by Beck, J. L.
Kanda felt him touch her deep and he swelled up inside her pussy. The air left her lungs as her body grew rigid with a burn that made her dizzy. Then, she remembered the words to a song she thought was stupid when she heard it. Toby Keith sang it. I even think I saw a flash of light… It was like the most glorious torture, as she wanted—needed—something she couldn’t define. “Unh.” She bit her own lip now. “Please…?”
Wade was panting with her, but his smile grew as he watched her writhe in ecstasy.
Feeling the throbbing pulse inside her body, it seemed to match the rhythm of her waves of ecstasy. It felt like electricity. “What—wha…?” Her body seemed to spasm on its own as it grew taut and she closed her eyes. A flood of heat and tightening ran along every muscle as she peaked over a sensuous crest she never knew she could even climb. Her pussy seemed to grab him and the squeezing was so delicious. “Ahhh!” she practically yelled as she climaxed.
Wade’s body tightened. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.
Gulping for air, she squirmed with the sweetest pleasure she’d ever felt and looked into his blazing blue eyes.
His face was sweaty as he gazed back and then his eyes slid slowly and heatedly over her lush body as he watched her orgasm.
Her body seemed to have a will of its own as the undulating through her tummy increased and her torso was stretching out. Kanda gasped for air as she felt heat filling her. This ain’t like no bronc riding I ever heard of!
Wade groaned as his body tightened too.
She knew by the way he shuddered that he was peaking too. Mesmerized, she gazed into his electric blue eyes while their bodies came together and lights danced before her eyes.
What started out as a no nonsense idea to rid herself of her unwanted virginity became an adrenaline pounding, sexy rush ride on the freakin’ Six Flags Matterhorn of…‘Fuck yeah’! Nothing had ever prepared her for this—nothing on God’s green earth. It was better and more than what she’d heard about. She was gonna want more of this!
Kanda, sturdy ranch-woman and badass cowgirl, never felt more vulnerable, powerful or more…beautiful.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BREA
Half the Size of Texas
Plush Stud Ranch, Victoria Texas
Brea heard a knocking on wood and her eyes fluttered open.
“Hello?” a voice called from the other side of the bedroom door.
Turning her head, she saw Cole asleep next to her. Oh, wow. To wake up next to her cowboy was like a dream.
The door opened and a trolley was being pushed into the room. “Breakfast!” Maggie called as she wheeled the tray in.
Brea hopped up and grabbed her silk robe. Tying the sash, she gazed up to see the young girl she met in a closet the day before yesterday. The Peep Show as she now called the experience.
Maggie was whistling a tune as she pushed the trolley in. She pulled it to a stop, then halted. Her tune died on her pursed lips. Looking stunned, she stared at the bed.
Brea automatically knew what she was staring at as she glanced down and over at the bed.
Cole was naked under the sheet and it was wrapped around his lower body. His smooth, wide chest was exposed and his hard abs looked like hammered rivets along his stomach.
A sleeping god. A cowboy dream, with lips so yummy… For a few seconds, Brea herself was caught in awestruck gawking.
His smooth skin was so delicious to look at as his long, tan, skinned frame was stretched out along the mattress in all its glory.
Brea even had to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her lip.
“Holy hot bee’s wax!” Maggie gasped out.
Brea’s gaze shot up and over to the young stunned looking girl. “Um—?”
Maggie left the cart and tiptoed over to the bed. Her avid expression didn’t change as she stepped closer. “He’s like—like some kind of…”
Brea felt a grin break out on her face. “Yes, he is like some kind of…” Her eyes swung down to Cole again.
Maggie still looked as if she was standing on the tracks while mesmerized by the train lights. “Where did you find him?” Her voice was low with wonder.
Brea shook her head and thought about what it took to even be here with Cole. “You don’t just up and find this kind of man, Maggie.” Her eyes drifted back to see Cole open his eyes. “You have to go after this kind.”
Maggie stood very still while she stared. “Just tell me where to look and I’ll be right there!”
Cole looked up at Brea and then his eyes swung over to Maggie.
“Well…” Brea smile hugely. “As a matter of fact? There is one who looks exactly like this one.”
“No way!” The girl gasped.
“Yep. But he isn’t anything like this one. He just looks like him.”
Cole cleared his throat and attempted to pull the sheet up. Unfortunately, it was pinned under him. He gave up and tried to look unconcerned.
Brea let out a giggle.
Maggie’s giggling joined hers.
He looked back and forth between them. “What the hell’s so funny?”
Both girls quieted but their grins remained.
Cole stood up and the sheet slipped. A few seconds ticked by, before he realized he was ‘all out’.
Maggie stumbled back. “Lord all mighty!”
Cole gazed down, then grabbed the silken linen to cover himself.
Brea bit at her lip.
“You’re—I mean—wow!” Maggie almost shouted.
Brea couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore and she burst forth with a wicked guffaw.
Cole harrumphed and tightened his hold on the sheet. “Now, you listen here. I ain’t no stripper or a manwhore, ya got it?”
Maggie’s face looked flushed. “Then, you aren’t one of Mama’s new studs?”
Brea covered her mouth with her hands to stop the unwanted mirth from escaping her lips.
“A mama stud?” Cole looked affronted and outraged. “Whatever the hell that might be—I certainly am not!”
Maggie backed away till her plump behind bumped into the cart.
“Well, he would sure make me a pretty penny or two.”
They all gazed over to the door where the statement had come from.
Mama Daisy stood in the doorway, decked out in leopard skin leotards and a matching black lace corset. “You can get along now, Mags. I’ll take care of…” She paused as she took a good look at Cole, wearing the sheet. “…The guests.” Her eyes twinkled with appreciation.
Maggie was still staring at Cole’s magnificence as she nodded and backed all the way to the door.
“I meant today, young lady. So, stop that gawking and get going!”
Maggie stood for a few seconds more. “But Mama, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”
Daisy Plush clicked her tongue, stomped her spiked heeled boots and pointed to the door.
Maggie sighed and back-walked slowly out while still facing the room as her dumb grin continued to grow.
Without further ado, Daisy shut the door on her pinkened awestruck face. “You sure know how to ’cause a stir, Cowboy.” Her gaze swung over to the sheet-wearing Cole.
Brea nervously peeked over at him while knowing he was probably gonna blow his top soon.
“I thought this room was private. It’s you and that—that girl causing all the—”
Daisy placed her hands on her ample hips. “Ooh! He’s just gonna tell me off while wearing nothing but a silk sheet?” She chuckled. “Hot damn, Brea, you’ve got an alpha male here for sure.”
Cole looked baffled. “An alpha—?”
Brea took the look on his face to mean that this was gonna get out of hand real quick like. She stepped in front of him. “Mama!”
Daisy was still chuckling. “It’s okay, baby doll. No harm, no foul. I do have to agree with Mags though; your cowboy is finer than cream gravy on buttered biscuits.” She gave Brea a wink. “I just wanted to check in on ya and see if…”
Her voice kind of faded away as she seemed to be trying to look past Brea.
Noticing her mother’s avid expression, Brea flipped around.
Cole was busy putting on his jeans, his firm buns bare for all to see.
Gasping, Brea stepped over to block her mom’s view. “This ain’t no peep show, Mama!” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve got a truckload of men to ogle here and you don’t need to be eye-raping my man!”
Daisy looked a little shocked, though her wicked smile showed that she was faking the supposed trauma. “Eye-rapin’?”
“Yep! You heard what I said. Don’t you got no sensibilities?’
“Me?” Daisy burst out laughing. “Hell no! I got rid of that nasty habit when I was thirteen and you know it.”
Cole stepped closer to Brea. “Does everybody call you Mama?”
Daisy Plush stopped laughing and stared at him. “Nope.”
He shook his head and reached around Brea to grab his shirt. “That little fluff bunny you kicked out of here called you that.”
Brea was puzzled by his changing the subject now that she was good and mad at her mama for embarrassing the crap out of her.
Daisy released a huge sigh as her expression became stern. “Only my kids call me Mama.”
“Kids?” Brea gasped and swung her gaze over to her mom.
“I always meant to tell ya. Maggie is your sister.”
Brea took a step back and covered her mouth with her hands.
Cole grabbed her arms and pulled her close. “Just take it easy now. It’ll be okay.”
Daisy Plush had said and done some truly outrageous things in all the years Brea was growing up, but this was the most astonishing…the worst…unbelievable stunt to date. Brea clenched her fists and felt Cole’s warm breath on her cheek as he held her from behind.
“Now, doll, just listen, okay?”
“Don’t call me doll!” Brea huffed at her mom. “How can this even be true?”
“It is. I just never thought I’d see her again, so I figured…why tell ya?”
Brea was floored by this secret. “When—how?”
Daisy sighed. “You remember that photo on my dresser?”
Brea nodded.
“Well, years ago when I was on that trip… Remember, I was gone for three months? That’s where I met him.”
Brea sort of remembered; it was one summer when she was about 6 years old.
“Well, that’s when it happened. I tried to resist that man, but he went through my defenses like perfume through a prom.”
Cole chuckled a little under his breath.
Still huffing with anger, Brea listened impatiently.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.” Daisy shrugged. “That’s always the way, ain’t it? I swear though, when I was with him, I’d never been that happy. I ain’t been either—before or since. Like I was on cloud nine. Then, when the baby happened? It was like I dropped my harp, plumb through the cloud.”
Stunned, Brea dropped her arms from her chest as her anger turned to astonishment. My mama in love? Impossible. Men had loved her, but she always ran away when it got too heavy. Just like with Brea’s dad.
“Well, I went on vacation again the following year, if you’ll remember. That’s when I had her.”
Brea released a breath. “So, all these years I had a sister and you never thought to even tell me?”
Daisy looked uneasy and reached up nervously to touch her blonde curls. “I knew I couldn’t raise her. Hell, I barely did right by you. I was wild as a weed and about as loose as ashes in a wind.” Her smile showed again. “No sensibilities, ya know? Well, I told him I was probably gonna put her up for adoption. Well, he didn’t like that none, and so we agreed he would raise her.”
Brea shook her head.
“Then, well… One day a few months back? Mags just shows up in my life, looking as excited as a twister in a trailer park, ya know? Telling me she wanted her mom. I just couldn’t turn her away.” Daisy looked sad for the first time in a long time. “I done turned her away once already.”
Brea felt all discombobulated. Despite her hiding the truth for all of this time, she suddenly felt kind of sorry for her mama and she sure never thought that would ever happen.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MAGGIE
Mind Your Manners….
Maggie stood close to the door in the hall, her ear like a suction cup to the wood. Her eyes rounded when Daisy finally told Brea.
“You bad girl!” whispered a voice from behind her.
Flipping around, she saw someone tall in front of her.
Wearing an expression full of mirth, Fernando stared down at her. “Tisk, tisk.” He shook his finger back and forth in her face.
Maggie released a relieved breath. She knew he wouldn’t tell on her. He worked for her mom too, doing lots of things and when he felt like it, he would take the stage. He was like a big brother to her, though her feelings were hurt sometimes when he never made a pass at her like he did all the women who came here.
“You should have better mannerisings,” he admonished in a thick Latin accent.
Maggie gave him her brightest smile. “It’s manners… Nando, and it’s about me, so I have a right to hear it.”
“What are you two doing?”
Gasping, they both flipped around to see Mr. Morty, Mama Daisy’s tailor and dress designer, standing there with his hands studiously behind his back.
Maggie gulped. This little man with his loud voice and demanding tone reminded her of the iguanas that lived in the bush that her dad was always talking about. Mr. Morty was like a cross of that and a leprechaun, maybe? She always waited for him to slither a long tongue out, lick her, then dance an Irish jig. She tried to suppress her giggle.
He folded his arms across his tuxedo-clad chest. “You two better explain.”
Fernando shook his head. “Come on, Morty! Who you think you be, Chief?”
Maggie took Fernando’s hand. “We weren’t doing anything. Nando was just telling me I was needed in the kitchen.” She tugged the frowning Latin hunk down the hallway.
“Asta, Horty-torty, Mister Morty!” he called back at the little man, who scowled as he watched them head toward the stairs.
Maggie giggled. “You shouldn’t antagonize him, Nando.”
“I don’t savvy what that means, but I would like to squish him like a chinche!” Fernando scoffed, then tilted his head at her. “Antagon…?”
Maggie laughed. “Never mind. You’re too good at it to stop. And chinche is a bug, right?” That was another thing she had a problem with. Half the time around here, no one knew what she was saying and vice versa.
She was raised in America, but it sure didn’t feel like it. Bostonians were very different from Texans. Her high school was a private one and they taught her on a higher level than regular schools. Then again, Texas had all kinds of words she didn’t understand.
She’d even compiled a list of things that she didn’t get—the Nonsense List of sayings that were true Texan. One of these days, she was going show it to one of them and ask what the heck most of it meant. Like calling someone sugah. Or one that really baffled her was stomping a mudhole into someone. She’d heard that in the kitchen the other day when the cook was threatening a delivery man.
She often wondered why southern women, at least the ones she’d met as clients here, talked about beauty parlors, the mall and church as all being equal as holy places or something.
One said to another the other day, that there were three religions in Texas: Baptist, Methodist and football. Maggie didn’t get how that could even be true.
Maggie remembered one night how a guest said she had to get home because ‘there ain’t nothin’ open after 12 a.m. but the hospital and legs’.
She shook her head when she heard it. What the hell did that even mean?
“Later, chica.” Nando waved at her and headed down the other hallway.
Smiling at the hot-bodi
ed stud who acted like her protector, she waved back.
When he left, she felt a little twinge of shame and her smile disappeared. It was bad the way she acted over Brea’s boyfriend. How could she befriend her sister if she acted like a hussy over Brea’s man, as her mom would put it?
Her thoughts changed pace with the memory still fresh in her mind of Brea’s cowboy. I can apply to him the best saying from here and one that I now understood after seeing him in the raw… Hotter than a stolen Tamale! I never knew a man could look like that. Even with all of Mama Daisy’s studs coming and going, she’d never thought most of them were anything special.
The fact that Brea said there was someone out there just like him? Oh, wow. I wonder… She shook her head. Fat chance I’d ever get to meet him! Big sister wasn’t gonna have anything to do with me now.
A group of men were going up the stairs and she stopped to lean back onto the banister to let them by. They smelled of cologne and sex. Maggie did giggle then. They were sex toys and they seemed to enjoy it. Some of them were even college boys or from rich families. They chose to do this for a living to have women fawn and faint over them.
The funniest time was when the women arrived and attended the ‘steak auctions.’ The terms those women used for some of the guys who worked for Daisy? Maggie had even taken to quickly jotting them down whenever she heard a good one.
At the last auction, there’d been some doozies. Hot as a Billy goat in a pepper patch. Or, hot as the hinges of hell. The one she didn’t really get was, Hotter than a fur coat in Marfa? Maggie supposed that as hot as Texas was, Marfa must be the worst?
Working at a Stud ranch was exciting for Maggie too, even if mama didn’t let her in on most of it. She had to sneak around and finally found ways to see the auctions and even some of the strip shows.
If mama ever caught her? The one expression she did understand would definitely come to pass. Mama Daisy would lock her up faster than a knife fight in a phone booth! Her grin spread. Yeah, some of the sayings were truly funny. Maybe I’m beginning to learn Texan! Or should I say, I dun learnt Texan speak?
