6-Pack Rancher (Six-Pack Cowboys Book 1)

by Em Petrova

  She shivered. “You’re big.”

  “I know you can take me.” He shoved his jeans and underwear down and off, letting his cock bounce against his washboard abs.

  “How do you know?” she whispered, mouth dried out suddenly at the sight of all that man.

  “You won’t back down from this challenge, will ya, darlin’?” His eyes darkened as he opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. “You’re lucky they’re still in date. It’s been a while.”

  Her heart tumbled at his admission. Too easily she could picture the hardened rancher devoted to only his animals here on Blackwater. And how she had disrupted his universe.

  With a long, smooth stroke of his fist over his cock, he had the condom in place.

  She wet her lips. “I didn’t get to taste you.”

  “Wouldn’t make it through that torment,” he grated out. He climbed onto the mattress and settled himself between her thighs. Staring into her eyes, he gripped his cock at the base and ran the tip over and over her slick heat.

  When he pressed the thickened head between her pussy lips and paused, she hooked her ankles around his body and yanked him in. The first few inches had her gasping, but she swallowed her moans as he sank balls-deep.

  “King.”

  He was utterly still, his jaw muscle flickering. “Yeah, darlin’?”

  “I won’t be able to ride tomorrow.”

  He chuckled and dropped his forehead to hers, looking deep in her eyes. “You’re riding the cowboy instead.” He began to move. Slowly. With a mind-blowing withdrawal. She dug her nails into his shoulders to make him move faster, but nothing could move this man unless he wanted to.

  Realizing she wasn’t in charge this time, she twisted her mouth to his and he latched on, kissing her with sucking pulls that had her shaking.

  He sank in once more. “Your pussy’s wrapped around me so tight.”

  Need walloped her. She took her cue from him. “You’re stretching me so wide.”

  He groaned, and she knew she had as much of a hold over him as he did on her. She bit into his lower lip and rocked her hips. He withdrew faster this time. Then there was no stopping him—or the orgasm that was barreling her way like a runaway train.

  * * * * *

  Her liquid heat enveloped his every inch and he had no damn clue how he was managing to hold off this long. At least he hadn’t embarrassed himself.

  Bellarose wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him with an intensity he’d never experienced in his life and was unlikely to ever again. That pressure spread up from his balls and clutched at his groin. His cock stretched, lengthened.

  The first jet of his cum exploded from him, and he threw his head back on a roar. Her inner muscles clamped down hard and in the back of his mind, he realized she was coming too.

  Every pulse that shot from him drew another groan from his lips. She bit into his shoulder, her sharp little teeth only sending his orgasm into another level, and the last two shots of cum stole his goddamn mind.

  He dropped his head to her neck, breathing hard. She tightened her hold on him, still whimpering.

  After a long minute, his brain caught up to what had just happened.

  He’d slept with a woman who most men would kill to even set eyes on in person. And King had been given permission to not only touch her, kiss her… but to share her body.

  Touched beyond words, he pulled free and rolled her atop him. She stretched out over his body like she owned it.

  Hell, she might.

  He smoothed a hand over her hair. “Did I just dream that?”

  She shook with a giggle and lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. Her amber eyes danced with amusement. “If you did, then I did too. Thank you, King.”

  He blinked. “Why are you thanking me?”

  “For not treating me any different than any other woman.”

  He wanted to tell her that she most definitely was not like the others, but not because of her fame.

  The feel of her curves against him had his cock at full attention still. She propped her elbow on his chest and eyed him.

  “Go ahead and ask,” he rumbled.

  “How did you know I wanted to ask something?”

  “Because you get a curious look on your face. What is it?”

  “Hmm.” She drummed her fingers on his pec. “I hate being so predictable.”

  “Not predictable. You just get this expression.”

  “Yes, I’ve heard that before from my mother. Okay, I was going to ask how a good-looking man like you is even single.”

  “Oh boy. How many hours do you have to stay again?”

  She laughed, a whispery, throaty sound that edged into his system and had his nerves humming with arousal. He brushed her thick hair back from her eye, and they shared a smile.

  A smile that was far more than a simple bending of lips.

  Now he felt all out of shape but somehow needed to explain his bachelorhood.

  Uncomfortable, he shifted his shoulders. “Guess nobody’s come along that I felt was worth adding to my life.”

  “Meaning… you don’t want to give up your time?”

  “I’m busy, that’s true. But that’s not why.”

  She arched a brow, waiting.

  He didn’t really want to parade his shortcomings in front of someone like Bellarose. “It’s more along the lines of just not being compatible with most women.”

  That seemed to surprise her, if her face was anything to go by. “Surely you’ve dated women from the area and they understand ranching and your lifestyle.”

  “Some. I guess you’ve realized I’m not very social.”

  Her grin was back, lighting her features. “And a bit broody and grumpy.”

  Reaching down, he squeezed her buttocks. “You didn’t think I was grumpy just a bit ago.”

  “And hot and sexy,” she added.

  He nuzzled her throat. “Mm, that’s what I like to hear.”

  Cupping her head, he drew her mouth to his. The soft nibbles turned to playful bites and then it got serious when he reached between her thighs and found her soaking and ready.

  Her plump nether lips and swollen clit had him closing his eyes on a shudder of desire. He eased his fingers up and down, around and around, teasing her until she bowed in his arms.

  He tossed her off his body into the covers and kissed her with a heat that brought moans from her lips. Then he slid his fingers inside her and watched her face. “That’s it, darlin’. Ride my fingers. Tell me what feels good.”

  “Deeper,” she gasped out, eyes squeezed shut.

  He watched her face contort as he drove his fingers higher. Stroking at first and then demanding more from her with hard jerks of his hand. When he settled his thumb over her swollen bud and teased her, she tightened around him.

  “Please, King. Oh God.” She arched her neck, and he latched onto her throat, kissing and finding more sensitive spots that drove her crazy. When she gripped his shoulders and bucked hard into his hand, he pressed down on her clit, taking her over the ledge.

  With raspy cries, she came. Writhing, clinging to him as he drew out her release with short pumps of his fingers in her pussy. When she lay twitching, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

  “You’re fucking beautiful when you come apart.” Gently, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her with a last shudder. Then he painted her wetness up over her mound, stomach and between her breasts.

  She was breathing hard, eyes lidded with pleasure.

  He drew his wet fingers to her lips. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

  Her eyes flared with surprise and she gave a small shake of her head.

  Pinning her in his stare, he demanded, “Open.”

  She parted her lips on a sigh and he slid his fingers into her mouth. She darted her tongue over his fingertips.

  “Salty and sweet,” she whispered.

  “Mmm.” He leaned in and with his fingers still between her lips, added
his tongue. Tasting her cum on his skin. When she flicked out her tongue, tasting herself on him and then sweeping it over his, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “I’ve gotta get this condom off.” He rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to dispose of it. When he walked back out, she was lying on the bed, spread-legged and cupping her breasts.

  He stopped in his tracks. “How often do you pleasure yourself, darlin’?”

  “Often enough. It’s my own private moment and comes with no strings.”

  All right, that shouldn’t hurt but it did.

  “No strings as in… You don’t want more.”

  She must have seen how her words impacted him, because she leaned up on her elbows. “I just mean I’m not in the public eye. I’m not in any danger of landing on a tabloid when I’m solo.”

  Made sense. He still didn’t like it.

  He moved toward the bed, and she watched him, tracing her gaze over his body.

  “I love how you look,” she said.

  “Feeling’s mutual.” He put a knee on the mattress and reached into the drawer again. If he only had one night with her, he wasn’t wasting time.

  Before he got the packet open, she had moved to the edge of the bed and taken hold of his cock.

  A moan escaped him as she circled his girth with her hand. Flashing her eyes at him, she whispered, “It’s my turn to taste you.”

  * * * * *

  As Bellarose lowered her lips over King’s long shaft, she closed her eyes and drank in everything about the moment. She’d never been one for delivering pleasure but then again, she’d never been with a normal man. Celebrities, rock stars, a couple script writers. All of them, however, looked at her the same.

  To them, she was Bellarose Abbott, star of many movies and hit series. Crossover model. She’d even dallied in her own makeup line as a teen and it had done well for a while.

  But none of them looked at her the way King was right now. And that drove her on.

  She snaked her tongue over his length, learning every inch of his rigid cock right to the base. His abs hardened as another guttural groan came from him.

  She sucked him into the back of her throat, using her hand on his shaft to meet her lips and encompass what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Knowing she was affecting him aroused the hell out of her. Juices slid down her inner thighs and her pussy squeezed.

  Drawing up his length, she circled the head with his tongue.

  He cradled her nape. “There, darlin’. Fuck yeah.”

  She lapped around the broad mushroomed head and when she teased the slit in the tip, he shook.

  “Fucking hell,” he grated. “Scrape your teeth over it.”

  Surprise hit her. This was a side of King she’d never guessed at, yet him sharing it with her, drawing her into the kinky moment, had her heart beating faster.

  She glanced up to find him staring down at her. His gaze fixed on her mouth and what she was doing to his cock.

  “Use your teeth,” he rasped.

  She drew back her lips and lightly grazed the tip of his cock with her teeth. He groaned loudly, and she did it again. And again. Pumping his shaft with her fist as she tormented him in the way he wanted it most.

  He clamped a hand on her nape, pushing her down over him again. “Take it all the way, darlin’.”

  God, why was she so turned on at his demands?

  Because nobody ever demands anything of me.

  Yet, King had from the very start. Making her give her all on the ranch, her hardest work and commitment. And now she only wanted to please him more.

  She sucked him as far down his long shaft as she could. When he bumped the back of her throat, he threaded his fingers into her hair.

  “Open to me. Take it, darlin’.”

  She relaxed her throat and he slipped in deeper than she ever thought he could. She went still, giving herself up to the moment as he shuddered at the feel. Then he cupped her chin and drew her back up and off his cock.

  “Look at me.”

  She flicked her gaze up at him and found herself locked in, unable to look away. The intensity beat on and on like a heartbeat of its own.

  Then with a growl, he shoved the condom over his length and grabbed her. Pulling her off the bed and up into his arms. For a second she hovered in the air before he speared her pussy.

  She clung to his neck and he supported her bottom as he flexed his hips, driving deeper. “King!”

  “I wanted to blow in your mouth, darlin’. Make you take every drop. But I want inside you too bad.” He turned from the bed and took three steps. They bumped the wall, his hands taking the brunt of the action. With her body pinned, he was able to fuck her harder, deeper.

  She took his mouth for her own, demanding as much as he did and giving back the same. Passion flowed deep in her veins and her heart soared as her body shot higher and higher.

  His lips crashed over hers with perfect roughness. His tongue passed over hers three times, four. When he tore away, he locked her in his gaze. “Feel my cock deep inside you, Bellarose.”

  “Yes!”

  “Deeper.” He edged in with a slow pulse of his hips.

  She clung to him, panting as he slipped a fraction deeper. “Yes…”

  “Feel me. I’m not just some man, Bellarose.”

  “No.” He wasn’t. Dammit, she needed time to let her thoughts linger over what was happening between them.

  His eyes were dark with lust and a glimmer of something else. “And you’re not just some woman.”

  His words struck a chord within her and she bucked into him, taking him to the hilt. A throb passed between them. Then another. In a blink, she was crying out as her orgasm struck out of nowhere.

  And he rammed home hard and fast while his own release hit.

  Her mind numbed to anything but exquisite pleasure, and then she was floating. Somehow, she ended up on the bed tucked under the covers and in King’s arms. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of his skin, his masculinity and their lovemaking.

  * * * * *

  Dropping Bellarose at the little film village felt odd to the extreme. No, not just odd—wrong. He’d seen her as the actor she was in small glimpses over the past week of knowing her. But to him, she was more than that woman, so leaving her among the trailers and U-Hauls felt like leaving someone he loved on a doorstep and driving off.

  Yet that was what he did. She had given him a last long look before climbing from the truck. “See you later, lover.”

  The words lingered in his mind, bathed it with warmth he had no business feeling. He was just a rancher. He didn’t wear designer duds, preferring his old shitkickers and ripped jeans. His coat had been purchased five years back and had been with him through the many long days and nights on his ranch.

  He ate microwave dinners while she dined in ritzy restaurants with other stars and surrounded by bodyguards. She was so far from his world she might as well be on a different planet. But when she was with him, working alongside him—hell, in his bed—that link was very real.

  It was well before dawn, but he couldn’t have very well taken her back in the morning without raising a lot of eyebrows and sparking rumors she didn’t need. He’d lied to Dickson about having things to do in town, so he headed straight back to the ranch. The familiar countryside sped by, with his mind turning to ranching.

  The money he would get could be used to upgrade some equipment on the ranch instead of investing in racing stock. It’d be the smarter thing to do. He thought of new cattle fences instead of repairing the same old year after year. Of building the herd even, adding that bigger brooding shed he’d been thinking on. The money could even go to bigger crops of hay, which could be sold to other ranchers as well as feed his own cattle.

  In his mind’s eye, he saw a racing horse again, though… the long lines of its lithe, powerful body. And his old self, young boy on his uncle’s ranch, came to the forefront.

  There was no reason he shouldn’t
use the money to start his new venture. It would only make him money in the long run.

  A lot of angles to consider.

  He bumped along into his drive and immediately saw the tents the film crew had set up as well as their equipment trailers parked on his property. It seemed weird for such a world to touch the edges of his.

  But it had brought him Bellarose.

  He couldn’t keep her, though. She didn’t belong here any more than he belonged on the Red Carpet.

  He parked and walked up to the dark cabin, head hanging. As he passed by the kitchen, he thought about fixing something to eat and then walked by, too tired to bother. He’d just have a bigger breakfast.

  As soon as he set foot in his bedroom, his heart gave a hard jerk. Bellarose’s scents lingered and he knew if he buried his nose in the pillow, he’d smell her shampoo. Images of their lovemaking flashed through his head like a slideshow. Her creamy skin flushed with desire. Her red hair falling across her shoulders when she mounted him. The glimpse of her very wet pussy as she spread her legs for him to enter her.

  For a minute, he let the memories drown him in a wave. When he surfaced, he shook his head and began unbuttoning his shirt.

  No, he couldn’t keep her. This was a fling. Maybe she was even slumming a bit with him, finding the forbidden and having the secret affair that would stay off the radar of the paparazzi.

  Only thing he knew was he burned for her. Even after several orgasms, he still wanted her. In his arms. Her lips beneath his.

  In the end, she’d leave and then he’d be left only with a fat bank account.

  Maybe when all was said and done, buying the thoroughbred would soften the blow of her walking out of his life.

  He shucked his boots and clothes and climbed between the covers that smelled of their combined pleasure. He grabbed one of the nine pillows the set designers had placed on his bed and stuffed it beneath his head. A sigh left him.

  Who knew that having luxury bedding was his thing?