More Than a Cowboy

by Tyler, Paige

  His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass and yanking her against him. He was already hard beneath his jeans, and she felt a fiery heat pool between her thighs at the contact.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dimly aware of the shower turning on upstairs and it occurred to her that she and Blaine were still dusty from the cow herding they’d done. As he kissed his way along her jaw to nibble on her ear, she considered saying to heck with getting cleaned up and doing it right there on the dining room table when Clint came down. But the prospect of having sex with Blaine in the shower was too irresistible.

  Heather threaded her fingers in Blaine’s hair, tugging his head up. “Come with me.”

  She didn’t give him a chance to answer, but instead took his hand in hers and led him out of the dining room and up the stairs.

  She heard the shower turn off as she and Blaine walked into the master bedroom, and she led him directly to the adjoining bathroom. Clint was standing in front of the mirror, a towel low around his waist, his muscular chest gloriously bare, his dark hair still wet from the shower. His eyes met hers in the glass, hot with anticipation.

  Her lips curved. “I figured Blaine and I could use a shower, too.”

  His mouth twitched. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  Heather turned back to Blaine. She wasn’t sure if Blaine would be comfortable undressing her with her husband leaning back against the counter watching, so she started on the buttons of her shirt. Blaine, however, mustn’t have been as shy as she thought because he immediately moved to help her. He undid her bra next, tenderly cupping her breasts when they spilled free of the silky fabric. Her nipples were already sensitive from being aroused all day, and she caught her breath when he gave her nipples a squeeze.

  Blaine grinned and slid his hands down her stomach to her belt. He gave it a tug, then undid the buttons so he could push her jeans over her hips. His hands lingered on her bare legs before he slowly took off her boots. The hands she’d placed on his shoulders to steady herself slid down the front of his shirt as he stood, and she automatically reached for the buttons on his shirt. When she had them undone, she slipped her hands inside his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his well-muscled arms.

  She raked her gaze over his broad chest and rock-hard abs. He was just as gorgeous as she’d remembered, and she couldn’t resist running her hands over all that manliness. Thanks to the tri mirror above the vanity, Heather could see their reflection as well as Clint’s expression. Her husband was watching intently, his dark eyes molten. She gave him a naughty smile.

  Turning back to Blaine, she wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of them, she sidled past him to the walk-in shower. It was big enough for Clint to join them if he wanted to, but something told her he was just going to watch tonight.

  Heather turned on the water, then looked over her shoulder at Blaine to find him standing where she’d left him.

  “Coming?” she asked as she moved to stand beneath the spray.

  He took off his boots, dropping them beside hers, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. Naked, and clearly not at all uncomfortable being that way in front of Clint, he stepped into the shower with her.

  Heather picked up the bottle of coconut scented body wash and squeezed some onto Blaine’s hand, then did the same to hers. He lathered it between his hands until they were nice and soapy, then slowly ran them up and down her body before focusing his attention on her breasts. She sighed as he cupped them in her hands, only to gasp as he tweaked her slippery nipples. He grinned roguishly and gave them another squeeze.

  Deciding two could play at that game, Heather ran her soapy hands over his shoulders and down his chest to tease his nipples like he was teasing hers. His didn’t seem nearly as sensitive, much to her consternation. Unable to get a rise out of him that way, she moved down his abs until she came to his hard cock, then she wrapped her hand around it.

  He inhaled sharply. She laughed, rubbing her thumb over the head as she went up on her toes to kiss him. He slid his hands down her back to grab hold of her ass. Then, before she could take a breath, he spun her around so that her back was to him. It put her behind the spray from the shower, and water cascaded down her back. She placed her hands on the wall and turned her head to glance over her shoulder at Blaine, but found herself locking eyes with her husband instead. The lust she saw there made her pussy quiver, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

  “That’s it, baby,” Clint urged. “Let him see how much you like putting on a show for me.”

  Heather moaned. It was like being in her own porn movie with her husband as director and her as the star. The only thing missing was the camera.

  Behind her, Blaine lathered her ass with sensual circular motions that had her arching her back. He must have thought it was her way of saying she was hankering for a spanking because he gave her a sharp smack on the right cheek that echoed in the shower and sent soap bubbles flying everywhere. He brought his hand down on the opposite cheek, this time a little harder. Heather let out a little squeal. He probably didn’t know it, but spanks stung a whole lot more on wet skin.

  She looked at him over her shoulder. “For a guy who’s never spanked a woman until yesterday, you sure know what you’re doing.”

  He flashed her a sexy grin. “I had a good teacher. And you have an ass that makes a man want to spank it.”

  Over by the vanity, Clint chuckled. “That she does.”

  She looked from Blaine to Clint and back again. “Then go ahead and spank me some more, sugar.”

  Giving him a saucy smile, Heather turned around and arched her back again, pushing out her ass in invitation.

  Blaine wrapped one arm around her waist and ran his soap-covered hand over her ass once, then twice, before bringing it down on her right cheek. Half a dozen more quick spanks followed the first, leaving her derriere stinging like crazy and her pussy dripping.

  Heather was about to reach down and touch herself when Blaine slipped his hand between her legs.

  “Let’s see how wet you are,” he said huskily.

  He glided his finger teasingly along the folds of her pussy, then pushed it into her depths in one smooth motion.

  “Mmm, you’re very wet.”

  Her lips curved. “We are in the shower.”

  He laughed, the sound soft and silky in her ear. “I don’t think that’s why you’re wet. I think it’s from getting spanked while your husband watches.”

  She cooed.

  He slid his finger out of her pussy and held it to her lips. “What do you think?”

  She moaned as the scent of her arousal filled her nose. Her juices smelled sweet and musky, and she obediently parted her lips to suck them from his finger.

  “You taste good, don’t you?” he asked softly.

  Heather could only let out another moan.

  “My turn to see just how good,” he rasped in her ear.

  She expected him to dip his finger in her pussy again so he could lick her juices from it like she’d done, but he surprised her by spinning her around and dropping to his knees in front of her. Heather caught her breath at the hunger in his eyes. Nothing made her feel more beautiful than when a man looked at her like that.

  Catching one of her legs in his hand, he lifted it until her foot was on his shoulder. Heather grabbed the showerhead to steady herself. With all the times she and Clint had made love in the shower, they’d never done it in this position. She definitely liked Blaine’s creativity. From the glint in her husband’s eyes, so did he.

  Eyes locked with hers, Blaine leaned forward to press his lips to the inside of her upraised thigh. His mouth was hot on her skin, and she found herself holding her breath as he trailed a path of scorching kisses down her thigh to the neatly trimmed red curls between her legs.

  Using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, he slowly ran his tongue up one side of her folds almost all the way to her clit but not quite, then glided down the other sid
e. He lifted his head with a groan.

  “You taste as delicious as I thought you would,” he said.

  Heather opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came out was a sigh as he bent his head to put his tongue back on her. He repeated the same motion as before, getting closer and closer to the sensitive nub so many times she was sure she’d go insane if he didn’t lick her clit.

  She was about to chance taking one hand off the showerhead so she could grab him by the hair and put his mouth where she wanted it when she felt Blaine’s tongue swirl around her clit. She moaned, gripping the showerhead tightly as made lazy circles on it. She desperately wanted to wiggle her hips in time with his movements so she could grind against him, but her precarious position combined with a slick floor made that impossible. Not that she was complaining. Blaine was doing an excellent job of going down on her.

  As he lapped at her clit, Blaine reached around with the other to cup her ass cheek. Her skin was still tingly from the spanking he’d given her, and she let out a little, “Oooh.”

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  He didn’t. Instead, he alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue and swirling it round and round. That alone would have been enough to drive her crazy with pleasure, but then Blaine slid his finger inside her pussy. She gasped, her grip on the showerhead tightening as he wiggled his finger back and forth. The two sensations, along with his hand on her ass, sent her spiraling out of control.

  On the other side of the room, Clint was still watching intently. “Are you coming, babe?”

  Heather thought she might have said yes, but she wasn’t sure. It might have gotten lost in the long, continuous moan she let out.

  Her husband grinned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Come for him. Come for me.”

  Heather tried to maintain eye contact with Clint as she came, but the orgasm that coursed through her was so powerful she could barely stand, much less keep her eyes open, and she let her head fall back to rest against the expensive imported tile.

  Blaine continued to lash at her clit with his tongue until she was so sensitive she couldn’t take any more. Even then, he didn’t stop, but instead moved his tongue more and more slowly, coaxing every last bit of bliss from her. When he was done, he pressed his lips to the inside of one trembling thigh before finally lifting his head to look at her.

  Heather gazed down at him for a long moment, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her climax. Blaine gently lowered her foot to the floor, keeping a strong arm wrapped around her. Which was a good thing, because she wasn’t very steady. However, she was steady enough to take his face between her hands and kiss him hard on the mouth.

  “Why don’t you get down on your knees and thank Blaine for licking your pussy, Heather?”

  Clint’s softly spoken suggestion made Heather quiver all over again, and she obediently knelt down in front of Blaine. The water streamed down behind him, making him look like something out of a fantasy, and she could barely contain her excitement as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Aware of Clint watching, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the head of Blaine’s penis. Even though he was slightly wet from being underneath the shower earlier, she could still taste his natural musk, and she let out a soft “Mmm,” of appreciation.

  Palming his balls with her other hand, she slowly ran her tongue up and down his cock. As she did, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw that Clint had dropped the towel and wrapped his hand around his erection. She’d never realized how sexy watching a man touch himself could be until she met Clint, but seeing him pumping his big hand up and down his cock was so mesmerizing she almost forgot she was supposed to be giving Blaine a blowjob.

  She closed her lips around the head of his penis and sucked gently. Above her, Blaine sucked in his breath. While it was tempting to let him slide all the way down her throat, she wanted to torment him like he’d tormented her. So, she continued to tease the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue round and round until he groaned in obvious frustration. Taking pity on him, she ran her tongue over the head once more before taking him deep.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Clint urged. “Suck on that cock.”

  Heather couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s words as she moved her mouth up and down on Blaine’s shaft. It would have been so easy to make him come right then, but she wasn’t done teasing him. And she definitely wasn’t done putting on a show for her husband. She let Blaine’s shaft slide out of her mouth and concentrated on his balls instead, running her tongue over their velvety softness as she gently continued to massage them.

  “Damn, you’re good at that,” Blaine said hoarsely.

  Heather felt a surge of pride at the compliment. She’d have to remember to thank him later.

  Cupping his balls more firmly in her hand, she traced a path up his penis with her tongue before taking his entire length into her mouth again. Blaine let out a ragged gasp as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She held him there, reveling in how good he felt filling her mouth.

  Moaning, she began to move her mouth on him, sliding up to the very tip of his shaft before taking all of him deep. Blaine slid his hand into her wet hair, gently thrusting his hips in time to her movements. He went a little deeper each time until he was pushing his cock completely down her throat. Heather murmured her approval. She loved it when a guy fucked her mouth like that.

  Realizing he was probably close to orgasm, she pulled her mouth away to pump him with her hand. She made a swirling motion as she did so, tightening her grip on the way up, then lightly teasing the head with her thumb before going back down.

  “Oh God,” he rasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

  She smiled up at him. “That’s right. I am going to make you come. All over my breasts. Would you like that?”

  Blaine’s only answer was to groan as hot jets of cum shot out to splash on her breasts. It dripped down, clinging to each nipple like glistening pearls. She pumped her hand faster, stopping only when she was sure she had milked him of every drop. By the time she was done, Blaine was the one who had to press a hand to the wall to steady himself.

  Heather gave him a sexy little smile and got to her feet. Then she pulled him down for a kiss.

  “Just to let you know. You taste good, too,” she whispered.

  Licking her lips, she moved beneath the spray to rinse off, then stepped out of the shower and walked over to where Clint was waiting, leaving Blaine to play voyeur this time.

  Clint was hot and hard and throbbing, and she dropped down in front of him. Rather than slowly run her tongue up and down his shaft like she’d done to Blaine, she took him in her hand, then closed her lips around the head and took his entire length completely in her mouth.

  Her husband let out a throaty groan and slid his hands in her long hair, guiding her as she moved up and down on him. Heather sucked on him greedily, sliding all the way up to the tip of his cock and swirling her tongue over the head before taking him deep again. She repeated the move over and over, following along with her hand and squeezing his shaft as she went. She cupped his heavy balls in her other hand, lightly caressing them with her fingers as she sucked him off, something she knew always drove him wild.

  “That’s it, baby,”

  The words were soft and husky, urging her on. She took him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head until he was as deep down her throat as he could go. Then she slid her mouth up his length and did it all over again.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “Make me come.”

  Heather quickened her pace, bobbing up and down on his erection while she massaged his balls. He thrust his hips, plunging his cock down her throat every time she took him deep. She moved her mouth faster and faster until he groaned his release. His cum was hot and sweet as it filled her mouth, and she moaned at the taste, swallowing all of it.

  Heather slowed her movements, gently gliding up and down on him until his fingers tigh
tened in her hair. Taking her hand, he pulled her upright to cover her mouth with his. She was so caught up in the erotic dance his tongue was doing with hers that she almost forgot Blaine.

  She reluctantly tore herself away from Clint to turn her gaze on Blaine. He was regarding them with a mix of awe and lust in his blue eyes.

  “That was damn hot,” he said.

  Heather exchanged looks with her husband, then grinned at the ranch hand. “Just wait until next time.”

  Chapter Four

  Heather was all ready to show Blaine exactly what she meant by those words the next night, but the storm that rolled through in the early morning hours brought heavy rains and gusting winds, which meant there was a lot of work to be done around the ranch afterward. Besides mending fences that had gotten knocked down and cleaning out watering holes that were littered with sticks and tree branches, they had to rustle up cattle which had wandered off. As if that weren’t enough, one of the mares had decided to have her foal right in the middle of everything. Blaine had helped birth the colt alongside her and Clint, and Heather noticed not only how skilled he was, but also how caring. When she remarked on it to him later, however, he shrugged and said it was what any good ranch hand would do. Dang. Not only was he great with women and horses, but he was modest, too.

  She got to see Blaine’s skill as a ranch hand again the next day when Clint asked him to help break in Ginger, a new horse they’d recently picked up. Ginger was already comfortable being around her husband, and she was glad to see the mare took to Blaine just as quickly. If Ginger hadn’t, the ranch hand would never have been able to break her in.

  Just because Ginger was okay with Blaine, that didn’t mean getting the bridle on her the first time was any easier. But Blaine was patient with the mare, gently coaxing the bit between her teeth, then slipping the bridle over her head. He and Clint let Ginger get used to wearing it before introducing her to a saddle. Clint held the reins while Blaine put on the saddle. Or tried to, anyway. Ginger clearly wasn’t too sure about having something on her back, no matter how comfortable she was with the men. Once again, Blaine didn’t rush her. Instead he sweet-talked her into letting him put it on her using soft words and a gentle hand.