Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  Sighing, he gave her a tight squeeze, then let his fingertips trail across her back, enjoying the intimacy. “I’ve wanted to do this again for a long, long time.”

  “It wasn’t that long ago.” Her voice sounded so normal, he was afraid she was unaffected.

  “It seems like forever to me. You have no idea what it’s like to have the woman you want more than anything try to fix you up with her friends. There was a reason I didn’t fall for any of the others.”

  “I thought you were just too picky—that real women weren’t good enough for you.”

  “No.” He kissed the top of her head. “I wanted someone I thought I couldn’t have. I wanted you.”

  Chapter 12

  Travis might have said he wanted her, but Miranda obviously had a hard time believing it.

  “Maybe that’s all it is—one of those forbidden fruit things. Now that you know I’m single, you’ll probably lose interest.”

  “No possible way. You’re so hot I can barely control myself as it is—and I don’t think that’s gonna change.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he tilted her head back until their eyes met. Her green eyes were streaked with gold, a detail he hadn’t noticed before. But then, he’d never held her quite this close. “You know what I want. Now it’s your turn.”

  She glanced toward his lips, hinting at the prospect of a kiss. What would it take to make her do it?

  “I’ll help you any way I can, Miranda, but I promise not to try to run your life. It’s your life, your call.”

  When her mouth dropped open in surprise, he was sure he’d said the wrong thing. But in the next breath, she said the words he was dying to hear.

  “Kiss me.”

  Travis wanted to shout with joy. Dipping his head, their lips met and hers parted, his tongue instantly filling the void. Delicious flavors mingled with the warmth of her tongue. The last thing she’d eaten was a biscuit topped with strawberry jam, adding flavor to a kiss that was already the sweetest of his life.

  Her fingers threaded through his hair, and her back drew his hands like a magnet. The curves he’d caressed with his eyes he now caressed with his palms. As she slid her hands beneath his shirt, passion sizzled where she touched him, sending flames of desire racing up his arms, engulfing his heart before diving down to ignite an inferno in his groin.

  Travis kissed his way across her face and down her neck as her head fell back in rapturous abandon. When his lips met the neckline of her nightgown, he longed for her to be naked in his embrace, allowing him full access to her body. His hands roamed ever lower, gliding over her hips, cupping her bottom and pulling her against him. Rocking her back and forth over the hard length of his erection, he ground his sex against her in a way that left no doubt as to where this kiss was headed.

  Gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, she trailed her fingers down his arms, then pushed up his shirt, exposing his chest and the taut nipples that cried out for her touch. Her hungry eyes seemed to devour him, their bright green shade now as dark as a raging sea. In an instant, she lunged upward, flinging her arms around his neck as she captured his mouth in a heated kiss.

  This time, she was the aggressor, plundering his mouth as though intent on annihilating any resistance. She met none. He opened for her, a groan rising from his throat as she explored his mouth and dueled with his tongue. Moving on to the rest of his face, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, raining kisses everywhere her lips could reach.

  Suckling his earlobe, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue, drawing a deep, shuddering sigh from him that seemed to escalate her desire. She kissed her way down his neck, then moved to the opposite side, sucking his skin so hard she nearly drew blood. His cock surged as he thought of her sucking him a little further down.

  As if she’d read his mind, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his sweats and tugged, but they didn’t budge. Only then did he remember the drawstring waist.

  Damn…

  Her attempt to get into his pants was all the encouragement Travis needed. Reaching down as far as he could, he fisted his hands in her gown and pulled. Miranda met him halfway, dropping to her knees and raising her arms. Tossing her gown aside, he let his eyes roam over her delectable body.

  Oh, my God. She’s actually naked.

  Without a moment’s hesitation, she yanked open the tie at his waist and skimmed his pants down so fast his dick sprang up and bounced off her face, leaving a glistening trail across her cheek. He was about to apologize, but her open-mouthed expression stopped him.

  Sitting back on her heels, she stared at his cock. “Wow.”

  He got a brief glimpse of her succulent tits before she leaned forward, wrapping her hand around his shaft. Pressing the slick glans against her cheek, she let it glide over her skin in an exotic massage that made them both moan.

  Much more of that, and I’ll come right in her face.

  Travis was perilously close to losing what little control he had left when she exhaled sharply and lurched forward with the force of an orgasm. Gasping as her forehead impacted against his groin, she clutched at his thighs and threw her head back, catching his cock with her lips. After one delirious moment of anticipation, she sucked him in.

  Her hot mouth on his dick nearly had him spewing down her throat, but he held his breath, gripping the edge of the sink with one hand and bracing the other on the table. She teased his balls with her fingertips, pushing him ever nearer to the brink.

  Oh, God…please, not yet… Though it would have been a first.

  The point of no return was almost in sight when she let go, giving him an instant to gather his wits before her tongue swept over his scrotum. His cock pulsed, sending more pre-cum spurting from the slit. If he’d thought she would find this repellant, he’d have been wrong. With a low growl, she took a sip from the head of his penis, then bathed his scrotum with his own slick fluid.

  Lost in the most intense pleasure he’d ever known, Travis didn’t realize her full intent until her lips closed over a testicle. Sucking it into her mouth, she caressed it with her tongue, forcing a cry from him that fell somewhere between a groan and a whimper. She kept on with this exquisite torture until his head was spinning, then she switched to the other side. In his entire life, no one had ever licked his balls, let alone sucked them. His eyes squeezed shut as his knees gave way, and he staggered sideways, nearly tripping on the clothing looped around his ankles. Kicking his pants aside, he collapsed into the chair beside him.

  Stroking his cock with one hand while circling the head with the palm of the other, she drove him even further toward the edge of his sanity. He could easily have come right then, but there were a few things he needed to do first.

  Summoning every scrap of willpower he possessed, he grasped her hands and surged to his feet, draping her arms around his neck as he rose. With a firm grip on her buttocks, he turned and sat her on the table, shoving everything aside before easing her down onto her back. His beautiful Miranda lay stretched out before him, a cloud of chestnut hair fanned out behind her head. Glittering green eyes beckoned to him like a siren’s song. Rosy nipples adorned full, round breasts, her chest tapering to a trim waist before flaring out at the hip.

  Beautiful…

  He stooped down and snatched up his pants, withdrawing a condom from the pocket. “Do I need this?”

  A single shake of her head was the only reply he needed before sending the unopened packet sailing off in the general direction of the trash can. Scooping up her legs, he moved in between them, pulling her feet up to rest on his shoulders. Without another thought, he plunged into her.

  Her tight, wet heat enveloped his cock, providing some relief at first, but the intensity quickly ramped up again as he rocked into her. He could hardly believe this was happening. The night before, he’d fallen asleep wondering what it would be like to make her moan. Now he knew, and it was far better than he’d ever dreamed.

  But he wanted more.

  Following several hard t
hrusts, he forced his own urgent needs aside to concentrate on her pleasure. Varying the angle, he finally found one that made her eyes roll back in her head and turned each breath she took into a moan. He closed his eyes to block out the visual, knowing that one glimpse of her would be the end of him.

  Letting her response be his guide, he slowed the pace, stroking her with his cock, feeling his way toward her orgasm, hoping his own could hold off a little longer. In his haste, he’d already forgotten to do so many things that would have ensured her enjoyment. However, something told him this wouldn’t be their one and only time together. He would have years to discover the best ways to make her scream in ecstasy.

  As her inner muscles gripped his dick and a climactic cry erupted from her throat, he gave in to temptation and opened his eyes.

  He’d thought Miranda was beautiful before, but the sight of her lost in the throes of orgasm ripped away the last shred of control. He slammed into her, drinking in her blissful expression and the gentle sway of her tits as they rocked to the rhythm he’d set.

  Moments later, his back arched and his cock thrust forward with an ejaculation so powerful it seemed to lift him off his feet, leaving him gasping for breath.

  Leaning forward, he planted his palms flat on the table, gazing at her with awe. “Oh, my God. Hot doesn’t even begin to describe that. Where did you ever…”

  The words had barely left his mouth when her face flushed red and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.

  “I have to feed the horses.” In her haste, she pushed him away so abruptly he almost fell on his ass. He had no idea what to say to her now.

  She was halfway to the door when he finally found his tongue. “Miranda, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’m just sort of…stunned.”

  Snatching clothes from a hook in the hallway, she put them on faster than he would have believed possible. “It’s okay, Travis. I need to get some air or something. This is…I don’t know…embarrassing.”

  “You don’t need to be embarrassed. That was incredible. Hell, you’re incredible.”

  She hesitated, frowning. “You really think so?”

  “I know so.”

  The smile she gave him was tentative at best. “Okay. But I still have to feed the horses.”

  He wanted to tell her to stay put, that he’d do it all for her, but he’d already promised he wouldn’t try to run her life. He had to let her go. “Be careful out there.”

  This time he got a grin. “You won’t leave before I get back?”

  He shook his head. “Trust me, I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

  “Naked?” The accompanying flick of her brow reassured him more than anything else could.

  “As a jaybird.”

  Laughing, she closed the door behind her.

  Travis turned around to find a black cat sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, gazing up at him with emerald eyes. Only then did he realize he was still wearing the T-shirt. “I must look damned silly,” he muttered. “No wonder she was laughing.”

  With a wide yawn, the cat began licking its paw.

  “Obviously you aren’t impressed.” He scowled at the cat. “I’m pretty sure she liked my dick, though. She even said ‘wow’ when she first saw it. That has to count for something.”

  The cat shook its head and sauntered away.

  Great. Now I’m trying to impress her cat. I must be losing my mind…

  Surveying the kitchen, he felt a smile tugging at his lips as he thought about all the wild, kinky things he could do with Miranda when she came back from the barn. Right after he stripped off her clothes, he was going to suck her tits and eat her pussy.

  “Should’ve done that before. I knew I was forgetting something.”

  He glanced out the window and spotted her filling the bird feeder. She seemed to have decent traction, leaving deep footprints in the crusty ice as she made her way across the yard to the pasture gate. A yellow Labrador and a Golden Retriever trotted behind her while the beagle bounded on ahead. Her horses waited in the paddock, and she rubbed the nose of the chestnut colt before unlatching the gate. She must’ve had to shove it pretty hard because in the next second, her feet slid out from under her, and she fell, hitting her head on the steel rail before landing in a heap on the ice. The gray mare ambled over and gave her a nudge. Miranda never moved.

  “Holy shit!” Racing to the door, Travis gathered up his clothes and got dressed even faster than Miranda had. He had to force himself to slow down. He’d be no help to her if he fell flat on his back. Fearing the worst, he started off across the ice, his heart pounding a rough rhythm he wasn’t sure would ever settle back down.

  * * * *

  Miranda looked up into Kira’s dark, fathomless eyes.

  The mare blinked slowly. “Come on, Miranda. I’m hungry. I promise not to let you fall. Hold my tail and I’ll help you up the hill.”

  Turning, she swished her glistening white tail. Miranda did as she was told and together they walked up the gravel path to the barn, Kira’s powerful hindquarters pulling them both up the slope.

  “Here you are, safe and sound,” Kira said when they reached the barn. “You can let go of my tail, now.” She walked into her stall, leaving Miranda standing by the tackroom door.

  “Good morning, Miranda.” Jadzia’s voice was soft and breathy. “My back still hurts. You weren’t planning to ride me, were you?”

  “Don’t be an idiot,” Kira admonished her daughter. “It’s too cold today, and the footing is terrible. Show some sense, girl.”

  Kes walked in briskly, her nose stuck out and her ears laid back. She might have seemed hateful, but Miranda knew she didn’t mean anything by it. “Hey, Mom. Kiss me hello. I’ve missed you. Kira wouldn’t let me in the barn last night and I’ve got ice all over me!”

  She wasn’t kidding. Icicles dangled from her mane and tail and there were even a few clinging to the long hair on her flanks. They clinked together like wind-chimes as she moved.

  “Poor girl.” Miranda gave the stocky mare a kiss on the hollow spot by the corner of her mouth. “Get in your stall where it’s safe. Kira can’t pick on you there.”

  As Kes whisked by and ducked into her stall, Arwen made a grab for her, ears laid back and teeth bared.

  “Be nice, Arwen,” Miranda snapped. “And get back in your stall.”

  “I am in my stall,” the tall filly insisted. “It’s not my fault I can reach that fat little cow from here.”

  “Now, now… Let’s not be hateful,” Miranda warned.

  “Hey, who was that guy that was here yesterday?” Kes asked. “He was really cute. Did he spend the night with you?”

  “Sort of,” Miranda replied. “The roads were too slick for him to drive home, so he slept in Levi’s room.”

  “Too bad,” Kira said. “He’s just the kind of stud I like. Not too big, not too small, just right.”

  Kes nodded vigorously. “Yeah, just right.”

  “Oh, what would you know?” Kira snorted in disgust. “You’ve never even been bred.” She shot a stern glance at Miranda. “Don’t run him off, Miranda. He’s a keeper.”

  “That’s funny. You never seemed all that taken with him before,” Miranda remarked. “What made you change your mind?”

  “Dunno,” Kira replied. “Guess he’s grown on me.”

  Arwen tossed her mane. “Well, I think he’s too short.”

  Kira blew out a haughty breath. “Height isn’t everything. Your dad was tall, but he was an ass. Now, Damar’s father…” She paused as her eyes took on a dreamy cast. “He wasn’t young and he wasn’t tall, but that stud could fuck with the best of them.”

  Jadzia ducked her head down behind the stall door, visibly embarrassed by this frank sexual discussion.

  “Kira!” Miranda chided. “Such language—and in front of your children!”

  Damar danced with enthusiasm. “I want to do it with Kes. Please don’t have me gelded before I get the chance.�
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  Kes tossed her bushy black mane. “You’re too young for me.”

  “You wait ’til spring, hot stuff. I’ll be tall enough by then. Be ready for me, baby.”

  “Oh, shut up, you guys.” Miranda went into the tackroom. She’d filled three of the buckets when Damar came through the door.

  “Dammit, Damar, how many times do I have to tell you to keep out of here?” She picked up a training whip and waved it at him.

  “Hey, watch it with that thing,” he said. “No need to get all kinky on me.”

  “He probably wants you to put mineral oil on his dick again,” Arwen shouted. “He won’t admit it, but he loves that.”

  “I only do it to get the crusty stuff off his penis,” Miranda called back. “It probably does feel good, though.”

  “What on earth are you talking about?” Damar demanded. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Get out of the tackroom. No horses allowed in here, remember?”

  “Uh-huh,” he said with a touch of sarcasm. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

  Miranda snorted a laugh. “You don’t have fingers. You have hooves, and you can only hold up one at a time.”

  The girls must’ve thought that was terribly funny. Miranda could hear them snickering out in the barn.

  “Yeah, right. Let me see your head.” Damar nuzzled her temple. “You are not fine. You’re bleeding and you’re limping.”

  “Will you get out of here?”

  “Okay, okay.” His voice took on a patronizing note, like someone attempting to placate a mental patient. “Go ahead and finish feeding the horses, but after that, we’re going to the hospital for a CAT scan.”

  “A CAT scan?” Miranda waved dismissively. “I’ve had scads of them and they’re always negative. What would you know about stuff like that, anyway?”