Stand By Your Man: The Dawson Brothers #5

by Parker, Ali

  “Closing the door,” I said. “Definitely closing the door.”

  With a quick push, I shut the door. I walked over to her, putting my hands on her bare back and pulling her naked body against mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest while I kissed her lips and down her neck. I let my hands roam over her ample ass and around her hips. It was on. I couldn’t stop myself. My cock was do damn hard it might crack.

  20

  Madison

  Seeing Tanner interact with his family made me want him even more. I had a good time with him, and felt like I belonged. I felt accepted. It meant a lot to me because I never had that type of family experience growing up. My experience was the complete opposite. It warmed my heart to enjoy a dinner with family like this. But locking eyes throughout dinner with Tanner was incredible, it filled me with excitement and something else—lust.

  When I asked him to drive me home, I knew exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t going to let him go so easily. I wanted him too damn bad for that.

  I stood there stripped bare, with my body pressed against his. He was such a strong cowboy and everything about him drove me crazy—from his muscular form to his manly cowboy scent.

  I had to stand up on my tiptoes to kiss him because he was so damn tall, but I loved it.

  “You look good, baby,” he whispered, between a series of kisses.

  The tingling sensation gathering between my thighs elevated as his hand cupped my wet center. I tilted my head back at the delicious sensation of having my slit in his big strong working hands. Instinctively, I parted my thighs and picked up my leg, resting it against his hip.

  “You feel good,” I responded, liking the way he chuckled when I teased him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

  “Yes, don’t stop. It feels good.” Rubbing his large hand over me in a cupping manner only made me wetter, but I gasped when his thumb pressed against my clit. “There. Yes. That feels so damn good. Don’t stop.”

  “Fuck, when you talk like that I can barely contain myself.”

  “It just feels so good. I’m almost there—almost there,” I said, as the pulsing got faster deep inside of my pussy. I was on the verge. His strong thumb pressed and moved from side to side over my clit and I couldn’t contain it any longer.

  “I’m coming. I’m coming,” I said, and I leaned my body against his. He used his other hand to hold me up as I went weak against him. He moaned and I could feel his lips pressing against the top of my head as though he was inhaling the scent of my hair.

  “I love hearing you come. Fuck, I’m so hard for you girl.”

  I let my body enjoy the intense pleasure he was giving me. It trembled through me and we had barely gotten started.

  Putting my leg down, I put my hand on his jeans over his cock. “Mm, you are hard, Mr. Tanner Dawson.”

  “Yes, I am,” he said with a smile.

  I bit my lip and lowered my body, sliding along his.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was thick with lust.

  “You’ll see,” I said.

  I was on my knees in front of him and ran my hand up and down his cock, over his jeans.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered and then moaned, the sound of it lighting me on fire.

  I unzipped and pulled out his perfect, thick cock. He sucked in a sharp breath of air as I wrapped my hand around it, gently moving it up and down.

  “Hell yeah,” he said, looking down at me from his tall height.

  It felt good to be naked on my knees in front of him while he was still fully clothed. It was naughty, and I loved it.

  I teased him, moving the tip of his cock against my lips and lightly licking it. Driving him crazy. Tanner moaned and groaned, going crazy. My mouth opened and his cock slipped in, just an inch, letting my tongue swirl around it, over and over.

  “Fuck that feels good. I don’t know how much of that I can handle,” he said.

  I smiled. I liked knowing the power I held over him. It was addictive. I moved his hard cock deeper into my mouth, sucking and licking. I moved my hand up and down massaging it. He was starting to tremble with pleasure.

  “Stop. Madison. Please, I can’t take anymore. Watching you do that. Fuck, it’s so hot. But I want to be inside you and I won’t be able to do that if you make me come.”

  I stopped. He held out his hands to me and helped me up to my feet. Then he scooped me into his arms and I let out a light squeal.

  “I want you so badly,” he said, as he carried me to the couch and laid me on my back.

  “Good. Then take me, Tanner Dawson,” I said, grabbing the snap buttons of his shirt and pulling them apart.

  He took a step back from the couch and pulled off his boots, his shirt and t-shirt underneath. His hard six-pack abs caught my attention right away. He had the body of a hardworking cowboy and I couldn’t take my eyes off his tanned form. His broad chest was strong and ripped.

  His fingers pushed into the waistline of his jeans he pushed them and his boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood before me naked, like a Greek God with a sleeve of tattoos on his forearm. I bit my lip, looking at his perfect form.

  “Ready for me?” he asked, as he stepped forward.

  “Yes. Every inch of you,” I whispered and wagged my eyebrows. I was a good girl in town, but behind closed doors with this man? All bets were off.

  He worked a condom over his cock before lowering himself down on top of me, settling between my thighs. The warm weight of his thick body was delicious. His skin was smooth on top of mine and I loved feeling his chest graze against my hard nipples as he kissed my lips.

  I rubbed my hands up and down his strong back, feeling every muscle rippling there. Tanner’s kisses moved down my neck and onto my breasts. He licked and sucked on my hard nipples, one then the other. I arched my back, feeling lost in the fog of lust around me.

  “I want to fuck you over the edge again, naughty girl,” he whispered between kisses.

  “I want that too.”

  The tip of his cock pressed against my wet center. I opened my thighs wider and he pressed in. We shared a long groan as he hit home and rolled his hips. My body stretched around his thick shaft, barely making room for all of him. Pleasure danced through my stomach, and I cried out.

  “That’s it. Take that big cock. It’s what you wanted.” He kissed at my neck and chuckled low in his chest as I whimpered and rocked my hips forward.

  Our sex was slow and deep, his body flexing as he drove into me each time. Tanner held himself up on his arms and I moved my hand up and down his forearm that was flexed from holding up his weight. I loved feeling the muscles under his tattoos. It was beyond hot.

  He picked up his pace a few minutes later, fucking me in a hard, fast motion that had my pussy sloppy wet, and my heart racing. My breasts bounced up and down with the movement. I opened my legs as wide as I could on the limited space of the couch, letting him in deep. The heat of his cock was driving me crazy.

  I felt the familiar feeling of the pulsing gathering again. I was on the verge once more. “I’m going to come, Tanner. I can’t help it,” I barely said, between heavy breathing.

  “Mm, come on my cock,” he moaned. “Wet me real good.”

  His filthy words were more than enough. I released, crying out loud and enjoying how he picked up the pace and fucked me right through the orgasm.

  Tanner swayed his hips, rocking them back and forth, dipping his cock in and out of me faster and faster. It felt so good in my sensitive state, and I couldn’t stop myself from shouting.

  “Madison—fuck. I’m going to come, too,” he cried out.

  He flexed and let out a wild groan before collapsing on top of me. He nestled his face against my shoulder and we lay there in silence, enjoying the pleasure running through our bodies. After a few minutes he pulled himself out of me and we laid together, not speaking.

  Finally, Tanner’s voice broke the silence. “Do you st
ill feel the same way, Madison? Do you still want to keep this only sex?”

  I looked over at him, not really ready to answer his question. “I think that’s best. That’s all it is, sex. Let’s not make this more than what it is. I’m not ready for that.”

  “What are you so afraid of?” he asked.

  “I’m not afraid. It’s just the wrong timing.” He locked gazed with me, and I felt he could see right through me. I felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than I did earlier when I was completely naked and he still had his clothes on. This was different, it was emotional vulnerability and I couldn’t handle that. I wasn’t used to that.

  Rolling onto my side, I got out from under him and stood up. I found my t-shirt and pulled it on. It was long enough to cover my private areas, and it helped me not feel so vulnerable.

  “Getting dressed already?” he asked, just as he had done before.

  “Yes, I think that it’s best. Look, I can get a ride to my car with Jenna tomorrow. It’s getting late and I think you should probably head home.”

  ”You’re kicking me out?” he said, arching his brows at me.

  “No, that sounds mean. I’m not kicking you out, I just think it‘s time for you to go. I don‘t want to fall asleep with you. That just seems too personal for me.”

  He looked at me and shook his head from side to side in disbelief. “Fine. I agree with that statement. Sleeping together, I mean actual sleeping, would be way too personal. It’s not like I’ve already been inside you or something,” he said sarcastically.

  “You know what I mean Tanner. Don‘t get mad at me, please,” I said, moving over to him as he stood up.

  “I‘m not mad. Just confused. You are a very complicated woman Madison Dryer,” he said. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. I leaned against the arm of the couch and watched him get dressed. Damn, he was sexy. Maybe I was making a mistake asking him to leave? If he stayed the night I could have him again in the morning, I thought. But no, I had to let him go. Sleeping together was very personal and he knew what I meant by it. Before I knew it, he would be cooking me breakfast and wanting a relationship, and that’s not what I wanted. Making him leave right after sex was the only way to keep it just sex.

  “So, I’ll see you?”

  “Yes, you will.”

  He walked over to me, expecting a long and deep goodbye kiss. I reached up on my tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He just gave me a look and shook his head from side to side in disbelief, something I was becoming accustomed to seeing on him.

  “Goodnight Madison.”

  He walked out and I closed the door behind him, locking it. Going to sleep that night was harder than I thought, as I was very aware of the empty space in my bed. I couldn‘t help but think of what it would feel like to have his warm body there next to mine. It was a scary thought.

  21

  Tanner

  I shoveled hay into the stables. Thunder was happy and began to eat as soon as I gave him a stack. “Life is easy for you isn’t it, Thunder. Just being a horse—eating, running in the fields, and hanging out. I envy you, buddy.”

  Suddenly, life felt complicated to me and it was simply because of Madison. I couldn’t get her and the games she was playing with me out of my mind. She wanted me and then she didn’t. The night before was hot and I couldn‘t stop thinking of her naked body under me. I couldn‘t stop thinking of having my cock in her mouth. Just thinking about it made me hard again, and she was all that occupied my mind. She was making it hard for me to do anything except physical labor, I had to do it in order to get the pent-up tension out of my body. I had been working all day, trying to stop myself from calling her.

  “There you are. I’ve been looking for you, Tanner,” Connor said, walking into the stables with purpose.

  “What’s going on, brother?”

  “I just got back from the diner where I overheard a conversation. You‘re going to want to hear this,” he said, pounding his fist into his hand. He was obviously angry. I put the pitchfork into the bale of hay, realizing this was serious.

  “Tell me.”

  “I heard a name. Victor Williams. He lives out on Decatur Road in that blue ranch house. Apparently, he’s the one that’s been spreading what’s killing the crops.”

  My eyes grew wide. Could it be true? It had to be someone after all, but it was a pretty big accusation to make.

  “You sure that’s what you heard? That’s a very serious offense.” I asked.

  “I’m as sure as rain. This Victor Williams is our man,” Connor said. I could see the muscles in his forearms tightening. He was about to explode. We didn’t need any more controversy surrounding our family.

  “Then let’s go inside and call the sheriff. He needs to hear about this. Let the law take care of it.”

  “What? That’s all you have to say? You’re the one that’s been busting your tail trying to save the crops. Now I tell you who it is and you want the sheriff to deal with it? Hell, what if this Victor Williams knows the sheriff or something? If it‘s on the tongues of people at the diner you think the sheriff hasn’t heard it yet? But he‘s done nothing,” Connor said.

  “Connor, letting the sheriff deal with this is the right thing to do. Yes, our crops were damaged, but so were others in town. It wasn‘t just us.”

  “We can take care of this ourselves, brother,” Connor said.

  “No, we won’t. That‘s enough of this. We‘ll talk to father about it and tell him what we know. He’ll know what to do.” Turning my back to him, I grabbed the pitchfork and started working again.

  He huffed in annoyance, turned on his heels and walked out. I shook my head. Connor was always ready for a fight, it was the athlete in him. It was part of being raised on Texas football. Then I realized he probably wasn‘t going to let this go. Not with that kind of heat inside of him. With worry festering in my gut, I put the pitchfork back in the hay and walked to the entrance of the stables. I saw Connor talking to Dylan near his truck and didn’t have to guess what he was telling him. Suddenly Dylan pounded his hand on the back of the truck and just that quick they hopped in Connor’s truck and drove off.

  “Son of a bitch,” I ran out toward the driveway, but it was too late. They were peeling out, leaving a cloud of dust behind them. Running inside, I grabbed my keys which took me a minute to find. I hopped in my truck and quickly made my way out to Decatur Road. I could see Connor’s truck in the distance, miles ahead of me, too far ahead to catch up.

  I knew exactly which blue house he was talking about. It was a simple house with a wrap-around porch and about ten acres of crops. A small farm, but a farm no less.

  “Damn it,” I said, as I pulled into the driveway of the home. Connor and Dylan were at the front door of the house already. Connor grabbed a man by his shirt, and pulling him out of the doorway, pressed him against the wall. “No way,” I said, as I ran over to the porch, recognizing the guy immediately. It was the cowboy in black from the bar that had picked a fight with us over the pool table. This was Victor Williams.

  “I remember you. Now I know why you were picking a fight with me at the bar. You’re the one that’s been ruining the crops. Victor Williams, I know you now,” Connor said, slamming the guy again against the wall.

  “You can’t prove a damn thing, Dawson,” the cowboy in black said. He wore a big grin on his face.

  “Punch that grin off his face, Connor,” Dylan said.

  “Dylan!” I said, walking up to them.

  “Well, if it isn’t Tanner Dawson. Look at y’all, it took three of y’all to figure out what I had done. Yeah it‘s me. I’ve been doing what everyone has wanted to do for a long time. Y‘all are ruining this town, taking everything for yourself. Your family is greedy. I did it to sell my own crops, and at least have some sort of equal advantage against the mighty Dawson ranch,” Victor said.

  A heated rage grew inside of me and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The fact that this Victor Williams threatened not
only my crops, but the whole town, simply because he wanted to make some money himself pissed me off more than I could contain.

  “Let him have it, Connor,” I said. I surprised even myself with that request, but there was still a little scrappiness left inside of me. In the back of my mind I could hear Madison telling me she’d heard the rumors about the Dawson boys always being in trouble. Somewhere deep inside of me I thought that was the reason for her hesitation to be with me. But here in this moment, the scrappy rage inside of me was winning the conflict within.

  Bam! Connor punched him hard across the jaw. Victor fell to the ground, holding his face and looking completely stunned. I don’t think he was expecting to get such a blow. But then he stood up, proud, puffing his chest out. His fist balled up and he swung at Connor, but Dylan gave him a blow to the gut, Bam! Victor’s fist never made contact with Connor. He fell to the ground in a fetal position, groaning.

  “Don’t fuck with the Dawson brothers,” Dylan said, spitting on the porch.

  I could tell Dylan and Connor wanted more, so I had to stop it before it got out of hand.

  “That’s enough,” I said, getting between them and Victor. I put my boot on him and rolled him onto his back. “If I ever hear anything like this again, it won’t be my brothers coming for you. It will be me and I won’t be able to stop. Understood?”

  He nodded his head yes as he groaned. I turned to my brothers. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Dylan spit on the porch one more time and grabbed Connor. Together we hopped in our trucks and drove back home coming to a screeching angry stop in the driveway.

  I got out of my truck and my brothers got out of Connor’s. Dylan was grinning from ear-to-ear.

  “Woohoo! We showed him, didn’t we?” Dylan hollered.

  “You should have let me finish him off Tanner,” Connor said, pacing back and forth in front of his truck.

  “What does that mean, Connor? You gonna bash his head in? You don’t know when to stop and you could end up in prison. Is that what you want? To kill a man? Cause that’s where you’d be headed. You get so stirred up and don’t think straight. You think you’re giving him a good ol’ fashion beating, when really you’re about to put him in a coma. No. Just cool it, alright?” I said sternly. Connor was like a bull about to bust out of the rodeo gate. He stopped and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.