Horse Mountain Shifters Bundle: A Curvy Girl and Stallion Shifter Western Romance Box Set

by Sierra Brave

  Scarlett’s jaw dropped but she caught herself before lashing out. Placing a hand over her stomach, she pushed gently, trying to settle her nerves. Truthfully, she wanted to go bat-shit crazy on Robert and knock his ass down the porch stairs, but that wouldn’t solve anything. “No. We have nothing to discuss. Please leave now.”

  Robert’s expression was a mixture of confusion and sadness. Apparently, he had expected her to fold. After reaching into his coat pocket, he retrieved a small box, wrapped in Christmas paper and topped with a red ribbon. “I bought this for you.”

  Scarlett gritted her teeth angrily and glared at the box. She brought her gaze back to Robert. “I don’t want it.”

  “Don’t you even want to open it and see what it is?”

  She didn’t have to open it. Scarlett had been expecting an engagement ring for Christmas—her reward for losing weight. According to Robert, she hadn’t been good enough to be his wife at a size sixteen so he’d dangled the ring to get her to lose weight. How could I have let him treat me that way? She crinkled her nose and swallowed back her anger, sadness, and regret while trying her best not to cry. “No. Please leave.”

  In a flash, Robert’s expression changed. His eyes narrowed as his mouth compressed into a grim line with hard descending lines at the corners. “Just who do you think you are? You put on a pretty dress and curl your hair and think you’re too good for me? Have you lost your mind? You won’t find anyone else to love you.”

  The first tear rolled down Scarlett’s face as if it were the physical manifestation of the shame she felt at having believed such comments in the past. Thank God she hadn’t married this bully. Her nostrils flared and she trembled as she stood with her balled up fists at her sides. “Get out of my sight! I hate you!”

  “There we go.” Robert grabbed Scarlett’s wrist. “I knew you still cared. Now let’s go inside.”

  She lifted her free hand, placing her palm on Robert’s chest to hold him back while she tried to wiggle her wrist away from him. Her eyes widened and her mouth contracted nervously while a squeezing sensation in her chest seemed to take her breath. Robert was an intimidator but this was the first time he had ever laid hands on her.

  “Let go.” She pulled back against his strength.

  Robert laughed while glaring at her menacingly. Chilled to the bone, Scarlett shivered, but a familiar, Appalachian twang broke the tension.

  “You heard the lady; let go!”

  Davis! Relief flooded Scarlett’s senses and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. As Robert loosened his grip, she snatched her wrist away from him.

  After whipping around in Davis’s direction, Robert asked, “Who the hell are you?”

  “The fellow who’s gonna break your jaw if you ever put your hands on my girl again.”

  Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat and she silently thanked God that Davis hadn’t called her his little filly in front of Robert.

  After turning his head toward Scarlett, Robert glared, his eyes flashing with fury. “You’re busting my chops for cheating, and you’re fucking this guy?”

  Before she could respond, Davis pushed his massive form between her and Robert.

  As if he finally understood his predicament, Robert took a step back, looking up at Davis, who stood just a few inches taller than Robert but dwarfed him in upper-body musculature. Scarlett peeped from around Davis’s shoulder, watching as Robert’s gaze swept down over Davis’s well-chiseled physique. All the confidence and bravado her ex had when he was in her face seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon.

  Robert held up his hands in front of him as he said, “I don’t have any beef with you. This is between me and her.”

  “Nope,” Davis shook his head. “I take exception to a man putting his hands on any woman but you touched mine. Trust me…we got beef.”

  Robert’s face flushed and his nostrils flared but his shoulders slumped. He obviously knew he was outclassed. His pride was done. His gaze darted over to Scarlett and he narrowed his eyes. “Fine, I was about done with her fat ass, anyway.”

  As if a rattler had struck, Davis’s hand shot out, and he grabbed Robert by the collar. “What was that?”

  Robert’s jaw clenched rebelliously. He stood on his tiptoes, his arms flailing as he attempted at first to push Davis away and then to grab at his arm while trying to wriggle away. “Let go of me!”

  “I will as soon as you apologize to the beautiful woman I heard you begging to come back to you not five minutes ago.”

  All the color seemed to drain from Robert’s face as he muttered, “Sorry.”

  Davis released Robert’s shirt. “Now get!”

  Robert didn’t spare Scarlett another look as she turned and stomped down the steps. While watching Robert get into his car, Davis stood at the edge of the porch, exuding confidence and so much sex appeal that if Scarlett had been wearing panties, they would have been sopping wet.

  After Robert’s headlights disappeared, Davis turned toward Scarlett and slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her to his firm chest. “You okay, lil’ filly?”

  Despite herself, Scarlett couldn’t help but snicker as the term of endearment slipped out of Davis’s mouth. “Yeah, I’m good, my great, big stallion.” She laughed again, embarrassed and ashamed by how lame she sounded.

  Davis laughed and hugged her tight.

  Scarlett closed her eyes, breathing in his intoxicating scent. A chill shot up her spine and she quivered as the area between her legs begged her for some attention.

  “Oh, baby, you’re shivering. Let’s step in so you can warm up.”

  Happy to oblige, Scarlett stepped to the side and waved toward the foyer. He followed her in and then shut the door behind him.

  “Welcome to my home.”

  She barely got the words out before Davis pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her lips. As they parted, she looked up into his seafoam-colored eyes, her heart pounding. She wanted more!

  “You look real pretty tonight.” He nodded toward her dress.

  As he stepped back to look at her, she gave him a once-over in the light.

  He looked terrific but he had clearly stepped out of his style comfort zone, trading his casual duds for a dress shirt and trousers. Still, he was a little less pulled together than she would have expected. His shirt was untucked, and he had rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. His light-brown hair was mussed as if he’d been running, and he had missed a belt loop. She’d have to fix him up a little, but his clumsy cluelessness was kind of sweet.

  “Well, thanks, you clean up nice too.” She lightly rubbed a finger across his chin. “Look at you…all clean shaven.”

  He looked down bashfully, his cheeks flushing a tad. “Aw, come on now, don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not teasing. You look great if a little uncomfortable.”

  “You should have seen me before…I was all pressed and creased with my sports coat.” Davis gave a gentle laugh.

  Tilting her head to catch his eyes, Scarlet asked, “Before what?”

  He lifted his face to the ceiling and groaned. “Ugh, I can’t believe I just spilled that…”

  “Spilled what?”

  “I went for a little run.”

  Now Scarlett was even more confused. “In your dress shoes?”

  “Nah, my dress shoes and clothes were all in the messenger bag I hid in your bushes until after I got dressed.”

  Bushes? Well, that explained his slightly rumpled but still fantastic appearance. “Oh!” Scarlett’s eyes widened with realization. “You shifted? Why?”

  Davis covered his face with both hands and groaned again. “I just can’t keep anything from you, I guess. I really wanted to see you, and then car trouble…my truck is out on the shoulder a little bit more than a mile away.”

  A huge, open-mouthed smile spread across her face and she reached out before lightly pushing him. “You big, crazy pants! Why didn’t you just call me to come get you?”

>   “Yeah, I guess I could have done it that way, but I couldn’t stand the wait. I just had to get to you as quickly as I could, and it looks as if I got here just in time.

  Scarlett’s cheeks flushed and she averted her eyes. “How much did you hear?”

  Davis put a finger under her chin and gently lifted her face until they were looking in each other’s eyes. “I didn’t hear anything I didn’t already know from Gram. She’s not one to skimp on details. She told me about your idiot ex and your break-up as soon as she was sure her matchmaking took.” He offered a sideways smile as he added, “I also got a great, big lecture on how to treat a lady.”

  Scarlett snickered. “I must admit, I was a little surprised to learn she was the one who’d rented the cabin to me, but I don’t think you needed any lessons in chivalry. Sorry, I didn’t say anything about…I wasn’t really trying to hide anything. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

  “Yeah, I get it. As long as it’s over, it’s all good. Still, I didn’t appreciate seeing that guy in your face like that.”

  “My hero,” Scarlett said with a snicker, grabbing him around the waist and hugging him. “I think you deserve a reward.” She shot him her best “come hither” stare while running her tongue across her bottom lip.

  “You keep looking at me like that and you might be late for your party.”

  “I think the real celebration will happen when I get you to my bedroom.”

  “Hell yeah.” Davis smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

  His warm lips crushed against hers and his hand smoothed her hair. As a heated frenzy stirred within her, she slipped her hands underneath his shirt and then lightly raking her fingernails over his hard abs. He gave a low moan while pulling her sweater off her shoulders.

  “Where’s that bedroom, baby?”

  As she took a step backward, Scarlett let her cardigan fall to the floor and shot him a smile. “Follow me.”

  Davis grasped her hand and trailed behind her. The anticipation was almost more than she could bear, making it nearly impossible to walk at an unhurried pace.

  As soon as they breached the doorway, Davis swept her up into his arms and dipped down to nip at her neck. Scarlett ran her hands through his hair before grasping his broad shoulders. The warmth of his breath on her skin sent a tremor through her core as his lips trailed sultry kisses down to her collarbone. His large hands clasped around her waist and slid down to her hips before he moved on to caress her ass over her dress. Everywhere Davis touched her seared with heat and pulsed with need.

  She looked up into his eyes and he dipped his head, landing a kiss on her lips. She opened her mouth, practically begging his tongue to enter. Their saliva mixed as their tongues twisted and turned in an oral tango. As Davis squeezed her ass, she moaned into his mouth while her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. As soon as she pushed the last one through the small hole, Scarlett pulled back from the kiss and took the opportunity to snatch the shirt wide open. Breathing heavily, she feasted her eyes on his impressive pectorals and the well-defined contours of his abdomen. Arousal stirred between her legs and she suppressed the urge to growl like an animal.

  As her gazed drifted upward past his sexy collarbone and on up to his face, the hungry look in his eyes nearly took her breath. Davis grasped her arms, caressing up and down from her elbows up to her shoulders, as he seemed to catch his breath too. Snaking one hand behind her, his fingertips rested on her zipper and he paused.

  “Last chance to back out before I get you all wrinkled and…wet.”

  “Don’t stop!” She could hear the aching in her own voice.

  “We’ll be late for your party…” He settled a sweet kiss on her forehead.

  A sudden jolt of uncertainty struck. Why was he backing off? Didn’t he want her as much as she wanted him? She looked away, attempting to hide her insecurity as she answered in a near whisper, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

  “Pfft.” Davis laughed softly while grabbing her hand and placing it on his crotch. “Does that feel like I don’t want to?”

  Holy shit! With wide eyes, Scarlett shook her head, startled by the anaconda straining the limits of his pants.

  “Whoa, that must be painful. Let’s let that monster out.” She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper.

  Davis worked his way out of his shoes, using his feet. As his pants glided to the floor, he stepped out of them and bent his knee, reaching down to remove a sock before repeating the process with the other foot.

  While looking him over, in the same manner, a hawk would a rabbit, Scarlett swallowed down the lump in her throat. He stood barelegged all the way up to his boxer briefs that were bulging out in the crotch. His thighs were world class, likely from all the horseback riding at his family’s ranch, where he served as the manager and trained champions. Her hand trembled as she reached out to finger the top of the waistband before lightly trailing up his torso to the circular patch of pink crowning one of his pecs.

  Impulsively, she leaned forward, opening her mouth and tonguing over the small, eraser-like nub. Davis’s knees buckled and he moaned loudly. Yummy—she had found a sensitive spot. Seizing the moment, she wrapped her lips around the nipple, suckling while her fingers found its twin and began to tease. Another loud moan broke the silence.

  Her chest, neck, and hairline were starting to sizzle but a short gust of cooler air hit Scarlett’s back over the zigzag lacing in the back of her corset. Davis had made short work of her zipper, and in a flash, he’d pulled her dress down over her hips, leaving the garment in a heap on the floor.

  “Fuck!” Davis licked his lips while staring at her body.

  Using one purple pump, she scooted the dress out of the way and took a step back to allow him a better look.

  “Damn, my girl is one sexy lil’ filly!”

  Scarlett’s cheeks burned and she couldn’t hold back her smile. She had hoped for that very response. Davis hurriedly removed his shirt, throwing it down by her dress before he closed the distance between them. As his arms wrapped around her, Scarlett slipped hers around his neck. She squealed as her feet left the floor as he un-expectantly lifted her, but before she could protest, she found herself flopped down on top of the bed. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. Like a man in a daze, he caressed a long, blonde spiral curl while he gaped at her corseted torso.

  As his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, Scarlett squirmed in an attempt to settle the throbbing between her legs. While using his free hand, Davis palmed the light-pink satin, squeezing her breasts beneath. He positioned his body over her as he lavished her cleavage with kisses. Scarlett mewed and bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against the bulge in his underwear.

  She shivered as Davis blew lightly on her tingling skin. Through the corset, she could feel the trail of air as he moved the gust downward past her concealed navel until he reached the tiny patch of hair just above her throbbing clit. His tongue darted out, flickering over the tiny bundle of nerves just below. Scarlett quivered as he teased her, slowly alternating between a series of three tiny laps and two caresses with his bottom lip. She whined, ready for Davis to eat her up, but he took his time, working up her senses.

  She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, clawing at her sheets as he repeated the sweet torture, over and over again until she was shaking like jelly. He ran his hands over her thick thighs as his mouth performed its sensual dance, lightly caressing her silky stockings over the fleshiest area. Scarlett held her breath for fear of screaming until finally, Davis maneuvered into position, lifting her legs and resting them over his shoulders.

  She exhaled deeply, relaxing into the pose. He paused and looked up at her.

  “Such a naughty lil’ filly, not wearing any panties…”

  Coyly, she batted her eyelashes and covered her face with her hand. Davis went back to work, lapping at her needy folds before settling into another rhythm over her clit. Overcome by the sensat
ions, she wriggled around restlessly, afraid she may shatter into a million pieces. The pleasure was already unbearably sweet, but when a large digit pushed inside her and began to prod her most sensitive spots, the dam broke, transforming her into a quivering, shrieking mess. Her wetness christened Davis’s lips and his chin and even ran down her thighs. He removed his finger as he lifted his head and then sucked off the juices.

  He hooked his thumbs under his waistband. “I think you’re all ready for some of this.” He yanked down his underwear and released his massive cock. It bounded out like a cobra ready to strike.

  Scarlett parted her lips on a tiny gasp. Every time she laid eyes on his long, thick dick, she had no trouble believing he could transform into a horse. He was certainly hung like one. After wrapping his hand around the base, he gave his shaft a couple of strokes before he turned, and reached for his pants, feeling around in the pockets until he pulled out a condom.

  She sat up and held out her hand. Davis passed her the gold foil packet and she tore it open. He stood proudly, his huge dick jutting out at her eye-level. She wrapped her lips around the wide, dome, twirling her tongue around over the sensitive area just below while gripping at the base and slowly pumping up the veiny shaft. Davis moaned, resting his hand on her head as she treated him to a few more strokes.

  He whimpered as she opened her mouth and released him. She removed the condom from the open packet before placing the ring at the tip and rolling it down. Her gaze drifted upward and she shot Davis a welcoming smile as she reclined back against the mattress.

  He wasted no time positioning his body between her legs and placing the head of his cock at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked sweetly but with a voice filled with urgency.

  Scarlett nodded. Her pussy was drenched and her thighs were slick with her own juices.

  “Mmmmm,” she cooed.

  He penetrated her, pumping slowly, until inch-by-inch, he had filled her to the brim with thick, rigid cock. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his size. He stilled, giving her a few seconds to adjust before he began a smooth, gentle rhythm. His girth coupled with her wetness created a snug seal with her inner lips while the outer folds hugged him tightly. Every stroke was ecstasy. She explored his firm body with her hands. Beginning at his broad shoulders, she kneaded his muscles and then traced his shoulder blades with her fingertips before trekking further down to the small of his back. She ran her hands down over his muscular ass—Claiming the rounded flesh as her own, she pressed the pads of her fingers down, squeezing a globe in each hand.