Big Cowboy (Blue Collar Heat Book 3)

by Ava Kyle

  “Sure,” she says.

  “Sounds good.”

  It sounds like a disaster in the making, but I can’t back out of it without raising his suspicion. He’s already giving me the evil eye. If he knew I just had my tongue down his sister’s throat, he’d be giving me a black eye instead. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the rest of the day. My cock’s still semi-hard, and all I can think about is bending Emily over a hay bale. Leave it to me to get my dick in a pickle.

  After an uneventful trip to town, I help Brendan repair the water trough. We finish up then part ways to clean up for dinner. I can’t wait to get into my house so I can strip naked and take care of the damn steel cock I’ve been having to contend with all day.

  I rip off my clothes and toss them in the hamper before padding into the bathroom. After waiting about a minute, warm water cascades down the walls of the shower. I step in and wash mud and dirt from my body. Even as covered up as I am out there, dirt will find a way into my socks.

  As I lean a hand against the shower wall, I sigh. Kissing Emily was a huge mistake. If I didn’t know what it felt like, then I could live without it. But now that I know, I’m desperate to kiss her again. I don’t know how I’ll get through dinner without staring at her lips. So soft, and plump, and kissable.

  I groan and wrap my hand around the length of my cock. Contrary to what Brendan assumes, I haven’t been with a woman in months. I don’t meet many women on the ranch, and I only run into town when absolutely necessary. So, it’s just been me and my hand for a long time—too long if you ask me.

  As I fist my cock, I picture her stunning figure. Perky breasts, a slender waist, and curves to die for, she’s a wet dream come to life.

  But she’s more than that.

  Even though I’ve only known her for a day, I can tell that underneath her tough outer shell, she’s a sweetheart with a broken heart. That crash spun her out harder than she thinks. I saw the fire in her eyes when we kissed. I want to see that fire all the time, not just when I touch her. Somebody needs to bring her back to life, but it can’t be me. Brendan trusts me, and I can’t destroy our friendship over her. It wouldn’t be right.

  But… those lips. I’d give anything to spend one night with those lips wrapped around my cock.

  I stroke harder, rougher.

  She’d lick my shaft from head to tip, then drag her sweet little tongue across my balls. Yeah, nice and slow, just the way I like it.

  My hips jerk as the fantasy evolves. She’s on her back, legs spread wide. Her little pink lips glisten with arousal. I slide between her hips and drive into her.

  My eyelids squeeze tighter. My hips pump. My cock throbs. I thrust deeper, faster. A guttural groan spills from my lips.

  “Emily,” I whisper.

  The shower drowns out my voice, but it can’t block my cries of pleasure as I come hard enough to buckle my knees. I crack them against the tile. Hands splayed out to brace me. Head down. Cock jerking the last spurts into the flowing water.

  What is she doing to me? I’ve never been like this before, so desperate and needy. But ever since she walked onto the ranch, I’ve been a wreck. I know she wants me too, but we’re trying to do the right thing, the honorable thing. But right now, my lust for her is anything but honorable.

  4

  Emily

  Dinner is a disaster. Dallas and I can’t stop stealing glances at each other. Only a moron would miss the tension in the air. My brother’s not an idiot. He knows something’s up, but he hasn’t said a word. Instead, he’s cast disapproving glances at whomever he catches ogling the other person. I’m so glad dinner’s over.

  “Want anything for dessert?” Brendan asks.

  “I’m stuffed.” I pat my stomach for emphasis.

  “Me too,” Dallas says.

  “Too stuffed for cherry pie?”

  A flush creeps up my face. Dirty thoughts. Ugh!

  “No thanks. Maybe tomorrow night,” I say.

  “Same. I’ve got some reading to do tonight,” Dallas says.

  “What are you reading?” I ask.

  “A non-fiction book about the history of horse domestication.”

  “Seriously?”

  “What, you don’t think I’m an intellectual?” He raises a brow.

  Brendan busts up laughing.

  “What?” Dallas frowns. “I’m more than just dumb muscle.”

  “I’m sure you are.” I can’t help but rake my gaze across his chest. Based on what I felt earlier, he’s solid muscle.

  Brendan rolls his eyes. He stands and begins clearing the dishes.

  “You need help in there?” Dallas asks.

  “I’ve got it. You guys head out. I’ll see you in the morning. We’re running the back fence line. I want to show Emily how to repair barbed wire.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “See you at dawn.” Dallas and I head toward the door. He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me out onto the porch. “What are you up to tonight?”

  “I’m not sure yet.”

  I can’t take my eyes off him. I know exactly what I want for dessert—him. But I don’t dare to tell him. That would be totally reckless. I’m not like that, not anymore. The accident taught me an important lesson. I may want to race into things, but I shouldn’t, because one wrong move will send me face-first into a wall.

  We stop outside my cabin.

  “I guess it’s goodnight,” he says.

  “Would you like to come in for a minute?” I shouldn’t ask, but I do. I guess I never was good with lessons. Gentlemen start your engines.

  “I probably shouldn’t.”

  “Right.”

  “But if it’s only for a minute…” He turns to look toward the main house. Several bushy pines block the view. You can’t see my front porch from it. So, we’re safe. If you can call it that. Nothing about this is safe. It’s rash and wild and deliciously forbidden. But it’s what I want. I want him.

  I open the door and step inside. He follows me. The door closes. We start at each other, unmoving, unspeaking. And then it happens. Like a fuse ignited. Like a green flag at the start of a race. We close the distance and press our bodies together.

  His hands are on my ass. I toss his Stetson on the couch and glide my fingers through his hair. I’m on my tiptoes to kiss him. Our lips meet, and sparks flare throughout my entire body, awakening desires I’ve never experienced with any other man. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this.

  His hunger. His need. It’s palpable. An enigma. A revelation. I’ve never yearned for anyone so deeply.

  “This is so wrong,” he mumbles against my lips.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” I fire back.

  I’m sick of denying this heat between us. Nothing can keep me away from this man. I know what’s at risk, but right now, I don’t care. And I’ll freely admit it, because this is how I live—Wild. Reckless. Free.

  I’ve missed this aspect of my life, but he’s giving it back to me with every forbidden kiss and every tortured caress. I can sense his hesitation. He’s reluctant to violate the bonds of friendship, but he can’t deny this attraction either. It’s burning through him as much as it’s burning through me.

  “Make me stop,” he murmurs.

  “No.”

  I reach for the buttons on his shirt. Each time I release a new button, another inch of perfect skin is revealed. My mouth waters. I want to lick the thin trail of hair pointing toward the vee of his hips. And then glide my tongue lower.

  My mouth is on his throat. He groans and backs me toward the kitchen table. He lifts me onto it. My legs wrap around his waist as he peels my shirt off. His mouth scorches my throat. Teeth scrape against my throbbing pulse. I shiver.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

  Before I can respond, his lips capture mine. His hands slide up from my waist to cup my breasts. Through the silky fabric of my bra, he flicks my nipples with his thumb. I groan. Pleasure slithers d
own my spine. Heat pools in my core.

  He flicks open the hooks on my bra, and suddenly I’m free of it. Free to press my chest against his. Free to indulge in the fantasy that’s held me captive from the moment I met him.

  I kiss the smooth skin along his collar bone, flicking my tongue out to taste the slightly salty flesh. His pulse flutters against my tongue. He palms my breasts, gently cradling them in his hands. He throws his head back, exposing his neck to my roving kisses.

  As I nibble lower, I pause to swirl my tongue around his nipple. He gasps and arches into me. I tease his other nipple with equal intensity until he’s growling. His feral moans thrill me. I’m running on pure instinct. I’ve never been so intimate with a man before, but it feels natural. Like we’re meant to be together.

  My fingers find his belt buckle. I struggle with it until he pushes my hands to the side. He slides the leather free and tosses the belt toward the couch. It cracks against the floor. A devilish grin slides across his face. I bite my lower lip.

  He guides my fingers to his zipper. I take over. Each click sends fresh waves of desire pulsing into my pussy. Damp panties cling to my ultra-sensitive lips. Until now, I’ve never really thought about who might be my first. But I know now that it has to be him.

  I push his jeans down. His cock pokes against blue boxers. The outline is huge. I swallow down a sudden flutter of intimidation. I don’t know what I’m doing, but he does. Will he realize that I’m totally inexperienced? Will I do something that will tip him off?

  Worry courses through me. I push it aside. This is no different than the second before the start of a race when nerves threaten to defeat me. They’ve never won before, so why would I let them win now?

  I won’t. I’m in control. I’ve got this.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Just admiring you.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He yanks his boxers down to reveal his huge cock.

  “Oh, boy,” I mutter.

  “Don’t let it scare you.” He grins. “It’s just like any other cock, only bigger.”

  “Huge.”

  “Yeah.” Pride infuses his tone with overwhelming confidence. He knows exact what he’s doing. He’s done this before—many times, according to Brendan. Is this special at all? Or does that even matter?

  I stop letting negative thoughts dampen my enthusiasm. Fuck that bitchy voice in my head. I’ve got a fine as hell guy—naked—in my kitchen. I’m going to take full advantage of him. I’ll figure out all the implications later.

  As I wrap my hand around his cock, he moans. His fingers stray down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

  I stroke him slowly, amazed by how something so hard on the inside can be so soft on the outside. It’s warm velvet over steel. And it’s all mine.

  I want to taste him, so I slide off the table and guide him over to the couch. He sits. I kneel before him. Lamp light catches the blue veins running through his cock. The intricate pattern becomes a path for my tongue. He’s sweet and salty. A hint of lemon-scented soap curls into my nose. I inhale deeply.

  He brushes his cock against my lips. I tentatively lick the tip, then whirl my tongue around the head. I look up to find him watching me. His pupils are dilated. Sparks of gold around his irises catch the light to give him an almost otherworldly glow. He’s magnificent.

  I brace my hands on his thighs and lean in to take the length of him into my mouth. He’s huge. At least nine inches, maybe more, but I manage to take most of it. My nostrils flare as I pull back to release him. Then I reclaim him again and again until his hips thrust ever so slightly.

  Encouraged by his response, I keep going. I softly caress his balls and cradle them in my palm. His breath hitches before shuddering out. His eyes close. His lips part. Pure ecstasy consumes his face.

  I continue licking, sucking, tasting him until his fingers slide into my hair. He drags me away.

  “Wait.”

  “I wasn’t done.” I give him a seductive smile.

  “I want to taste you.”

  “Okay.”

  He lifts me onto the couch while simultaneously taking my place on the floor. I don’t know how he can move so effortlessly. How can a rough and tumble cowboy also be so graceful? It’s crazy.

  As he strips my jeans, I shiver.

  “Are you cold?” he asks.

  “A little.”

  “I’ll go stick more wood in the stove. Hold tight.”

  He grabs a throw off the back of the couch and uses it to cover me. I drape it across my body, then fiddle with it while he stokes the fire.

  When he returns, he drops to his knees. He kisses the inside of each of my thighs before trailing his tongue closer to my wet center. No one’s ever touched me like this. My belly clenches against fluttering nerves. My legs tremble.

  “Relax,” he murmurs.

  His breath is warm on my damp folds. When his tongue taps against my mound, I jolt.

  “Sensitive?” he asks.

  “Very.”

  “Then I’ll go slow.”

  And he does. With long, luxurious strokes, his tongue melts away my jitters. By the time he licks my clit, I’m a puddle of wanton need. I burn for him, and he loves it. His self-assured smile presses against my trembling pussy. Tension coils tighter into a ball that’s ready to burst.

  I lay back, legs spread, my heart in my throat. My fingers grip the muscles in his shoulders. I hold on for dear life as he pushes me closer to the edge.

  Then I break.

  I scream, unable to hold the tortured sound back as waves of ecstasy roll through me. Forget those AA batteries, this is so much better.

  When the last tremble of pleasure radiates through me, I collapse. He smiles.

  “They probably heard you scream all the way to Billings.”

  “That’s hundreds of miles away.”

  “Like I said.” He arches a brow.

  I laugh.

  “Come here.”

  He pulls me close. We’re locked in a passionate kiss when someone pounds on the front door.

  “Shit,” I whisper. “It’s probably Brendan.”

  I jump off the couch and grab Dallas’ clothes. I thrust them into his hands.

  “Hide! My bedroom. No—the bathroom! Shit.”

  “Calm down. I’ll hide in your room.” He kisses me before heading into the bedroom.

  I toss my clothes in after him then pull on a robe. I close the bedroom door and hope Brendan doesn’t question it. I attempt to comb my hair back into place with my fingers.

  The knocking is incessant.

  “I’m coming!”

  On the way to the door, I spot Dallas’ belt. I quickly kick it under the couch and pray it can’t be seen from the other side.

  I open the door.

  “Dammit, Emily. Why did you take so long to open the door? I thought someone was in here murdering you.” Brendan pushes past me to invade my living room. “What happened?”

  “I… uh, I was getting ready to take a shower, and I saw a spider.”

  “A spider?” He gives me an incredulous smile. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. Don’t you spray for pests?” I tighten the belt on my robe.

  “Where is it? Was it a black widow?”

  “It was big… and brown.”

  “Was it hairy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It might be a Wolf Spider. Where was it?”

  “In the shower.” Thank God I didn’t send Dallas to the bathroom.

  As Brendan heads toward the bathroom, I notice the tip of Dallas’ belt is poking out from underneath the couch. When his back is to me, I casually walk over and use my foot to shove it under the couch.

  “I don’t see anything,” he calls.

  “Maybe it ran away.”

  “I’ll spray tomorrow.” He returns from the bathroom. “You look flushed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yep. Just scared of the spider.” I corral him toward the
front door. “I’m going to head to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

  “I could bring bug spray over tonight.”

  “Nope. I’m sure he’s gone—it’s gone. The spider.”

  “Okay. Have a good night.”

  After I practically shove him out the door, I close it. I peek through the curtains until he passes the grove of trees before heading into my bedroom. It’s empty. The window’s open a crack, and there’s a fresh trail of boot prints in the snow. I close the window and sigh. So much for hot sex with Dallas. Leave it up to my brother to ruin it. But this isn’t my only chance. There’s always tomorrow.

  5

  Dallas

  I thought for sure Brendan was going to catch us last night. However, he hasn’t been acting strange at all today. So, we’re safe. For now. I can’t imagine what he would have done had he caught me face-first in her pussy. A shotgun might have been involved.

  We’ve been working along the back fence line showing Emily how to repair barbed wire. She’s been giving me salacious grins when her brother isn’t looking, but I don’t dare return the favor. I’m not thrilled about what we’re doing behind Brendan’s back. Although I want her more than ever, it’s too risky. I need to talk to her about it the next time we have a chance to be alone. I like her a lot, but I hardly know her.

  As Emily finishes wiring a section of fence together, Brendan wipes the back of his gloved hand across his brow.

  “She’s doing a great job,” he says.

  “I’m good at everything I do.” A dazzling smile brightens her face. “Besides, this isn’t complicated. Try learning to change a tire in ten seconds.”

  “You can do that?” I ask, amazed.

  “Yep. If you think racing cars is stressful, it’s nothing compared to being in the pit. You’ve got to get that driver out asap. One wrong move and you could cost him the race. I’m so glad I’m not doing that anymore. Give me barbed wire over a lug nut any day.”