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

by Flora Ferrari

  Good. None of us ever drinks and drives which means that they’ll have to call a cab or a friend, which will take forever in this traffic.

  More time I get with my woman.

  And she is mine. The only question is can I show the self-restraint needed to wait nine more days?

  Honestly? I’m not a gambling man, but if I was…I wouldn’t put a penny on it.

  The rules change when I’m in her presence, and by change I mean they all fly out the window.

  When I pull up to the house in a few more minutes…if I see her there alone, through the window, in those red pajamas she had on last night…well the big bad wolf in me might come out and devour every last bit of her.

  There’s nothing more I want in this world than to do to exactly that.

  To make her mine.

  CHAPTER 11

  Harmony

  I get Daisy into a stall knowing this is my last day to train with her. She’s not a cattle penning horse, and I’m not that kind of rider, so we’re both way out of our element.

  “Good girl,” I say, running my hand over her nose. She brings her face close to mine and I can’t help but give her a big hug.

  The competition for our class is in two days…less than forty-eight hours. Tomorrow Daisy will rest and then we’ll all wake up the next morning for what we hope is a full day of competition.

  Knowing a good showing is Maverick’s dream, I really want to come through for him. That’s not entirely true though. Maverick doesn’t want a good showing…he wants to win, and so do I.

  I never knew how competitive I could be, but being that this is what my man wants so badly…well, I want it badly too.

  My man.

  Just thinking of him like that sends chills down my spine and goosebumps forming everywhere, which are only amplified seconds later.

  “Hey,” the husky voice from behind booms.

  I jump, startled, and Daisy whinnies.

  I turn quickly and take in the sight of him leaning against the stall’s gate.

  God, he looks so sexy.

  A single wheat stem hangs from his mouth, his head cocked to the side and his cowboy hat tipped back. His white T-shirt is taught across his barrel chest, right down across his washboard abs and then it separated from his blue jeans by a thick leather belt, and an even thicker and bigger buckle.

  “I thought you were at the parade.”

  “I was, but I’d rather be here…with you.”

  I swallow hard. “What about Hank?”

  “He’s three sheets to the wind and well on his way to being drunk as a skunk.”

  “He must be lonely, his fiancé being so far away for such a long time and all.”

  “Most likely, yes,” he says, pushing off from the gate with his shoulder as he straightens his body upright. “But I think he senses what’s going on between us and that’s got him concerned even more.”

  “What is going on between us…I mean…tonight?”

  One of Maverick’s big leather boots pushes off the straw floor while the other moves toward me. “Well, Hank’s got the parade and then a good three more hours of singing, dancing, and other acts during the grandstand show tonight.”

  “Plus another twenty to thirty minutes of fireworks after.”

  “Oh, the fireworks are about to start right…now,” he says, closing the distance between us with his long, effortless strides.

  “Fireworks around all this straw?” I cock an eyebrow.

  “I’ve been about to spontaneously combust all day, and the fireworks between us are more than lit. It’s time to set them off,” his matter of fact deep timbre pitch states.

  Just steps from me he reaches down and his big hands grab his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head in the sexiest of ways as my eyes zoom in on the V-shaped area between his hip bones and lower abdominal region that goes from both sides of the obliques and funnels at angles that sort of point right to his cock…the thing I want most right now.

  He tosses his shirt to the side, and scoops me up. The blisters and calluses of his hands only accentuate just how masculine he is.

  He carries me back and out of the Daisy’s stall and into the walkway that runs through the barn, separating each side from the other.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “Where do you think I’m taking you?”

  “I think you’re taking me inside, but I know where I want you to take me…where I’ve dreamed of you taking me for the first time.”

  “Our first time isn’t tonight...as hard as it is to say it, and is it ever hard, it can’t be regardless of much as we want it to be. You deserve more. You deserve—“

  “Exactly what I want, right?”

  He freezes in his tracks. Now the two of us are just there, motionless. He’s standing, holding me, looking down at me…but not saying a word.

  “Maverick.”

  He nods ever so slightly, his eyes hanging on to my next words.

  “I’m not a fancy girl and you’re not a fancy guy. We know that. It’s not who we are and we shouldn’t pretend. I’m a cowgirl and you’re a cowboy. Those aren’t just words, they’re a way of life. And you know I’ve always dreamed about a life with you…creating life with you. And to be honest?”

  “Always.”

  “I always dreamed we’d create that life somewhere not just like here, but exactly here.”

  His fingers tighten their grip and a growl escapes his lips.

  “We can’t deny who we are. That’s what you’re saying, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Good, because I don’t want to…and I don’t want to deny what we want either.”

  “Not want…need,” I correct.

  His nostrils flare and he bares his teeth.

  “And I need you more than anything in this world, ever.”

  “Good. Then take me, because I’m yours.”

  “Mine,” he snarls. “You’re damn right…you’re mine.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Maverick

  “Do I stink?” she asks.

  “Stink?” My head pulls back as I carry her into the one stall I keep absolutely sparkling clean at all times. “You smell like the sweetest flower after a fresh, summer rain.”

  “Oh my god. Where did that come from?”

  “The truth, because it is.”

  “But I’ve been riding Daisy for hours.”

  “Which explains why you smell sweet, and even if you didn’t just knowing you broke a sweat riding Daisy, putting in work…knowing that you’re doing this for me…that’s the ultimate pheromone, especially because it comes from you.”

  Her mouth opens slightly as I change my grip to balance her in one hand and reach for a blanket with the other. She’s light as a feather so it’s easy, and I grab a hold of the blanket and prepare to toss it out.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Throwing a blanket down.”

  “Don’t. I want to feel everything.”

  “You’ll get poked by the straw.”

  “I’m going to get poked by something much bigger than that, and I want to feel it all. I want my first experience to be one where I truly experience everything. We can do slow and nice later. Right now I want nothing more than to watch you take me just how you want to, because I know you want to…and I want it too.”

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

  “Try me,” she says with a set jaw.

  “Your mind might be ready, but not your body.”

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve touched myself to thoughts of you, how many times I’ve slid in a finger only for it to quickly become two or even three.”

  My pulse quickens even more as I gently lay her back down on a bunch of soft straw, keeping my big body above hers. There’s just something primal about my dominant pose that I can’t even fathom, yet the irony is that she’s just as dominant as me. She’s the one who owns me, just as I own her…and soon that will be official.


  “Because of me?”

  “I knew you’d be thick and long and something always told me, a voice in my head, that you would be mine.”

  “I’m yours all right.”

  “Then prove it.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “It’s everything you want it to be, and everything I want too…which is you, and only you.”

  “Damn, woman.”

  She reaches for my belt buckle and makes quick work of it as I unbutton her blouse. I yank the fucker back and her shoulder blades come together behind her, pushing her chest out into my face.

  I grab each cup of her bra with my hands, wringing the material and her breasts beneath it in my hands until I squeeze too much and one of her tits pops out, flipping the switch inside me.

  My other hand quickly slides around behind her, unhooking her bra with a scissoring of my first and middle finger allowing her breasts to fall free…if it wasn’t for my mouth.

  I press them together, taking her nipples in my mouth as I flick her taut tips, feeling her peaks pebble as I taste them.

  She breathes out hard, and her pelvis writhes beneath me and then up as she presses it against my already fully erect cock.

  Damn, I have to have this woman. What in the hell was I thinking, thinking I could wait nine more days?

  I’m a fool, but I’m a genius when it matters most…her. Having this woman in my life, forever, is easily the smartest thing I, or any man, could ever do. But there will never be “any man,” only this man. Me. She’s going to be mine tonight and always, and the knowledge of that fact alone sends my possessiveness sky high, crashing through the roof of the barn.

  I grab her jeans and yank them down to her mid-thigh, but I don’t stop. She wiggles her body, the straw underneath her surely cutting her skin, but she doesn’t care…and neither do I.

  Do I want her safe and comfortable at all times? Yes, and no. Yes in that I always want to be her protector, but no in that she’ll never be safe with me. I’m a lone wolf on the prairie on a full moon night. But not anymore. I’ve found my mate and proving once again that humans are indeed animals I tip my head back and howl like a demon possessed.

  Her eyes shoot open wider than before as she moans loudly.

  In this moment I feel nothing, hear nothing, see nothing…but her.

  She’s everything, my world. And that’s how it will always be.

  “Fuck me, Maverick. Fuck me so good I’ll be able to feel it for the rest of my life.”

  “Our life,” I say, reminding her that we're one for eternity now.

  “Ours.’

  I kick my jeans off and her hands feverishly tear at my briefs. I yank them down and off just as she does the same.

  There we are, naked in the hay.

  I slide my hands under her and roll over onto my back. No way am I going to thrust into her and mark up her beautiful back. Plus it’s not called cowgirl style for nothing.

  I lay there, staring up at her, watching as she flexes her ass and legs and comes up and on top of me, putting her entrance right at my tip.

  “This is it. This is forever. There’s no going back now.”

  “Going back was never an option, never a thought. It was only ever about us…and now it’s time.”

  I grab her ass just as she releases the tension in her glutes and slides right down my pole.

  My eyes roll back in my head and my entire world seems to spin and becomes more alive and vibrant than ever, both at the same time.

  What’s that fancy psychology term? Cognitive dissonance? The one where the mind can’t hold two conflicting beliefs at the same time?

  Well then how can I feel so alive, so perfect, so everything good about this world at the same time I don’t even feel like I’m on this planet?

  How can I so clearly process what’s happening at the same time my head is spinning furiously?

  But most importantly the belief that I’d be single forever, a cowboy alone on the range and happy about it, has long washed from my mind. That belief is completely shattered and replaced, thanks to her.

  Now I see our children, our dogs, our animals…our life together.

  And that’s all that matters.

  My balls are already starting to pull up, nature taking the lead and leading us to what we both need…a family together.

  “Maverick!” she yells as she bounces up and down on my rod.

  My fingers squeeze her ass hard as I thrust her up and down my entire length as she somehow takes all ten inches.

  I can’t breath. I can’t think. I can only feel.

  And suddenly I feel liquid splashing all over my lower abs and chest. I open my eyes to see she’s coming so furiously she’s damn near squirting all over me. The friction and suction causing her juices to spew each time I yank her back up my rod and then again as her drenched pussy bottoms out on my shaft.

  That’s it. I can’t take anymore.

  “Harmony! Oh fuck, baby.”

  “Yes. Come, Maverick. Come in my wet pussy. Fill me with your seed. Make a baby with me as you make me keep coming so hard I pass out.”

  Her words are the last straw, sending my shoulders down into the hay as my entire midsection thrusts up once more and I absolutely unload an orgasm for the ages.

  My body bucks wildly as she grabs my torso, holding on for dear life as I foam at the mouth, filling her with my hot, creamy gift.

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cooooom—” I yell and she continues squirting, coating my rod with her juices as I fill her with mine.

  Biology and breeding take over and I spin to the side, throwing her on her back as she spasms as I make sure all my seed has the force of gravity behind it. I’m not letting a single drop spill out.

  I know her pussy is greedy for me and I’m making sure she keeps it…all of it, and damn is there a lot.

  I’ve been waiting my entire life for this, I just never knew it until I met her. And damn, I never could have guessed how many thick, white ropes I could have thrown inside her…not in a million years.

  I continue climaxing buckets until finally my body stills. Her midsection kicks one more time, like a violent hiccup, but I know it has nothing to do with anything like that…and I know there won’t be any hiccups when it comes to making a family with her.

  We are meant for each other, and dammit if I don’t know with one hundred percent certainty that this seed is gonna take.

  I leave my dick inside her, not just to make sure, but for the feel of it. I don’t want this moment to ever end.

  There can only be one first time, and this is it. In one way I could die right now a complete man.

  And in another this would be the greatest tragedy in human history.

  Why?

  Because I’m the luckiest man in human history, no if’s, and’s or but’s. And I want to live out this miracle that is her…us.

  Time seems to stand still until at the end of the barn, through the opening way down there, I can see the full moon.

  Figures she brought out the beast in me, that only she could.

  I carefully slide my cock from her channel, cupping her wet hole, making sure to keep everything inside.

  “You don’t want any to spill out, do you?”

  “Never.”

  “Good. Neither do I.”

  I nod. “We better continue then…just to make sure.”

  “Just to make sure,” she agrees before giving me a big, ol’ way too obvious wink and an even bigger smile.

  I look down at my dick and her eyes follow.

  “You’re still hard,” she says in complete shock.

  “For you, always.”

  “Good, because we’ve got all night.”

  “No,” I correct. “You’re mine…forever.”

  CHAPTER 13

  Harmony

  Saturday, July 6th, 2019

  I feel a strange vibration underneath my shoulder.

  Rubbing the sleep from my eye, I slowly open it, and th
en the other, trying to adjust to the morning light coming into the barn.