by J. L. Beck
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Winning ain’t everything but losing ain’t fun either. Ride to win!
Plush Ranch
Brea moved to step down from the bed.
“No.” Cole stepped close again and raised his hand up. “Stay right there.”
Halting, she was confused now. “What? Why?”
For the first time since he showed up, Cole smiled. “Cause…that’s where you belong.”
Brea tilted her head at him.
“Up on a pedestal.” He stepped up to the bed and his eyes sparkled at her. “I’m sorry I ran.” He moved closer to the bed as he spoke.
At his apology, she gasped and held her breath.
“I’m dumb like that, you know?” Well—what I’m trying to say is…” He sighed. “I guess my daddy was right. He always said that if you’re too busy riding a high horse, then it’ll be hard to get down gracefully.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head.
“I’m the one who ruined it. I had you right there and what did I do?”
Brea kept shaking her head, because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I gave in to the old stuff that was there.” He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his face to her stomach. “Instead of what I shoulda’ done.”
Brea was shaking uncontrollably “And what should you have done, Cole?” Her voice cracked with her tears.
“This.” He brought her down to the floor and kissed her hard.
Astonished to no end, Brea reeled with it. Her body was immediately ablaze from the heat of his mouth. Oh, God! Oh, yes! Her mind screamed as she kissed him back.
His hands roamed along her ruffled dress and blazed a hot trail right through the material. He then broke the kiss and gazed at her face. “But…”
Breathing heavily, Brea thought the room almost spun around her.
Sitting her down on the bed, he looked around the room. “I want my Plush girl.”
Her eyes fluttered at his strange sentence as she watched him grab things from the bedside table.
Cole knelt down in front of her and opened up a container, he then swiped a tissue through it. “I don’t like all this colored slop you’re covering up with.”
Brea was truly baffled as he drew his hand up, swiping her cheeks, nose and chin with the tissue.
“Close them wonderful peepers, Brea.”
She did—she would do anything this cowboy wanted.
With a gentle motion, he swiped more cream across her eyes.
She waited while he took a few seconds, then felt more tissue and cream on her face.
“There.” He chuckled while grabbing her face with both hands.
Her eyes popped open to see him looking at her lips. “Looks like I already took care of getting rid of the lipstick with my mouth.”
“But I thought—?”
He pressed his fingers to her mouth. “I want you like you were, like you are.”
Brea gulped and her eyes got teary again.
He stood her up and she was like a ragdoll in his hands as he flipped her around. Next, he moved up close to where his hard chest met with her back and he tugged the sundress from her shoulders.
Her bountiful breasts bounced out with the tugging. “Oh!” She gasped at the sensation.
Cole grabbed both boobs in his strong hands. “I missed these,” he growled and fingered her nipples. “I missed the way you feel in my arms, all that velvet, so soft under my touch.”
Brea thought she might actually collapse as he tugged and played with her nipples till they hardened like pebbles. Her body jumped and shimmed like she might just slide right out of her skin.
With a determined purpose, he tugged the dress all the way down over her curves and set her back on the bed, completely pulling the material away.
Brea was struck completely speechless. She’d thought he was gonna walk away, and instead she was going to get what she dreamed and fantasized about day and night. What could she say anyway? She thought she would have to go after him again, and instead? He’d actually come to her. All she knew right now was that she wanted this wonderful cowboy in a bad way.
Still wearing an intense expression on his face, Cole knelt down once again and took ahold of her red boot. “I kinda like these though.” He studied them with a growing grin and glanced up at her. “Just you…wearing these and nothing else.”
Her body shuddered at the fire in his eyes.
He was grinning hugely now as if he knew some private joke. “I always wondered what that old saying really meant.” He lay her back and began kissing her inner thigh, just on the inside where her skin was so sensitive.
She shivered with delight as his kisses became heavier. He moved his head up while spreading her thighs.
Gasping, she thought she might hyperventilate.
He lifted her panties and pulled the material to the side, then opened her folds and swiped his tongue across her clit.
Shaking like a leaf, Brea was gasping for air as he nibbled at her button and lapped her up like an ice cream cone.
Grasping the lacey material of her panties, he easily tore them clean away.
”Uh…” she cried out with the tearing and thought she might come at any moment. It was too soon for her to do that and she needed to distract herself, so she decided to ask. “What? What—saying?”
Cole didn’t answer right away as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans.
Brea suddenly found her courage through pure unadulterated need. She wanted to do some ripping too. She bravely stood up, reached out and ripped his shirt open, his buttons flying to the carpet. Releasing a sigh, she pressed her bare breasts against his hard chest. She just stood there for a long and wonderful moment while her skin was burning everywhere it met with his.
Cole held her and put his mouth to her ear. “I think I might love you, Brea.”
At the words, her heart thudded in her chest. This magnificent cowboy loves her? The news was astonishing to her and she could hardly breathe from the shock of it.
Before she could form the words of a reply, he gently set her back a little and lowered his jeans, tugging them off over each of his boots.
Brea took a small step back and watched the sexiest jean and boots dance she’d ever witnessed. This hot cowboy would give any of those studs on the stage a run for their money. She could imagine him up there, walking around in just his boots. The rowdy women would come right in their chairs!
Cole kicked the jeans aside and lowered her to the bed.
But no way. He’s my stud cowboy and I’m gonna keep him close from now on. Brea giggled while gazing up at the man candy sight above her. Pure adrenaline coursed through her veins like a stampede.
He gazed into her eyes as he spread her thighs wide. “We are gonna test a theory of mine. We’re gonna be knocking boots, Miss Plush. Knockin’ boots.” He moved his hips closer to her.
With another giddy giggle, Brea shoved herself eagerly forward to meet with what she already knew to be the sexiest piece of beef in all of Texas. “Oh, yes, knock me, knock me hard!” she cheered as she promptly raised her hips to meet his thrust and was filled to the glorious hilt.
Cole stilled and just rested his cock inside her for a full minute. “You fit me like a glove, sweet Brea…” He seemed to be shivering now too. “…a hot velvet glove.”
The feeling of being completely stuffed with such a hot throbbing cowboy was almost too much to take. It was even better than she remembered from the cottage. With all that had gone on, she hadn’t been prepared for this kind of ecstasy. “Ahh…” she moaned loudly as her body shuddered with an immediate orgasm. “Unh, unh…” she gasped out while her muscles tightened and her hips rose from the bed a little.
Cole grabbed her lush butt cheeks and squeezed her real good, enhancing her unexpected orgasm.
The sensations of all that was Cole had overwhelmed her and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She couldn’t believe she came instantly li
ke that while her body almost convulsed from the overwhelming pleasure she felt. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would…”
Cole smiled to her lips. “That’s okay, there’s gonna be more. Cause the way I figure it? You still owe me a bubble bath.”
She felt his hips moving against hers and she reveled in the feel of his smooth skin along her body as he alternately gave her slow plunges and powerful thrusts. Raising her red boots up, Brea eagerly hugged her thighs around his waist to get the ride of her life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Watch out for that Beautiful Barbed Wire…
Wade’s eyes popped wide open and he shouted as Kanda swiftly roped him up. “What in the…?” he yelled as his wrists were now tied to the bedposts.
Having done this for her whole life, she moved with a practiced precision and neatly tied each of his hefty ankles as well. “Well, maybe it took twelve seconds?”
He lay in shock and tugged at the knots. “Are you out of your blooming skull?”
Smiling, but with her hands shaking, she stood in front of him to tug the long man shirt up and off her curvy form. “Maybe?” Stepping forward, she climbed up on the bed. “I’m sorry I had to do it this way.” She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down over his hips.
Halting, she pondered this new problem of how to bare that magnificent bod. This was never an issue in all her years of branding. A small chuckle slipped from her lips at the bizarre notion, then she looked around toward his little makeshift kitchen.
Wade seemed speechless and he gaped at her as she got up from the bed and retrieved the tool she needed.
“I mean, it seemed to be the only way.” She chuckled as she raised a pair of shears and climbed back up on the bed.
Wades eyes grew wide as she lowered the shears and cut his jeans away. “I hope that wasn’t your favorite pair!” Next, she tugged his black briefs from his hips as well and with a little snip, she sliced right through the cotton. “Oh, my…” She gulped and stared down at him. “You could do some serious damage all right.” She whistled loudly.
The now helpless man looked entirely stunned as she’d tied him up and removed his clothes in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. “You can’t do this, woman!” His accent had gotten heavier with his seeming panic. “Crikey! I can’t believe you did this.”
Kanda stood above him on the bed as she reached around and unclasped her bra.
He stared as her luscious breasts toppled out. Wade seemed to bite his lip as a definite moan escaped his lips.
The male sound of his reaction made her wet in her panties and in that instant, she knew she’d done the right thing. Despite how crazy this was to do…in her world, she knew it was the only way to do it. She stood up and rolled her panties down. “I took care of the problem for you. This way, you won’t have the responsibility.”
He stared up at her sweet body above him. “Is this the way all you American women are?” He was breathing heavily now and sweat had popped out along his forehead.
Kanda knelt down with her legs around his powerful thighs. Reaching a tentative hand out, she slid a finger down along his very hard shaft. “Oh…” Was all she replied and she gazed over at his astonished expression. “Nah, but maybe we Texan girls are a little bit different.” She let out a throaty moan as she cupped her hand around his erection.
The sounds she was making and her hands smoothing along his shaft seemed to make him grow harder under her sliding fingers. He tried again to tug at the ropes she’d tied him with. “You’d better be sure you really wanna do this.”
His throbbing cock was just so beautiful; she’d never believed that she would have a thought like that. She pondered for a long minute about what he said and she wondered if she was ready to take the ultimate ride. Was she really ready to ‘saddle up’? This wouldn’t be like breaking a bronco; it was gonna be her…breaking her own cherry.
While she stroked him with her capable hand, Wade was groaning loudly now and his hot blue eyes were blazing at her.
With his rigid growing length filling her hands, her eyes lit up and she lowered herself over his hard body. “Yep, it’s just what I thought—pure prime rib.”
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Plush Stud Ranch, Victoria Texas
Brea heard a knocking on wood and her eyes fluttered open.
“Hello?” a voice called from the other side of the bedroom door.
Turning her head, she saw Cole asleep next to her. Oh, wow. To wake up next to her cowboy was like a dream.
The door opened and a trolley was being pushed into the room. “Breakfast!” Maggie called as she wheeled the tray in.
Brea hopped up and grabbed her silk robe. Tying the sash, she gazed up to see the young girl she met in a closet the day before yesterday. The Peep Show as she now called the experience.
Maggie was whistling a tune as she pushed the trolley in. She pulled it to a stop, then halted. Her tune died on her pursed lips. Looking stunned, she stared at the bed.
Brea automatically knew what she was staring at as she glanced down and over at the bed.
Cole was naked under the sheet and it was wrapped around his lower body. His smooth, wide chest was exposed and his hard abs looked like hammered rivets along his stomach.
A sleeping god. A cowboy dream, with lips so yummy… For a few seconds, Brea herself was caught in awestruck gawking.
His smooth skin was so delicious to look at as his long, tan, skinned frame was stretched out along the mattress in all its glory.
Brea even had to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her lip.
“Holy hot bee’s wax!” Maggie gasped out.
Brea’s gaze shot up and over to the young stunned looking girl. “Um—?”
Maggie left the cart and tiptoed over to the bed. Her avid expression didn’t change as she stepped closer. “He’s like—like some kind of…”
Brea felt a grin break out on her face. “Yes, he is like some kind of…” Her eyes swung down to Cole again.
Maggie still looked as if she was standing on the tracks while mesmerized by the train lights. “Where did you find him?” Her voice was low with wonder.
Brea shook her head and thought about what it took to even be here with Cole. “You don’t just up and find this kind of man, Maggie.” Her eyes drifted back to see Cole open his eyes. “You have to go after this kind.”
Maggie stood very still while she stared. “Just tell me where to look and I’ll be right there!”
Cole looked up at Brea and then his eyes swung over to Maggie.
“Well…” Brea smile hugely. “As a matter of fact? There is one who looks exactly like this one.”
“No way!” The girl gasped.
“Yep. But he isn’t anything like this one. He just looks like him.”
Cole cleared his throat and attempted to pull the sheet up. Unfortunately, it was pinned under him. He gave up and tried to look unconcerned.
Brea let out a giggle.
Maggie’s giggling joined hers.
He looked back and forth between them. “What the hell’s so funny?”
Both girls quieted but their grins remained.
Cole stood up and the sheet slipped. A few seconds ticked by, before he realized he was ‘all out’.
Maggie stumbled back. “Lord all mighty!”
Cole gazed down, then grabbed the silken linen to cover himself.
Brea bit at her lip.
“You’re—I mean—wow!” Maggie almost shouted.
Brea couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore and she burst forth with a wicked guffaw.
Cole harrumphed and tightened his hold on the sheet. “Now, you listen here. I ain’t no stripper or a manwhore, ya got it?”
Maggie’s face looked flushed. “Then, you aren’t one of Mama’s new studs?”
Brea covered her mouth with her hands to stop the unwanted mirth from escaping her lips.
“A mama stud?” Cole looked affronted and outraged. “Whatever the hell that
might be—I certainly am not!”
Maggie backed away till her plump behind bumped into the cart.
“Well, he would sure make me a pretty penny or two.”
They all gazed over to the door where the statement had come from.
Mama Daisy stood in the doorway, decked out in leopard skin leotards and a matching black lace corset. “You can get along now, Mags. I’ll take care of…” She paused as she took a good look at Cole, wearing the sheet. “…The guests.” Her eyes twinkled with appreciation.
Maggie was still staring at Cole’s magnificence as she nodded and backed all the way to the door.
“I meant today, young lady. So, stop that gawking and get going!”
Maggie stood for a few seconds more. “But Mama, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”
Daisy Plush clicked her tongue, stomped her spiked heeled boots and pointed to the door.
Maggie sighed and back-walked slowly out while still facing the room as her dumb grin continued to grow.
Without further ado, Daisy shut the door on her pinkened awestruck face. “You sure know how to ’cause a stir, Cowboy.” Her gaze swung over to the sheet-wearing Cole.
Brea nervously peeked over at him while knowing he was probably gonna blow his top soon.
“I thought this room was private. It’s you and that—that girl causing all the—”
Daisy placed her hands on her ample hips. “Ooh! He’s just gonna tell me off while wearing nothing but a silk sheet?” She chuckled. “Hot damn, Brea, you’ve got an alpha male here for sure.”
Cole looked baffled. “An alpha—?”
Brea took the look on his face to mean that this was gonna get out of hand real quick like. She stepped in front of him. “Mama!”
Daisy was still chuckling. “It’s okay, baby doll. No harm, no foul. I do have to agree with Mags though; your cowboy is finer than cream gravy on buttered biscuits.” She gave Brea a wink. “I just wanted to check in on ya and see if…” Her voice kind of faded away as she seemed to be trying to look past Brea.