Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  “No one would think that,” he insisted. “Besides, you don’t look forty-five.”

  “That’s nice to hear, but you could pass for a lot younger than thirty-six, yourself.”

  “That’s beside the point—and nine years isn’t a huge difference anyway. You see older men with younger women all the time. Granted, sometimes they seem a little ridiculous together, but I don’t believe we’ll have that problem.”

  “People will still think it’s weird.”

  If he couldn’t convince her that the age difference was a non-issue, their relationship would be over before it ever truly began. “Who gives a shit what other people think? As long as we’re happy, it’s none of their damn business.”

  Her breath went out with a sharp exhale. “True, but you know how people talk. Instead of the Widow Jackson, I’ll be Miranda the Cougar.”

  Travis couldn’t help smiling. “Ah, yes, but cougars pounce, and you know how I adore being pounced on.”

  “Just wish I felt more like pouncing.” Wincing, she held out a hand and he helped her to stand. “So, where is it we’re going? The living room?”

  He stifled his sigh of relief. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about that.”

  She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Nope—momentarily distracted perhaps, but I certainly didn’t forget.”

  “That’s my girl.” Tucking her hand under his arm, he led her into the living room. Quickly shedding his clothes, he pulled a wingback chair over to face the couch. “This is the other broken rib position I mentioned.” Actually, it was one of Alan’s suggestions. Travis would’ve given him full credit if he hadn’t assumed Miranda would frown upon his having that discussion with his cousin. Somehow, he suspected she might. “It should work if your knee holds up.”

  “No worries. The knee feels fine now.”

  “Okay, then. I’ll sit on the sofa and you sit in my lap and hold onto that chair.” Lowering himself onto the couch, he leaned back, grinning as his cock saluted her. “You get to do the work this time.”

  “Aw, but I’m the one with broken ribs,” she lamented. “Have a heart.”

  “Try it, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll figure out something different.”

  She caught her lip between her teeth. “Just hope it doesn’t set my recovery back a week or two.”

  “Oh, I hope not… Try bending down to kiss me first—a trial run, so to speak.” He gave her a quick wink. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the nightie.”

  She started to pull her gown over her head, but paused to glance down at Jade. The black cat sat on the floor nearby, gazing up at Miranda with a firm, unyielding expression, her pose as regal as that of an Egyptian deity.

  “You two are ganging up on me.” Snatching off her gown, Miranda tossed it in the cat’s direction. “Just remember, you’re my cat, not his.”

  He probably should’ve been concerned about whether or not she’d actually heard the cat speaking to her, but the sight of Miranda’s shapely ass distracted him completely. “My God, you’re gorgeous.”

  “No, I’m not.” Turning, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I don’t feel…comfortable doing this in broad daylight.”

  He let his gaze roam over her body, wishing he could move her arms aside with the power of his eyes alone. “From my perspective, this is a vast improvement over doing it in the dark.”

  Her gaze heated his skin as it swept over him, lingering on his cock before flicking back to his face. “When you put it that way, I’ll have to admit, I like being able to see you. But I’m sure you look a damn sight better than I do.”

  “That’s your opinion. I’d say we were about even in the looks department.”

  She huffed out a breath. “You need glasses.”

  “And you need a better mirror.” His cock pulsed, sending a bead of pre-cum spurting from his slit. In another moment, he’d have to take matters into his own hands. “Now, would you please kiss me before I lose my mind?”

  Travis met her halfway as she leaned closer, her full, succulent breasts swaying toward him. Her kiss was soft and wet as she delved deeply into the recesses of his mouth, drawing a groan from him as her tongue slid past his in a sensuous caress. She affected him like no one else ever had. One kiss from her was worth a thousand from any other woman—a nuclear bomb compared to a firecracker. Cupping her breasts, he savored their weight and the satiny smoothness of her skin, loving the way her nipples responded to his touch.

  Trailing kisses down her neck, he moved on to the warm softness of her breasts, burying his face in the deep valley between them—licking, sucking, kissing—before capturing a nipple in his mouth.

  The quiver of her body’s response drove him on to suckle the other firm nub. His cock was on fire, but he’d already been selfish enough. Wanting nothing more than to make her moan, he also knew that licking her all over would be a treat he would remember for a long, long time.

  Without warning, she turned around, presenting her shapely backside to him. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to close his eyes to regain control. Now was not the time to come all over her ass. Positioning her between his legs, he grasped her hips and eased her down onto his cock.

  Smooth as silk and hot as melted butter, her pussy held him in a fervent embrace. His head fell back and his mouth dropped open as a sigh escaped his lips, turning his words into more of a groan than actual speech. “You feel so good…”

  He hardly dared to look at her as he held her hips in his hands, her back curved in a delicate arch, tapering to her waist before flaring out to her luscious bottom.

  Miranda is sitting on my prick, fucking me. He bit his lip, trying desperately to hang onto the last few shreds of control he possessed.

  Bracing her hands on the chair, she rocked up and down on him, rising up until his cock nearly slipped out before slowly gliding back down—again and again, ratcheting the tension ever higher, ever tighter. When she sat down hard, circling her hips, grinding his cock inside her, he got the moan he was waiting for. The first of many.

  Her voice was barely a whisper. “Oh, wow…”

  “You like fucking me, don’t you?”

  She nodded, shifting into the opposite rotation. “Fabulous cock… Feels like it belongs there.”

  “That’s because it does belong there.” Wiggling his ass, he pushed upward, seeking the deepest penetration possible. “Fuck me, Miranda. Fuck my stiff dick and make me come. Then I’m gonna do it to you.”

  And she did. Up and down, back and forth, and sideways. Travis has never been so thoroughly fucked in his life. With his eyes riveted to her beautiful backside, he held her hips in his hands as she swiveled them in his lap, driving him inexorably toward his climax. Moments later, indescribable ecstasy engulfed him, his head snapping back as he came with a cry.

  With a firm grip on her thighs, he held her against him as his cock flooded her core with spurt after spurt of semen. The added slickness served as a reminder that there was more to this than his own elation; she needed to feel it too. He allowed himself a few minutes to savor the blissful sensations, letting his mind clear before relaxing his hold on her. He could have sat there for days with her heat wrapped around his cock, but at last, she leaned forward and rose from her seat, her pussy glistening with his cum.

  “Now it’s my turn.” Stretching out the full length of the sofa, he helped her to straddle his head, placing her left foot on the ground, while resting the opposite knee beside his shoulder.

  “You don’t really mean…”

  “Yes, I do. Sit on my face.”

  Her cum-soaked pussy hung tantalizingly above his lips, and he pulled her down, drilling his tongue into her soft folds. He’d never done that before, never tasted his own juice, but Miranda’s whimpers of pleasure would have made him even more adventurous than that—the sounds she made were worth anything. Everything. Her hot pussy caressed his face until he found her clit and suckled it, occasionally d
elving inside to moisten his tongue before bathing the tight bud with his cream. When she finally cried out, he felt the tiny nub thrust against his lips, surging with the power of her orgasm.

  Her climax sent need rushing back into his loins, and he eased her backward until she was once again impaled on his dick. Pushing up into her, he bounced her on his groin.

  “I like the way you think,” she whispered. “Matter of fact, I like everything about you.”

  Jubilation swept through him with her words, but there was one detail he wanted to be certain about. “Even the fact that I’m such a young pup?”

  “Even that. A guy my age probably couldn’t do this again—not as quickly, anyway.” Closing her eyes, she sank her teeth into the fullness of her lower lip, but she seemed unable to stop a smile from turning up the corners of her mouth. Her head fell back, and she moved her hips in a slow, sensuous circle as though savoring the feel of him.

  He wouldn’t ask her if she loved him. Not yet. It was too soon. Even so, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be the one to say it first. He had no inhibitions whatsoever when it came to this woman. When the time was right, baring his soul would be as easy as baring his body. His only hope was that she would welcome his love as easily as she accepted his cock inside her.

  A moment later, she dismounted in a move that was surprisingly graceful, considering her injuries, only to perform another laced with even more elegant eroticism. Her pussy lips beckoned as she straddled his head once again, this time facing the other direction. He had a brief moment to savor the vision before his eyes snapped shut and he sucked in a breath as her lips pressed his cock in a salacious kiss.

  “Mmm…my incredible, edible Travis...”

  Teasing his cockhead with her tongue, she cupped his balls, sending shivers of anticipation rippling through him. She obviously didn’t mind the taste of his cum, but could he actually do it this time? Would she even want him to? As his cock filled her mouth he gave in to temptation and eased her down until his tongue penetrated her wet core. If there would ever be a time when he could come in a woman’s mouth, this ought to be the one.

  She seemed to sense his problem—either that or she remembered the last time—because she backed off, using only her hands. A crescendo of delirious pleasure ripped through him almost instantly, and he fired off a round that had to have splattered her face.

  He might’ve believed her subsequent shudder was one of revulsion had she not held onto his cock, massaging her cheek with the slick, swollen head. As her body contracted, he savored the burst of tangy wetness that followed.

  To his surprise, she giggled—a sound that ended with what was surely a gasp of pain. “It figures. The one time I really need to collapse on top of a guy, I can’t do it.”

  As she crawled forward and reached for the box of Kleenex on the end table, Travis scooted out from under her and sat up. “I don’t feel much like moving myself. That was like…wow.”

  Wiping the cum from her face, she landed in a heap where his feet had been. “No kidding.” With a groan, she keeled over onto his lap. “Stick a fork in me, Travis. I’m done.”

  “No apple pie?”

  She waved a dismissive hand. “Later.”

  Chapter 23

  Travis had never felt less like going back to work in his life—not even when he’d had the flu—and it wasn’t because he felt bad. Aside from the fact that he’d miss her like crazy, leaving Miranda home alone all day gave her free rein to do everything her doctor had told her not to do. Knowing her, she’d probably get bored and start putting new siding on the house or give the garage a good cleaning. Then there was the whole food junkie thing.

  She certainly didn’t adapt well to idleness, which made him wonder if she’d still have the hots for him when she went back to work and had less time to kill.

  Great. I’m making myself sound like an occupational therapy project.

  He considered bringing her some knitting supplies to keep her busy—an idea he promptly rejected after concluding that, while she might use the yarn to tie him to the bed—certainly an interesting diversion—he didn’t even want to think about any alternate uses she might dream up for knitting needles.

  In the end, he left her sitting on the sofa with a book, a cup of tea, her phone, her computer, and the TV remote, but doubted that any of those things would keep her out of trouble for long.

  “Remember, absolutely no heavy lifting,” he warned after he kissed her goodbye for the third time.

  “I promise I’ll be good.” Her grudging response made him long for a surveillance camera. Unfortunately, a phone call now and then would have to suffice.

  Every chance I get.

  His first client of the day was one he’d never met—the horse or the owner—and within five minutes of his arrival, he wished he still hadn’t met her.

  After her first admonition to “Call me Lorene” when he’d addressed her as Ms. Malford, he’d decided she was the type whose attractiveness increased with distance. Blonde hair showing nearly black at the roots, she wore far more makeup than the occasion warranted, and she had a sultry, used look about her, like a rodeo honey who’d spent too many nights in the back of some cowboy’s pickup.

  She’d told Travis who recommended him when she’d made the appointment, but for the life of him, he couldn’t put a face to the name. In addition to suspecting her of making up the story, her horse was a real pain in the ass. Unruly and bad-tempered, the mare refused to stand still and nipped at his butt constantly while he worked. Lorene must’ve thought this behavior was cute, because she didn’t attempt to put a stop to it, seeming content to simply apologize. “So sorry she keeps doing that. It’s such a bad habit.”

  Travis nodded his agreement, biting back a retort as he clinched the last nail. Thank God…

  “I should pay you extra for the trouble.” Her hand grazed his back. “Or maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime.”

  The suggestive nature of her touch set off warning bells in his head, and he was about to trot out his standard I don’t date my clients rule when it occurred to him that for once in his life, he had the perfect excuse. “No need. Besides, my girlfriend wouldn’t like it.” And neither would I. He was dying to add that Miranda would probably rip Lorene’s bleached-blonde hair out by the roots if she even thought about taking him to dinner, but he left it at that. Still, overkill or not, it would’ve been fun to see her reaction.

  “The jealous type, is she?” The woman’s pout was almost audible.

  Travis couldn’t resist. Setting down the mare’s hoof, he straightened up and turned to face Lorene, affecting a thoughtful frown as he scratched his chin. “Jealous? No. I wouldn’t say she was jealous. I think vengeful might be a better word.”

  The way her eyes widened was downright comical. “Sounds kinda scary.”

  “Nah, she’s a real pussycat if you treat her right.” Actually, she was more of a tigress, but that was a detail Lorene didn’t need to know. “And I make a point of doing that.”

  Before Lorene could say anything else, he picked up his rasp and filed down the clinches. Giving the mare a final pat, he announced, “She’s all done.”

  “What do I owe you?”

  Travis stated the amount as he gathered up his tools. The sooner he got back on the road, the better. After pocketing the check, he waved goodbye and climbed into his truck, hoping the mare would hold onto those shoes for a good, long time. Normally, he would’ve scheduled a follow-up appointment to reset them in six weeks, but for once, he didn’t bother. Repeat business from Lorene and her nippy little mare was something he could easily live without.

  Following a quick call to ensure that Miranda was behaving herself—I haven’t done a damned thing! Honest!—he drove on to his next client.

  Two more jobs later—both of which went far more smoothly than the first—he stopped in to see Alan for lunch. After selecting a sandwich from the grocery’s refrigerated display case, he took a seat i
n the deli and waved at Alan.

  If anything, his cousin appeared even worse off than the last time he’d seen him, making Travis wish he’d stocked Alan’s fridge with junk food instead of Miranda’s. “Dammit, Alan, if you lose any more weight, you’ll disappear.”

  “And when I do, all the women who’ve ever told me to get lost will undoubtedly rejoice.” Alan’s riposte proved he hadn’t lost his ready wit, but his smile lacked conviction.

  In the face of his cousin’s plight, Travis couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about his own happiness, because for once in his life, he had a woman and Alan didn’t. Somehow he doubted that Lorene would be the solution to anyone’s problems, but he figured he could at least make the suggestion. “If you’re looking for a quickie, I think I know where you could get laid.”

  Alan winced and flung up a hand, his jaw clenched in denial. “This is the longest stretch of celibacy I’ve been able to pull off since I learned how to work my dick. Do not tell me. I don’t want to know.” Closing his eyes, he took a breath so deep and deliberate Travis could almost hear him chanting a mantra.

  “Guess I shouldn’t mention Miranda, either.”

  Blowing his breath out slowly and completely, Alan opened his eyes. “I take it my instructions were of some use.”

  The memory of Miranda’s luscious bottom bouncing in his lap triggered a smile. “Oh, yeah. Can’t thank you enough.”

  “I’m glad you’re getting some, Travis. I really am. Are you in love?”

  “If I’m not, I will be soon. She is fabulous. The perfect woman—at least, she is for me.” The wistful nature of his cousin’s expression prompted him to add, “Your perfect woman is bound to show up eventually.”

  Alan snorted. “I don’t think the right woman for me exists. I’d need a full harem to keep up with my needs, which is hard to come by in this day and age. No one woman can do it, and I’ve decided it isn’t fair to even attempt monogamy when I can’t be trusted. This is better. I’ve been working out to use up the excess energy.”