Mustang Belle: A small town, rock star, cowboy romance (Mustang Ranch)

by Eva Haining

  I hand him my cup of coffee. “You need this more than I do.”

  As we arrive at the ranch, the familiar buzz of anticipation unfurls in my stomach, radiating out to my fingertips. There’s no better feeling on earth than being on stage, singing my own songs and having a big crowd respond. I can already see people cueing up to get into the field where the stage is sitting, waiting for us.

  Tonight, we aren’t the warm-up band, we’re the headliners. Music already fills the air as our support band plays for the arriving masses. This is awesome. Mad and Jax are there to greet us, along with their wives. There are way too many pretty people in this town. It’s not natural. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that their wives are gorgeous. And then, to make me feel like a troll, J.J. Savage and Maisie Bryant stroll over, looking every bit as glamorous as they do on the big screen.

  “Hey, Mirabelle. We’re looking forward to watching you play tonight and congrats on the record deal. When I called Stuart to see if you guys could swing by here, he told me that you just signed a five-album deal.”

  I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence to answer J.J. He must think I’m an idiot as I stand in awkward silence.

  “Thanks.” Johnny covers my brain fart. “We’re psyched.” It’s a sad day when Johnny’s brain is working better than mine. “I’m going to usher my starstruck singer backstage now.”

  J.J. and the rest of them chuckle as Johnny shoves me toward the stage. “Oh my God. Was that as bad as it seemed in my head?”

  “Worse. He’s just a dude. What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “That I’ve watched him having movie sex so many times it should be illegal. And dang, if he isn’t hotter in real life. Did you see all of them? It’s ridiculous.”

  “Yeah. Their wives are hot. I wouldn’t kick them out of bed.”

  “You wouldn’t kick anyone out of bed, Johnny. I wouldn’t want to see your mattress under a blue light.”

  “Me either. To be fair, I rarely take women back to my place. What happens on the road stays on the road, right?”

  “God, I hope so.” We’ve all made our share of bad decisions on the road, myself included.

  When we finally step out onto the stage, there’s a sea of people filling the field, and they’re going crazy as I grab the microphone.

  “Hello, Kingsbury Falls. We’re excited to be back with y’all tonight.” As I look down into the crowd, I spy the hottest guy in this town—the one I was talking to the last time I was here. When he returns my gaze, a jolt of desire runs straight to my core, and a different kind of anticipation builds inside me—a craving.

  Three

  KNOX

  She’s incredible. As Mirabelle begins to sing, her eyes are fixed on me, and there’s something dark and delicious about the way she drinks me in. My cock is twitching, which isn’t great considering I’m in a crowd of people right now.

  Her voice is like a sweet caress as it rings out into the night. I remember talking to her when she was in town twice before, but I was riding my pity train at the time, and for some reason, I didn’t think to drown my sorrows with the hot singer who was only in town for one night. I won’t make that mistake a third time.

  With zero woes weighing me down and the way she’s looking at me right now, I’m going to make a move tonight. I’m just hoping there’s no boyfriend in the picture. If there is, and I were him, I’d be traveling with her. She’s too hot for guys not to hit on her at every turn.

  The crowd is clapping and cheering at the end of each song, and it’s clear that it fuels her performance. I’m mesmerized as she moves across the stage, so at ease with herself in front of so many people. It’s sexy as hell.

  By the time the concert is over, I think every one of her curves is emblazoned in my memory. She’s really fucking hot—the best kind of hot—and only in town for one night. I mill around, trying pitifully to seem like I’m not just waiting to proposition her. I talk to Maddox and Jax, but my eyes stay firmly on Mirabelle.

  “Are you going to go and talk to her or what?” Trust Jax to call me out.

  “She’s busy.”

  “More like she’s ready to get busy. She’s practically salivating at the sight of you. If you don’t go and talk to her, I’m going to be pissed on your behalf.”

  “Salivating… really?”

  “Don’t make out like you’re not ecstatic right now. Fuck off and go talk to her already.”

  “Fine.” That didn’t sound at all convincing. I force myself to walk slowly and not look overeager. When I get within six feet of her, she looks me up and down.

  “Took you long enough.” She gives me a sultry smile that goes straight to my cock.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I was hoping I’d see you this time around. I forgot your name, but I didn’t forget that face of yours.” I run my hand over the stubble on my jaw, attempting to hide the goofy grin I’m sporting right now.

  “Dang, girl, you’re going to make me blush.”

  “Well, you didn’t make a move last time I was here. A missed opportunity if you ask me.”

  “Opportunity for what?” Her confidence is so fucking sexy, I just want more.

  “You know what they say…”

  “Knox. Call me, Knox.”

  “You know what they say, Knox. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” If I wasn’t hard before, I sure as hell am now.

  “I’m all for saving the horses.”

  “Then help me load this stuff onto the tour bus so we can go back to my room at the B&B.”

  “You’re not shy, are you?”

  “Would you prefer it if I was?”

  “Hell, no. I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”

  “Good, because I know what I like, and I don’t play coy.”

  “Not how I thought this conversation was going to go.”

  “What were you expecting? You’d offer me a drink, we’d skirt around our obvious chemistry for a few hours, and then you’d take me back to your place?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Then we can cut out the drinks and unnecessary flirting. Or we can have the drinks naked?”

  “Fuck me. I’m already hard as a rock.”

  “I can see that.” She bites down on her bottom lip, staring at my crotch like she’s starved for it. “Hey, guys, can you finish loading this stuff up?”

  The rest of the band is swarmed by women and barely registers Mirabelle’s request. She takes their lack of protest as a yes and grabs my hand, pulling me backstage. A jolt of electricity courses through me at this smallest of touches, and I know the sex is going to be explosive.

  Jax gives me a smug grin as we pass by. “Night, Knox. Have a good one.”

  “Where’s your car?”

  “I walked.”

  “How long will it take us to walk to the B&B?”

  “Thirty minutes.”

  “Would you judge me if I take these heels off?”

  “Girl, I’m about to strip every item of clothing off your body. Taking the heels off only speeds up the process. Go for it.”

  “I like the way you think, Knox.”

  “Are your feet hurting?”

  “That’s the understatement of the century.”

  “Then why do you wear them?”

  “Said like a typical guy. Were you or were you not checking out my ass all night?”

  “Yeah. That has nothing to do with heels.”

  “I beg to differ. Heels make my legs look longer, and that makes my ass pop. They give me confidence on stage and just go with the vibe.”

  “But you’re feeling it now.”

  “Yeah. So, I’ll take them off and walk the rest of the way barefoot.” Before her hand reaches the zipper on the side of her boot, I scoop her up into my arms.

  “Don’t take them off. I might even have to insist that they’re the only thing you leave on when we get to where we’re going. You’re right, they’re smokin
g hot.” She doesn’t fight to get out of my grasp, instead cupping my face with her hands and pulling me to her lips.

  Everything inside me lights on fire from the simple brush of her lips against mine and a quick flick of her tongue. She tastes like vanilla, soft and sweet with a promise of fireworks when our bodies collide. It knocks the wind right out of me, and I’m frozen to the spot on the side of the road with Belle cradled in my arms.

  “Dang.” It’s all I can manage. My brain floods with desire for this woman.

  “Walk faster, cowboy. I want to feel that stubble of yours between my thighs.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I’m almost sprinting toward the B&B with her clinging tightly to my chest, laughing as I show my hand—eager doesn’t even come close to how I’m feeling. When we get to the B&B, I don’t stop to say hi to Birdie. Her father owns this place, and we hook up occasionally, so I know she’ll be judging the shit out of me right now.

  “I’m in room six.” I take the stairs two at a time with Belle still in my arms, only setting her down long enough for her to dig out her room key and unlock the door. She grabs my hand and pulls me inside before kicking the door closed with those delectable heels of hers.

  Her lips crash down on mine as she slams me against the wall, her hands going straight for my belt buckle. I fist my hands in her hair as our tongues twist and tangle in a sensual dance. A frenzied fuck where the destination is as inevitable as the tides.

  She makes short work of my belt and fly before sliding her hand under the waistband of my boxers. I’m hard as steel and desperate for her touch. “Slow down, Mirabelle. You’ll have me shooting my load in two minutes.”

  “Belle. If you’re going to shout my name with my lips around your cock, I’d rather you call me Belle.”

  “Jesus Christ. You know what you want, girl.”

  “I warned you.” I grab her ass and hoist her up until she wraps her legs around my waist. Walking her over to the bed, my pulse is racing, anticipation heavy in the air between us.

  “I might be a southern gentleman at times, but not in the bedroom. I don’t take orders, girl. You’re going to be screaming my name before I let you loose on my cock.” I drop her down onto the bed and pull off her heels. As much as I’d like to see her wearing nothing but these, I need to divest her of every scrap of clothing she’s wearing before I explode.

  She’s wearing skin-tight black jeans, so I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed, snaking my fingers under the waistband before yanking them down over her hips. Fuck me. She’s wearing a black lace thong, and I swear I let out a groan. She’s stunning—flawless skin and curves in all the right places.

  Pushing herself up to a sitting position, I watch in awe as she unbuttons her shirt, letting it slip off her shoulders before unclasping her bra and discarding it on the floor. I drop to my knees, ready to worship at her altar. Kissing my way up her thigh, I’m rewarded by her sultry moan of pleasure. It takes all my self-control not to go straight for what I want. Instead, I stop just shy of where she needs me to be, moving to her other leg and kissing my way up.

  “Oh God, Knox.”

  “That’s it, girl. Let me hear you.” Pressing my tongue to her entrance, I work my way up to the tight little bud of her clit with one long, languorous lick. Her arousal is slick on my tongue, her skin so warm and inviting. Reaching down, she fists her hand in my hair, holding me in place as she finds her rhythm. When I adjust to her pace, she stops tugging, laying back to enjoy the ride.

  “Fuck!” I can tell she’s close already, her thighs spread as wide as she can get them. I press against them with my hands, stretching her just a little further, and I feel her whole body tighten as she chases her release. From this vantage point, I lift my eyes to take in the sight of her laid bare. Belle is so beautiful, and as she lets her hands caress down over her breasts, her fingers flicking over her nipples, I lose myself to the sensation of her writhing against my lips.

  She crashes over the edge, screaming my name over and over again, making me so hard my cock aches to be inside her.

  “Knox, oh God, Knox. Don’t stop! I’m going to come again. Knox!” I do as she asks, continuing my punishing rhythm as she tumbles off a cliff of ecstasy and spirals out of control. I don’t think I’ve ever undressed so quickly in my life, shoving my jeans and boxers over my hips, shrugging them off while I pull my t-shirt up and over my head before throwing it on the floor. I grab my wallet, finding a condom, and rip it open with my teeth.

  Belle is still lost in the afterglow of an orgasm as I roll it on. “Move up the bed, girl. I want to see every inch of you before I sink to the hilt.” She does as I ask, licking her lips at the sight of my cock, hard and ready for her. “Like what you see?”

  “You already know the answer to that question.”

  “And yet I still want to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours.” My heart is hammering in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

  “I think you could split me in two with that cock of yours, and yet I want it more than my next breath.” I wrap my fist around my cock and stroke from root to tip, reveling in the heat I see burning in her gaze.

  “Spread your legs, Belle. Let me see how wet you are for me.” Dang. This woman is hot as hell. I crawl onto the bed, nestling myself between her thighs, bracing my arms on either side of her before taking her in a fierce kiss. Just the sensation of her naked flesh on mine has me on the brink of losing control.

  Her hands roam my body, her nails scratching down my back and digging into my ass as I position myself at her entrance. She doesn’t wait for me to ease in gently, pulling me down as she thrusts her hips up, taking every inch of me with a pained moan.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Fuck, yes! God, you’re huge. It feels so damn good.” She likes a little pain with her pleasure. Even if she didn’t, I’m not sure I could stop myself from circling my hips, grinding against her, my senses on overload.

  “Dang, you’re tight. Fuck me.”

  “Yes, sir.” She pushes my shoulder, rolling me over until she’s straddling me, her hands on my chest as she lets herself sink onto my cock. Her body shudders, and her nipples pebble as she takes all of me.

  I watch as she begins to move, her head dropping back as she rides my cock with wild abandon. She wasn’t kidding when she said she planned to ride a cowboy. I’m thanking my lucky stars right now that the cowboy she wants to ride is me.

  I let my hands caress her flesh—up her thighs, over the soft skin of her stomach, and up to her breasts, cupping them as she slowly works my cock. I don’t usually fuck in this position, I like to be in complete control, but she’s resplendent as she rocks back and forth, taking her pleasure rather than waiting for me to give it to her.

  I push myself up, wrapping my hand in her hair before pulling her down for a kiss. God, she tastes so good, and the smell of her perfume is intoxicating. Our lips twist and tangle, keeping time with the rhythm of our bodies as they move together. I want her. Even though I have her at this moment, I’m still craving more as she circles her hips, bouncing up and down on me like a funhouse.

  I could kiss this girl for hours.

  As her hands fist in my hair, she kisses me with a ferocity I can’t get enough of. It’s as if she needs me and only me. Like I’m the only guy in the world who could give her what she wants. It drives me, sending me spiraling out of control.

  I kiss down her throat, and the second I hit a spot behind her ear, she starts bucking wildly, her voicing ringing out as she falls over the edge, taking me with her.

  “Knox! Oh God, I’m going to come again. Oh God. I… I…” She bites down on my shoulder, hard. Wrapping my arm around her back, I hold her close as I find my release, riding a high I haven’t felt in a long time.

  “Fuck, Belle. Jesus Christ!” I let out a guttural roar as my orgasm rips through me, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. Wave after wave is pulling me under, hitting me again and again as we r
ide out the aftershocks in each other’s arms.

  When we finally collapse on the bed, I’m bereft as she rolls off me. I can’t take my eyes off her. Fucking hell, she’s amazing.

  “You were worth the wait, cowboy. Better than I imagined after the last time we met.” She smooths her long hair back off her face before meeting my gaze.

  “You were thinking about how I’d be in bed the last time I saw you?”

  “Is that a trick question? Have you seen you?” She makes me laugh.

  “I’m sure you meet hotter guys all the time on tour. Not some hometown cowboy.” Her gaze narrows as she rolls onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. She’s not shy, that’s for sure. The sheets pool at her waist, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

  “You really don’t see it, do you?”

  “What?”

  “How hot you are?”

  “I know I’m easy on the eye if that’s what you mean. I stay in shape. But I’m not anything to write home about.”

  “Oh my, God.” She reaches out, tracing the muscles of my chest down to where my happy trail disappears under the covers. “You’re stupid hot. Not the cute-guy-next-door hot or even the sexy-rocker hot. You’re not a touched-up movie kind of handsome either. You’re just straight-up sex-on-legs-make-a-grown-woman-weep insanely hot.”

  “Now you’re just stroking my ego.” I don’t believe her for a second.

  “I’m not. Ask yourself this, what do I have to gain by telling you this? I’m a one-night stand. The girl who rolls into town one night and is gone the next. I already have you in my bed, so I’m not trying to win you over.”

  “I suppose.”

  “There’s no suppose about it. You’re, by far, the hottest guy I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. This town of yours is full of sexy guys. You have a rodeo champion, his even hotter business partner, and movie-star royalty. There’s no way they should be outshone by anyone, and yet here you are, naked and rocking a seriously impressive cock in my bed. And the fact that you don’t even know how stupid hot you are only adds to your damn charm. You must get some serious action around here.”