by Beck, J. L.
Still, even though she came here to get to know her mother? She could fit all she found out in the last three months on one piece of paper and even then, it would take some skill to fill that much space up. Daisy Plush was the strangest puzzle. She could write three words about her and those originally came from her father: Leather, Fireworks and Daize.
Oh yes, she was outgoing, flashy and quick-witted. However, Maggie hadn’t been able to find out much more than what her dad had told her. That also wasn’t much. An American woman, headstrong and beautiful. Someone I just couldn’t hold onto. Maggie made her way down the stairs. Well, that did describe Daisy though.
She hoped that she could get the real lowdown from Brea. But now that she heard how mad she was about Daisy having another kid? It didn’t look likely.
Maggie sighed. Maybe coming here had been a mistake—a fun, exciting adventure, but a mistake nonetheless.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BREA
Plush Stud Ranch, Victoria Texas
Brea bit at her lip and her anger suddenly evaporated. The news about having a sister was like being knocked down by a feather or something. “Well, I guess it’s good news in a way?”
Daisy gazed straight at her and tears sparkled in her eyes.
“I mean, all of it was more unfair to her than it was for me.” Tears filled Brea’s eyes too. “You raised me the best you could, Mama. I got all the fun and wild stories, and bad cookin’ aside, you were the bestest friend I ever had.” A grin showed on her lips. “I mean, if it wasn’t for you? I wouldn’t have had pizza every day for a year, ya know?”
“Pizza?” Cole asked.
Brea laughed and swiped at a tear as she remembered her mom arranging that date for the prom with the pizza boy from the next town over. “Yeah, Mama had a way with pizza like nothing you ever saw.”
Daisy laughed and swiped at her own tears. “You have always been the better woman, sweet girl. The one I never was.”
“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” Cole spoke quiet like from behind her. “Too sweet for her own good.”
Her mama gazed at him for a long moment. “Well, she sure as hell didn’t get that from me! I’m sweet where it counts, but…” She swiftly reverted to her old brashness and looked directly at him. “She did get my taste for men though, despite being so pure about it.”
Brea rolled her eyes; she was no saint or virgin, but it would take her two lifetimes to catch up with her mama’s score.
Daisy straightened her black corset and sighed. “Well, I’m gonna skedaddle, got some men to—” She gave Brea a huge wink. “…ogle.” Turning away, she made her way to the door.
“Wait, Ma!” Brea called.
Daisy turned around.
“I’m wondering if…well, maybe this isn’t the right—environment for a young girl?”
Daisy tilted her curl crowned head. “Yeah, I’ve had a twinge or two. I try to keep her away from the beef auctions.”
Cole seemed to stand up straighter. “Beef auctions?” He glanced down at Brea. “Why, there isn’t anything wrong with her seeing cattle sales!”
Daisy tilted her head back and her grin widened.
Brea started to giggle again.
Daisy then broke out into huge laughter.
Cole looked between the women. “What?”
Daisy was wiping the tears from her fake lashes. “Well, we ain’t talkin about sirloin on the hoof, cowboy. It’s more like buying your steak in the raw.”
Looking baffled, he tried to defend his statement. “I’ve been to like a hundred of them and I just don’t see—”
“Stop, you’re killin’ me here!” Daisy ordered as she raised her hand. “I’m gonna smear my paint, cowboy!”
Brea was trying to keep her laughter at bay. “Cole, you ain’t been to one of these, trust me.”
“Oh, but Lordy Lord, he would break the bank, sweetie…wouldn’t he? Talk about grade A!” Daisy’s eyes almost glittered with the idea.
Brea rushed forward. “Nope, don’t you even think about it. He’s reserved permanently, Mama!” She nudged her out through the doorway.
Daisy’s laughter rang out through the hall. “But…I know some hussy’s that would spend their life’s savings!”
Brea scoffed and slammed the door shut.
“What in the hell was that all about? Steak and hussies?”
Smiling at her hard-bodied cowboy, Brea shrugged. “Did you happen to see any cows since you’ve been here?”
Cole looked puzzled. “No, but I wasn’t here to look at cows.” He stepped close. “I was here to find me some velvet cake.”
Brea’s eyes widened. “Velvet cake—?”
He nodded and ran his hands along her arms. “Yep, smooth, velvety…” He leaned in close and kissed the skin along her neck. “Tasty…” Grabbing her ass in a tight grip with both hands, he pulled her close. “I get these cravings for cream-filled velvet cake.”
Gasping for air, Brea felt him squeezing her buns. This man made her head spin and one of these days her heart may just beat too hard and burst altogether. But what a way to go!
Cole backed her to the door, then reached around her to turn the lock. “This alpha is gonna feast.” He reached back to her waist and untied the sash to her robe.
The silky robe dropped to the floor and her body shivered with his words as she was already wet just from him touching her at all.
Pulling her forward, he seemed to wince. “I’m hard all over, just by being near you.” He looked down at his now swelling jean buttons.
Brea followed his gaze and sure enough, his jeans were tightly wrapping that hardness. “Oh!”
Cole laughed, but flinched as he shifted his leg.
Brea reached out and popped the top button loose. “Better?”
He shook his head, his smile gone.
She leaned close and unhooked another one. Gazing up at him, she tilted her head in askance.
He again, gave her a silent, serious shake of his head.
Grinning hugely, she pulled the other two away from their slots. Who knew those silver Levi-505 buttons could be so got dammed sexy? She tugged his jeans down a little and out popped what Maggie gasped about. This man was so hung! How in the hell did I get this lucky?
Cole stood proud, despite the fact that his glorious package was out in the open.
Brea sensed that he was waiting for her to lead. Was he? She bit nervously at her lip. Reaching out, she took him in her hand.
Cole’s body tensed up all over while his smooth muscles twitched and rippled here and there.
Oh, wow. Brea knew something now—it wasn’t just her being overwhelmed by this hot man who could’ve had anyone he wanted. She could affect him too! This new theory was gonna be fun to test out. She realized that no guy had ever looked so hot and turned on by her before! She gave him a long, slow stroke, her hand sliding over the silk that was his shaft.
Cole let out a deep groan.
Adrenaline and excitement grew inside of her as she thought of the two times they’d been together like this. He overwhelmed every sense she had, giving her multiple climaxes like she never knew was possible before. Who knew that a body could react like a volcano to someone’s touch like that?
He seemed to bite at his lip, just the way she did when he touched her. Brea knew a mischievous grin just appeared on her face. I’m gonna light this cowboy on fire. He will be coyote crazy before I’m through!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Cowgirl Who Foolishly Played With Matches.
KANDA
Cabin On The Flat River…
Kanda opened her eyes. What happened? She raised her head and gazed down at Wade. Oh, yeah, the fire I lit. He was right. I shoulda stacked the kindlin’ a little less high!
He grinned at her. “It’s about time.”
Blinking rapidly, she rose up. “What?”
He chuckled. “I think you passed out?”
Kanda’s legs felt like jelly and the rest
of her was a little sore. Especially between her legs. She felt like she’d been run over by an 18-wheeler loaded with metal truck parts. “That can’t be true. I’ve never fainted—ever!” She sat up on her knees next to him and the room did a tilta-whirl around her. “Whoa!” She wrapped her arms around her ample bosom. “Talk about a ride at the amusement park! That was better than six flags!”
Wade stared at her like she was speaking Spanish. “So…?”
“What?” she repeated, still reeling from what she’d experienced. People had talked about sex around her before but… Damn! That was like I stuck my finger into an electric…
He looked up at his wrists and back at her. “Are you going to just keep me tied up?”
Visions of his beautiful tool danced in her head. That long hard bod with all his smooth skin beaming up at her. The feeling she felt when they did it and the glory of pure ecstasy was all so tempting. Crap, I even heard singing! Could I really hold him prisoner and ride him as much as I wanted to?
“Kandy!”
Jerking her head up, she knew her cheeks were red. What kind of girl am I? To actually consider keeping this poor man hostage? “Oh!” She rose up and untied one of his wrists.
He flexed his hand. “It was getting numb.”
Kanda sat up and watched him as he untied his other hand. The reality of what she did hit her like a train. I really tied up a man and raped him? A man as big as all hell and half the size of Texas? Suddenly, she felt ashamed for it all. It was like her daddy always said… You ate your supper before you said ‘Grace.’ It was as if she’d gone temporarily insane or something. Hellbent on getting rid of her virginity. “I’m sorry for…”
“For…?” Wade sat up and gazed at her. “For which part?”
“Part?”
“Yeah.” He reached own and untied one of his ankles. “For treating me like a steer to brand?” He tossed the rope aside and untied his other foot. “Or the part where you used my body like it was a mechanical bull?”
Kanda threw her hands up over her mouth. No sense in her believing she’d see this man again, was there? My headstrong ways got me stuck in the mud again! Dropping her hands, she gazed right at him. God, what a man too! She now wanted to know all about him and she wanted more than just the cherry ride. She sure mucked it up and bad this time.
Wade sat silent as he studied her.
“So, you’re really mad?” she asked in the smallest voice she’d ever used.
“Yes.”
“Really…really mad?”
He nodded and rubbed at his wrist. “For a minute there though, I thought I was back home and it was steak and blowjob day!”
Kanda was confused now. Is he mad or is he joking? She took a deep breath and let it out. “But—you enjoyed it too!” She had to try and reason with him. “I mean, I don’t know what steak and—well, whatever that means, but…” She gazed up at him. She needed him to believe she wasn’t some whacko from Waco.
His piercing blue eyes pinned her to where she sat. “Like you said, I’m a man, right?” His Aussie voice held a trace of contempt.
At her previous comment being thrown back at her, Kanda almost winced visibly. “What can I do?” She almost felt tears in her eyes. Why, she ain’t ever cried in her whole life, not since her daddy died anyway, but somehow this man was really important to her now. She felt a desperation to make him understand that she was truly good and sorry about this. Desperation was yet another new foreign thing to her.
“Well…” He looked her bare body over with those electric blue orbs of his. “How’s your ass?”
Kanda’s head snapped up. “What?”
He shook his head with a ghost of a smile on his face. “Your injury?”
Kanda released a breath and chuckled nervously. “It’s all better.”
“Good!” He grabbed her up and swung her over his knees.
“What the—?” She squeaked as her tummy landed on his thighs.
“You are sorry, right?”
Kanda sucked in her breath as his hand massaged her bottom. She was getting wet just by the way his hands were on her. “Yes.”
“Well, I’m gonna help you with your retrospect.”
A stinging slap hit her butt cheek. “Ow!” she yelped. “My what?”
“Where I come from, it means something you regret doing.” He popped her ass again. “That’s for tying my left hand.”
“Oooh!” Kanda struggled, but he was far stronger.
Smack! His hand landed on her other cheek. “That’s for tying my right hand.”
“Ohhh!” she cried out. It stung like a sonofabitch. “You can’t do this to me!”
“The hell I can’t! If you can tie me up? I can certainly do this!” He popped her butt again.
“Ahh!” she yowled.
“It’s like you said before. I’m taking the responsibility for your conscience and making your apology easier for you.” Another slap stung her butt cheeks. “That’s for tying my legs.”
Tears formed in her eyes. They were close before but now she felt them brim her lids. She’d never been spanked in her entire life. No one would have ever dared to even try this. Tears fell down her cheeks. But I do deserve it and worse!
Wade seemed to be through with her little girl spanking but he kept her lying on his lap. He bent lower and kissed each plump cheek. “And that’s for the best god dammed climax I’ve ever had.” He caressed her burning cheeks softly.
Kanda was stunned as she limply lay there and sniffled like a little girl. No one had ever taken her down a peg like this before. No man, woman nor beast. It was one of those times when you felt humbled and small, like a little fluffy chick in the barnyard that can’t do anything because it’s too small to even crow.
Deft-like, he stood, swung her around and picked her up.
Gasping with surprise, she was struck again by this man’s ways. He handles me like I was a feather, light as air. He makes me feel delicate and small. Something I’d never thought I could feel. Wade seemed to do that to her and so much more. Kanda was struck speechless again. This Aussie should get an award for silencing such a bitchy female like me.
“We’re gonna bathe in the river for a while.” He strode boldly to the door.
“But were naked!” she finally spoke up.
“Yep, and we’re liable to stay that way for a while.” He laughed loudly.
The sun hit her eyes when he brought her outside, and Kanda was smiling now. Good Lord, finally a real man. The first of his kind I ever met. I should’ve known he wouldn’t run away like some startled colt.
Playin’ With Fire
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER ONE
An Obedient Steed
“A walking firecracker, cowboy!”
BREA
Plush Stud Ranch, Victoria Texas
Brea stared at this hunk of a man who clenched his fists while his large body shook. All she was doing was stroking him. She’d done that to a few men, but usually it was in the dark or in the backseat of a car somewhere. This here? This was right out in pure daylight and she was loving every hot second of it. She wondered if she should brave more, be more aggressive…something she’d never done before.
Cole gazed across the room and then over at the window.
Puzzled, Brea wondered if she was doing it wrong or if he was bored with her. “Cole?”
He seemed to gulp and he shook his head.
She wondered at his strange behavior and decided now was better than ever to try what she’d been thinking about. She got down on her knees in front of him and stuck her tongue out, swiping the tip of him.
“Ahh.” He moaned and his gaze shot straight down at her.
She grinned up at him. “I wondered what it might take to get you to look at me.” She then placed her mouth over him and slid it all the way over his shaft. Well, not all the way, he was too big for that. Just as far as she could go however.
“Brea!” he whispered. “No.”
Brea never knew how wet this would make her, she never realized what pleasure it could give her. She ignored his order and stroked him forward then back. Inexplicably, her pussy muscles spasmed. Whoa! This was hot!
Cole grabbed her head and his powerful legs were shaking. “You don’t have to—you don’t…” His voice fell away as she stroked him a little faster.
Oh, wow! He was so silky against her tongue. The sensation surprised her. She’d always heard this was like something you did because it was what the guy wanted. Brea now saw that with the right guy it could be a recipe for that cream-filled velvet cake! It was a different way to be filled by him, one she hadn’t considered and now she was going to explore this all the way.
“Brea!” he whispered again, sounding desperate now.
She pulled her mouth away with a gasping of air.” Hot damn, Cole! You are yummy!”
He gave her a nervous grin.
Brea smiled back. “I thought you didn’t like my stroking? So, I figured I would get your attention somehow.”
Cole caressed her hair. “Truth is—I think it would be too much for me to bear.”
“Too much?”
He nodded and released a breath. “I think my lasso is getting’ loose here. A man’s gotta have some self control, ya know?”
Brea shook her head. No, she didn’t know.
He grabbed her up and tugged her close, her breasts meeting with his chest. “I can’t watch you doing that stuff. I might explode!”
Realization finally dawned and Brea gasped. “No way!”
He slowly nodded his head and pressed his lips against hers. “Yes, Brea. You make me want to lose control with that sweet mouth. And those eyes of yours? You doin’ all these wayward things to my body?” He gave a shiver as he spoke. “It’s like you’re building a five-mile high bonfire and—I can’t watch.”
Brea grinned hugely. “You mean…I’m turning you on? It’s really true?”
