Dark Horse: Bad Boy Cowboy Romance

by Westlake, Samantha

  "Oh, really?" Marsden winked back at me - and then, even as he pulled the car away from the curb and out onto the street, he reached down and popped the button on his suit pants open! "Why don't you slide over here and show me?"

  I eagerly reached for his zipper, pulling it down and opening up his pants. I had to pull his tucked-in shirt out of the way, and as I did so, I noticed that my fiancé was putting on a little bit of weight. His belly hung over his pants slightly, no longer cut and showing off the muscles of his abs.

  Had he always been that way? I wondered foggily to myself. Somehow, I thought that I remembered Marsden taking great care of his body. Had he stopped working out, or somehow gotten out of shape, since I'd last seen him?

  That thought, however, soon fizzled out as I felt his hard rod down beneath the little overhang of his gut, throbbing and as big as I remembered. I gave a little grunt as I pulled it free of his pants and boxers. The angle of the car's seat made it awkward, but I managed to dig it out!

  With his dick out, I wrapped my hand around it, stroking up and down. Marsden kept his eyes forward, but I could feel him breathing a bit heavily as I jerked him off while he drove! Good lord, this had to be one of the more dangerous things I'd ever done!

  "That's it, baby," Marsden grinned as I rubbed up and down his shaft. "Now, why don't you pop your seatbelt off and bring your mouth over here?"

  At that suggestion, however, I paused. "I can't take my seatbelt off!" I exclaimed, looking up at him. "That wouldn't be safe! What if you crashed?"

  "Come on, baby," he wheedled. "It would feel so good to have you sucking me off as I drive! That's the kind of challenge I want!"

  But I remained insistent, shaking my head and pulling my hand back as I straightened back up. "For that, you can wait until we're back at my house," I insisted.

  I saw my fiancé pout, but he didn't make any other comment, thankfully not pushing the issue.

  As I sat up, a sudden thought occurred to me. "Hey, why don't we go back to your place?" I asked, glancing over. "That way, we'd have the place all to ourselves!"

  Marsden frowned. "You should have suggested that earlier," he replied. "See, we're almost back to your house now. It would be a waste to just turn around and drive all the way back to mine."

  I peered out the front windshield, and sure enough, he was right. I could see the familiar driveway of my house coming up in the Mercedes' headlights. "Next time, then," I decided, sitting back in my seat. "That way, we can be as loud as we want!"

  Once he'd parked the car, Marsden strolled over to my side and opened the door, helping me up. "Now, why don't we go inside and keep going, let you finish what you started?" he murmured to me, his hands sliding tightly around me and his breath hot against my ear.

  I murmured wordless agreement back to him, squirming up against his big frame as I pressed myself against him. "Okay," I whispered back.

  One of his hands dipping down to cup my ass, Marsden helped me up the front steps, and I fumbled with my keys for a few seconds until I managed to successfully open the door. As we tumbled in, laughing and clutching at each other, I was glad to see that the lights were turned off, and there was no sign of my housemate.

  For a moment, I murkily wondered why I cared about whether Lance saw us. He had to know that I'd be intimate with my own fiancé, right? And besides, I shouldn't care what he thought.

  Marsden swept me up in his arms a second later, and the thought about Lance fled my head as he kissed me.

  Chapter fourteen

  Marsden kissed me hard, pulling me up against his body, just inside my house, the front door right behind us. The man's pants were still unfastened, and I could feel his hard cock poking out, up against my crotch. His hands roamed up and down my back, finding the zipper to my dress and tugging it down.

  I giggled as I felt the fabric part, peeling off of me. Immediately, his hands dropped down to my chest, groping my breasts and pulling them up so that he could kiss roughly at my nipples. "Oh, I missed these," he murmured up to me, his voice slightly muffled.

  Still giggling, I let the man sweep me up in his arms and carry me upstairs to my bedroom. I noticed that Marsden had to breathe a little heavily as he took the stairs, but we made it up, and we tumbled down together onto my big queen bed.

  As soon as I landed, however, he was up and on top of me, kissing me even as his hands roamed over me, pulling my dress further down to further reveal my breasts. I reached up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but the little round circles were tough for me to grasp, especially with the room still spinning a little from the landing on the bed.

  After a minute, the man straightened up with a grunt and popped his buttons open on his own, since I wasn't able to do it. I took the opportunity to actually undo the clasp of my bra, taking it off and tossing it aside. Marsden had already hiked my dress's skirt up to my hips, and I reached down and peeled off my panties from beneath as he pulled his dress shirt off and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothing on my floor.

  Once again, the man dived down on top of me, this time kissing at my neck and nibbling at my ear. I moaned a little as his lips bit down ever so lightly on my earlobe, just enough to send an exciting little spark of pain through me. "Ooh, yes," I called out, arching my back a little.

  The man rolled over, landing on his back beside me, and his big hands slid down to my waist, grasping and hoisting me up. "Come on, come on top of me," he urged me, as he pulled me astride him.

  I threw my leg over him, mounting him like a cowgirl mounting a horse. I could feel him down between my naked thighs, big and throbbing and quivering with desire to pierce me. It had been quite a while, I thought to myself!

  "Go slow," I urged him, rocking back and forth, rubbing myself against him. Even that rubbing was nearly enough to get me off! I could feel myself, wet and ready for him. I'd missed this connection.

  Marsden, of course, didn't pay much attention to my words. His hands slid up, beneath my skirt, and I felt him grasp his cock and point it up, into me. For a moment, I gasped, my eyes going wide as he rubbed himself up and down my slit in search of my entrance - and then, with a start, he found it.

  I couldn't hold back a little cry of pain as he pushed deep inside me, his big member stretching me wide. I wasn't ready for him to go plunging in! "Oh, you feel so big!" I cried out, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I tried to adjust to his thick girth.

  Below me, Marsden grinned, his hands sliding up to my hips to pull me down further on him. "Yes, you feel so fucking tight!" he cried back, pulling me down and trying to bring my crotch down to hit his hips. "Come on, babe, I want you to fuck me so hard!"

  It took a few more strokes for me to settle down on top of him, but I managed, even despite the pain. Over time, I knew, that pain would recede, replaced by pleasure. I reached down and grabbed one of Marsden's hands, pulling it under my skirt to press it against the hard little nub of my clit. "Help me," I urged him as I began to rock back and forth on top of him, impaled on his big cock.

  For a few seconds, Marsden went along with my request, his thumb diving in to find the little bump of my clit and pushing it down, rubbing it back and forth. After a few little rubs, however, he seemed to lose interest, instead reaching around me to grab both cheeks of my ass and pull it wide, taking over my rocking back and forth as he lifted me up and down on him.

  I kept up my moans and rocking, but inside my head, I felt myself rolling my eyes. This was just how I remembered, all right; Marsden was a powerful and dominating lover, but it always seemed to be his pleasure that came first. Sure, he always wanted me to suck his cock, but I couldn't remember the last time that he'd gone down on me.

  Still, he did feel good inside of me, even if he wasn't stimulating my clit as well. Besides, I had hands as well, didn't I? I reached down between my legs and started rubbing myself as he pushed his hips up and down beneath me, plunging in and out of me.

  Just as I felt my own pleasure starting to rise
up inside of me, the man suddenly let out a grunt, and his hips began moving faster. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face on the bed below me, and saw his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth hung slightly open, panting with concentration. His chest was coated in a thin layer of sweat.

  "Oh god, yes! That's it, babe, that's what I need!" he called out, gritting his teeth as he spoke. "Come on, keep going! I'm so close!"

  Inside my head, the part of my consciousness that seemed to separate when I was drunk, the part that didn't have any filter, rolled its eyes again. Looks like I'm not going to get to finish tonight, it commented. Sad how well I remember that part of sex, isn't it?

  I did my best to ignore that voice. Sure, I didn't come every time that Marsden and I had sex, but no one really did, right? And besides, I always had my vibrator in the back of my underwear drawer. There was no reason that I couldn't give myself a little hand getting over that peak once Marsden was done.

  So as I blocked out the sarcastic comments from the alcohol-fueled little corner of my consciousness, I kept on rocking, and felt my fiancé's muscles flex and tense beneath me. "Oh, fuck yes!" he called out, giving one last thrust upwards - and locking his legs so that he kept himself all the way inside of me. "That's it!"

  Inside of me, I felt him flex once more - and then wetness came pouring down, coating my thighs and running down. That little part of my mind sighed. Time to clean the sheets, it pointed out to me.

  I stubbornly ignored its voice. I instead leaned down and kissed at the man's mouth, but it hung open, so I contented myself with nibbling on his cheek. "Come on, baby, give it all to me," I whispered in his ear, knowing that he liked when I talked to him as he came.

  For a few more seconds, Marsden kept on moving slightly inside of me, pumping out every drop of his seed. But finally, he finished, and he dropped back, limp, onto the bed as his orgasm faded away.

  "That was really good, babe," he said, finally opening his eyes and stretching his hands up above my head. "Wow, I missed that."

  "Me, too," I replied, trying to not hear the words of the sarcastic little voice in my head.

  Marsden reached around and patted me on the ass, although this was more of a friendly pat than a grab of passion. "Now, why don't you hop up, maybe go clean yourself up?" he suggested. "I'll wait here, get dressed."

  He winked at me. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you a nice kiss goodbye before I leave."

  I smiled back at him, wondering why I felt like I had to force the smile out. I quickly stood up, lifting myself up off of the now half-soft cock still inside of me, and headed for the bathroom.

  Inside the bathroom, I stopped and stared at my reflection in the mirror for a moment, gripping the sides of the bathroom sink. My reflection stared back at me, eyes wide, but without a hint of a smile on her face.

  Get it together, Gilly, I thought to myself. He's your fiancé. Be happy that the two of you are back on the same footing.

  I forced myself to smile, checking in the mirror to make sure it looked normal and natural before turning and heading back out into the bedroom to say goodbye to Marsden.

  Chapter fifteen

  The next morning, I felt especially foul as I stumbled downstairs for coffee and breakfast.

  "I feel like someone scooped out all of my brains and replaced them with cotton balls," I complained to Lance as I entered the kitchen. "That, or maybe steel wool."

  "And a good morning to you, too," he replied, grinning a little as he noted my obvious discomfort. "If I had to make a doctor's guess, I'd say that you had quite a few glasses of wine with dinner, am I right?"

  I stuck out my tongue at him as I took a seat on one of the stools next to the kitchen's center island. "It was celebration drinking," I replied, rubbing at my head as I sat down, propping myself up with both hands on my temples. "And at least we're back on better terms, Marsden and I."

  "So I gathered." Lance turned back to the stove as I pondered these words.

  "What exactly does that mean?" I asked his bare back as he hefted the pan, flipping the eggs sitting in it with an easy flip.

  For a moment, he was silent, and the only sound in the kitchen was the crackling of the cooking eggs. "My room is down the hall from yours," Lance finally said, glancing back over his shoulder at me with one eye. "But that doesn't mean that the walls between our rooms block all sound."

  It took a moment for the meaning of this comment to sink in, and a blush rushed to my cheeks. "Oh god," I groaned, dropping my head down to put my face flat against the cool stone counter of the center island. "So you could hear-"

  "-just about everything, yeah."

  I let out a wordless groan of embarrassment. Even pressed up against the cold counter, I felt my cheeks growing hot with blood.

  I heard Lance chuckle. "Yeah, it sounded something like that."

  I lifted my head up, feeling my hair fall messily down around my face. "Great," I remarked, waving one hand lazily in the air. "Just great. So now the guy living with me and helping repair my house and property has heard me having sex. I couldn't imagine things getting any better."

  "Oh really?" Lance raised his eyebrows at me as he brought the two plates around, setting them down on the counter. He tipped an over easy egg onto the top of the toast and tomato slice, garnishing it with a couple little leaves of some green herb that I didn't recognize, and slid one over to me.

  I took one look at the smirk on his face and let out another groan. "No, please no. What is it now?"

  "After, um, hearing the commotion, I decided to go downstairs," Lance said, using the side of his fork to break his egg's yolk and watching in satisfaction as the golden liquid ran down onto the tomato and toast. "I was still down there when your fiancé came downstairs, still in the process of getting dressed. He made a few comments to me on the way out."

  My mouth was filled at the moment with delicious egg and toast, but I rolled my eyes at my lodger. Lance just let out a little chuckle as he nodded.

  "That's about how I felt about it, too," he agreed. "But I couldn't exactly just walk out on him, so I listened to him brag about how he 'rocked your world' just a few minutes previously."

  The comment made me laugh out loud, little bits of food flying out of my mouth before I managed to cover it with my hand. "Yeah, right," I said, once I'd swallowed the bite of food. "Not that I don't love Marsden, but he sometimes brags a bit too much."

  For a moment longer, we both grinned at my embarrassment. Finally, Lance gave himself a little shake and took another bite. "Well, in any case, it's interesting to put a face to your fiancé," he said. "And at least now you're not keeping me a secret from him."

  Interesting. That was the word that Lance used, and I questioned it as I finished off my breakfast. What exactly did he mean by 'interesting'?

  As I popped the last bite into my mouth, however, I realized how I could get my revenge on the man for teasing me so. When I next looked up at Lance, I put a wide, shit-eating grin on my face, and felt gratified to see him pause when he caught my expression.

  "That doesn't bode well," he said slowly.

  His suspicion just made my smile broader. "What, don't you think you're going to have fun?" I asked, teasing him.

  Unfortunately, I couldn't keep him in the darkness any longer. Lance gave me a long, considering look, and then leaned back, picking up the dirty dishes. "This has something to do with the wedding, doesn't it," he said, not really asking a question.

  I huffed, annoyed that he'd guessed my intention. "I need to go out and look at different locations," I confessed. "First thing on my wedding checklist. Want to come with me? I could use some more help with figuring out which place will work best."

  "I did agree to help with this, didn't I? That wasn't just a nightmare?" Lance sighed as I stuck my tongue out at him, but he nodded after a second. "Fine. Let's go look at these places, if you're insisting on dragging me along."

  After a second, the man grinned and flexed his biceps. "Should
I go shirtless?" he asked.

  I made sure to accent my loud groan, although I couldn't help spending a few extra moments checking out how Lance's abs pulled tight. No extra fat on this man! It's okay for me to look, I told myself, watching his muscles flex. It wasn't like I was even thinking about what it would be like to let Lance put his hands on my body.

  Still grinning, Lance dropped his arms, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, let me put on a shirt," he said, stepping out of the kitchen. "I'll be ready in a few minutes."

  "Sure thing," I replied, my thoughts still a little muddled with the sight of his muscles.

  As he stepped out of the kitchen, I thought that I heard Lance murmur something under his breath. He spoke almost too quietly for me to catch the words, and I didn't hear everything - but I did catch something about "doesn't deserve." Was he talking about me? DId I not deserve something? Or was he just complaining about not deserving the torture of being dragged out to see different wedding venues?

  I finished off my cup of coffee, putting that little muttered comment out of my head. Glancing down at myself, I nearly jumped out of my own seat. I had to go get dressed, as well!

  Back upstairs in my room, I put my hands on my hips as I stared around at the mess. I had piles of clothes everywhere! Muttering a little curse at myself for letting things get so messy, I started picking up some of the dirty outfits and dumping them in the hamper, ready to go get cleaned at some later point.

  It wasn't until i was scooping up the last pile of clothing that I remembered that I'd come up here to get dressed! I glanced into my closet, searching for an outfit.

  I had to discard several options before I found the right choice - a cute little skirt, white with little red hearts dotted across the fabric. Perfect! That choice definitely said light, happy, and ready to plan a wedding.