The Thunder Rolls: The Dawson Brothers #8

by Parker, Ali

  “You don’t care about me. If you did you would leave because I asked you to,” she said, pulling away. But I pulled her back to me.

  “The fact that I care about you is exactly why I can’t leave. You think it’s easy for me to walk away from this—from whatever it is between us? This feeling that I have when I’m with you—I can’t even describe it. But I can’t walk away from that, and I can’t stand to see that you are running away from it. What are you so scared of?”

  “I’m not running away from it—I’m just protecting myself. Protecting myself from the gossip in town. They all think that I have a boy toy ranch hand out here satisfying my needs. That’s you. The fact that you are here is making them think that about me. You think that kind of reputation is going to be good for business? They will think this is some sort of debauchery type of place. I don’t need that image hanging over and creating a shadow on this ranch. I work too damn hard for this place!” she shouted.

  “Boy toy? That’s what you’re afraid of. How many ranch hands have come in and out of this place? No matter what they look like, you’ve never cared that people might be saying that. Why all of a sudden now? Is it because your feelings for me might actually be real? That you might actually want to be with me, that you enjoyed that kiss as much as I did?” I shouted back. We were now in a real shouting match argument with neither of us really making sense. There was just too much passion and random feelings we couldn’t control.

  “I don’t give a fuck what other people think!” I said.

  “Well, I do.”

  “So, if we were an actual couple it would be alright, then? It would be fine for you to kiss me and to touch me?”

  “No—I mean. Well.”

  “So, it would be different then. If when I held you like this, it would be okay if we declared ourselves a true couple, huh?” I pulled her closer to me.

  “I don’t know—I—” she whispered.

  “What about when I push your hair back off your beautiful face, like this? Would it be okay then?”

  She whimpered as I pushed her hair back from her face.

  “So, if I declared to the entire world how I felt about you, you would be okay after that if I kissed your trembling lips?”

  “Dylan, it’s just that—” her grey eyes began to water as she looked up at me.

  “Because I’ll shout from the rooftops that you have my heart, Helen. I think you always have,” I said. “I can’t hold back any longer.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. Helen’s arms went up around my neck.

  I moaned as her delicate hands moved on the back of my neck. My hands encircled her small waist. I could not control this feeling any longer. I craved her too much.

  “Dylan.” My name fell from her lips in a breathless sigh.

  The sound of her voice pricked my skin and I tugged at the neck of my shirt as I grew hot. My blood rushed in my ears and through my body, lighting my skin on fire, leaving my cock straining against the inside of my pants.

  Breaking away from her was going to be a struggle.

  Then she surprised me. She put her hands on my chest and pressed back, pushing me away from her just as she had out on the pasture. But with the bed behind me, I fell back onto it.

  Helen looked down at me, a flirty little smile touching the corners of her lips, her eyes heavy with lust and something wild. She raked her fingers through her hair and I watched the way her chest heaved breathlessly, her cleavage swelling and falling with each breath.

  I was one lucky bastard.

  Then she leaned over me, bracing herself with a hand on each of my thighs, and cooed, “Make love to me, Cowboy.”

  14

  Helen

  Dylan’s kiss made my legs grow weak underneath me. I had surprised even myself with my tenacious behavior. But I couldn’t help it. When he started kissing me, I couldn’t stop. Everything melted away, and I melted against him. This was something that I had been waiting to happen for a very long time, having a man touch me, kiss me, and hold me. The fact that we were alone on the ranch only gave me permission to indulge. I knew it was wrong and in my mind, I kept repeating objections. This is wrong, Helen. You need to stop, Helen. Think of what everyone in town will say, Helen. But when I opened my mouth to say stop, what came out was ‘make love to me, cowboy’.

  It seemed my body was calling the shots now.

  Dylan’s cowboy hat came off when he laid back. I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, relishing in the feeling of the outside of his muscular thighs pressing against the softness of the inside of mine.

  It felt good to have a man between my thighs again; like an aphrodisiac. I leaned over and kissed him again trailing my fingers over the swell of his shoulders. He moaned into our kiss as his hands wandered up my back and into my hair.

  My panties were uncomfortably wet. When Dylan tightened his hands into fists in my hair I responded involuntarily by rocking my hips back and forth, grinding against him, savoring the pressure of his hardening cock rubbing against me.

  Dylan gripped my hips. “Tease.”

  ”Who, me?” I asked innocently, pulling away to admire the line of his jaw in the soft light of the room.

  His throat was cast into shadow as he gazed up at me and released my hair. “Yes. You. You’re dangerous to me, Helen.”

  I laughed softly. The only thing dangerous in this room was the man beneath me; dangerously and sinfully sexy. The cowboy I’d been wanting to ride for all he was worth since the first time I laid eyes on him.

  And here we were.

  Finally.

  Being in one of the guest bungalows only made it hotter- naughtier. Dylan’s large strong hands moved up from my hips over my stomach until they were resting on my breasts. My nipples instantly grew hard at his touch. When he spoke his voice was rough and hoarse. “Take it off.”

  I sat up and pulled at my shirt. The snap buttons came undone all the way down the front.

  “Damn,” he grated as he helped me pull the shirt off and his hands greedily moved over my bare skin. The warmth from his rough calloused hands was delicious. He pushed up my bra above my breasts.“Fuck—” escaped his mouth as he soaked in the sight of me. I liked looking at him looking at me. I felt wanted again. I felt desirable after not feeling this for years. I craved the way he looked at me as much as I craved his cock between my thighs.

  My knees ached at the thought.

  “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said, sitting up to meet me. He put his hands around my waist and left a trail of feather-light kisses up the side of my neck. I tilted my head back, surrendering to him. Dylan unhooked my bra and threw it off onto the floor. His hands roamed over my breasts, pausing to tease me by flicking his thumbs over my nipples.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he said. Then Dylan hooked a leg around mine and the world spun as he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him on the bed. A soft giggle escaped my lips, but I fell silent when his mouth moved over my breasts and licked and sucked at my nipples.

  Dylan worshipped me with wet kisses that trailed from my nipples all the way down my stomach to my navel. He continued to move down my body until he was pulling off my cowboy boots. Then he greedily unzipped my jeans.

  Dylan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and tugged. I lifted my ass from the bed and he worked my pants down my thighs, over my knees and calves, and then let them fall to the ground off the side of the bed. My panties were the next thing to go.

  And just like that, there was nothing left between us but his clothes.

  “What I wouldn’t do for a beauty like you,” Dylan whispered A wicked little smile settled on his delicious lips. “Or to you.”

  Desire thrummed through me like an electric current. I couldn’t hold out any longer. And I didn’t want to. I’d waited long enough for this.

  “Do you have protection?” I asked.

  Dylan pulled his wallet from his back pocket and produced a condom, twirling it betwe
en his thumb and forefinger.

  “Good. Now it’s your turn,” I raised a brow and pulled at his shirt.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said, snapping off his shirt. Then he kicked off his boots and pulled off the rest of his clothing until he was naked on the bed with me.

  To say that he was perfection would be an understatement. His strong, toned, muscular arms were made to look tougher with the tattoo sleeve on his forearm. Tanned skin stretched over his six-pack hard abs and toned abdomen. I reached out to touch his broad shoulders, feeling the power and strength there. These were the arms that had rescued me.

  Between his muscular thighs, his thick long cock was ready for me, straining upward toward his navel.

  White-hot desire made my temperature spike.

  I was dizzy with lust when Dylan laid his body on top of mine and his skin pressed upon mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to feel as much of him as possible. His cock settled on my belly, a not so subtle reminder of what was about to transpire between us.

  Entwined together, we nipped at each other’s lips, suckled at one another’s tongues, and clung to each other tightly.

  “I want you inside me,” I begged.

  He lifted himself off of me sitting up on his knees. I watched as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He rolled the condom on, and then positioned himself between my thighs.

  I reached out and ran a hand along his lower stomach. His treasure trail tickled my palms as he ran a hand along the inside of my right thigh, stopping only when he reached the wetness between my legs. He stroked me, leaving me whimpering beneath him like some desperate thing, until I reached for his cock, took hold of his shaft, and guided him to my hungry pussy.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  And, finally, he slid inside me.

  He groaned as he moved deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside of me. The pressure made my toes curl. I gripped his upper arms as he filled me up and he waited, giving me the time to adjust to his size. Then, gently, slowly, he rocked his hips, leaned over me, and covered my mouth with his.

  Yes.

  Oh, fuck yes.

  Dylan stroked my hair out my face and cupped my cheek in his calloused palm. I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes as he quickened his pace. His thumb was warm when he ran it along my bottom lip, and then he pushed it between my teeth. I pinched his knuckle playfully, biting down softly, and opened my eyes to find him watching me hungrily.

  I sealed my lips around his thumb and sucked.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  His body slapped against mine as he gave in to his desire. His thrusts quickened. My thighs started to ache and a tight, hard knot formed in the place below my belly.

  When Dylan slipped a hand between our naked bodies to find my clit to rub with his thumb, I nearly came undone at the seams.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes open as little whimpers and sighs left my lips. Dylan kissed my throat. My shoulders. My lips. My closed eyelids. I clung to him, reaching up to plunge my fingers into his hair and hold him down on top of me for ravenous kisses.

  I met his stare when our kiss broke and we both sucked in ragged gasps of air. “Harder,” I whispered.

  Dylan obliged.

  My back arched.

  The world tipped and spun around me and little stars exploded behind my eyelids. The knot below my belly was coming undone, slowly but surely, and my orgasm began with soft pulses and tremors between my thighs.

  Dylan grabbed my hip and lifted my leg.

  The knot inside me burst apart.

  I screamed his name at the ceiling and he rode me harder, faster, until his cock was slit with my come. My whole body shook and thunder roared in my core.

  Dylan groaned and rocked his hips back and forth I ran a hand down the middle of his chest as my thighs quivered around his hips. “Come for me,” I whispered.

  His brow furrowed. The muscle in his jaw flexed. His entire body tensed up, each individual muscle tightening gloriously, and he let out a loud groan as he released.

  Dylan joined me on the bed and draped an arm over my stomach. We lay there, our chests rising and falling with labored breaths, smiles playing on our lips, for a long stretch of time.

  My smile broke first.

  I moved away from him sitting at the edge of the bed to grab my jeans and pull them up my body. Then I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on. The passion inside of me was being replaced with guilt. That was not a good feeling and I could only think about how I needed to run away from it.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To my house.”

  “Am I coming with you?”

  “No, you are not. I haven’t changed my mind. I still want you to leave tomorrow,” I said. It didn’t feel good to be this cold and mean, but I knew it was the only way he would respond.

  “What? After what just happened between us? Helen—”

  “Don’t Helen me. Just please be gone in the morning. I can’t do this with you,” I stood up and immediately felt his rough cowboy hand grab onto mine.

  “We can’t even talk about this? Leaving is not what I want. I care for you,” he said.

  “There is nothing to talk about. You leaving is exactly what I want,” I said, yanking my hand from his and grabbing my boots.

  “I’ll keep this a secret. I’ll do anything you—”

  But I didn’t wait to respond to his words. I walked barefoot out of the bungalow and headed across the dirt toward my house. I felt shameful, but stronger than feeling shame, was the feeling of regret and loss at the thought of not having him around.

  15

  Dylan

  I pushed my second pair of work boots into my duffle bag, along with shirts and jeans and everything else I had brought with me. I was pushing the items in with anger, practically punching them into the bag. I was beyond livid. Angrier than a hornet’s nest. I just didn’t understand this woman. She wanted me and then she didn’t want me. She liked me and then hated me. It was like being on a bucking horse, waiting to be thrown off and stomped on at any minute.

  Worse yet, I knew that I wasn’t alone in feeling that what we experienced together was epic. It was mind-blowing. Being inside of her was the best feeling I’d had in a really long time—maybe ever. I knew that she felt it too, but why was she fighting so hard to admit it? I knew she was a widow and I understood that probably contributed. It had been a little longer than two years and I was trying to respect the fact that maybe she wasn’t ready to move on. But why wouldn’t she just tell me that if that was it? Why be so hot and cold instead?

  “Dang woman,” I muttered to myself. “You want me to go home. Fine, I’m going. I’m not wanted—that’s fine too.” Angrily, I kept talking to myself as I packed, thundering around inside the small ranch hand bunkhouse I stayed in.

  It was morning and as Helen wanted, I was leaving. I zipped the duffle bag and slammed on my cowboy hat and walked out the door, closing it behind me. I stomped across the ranch toward the main house. I was leaving, but I wasn’t doing it without giving her a piece of my mind first.

  Walking up to the house I climbed up onto the porch. Dropping my duffle bag on the wooden floor, I banged on the door. There was no answer. I banged again. Still no answer, but I knew that she was awake. She was probably watching me from the window.

  I grabbed my bag and stepped off the porch toward my truck, then looked up at the house. “Helen! I’m leaving just as you wanted. But I’m not leaving until you come out here and listen to what I have to say! You owe me that much!” I shouted.

  Looking back and forth at the windows, I waited. It was quiet, but I wasn’t going to budge. I was ready to stand there all damn day if I had to.

  Finally, the front door opened. She stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her arms across her chest, looking at me. Damn, she looked good. She was in a short silk robe that showed off her shapely thighs. It was cinched at the waist, but loosely, and I knew that it could come undone a
t any second. I felt the heat in my body rising, but I shook it off. I needed to focus.

  “Yeah? What is it?” she said.

  “So I’m going. Is this really what you want?” I held my bag up, emphasizing the point that I was prepared to drive away.

  “It’s for the best Dylan. You’ll see. You’ll go out there and find someone good for you, someone that isn’t me,” she said.

  “Why do you get to decide that for me? Don’t I get to decide that for myself?” I said.

  “Don’t make this harder than it already is. You have a long drive ahead of you, you should get going,” She turned to go back inside.

  “You know it was good between us. You know what we did was damn good. Better than usual. I know it and you know it, too.”

  She stopped walking. For a moment I thought she was going to agree. Instead, she continued to walk inside. “Goodbye Dylan. Make it home safe.”

  “Dang it!” I stomped to my truck and threw my duffle in the back cab. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I was seeing red. I couldn’t force her to understand that I cared for her deeply and wanted a chance to see where this went. You couldn’t force anyone to do anything. So all I could do was tell her how I felt and that was it. I was damn angry about it.

  I started my truck and turned around in the driveway, driving out of the ranch gates like a bat out of hell. So pissed off. I headed toward town in order to put gas in my truck for the long-haul home. At least my family would be happy to have me back, but I just didn’t want to go. A part of me wanted to stay and fight for her, but how could I when she didn’t even want me around? How could I make her see that this was a rare and special thing happening between us? How could I convince her to give us some time? We needed to explore it, but I didn’t know how to show her that. I wished my brothers were with me. They always had good advice. Maybe I should call one of them. Just then I looked out the window.

  Sam’s Burger Joint was directly out my window. I made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot. Seeing the place had made my stomach grumble. I couldn’t drive on an empty stomach, plus even my thermos was empty too. I could at least get it filled with coffee. Maybe it would calm me down to get some breakfast in my belly. Then I could call one of my brothers for some advice.