Filthy Cowboy

by Amy Brent

  "I'll catch up with you later. I just need to get something in the system."

  I patted my stomach but when I said 'something' I didn't really mean food. Tom passed me to make nice with Sonya Someone and I made my way to the buffet. If she wasn't here she would be at the champagne buffet. If she wasn't there... I didn't know.

  I spotted her at the champagne buffet just as I was running out of options. The dress she wore was royal blue. Golden jewelry. Fitting. She defined the word Goddess. I walked up to her.

  "Are you enjoying the show?" I asked.

  She smiled at me, her eyes dark and drowning deep, and nodded.

  "You know, I own the model company that."

  She raised her eyebrows. "Really. So you're in the body business."

  I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, something like that."

  She nodded and looked around. "Looks like business is good."

  I looked her up and down. Curves. Hips drew my eyes to her secrets. Breasts that made my mouth water. And she knew it. When she noticed I was looking she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, turned her body to me. She wanted me to look.

  "You should be on the ramp." Of course, there was nothing about her that would qualify her as a model. She wasn't sickly skinny or taller than I was. But that wasn't the point.

  "Oh, I can't do that."

  I frowned. Was she going to be modest and say she wasn't pretty? "I think you could pull off modeling."

  She shrugged. "Maybe, but if I joined your company you would be my boss. There's no sleeping with the boss."

  I blinked at her, at a loss for words. Had she just said that? Straight up? She looked at me with an open face, an innocent smile, and eyes that told me I would be a fool if I believed at all that she wasn't capable of dirty things.

  Chapter 3: Megan

  He was eating from the palm of my hand. If you show your body to a man he's like putty in your hands. There are very few men that can look away from a pair of breasts staring them in the face and say no, anyway. That was honorable. I wasn't looking for honor tonight.

  It was sweet that he was trying to throw compliments about being a model my way. We both knew that would never happen, but he was trying. That counted for something, at least.

  I had to admit I did feel like a million dollars standing there. A million dollars playing with fire. Brian was around forty now if he was anywhere near my dad's age, and my dad was around here something. He didn't know I was, though, so he wouldn't just recognize me. I'd come up a day earlier than I was supposed to. My dad was a man and he wouldn't be looking for my face in the crowd.

  "How long is this night still going to be?" I asked. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go home with Brian.

  "It's still a long event, I'm afraid. I can call you a cab if you would like, though."

  My heart sank with the ugly weight of disappointment. He was so eager to ship me off. Was it because I was too young? Or because he knew who I was?

  "Of course, it will be a pity to see you leave before the real fun starts."

  I shivered when he said that. His words weren't that special but the way he looked at me when he said 'the real fun' made me think we weren't talking about the after parties that usually happened after the fashion shows were over.

  "You think it will be worth my while to stay?"

  He nodded immediately without giving it any thought.

  "Absolutely."

  He smiled at me. I smiled at him. In those two smiles, something passed between us that came dangerously close to the point of no return.

  "Will you escort me to the party when it's time?" What I really wanted was to be alone with him. Brian looked at his watch. It was a golden Rolex, screaming out how much money he had. Of course, that wasn't what it was about for me, but the fact that he wasn't just an older guy but a loaded older guy made it all the more exciting. I grew up with enough money in my life but my father had never spoilt me.

  Maybe he'd thought it would make a difference. Judging by what I was planning on doing before the end of the night it really hadn't made that much of a difference.

  "Of course. It's still some time before the party starts - the guests need to leave and then the rest of us need to mingle. We're looking at an hour."

  I looked around. "And the rest of you hang around here drinking champagne for an hour?"

  He shook his head. "Some of us have a look at the view from the terrace."

  "Some of us?"

  He grinned, looking sheepish. "It's not really open to anyone. But the view is spectacular from there."

  This was where I needed to make my move. I wrapped a hand around his arm.

  "Will you show me?"

  He hesitated. If it wasn't open to anyone I would be alone with him. The thought made me shiver again.

  "Okay."

  Score. I left my hand right where it was on his arm and he led me through the crowd and then away. The chatter and the music faded to a dim background sound and the silence of the night took over. Brian led me around a wall that jutted out into the middle of nowhere in a presumptuous pose of design and then we were completely alone. The terrace was a wooden deck that jutted out over a cliff and the city lay stretched ahead at our feet, lights twinkling, the world sleeping.

  "This really is beautiful," I said. I hadn't expected it to be so breathtaking. Brian was looking at me when I turned my face to him. He moved my hair to the side, his fingers touching my skin and leaving a trail of fire behind. I trembled. Now or never. If I didn't make a move I was going to chicken out and regret it for the rest of my life. I stepped into Brian and pushed my lips against his. He froze against me and I was scared for a moment that he would push me away. But he'd brought me here and I was sure he'd picked up what I'd been putting down.

  It took only a moment before he started kissing me back. He grabbed my arms with his hands and pulled me against him. His lips moved against mine and then his tongue was in my mouth. He didn't taste like alcohol at all - only peppermint and himself. Hadn't he been drinking? I was the only one with sufficient alcohol in my system. He was doing all of this completely sober. I felt the stubble on his lips, his fingers digging into my skin and his erection in his pants.

  It awoke something inside of me that overpowered the nerves of the inexperienced. My body knew what it wanted, what was happening. Heat flooded my body and pooled between my legs. I moaned into Brian's mouth.

  His hands left my arms and found my breasts and there was no going back. I wanted him. More now than ever. Brian marched me backward until my back hit the wall we'd rounded to find the terrace in the first place. Some sort of creeper plant hung around my head and tickled my shoulders. I ignored it.

  Brian slid his hands down my body, over my hips, and onto my bare leg. His body was pressed up against mine, grinding his hunger against my hipbone.

  A hand found its way under my dress, pushing it up as he moved up to where I wanted him to be. When his fingers pressed against my panties I gasped. I pulled them to the side and pushed them into me. I moaned, trying to keep quiet. I'd done all of this. I'd done everything besides sex. I'd wanted to save my virginity for someone that was worth that special part of me.

  I was willing to give it to Brian.

  He removed his fingers for a moment and pushed his hips away from me, fumbling with his belt and then his zipper. He freed himself from the confines of his pants and I stared. Hard. Veined. Eager. There was nothing middle-aged about his manhood. The tip glistened with lust and I was right on board with that.

  I pulled my panties down, let them fall off one foot and hiked up my leg. I felt the cold air on my exposed sex and shivered. Briand didn't let me stand in the cold for long. He closed the space with his body. I felt the buckle against my thigh and then he placed himself at my entrance. I shivered again with anticipation this time instead of cold. Or nerves.

  When he pushed into me I cried out. The ecstasy was followed by a sharp pain that shot into my abdom
en. Brian frowned, searching my face. He looked confused only for a moment before his eyes widened.

  "Oh, my God." He looked me straight in the eye. I closed my eyes for a second. "You're a virgin."

  His voice was hoarse, gravelly, already lost in what we were about to do. I nodded. How could I deny it? It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to tell that I hadn't had sex before. There were signs.

  He swallowed. "You want me to keep going?" His breathless voice told me how hard it was to ask the question.

  I nodded, breathing hard. I needed him to keep going.

  He shook his head, braced himself against the wall with one hand and his other on my hip. He pushed into me. The pain was acute, but a moment later the pleasure overrode the pain and I was in a new world of bliss. Holy shit, was this what I'd been holding out on? It was fucking fantastic.

  But it was worth the wait. I knew that someone older would be the right choice. he made me feel like I was everything and the moment he'd realized I was still a virgin he changed gear and handled me like I could break. It was exactly what I needed.

  I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut, getting lost in the sensation. He put his head in my neck and I felt his lips on the soft skin, nibbling, kissing. It only pushed me closer to an inevitable orgasm of a proportion I'd never known.

  He grunted in my neck, moving faster and faster. My body adjusted to him and a moment later it wasn't bad anymore. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't bad.

  An orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, starting at my core and spreading through every part of me so that I curled my body around Brian's and cried out into his shoulder to muffle the sound. I grabbed handfuls of his blazer and squeezed until the light subsided and I came back to reality.

  When the orgasm was over Brian lifted his head and looked at me. There was a mixture of concern and raw lust all over his face.

  "Do you mind if I...?"

  I shook my head. "Please." I needed this to be good for him.

  He nodded and slowly picked up his pace. He pumped into me, faster, harder. With it came the sharp pain again. My body was okay when we were going slow but this was something else. I cried out but Brian was in his own world now, his actions animalistic rather than thought out. He hammered into me and his body trembled and shuddered. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation where everything blurred until I was floating in a cloud of delirium. His strokes shortened and quickened another time and a moment later he released inside of me.

  His cry was guttural. Mine was sharp. And then it was over. He stayed inside of me just a moment longer before slipping out and leaning against the wall next to me. He breathed hard. I breathed hard. I looked at him.

  "We have to get back to the party," he breathed, swallowing hard.

  I nodded. I found my panties, pulled it over the leg it had fallen off and pulled them up. I felt how wet I was when the material was against my skin - wet from my lust and his combined. This had been my first time and I was scared Brian would just leave me now. I hadn't thought it through. I hadn't thought about needing to cuddle afterward, needing physical reassurance after the first time having sex.

  I should have.

  Brian took my hand. "Are you ready?"

  I nodded. I was wobbly on my legs and it felt like I teetered on my heels but I wasn't going to look vulnerable now.

  "Let's go."

  He took my hand, pulled me closer to him, and half of my fears were doused. He was going to stay at my side. This wasn't spooning, but it was better than I'd feared.

  Thank God.

  Chapter 4: Brian

  I walked back with her - the nameless virgin goddess - on my arm and it felt like everyone knew what we'd just done. And they envied me for it. They were jealous of her for it. I felt like a boss. I'd just taken this woman's virginity on the terrace. She'd wanted me to. Sleeping with her felt like a feat in a way that was different than any of the other women I'd conquered.

  "Megan!"

  We both turned, me because I recognized Tom's voice, and her because I was guessing she was Megan.

  "I didn't know you were here tonight, I thought you were only coming up tomorrow."

  She smiled and she was beautiful in the young innocent way she hadn't been at all while we'd been doing the deed on the terrace.

  "I wanted to surprise you."

  I had the terrible feeling that something was wrong, a sinking in my gut. Tom gave her a half-hug and clapped me on the shoulder. It didn't seem right to think that she was a feat now. I wasn't sure why.

  "I see you've run into my daughter."

  Blood drained from my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. This was Megan Philips? God, she'd grown up. And I'd helped a little with that, hadn't I? My stomach turned again.

  "You're taking good care of her, I hope?" Tom asked. I gave him a wan smile.

  "Of course."

  "Brian is showing me around," Megan said in a syrupy voice and I wanted to claw her eyes out right there. She'd betrayed me. She'd cheated me. She'd tricked me into sleeping with her and now an ax hung over my head and I would never be able to get away from it. If Tom found out what I'd done this would be the end of my career, of our partnership, of my friendship with him... this was such a mess.

  Chapter 5: Brian

  It doesn't matter how much time passes. Sleeping with your partner's daughter who is half you age isn't something you can every outrun. Months have gone by and it wasn't so raw and fresh anymore but I still hated the fact that it had happened. I still felt like I'd was the one pulling on the short straw. My business suffered from it a little. I was distracted and I felt like a traitor somehow. A traitor, a womanizer, a disgusting pervert. Sleeping with her had been nothing different than sleeping any of the other models I'd slept with. They were all roughly the same age and part of my career as a model agency owner in some way or another.

  Except, she had been a virgin. And she was Tom's daughter. Which meant that it really wasn't the same at all.

  It didn't influence my relationship with Tom at all, which told me one thing. Megan hadn't told him that it had happened yet. I was walking on pins and needles, though, tip-toeing around him, terrified every time I saw him that he would say something, that he would call me out and it would finally be the day that everything in my life broke.

  I got out of the car I'd ordered to pick me up from the airport. I'd been out of town for a week and it had been the only week I'd slept without waking up a couple of times in the night, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thanked the driver and walked into the lobby. Our offices were situated at the very top of a tall shiny building that could be seen from anywhere in town.

  "Brian." I looked to the side. Tom stood in the lobby, waving at me. Megan was at his side. My stomach turned and I wondered what excuse I would use if I threw up right in front of them.

  "Morning, Tom." I nodded at her. "Megan."

  She smiled at me. It was a beautiful smile - she really was a looker - but I was still angry with her and all I could see was a woman that had put me in a very difficult position and I wasn't talking about Karma Sutra.

  Judging by the smile on Tom's face and the fact that he let me within twenty feet of his daughter meant that Megan hadn't told him yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't change. I was terrified that at some point she would use it when that priceless piece of information would be to her advantage. And my downfall.

  The problem was that it was a sort of dream standing in front of her right now. I hadn't seen her since the fashion show, but she had been a constant in my mind. Whether it was because I was thinking about how she'd done me wrong and jeopardized my career, or whether it was because she had been different than anyone else I'd been with was beside. She was always on my mind.

  I didn't want to admit that there were times I thought about her and I didn't think about how she'd fucked me over by not telling me who she was, but I thought about what we'd shared and how much I'd thought - at the time at least - it was worth.
How much I thought she was worth.

  I looked her up and down. Damn, she really was a beauty. She had an hourglass figure in the truest sense of the word. Breasts and ass that balanced each other out. he wasn't leggy and tall like the models I was usually with but she moved with grace and elegance I hadn't seen on any of the girls we sponsored and her hair was like silk. It was pulled back in a ponytail and it made her dark eyes even more pronounced. Her face was open and innocent - yeah right - and a part of me wanted to do her all over again.

  I had to regain control somehow.

  "Don't you want to help me out?" Tom asked. I blinked at him. I had a feeling it had to do with Megan and I wanted to say no. I didn't. I couldn't, though, so I rubbed my hands together.

  "What can I do for you?"

  Tom looked at Megan who was looking at me. I wished she wouldn't. Her eyes were big and liquid and it made me unsure of what I felt.

  "Megan has been having a tough time finding a job now that she has her qualification. I hired her as one of our talent managers." Oh god. "I'm off to Paris in the afternoon so I won't be able to make sure she's alright here and knows where she needs to be."

  He took me to the side a little, leaving Megan a few steps behind us. He spoke in a lowered voice. "She's a little raw and vulnerable, not really used to the real world yet." Oh, if only Tom knew exactly how part of the real world his little girl was. "I was hoping you could take her under your wing, look out for her, make sure that she's alright around here. You know what the fashion world is like and I've kept her out of it all these years. I trust you, I know that you won't let anything happen to her."

  I wasn't so sure of that. Tom had no idea what his daughter could be like. If she wasn't the one that was getting herself into trouble, I wasn't exactly someone Tom could trust, either. Look at what I'd done.

  I nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll make sure she finds her way." What else could I have said?

  Tom smiled, looking relieved. "I knew you would come through for me. You're like an uncle to her."