Cowboy Edition EBook

by Maree, Kay

  Looking around the room, taking in the river rock around the fireplace, it was a bitch to get right, but it was worth it cause it came out perfect.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well it’s taken just over a year to get this place looking the way it does, up until two days ago I have been living in the old farmhouse out the back.” I run a hand through my hair.

  “The one your dad built years ago for your grandmother?” she asks softly.

  “Yeah.”

  “Why? I’m sure you could have still stayed in here while they were doing everything?” she asks as I lead her towards the stairs.

  “When we first started building, I couldn’t. Hence Dad moving over to the Steel Mare. Then over the last couple of months, I just didn’t feel comfortable here.

  But then two weeks ago everything just started to feel right. I was willing to live in this house with everything you had dreamed about owning surrounding me. That doesn’t mean it felt right but now with you here it’s like the final piece is settled into place and I don’t just get to live in your vision, I get you as well.”

  “You say the sweetest things, Lucas Knight,” I hear the catch in her voice.

  Pulling her back into my arms, running my thumb under her chin, softly lifting it to look at me.

  Her eyes are glassy; her bottom lip begins to quiver as she rests her chin against my chest.

  “You have always been my dream Lucy and now you are my reality.” I brush my lips across hers, then her nose before settling them against her forehead.

  Breathing in her intoxicating scent.

  Her small hands cup my cheeks.

  Leaning back, I stare into those captivating evergreen eyes.

  Watching as they swirl with so many emotions.

  Her breathing picks up a little and I growl, seeing that little pink tongue swipe across her bottom lip.

  “I love you, Lucas Knight,” she smiles so sweetly my breath lodges in my throat, my hands squeeze around her waist.

  “I love you, Lucy Jacobson,” I strain out, my heart gulping in my chest.

  Those words I craved for so long sear through me.

  Sealing my lips with hers, that little tongue of hers fights against mine before she gives up and melts into me, making my whole body hum.

  Tearing my lips from hers, I grip her waist and throw her over my shoulder.

  Chuckling as a surprised squeal leaves her.

  “You wanna warn a girl before you do that shit,” she stutters, slapping my ass.

  She giggles as I take the stairs two at a time, sliding my hand up her bare thigh.

  Her body jolts against my shoulder when I grip her bare ass in my hand.

  “No panties,” I grunt.

  I swear she was put on this earth to torture me.

  “Fuck the tour, I want you naked and in the shower now,” I boom out, shoving the bedroom door open, then kicking it closed with the heel of my foot.

  Storming into the bathroom sliding her down my body, she whimpers feeling every hard inch of me as her little feet hit the tiled floor.

  Stepping back, I run my finger over my bottom lip, taking her in from head to toe, her midnight hair curls down her shoulders and hits just under her breasts.

  Strands have fallen over one eye as they stare into mine.

  Her little fingers twitch at her sides those black tips itching to touch me.

  “Strip,” I clip.

  Her little fingers fumble with the buttons; she blows out a rough breath, making the hair in front of her face fan out.

  Giving up she grips the material in both hands and pulls, buttons go flying around the room pinging off the tiles as the shirt hits the floor.

  “Eager? Little Vixen,” I chuckle, doing a slow circle around her.

  I lock my jaw as goosebumps begin to break across her flushed skin.

  “Cold?” I lean in and whisper against the shell of her ear, blowing warm air down the curve of her slender throat.

  Ghosting my lips down her neck, not touching just enough to build her up.

  “N-no,” she gasps, her fingers fidgeting in front of her.

  Pressing my front against her back, her body sags against mine.

  Running the tips of my fingers under the swell of her breasts, then ever so lightly down her sides.

  A noticeable tremor follows the path of my fingers as if chasing me for more, leaving a ghost of a kiss just under her ear.

  Her head falls back against my chest.

  Turning slowly, baring that slender neck to my waiting mouth, bringing one hand up from her waist, I grip her full breast before letting go and encircling her neck, feeling her pulse pick up speed. Her breathing becomes laboured, a whimper slips past her lips as my hand around her neck flexes and the fingers on my other hand roll over her hard little clit.

  “So wet,” I murmur into her ear before taking the lobe into my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh. Her body jolts.

  Moans pour from her open mouth.

  The beast inside me loving every sound coming out of those pretty lips and wanting to be set free.

  Soothing the sting away with my tongue, I suck the lobe into my mouth and hum.

  Her body visibly shivering from the vibration, pushing two fingers inside her making her gasp.

  “Still so fucking tight,” I grind out.

  Remembering how fucking tight she was wrapped around me last night.

  The pleasure-pain was so great I nearly blacked the fuck out.

  “I know what you want, Little Vixen but I rode you hard last night and you must be sore.”

  I roll my still covered cock against her ass.

  “I’m so conflicted right now. I want to do the right thing and wash you clean, watching bubbles slide down your smooth skin then use my tongue against that pretty pussy of yours bringing you over the edge. But then I also want to slam you against the wall, restrain your fragile wrists and force my cock into this tight pussy. With every step you take today you will still feel me,” I growl rolling my thumb over her hard clit again pumping my fingers in out as my other hand grips her throat tighter.

  I smirk as she mewls, her ass pushing against me.

  “Are you with me, babe?” I whisper down her neck.

  “Uh.. huh,” she chokes out.

  A smirk curls my lips as I keep pumping my fingers into her a little harder.

  She balances up on her toes when I curl my fingers hitting her g-spot.

  Her neck arches more into my hand, her long hair sliding between us, brushing across my bare stomach.

  My muscles contract at the soft touch.

  I grit my teeth before I lose it.

  Taking in a few shallow breaths, needing to get this next part out.

  “I want you to listen with your heart and not your ears while I love this body. Feel me, taste me.

  You will finally see how deep you are embedded in my heart, in my fucking soul.

  Cause I am all yours, Little Vixen. You just have to reach out and take it, are you ready to take what’s already yours, Little Vixen?” the words rumble like thunder through me.

  “Y-yes. Oh, God yes,” she moans.

  Her ass rubs against me again and I have to grit my teeth.

  My nose flares as the scent of her arousal swirls around us.

  It’s fucking hypnotic and empowering all at the same time.

  “Time for a shower, babe,” I husk, releasing her and stepping back.

  Her eyes cut to mine, her legs wobble as she tries to get her bearings.

  “Seriously?” she whines, making me chuckle.

  “Dead fucking serious,” I wink, dropping my sweats to the floor, my hard cock standing to attention, her eyes going straight there.

  “Fine,” she huffs, turning and swinging that fucking ass into the shower.

  Flipping the taps on, she leans her head back, letting the water cascade over her face.

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bsp; Steam begins to fog up the glass and I can’t tear my eyes away as she reaches for the body wash.

  She squirts some in her hands then lavers up her body.

  Bubbles slide down that skin.

  Licking my lips, wanting to taste every one of them.

  “Are you joining me Stallion?” she purrs cupping her tits, pinching her hard little nipples, moaning.

  “Fuck,” I grunt making her giggle and it’s like music to my ears.

  Heading into my side of the shower, two can play at this game.

  Flipping the water on, I lean back, letting the hot water surround me.

  Rubbing my face before reaching over and grabbing the body wash off the glass ledge.

  I squirt some into my hands, running them down my chest.

  Turning, I lean my forearm against the rock wall, bracing my weight.

  I spread my legs and rest my head against my arm, gripping my hard cock in a rough hand, swiping up and down in quick movements.

  Running my thumb over the tip, groaning in the back of my throat.

  Knowing it’s nothing compared to her pussy being wrapped around me but I need to keep my distance.

  She would be sore as fuck and I might have a dark side with the shit I wanna do to her, but I would never hurt her.

  A soft moan reaches my ears.

  Tilting my head, grinding my teeth together watching as one hand plays with her hard nipple and the other rolls over her clit.

  Her back is arching against the wall, but her eyes are watching my hand work up and down my hard cock.

  Tingles races up and down my spine, my balls draw up just from the floor show she is putting on.

  “Fuck it,”

  Letting go of my hard cock, I take a step towards her as she does the same.

  Gripping her neck, I slam my mouth down on hers, stealing her next breath.

  Gripping her ass in my hand, I squeeze.

  Pulling her up my body, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.

  Turning I slam her back against the wall running my hand down her chest, over her belly, down between us making sure she’s ready for me.

  I should have known better cause she is fucking dripping.

  I groan into her mouth and she eats it up.

  Gripping the base of my cock, I swipe it back and forth over her wet heat once, twice, teasing us both. Her body tenses, her thighs squeeze my sides and without delay, I push forward in one smooth move till I’m fully seated inside her.

  Simultaneously, we rip our mouths apart, our heads falling back, our moans mixing and bouncing off the walls around us.

  “I need to be in this pussy more…”

  Thrust

  “Fuck I thought I broke you in last night but fuck you are still so fucking tight,” I ground out, thrusting hard, my body tenses, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  Her pussy walls squeezing around me, that pain and pleasure feeling running through me again.

  “Lucas,” she whines, her nails digging into my back.

  I arch into the bite, needing more.

  Gripping her hips in a tight hold, I thrust hard and fast, her tits bounce.

  I have the urge to bite her, so that's what I do.

  Leaning down I bite, suck the base of her throat wanting to leave my mark on her.

  Making her scream.

  She contracts around me and I know she is close, thank fuck cause my control is splintering by the second.

  Pushing her weight against the wall, I grip her hands in one of mine and encircle her wrists, pinning them to the wall.

  Her legs tighten, pulling me in closer, rolling her hips.

  I growl as she moans, her sex drunk eyes lock with mine as she bites that lip on a whimper.

  My grip tightening around her waist I roughly pull her down on top of me thrust after thrust, sweat slicks our skin, our breathing is ragged.

  The steam from the showers creates a cocoon around us.

  “Cum for me,” I husk into her ear

  Her whole body quivers as I run my tongue down her neck, pumping faster, her legs tense around me just as she explodes.

  She grips me so hard it fucking takes me with her.

  Bury myself as deep as I can go, I release every fucking drop.

  Grazing my teeth over her collarbone, I latch on as I try to get my breathing back under control.

  My heart warms knowing between last night and today there is no way in hell I haven’t gotten her pregnant.

  “I love you, Lucas Knight,” her watery whisper, breaking my soul wide open as those words burrow deep inside me, finding a place to live.

  Exploring, devouring and consuming every drop of ecstasy that drips from her has become my new addiction and I plan to savour every fucking drizzle...

  Pulling my long hair up into a ponytail.

  Fixing the tie on the front of my short-sleeved, red and black plaid summer shirt, I make sure my death black high-waisted ripped skinny jeans are sitting just right.

  Satisfied I’m ready for the day, I go to turn but I’m stopped.

  My hair pulls a little when he begins twisting it around his strong fist.

  Soft, warm lips ghost down my neck.

  “Why the fuck do you look sexy in everything?” he grumbles.

  Sending delicious tingles racing through me.

  Tugging my head back so it rests against his shoulder, he runs the tips of his fingers across my exposed belly.

  “No time to play Stallion, I have to go,” my voice comes out on a hum.

  The tips of his fingers lightly grazing down the front of my jeans.

  “These jeans look painted on Little Vixen,” he gruffs, making me giggle.

  But it’s quickly cut off when he flicks the elastic band at the top of my g-string.

  The slight stinging sensation travels straight to my clit.

  Cupping his hand over my covered pussy.

  I try to push him down further, my clit aching for more.

  Making him chuckle.

  Kissing the side of my neck he dips his fingers down further giving me what I want.

  Swiping a finger in slow circles across my clit, my knees buckle, his chest nudges mine.

  Putting my hands out to stop myself from falling, which leaves me bent over, my hands resting against my new dressing table, my nails digging into the wooden top.

  “Always so fucking ready for me,” he gruffs out under his breath.

  I don't think he was talking to me, so I keep quiet.

  Concentrating on what his fingers are doing to me.

  That low gravelly voice hits my ears, doing all kinds of messed up shit through me.

  My thighs squeeze together and all I want to do is jump his bones, but he has me pinned.

  Pulling my head back by my ponytail making my body arch, my ass pushes against his hard length, his finger still torturing me making me whimper.

  “Only you know my deepest, darkest desires. The secrets that lie in that dark part of me.”

  His gravelly words vibrate through me.

  “A pang of hunger I have hidden for years, and now I get to do it all to you, Little Vixen. Seeing your body bow and submit to me is heady shit. I can see it in your eyes that you crave me in the same manner. I want to control you, love you, command you, use you and dominate every inch of you, effectively destroying you. But at the end of all that wanting to be the only one to put you back together again. You knowing all this has the beast inside me roaring, knowing you accept that.” He sucks on the base of my neck before sliding his lips up an invisible line.

  Shivering when his heated breath drifts over the shell of my ear.

  “I want to whisper sweet nothings in your ear at night and cherish you like the Queen you are, I want to grow old with you Lucy Jacobson.”

  I whine when he slips his hand back out of my jeans, my head swimming with his every word wanting everything he just said.r />
  Swallowing against my dry mouth, my voice comes out on a husky whisper.

  “I want that, I want you.”

  Turning me in his arms, he takes my lips in a kiss that not only burns through me but also leaves a trail of secret promises in its wake.

  As if silently writing them through every untouched inch inside me.

  Permanently branding me from the inside out.

  “Later,” he growls, slapping my ass.

  Turning, he saunters off as if he didn’t just carve himself through me.

  “Damn,” I breathe.

  Dropping down onto my bronze, iron, wrought chair in front of my dressing table.

  A gush of air leaves my lungs, but I can’t stop the smile pulling across my lips.

  Reaching down as if on autopilot.

  Snatching up my spiked cowboy boots and quickly pulling them on.

  I feel like I am floating when I rush from the walk-in-robe to the bedroom.

  Snatching up my handbag that’s sitting on the end of our bed, I make sure I have my phone but again I can’t find my keys.

  Looking towards the bedside table hoping they are there.

  A squeal leaves my lips when I catch sight of them, it’s quickly followed by a giggle when I notice a handwritten note lying next to Elektra's keys.

  Oh, he's got jokes.

  Laughing.

  I race down the stairs, ready to do just that.

  Feeling lighter than I have in a long time and I have Lucas and his kinky ass to thank for that.

  Who knew letting him take control of my body would leave me feeling wanted, valued, and most of all loved.

  When he said he would show me that he loved me I never expected this but with each stroke of his fingers, each intimate word breathed and with every hungry look he did just that.

  Before Lucas, I would’ve said I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body, but with him, it’s like it all just floats away.

  My control and everything that is me transfers to him knowing he won’t throw it away, instead he cherishes every drop that pours from me.

  All my worries, stress and inhibitions just disappear.

  He conducts my body as if it’s his very own personal orchestra.

  My mind switches off, nervousness slips away and my anxiety over what my next move should be or where to put my hand’s vanishes.