Dark Horse: Bad Boy Cowboy Romance

by Westlake, Samantha

  Down beneath me, Lance also briefly widened at his entrance inside of me. "You're so tight," he murmured to me as his hands came up to settle onto my hips, guiding me down further onto his spear. "Does this hurt?"

  "A little," I admitted, wincing as he pushed deeper. He was so big! But along with the pain, I loved the rush, the new sensation - and the thrill of newness! I wanted to give this man everything he wanted in a partner, to show him that I could satisfy his every need. "But keep going!"

  A second later, I felt my ass settle down to press against his crotch. I'd done it! I'd taken the man's entire length and girth inside my body!

  Lance grinned up at me as well, and I knew from that smile on his face that he was enjoying this just as much as me. His hands on my hips guided me as I began to rock back and forth, moving slow and luxuriating in the feeling of that big, warm rod sliding in and out of me, pushing me apart with each thrust like a splitting plow.

  We started off slow, just moving together, feeling each other's bodies responding. But soon, we began to move faster, both of us breathing heavily as the man used the muscles of his legs and abs to thrust up against me, making my whole body quiver and shake on top of him with each collision. I, up on top of him, bent forward so that my breasts hung down and brushed against his chest, the sensation of my nipples only adding to the mass of pleasurable feeling flooding through me.

  Lance's ministrations with his tongue had "primed the pump" for me already; by the time I decided that enough was enough, that I needed his cock inside of me, I'd already been growing close to coming. Now, with this massive cock managing to push most of the buttons inside of me at the same time with each thrust, it didn't take long for me to return to that level - and then surpass it.

  "Oh god, yes!" I cried out, as one of those waves of pleasure, lapping higher and higher, nearly crested my mental levees. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

  I didn't even get to finish the sentence before my mental levees gave way, that pleasure rushing and flooding into my brain like a tidal wave.

  Lance lifted up his hands and pulled me down tight against him as I came, crying and moaning and shuddering.

  Chapter thirty-one

  For what felt like an eternity, I drifted on an ocean of cataclysmic pleasure, anchored only by Lance's arms looped tightly around me to hold my body up against him. I could feel myself shuddering, moaning into the man's ear as he kept on rocking back and forth inside of me, but at first, that felt as though it was someone else's actions. I just happened to be a visitor in their body, along to experience the sensations but not in control.

  Only slowly, bit by bit, did my control return to me as the ocean of ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure began to recede. Slowly, the rest of my body began to return to my conscious control, my toes and fingers still curled up into tight little balls.

  I finally opened my eyes, gazing down into Lance's face as he smiled up at me. "Oh my god," I said, my voice slightly hoarse. "Oh, you don't know how good that felt!"

  "I can guess, from the sounds you made," he replied, tracing one fingertip slowly down my spine and making me twitch. I could still feel him inside of me, still big and hard, but now moving a bit more easily, thanks to my most recent rush of wetness as I came. "Should we see if we can get another one out of you?"

  What a man! "That's mighty generous of you," I replied, forcing my tired arms to pull me up a little straighter as I began to work my hips back and forth on top of him once again, "but I think it's your turn! Now, what can I do to help get you off?"

  The man's returning grin of excitement was all the encouragement I needed. He leaned up and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth as both of his hands reached back to wrap around my ass, squeezing it tightly and then pulling my cheeks apart so that he could slide deeper inside of me as his hips thrust upwards.

  I thought that I was giving him plenty of pleasure just rocking back and forth, but as Lance took over, I felt my whole body rising up and down from the force of his regular, bouncing thrusts! I rose up much higher at the apex, as well, to the point where his entire cock was nearly all the way out of me, before gravity would take over and I'd drop back down and feel him slide his full length back into me.

  This was certainly more exhausting! But looking down at the man's face, deeply shadowed in the light of the fire beside us, I could see him grinning - but his face began to tighten, and I knew that he was fighting his own one-sided, losing battle against his own orgasm!

  I leaned forward, thumping my hips up and down on him. "Come on, Lance, give it to me," I begged, mixing my words with kisses and panting against his neck, his ears, as I bent forward on top of him. "I want to make you come!"

  "Oh, I will!" he returned, his words laboring as he grabbed ahold of my ass and squeezed it. "God, I'm almost there!"

  "Yes, yes!" I begged him, rubbing my body slightly side to side even as I kept on dropping down on him, trying to give him everything. "I want to feel you come inside of me!"

  Lance opened his mouth - but before he could speak, his body gave one last shudder, and all that he produced from his open mouth was a groan of sheer pleasure.

  Down between my legs, I felt a new rush of wetness, as the man flexed inside of me one last time. The rest of his body collapsed back down, limp, and I pushed down on top of him, giving him my tits to play with as he lost control. His hands, still on my ass, tightened and flexed spasmodically.

  "Oh my god, that's so good," the man groaned into my ear as I rocked gently back and forth on top of him, making sure he got as much sensation and pleasure as possible. "Oh god, Gilly, I love it!"

  It took a minute before the words he'd just spoken registered to my ears. "Wait a minute," I said after a minute, pausing and opening my eyes to peer down at his face just below mine. "What did you say?"

  For a moment, Lance's face froze in a mask. "I said I love it," he repeated, emphasizing the last word. "It."

  "Okay," I said, although, to my own surprise, I sounded a little disappointed! What was I expecting? I'd only just broken up with my fiancé! I shouldn't be thinking about rushing into a new relationship with anyone right now-

  "But you know what?" Lance continued, his hands finally letting go of my ass and instead sliding up to wrap around my back and neck, keeping me close to him. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but what the hell. Gilly, I also love you."

  At that, I really did freeze. I felt my eyes go wide as I stared down at this man beneath me, a naked cowboy, his penis still inside me. Had he really just admitted that he loved me?

  I searched my own feelings. To my surprise, as soon as I delved beneath the surface of my own mind, questioning my feelings towards Lance, I found a huge reservoir of positivity. I'd been living with him for months now, after all, and in all that time, I couldn't find anything I really disliked about him.

  But I'd found so many things that I admired. I thought of all the times I'd caught myself staring at him, fantasizing about what it would be like if we were together. I thought of how easily he made me laugh, how he always seemed to be able to see right through any of my illusions to the real issue bothering me, how he just implicitly understood me so well.

  For a moment, I imagined what it would be like if he was no longer a part of my life - and I stunned even myself with the strength of that feeling of loss.

  With Marsden, it had taken months before we told each other that we loved each other - and I'd always felt as though I was only saying it because it was expected, not because I really believed it. Maybe, I'd considered, if I said it enough, it would come to be true.

  But with Lance, I didn't have to wait for it to become true. I already knew that it was a fact.

  I opened my own mouth to finally respond, but before I could speak, Lance leaned in and kissed me. This kiss was lighter, less insistent and lusty than the previous exchanges.

  "You don't have to say anything," he murmured to me, as the kiss ended. "I probably should have waited, but I just had to put it out there, to le
t you know."

  I smiled back down at him. "I love you too, you idiot," I told him, patting him on the cheek. "And I'm not just saying it - I really do feel that way."

  I watched as the man's lips spread into a delighted grin. "You do?" he asked, sounding almost incredulous.

  I nodded firmly. "I do."

  For a moment longer, Lance just beamed at me, as if he could scarcely believe his own luck. And then, in a sudden burst of energy, he threw his hands around me and squeezed my naked body up against his in a rib-crushing hug.

  We might have gone right back to fucking right there, but I suddenly heard a rustling sound from the darkness, out beyond the glow of the slowly dying campfire. "Wait - what was that?" I asked, sitting up a little on top of the naked man beneath me and between my legs.

  Lance straightened up into a sitting position as well, looking out past the fire. "I heard it, too. Is someone out there?"

  Images of an angry, drunken, bitter Marsden flashed through my head, and I wished that I had something to defend myself. Hell, I'd even be okay with his stupid cane, still sitting in the back of my truck! Beside me, it looked as if Lance was thinking much along the same lines.

  Whatever was making the rustling noise out beyond the little circle of illumination from the campfire, we could hear it moving in closer. I slid off of Lance, not caring about how his cock slid out of me, no longer hard and erect, and he climbed up into a half-crouch, his hand tightening around a spare log for the campfire sitting near us.

  The bushes right beside us rustled. Whatever was out there, it was right on top of us!

  I did my best to keep my eyes open, trying not to close them out of fear - but a little scream still slipped out of me as the dark shape emerged from the bushes.

  Lance rose partway up, holding the log like a club - but almost immediately, he relaxed, tossing the log back down into the fire and sending a shower of sparks spiraling up into the sky. He laughed out loud, holding out an empty hand.

  "Of course - we should have guessed!" he groaned, as a long nose slid out and soft lips rubbed against his fingers.

  Shadow emerged from the darkness, followed closely behind by Merlot. Both of the horses looked down at us with half-lidded eyes, as if lazily mocking us for getting scared at their presence.

  Laughing, I stood up and stepped over to Merlot, rubbing his nose in greeting and patting him on the neck. "You scared me half to death, you silly horse!" I told him, still laughing in relief that there wasn't any danger after all.

  Merlot just whinnied back as he nudged me, not caring about my lack of clothing.

  Chapter thirty-two

  (Almost) one year later...

  "Come on, come on, come on!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hopping up and down as I stared out the window.

  Next to me on my left, I saw Dahlia edge back away from me slightly, wincing as she lifted one hand up to her ear. "Come on, Gilly, indoor voice!" she chided me, rubbing one finger in her ear. "There are other people trying to watch the race, too!"

  But next to me on my right, Lance had his face pressed up against the glass as well, his black cowboy hat in danger of falling off the back of his head. Just like me, his eyes were locked on the track down below us, peering through the cloud of dust rising up from the charging horses.

  Finally, the event was underway! I'd been feeling my heart thumping like crazy in my chest all morning, hyper-aware of my nervousness but unable to do anything to reduce it. Lance did his best to keep me calm, rubbing at my shoulders and patting me on the back, jumping to attend to my every need, but I could see in his actions that he was almost as nervous as I felt.

  And now, the race was finally on.

  The horses rounded the final curve - and I could see that Merlot, clad as always in his dark, royal purple bridle and harness, was back in fourth. For a moment, I felt my stomach drop inside my chest. Was this going to turn into a repeat of last year, with my horse just barely failing to place?

  But then, as they hit the last straight stretch, I saw my horse drop his head down in determination, his legs pounding! He was gaining ground, pushing forward, his eyes set on the horse in first place ahead of him!

  I could feel my mouth open, knew that I was cheering, but the blood pounding in my ears made it next to impossible for me to hear anything. I knew that my shouting wasn't going to help, but I just couldn't contain myself as I watched the horses thunder down the last section of the track, towards the white finish line.

  Merlot's legs were pounding, and he gained ground. With a cheer that Lance, standing beside me, echoed a half second later, he passed the third place horse! He was in the top three!

  Come on, I silently prayed, my hands pressed up against the glass. You can do it, Merlot. I know you've got the strength to win this.

  The animal passed the second horse. Now, only one horse remained in front of him - but he was nearly out of track.

  Merlot pulled up towards the lead horse. I caught the jockeys glancing briefly at each other before returning their attention back to their mounts. They both knew that this was going to be a photo finish, coming down to a matter of inches.

  Both of the animals ran neck and neck - and like that, they roared across the finish line. A second later, a cloud of dust swept over everything as the other animals crossed the finish line behind the two front-runners.

  "What happened? Who won?" I heard the stress in my voice, but I hadn't been able to see who was in front, who had crossed the finish line first. "Was it Merlot?"

  Lance grabbed my shoulder, pointing up at the ceiling. "The announcer's about to make the call!" he told me, making my jaw snap shut. We both stared up at the little grate of the speaker in the ceiling, waiting for the announcement with our breath held.

  "And the winner is..." the announcer said a moment later, holding his breath for a moment to raise the anticipation further, as if he was personally set on giving me a heart attack, "is..."

  "...Merlot, run by Jillian Monteclaire!"

  I burst out screaming - but I wasn't the only one.

  All around us, my friends had been watching me try to keep things together, and I knew that they'd all been rooting for Merlot, if not quite with the same level of enthusiasm as me. All around me, people burst out clapping and cheering.

  None of those reactions, however, compared to what Lance did next.

  The man turned to me, and next thing I knew, I found myself swept up in a bear hug, my feet lifted several inches off the floor as he squeezed me. I threw my arms around his neck as well, hugging him back, even though I couldn't squeeze nearly as hard as he did.

  After spinning me around for two full revolutions, Lance finally let me slip back down far enough to put my feet back on the floor. As soon as I landed on my toes, I immediately rose up again, this time to kiss him full on the lips as I tightened my own grip around his neck.

  "We won, we won!" I whispered to him. "I can't believe it!"

  "You won," he whispered back, giving me another squeeze. "Merlot's your horse, and you put in the training. This victory is yours-"

  But I was already shaking my head. "No, you did just as much to help as me! You deserve the credit, too."

  I knew that Lance wanted to protest, didn't want to steal the spotlight away from me at all if he could help it, but now other people were flocking over to me, wearing big grins as they held out their hands to shake mine. I was swept up in congratulations, mingling with the rest of the high society members in the sky box.

  After more than a dozen handshakes and congratulations, I finally, with many smiles and murmured comments, managed to slip away from the throng of people. I made my way over to the bar, feeling like I needed a drink - and found Dahlia leaning up against the counter, grinning at me as I approached.

  "Well, you finally did it!" she greeted me, holding her own glass aloft as I signaled to the bartender that I could use a flute of champagne. "You're finally winning!"

  "Thanks," I replied, accepting the flu
te of champagne and taking a long sip. "It does feel good to see Merlot finally place in first, like I knew he could."

  Dahlia took a sip of her own drink. "Oh, I wasn't talking about the horse race - although congratulations on that, too," she commented casually.

  I frowned at her. "Then what do you mean?"

  In reply, my best friend grinned - and nodded her head towards where Lance was still caught in the crowd of congratulations. She didn't say anything, but her waggling eyebrows did her talking for her.

  "What, Lance?" I shook my head, feeling confused. "How is that winning?"

  Dahlia rolled her eyes before putting her drink down on the bar's counter with a thump. "Oh, come on, Gilly! Remember when you were here a year ago? Even not focusing on your horse, you were miserable. Marsden obviously didn't care much about all of this, and he basically just acted like a drunken boor."

  "So?"

  "So, look at you now! Sure, your horse won, but you've also got an actually good guy! Lance was right there with you cheering, and you can tell how much the man cares about you just from how he stares at you!" Dahlia shook her head, snorting with amusement. "Gah, the man looks like a moonstruck calf whenever he stares at you. I can't remember the last time I saw someone so sickeningly in love."

  I had to grin at my friend's annoyance. Still, when I glanced over at Lance, my impish little smirk faded into a true smile. I could feel it down inside my own chest. Every time my eyes scanned across Lance's face, I could feel my heartbeat quicken, could feel a surge of emotion rising up inside of me.

  "See? There's that same moonstruck expression," Dahlia interjected, pointing at my face. "Ugh, you two are so head over heels for each other that it makes me feel like vomiting."

  Returning my attention back to her, I leaned in, spreading my smile wide. "Oh? What's the matter, can't stand to see others happy?" I teased her, poking her in the side.

  "Nope. Hate it." Dahlia kept up the glare for another couple seconds, but it then collapsed into a smile back at me. "Fine, fine, I'm happy for you two. So, when's the wedding?"