

  He obviously knows where this is going, and I do too…even though I’ve never gone down this road in my life.

  But I’m ready, for him and only him.

  And it’s time to get a taste of what life with him is really going to be like.

  That starts right now.

  CHAPTER 7

  Maverick

  We were like clockwork out there today, her brother the odd man out.

  And now that her brother is out cold, we’re going to get in sync together, alone.

  Harmony’s small hands slide down my torso, finding my big, brass belt buckle and quickly slipping the leather out of the catch behind it and then through the loops.

  Her eyes are locked on mine, an ornery look in her eye that let’s me know that although she may not have any experience, she knows exactly what she’s about to do…and the thought of it has my dick pulsing against the inside of my Wrangler’s, needing to be freed.

  She moves in closer, her lips stopping just short of mine while her hand slides my zipper down and then she fists my cock through my underwear.

  If I’m not careful I’ll explode like an untapped oil well right now, even though the untapped well I want to tap more than anything is her.

  But there’s not gonna be any tapping to it. I’m gonna hit it and hit it hard. And this isn’t about a hit and run, a dine and dash, or anything of the sort.

  I want her as mine…always.

  But the first time there’s no way I’m going to be able to control myself. She’s brought out the animal in me and there’s no putting him back in his cage.

  “How’s that?” she asks, her hot breath entering my open lips.

  “Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll find out exactly how it is.”

  She smirks and I can’t take it anymore. My hand comes up, engulfing the back of her head as I pull her in close, her lips crashing into mine.

  The force and the fireworks of our kiss cause her hand to clench, grabbing my rod even harder reminding me that although her kiss is the sweetest thing in the world, I still need to release this pain or else I’m going to explode.

  She reads my mind, quickly unbuttoning my flannel shirt and kissing her way down the center of my body until she reaches the top of my drawers.

  Playfully, she pulls the elastic waistband and lets it snap back into place.

  I lean back, my eyes closing and then feel the cool night air as she wiggles my briefs off, freeing my rod for what I can’t wait for her to do.

  Wasting no time I feel her stack her hands one on top of the other as her warm, moist mouth engulfs the crown of my cock while her hands stroke up and down.

  “Fuck, baby. You sure know how…”

  I can’t even finish my sentence, my thought, my anything.

  All I can think about is how amazing she feels, how her mouth is like a pocket for my cock and how much I can’t wait to empty everything I’ve got inside it.

  But this is just the beginning. It’s not just her mouth I want to fill, her throat I want to coat, but it’s her womb I want to paint with my seed…breed her and make a baby with her. Hell, twins or even triplets would be better.

  And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, fill her pussy with my juice, but not until our first time. Right now is about this, this connection, and no matter how much I try to hold back I’m lost in the moment.

  Suddenly her hands pull back and she takes damn near half of my ten inches in her tiny mouth.

  That’s all I can handle.

  My hands shoot out, finding the sides of her head as my muscles involuntarily contract, causing me to fist her hair as she slides her face up and down my pole.

  “Uh…uh…oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  “Come in my mouth,” she gurgles, the vibrations from her words bouncing off the sides of my fat dick which completely fills her moist mouth sends me over the top.

  My body bends forward violently as I unload inside her mouth, feeling my hot, wet ropes cover the back of her throat.

  Somehow she manages to keep her face down, my dick buried inside her, as she takes everything I have to give…and then some more when I go right into a second round.

  My entire upper body heaves as I try and get air. I work out like a fiend and spend my day doing all kind of cowboy work, yet for the first time in my life I can’t catch my breath.

  Finally I fall back onto the log behind me and her head comes off my cock, the popping of the va
cuum sound filling the space around us.

  She looks like a lion, fresh from a kill, but her face isn’t covered in blood. As a matter of fact it’s not covered in anything. She swallowed every last drop, her commitment blowing me away.