Cowboy 12 Pack

by Cynthia D’Alba, Paige Tyler, Elle James, Donna Michaels, Shoshanna Evers, Randi Alexander, Cora Seton, Beth Williamson, Sabrina York, Sable Hunter, Lexi Post, Becky McGraw

  TJ stared into his eyes and the pulse between she and Hank grew stronger. He had the uncontrollable urge to grab her and kiss her so hard that she’d forget her name.

  Instead, he grinned and tried to be nonchalant, when he was feeling anything but. “Let’s go inside, then, and see if we can feed your hunger. Wait right there.”

  He thought he saw her shudder, and for damn sure her nipples were as erect as his dick. Damn, he never thought he’d almost expire from wanting. He opened the door to the truck and ran around to the driver’s side. He opened the door like he thought a gentleman would and bowed to her, then offered his hand to assist her.

  She laughed at his foolishness. It took off the razor edge of the desperation he was feeling.

  TJ placed her hand in his and he felt the contact all the way down to his size-fourteen feet. It was as if a bolt of electricity had leapt from skin to skin. His erection was now blue steel.

  She stepped out and he slammed the truck door. Without ever breaking his gaze, she flicked the lock button on her remote control. She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out the hotel room card key.

  “The magic kingdom awaits,” he murmured, taking the card key from her.

  He realized he had about one more minute before he wouldn’t be able stand it anymore. He had to kiss her. Had to touch her. He put his hand on the small of her back and practically pushed her to the hotel room door. He fumbled trying to put the card key in the slot. He cursed heartily when it didn’t work the first time. Or the second. Or the third.

  She chuckled and took it from his hand before he snapped it in two.

  “It’s temperamental. Let me try,” she said.

  Hank breathed in deeply and realized that was a mistake. She smelled flowery up close, not like a perfume, but more like something she washed with. It wasn’t overpowering, but rather seductive, like a garden on a hot Southern night. He held his breath until the green light glowed on the lock.

  “Hallelujah!” he muttered as she opened the door. When she stepped inside, he followed in like a puppy on its master’s heels. Oh, Lord, he felt like an oversexed seventeen-year-old boy about to get laid for the first time. What was it about this woman?

  The cool room was like any other, a cheesy-looking bedspread, an RCA TV with the remote control glued to the nightstand. A small, round table and two chairs, and a noisy air conditioner. It was cranking and wheezing like a ninety-year-old man in a marathon. He didn’t care if it sounded like a Harley. He doubted he would notice.

  TJ turned and locked both locks on the door, then drew the curtains closed. The twilight sky disappeared along with the rest of the world. That was when he realized his own hands were trembling.

  *

  SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT about this. TJ couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was definitely different.

  She had never felt such anticipation, this incredibly heightened awareness of a man. Her sexual encounters were limited. She had lost her virginity to a cowboy at the age of sixteen. It had been a messy, painful experience she hadn’t repeated for five years. Since then, she had chosen her partners very carefully, so that she was never with the same man more than once, and never out of control of the situation.

  Now, she felt completely out of control. Like a very fine thread of restraint had snapped, and she would never be the same.

  She’d never had such fanciful notions before, but they appeared now in her head regardless of her pragmatism. This felt different.

  Hank’s blue eyes were heavy-lidded and ravenous. He perused her from the top of her head down to her Justin’s boots and back again.

  “Damn woman, I can’t wait any longer.”

  Then he was kissing her. No, check that. He was devouring her. His mustache tickled against her skin as his hot mouth melded with hers. Tongues danced and mated like twining snakes. Licking, sucking and kissing until they were breathless.

  Hank finally broke free and rested his forehead against hers; his breath blew against her open mouth so they were breathing in each other.

  “Damn, I’m dizzy.”

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him against her. He was so dang big; it was like hugging an oak tree wrapped in cotton.

  He kissed her ear, slowly laving the shell with his tongue. Her nipples grew impossibly tight as each lick echoed in a ripple down her body. She was incredibly aroused. More aroused than she’d ever been in her life. His hands began roaming up and down her body, squeezing her ass, dipping lower to tease the cleft of her jeans.

  “I think you have too many clothes on,” he whispered as he gently bit her ear lobe.

  “I think you have too many clothes on too.” Her voice belonged to someone else. Some sex goddess from the 1950s maybe.

  She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and began peeling it up his body as he did the same to hers. When they reached their shoulders, the shirts tangled up in the arms and they ended up bumping into each other. The first press of flesh on flesh.

  “Take off the bra,” he rasped as the T-shirts landed in the corner and his big, callused hands cradled her breasts. “Please.”

  TJ was only too happy to oblige. She reached behind her, trying to concentrate on the hooks instead of those thumbs rubbing back and forth across her rock hard nipples. When she finally got all the hooks undone, he grabbed hold of each shoulder strap and inched it off little by little. She watched his eyes. They were positively on fire when her nipples finally broke free of the purple lace.

  “I’ll be damned,” he said reverently as his bare hands closed around her bare skin. “They’re cinnamon-colored.”

  The first tweak of his fingers sent a jolt to her pussy, which was now throbbing and aching like a starving animal.

  She reached out and touched his chest too. Marble slabs covered in tanned flesh with whorls of blond hair. His nipples were dark pink and as erect as hers. She used her manicured fingernails to scrape lightly over them once. Twice. He hissed and tweaked her nipples harder.

  TJ could barely see straight, much less think straight, but she saw the impossible. His cock was actually poking out of the top of his jeans. It was that big and hard.

  Holy shit.

  Her original assessment of Big Hank was right on target. She reached for the button of his Levis to release the beast, but his hand stopped her.

  “Wait, Cinnamon Girl; if you touch that right now, I’m liable to come all over you.”

  She grinned up into his blue eyes, “We can start over then, right?”

  He grinned back, “I want to make it good for you, darlin’, so just hang on, and let me drive, okay?”

  It wasn’t in TJ’s nature to give over the reins to anyone, but she felt safe with Hank. After a very brief inner struggle, she pulled her hands back and let herself just feel.

  He got down on his knees and his head was level with her breasts. As he fondled one nipple to an almost painful hardness, his mouth began to work wonders on the other.

  Hank had a talented mouth. His tongue seemed to be double-jointed as it licked and nudged her nipple. His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive tips as his tongue caressed the areole. When he took the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply, she felt each tug way down deep inside. Even as he sucked, his tongue was busy teasing and dancing over her flesh.

  When he let the nipple out of his mouth, his tongue reached out and laved it one last time.

  “I don’t want to play favorites.” He then proceeded to lick, nibble and suck her other nipple. His big hand closed around the recently released nipple and the damp flesh puckered even more.

  “Goddamn.” She was half-afraid she was going to come from just having her nipples licked. In fact, she was moving her hips slightly back and forth with each stroke.

  Oh, Jesus, he was going to make her come.

  Just seconds before she was ready to explode, he stood, and with one last, wet kiss, let her breasts go. Her disappointment was a keening cry that she couldn�
��t keep in her throat.

  “Easy, girl. I’m just getting started.”

  He grabbed hold of her waist and walked her backwards toward the bed. Her hands itched to rip off his jeans, but she let him keep hold of the reins. For now. His chest hairs tickled her nipples; oversensitized from the tongue-lashing they had just received, they the buds throbbed anew.

  “Please, Hank, I need… I just need.”

  “I know, darlin’, hang on.”

  He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, took off her boots and socks, then slid off her jeans and her panties, which were embarrassingly stuck to her nether lips. As she stepped out of them, he looked up at her and smiled.

  “Every bit as sexy as I imagined. Damn, girl, you’re just perfect.”

  TJ’s heart fluttered and tears pricked her eyes. Hank made her feel beautiful, made her feel perfect. The dark, hooded expression in his eyes told her that his words were truthful. It wasn’t bullshit to get her into bed, not that he’d need any words.

  “No fair. You need to be naked too.”

  He smiled again and kneeled in front of her. As he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, he reached out and licked her pussy. One long lick that had her blood pumping like a steam engine.

  “Mmmm, you are so ready for me.”

  “You could say that again,” she said shakily.

  He finished opening his jeans, button by frigging button, and his cock finally sprang free. The sheer size of him momentarily stunned TJ. She had seen a few male members in her time, as well as pictures of course. But Hank was, well, he was magnificent.

  “Like it?” His lopsided grin widened as he shimmied off his pants, boots and socks.

  She tried not to stare, but goddamn, it was hard not to.

  “I don’t think I could like it any more unless it was inside me,” she whispered.

  Hank sucked in his breath at her bold response. She couldn’t help it; she was on fire from the top of her head to her toes. She was pulsing, throbbing, needing him.

  He stood and cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her as he lowered her back onto the bed. The cool touch of the air-conditioned bedspread was a shock for her fevered body. His tongue laved and caressed the inside of her mouth as his cock pressed against her mons. His hair fell gently onto her bare skin, tantalizing and tickling.

  Oh, Jesus, she needed him. Now.

  “Please.” Her ragged voice surprised even her.

  “Give me a half a second.” He reached down to his jeans and pulled out his wallet, then slipped out a condom and threw the wallet back on the floor. As he sheathed himself in the rubber, she promised herself that, before tomorrow arrived, she was going to give him a tongue bath he’d never forget. Neither would she.

  When he lay back on top of her, she immediately opened her legs and felt the weight of his erection. It was wonderfully hard and pulsing.

  “We’ll go slow later, but please, now, Hank, now.” She hated that she was begging.

  He sensed her desperation, or his own desperation engulfed him. Regardless, he slid into her as if he was made to be there.

  “Oh, Jesus, you’re so tight. So tight,” he said into her ear as he trembled above her.

  And he filled her. Literally filled her. It was incredible. She felt whole. Nothing had ever felt better. After a few moments, he began to move.

  “Hank,” she started, then simply let herself feel the power of their mating.

  He started slowly, sliding in and out of her wetness. Her hips rose to meet each thrust.

  “Tessa, I can’t hold back. I don’t want to hurt you.” his voice burst from his throat with each thrust.

  “Don’t hold back,” she responded.

  Oh, no, she didn’t want to hold back. She wanted to let loose and fly.

  His balls slapped against her ass as he began to pound into her in earnest. He was fucking her like they were headed for the moon—hard, fast and with every particle of energy they had.

  He was touching her womb with each thrust and the pleasure was so keen, she held back her orgasm to savor. She tightened around him slowly, tighter and tighter as she spiraled out of control.

  “I’m so close, so close. Come with me, Tessa.”

  “Yes.” She hissed as she grabbed his shoulders and raised her legs up to circle his waist.

  Then she exploded. Like the grand finale at the fireworks show, or tequila on an open fire. Hot, colorful bursts of pleasure streaked through her. She jerked and trembled with the force of her release.

  Hank shouted her name as he buried himself inside her as far as he could. She could feel him pulsing as his orgasm shook him. His neck muscles were corded and strained and his eyes were squeezed shut. He gasped and sucked in a breath of air as if he’d been holding his breath.

  As the pleasure began to fade, his arms began to tremble. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. His hair was like a curtain over them, cocooning them from the outside world.

  “I’m too heavy,” he protested.

  “No, you’re not,” she said as he settled his weight on hers. He covered her like a warm, hard blanket. It was exactly where she wanted him. It was perfect.

  She couldn’t wait to do it again.

  Chapter Six

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  HANK HAD NEVER, in all his thirty-four years, ever had an experience like it. He was embarrassed to admit that it would take him a few hours to recover. He was absolutely wrung dry. His entire frigging body was shaking like a newborn calf.

  Whatever he had expected from bedding her, it wasn’t a life-changing experience. Nevertheless, goddamn it, paint him blue and stick him on a flagpole, he felt changed. He felt—and it sounded like something from a romance novel—but he felt like he’d found a place to belong.

  Hank had spent a lot of his life on the road, from rodeo to rodeo. His only concern was the next paycheck, the next drink and the next lay. Not necessarily in that order. He had no family to speak of back in Texas. His parents were both dead, and his sister had disappeared years ago. His life was the rodeo.

  Until now.

  Until Tessa Jean Maguire slammed into him. She was so different, so full of spirit. Seeing how she looked at the world compared to him gave him a completely different perspective on life.

  He figured it was true what they said. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

  He had fallen. Hard.

  *

  “I WANT TO give you a massage.”

  They were lying together, spoon-style, under the cover of a lone sheet.

  TJ wiggled around until she could look him in the eye. “I’ve never had a massage. I was always too embarrassed to get one.”

  He frowned. “I don’t know why you would be embarrassed.”

  She rolled her eyes and lightly punched him in the arm.

  “Geez, Hank, you can’t pretend I’m one of those cute little buckle bunnies that try to ride you. I’m a big girl. I don’t feel…comfortable with my clothes off in front of a stranger.”

  He shook his head. “I won’t pretend to understand why you think being big is a bad thing. I’ve always been big. I think you’re one sexy woman. I’ll give you a ride anytime. Anywhere.”

  He waggled his eyebrows and she laughed. “More than eight seconds’ worth, right?”

  His grimaced, and she laughed again.

  “How did I know about that? You’d be surprised what you hear walking around the bull pens and the bronc corrals.”

  He laughed with her and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on the forehead.

  “I want to touch you all over, to please you. Please, Tessa let me.”

  When he called her Tessa, she melted a bit inside, like butter on hot toast.

  “Okay.”

  She rolled over on her stomach and he pulled the sheet back. He lightly slapped her on the ass.

  “Ow!”

  “Don’t be a baby, TJ,” he said as he straddled her with his great, hairy thighs.

  To her ut
ter delight, his cock rested in the crack of her ass. A heavy weight that seemed to have a life of its own. Sliding up and down as his hands traveled up and down her back.

  And his hair. Oh, Lord, she loved his hair. It swayed back and forth on her skin, just barely touching, teasing.

  Hank found knots that had probably been there for five years or more. His large hands kneaded and caressed her until she felt languid. Like a sated angel that had landed in heaven.

  “Mmmm, I think I’ve changed my mind about this massage thing. I may have to do this again.”

  He stopped and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Nobody touches this back but me.”

  TJ was so surprised, she didn’t respond at first.

  “What does that mean?”

  He stopped and rested his hands on her waist. “Damned if I know. It just came out of my mouth.”

  TJ didn’t ask again, and Hank didn’t offer an explanation. She knew whatever it was between them was special; he obviously did too. Saying it out loud was a horse of a different color.

  He continued rubbing her back, this time dipping lower down to caress the sides of her breasts. Her nipples rasped against the sheet, making them ache with want, with need for Hank’s mouth.

  He scooted back a few inches and gently spread her legs. The cool air hit her fevered pussy and she clenched involuntarily. The anticipation was incredible.

  As his hands massaged her ass, his cock slid closer and closer to her wetness. There, just the tip of it touched. And again. TJ was no longer melting. She was boiling.

  He leaned forward again and put the entire head of his cock inside her. She grabbed him with her muscles and he let loose a groan from deep in his throat, but pulled out again. Teasing her, torturing her.

  “Do it again,” she murmured into the pillow.

  So he did. This time putting in just a bit more, then running his fingers up and down the crack of her ass. A shudder wracked her body when he pulled out again. He did it again and again. Each time putting just a bit more of his cock where she most wanted it. He was so big again, that only half of him made her feel nearly full. Each time he pushed in, she felt herself try to come. Then he would pull it out and her pussy would scream with want.