Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  “Hmm… Don’t know about that…” With a sly smile, she dug her fingers into the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss that made his nuts ache. “What’re the symptoms?”

  “Not sure. Might be an overwhelming urge to pounce on me when I least expect it.”

  “Got that one,” she said with a nod. “Although in my opinion, it’s a perfectly sane thing to do—unless I were to tie you up and then pounce on you.”

  Travis had never ejaculated as the result of a mere thought, but this time, he came damn close. He cleared his throat with difficulty. “That might be considered crazy.”

  “True, but it’s a different kind of insanity—the kind that makes perfectly ordinary women turn guys like you into their love slaves.”

  “Not sure I’d like it if an ordinary woman made me her love slave.” He groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue up the side of his neck. “But then, there’s nothing ordinary about you.”

  “So, you’d like it if I buckled a curb chain around your cock and balls and snapped a lead rope on it?”

  His gut clenched as a gush of pre-cum soaked his briefs. Doubling over, he smacked his forehead against her shoulder. “Dammit, Miranda, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”

  “That’s my plan.” Her deep-throated chuckle sent even more fluid gushing from his slit. “I dearly love jerking your chain.” Flicking his earlobe with her tongue, her warm breath on his neck set off a wave of tingles that had him quivering with anticipation. “Bet I could even make you come in my mouth if I tried hard enough.”

  In another minute, it would be a moot point. Sucking in a ragged breath, he shook his head. “Can’t do it.”

  “I’ve noticed that. I don’t suppose anyone’s ever laid you down on a bale of hay and sucked your dick, have they?”

  “Nope—especially not after they’ve been talking about ropes and chains.”

  “Think that might make a difference?”

  With Miranda, anything was possible. “I don’t know. I’ve got a pretty strong mental block against it.”

  “The teachings of childhood?”

  Considering his father’s strict admonitions, Travis was amazed that he could let a woman suck him at all. “Something like that.”

  “Aha! A challenge.” Her eyes flashed with excitement, drawing him into their emerald depths. He’d be drowning in them soon.

  My God, she’s sexy.

  She nodded toward the hay stacked behind a gate on the opposite side of the barn. “You go pick out a nice, comfy bale. I’ll be right back.” With a quick pat on his cheek, she left the stall.

  His mind in a daze, Travis stared after her until a snort from Kira snapped him out of his stupor. “Yeah. Right. I’m going.”

  After pulling down a couple of bales from the top of the stack, he couldn’t decide what to do next. Should he be sitting there waiting with his dick hanging out when she returned, or would she rather take his pants off herself?

  In the end, he was glad he’d at least sat down when she sauntered over with two saddle pads and a Western-style rein. If he’d been standing, his knees probably would’ve given way beneath him.

  “Thought this would work best.” Tossing one pad onto the hay bale and the other onto the pallet, she held up the coil of thin leather. Stretching it out between her hands, she yanked it tight, the snapping sound marking the end of his hesitation.

  Two seconds later, Travis had stripped off his jeans and was sitting on one bale while leaning back against the other, his stiff dick poised and ready.

  With a mischievous grin, she looped the rein over his erection. Crossing it underneath his balls, she pulled it up for another pass over the top. “Have I ever told you what a fabulous dick you have?”

  Travis gulped in a breath as she tugged on the rein, drawing his nuts up against the base of his penis. “The first time you saw it, all you said was wow. I’m surprised I didn’t come in your face.”

  Chuckling, she tickled his balls before stroking the full length of his shaft. “From that, I can only assume I was on my knees at the time.”

  Travis nodded as more syrup welled up from his slit. “Yeah—and I’d just pulled off your nightie.” If she didn’t watch out, he was going to come in her face for real. “One of the more memorable moments of my life.”

  “Wish I could remember it.” With a dismissive wave, she went on, “Best not to dwell on that right now—although I’m sure I was stunned speechless.”

  “Me, too.”

  Miranda settled herself on the saddle pad between his legs, taking one end of the rein in each hand. “No holding back, now.”

  “I’ll try not to.” Since he was already hovering on the brink, holding back wouldn’t be the problem. The constricting rein had his dick so tightly engorged, the head was purple and veins stood out on his shaft like ropes wound around a fence post.

  “I mean it,” she said firmly. “Don’t be thinking about baseball or anything else to slow you down. If you feel like you’re going to come, let it go, you hear? I want to taste your juice.”

  Travis let out a strangled gasp as she pulled on each end of the rein, aiming his dick straight at her mouth. After an instant of breathless expectation, she went down on him, her warm lips closing over the head. His cock pulsed, sending a spurt of slick fluids into her mouth. Sweeping her tongue side to side, she spread the creamy liquid over the underside of his shaft.

  I’m gonna come so hard…

  Fisting the reins in one hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his penis, sliding up and down, using her saliva and his own lubrication for a smooth, frictionless glide. The sight and feel of her mouth on his dick, the stroke of her hand, and the frequent swipes of her tongue drove him quickly toward his climax. He was so close, so very, very close…

  A heartbeat away from the point of no return, he sucked in a breath as the old taboo slammed into his brain, threatening to block his ejaculation. He could almost hear his father’s voice. You put your dick in a condom and then put it in the only place God intended. None of that disgusting, perverted crap, you hear? In desperation, he tried to think of something else, anything to get those words out of his head.

  As though she sensed the impediment, Miranda let go of his dick to massage his balls. That simple act, in addition to the strap around his junk and her tongue swirling over his cockhead, blanked out every coherent thought—and most of the incoherent ones. Within seconds, his head snapped back as his cock spewed out so much semen he was surprised it didn’t run down her chin.

  Gazing up at him with a triumphant expression, she backed away slowly, sucking off every last drop. Licking her lips, she swallowed. “Mmm…quite tasty. Must do that again sometime.”

  Travis gazed at her, scarcely able to believe what had just occurred. Granted, it wasn’t a life-altering event, although given the circumstances, it was enough to make him at least wish he could give her the moon and stars on a silver platter. Gathering her up in his arms, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. “I can’t believe… That was…you are…so incredible… I need to do a helluva lot more for you than fix a few windows. Got any other wishes? A new roof? Or maybe a new fence?”

  With her wistful sigh and a glance over her shoulder as clues, Travis knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.

  “A concrete floor.”

  Thanks to the ditch he’d dug, the barn aisle was no longer a quagmire, but it was still a long way from being dry. He might have to call in some favors to get the job done, but he had every intention of making it his next project.

  “You got it, babe. Even if I have to mix every square foot of concrete by hand, you got it.”

  * * * *

  When Levi came home late Friday afternoon, Miranda wasn’t surprised to see that Tabitha had come with him. She’d followed him in her own car, which probably meant that she was only there for a brief “get acquainted” visit and wouldn’t be staying the entire weekend.

&
nbsp; Thank God.

  Miranda had no idea what to expect, nor had she been looking forward to the meeting. She was protective of her son, which was natural, but Levi’s history made the stakes even higher. Whether she gave her consent or not, he could still wind up with a broken heart, an outcome Miranda hoped to avoid at all cost.

  As she stepped out onto the porch to greet them, she would’ve given a lot to have Travis there beside her.

  Whoa. That’s a first.

  Having been Levi’s advocate since birth, she’d dealt with countless issues, and she’d usually done it alone. Unfortunately, meeting Levi’s girlfriend and discussing the possibility of their marriage was nothing like trying to decide whether or not Levi could tackle algebra. The emotions involved were entirely different. Miranda’s wish for Travis’s support proved that he was already becoming a part of her life, and, subsequently, her son’s.

  They both got out of their cars and Levi took the girl’s hand, gazing at her with frank adoration before turning to face Miranda. “Uh, hi, Mom. This is T-tabitha.”

  Tabitha appeared to be no less smitten. The smile she gave Levi held no trace of indulgence for his stuttering introduction, only warmth and affection. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Tabitha. Call me Miranda.”

  Levi had told Travis that Tabitha was beautiful, which, in Miranda’s opinion, was an exaggeration. A nice-looking, girl-next-door type, Tabitha was rather thin with shoulder-length brown hair and appeared to be in her late twenties—a factor that Miranda hadn’t expected. She couldn’t help wondering if Tabitha knew Levi wanted to marry her.

  After the introductions, Levi started toward the house, but Tabitha hesitated. “I’d like to see the horses first, if that’s okay.”

  Miranda’s heart sank. A private conversation with Tabitha was something she would’ve preferred to avoid. Nevertheless, it had to happen sooner or later. “Sure,” she replied. “You go on inside, Levi. We’ll be along in a few minutes.”

  Levi nodded. “Okay.”

  Miranda led the way across the yard to the gate where the horses stood waiting for their afternoon feeding. Miranda rattled off their names, and Tabitha petted each of them in turn before she finally spoke. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.”

  “Not really,” Miranda said. “Levi talks about you a lot.”

  “Did he tell you we were dating?”

  “Sort of. He said you kissed him because you loved him and that he wants to marry you.”

  “Sounds like something he’d say.”

  “Is it true?”

  “Oh, yeah…”

  Tabitha’s heartfelt tone and accompanying sigh led Miranda to believe she was sincere. On the other hand, if she truly did love Levi, she was the first woman to do so.

  “You know, most women treat him more like a younger brother than a potential boyfriend. He has a lot of good qualities, and I love him dearly, but let’s be realistic. He has autism, which I assume you’ve realized. There are plenty of normal guys around. Why him?”

  Tabitha’s expression hardened. “Why not him? Being normal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Levi is the only man I’ve ever felt I could trust. On top of that, he actually wants to get married and have children. And I really do love him. When he first started working at the store, cleaning the parking lot and dusting the shelves, I thought he was cute and funny. Then they asked me to train him to help out in the kitchen, and I realized how much I enjoyed being with him. He grills hamburgers while I do the rest of the cooking, so we spend a lot of time together. I—I don’t know—I sort of fell for him.”

  “I can understand that,” Miranda said gently. “I love him too, but his children could turn out the way he did. Are you sure you want to take that risk?”

  “Everyone takes a risk when they have children, and his kids might be perfectly normal.” She gave Kira a pat on the nose. “I’m twenty-seven. I don’t want to wait much longer. There are risks associated with older mothers, too. ”

  Until she’d actually met Tabitha, Miranda hadn’t expected a ticking biological clock to be an issue. “True, and I doubt he would have any problems fathering a child. He’s told me he wants a boy baby and a girl baby. I’m just not sure he’s ready to be a father.”

  Tabitha sighed. “I know he’s a little immature, but so are a lot of guys—and some of them are older than he is.”

  Miranda certainly couldn’t argue with that. “He said you kissed him, but has he ever kissed you? Even when he was little, he never cared much for physical contact. Oh, sure, he’ll give me a hug if I specifically ask him to, but he never initiates it. Can you handle that?”

  “I think so,” she replied. “And if I made it clear it was important to me, I believe he’d make the effort. I’m not sure he has any idea what to do with a woman. I suppose I’d have to teach him.”

  Miranda snorted a laugh. “He might understand how sex is supposed to work, but he’s had no experience whatsoever. Other than telling him it’s best to wait until he’s married, I’ve never even bothered to stress the need for birth control. So far, it hasn’t been an issue.”

  “And you’d rather it wasn’t an issue now.” Her inflection made it a statement rather than a question.

  “To be perfectly honest, I don’t think it’s a good idea. He’s still too young in so many ways. I hate to be the bad guy, but you’d better be damn sure you understand what you’d be signing up for. Sex is only the beginning. I have no idea how well he’d put up with a crying baby. He was around babies when he was in daycare, and he has a lot of fun with his younger cousins when they visit. But he never had a sibling, nor has he ever been responsible for the care of another child.”

  “My sister has a new baby. Maybe we could babysit and see how he does.” She lifted her chin, her expression earnest. “Believe me, I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I’ve done some research. He’s not the classic autistic, is he?”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean he’d make a good husband—or a good father. I don’t know if he has the patience. And, yes, there are plenty of normal men who can’t deal with marriage and fatherhood, but they can make their own decisions. I don’t know if he’s told you—or if he even realizes it—but I’m more than simply his concerned parent. I’m also his legal guardian.”

  Tabitha’s face fell. “No. I didn’t know that.”

  “I manage his money, I sign all of his legal documents, and that car he drives belongs to me. He doesn’t even pay the insurance on it.” Miranda knew she sounded harsh, but these were facts that needed to be considered. “Look, I think it would be wonderful if the two of you could get married and live happily ever after, but this isn’t a fairy tale. I just want to make sure you realize that.”

  Levi came out onto the deck. “Are you all going to stay out there all day?”

  “We’re coming, sweetie. Give us a minute.” She glanced at Tabitha. “See what I mean about him being impatient?”

  “You should have been there the first day he worked at the grill. He got very frustrated, and he was so slow, I’m surprised we have any customers left, but he learned.”

  “Once he’s decided how something is supposed to be done, he’ll do it that way from then on, so be sure you teach him the right way the first time.”

  Tabitha nodded, smiling shyly. “Don’t worry, I will.”

  Chapter 28

  Levi had some questions of his own when Miranda and Tabitha got back to the house. “What were you all talking about?”

  Knowing that his imagination would undoubtedly conjure up something much worse, Miranda told him the simple truth. “You.”

  “Oh, really?” His skeptical tone, crossed arms, and tapping foot were reminiscent of Daffy Duck’s standard response—which wasn’t surprising since he’d learned most of his social interactions from cartoons. Real people had been too inconsistent for him to mimic.

  “Yes, really.”

  His arched brow dropped int
o a frown as his demeanor went from skeptical to accusing. He pointed at the refrigerator. “Mom, there’s peanut butter and cookie dough in the house. You know you can’t eat that.”

  “Yes, I know. Travis is helping me cure my, um, binging problem.”

  “And how is he doing that?” Levi demanded.

  Sometimes it was best not to tell him the truth. “You don’t want to know, Levi. Trust me on this one.”

  Although she’d been strictly forbidden to eat anything of that nature unless it was on his dick, Travis had never said what he would do if she pigged out while he was gone. Nevertheless, the suspicion that she might lose her cocksucking privileges kept her in line. She could think of several activities she could live without, but licking his dick wasn’t one of them.

  To her surprise, Levi let the subject drop. “So do you like Tabitha?”

  He was nothing if not direct. Jade sauntered in and jumped up on the table, nudging his hand. Miranda glanced at Tabitha as she bit back a smile.

  “Probably not as much as you do,” Miranda replied. “But yes, I like her very much.”

  “Good,” he said with a satisfied nod. “Now we can get married.”

  “Today?”

  The swish of Jade’s tail drew Miranda’s attention. The cat’s eyes narrowed as though warning her not to tease him.

  Levi arched a scornful brow. “No, of course not.”

  “Well, then, when?” Miranda countered.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” he replied irritably. “Maybe next week?”

  Tabitha lost it. “No, Levi,” she said between giggles. “Remember, I have to say yes first.”

  Levi hung his head. “Okay. I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer.”

  “I have to think about it some more,” Tabitha said. “I’m still not sure it’s a good idea.”

  “Why not? If we love each other, we should get married.”