by Beck, J. L.
“Did you see anything you liked?” He seemed to grind the words out.
Brea stepped close to him. “I looked and I saw a bunch of…” she hesitated. “Man meat.”
A muscle in his jaw flinched as she spoke.
“Then? I got sad.”
Cole suddenly looked curious. “Sad?”
Nodding her head, she took another step toward him, her breasts meeting with his hard chest. “I wanted only one man…” A smile tugged at her lips. “Only one meat.”
Cole looked surprised as he gazed down at her face.
“I left here and went to my room, where I cried my heart out.”
Cole grabbed her arms and his jaw looked even more tight and clenched. “Just the thought of you—maybe wanting someone else…”
Brea shook her head. “There isn’t anyone else but you—sweet cowboy.”
He still looked angry as he backed her to a wall.
Brea was a little panicked as it seemed like she wasn’t getting through to him. What if he leaves? What if—?
He unsnapped her jeans and lifted her from the floor tugging them and her underwear away with one swift maneuver.
Gasping at the unexpected disrobing, Brea didn’t know what was happening.
Cole unsnapped his jeans and tugged them down a little.
Brea’s stunned gaze dropped to his hard erection. “Lord Almighty!” she burst out with the same expletive the hussy had used a few minutes before. She was never gonna get used to this, but she sure wanted to try!
For the first time since they entered the so-called closet, Cole smiled as he pressed her back against the wall, though his eyes still glittered with a steely glint. “I’m just aiming to make sure you get only this man…meat.” He lifted her hips and spread her thighs wide.
Gulping, Brea was speechless and her body shook all over. She’d never had a ‘wall screw’, nor had she ever been done against a wall like this in her entire dating experience. She always figured that the guy thought she might be too heavy for such a thing.
He steeped in closer lifted her hips a little higher and without any warning, he shoved deeply into her.
Gasping for breath, their bodies were crushed together in a sweet meshing of hard against soft. Brea thought she might scream with surprise and pleasure. Good grief, he can do this in all sorts of ways! She never realized how many ways before now.
He grasped her plush cheeks for more control and plunged deeply again. “Anytime you get the cravin’, Miss Plush? I have all that you…” He slammed her hard once more. “…need.”
Brea felt his cock go deep and her body was a shivering mess. “Unh—oh!” She fought for a breath. It was so intense, the hard look in his eyes and his hot breath on her lips, while she was soaking wet and he was sliding rapidly in and out. A climax immediately spread through her body. Helpless, she jerked with it and couldn’t catch her breath.
Cole raised her higher and kissed her hard.
Brea was stunned. She’d never seen this Cole before. Possessive and fierce. Oh Lordy! She was gonna have to find ways to make him like this again! Her body capitulated as she moaned into his mouth. Grasping his shoulders and taking in all of her ‘man meat’, she reveled in all of it.
CHAPTER THIERTEEN
Dropping the harp…
TIME TO BE PICKIN’ THEM DAISIES
DAISY
Plush Stud Ranch, Victoria Texas…
Daisy’s Romper Room
Rand had caught up with her. Her mama always said he would…
And…here he was, standing in her room! All the way from the land down under, across the world… A world, Daisy thought she’d put between them. Just his presence made her tremble like a scrawny bush in hell fire’s wind.
Instead of leaving, he turned around to face her. He clasped his hands together and gazed around at the room. It looked as if he clamped his large hands to keep from reaching for her. His gaze stopped at a certain point in the room.
Oh…crap on a cracker! He sees it! Daisy panicked.
“You still have that picture?”
She gulped and didn’t answer.
“Daisy?”
She released a huge breath. “Yes—I kept it. You were the only man who ever had a place on my mantle, okay? Happy now?”
“I haven’t really been happy since the day you left.”
Daisy drew in her breath.
His gaze turned to her. “My kids have made me happy. They’re both something to be proud of. My work has even seemed to fill some holes. I’ve had a fling or two. Being a man, I always have the need. Then, over the years, there’ve been a few women who wanted to give me all that you wouldn’t.”
Daisy stared at him now. “I couldn’t give—not wouldn’t.”
They both stood still…it was as if they were both remembering—time seemed to slip away. Daisy remembered when she first saw him that day, many years ago and goose bumps rose on her arms… Leather chaps, powerful legs and a body women in America would have paid dearly to see without all that leather. Hell, women anywhere in the world would have dropped to their knees just to get him to notice them.
Yeah, Leather, Fireworks and Daize….
“So…what will it be?” Rand asked.
~~****~~
Summer, 1996
Queensland, Australia, the Gold Coast
“So, what’ll it be?” the bartender asked, his accent thick.
Daisy sat on a stool at the Electric Horseman bar on the gold coast of Australia. She’d traveled by airplane here alone, which hadn’t bothered her at all. Her Aunt Teeny paid for the entire thing, so Daisy could ‘sow some wild oats’ she’d said.
Well, poor Aunty Teeny never knew about Daisy and her wild sowing. She’d already sown, plowed and replanted her wild oats. She snickered a little whenever she thought about it.
Wild is right, she thought, gazing around with a small rush of excitement. Everyone was here for the Aussie Rodeo. She glanced up at the bartender as if she just heard what he said. “Um…do you know what Sex on the Beach is?”
The man halted his wiping of the bar top as his mouth popped open.
“Well, if he doesn’t, I sure the hell would like to try it,” a deep voice answered from behind her.
Daisy swung her barstool around, a pithy but painful zing of a retort on her lips, ready to keep the lowlife shit eatin’ barflies from hitting on her.
What stood in front of her wasn’t at all what she expected. No, no barfly or any kind of insect. A man—but not just any kind of a man. Tall in build, so tall even as she sat on a stool, she still had to peer up a bit to see his face and when she did, her gaze met with blue eyes that bettered any sky she’d ever seen. Her words and mouth instantly and completely dried up.
Then he had the audacity to smile at her.
His smile could only be described as dazzling sunshine in a Blue Norther, and it made her heart pound like bulls stomping the ground in a stampede.
Tilting his dusky head at her, he chuckled a bit. “Sorry, sheila, I just couldn’t resist.”
Daisy finally found her voice and she hoped it didn’t squeak like a pathetic church mouse caught raidn’ the cheese traps. “My name ain’t Sheila, so I guess ya got the wrong beach.” Her words sounded braver than she felt, but she forced herself to turn her damn barstool around—hard as it was to avoid gawking at such a display of hot Australian beef. Yeah, men who looked like walking gods from a place where they controlled all the life around them? Nah, that kind of man wasn’t meant for her. She liked ’em good-lookin’ but they needed to be more pliable…more eager to be controlled.
Her stool spun all the way back around. Gasping as it halted, Daisy now felt like a spider trapped in a sensuous compelling web as she stared into a cerulean blue gaze.
His eyes met hers and amusement twinkled there as his big hands held the barstool. “Yeah. I get it. It looks like I’m hittin’ on you. I promise I’m not an ocker.”
Daisy blinked her eyes at him, like a
slow simpleton. She could listen to his voice and stare into his baby blues all day and twice on Sunday. Just exist off breathing in the scent, or maybe it was a flavor of whatever the hell delicious aroma this man exuded—simply ogle him from head to gorgeous toe, like a dime store window mannequin. Her panties were getting wetter with every word he spoke. Her nipples hardened by simply staring down at his big, rope callused hands and long strong fingers.
Then realization dawned on her, and she almost tisked aloud. It goddamn figures, she would have the hots for a cowboy. Come all the way from Texas, USA, to another land across the wide world, and immediately get the panty sweats and booby bothers over an Aussie cowboy!
His voice caught her again from wandering her helpless eyes over that sexy sizzling bod of his for the umpteenth time. Even if she didn’t understand half of what the big Aussie said. Hell, he could speak Swafuckinghili and she wouldn’t care a whit.
“So, whaddya you say?” he asked.
Again, she batted her eyes to clear the fog of this sexy man from her usually steady brain. “To what? Sex on the beach?” She almost winced visibly when the dumbass words tumbled out of her big, fat mouth.
The hot Aussie halted as his eyes widened.
Daisy gulped heavily. I’m dumb, dumb…dumb as a bag of doornails.
He threw his head back and laughed with exuberance. He slapped his knee and just laughed.
Daisy almost jumped from the stool as the sound caught her totally off guard. Boy howdy, does this walking cowboy god have a sexy infectious laugh. She rolled her eyes at herself. Daisy the comedian, yep, that’s me. She let out a sigh.
In the meantime, the beefy male standing in front of her tried to catch his breath and swiped at tears of laughter. He then ceased with his guffaws and grabbed her hand. “Come on and I’ll show ya the beach.” He tugged her along the bar floor and out the door.
~~****~~
Daisy’s daydreaming about the day they met came to a sudden halt, as Rand pulled her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers.
“I’m not here to ask. I’m telling. I’m staying here at your…” he paused, “ranch, because you and I have a lot of unfinished business.”
With his warm breath on her lips, and his announcement, Daisy felt like a sonic boom just reverberated through her body. He’s still hotter than red-eye gravy. Do men get smoother and sexier as they get older? I know this one did.
Then, a first happened. She had nothing to say…Daisy Plush had nothing at all to say.
Rand smiled to her lips.
Ahh shit, I’m in a hailstorm of trouble this time.
He lowered his fingers to her breasts and pinched both her nipples through her blouse.
Her knees almost gave way.
Then, his mouth came down to her neck and he kissed her tender skin there. He kept playing with her nipples and kissing her skin with that blazing mouth of his.
Daisy couldn’t breathe; she knew this man could take anything he wanted from her. He always could, but now she knew for sure—he always would.
This is why she ran from him 20 years ago. No man before or after him ever overwhelmed, over powered and over stimulated her like Rand Monroe. Her breath hitched as her leotards were now surely wet from her body reacting to him and his touch.
Abrupt like, he turned her around and nudged her along until they stood in front of her dresser. He reached around and lowered her blouse. Her large boobs were pushed up by the corset she was wearing. Rand watched her face in the mirror.
Oh, Lord Almighty, he is gonna be the sexual death of me.
Rand grabbed both her boobs in his large hands and thumbed her nipples.
Her face grew hot as she witnessed her nipples instantly harden like rose colored diamonds.
His expression remained aloof as he slid his hand down and past her leotard’s waistband. Slipping his long fingers into her panties, he found her clit button ready and swollen, no finger probing around, no hesitant search. The man zeroed in right then, as if the years never happened at all. Like he knew her body from sheer memory.
Daisy let out a shaky sigh.
Then, their gazes locked in the mirror and the man had the audacity to—smile.
Yep, he knew he had me. Damnit, Daisy, where’s your willpower, where’s that brave woman who stands up to police chiefs, mayors and bullies of all kinds?
He stroked her clit and thumbed a nipple as his smile faded and his crackling blue eyes smoldered at her.
That Daisy is gone, left home, disappeared and in her place was a bowl of JELL-O, putty to be molded by his hands…her heart in dear jeopardy now. Hell, Daisy thought with resignation, it always was, she just believed she’d gotten away with it for all these years.
Rand pulled his arms away, removed his fingers from her body, then took a resolute step back.
Her body immediately slumped.
Looking surprised, Rand reached out and caught her. “Whoa, Daize, hold on there.”
She tried to keep her panting at bay, she tried to look unaffected. Yeah…she tried and failed miserably. “Why—” she stammered. “—Why?” was all she could get out.
He tilted his still dusky head at her. “Why? Why did I stop? Are you asking why I’m even here? Or just why in general!” His voice rose.
Daisy flinched at his tone. “I—knew it!” she seethed at him. “You just came to reduce me to a puddle, crush me, hammer me down till I’m—I’m…” Her accusations faded away.
Rand looked stunned and then his anger seemed to fade away. “No, darlin’ Daisy. I just realized we needed to talk to Maggie and…your other daughter first and let them know what’s going on.”
Daisy blinked rapidly at him. “What?”
He nodded and reached forward to tug her blouse back up over her plentiful size D’s.
“Tell them?” she asked as she shook her head, feeling baffled. “How about telling me first? Cuz, I sure as hell don’t know what’s going on neither.”
He grinned at her, then reached into his pocket.
She watched him with hawk-like intensity, wondering what the hell he was up to.
With a seemingly slow purpose, he brought out a small velvet box.
Her eyes rounded.
Rand flipped it open.
No! She screamed in her mind. No, it isn’t—it can’t be—
A sparkling yellow diamond shimmered from the slit inside the little ring box.
Yes! It’s the very same ring! She gulped heavily and reached a hand out as if mesmerized by its shimmering luster.
He flipped the box closed and stepped close to her. “Like I said. This time, I make the rules and I am NOT asking.”
Completely at a loss, she slowly stared up at his face.
Rand nodded. “You are finally going to be Mrs. Monroe.”
Daisy gasped while she raised her hands, covering her open mouth. The room spun around her and she did the one wild crazy thing that she’d never done in her whole audacious tailspin type of a life—she fainted.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Lunch”
NOW, WE BE GETTING’ DOWN TO IT!
KANDA
On the trail to the Triple K
Somewhere near Flatonia, Texas…
The oak stand drew closer and Kanda realized she hadn’t been here in many months. There was even green grass growing beneath them. The rains had been heavy this season and she knew it would be cooler under them.
She was gonna need some cooling for sure.
After all that hot loving she received from Wade back at the cabin on the river. Man, she really may have bit off more than she could chew this time. Forcing him to be the man who took her long overdue virginity may have been something she should have thought through first. He wasn’t the type of man to be bossed or led on a merry chase.
Well, he was chasing her now, she thought with a chuckle, which faded quickly.
Wade had already gotten to the oak stand first of course, and hopped from his horse before it even st
opped. In almost a Roy Rogers style; boots down…double-stepping. He then rushed to meet her when her horse halted. He simply reached up and pulled her from the stirrups.
“Whoa!” she gasped out.
“No whoaing and no stoppin’.” Wade looked serious as he swung her around and carried her to the largest oak tree. “I’ve decided it. This will be the place.”
She batted her eyes and stared at him. “For lunch?”
“Sure, for lunch.” He chuckled. “But more importantly? It’s the place where you will lose your true virginity.”
Kanda kept staring at him. “What?”
He lowered her down to the plush grass. “Yeah, you’re not the only one who can decide when to do what, and who to do, you know?”
Shaking her head in confusion, Kanda felt entirely up the creek with no paddle, so to speak, with no idea how the hell she got there.
“Now just sit and I will take care of…everything,” he commanded.
She did just that, as she watched him pull his saddlebags from the horse.
Wade set it down and halted for a second to stare at her.
Oh, the look in his eyes. Like what he had in mind would jar her preserves all right! Her skin prickled and her nipples became erect. Oh, if that, ‘we be getting down to it’ look told her anything, she was in huge trouble.
He looked back down at his saddlebags and spoke. “Take off all those clothes.”
Kanda batted her eyes and looked all around. “You want me naked out in the open?”
Chuckling, he continued to set items out of his leather bags. “Hell, woman, I want you naked anywhere.” He gazed up at her. “But, I especially want you lying on that grass, wearing not a stitch.”
Gulping with trepidation, she hesitated.
“So, the sexy, brave cowgirl who hog-tied a big man like me, forcing me to deflower her, is chicken now?” he taunted.
Oh, no, he didn’t! Kanda glared at him and stripped her shirt off, then tugged off her boots with a vengeance. Why, the last man that challenged me had to run like his feet were on fire and his ass was a-catchin’. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans with shaky fingers. All while cussing to herself…he had her all riled up now. Him calling her chicken! Why, no man who ever—her inner fussing halted as she realized he just pulled the netting over her eyes. She gazed up at him with bewilderment as the realization hit.
