Ride Me Cowboy #3 (The Cowboy Romance Series - Book #3)

by Taylor, Alycia

  I did what she wanted…she was in charge here. She stripped off her clothes and climbed up on top of me. At this angle I could see all her gorgeous curves and I loved it. I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of incredibly sexy breast as I felt the moist lips of her pussy rubbing against my aching cock.

  I sat up slightly and licked first one nipple and then the other, then I lost my train of thought again. Her small hand was once again wrapped around the shaft of my cock and she was rubbing it up and down along her wet slit. I laid back down as she positioned the head right at her soaking wet, hot entrance and I watched as she dropped down just enough to let the head penetrate. I wanted to thrust my hips up and slide the rest of the way into her, but I was trying to be patient. What she was doing felt incredible…and would last longer. She bobbed up and down several times before finally dropping down and taking me all the way inside of her. We both gasped as she wiggled her sexy hips from side to side. Then she leaned forward so that I could reach those breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and bit down on it…not hard, but enough to elicit a little groan from her. She moved slightly so that the other one was hovering over my mouth. I did the same with that one and then sucked it all the way into my mouth. She let me suck and lick on them for a while. Her nipples were like little hard rocks and when she sat back up and took them away from me, I was disappointed…but only for a few seconds. She let her body drop down against me then so that she was almost flat against my chest. I could feel her breasts crushed against my torso and at the same time she was grinding her hips down against me. She was moving side to side as I was thrusting up. I’d never felt anything like it. My head wanted to explode. Both heads.

  I could feel her stiffen up and I knew she was on the edge. I was glad, because after the amazing job she did with her mouth, I was ready. My own body went rigid and a loud grunt escaped from somewhere deep in my core. I began thrusting and writhing underneath her then and within seconds, she tipped over the brink. Her sexy body began to spasm against me and when she finished shaking twisted against me for another several seconds before we both went limp and her full weight…which wasn’t much, was pressing down against me. I could feel my cock still twitching and beginning to grow again, still inside of her. I guess she could feel it too. She pushed up with one hand and looked at my face and grinned.

  “Is someone not finished yet?

  I grinned back and said, “Well, if you don’t mind.” Her face said it all. I rolled us over without breaking contact and I began moving in and out of her slowly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and it wasn’t long before I was rock hard again. I began moving faster, thrusting in and almost pulling all the way out before I thrust again. I lost track of time…and space as I pound her beautiful body into the mattress. She was writhing and gasping underneath me…egging me on. I grunted and my body began to stiffen again and she wrapped he legs tighter around me and put her arms up around my neck so I was actually holding her up off the bed. I scooped one of my arms underneath that beautiful round ass and I began to pound hard. I heard her cry out and the sound went right through me and pushed me over the edge again. We held onto each other as another intense orgasm crashed down over both of us. I rocked back and forth for a few seconds until we started coming down from our high and then I rolled over to the side so I didn’t crush her.

  “Wow,” was the only word that came to mind.

  She giggled. “That about sums it up,” she said in a breathless voice.

  I rolled over so I was facing her and kissed her on the bridge of her nose. “You’re amazing.”

  “Not too shabby yourself, cowboy.”

  “I hate to say it, but I reckon we should shower and get headed towards home before the traffic gets too bad.”

  She nodded. “Okay,” she said, and then proving once again that she was my kind of girl she added….”Maybe we should shower together to save time…you know, we are in a drought.”

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. “I’ll go next door and get my clothes and I’ll meet you in there.” She reached over on the nightstand as I pulled on my jeans and handed me the key card.

  “Don’t dawdle, cowboy….I might just use all of the hot water.”

  “Shit!” I almost caught myself in my zipper. “I’ll be right back.” I heard her sexy giggle as I left the room. Damn! This girl is so hot!

  CHAPTER THREE

  LEXI

  I lay there for a bit after Mark went to get his clothes. I know we’re going over the top a bit with the sex…but who knew how long it would be before we got the chance again once we got home? He really is amazing. Sex with other men had never been the way it is with him. His body is so hard and muscular, yet it’s limber and pliable at the same time…maybe it’s the bull rider thing. I was getting all tingly just thinking about it again. I got up and went to get the shower running. I was bending down to adjust the heat when I felt Mark step up behind me. I turned towards him and our mouths met in a hungry kiss while his hands slid down and gripped my ass.

  When I broke the kiss I slid the shower door all the way open and stepped in. He peeled his shorts and jeans back off and stepped in behind me. Thick steam enveloped our bodies as he hot water cascaded down over our bodies. Mark encircled my body with his thick arms and ran his hands across my belly and up underneath my breasts. I shivered even under the spray of hot water. This man really knows how to touch a woman. I leaned back into him and enjoyed it for a while before flipping around so that I could see him. I let my hands run across his hard chest, mesmerized by the way the water as dripping down the front of him. I leaned down and traced a path of the falling drops before licking one of his nipples and then gently nipping it with my teeth. I rolled it around on my tongue, savoring the taste of him. He squeezed my cheeks harder and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh.

  I stood back up and reached behind me for the soap. He watched as I rubbed it between my hands and worked it into a thick lather. I reached for him then and ran my soapy hands over his smooth, hard chest and up across his shoulders. Then I crossed his chest again…just for my own amusement and my hands made their way to his stomach…back to his chest…and down his arms. His blue eyes watched me intently the entire time. When his upper body was completely coated with soap, he pulled me into him and slid himself across my chest.

  His mouth came down and covered mine and he kissed me. We both acted like we’d never kissed before, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nipped it gently with my teeth before taking a small step back.

  “We have to finish washing you,” I told him with a wicked grin.

  He put his arms out as if to say, “Come and get me.” I filled my hands with soap again and had him turn around. I started with his neck, massaging my way down to his shoulders and then down his back. Everything I touched was hard and muscular and felt so sexy. I let my fingers rub along his spine and I heard him moaning. I never thought about it before, but I would guess that all of that getting tossed around by a bull might make a guy’s muscles pretty sore.

  I kept working my way down until I got to his tight ass. Sexy little sounds were rumbling from his chest as I let my hands massage and knead there. I continued down the backs of both of his legs and then moved back around to the front. Down on one knee, I worked the lather back up and started on the front of his thighs. I rubbed and massaged the soap down one leg and then I moved over to the other. I let my thumb run along the inner part of his thigh and he moaned loudly as I started working my way just around his groin area. Then I finished that thigh and ran my long nails gently down his leg. He reached down and pulled me up to face him. Turning us so that he was under the water and rinsing off, he kissed me hard. Then uncharacteristically, he spun me around and used his hand on my lower back to bend me forward.

  “Hold onto the wall, baby.” I pressed my hands and forearms into the wall and I felt his hand between my legs. I stepped out slightly to open up my thighs for him a
nd he slipped two fingers inside of me while wrapping the other hand around me and fondling my breasts and nipples with it.

  “Oh Mark…Jesus!”

  “You like that baby?” I made some crazy sound or other. I couldn’t form a word at that moment. He kept on doing what he was doing, massaging my clit with his thumb while his fingers moved in and out of me. I was pushing my hips back into him, encouraging him to go faster and harder. Just as I reached the edge, he pulled them out. I let out a loud whimper and he chuckled. “Don’t worry baby, I’m not done.” He pushed down on the small of my back again, causing me to arch my ass up into the air. Then I felt him take his cock in his hand and place it against my opening. He pushed slowly…advancing way too slow for me. I was on fire. I pushed back into him and suddenly my ass cheeks were pressing against his skin and he was buried inside of me. He took my hips in his hands then and fucked me, quickly building speed as we both gasped and moaned and panted. He slid one hand up and played with my nipples and when I started gasping loudly and telling him I was ready, he thrust harder and the slap of our hips together was loud enough to be heard over the spray of the shower…and so were my screams as I came. That seemed to put him over the edge and he came too. He stood there, slowly sliding in and out of me for a few seconds until my body stopped shaking and came down from its orgasmic high for the third time this morning.

  He turned me around and full spent this time, we wrapped our arms around each other and let the water rinse us. At last we were both strong enough and breathing well enough to wash off. I let him wash himself this time…I didn’t want things to get out of hand again. Damn! He’s so good…and so gorgeous…and so nice…I really didn’t have a chance.

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  It was after eleven before we finally got on the road, but I thought the time spent this morning was worth it, and judging from the silly grin plastered on his face, I’m sure he thought so too.

  As we drove I said, “So tell me more about the rodeo.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Anything. Tell me about the season. Is it almost over?”

  He laughed. “Hardly. During one season there are 600 independent rodeos in 39 great states and four provinces.”

  “600? You don’t enter them all, do you?”

  He laughed again. “No, but I do enter a lot. It’s really the only way for a cowboy to make a living. The guys who don’t hit them all…just do it on the side, for fun. When you do it like that, you rarely get good enough to win.”

  “Do you always travel alone?”

  “Nah, I only travel alone when I’m home and hitting the little California ones. I travel with about five of my buddies most of the time. Rodeo is a lot more of a team sport than people give it credit for. You need the support of the other guys to get through a year without your family.”

  “So how much can you make per rodeo?”

  “You know, that depends on the rodeo. These little ones I enter around here barely cover the costs of me getting there and back plus my entry fees. The bigger ones might add a ten or fifteen thousand dollar purse though…Sometimes with the bigger ones, you’re already a hundred miles down the road before you know if you won or not.”

  “Why?”

  “They split the prize money up amongst the entrants and all that can’t be tallied right away. Most of us have to be back on the road pretty quickly after one event ends. They send you your check though so as long as you’ve won a few so you have a few dollars in your pocket, it’s okay.”

  “Because, my dear Lexi…practice makes perfect. Besides, if you selectively only enter the ones with the big purses, nobody knows who you are, and when your scores are tallied, you don’t qualify to ride in the nationals which is where I’m headed this year…so far.”

  “Where are the nationals?”

  “In Las Vegas. It’s a ten day event in December and the payout is worth six figures.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, this is my year…I can feel it. I been chasing for six months now. I only have four to go.”

  “Chasing?”

  “Yeah…quality riding and quantity of entering events. I can count 100 rodeos towards my final standing with no score less than 80 that whole time. I need to stay sharp and keep earning money…so I work the whole ten month season. Cowboy Christmas is coming up next month. That’s a big time of year for me.”

  “Cowboy Christmas?”

  “Yeah that starts right after the Reno Rodeo in Nevada at the end of this month and runs through the 4th of July weekend. We call it “Cowboy Christmas” because of all of the rodeos that take place that week. It’s like Christmas to us.” He grinned and again, I had to smile too. This guy kills me. “There are about thirty-four just in that week…and a whole lotta money to be won. It can also potentially make or break a cowboy’s chances to enter the top fifteen at the end of the year.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Hmm what?”

  “It just sounds like a busy year. I can’t imagine when any of you find time for your families or…anything else. When do you even have fun?”

  “There ain’t much time for a lot else…but we have fun. We have bonfires and dances like the one we went to this weekend…There are parades and festivals. We just hang out in the local bars sometimes or there are concerts after the rodeos…”

  “What about art museums and national monuments and political rallies and…”

  He laughed. “Even if I wasn’t rodeo-ing, I doubt I’d be attending any of those things.” I pretty much already knew that, but I had to hear him say it. This could not be more than a fling to me even in spite of the family issues. I have nothing in common with this guy. I’m infatuated with him, plain and simple. That did not make for a relationship and I knew it. I looked over at him and he grinned. Damn it! Why do I feel this strongly about him then?

  “The guys that have wives and girlfriends aren’t all married to rodeo and country gals. Just because you’re with someone doesn’t mean you have to do all of the same things or even like all of the same things, right? A lot of times their girl will travel with him and when the rodeo is done for the day she goes and does her own thing so that she’s not missing out.”

  “Alone?”

  “Not always. She brings her friends or her family…”

  “I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

  He shrugged. “I’ve said it before; everyone has their own way of living their life. I don’t think there is any one way that it is “supposed” to be. People just figure out what works for them and what doesn’t. One of these days I’d like to find a girl to settle down with that approves of mine.”

  For a guy who has no roots, he talks an awful lot about “settling down” with a woman. I was both afraid that he was talking about me and hoping that he was. Weird, I know. “There she is,” he said, when he saw the fence line of the ranch come into view. In spite of what his father might think, I could see his eyes light up when he looked out on that expansive piece of land. I believed him when he said it was in his blood.

  I also have to say as nice of a time as I had with Mark, it was good to see the ranch come into view. I was more tired from the weekend than I realized. When we drove in, he parked near the barn and he started unloading the horse and his gear while I went inside to say hello to Mom.

  “There she is!” My mom said, rounding the corner from the kitchen. “Where’s Mark?”

  “He’s putting Sarge and his tack away.”

  She hugged me like I’d been gone a week. It’s funny how quickly we revert to our old roles. “Did you have fun?”

  “I did, actually. It was a lot of fun. I’m surprised at how much I like this rodeo business.” And my step-brother.

  “Good! I’m really glad you had fun. I’m glad that Mark had you to go with him. Sometimes I worry that he spends too much time alone.” I have to agree with her about that, but I’d keep it to myself for now.

  “Where’s Rob?”

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sp; Mom frowned and said, “He took off when he saw you coming up the drive. He’s out on the horse somewhere.”

  “Why?”

  “He says he doesn’t want to “deal with” Mark right now. I guess they must have had words. He didn’t say anything about it to me though. He keeps things with Mark close to his chest. Did Mark say anything?”

  I wasn’t ready to talk about anything where Mark was concerned with my mother. She knows me too well and I was afraid that the way I felt would show on my face or in my eyes and she would see it. God, I didn’t want to hurt her. Whether Rob is an ass to his son or not, Mom loves him and she’s happy.

  “No, he didn’t say anything,” I said, trying to look sincere. “I’m going to grab my stuff out of the truck. I don’t want to leave it all for Mark to get out.”

  “I’ll help you.” Mom followed me out and just as we got to the truck, an old black pick-up came up the drive. Mom and I looked over at it and I had to physically hold back my facial muscles. Some chick with shorts cut off so short that they barely covered her vagina and a shirt tied up underneath her breasts got out of the truck. I looked at Mom and she shrugged. When the girl got closer, all I could think was, “Daisy Duke.” Her belly was as flat as a board and her boobs were barely contained in the shirt. She had a bright red ruby in the ring in her belly button and her long red hair was tied into a side ponytail with a big, red ribbon.

  “Hello,” Mom said, curiously. I guess she must not be a regular around here. The girl looked at her with a fake smile and said,

  “Hi.” Then she looked at me. I was taking my suitcase out of Mark’s truck. “Excuse me,” I didn’t look at her because I had no idea she was talking to me. “Excuse me!” I turned around and she was looking at me and Mom’s curious look had faded to make way for her annoyed one.

  “What?”

  “Why is your suitcase in my man’s truck?”