Dearest Cowboys Box Set

by Mia Brown

  “So, which companies are you hoping to get sponsorship from?” I asked, needing to return to normal conversation. There was something in the air that I needed to blow away. “Anyone in particular you have your eyes on?”

  “The big ones. Bigger than the ones who turned me down. I don’t really want them now. If they weren’t prepared to help me on the way up, then I don’t want to help them when I get to the top…”

  “Unless they give you the right price?” I smirked. “Because you never know what they’ll offer you now.”

  “Not even then.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to know anymore.”

  “A man with morals. I respect that. You really aren’t the man that you come across as.”

  “Exactly.” He chuckled. “And you aren’t the Modeling Nun, are you? You’re more ruthless than you seem.”

  “Hey!” I slapped him playfully. “I’m not ruthless, I just… know that I need to do certain things to get to the top.”

  “Such as have a fake relationship with a bull riding bad boy.” He tipped his hat again, really making me laugh. “And here I am. At your service, Ma’am. Let me know what you need me to do next.”

  “That isn’t what a bad boy would say! He’d be more commanding, and rough around the edges!”

  “More commanding?” He took of his cowboy hat and tossed to the side. “Rough?” He grabbed me and yanked my body towards him. Because I wasn’t expecting it, I crashed against him and every breath was stolen from my body. That buzzing electrical feeling from before was now all the way over me, licking over every inch of my skin. “A little bit like this, Ma’am?” His lips moved dangerously close to mine. “Is this what you want?”

  I stared in to each of his eyes before accidently seeing his lips. There was a slight moistness there which I immediately wanted to taste. This was a game, just a bit of playing. It wasn’t real however much my head was spinning. It didn’t matter how much my body yearned for him, and my breaths came out ragged, we were just joking.

  “This… this is more bad boy,” I admitted, my voice all raspy and filled with accidental lust. “Yes.”

  “Ah, yes. So, it is what you want. That’s good to know. A bad boy does it for Emily Mason.”

  I wanted to argue with him, to describe my actual perfect man, but the words wouldn’t come out. With Alex this close to me, right up in my personal space, it was hard to recall what he even looked like in my mind. I was overwhelmed, completely consumed by this man, and it was a strangely intoxicating sensation.

  I parted my lips, ever so slightly, but then something even stranger happened. It wasn’t expected at all, it completely shocked me, but as his lips crashed against mine it also seemed evident that this moment was going to come ever since we met one another. It was inevitable that we would end up kissing soon enough.

  I don’t like him like that, I tried to convince myself as my hands hooked around the back of his neck so I couldn’t let him go. He isn’t the sort of man that I will ever be attracted to. I need to remember that…

  But as his tongue invaded my mouth, I was more than willing to let him. I wanted to know what he tasted like as he explored me, and I massaged him right back. Everything tingled as the kiss deepened, and I started to lose my mind. We were hungry for one another, kissing like horny teenagers, like there was no tomorrow, and it felt incredible. I’d been kissed before but never with quite so much passion and hunger.

  My leg slid up beside his and his hand rested on my thigh. As Alex hovered dangerously close to the hem line off my dress, I imagined him really taking command and being the bad boy. Yanking my dress up over my head and stripping me down bare. I pictured his eyes hooded with desire and running all over me, before he spread me on the floor and just took me, disregarding my need to be married before losing my virginity.

  I could feel him inside of me as the fantasy grew and took shape, thrusting hard and fast, his rock hard body taking me to a place where I had never been before. A man like Alex Fancy who could and would have whoever he wanted would know exactly how to please me, and in the heat of the moment I loved that idea. Me, the sweet naïve virgin who didn’t know what to do with myself, and him the player who could do whatever the hell he wanted with me.

  The idea was so intense, my thighs needed to squeeze together, to keep the desire inside, but that didn’t stop the small lustful moan from spilling out of my mouth. My insides were raging a real war. My head wanted me to pull away to remember this wasn’t supposed to be real, but my core wanted to forget all my values and to just take him already. To straddle him and let him fuck me, for that one blissful moment of pleasure…

  Fuck. The idea was too tempting for words. I craved him so badly it was hard not to cave.

  “No, no, stop…” I gasped out while pressing my palms in to his chest to shove him off me. One of us needed to take a moment for clarity here, and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be him. He would go as far as I allowed him too… which was exactly why I couldn’t let him. He didn’t understand why I needed to remain pure. He had no desire to hold on to anything himself so he wouldn’t get my need, the control I wanted to have.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked with a smirk. “Was that a bad kiss or something?”

  “No, nothing like that…” I couldn’t look him in the eye. Why did my fake boyfriend have to be so damn handsome? “I just want to remind you what I said before. I am a virgin and I intend to stay that way until marriage.”

  “You do? That wasn’t a joke? A way to stop us from having sex?”

  I felt a little sensitive as he teased me. Probably because he was making me want to change my mind more than anyone else. If I wasn’t one hundred percent certain that the one blissful moment would be followed by years of regret, then I would have done so already. I hadn’t ever felt such a magnetic sizzling fire before, and it was such a challenge to ignore it. Looking at him made it even harder so I darted my eyes downwards.

  “That wasn’t a joke. I really do mean it, Alex. And it’s very important to me.”

  He tugged my hip and pulled me back to him, but I still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I know, Emily, and I appreciate that. Making out with an angel is good enough for me.”

  “An angel?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “You. All in white. You look like an angel. All beautiful and ethereal.”

  He was a charmer. Dangerously charming for my liking, so as he cupped his fingers underneath my chin, and he pulled my lips back to his, I couldn’t help but go willingly. He saw me in a certain way, and it was the way that I wished I could see myself. How was I supposed to resist that sort of affection? And maybe this was all a part of his game and he didn’t really mean it, but I would still always like the way that his lips felt against mine.

  This moment wasn’t ever going to go anywhere. It would be nothing more than a moment of madness, but a bit of fun was all that I needed. I didn’t usually act in this crazy way, but if I considered it research, a way of getting more comfortable with the man that I was supposed to be in a relationship with, then it didn’t seem so wild.

  At least we had a natural chemistry between us! That was a relief.

  Fifteen

  Alex (later that evening)

  “Damn you, Emily,” I growled while staring up at the pure white ceiling in her spare room. “What the fuck are you trying to do to me, girl? I’m losing my damn mind in here.”

  I knew that she had this idea of holding on to her virginity until she was married, and I respected that, I really did, but I was a physical guy. A hot blooded male with needs and I honestly believed that the super hot kissing was going to lead somewhere. And not to me alone in the spare room with her only meters away.

  Then again, with the wall between us and her having no intention of crossing over the threshold, she might as well have been n another country. In another damn universe because it wasn’t going to happen. Ever.

  There was something di
fferent about Emily. Something that just got to me. She wasn’t like the Buckle Bunnies, or any other woman that I’d been in bed with. Even as I was kissing her, I noted that. She stirred a new set of emotions up which were hard to comprehend. At one point, I was willing to do anything to sleep with her…

  But she wanted a ring on her finger and a wedding, and I was not the marriage type. If that was ever going to happen, I would have to be in my late forties with my player days long behind me. Even then I would struggle. Perhaps not if the woman fascinated and intrigued me as much as Emily did, but I hardly thought that she was going to wait around a couple of decades for me to be ready for her. No, to her, I was probably just a moment of fun.

  For some reason, my brain flickered to Kenzie then. The girl who Jeff thought that I would end up with. The best friend who I was supposed to magically start seeing differently. Like, ‘oh, she was under my nose the entire time and I just didn’t notice her’, but that wouldn’t ever happen either. She was never going to be the one for me.

  Kenzie was great, and she had an awesome personality which was why we were such great friends, but that was all. I didn’t have that much needed physical chemistry with her. She was beautiful, but the spark wasn’t there and without that spark of passion, what would be the point? It would fizzle out before it began.

  “No more kissing,” I told myself crossly. “This is complicated enough as it is.”

  Well, complicated on my side of things since I was definitely feeling some type of way towards her. I wasn’t sure that was reciprocated as anything more than a heat of the moment passing thing. Mind you, it wouldn’t be better if it was more because that left us both with feelings that couldn’t go anywhere. If she didn’t want to have sex and I couldn’t get married, then we were at an impasse. Our problems would never be solved.

  “Just stop thinking about her.” I slapped my cheeks with both hands. “Think about something else.”

  But at one point as we were kissing, her skirt rose up and I saw the simple black cotton panties that she had on underneath, which turned me wild, in to an animalistic beast. I wanted to claw at her to get them off, to see what she had underneath. Th sight made me hard as a rock and was doing so again, just thinking about it. The curve of her ass was wonderful, plus knowing that she had never been touched there before… well it was tall too much.

  As far as I was aware, I hadn’t ever been with a virgin before, even when I was losing my own I did so with an older more experienced girl, and it certainly wasn’t something I sought out either. The idea never even came to me until the moment that I found out Emily was one… and the thought that I couldn’t do anything about it made it taboo and even more thrilling. I didn’t want anyone else in the world to have the first taste and feel. I wanted it to be me.

  “Will you stop it?” I groaned to my brain. “Just go to dan sleep already.”

  I wasn’t going anywhere tomorrow, and I didn’t know of any particular plans, but I needed to be rested for it. I couldn’t lie awake all night chopping and changing while thinking about the one woman on the planet that I couldn’t have anyway. It was a needless worry that couldn’t possibly go anywhere. After six months, we would separate, go back to our own lives, and probably never cross paths again. The next time I would see her, she would likely have a husband on her arm, a man who could commit to her and treat her right, and I would know then that someone else had taken from her what she would never ever give to me. Her heart, her body, all of it would be his.

  So, she would get her happy ending, and I would continue to live my life in the same way. If I hadn’t had sex for a full six months, then chances were, I would be even worse. All over any woman that even looked my way. The dragon would be set free and I would have all the fun I wanted, making up for lost time. And if I pretended to be heart broken and just on the rebound, trying to recover from it then my image wouldn’t go back, and Emily would be able to keep her edge. It really was a win win situation. We would all do well out of it…

  But before we could get to that point, we were going to have to survive these six months without crumbling. Right now, as I lay in her spare room, I honestly wasn’t sure that I had it in me.

  I turned over on to my side and closed my eyes as if I were actually about to make an effort to go to sleep, but of course all that did was bring back the intense images of her kissing me hard and fast tonight. I could tell myself until the end of time that there wasn’t really anything coming from her, but those kisses didn’t lie. I felt it all the way through me. She felt something for me as well. There were times when I was pretty sure that she wanted me to strip her down naked and to just forget her crazy rules… so of course, in my imagination, that was exactly what happened.

  “Oh, Alex,” she whispered, tossing her head back so I could kiss her throat. “You’re so sexy.”

  My hand slid down in to my pants. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock had been crying out for attention ever since I first noticed Emily’s beautiful legs in the car. Now, it had grown impatient and if Emily wasn’t willing to give me that much needed release in real life, she could do so in my fantasy.

  I peeled off her white dress, shredding the angel away as I wrapped my fingers around myself and I started to stroke slowly up and down. A part of me wanted to dive right in, hard and fast as I liked it, but I also wanted to savor the moment, to really live out every part of the fantasy.

  “Take everything off,” she begged, her eyes wide and innocent. “I want you to see me.”

  I’d wanted to see all of her naked body for what felt like forever. I didn’t know the full truth of her but that was okay because as I popped off her bra and slide those sexy as fuck, better than any damn fancy lingerie that I had seen in my time, panties down, my brain filled in the blanks for me. She was a true vison of perfection.

  “Can I take that?” she asked coyly while pointing to my cock.

  Somehow, even though it was still me touching myself, as soon as imaginary Emily said those words, my fingers felt different upon myself. It almost was her, exploring me, tentatively wanting to know what I liked. Each stroke grew that little bit faster as I saw her drop to her knees in front of me with her lips ever so slightly open.

  That was how she looked just before I took the plunge and kissed her the first time, and it was a sight so deliciously beautiful that I just couldn’t hold back. She was so pure and pretty, but of course now my brain wanted to turn it in to something filthy and corrupt because I was an out of control animal.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned as I felt her lips wrap around me. That stunning plump mouth of hers was all too real. “Emily.” Her tongue, my hand became her hot rough tongue. “Emily, that feels so good.”

  I didn’t know how loud my moaning was, I was not sure that I even cared, I certainly knew that I couldn’t stop. Even if she walked in and yelled at me, that would be just as sexy, and I would continue.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered in to my ear. “Take my virginity, please.”

  She straddled over me, her pretty pink thighs spread across me, and I could feel her wetness. As she hovered above me, I almost fell apart. But I had to slow my strokes down to make sure I got to feel her first. She slid down on to me slowly, my hand matching the pace, and I completely melted inside. She was so wet, so tight, so pure.

  I couldn’t stop myself then. I pumped my fist harder, the heat blowing up and growing inside of me. I leaned back in to the bed, tensing up as the pressure of pleasure built. I moaned and groaned, writhing on the bed, right until the moment that I exploded everywhere. I soaked myself in my seed, finally getting that relief.

  Only… it wasn’t enough. Even though I finally got rid of some of the tension inside of me, it wasn’t as good as the real thing. Even during the post orgasmic bliss, I knew that the fantasy wouldn’t be quite the same as the real deal, and that was an issue. I still wanted to go in to her room and take her.

  “How am I going to survive this?” I gasped a
nd panted. “Six fucking months. Six months with no sex.”

  That was the longest that I had gone without it since I lost my virginity, and I didn’t know if I could do it. I wasn’t sure why I had agreed to it to be honest. Just because I wanted to seem like a nicer person. I was torturing myself. Did I really need the sponsorship that badly that I was willing to make my own life hell for it? Why did I have to be such an asshole in the past? Why didn’t I think about the consequences? I had put myself in this position, there was no one else to blame but me, and right now I wanted to punch myself for it.

  I headed towards the bedroom door and peeked around it, checking to see that Emily wasn’t there because I didn’t want her to see me in that state, but I was only greeted by darkness. I tip toed towards the bathroom and cleaned myself up before checking my reflection in the mirror. I was wild eyed and crazy, I barely looked like myself anymore. This girl had seriously gotten under my skin, she was affecting me in all kinds of ways, I was falling apart.

  This whole fake relationship thing was going a little too far. I was getting all confused, mixed up, and crazy.

  Sixteen

  Emily (evening)

  “Where are we?” I asked in awe as my eyes glanced around the wonderful beach island. With white sands and pure blue seas, it was like a little slice of Heaven. The sort that I never thought I would get to see in my life time. “Weren’t we in Chicago? I remember being in my bed at my apartment. This is weird.”

  “That was ages ago,” Alex relied while naturally hooking his arms around my waist and pressing up against my back. Strangely this touch, with no one around to see it, felt like the most normal thing in the world. Like we did this all the time. “So much has happened since then. Please tell me you remember, Mrs. Fancy.”