The Thunder Rolls: The Dawson Brothers #8

by Parker, Ali

  “Oh Dylan,” she moaned as I kissed her neck and down her cleavage. Moving further and further down, her moaning was quiet but hungry. Kissing her strong stomach, while my hands moved over her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. I wanted to ravage her. The adrenaline from winning the bull riding competition and showing up the Taylors had me on fire. I felt cocky, confident, and turned on.

  Helen’s hands rested on my shoulders as I moved lower, between her thighs.

  “Oh,” she breathed. Hearing her delicate moans only turned me on more as I placed soft kisses on top of her panties. But I needed more, I needed to taste her. My fingers grabbed the hem of her panties and pushed them to the side, giving my tongue access. Her fingers pressed firmly into my shoulders as her breath caught in her throat. My tongue slid up and down her wet slit, tasting her. For minutes I teased her, kissing, licking and sucking. She wiggled wildly holding on to me so she didn’t fall off the porch rail. Then I finally concentrated on her sweet clit.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, snaking her fingers into my hair as if to keep me in place if I dared to disobey her. I had no intention of doing such a thing. My tongue flicked back and forth until she squirmed and whimpered and bit down on her bottom lip to silence the cry of pleasure that nearly escaped her when she came.

  20

  Helen

  My thighs trembled as they rested upon Dylan’s shoulders. I was hot and heavy in the aftermath of my orgasm, but Dylan didn’t show any sign of wanting to stop any time soon. His tongue swirled over my clit, and I was about to beg him to stop teasing me so when he eased a finger inside me.

  In that moment I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to me.

  I rocked my hips. Dylan’s eyes slid upward, soaking in the sight of me as I gazed down at him, cheeks burning, lips parted as I breathed raggedly. He slid his finger slowly in and out of me, and I was certain he was smirking even though I couldn’t see his lips.

  A soft moan escaped him as he gave me another finger. I braced myself on the railing, leaned back, and tilted my head back. “Yes,” I cooed at the night sky. “Yes.”

  Dylan curled his fingers upward and pressed into my G spot. At the same time he drew my clit between his lips and sucked. I yelped in surprise at the intense sensation, and he chuckled. The deep vibration in his chest nearly pushed me over the edge.

  He suckled harder and ran his tongue along my swollen clit.

  His fingers moved faster, deeper, and I strained against the pressure building inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Please. Please don’t stop.”

  Dylan obliged.

  And I came hard and fast. I barely had time to recover when Dylan scooped me up off the railing.

  Dylan carried me inside with my legs wrapped around him. As I enjoyed the pleasure pulsing through my wet center, I laid my face against his chest as he carried me. I doubted I would have been able to walk. My body still thrummed with pleasure and my thighs quivered in the aftermath of my climax.

  “I can’t wait much longer Helen,” he said, in a thick husky voice as he laid me down on the couch in the living room.

  “Then don’t.”

  He grinned that dashing grin. I pushed my fingers through his dirty blonde hair realizing his cowboy hat must have fallen off on the porch during our heated exchange. The living room was dark and I was glad for it. The windows were open letting in the warm Texas summer breeze, but also allowing anyone to see in, if the lights were on.

  Dylan pulled my dress up my body and moaned as he looked at me. Next, his rough hands worked at my bra, taking it off and letting my breasts free. His mouth hungrily clamped onto them, kissing and licking one, then the other. My hands moved into his hair again as his rough hands moved up and down the side of my body, finally pushing my panties down over my hips and pulling them off completely. My hands went to my white cowboy boots to take them off.

  “No. Leave them on,” he put his hand on mine, stopping me.

  My brow arched, “Okay.”

  He grinned and stood up from the couch. He pulled at his western shirt, unsnapping all the buttons with one swift pull. He shrugged it off and even in the dim light of the living room, I could see his perfectly chiseled body. Biting my lower lip, I watched as he took off the rest of his clothes until he was standing naked in front of me with a condom in his hands and the biggest hard on I’d ever seen.

  Spectacular.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  I obliged and let my legs fall open for him.

  Dylan tore open the condom. This gorgeous cowboy was so damn attractive with his toned and tall physique, it was hard to get enough of him. In the dark, I gave myself permission to look at every inch of him. The absence of bright light did allow for reduced inhibitions. I let my gaze linger on his forearms as the muscles and tendons flexed while he rolled the condom on.

  Dylan moved to settle between my thighs. He descended upon me with ravenous kisses. My lips parted, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my sweet wet center.

  “I want to be inside you,” he moaned while kissing my neck. I arched my back and hips up, meeting him. Begging him to enter me.

  Dylan’s rock-hard cock pressed against me and slowly slid inside of me inch by thick inch. My eyes rolled back in my head. “Yes.”

  Dylan entered me until he was buried in my pussy up to the hilt of his shaft. His hips rocked back and forth, gliding in and out again. I was slippery wet.

  How could this cowboy be so perfect? He was kind and incredibly attractive in every way. He had gone out there to the dance hall and fought for me, fought for the ranch. This thought had me wrapping my arms around him and pressing my cheek against his chest, thanking him in silence as he fucked me.

  Dylan slowed down, moving slower with his hips. Both of us were enjoying this moment together. Then he paused for a second. He looked down at me and in the dark, our eyes locked. Once again, his hips began to move faster and faster, pounding in and out of me. The sounds of our skin slapping together mixed with our desperate moans filled the room.

  “I’m going to come,” I whispered, feeling the familiar brink of pulsating ecstasy setting upon me.

  Dylan put a hand on my shoulder and held me in place as he drove his cock inside me. “Not until I tell you to.”

  My pussy tightened.

  “I can’t hold it,” I whimpered.

  “Yes, you can.”

  I fought against the mounting pressure. Dylan watched me struggle and fucked me harder. I pressed a hand against his lower stomach, trying to get him to slow down. If he didn’t want me to come he shouldn’t fuck me so hard. So good.

  “I-I can’t!”

  Dylan fell over me and braced himself with a hand planted on the sofa cushion beside my head. Then he smiled at me. “Come for me, Helen.”

  His permission was all I needed. My orgasm roared through me, pushed me over the edge, and sent me spiraling. My body burned and the sound that came out of me was wild and primal. Dylan clamped a hand over my mouth as I came, and the fresh wetness between my thighs coated his cock.

  “Damn, that feels so good,” Dylan hissed. I was still in reckless abandon when he rolled me over onto my stomach. He parted my legs and lay his stomach on top of my back. Then he entered my dripping wet pussy from behind. All my senses were alert to this new feeling. Having him on my back made me feel safe under his strong weight. He reached deeper inside of me in this position and I was wiggling and squirming underneath him.

  His thrusts were slow and steady. I lowered my forehead to the sofa and gripped the edges of the cushions as he filled me up.

  Dylan took my left ass cheek in one hand and squeezed hard. “Fuck.”

  Pure lustful inhibition had taken over us. His hips slapped against my bottom as he pounded against me. My moans and cries were muffled by the cushions beneath me. I lifted my hips, raising my ass in the air for him, and Dylan growled hi
s needy response.

  “I’m going to come. Fuck,” he whispered with a husky voice. He bucked wildly against me until his climax broke over him. The masculine growl that left him delighted my senses, and I wiggled my hips for him as his thrusts slowed and eventually stopped.

  I resented the empty feeling when he pulled out of me. Then he lowered himself on top of me and left sweet kisses across my upper back.

  “That was amazing,” he whispered.

  “It was.”

  “Oh, I know what’s going to happen now. You’re going to freak out on me and tell me you regret this, aren’t you?”

  “No, I’m not.” I realized as I said it that I didn’t want to. I wasn’t going to freak out, I was actually very happy that it had happened. I didn’t know what that meant, but it was the truth.

  “You aren’t? Well that’s different,” he said, as he picked his hard body up off of mine.

  “Yes, it is,” I said, rolling onto my back. “But I do want you to sleep in your own bunkhouse, Dylan.”

  “You do? Why? I thought you weren’t going to freak out,” he said.

  “This is not me freaking out. This is just me knowing that I’m not ready to have another man sleep in my bed. Where my husband used to sleep. I’m not ready for it yet.”

  His brows furrowed together in all sincerity. “I understand and feel like kind of a fool for not thinking of it in that way. Of course, you need your time. But can I just lay here on the couch with you and hold you in my arms for a little longer before you kick me out?”

  Without answering I pressed my cheek against his strong chest and put my arms around him. His strong arms moved around me, keeping my naked body warm. It did feel good and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. But I knew that I couldn’t.

  After an hour of lying together in silence, I finally asked him to leave. He was reluctant but obliged. When I got to my bed upstairs, I realized just how cold and lonely it felt. Maybe I had made a mistake.

  21

  Dylan

  Rose and orange colors shaded the eastern horizon. It was the sun starting to share its light with the morning, and as I watched it, I just knew it was going to be a good day.

  A hot cup of coffee warmed my hands as I stood in my boxer shorts watching the glorious golden dawn from the small cement porch outside my bunk. There weren’t any guests on the ranch, so I didn’t think it was inappropriate to just step out my front door and watch the sunrise in my boxers. I was feeling pretty damn good after the night I’d had. Not only had I beaten Andy Taylor, but I’d also had a good congratulations party with Helen.

  I took a drink of the strong hot black coffee and looked toward the main house where Helen would probably just be waking up. I felt really good about what was happening between us. She was starting to open up to me, to the possibility of being lovers. I wondered if we would start to make love every night. I was certainly open to that.

  From my porch, I could see the pickup trucks and men at their fire watch post. It was probably good to keep them there for the next few days, just in case the Taylor brothers did not keep their word, or even did something out of anger because I’d kicked Andy’s ass. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

  Finishing up my coffee while the sun finally showed its face, I knew it was time to start the day. Inside I took a quick cool shower to wake me up. Afterwards I got dressed and ready to start the day of labor. It was going to be a good day on the ranch, because there weren’t any guests. This meant that I could do my daily responsibilities while also taking time out to be with Helen. Mixing work and pleasure was alright with me.

  Ring. Ring.

  My phone went off. It was early for most people, but not ranchers. I knew instantly that it must be one of my family members. Looking at my phone screen, I was right. It was my brother Wyatt.

  “Long time, no talk you son of a gun,” I said, picking up the phone.

  “Yeah, it’s been a while. How’s things going?”

  “They’re going.”

  “You still at the coast?”

  It hit me, I had almost forgotten I was lying to my family about where I had actually gone. They didn’t understand and didn’t support my decision to be here. So they gave me no other choice.

  “Yep, getting ready to go fishing. Best in the morning as you know.”

  “Well, I hate to spring this on you. But we need you back here—today,” he said.

  “What? Why? Everything all right?”

  “Yeah, everyone’s fine and in good health. We just need you back here for about three days, and then you can go back to the coast. Connor and I have to take a three day trip on ranch business all of a sudden. Father was going to go but now he’s being called to Odessa on business. A big deal with a lot of money on the line for next year. Tanner and Abi can’t handle things alone here, especially since Tanner has his own thing going on his own ranch, too. We really need you here brother,” he said.

  I took a deep breath. Of course I would go anytime my family asked for my help. It was just really bad timing. Things were starting to go well with Helen, and I was really starting to feel at home at the Larson Dude Ranch.

  “All right, I’ll be there. I’ll get on the road in about two hours or so headed back home. I’ll get there later tonight,” I said, thinking about how long it would take me from the Texas Hill Country and not the coast.

  “All right then. I appreciate it brother and I’ll see you later,” Wyatt said, then hung up the phone.

  I hung up and set the phone down. “Dang it. Three days, it’s alright, it’s just three days,” I said, looking at the clock. I really needed to get on the road in less than an hour in order to make good time, and in order to make it seem like I was on the Texas Gulf Coast.

  I looked around the bunkhouse. I wasn’t going to pack, there was no reason to. I had clothes at home and I would be back. I grabbed my keys, coffee thermos, wallet and cowboy hat. It was all that I needed. Now I had to go tell Helen.

  Walking toward the main house, I could smell bacon frying and coffee brewing. I went to the back door of the house knowing that she must be in the kitchen and knocked.

  “Good morning Dylan, come in,” she said.

  “Good morning. Gosh, it smells good in here,” I said, walking in. She was wearing a silk white bathrobe and my cock immediately reacted to her soft curves underneath. Damn it was going to be hard to leave.

  “Join me for breakfast,” she said, while she pushed eggs around in the frying pan.

  “I’d love to,” I set my thermos down on the counter and helped myself to a mug and poured a hot cup of coffee. Pulling out a chair I sat down at the table. How was I going to tell her? She seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin this moment.

  She looked over at me with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes. I knew she was thinking about what had happened the night before and so was I. But we didn’t need to say it. She set the large iron pan of eggs on a heat pad on the table. Next, she pushed bread into the toaster and moved to the fridge. I watched as she set fresh orange juice and a butter dish down on the table.

  “Sleep well?” she asked, as she moved around the kitchen putting the last touches on breakfast.

  “Like a baby,” I smiled.

  “Me too,” she smiled in return.

  “Dig in,” she sat across from me and we each served ourselves from the hearty breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, toast, orange juice and coffee. As we ate, she had a big smile on her face. I didn’t want that smile to go away. But looking at the clock, I needed to get on the road soon.

  “Helen, my brother called me this morning. They need me back home for three days,” I said.

  “Really? When?”

  “Starting today, so I’ve got to leave now.” I watched as the smile fell into a frown on her face. “But I will be back in four days, give or take the travel time it takes me to get there and back. I just know I need to be on our ranch for three days filling in while they’re gone.”


  “Of course, I understand. Well you better get going so that you have enough daylight to get you there.” She stood up from the table to take her dish to the sink. She wasn’t looking at me. I stood up and placed my body behind hers, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her on the neck.

  “I don’t want to go of course. I would much rather stay here, but when family needs me, I have to be there. You going to be all right here?”

  “Yes, of course. Don’t be silly, this isn’t your home after all,” she said, as she maneuvered out of my arms and walked across the kitchen, fiddling with some pans.

  I knew she wasn’t happy about this, but I also knew that I needed to go. “I’m going to go talk to Eddie and call Marshall. I’m going to keep this fire watch on until I get back, so don’t you worry about that.”

  “That is not necessary really.”

  “Yes! It is, just in case the Taylors don’t hold to their word. Don’t fight me on that. I am the one that’s paying them and they are going to stay. This is my mess and I am taking care of it. I will be back Helen,” I said.

  “Yes, fine. Get going. I have a lot of work to do,” she said.

  “Do I get a kiss at least?” I smiled at her.

  “It is probably best that you don’t get one.” Then she walked out of the kitchen into the main area of the house. I shook my head. Damn, if I didn’t love my family so much I wouldn’t be going. This had obviously disappointed her and I didn’t blame her. It had taken a long time just to get us to this point of happiness, and with one phone call, Wyatt had taken it away.

  I grabbed my thermos and headed out the back door to go talk to the guys on fire watch.

  Eddie was out at a post and Marshall would be taking the night watch that night.

  “Eddie, I gotta head back to Safety for a few days to give my family a hand. I’ll be back as soon as I can. The schedule is in your hands. You’ve been running it like clock-work doing a great job and I want to keep it up at least until I get back and the Taylors have some time to cool off.”