Tamed by Her Cowboy
A Second Chance Rough Romance
Shanna Handel
Tamed by Her Cowboy: A Second Chance Rough Romance
By
Shanna Handel
Copyright © 2020 by Shanna Handel
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Synopsis
Tamed by Her Cowboy
Rich and spoiled, Ava Marie may now consider herself a city-girl, but that doesn’t mean she’ll escape my over-the-knee cowboy discipline.
The moment my little tornado blows back into our small town, she’ll learn…this time it’s on my terms.
This is not a second chance at love… she had her chance.
I’m angry and I plan to stay that way, but that doesn’t mean I won’t teach her a harsh lesson in respect.
She’ll soon feel the sting of my rough punishments as I rein in her wild side.
There’s only one cowboy man enough to tame a girl like Ava Marie, and it’s me.
Warning: Tamed by Her Cowboy is a rough love story for naughty girls. Please make sure alpha cowboys, spanking, and sexual scenes are your kind of rodeo.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
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1
Two and a half years earlier-End of May
Buck Jones
I’ve finally allowed myself to imagine it—Ava Marie and me. Forever. Maybe even a little cowgirl or cowboy running around, playing with their pup. A future with the woman I love.
And today, I’m going to propose. My hand slips into my pocket. My fingers wrap around the tiny ring that rests there.
One small platinum circle. One princess cut diamond.
One ring that will change both of our lives. Forever.
Our relationship wasn’t always as it is today. Ava Marie has a wild streak in her, as dangerous and unpredictable as an unbroken horse. When tragedy struck her life, she needed looking out for. I deemed myself her protector.
And she deemed me a pain in her ass.
Our relationship came to a tipping point when she crossed a line with me. She was a sassy little eighteen-year-old thinking she was all grown up. I found her drinking at a rowdy barn party and had to put her over my knee for a good old-fashioned spanking.
She played nice after that.
Over the next two years, we became friends. But that fighting streak still reared its ugly head from time to time—I blame the tumultuous nature of our relationship on the constant hum of sexual tension that zings between us. Seems to have heated up ever since I showed her a little discipline.
I couldn’t take the cat and mouse game of our friendship anymore. One day we were fishing from our favorite spot on the banks of the creek. She started giving me sass—testing me like she does. Tired of her antics, I kissed her. Hard.
A deep, punishing kiss. Declaring my dominance over her. A passionate kiss that ended the battle between us. Her body instantly melted into mine proving what I’ve known all along—Ava Marie is a strong woman in need of a stronger man to tame her.
We’ve been an item ever since. Ava Marie and I are like peanut butter and chocolate. Both good on their own, but even better when you put them together.
Considering how much we drive each other crazy, it’s nothing short of a miracle that we finally gave the townsfolk what they’ve been wanting all these years and became official.
Even though I’ve wanted to tan her hide just about every hour of the day, these last six months of us dating have been the best of my life.
Now, it’s nearing the end of the day and I’m waiting for her at our special spot. Behind the barn on the back of the property. Same place I’d taken her over my knee and punished her that night of the party. The barn is the first place we consummated our romantic relationship.
The perfect place to propose.
Running a few minutes late, as always, she finally appears. She’s jogging up the hill, her long hair flowing behind her. The late spring sun has lightened the strands around her face to a golden blonde. They catch the light, enhancing the gold flecks in her lovely hazel eyes.
She’s wearing that little red cotton sundress—the one she knows is my favorite. A smile as wide as the skyline spread across my face as she throws herself into my arms.
I wrap my arms around her. Grab her sweet ass in my hands, squeezing it. “You’re late.”
She laughs, her face flushed from running. “Am I? I never think to look at the time.”
“You know what happens to naughty girls who make me wait.” I give her ass a hearty smack that sends her on her tiptoe. A bright spark of desire shines in her eyes. I stare at her pink rosebud lips, ready to taste them. I lean down to kiss her. Her mouth is warm, welcoming, and I catch a hint of the cherry gloss she’s so partial to.
Cherries will always remind me of her.
She melts against me. Her soft breasts press against my chest. My hands smooth over her ass, her breasts, exploring her curves. They’ve become as familiar to me as the bends in the winding road that leads up to her house.
I scoop her up in my arms, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. She giggles as I haul her into the barn, laying her down on a bed of soft hay.
My mouth finds hers. Kissing. Exploring. Tasting. I want to savor this moment, but there’s no time to waste—I have an end of day meeting with the ranch hands in twenty minutes and I’m never late. My men work hard. They’ll be ready to call it a day and I’ll not keep them waiting.
But first, I’m getting my little piece of Ava Marie.
Then, I’ll ask her to be my wife.
I’ve got to make the most of the time I have. My hand wanders beneath the front of her short dress. Dancing between her thighs. My fingers find her sweet little bud and press it lightly over her cotton panties. Making circles with the tip of my finger.
She ignites, fervently returning my kiss. Running her hands over the
back of my neck, her fingernails digging in my flesh.
I slip my hand beneath the elastic waist of her panties. My finger slides between her slick folds, gathering the signs of her arousal and returning to her clit. I circle the tiny bundle of nerves, applying just a touch of pressure as my tongue circles along in time inside her sweet mouth.
She moans, bucking her hips towards me. I slip my finger inside of her wet entrance. Her sheath stretches, welcoming me. She gives a moan as I pump my finger inside of her. I enter her, then drawing my finger out, circling her sensitive bud until her hips are grinding into the hay.
“You ready for my cock, sweet girl?”
She nips at my bottom lip with the tip of her teeth.
I read her loud and clear. I watch her face as I slide her panties down her legs, over her feet. I toss them to the side, taking in the gorgeous view of her laying there in her little red dress, her skirt rucked up around her waist. The lips of her bare, shaved pussy, swollen, ready.
I cup her breast in my hand, kneading it as I kiss her. Her nipple hardens underneath the thin fabric. I slip my hand beneath her neckline. Take the tender flesh in between my fingers and pinch, hard, leaving her gasping. “That’s payback for the bite,” I whisper.
“You always were one to hold a grudge,” she breaths.
I give a dark chuckle, slipping my fingers between her legs. I finger fuck her, alternating dominating thrusts with circling her clit with the pad of my thumb. I gaze at her face, enjoying the look of wild abandon that’s taken over her smooth features.
“Hot damn you’re good with your hands…” her words are lost in her throat as an orgasm bursts through her body. Making her tighten, clench. Her voice is high, breathy, as she gasps at the peak of the climax, her gaze locked on mine. She gives a shudder of satisfaction.
“I’m ready to feel your sweet pussy wrap around my cock.” I unbuckle my belt and unzip the denim that’s uncomfortably tight against my growing erection. My cock springs free, ready for action.
“Put it in me,” she begs, pulling at my shirt.
“What do good girls say?”
She’s desperate, her face a mask of impatience. “Put your cock inside me. Now.”
That earns her a sharp slap on her bare pussy, making her squeal. I love the sound so I slap her pussy again, watching as shock and desire flashes over her face. I slip my fingers between her legs once more and find her even wetter than before. “Say the magic word, babygirl.”
Her eyes roll in the back of her head, as my fingers fuck her, building another climax. Her voice is thick with desire as she begs “Please.”
I grab her hips in my hands and guide my cock to line up with her slick heat. She spreads her legs, bending them at the knee. The head of my aching member presses against her. She’s so tight, I press into her.
I bury myself inside of her with a hard thrust.
She sighs with relief, my big cock stretching her, filling her. Satisfying her.
Her legs wrap around me as my knees dig deeper in the hay. I grab her calves, lifting them up and over my shoulders. She locks her thighs around my neck.
I thrust into her, deeper.
“Oh, Buck,” she croons. My hands go to either side of her face, pressing into the ground. Her hands fly to her sides, clutching at the loose hay as I rock my hips, fucking her harder and deeper with each penetration. Her cries turn to moans and I slow down, inching inside of her, then pulling back till just the head of my cock remains inside of her.
She slaps my shoulder. “Stop teasing me. Just fuck me, hard.”
That earns her a hard slap on her ass. She screams and I clench my hand around the flesh I’ve just spanked.
She goes wild.
She’s bucking her hips in the air, greedy for my hard cock. I almost laugh, the look on her face is so desperate, needy.
“Talk nice, bad girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
She looks up at me, her hazel eyes a deep green. She bites her lower lip, red from kissing. She gives me a look beneath those dark lashes so enticing I almost come. She whispers, “Please fuck me. Hard.”
I give a moan, plunging inside of her so deeply my balls bounce against her firm, round ass. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I’m sure to find tomorrow. I give her everything I’ve got, fucking her until her pussy clenches tightly around my cock. An orgasm explodes inside her and she screams, “Yes, Buck. Yes!”
I give a few more good, hard pumps and I feel my own release building in the base of my cock. The tightening builds, like a spring being wound until—
“Fuck.” I give a growl as my seed explodes from my shaft, filling her.
I don’t drink much. Never done a drug in my life. But the high I’m experiencing now? It’s a high no substance could ever produce. Any stress from my day instantly melts away. My body a calm, euphoric being, just as it always is after I’ve been with her. Ava Marie—my little cocktail of pleasure.
I kiss her forehead, her lips. Her skin is dewy, glowing from our lovemaking. I pull from her.
I take a clean cloth from my pocket. She lays still, staring up at me with an adoring look on her face as I wipe her pussy clean from my come. I perform this small gesture for her after every time—caring for the special place of her body that gives me so much pleasure. A place only I am allowed to touch. I rest my hand on her clean pussy. “Who does this belong to?”
“You.” She gives me that sweet smile that tells me she’s mine.
I slip the cloth into my pocket. Zip and button my jeans. Buckle my belt. I plop down on a nearby hay bale, resting on my side. I have a few moments before I have to go back to work and I’ll spend them with her.
She hops up, tugging her dress back down into place. “Nothing like a romp in the hay. The one thing Cedar Creek has going for it—plenty of space to sneak away for a quickie.”
I lean up on my elbow, sticking a piece of straw in my mouth. Amused, I watch her search through the straw for her panties. “Small town life. You got to love it.”
“Yeah. But that’s about the only thing I like about this place. Found them!” She lifts her undergarments from the ground, shaking them out before standing up and stepping into them, sliding them up her shapely legs.
I rise up from my resting place. Slide my hand in my pocket to be sure the ring’s still there. “Don’t give me that, Cedar Creek is the best place on Earth. And we’re lucky to live here.” A slow smile spreads on my face as I stand, moving towards her. “We’ll be the King and Queen of this town.”
She’s laughing. Looking at me like I’m crazy. “Fat chance. As soon as I turn twenty-one and have access to my trust fund, I’m out of here.”
Her birthday is in late August. A summer baby, her passion burning hot as the sun. An invisible band wraps around my chest, tightening. Making it difficult to breath. I finger the ring. How can something so small suddenly seem as if it weighs a ton? “Your birthday’s only three months from now.”
She groans. “Three long months. I wish I could go now.” She brushes hay from her clothing. Smooths her hair. Tightens the clasp that’s come loose on her hoop earring. Her eyes catch mine and she stops. Her gaze lingers on my face. “What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
I feel as if I have seen a ghost—the ghost of my future.
Ava Marie is mine to protect, mine to love. I’d fight any man who tried to take her from me. Do whatever it takes to keep my girl safe.
But only if she’s freely mine. There’s one thing I’ll never force her to do—choose me.
She’s made her decision, and she’ll not change it, I can read that fact clearly on her determined face. Again, she says, “What’s wrong?”
My plans dissolve like salt crystals in hot water. My throat’s tight. I clear it. “It’s nothing.”
“You sure?” She gives me a curious gaze. Studies my face. The impassive look on hers changes to confusion. After a beat, her eyes widen in surprise. “Buck…you…you
didn’t think I’d be staying, did you? I thought we both knew this thing between us was a fling. I thought you knew I’d leave—”
“My mistake.” My voice comes out forced, tight. The air in here is suddenly stifling. I need to get out from these walls, step into the open air. I move towards the barn doors.
She’s staring at me, her brow knit. She holds her hands out, as if offering an explanation that will make sense to me. “It’s like I said…I’ve just been waiting for my trust fund. I really thought you knew. We can still enjoy our last few months together.”
As tempting as the notion of three months of goodbye sex is, I shake my head. If she’s not going to be mine forever, then I’m done. “It’s over between us.”
She reaches out to grab my arm but I’m moving away. “Buck…”
“Take care of yourself, Ava Marie.” I give her lovely face one last glance and turn on my heel. I leave her standing alone, picking stray pieces of hay from the tendrils of her hair.
The platinum ring feels hot against my skin. As if it’s been through a flame.
Burning like the ball of fire in my chest.
I want it gone.
When I’m out of her sight, I take the ring from my pocket, tossing into the creek bed. I watch as it sparkles in the sun, sinking slowly into the dirt.
Disappearing as quickly as my dreams.
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