by Chloe Lang
She knew calling it a night and not following through with his offer was the smart thing to do. She’d just met him. How nuts would it be to give up her virginity to him? A stranger? Completely nuts. “P–Please. I want it. I need it. Oh God, I’ve waited so long. And you…you’re so—”
His mouth pressed again on her throbbing lips, silencing her. He pulled away and looked straight into her eyes. “I want you to breathe and to tell me anything that isn’t working for you, okay, sweetheart?”
“I will.” Never in her life had she wanted anything or anyone more. Was it his rough cowboy nature? His lusty talk? His honesty? Maybe.
Or maybe she wanted him because he was a stranger, someone she would never see again. All of it, but the latter was likely much of her reasoning for taking the final plunge.
“First, I’m going to stretch your pussy out, Charly.” Drake put a finger inside her channel, spreading out her walls. Another finger joined, and a burning hurt ensued. She feared that she wouldn’t be able to take his huge cock inside her pussy if two fingers could fill her up so much. He kissed her again, and he continued stretching her insides. His thumb drug across her clit from time to time, keeping her body on fire. His fingers moved inside her for what seemed like forever, until her pussy was completely soaked.
She craved to be filled up with him, to know what sex really meant to a woman.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Drake seemed to be vibrating as much as she was.
“Yes. Do it. Please.”
Her body began to tremble as he shifted his hips up, placing the tip of his dick at her slit. Fire shot through every fiber of her body.
“You’re fucking incredible, Charly.”
She loved how he talked about her. “Take me, Drake.”
He kissed her once again and then pierced her virgin flesh with his cock.
“G–God!” she screamed. She closed her eyes to the blinding pain. Her pussy felt completely ripped apart and filled up.
“Breathe, sweetheart. I won’t move a muscle until I know you’re okay.” He sounded so concerned and focused.
Her pussy felt like it had lava flowing through it. She felt Drake’s lips on her neck. He was humming so softly. Her head spun wildly, and she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”
She nodded but kept her eyes closed, chewing on her lower lip. Another round of kisses from the cowboy seemed to work to ease her pain.
How long they stayed that way, she couldn’t say, but she knew it was quite a while. But as time ticked on, Drake never tried to push her, but just let her be, though he never stopped kissing or caressing her.
She’d never felt more safe or adored in her life. As the ache retreated some, something demanding took its place—a new hunger. Filled with need, her legs frantically wrapped around his waist, urging him to take her fully. Her hands shot up around his neck, joining in the coaxing attempt.
“You’re okay, sweetheart?” She sensed Drake was holding back the powerful need inside him to make sure she was ready for the onslaught. His self-control made Charly want him even more.
“Show me everything.”
“My pleasure.” He began thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first…but then his tempo sped up. Faster and faster. Waves of sensations racked her entire body.
“Are you getting close to coming, sweetheart?” Drake asked in a low tone that pulled on her heartstrings.
Her clit throbbed, her pussy burned, and her insides convulsed. She’d never had an orgasm before, but she knew something was happening.
“I think so,” she answered.
Hungrily, he asked, “Does my dick feel good inside your pussy, Charly?”
She scratched his back with her nails, trying to hold on. But this ride had no safety bars, no insurance.
“Y–Yes! Drake, you feel so wonderful inside me.”
Delicious wickedness was all there was, and Charly felt something deep down in her womb begin to expand. A deluge swept through her as her very first climax rose to the surface.
As Drake continued thrusting his cock into her pussy, he leaned close to her and whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Every nerve ending fired, every cell vibrated, and every ensuing second seemed more potent than the last.
“Yes! Oh God! Yes!” Charly screamed when he sent another powerful jab of his cock into her channel. Sensations rolled through every inch of her over and over as the orgasm overwhelmed her body and mind.
Drake kissed her and then growled against her lips, “That’s so good, sweetheart. Feel it. I’m so close, too.”
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the seat. Being restrained by him seemed so right, so perfect. He’d claimed her and taken what he wanted. She wasn’t going to hold anything back from him now.
“Fuck!”
Charly felt his dick jerk inside her, and she knew he was shooting his load. She screamed as another round of shivers took hold of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. Couldn’t. Her mind was reeling with so many emotions and thoughts that she couldn’t find words to tell him how grateful she was for his gift. All the pain from the past six years melted away in a flash.
Drake kissed her again, keeping his dick seated inside her pussy. Her toes curled, and her waterworks continued falling from her eyes.
“How do you feel, Charly?” Drake gazed at her in a way that made her feel more feminine than she’d ever felt in all her life.
“I feel amazing.”
“That makes me really happy.” Drake shook his head. He seemed a bit rattled. “Charly, I never thought I would meet someone so incredible as you.” Then he kissed her once again, causing her thoughts to dance.
Had she touched a deeper chord with Drake than she thought possible? No. People don’t fall for each other so fast. That’s only in the movies.
Her body began to settle back into what she could only describe as a deep hum. Drake began to stroke her hair gently. She loved the feel of his body on top of her.
Though Nevada would soon be relegated to her past, this moment on the side of the road in the cab of his truck would forever be sealed in her memories to be relived again and again. If she lived to be a hundred, she’d never forget the tall, muscled cowboy. My first time was with Drake Strong.
* * * *
The man behind the counter pushed a large manila envelope with a clipboard and pen over to the prisoner. “Sign for your stuff, and you’re off.”
Without opening the package to make sure all his belongings were there—like I can really remember what you motherfuckers took from me the night you locked me up—he scrawled his name on the form and pushed the paperwork back to the guard.
The dodgy bastard nodded. “Someone picking you up?”
“No.”
The guard handed him a blue ticket. “This lets you ride the city bus anywhere in town for the rest of the day.”
“Thanks.” Wearing his old clothes felt good.
“Don’t fuck up and get your ass sent back here, son.” The prison guard held out his hand.
Though it sickened him to shake the bugger’s hand, it was the last step before he was free of this hell. So he wrapped his fingers around the guy’s hand and squeezed a little more than necessary to make a subtle point. Then he released it.
“I won’t fuck up.”
“Good,” the fucker said, rubbing his hand.
Chapter Three
“My mom put you up in the Princess Diana Suite.” Drake pulled over to the front of The Hotel Cactus. He turned the motor off and looked at Charly. The beautiful woman who had given him the gift of her innocence impacted him on a very deep level. Drake needed to possess her, not for just one night, but for forever. “She bought the place about ten years ago.”
“Looks nice, but Jessie said I’d be staying with her.” She had a look of panic in her eyes.
Drake wondered why. Hoping to ease her worry, he said, “That w
as the plan, but this Wilde wedding has gotten completely out of kilter. Mom offered to give you a room on the house until things settle down.” Drake put his arm around her shoulders. God, he loved the feel of her. “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to see much of the bride to be. Since this is the biggest social event this year, every woman in town has to get a piece of her. She’s been the guest of honor of more hen parties than you can imagine.”
“I hate that.” She blinked her sea-blue eyes, and he felt her spell wrap around his heart. “I was hoping to have some time alone with Jessica.”
“Well, the rehearsal is tomorrow night followed by a dinner. Maybe she’ll have time in the morning.” Drake pulled out his cell and sent a text to his mother. “My mom will know.”
Charly pursed her lips. “I could just call Jessie myself.” In a split second, the self-sufficient, sexy woman dialed her cousin and had her on the phone. “It’s me, Charly. Yes. Thank you. Someone sent Drake to get me. Yes, he is.”
Drake wished he could’ve heard the question that “yes, he is” answered. Still sitting in the cab, he pulled her in closer and inhaled her intoxicating scent. A text came in from his mother with a list of times available for the bride and with more wedding tasks she wanted him to do for tomorrow. He quickly responded that he’d be too busy. With Charly’s car in the shop in Elko, she’d need a chauffeur, and he’d gladly fill that role.
Charly grinned. “I know you’re buried with wedding details, Jessica, but could you meet me for breakfast somewhere tomorrow? Norma’s?” She looked at him and raised her eyebrows.
He pointed to the cafe across the street from The Hotel Cactus.
“Drake just pointed it out for me. Eight o’clock? Perfect. No, I haven’t seen the room. I’m sure it will be wonderful. We’re sitting in his truck. Sure. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. Night.” Charly clicked off her phone and turned to him. “Well, it’s all set. I want to thank you for all you’ve done, Drake.” Her cheeks turned bright red. “I mean, thank you for helping me with my car.”
He leaned in and put his hand at the back of her soft neck. “Thank you, Charly Wynn.” Then he kissed her sweet lips. She moaned into his mouth, and his dick hardened once again. He ended the kiss. Keeping their lips just a millimeter apart, he said, “Let’s go up to your room.”
Her eyes widened. She looked like a skittish pony. “Drake, I really am exhausted. Would you mind if I took a rain check on that offer?”
“Yes.” He stroked her hair and watched her eyes flutter. “I would mind.”
She shook her head, and he felt her body tense. “Please. I need some rest and time alone. The next couple of days are about Jessie. I want to focus on her.”
Drake sighed. He sensed the little invisible wall Charly had pulled up. Whoever the asshole was that hurt her so deeply, Drake would be sure to hunt him down and pound the fucker’s head in the ground. “Okay. But I am walking you to your door.” He felt her body relax.
“I would like that. A cowboy escort isn’t something a girl gets every day.” She smiled broadly.
Looking into her eyes, Drake knew that his entire future had just begun. Whatever it took to keep Charly smiling, he would do.
* * * *
Charly’s whole body was still spinning from the impact of having her first sexual experience with Drake Strong. She and Drake walked to the reception counter. The man behind the counter was the same height as Drake and also quite good looking. His attire had the cowboy flare that apparently most in Wilde wore.
“Kyle, this is Jessie’s cousin, Charlene Wynn.” Drake put his arm around her, and her knees turned to melted butter.
“Excuse me, Mr. Strong.” She wiggled free from his hold. “I have been capable of taking care of myself for my entire adult life. Thank you.”
“Fiery, just like your cousin.” Kyle laughed. “If the women in the Northeast are like you two, I am booking a flight to every major city up there first thing in the morning.”
“Do that. This one is off limits.” Drake’s tone was low and had a hint of danger in it.
She was about to protest when the guy held up his left hand with a large gold key.
“Just an observation, Drake. That’s all.” Kyle turned to her. He was a stunner, too.
Charly wondered if all the men in Wilde were this good looking. If so, Jessie’s quick fall for five of them kind of made sense. “Nobody has dibs on me, gentlemen.”
Kyle nodded and put the key on the counter. He pushed it slowly over to her. “Princess Diana. It’s up the stairs and—”
Drake grabbed the key. “I know where it is. Thanks.” He hoisted her roller bag up off the floor and guided her to the stairs. “Let’s get you settled in.”
Charly felt the heat hit her cheeks as she saw Kyle grin. “Have a nice night, Ms. Wynn.”
Drake barked, “Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, mister, or I’ll report you to your supervisor or worse.”
Kyle sent her a mock salute and then smiled even more broadly.
Rather than snap another snarky remark back at him, Charly just shot Kyle her most disapproving frown.
“Let’s go, Miss Wynn.” Drake led her to the hotel’s staircase. The railing was made of dark oak and was beautiful.
Charly felt so nervous. How would she get Drake to leave? As she passed the amazing oil paintings of landscapes and wildlife that decorated the walls, a plan formed. He’d made it crystal clear to her that he wanted to spend the night. If he tried to kiss her good night, she would turn her head and offer him her cheek. Safer that way. If he made it to her lips, she would not be responsible for what might happen next. She’d already proven that fact.
Drake wasn’t part of Charly’s plan, but God help her, she wanted him in the worst way.
This is only chemistry. A man. A woman. Sex.
She vowed to protect her heart, knowing Wilde and this cowboy would soon be relegated to her past.
When they came to the wooden door with a framed picture of the beautiful Diana hanging from it, Drake sat her roller bag down. He put the key in the lock and opened the door.
“Welcome to your palace, princess.” He motioned her inside.
Charly took a couple of steps into the room, grabbing the handle of her case and pulling it with her. Then she turned back to the man who’d made love to her this night. Her first. God, he was so gorgeous. Surely, one kiss wouldn’t hurt. I need to be logical. “Thank you.”
Drake took in a deep breath, shook his head, then smiled. “How about a good-night kiss, princess?”
“Seriously, Drake, I’d like to be alone tonight.”
“I know. Tonight, you get your wish.” He leaned in and kissed her before she could offer her cheek.
His lips devastated her completely. Everything inside her turned to jelly. Desire welled up like a geyser. She wanted him to stay. Screw the consequences.
One night. She was here. He was here. What harm could it cause? On every level, she knew more time with him would make her leaving that much harder.
When he released her mouth, she blinked. Use your head! “Would you—”
He put his index finger up to her lips. She had the oddest urge to suck on it but didn’t.
“Good night, Charly.” He removed his finger and stepped back. Charly took a long look at him. “Tomorrow, I get my wish.”
* * * *
Charly took another bite of the amazing pancakes. “My God, these are unbelievable.”
“They’re addictive.” Her cousin, Jessie, poured more syrup on her own fluffy yellow discs.
“King Cakes? That story about Elvis visiting this town can’t be true, Jessica.”
“They swear it is.”
Charly and her cousin sat alone in a booth at Norma’s Cafe, Wilde’s main eatery, having breakfast. And what a breakfast it was—giant pancakes, crispy bacon, orange juice, and coffee. Delicious.
She had little time to turn Jessica around. Heck, the rehearsal was tonight. “I thought
you and Michael were in love.”
“I love him, yes. In fact, you’re my maid of honor, but Michael is what I’m calling the bride’s best man. Charly, he’s gay.”
“You’re kidding.” She would’ve never guessed it.
“No. I should’ve called you when he told me, but…well, you and I haven’t been in touch for quite some time.”
“I know. I’m sorry about that, Jessie.”
“There’s no one to blame. Life got in the way. My job. Your master’s. That’s normal.”
But Charly knew better. She’d become so intimidated by Jessie’s wealth and happiness that she finally did pull away from her cousin. When they were kids, it had all been easy to overlook, but as they grew older, Jessie’s trust fund and easy life was like the ever-present three-ton elephant in the room. Obviously, her cousin’s life hadn’t been as rosy as Charly had thought.
She reached across the table and grabbed Jessie’s hand. “I’m not going to let us drift apart again. I promise.”
“Me either.” Jessie smiled. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my guys.” Her cousin looked at the time on her cell. “Jackson and Phoenix will be here any minute. Drake should be back to pick you up pretty soon, too.”
Drake had left to get gas for his truck, allowing Charly alone time with Jessie. He’d shown up at 7:00 a.m., informing Charly that he would chauffeur her around town. That had both thrilled and worried her. She couldn’t have asked for a better lover to take her virginity. The intimacy they’d shared in his truck lingered around her every thought. Even her heart seemed to be tied up by images of him kissing her.
“You’re drifting again.” Jessie smiled. “What’s on your mind?”
Best to get the facts first. “Tell me all about your soon-to-be husbands.”
“Well, the first brother that swept me off my feet was Jackson. He’s a jokester, through and through. You’d never know that he actually has his law degree. Phoenix is…” Jessie went on to describe all her men, the Wilde brothers.
