Ed walked toward the door, his arms outstretched. “I get disoriented in the dark.”
When he tried to move past him, Yukon braced his arm out to the side. “Close the door. Quietly.”
Ed did as told.
“I don’t take kindly to a stranger in my woman’s room. Makes me … uncomfortable.” He didn’t hide the threat in his voice.
“I didn’t know you were together.”
“Now you know.”
“I’ll get my ass downstairs. I won’t be any more trouble.”
He grabbed the scruff of Ed’s shirt, nearly lifting him off his feet. Yukon whispered in his ear. “Once first light comes, I want you gone. If you come up these stairs again tonight, I’ll fucking kill you.” After a shove, he waited until Ed was downstairs. The little shit didn’t protest or try to argue his innocence. Yukon was no fool. That man wanted a piece of Robyn.
Yukon would have tossed him out in the dead of night, but he knew Robyn would be safe because he’d be sleeping in her room. It was the only way to ensure Ed didn’t try to creep into her bed later in the night.
He opened her door, closing it behind him. Once his eyes adjusted, the moonlight from her window aided him in seeing which side of the bed she slept on. He carefully sat down on the opposite side and brought his legs up on the bed, settling on the extra pillow. Yukon took a breath. What was I thinking? He wouldn’t get any sleep tonight, not with Robyn less than a foot from him. Her scent was sweet and subtle, enough to arouse him. In fact, everything about their guest drove him crazy—from her dark eyes to those rounded hips. It was more than her looks, though. Vulnerability surrounded her. She had a quiet soul in need of healing. He was tired of the loud-mouthed farmer’s daughters. Girls without substance.
He wanted to be everything she needed.
Yukon closed his eyes, imagining a life with Robyn. He wasn’t a young man anymore. He was more than ready to settle down at this point in his life. His father had taught him an important lesson—growing old alone could break a man.
The mattress shifted as she moved. “Yukon?” she whispered.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’m not trying anything funny.”
“I know. I heard.”
“You all right with me sleeping here? I have all my clothes on,” he said. “I don’t trust that drifter.”
“It’s okay.” She turned to her side, facing him. The room was too quiet. Even the static of the rain on their tin roof had silenced. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“You’re my guest. It’s my job to take care of you.”
She stayed quiet for a minute. “Parker thinks it may be more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“He said that you liked me. Is that true?”
Yukon couldn’t wait to get his hands on his brother. Why the fuck would he say such a stupid thing to Robyn? He was lucky he hadn’t scared her off.
“Parker has a big mouth.”
“So, it’s not true?”
What should he say? Tell her Parker was a liar? Embarrass himself by telling the truth?
“You know I like you. I bought you a drink at Meg’s Longhorn, remember?”
“I remember.” She reached out, her hand resting on his bicep. His entire body went stiff. “It’s hard to believe you’d be interested in my type.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He turned his head. “I’m a man. You’re a beautiful woman. It’s only natural.”
“I usually expect the worst from everyone.”
“That’s what city living will do to you,” he said.
“It’s all I know. I’m trying to make something of myself.”
“In what way? Around here the end goal is usually a family, not fame and fortune.”
****
Robyn had yet to fall asleep. It was the same drill, the anxiety of sleeping in a strange bed. There’d been so many, each with its own story she wanted to forget. She’d tossed and turned, her fears and weaknesses making themselves painfully known. Then that guy tried to sneak in her room. It was like her childhood nightmares all over again.
When Yukon took charge, it sparked something deep inside her. He’d protected her, saved her from her demons. She realized what a bitch she’d been by keeping her distance. Robyn had been judging him based on his social status when she’d come from the very bottom herself. Lower than anyone.
Now, Yukon was in her bed, and the cascade of relief sparked new desires. She didn’t want to be alone, not now or ever. She kept trying to convince herself a good man, a cowboy like Yukon wasn’t in the cards for her. All her adult life, she’d wanted a man with power, money, and influence. She wanted to create herself into something better, something strong and indestructible. A woman worth respect. A woman who mattered.
Her ideals were crashing down around her.
“Where I’m from, success in business ranks higher than starting a family.”
“Sounds sad, but then again, I’m living alone with my brother.” He chuckled, the deep sound a comfort in the darkness.
She wanted Yukon, wanted to feel his strong hands all over her body. To feel his lips again. He’d never break her heart, never cast her aside. She didn’t want him to play the gentleman another minute. His huge frame dipped the bed, his musky scent making her pussy tingle. She wanted all his clothes off, wanted to know what it felt like to be dominated by a cowboy.
“Why are you both alone? I mean, if family’s so important to you?” she asked.
“I don’t want just any woman.”
He moved onto his side, and she could feel the weight of his stare even in the dark.
“What’s your type?”
“You’re my type.”
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Yes, she’d fucked around with men in her life—businessmen, men with degrees and big wallets—but not one of them made her feel like a woman in love.
Robyn painted a fingertip down his chest, wishing it was his bare skin under her touch. When had things changed? Or was it her? She’d sworn never to settle for a working-class man. Rising to the top had been her life’s mission. Now she just wanted to fall into the strong arms of a cowboy—one with calloused hands and the bluest eyes.
“You’re holding back,” he said, still playing the gentleman. His control was starting to piss her off. A sexual tsunami was playing out inside her body, and it took all her resolve to wait for his next move.
Robyn shook her head. “I’m just playing the part,” she said. “Don’t country girls mind their manners?”
“But you’re a city girl, darlin’. And I’m not interested in any one else.” The mattress tilted as he pushed up on one arm, moving into her space. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. The scent of sandalwood titillated her senses.
She exhaled as he kissed behind her ear, his tongue slowly shelling the rim. The man was more skilled than she imagined possible. Most men wanted a quick fuck and a “get out of a relationship” card the next morning. Yukon was something different. She had a feeling he’d show her what it felt like to be worshiped by a man.
“What are you hiding?” he whispered in her ear. His lips grazed her cheek, his free hand skimming down her side. She only wore an oversized t-shirt and panties. When his fingers slipped under the bottom edge of her shirt, he ran his hand over the swell of her lower stomach … then higher. Robyn gasped when his big, rough hand cupped her bare breast. Her nipples were already hard and achy, so the simple touch sent shivers skittering all the way to her clit.
“You have soft skin.” He inched his way closer to her lips, his coarse stubble arousing her in new, indecent ways. When he kissed her, she closed her eyes, heat lashing out all the way to her extremities. Every move he made was slow, sensual, controlled. The kiss was soft and gentle, but soon became all-encompassing. She’d never known passion until today. Robyn felt completely dominated, branded, and claimed—and they hadn’t even past first base.
Their tongues played a sensual game,
Yukon’s hulking frame pressing harder against her by the minute. Things escalated quickly, their mutual desire spiraling out of control. She couldn’t kiss and touch him enough.
“Take this off,” she said between kisses, tugging at his flannel shirt. He complied without hesitation, sitting up on his knees and yanking off the shirt without unbuttoning it. Only a hint of moonlight cast into the guest room, enough to highlight the hard planes of his muscles. God, she wanted him.
She reached up, beckoning him to lower his body over hers. She needed him more than breath. He unbuckled his belt, the metal clang and whip of leather followed by a zipper lowering. Yukon dropped down, supporting his weight on his strong arms. She felt completely enveloped by his presence and male heat.
“You drive me crazy,” he said. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d be mine.”
They kissed and explored each other’s bodies. He reached down the front of her panties, his hand cupping her pussy. She arched up into his touch, needing more. “Yukon…”
“So ripe.” He slipped two fingers into her pussy, pushing all the way in to his knuckles. She mewled and stirred beneath him. He moved his fingers in just the right way, enough to leave her hanging desperately on a precipice. “You want more, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Such a hot little cunt.” Yukon took his fingers away, leaving her wanting. He kicked off his jeans and removed all her clothing. They were both naked, exposed, both ready to go all the way. He was such a tempting mix of nice and naughty.
When he lowered over her, she smoothed her hands all over his hard back, unable to get enough of him. He didn’t have an ounce of fat, just homegrown muscle on muscle. “Give it to me,” she said, beyond caring what she sounded like. She felt more animal than woman.
“I’m all yours.” He slid the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her pussy was already soaking, had been since he lay down on her bed. When he pushed the tip of his cock past her entrance, she gasped at his size. She remembered her conversations with Shelly about dick size, and this cowboy would take the first-place trophy. “Relax for me, sweet thing,” he said.
The man knew he was huge, likely experienced on taking his time with women. She didn’t want to play nice. She wanted it all, every inch of him.
He kept working her body, easing inside her, teasing her erogenous zones with his tongue. Once fully inside her, he hooked his arms under her shoulders and gave a final push, confirming she’d taken every inch. He growled his approval, and she could feel the pulse of his cock inside her. She’d never felt so full and satisfied in her life, and he hadn’t even started.
“You okay?” he asked.
She pulled his neck down and kissed his lips, giving him a little nip. “I’ve never been with a cowboy.”
“You don’t know what you’ve been missing.”
They devoured each other. He began to pump into her, no cell inside her left untouched. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him for more. He was a machine, fucking her with the stamina of a stud horse. It amazed her, being with such a capable lover.
Within minutes, the old wooden bed was creaking, the headboard knocking against the wall. She didn’t care. Actually, she didn’t care about anything—not yesterday or tomorrow—so unlike her. All that mattered was Yukon and his skills beneath the blankets.
****
Yukon had wanted to play the gentleman but knew he also had limited time to win Robyn over. Once she put her little hands on him, all bets were off. He could practically feel her desire, her need, and he wasn’t going to deny her.
He loved everything about her body, and he wanted to explore every soft curve. Yukon needed a woman with strong hips and tits that overflowed in his hands. He’d been pent up since he’d first set eyes on her, so it took all his resolve not to ram into her from the starting gate. Instead, he eased into her pussy with all the patience he could muster. His city girl was hot and tight, hugging his cock like a glove. Her kisses were addicting, so much more than any woman he’d fucked around with. He wanted to own her, to be her man. Yukon wasn’t rich, but he’d show her that cowboys could outbest any educated man in bed and beyond.
“I love fucking you,” he said between breaths. Robyn was a minx, prodding him with her heels, arching to meet him thrust for thrust. Parker was right, the quiet ones were the wildest in the bedroom.
The bed nearly shattered into splinters. He pistoned in and out of her cunt, his cock never so hard and eager. He swore he could go all night long. When she began to tremble, he reached between them to tease her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she said, seeking his lips again. He couldn’t deny her a thing. Her kisses went deeper than lust. He could feel her need and vulnerability mixed with the passion.
Parker was wrong. They were meant for each other.
As her body convulsed with an orgasm, he rammed her hard, filling her to overflowing. He helped her ride out the waves, savoring the sound of her squeals and feminine moans. Only when he knew she was fully sated did he allow himself to let go.
His release was intense, pulsing on and on as he filled her with his seed. He dropped to the side, pulling her with him, his cock still deep inside her. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.
“That was perfect,” he said. Yukon ran his hand through her hair, getting the moistened hairs off her face. “How do you feel about cowboys now?”
She smirked but didn’t say anything. Robyn shifted more comfortably into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. As she fell asleep in his arms, he knew she’d stolen his heart.
Chapter Twelve
After a fitful night’s sleep, Parker woke up with a start. Sunlight beamed through the cracks in his curtains, signaling the worst of the storm was gone.
He rubbed his hand over his morning wood. It had been torture listening to Robyn’s little mewling sounds while Yukon fucked her down the hall. He’d gone to investigate when he’d heard banging in the old guest room. It only took a minute for him to realize exactly what was going on. Yukon was getting lucky with the city girl. It would only be worse for him now when she walked out of his life. But, fuck, he’d warned him numerous times.
He sat up in bed and scrubbed a hand over his face. That was when he heard the knocking on the main door. Parker pulled on a pair of jeans and bounded down the stairs. With the worst of the weather past, he’d have to get back to work. Everything could get back to normal, in addition to any damage control around the property.
Parker expected that little prick was back. He had thrown Ed out first thing in the morning when he went to check on the horses. He knew what went down the night before, and didn’t want him near Robyn today.
Before he hit the bottom step, Yukon was behind him. This would be the third unexpected visit in the last couple days. Something neither of them were used to. They were accustomed to their solitary life, one where everyone chose to keep away.
“Ed?”
“Long gone,” said Parker.
“Now what?”
“Guess we’ll find out.” Parker would wait until later to grill his brother about his night with Robyn. Little Miss Proper should have been in his bed, but he’d pushed her away for the sake of Yukon. If it wasn’t for Ed, maybe the three of them would have spent the night together by the fire. He’d never know what could have been.
Parker opened the door once his brother had a shotgun in hand. Standing on the other side of the door was a hot number in a long coat with a fancy-ass businessman carrying a briefcase. What in God’s name was going on? They didn’t ask for any of this damn attention.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I know Robyn’s in there. The woman at the diner sent us to this address,” said the blonde.
“Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. Who the hell are you?” asked Parker.
She looked him less than discreetly up and down. They were both in their blue jeans and nothing more. Their visitor was lucky they’d put on that m
uch, considering the early hour.
“I work with her. We were separated because of the storm. Do I need to get the police involved?”
“Sugar, do whatever the fuck you like.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. Yes, he’d wanted Robyn gone, knew she’d be a problem in their lives. But now, faced with the fact she’d soon be whisked away to the city, his hackles were up. A new territorial anger building up inside him.
“Shelly?”
Parker and Yukon turned at the same time. Robyn rushed over from the staircase, wearing one of their t-shirts.
Shelly pushed past them without apology and rushed toward Robyn. They embraced in the middle of the living room. “I’m so sorry, Robyn. Oh God, you have no idea how sorry I am.”
“Where the fuck were you? I’ve been stuck here for days.”
“Long story,” said Shelly. “But we’re here now. I have your stuff in the car, so you’ll be all set.”
“For what?”
“We got the papers signed this morning with Marla Winters. Now we have to head to a bigger town just north of here. We’ll be there about a week.”
Robyn shook her head. “No more. Look at me. I just want to go home. I never signed up for this shit.”
“Look around, I don’t see any Ubers waiting to take you back to the city. Calloway’s already pissed this deal is taking so long, storm or no storm.”
“Where’ve you been staying?”
Parker could feel Robyn’s anger and frustration. Her so-called friend had left to fend for herself. If Yukon hadn’t found her, she could have had a much different experience. When cowboys and drifters started drinking at night, bad shit happened.
“It doesn’t look like you’ve been too hard up,” Shelly said, turning to look at him and his brother. “You’re welcome.”
Robyn’s hands balled into fists. “Are you joking? This isn’t funny. I could have been dead for all you knew.”
Shelly shrugged. “Look, I’m sorry. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
The guy at the door stepped in. “Do you have anything I can carry?” he asked.
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