by Asha Daniels
Her Outlaw Cowboys
Asha Daniels
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Her Outlaw Cowboys
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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Chapter 1
A hard spanking. Every girl needs one…
Why in God’s name was she thinking about the concept now? Perhaps because of the number of burly men with very large hands crowding close to their table. Or, she remained mesmerized by the erotic book she was reading, the vivid fantasies she’d experienced in salacious and decadent dreams.
“Exactly why did you bring me to a biker bar again?” Georgia Taylor mumbled the question under her breath, cognizant of the steamy looks they were getting from almost every male in the crowded dive bar.
“Because you adore dark and dangerous men.” Her husky voice was followed by a guttural laugh. “Dominating. Thrilling.”
“Very funny.” She wanted to punch her best friend of ten years but was afraid she’d be cheered on. While she adored Jessica Miller, she was growing frustrated with the constant attempts at fixing her up. She didn’t need a boyfriend – a lying, stinking asshole who took her money, ate her food and never paid a dime for anything. Huffing, she refused to think about her jerk-off ex any longer. The ride had been wild, just not in an enjoyable manner.
“Oh, come on. There’s nothing wrong with mixing it up,” Jessica cooed as she licked the rim of her wine glass. “I know you’re looking for a firm hand.”
She glared at her bestie, daggers in her eyes. “That’s private. No one is ever supposed to know.” Her mind flipped to her greatest desire, to be taken in hand by a controlling and rugged man, spanked for being a bad little girl. Dream much?
“Hint. You’re going to have to actually tell your next boyfriend what you want, or you’ll be pining away for the rest of your life.”
Time to change the subject entirely. Georgia tried her best to nonchalantly scan the customers, each man bearing more tattoos on a single arm than her fellow conservative male teachers would as a group. If they even dared to mark their bodies. Granted, some of them were hot, rugged and no doubt dirty in bed. Looks certainly could be deceiving. Jesus. Where had she allowed her mind to slide to? “I thought we were going out for a nice evening. That’s why I wore this dress.” This very skimpy, almost shows off my ass dress. The thought made her roll her eyes.
“This is a very nice evening. Look at all the eye candy. Honey, this is what big girls fantasies are made of. Huge men on Harleys. Rough and tumble in bed.”
Fantasies. The word had indeed entered every night in her dreams, creating men she’d never meet. “I’m swearing off men for the moment.”
Jessica grabbed her hand. “Girlfriend, you know what they say. Get back on that horse and ride him long. And. Hard.”
Her exaggerated words made her instantly reflect on her life. She loved being a teacher, but the summer months off were meant for her to indulge in heated sexual encounters, embracing excitement with the man she loved. Love. All she’d ever wanted to find was the right men to settle down with. She realized her faux pas and was forced to rub a bead of perspiration off her top lip.
“Maybe we can find you a couple hunks. What do you think?” Winking, she tsked her finger. “Oh, come on. Live a little. Two, three, five men at the same time. Huh? I know you and what you prefer.”
Unfortunately, Jessica knew enough to be able to tease her relentlessly. The very first erotic romance story she’d indulged in had three men and one lucky lady. Ever since then, her dreams had multiple men. And she was utterly out of her mind. “No way.”
“Fine. Be a fuddy duddy. One man. One studly, sexy, all male, big cock kind of man.”
The concept was bleak. “There is no one in Charlotte I want to date, let alone fuck.” Realizing she’d said the words a little bit too loudly, she cringed seeing at least four bikers leaning in, leering looks on their faces.
“You’re incorrigible. What about the online dating I suggested? You did create your profile, didn’t you?”
“Yes, and the first six, count them, six men were in their sixties, even though I specifically requested no older than forty.” Georgia burst into laughter. “And don’t you dare say anything about older men having charisma.”
“And limp dicks,” Jessica huffed. “Why don’t you pick out three bikers? Go for it.”
“Uh, no way.”
“Party pooper. That’s what you are.”
They sipped on their wine and Georgia slunk further into her seat. She was going nowhere in her life fast. She’d made a rash decision the night before. Granted, that had been after consuming over half a bottle of wine by herself. All by herself. Alone. No one to care about her. Fuck her. Great. All this talk about men had made her horny. She thought about the change in scenery and was forced to admit, the idea might be crazy, but she craved getting out of her comfort zone.
In more than one way.
“Let’s change the subject, Miss Conservative. What are you going to do over the summer?” Jessica shook her head in a beseeching manner.
“Well, I actually have a wild idea.” Georgia was pleased with herself.
“Wild, you?” Jessica teased. “I’m kidding. What are you thinking? Taking a long vacation? Hey, I could get some time off. Maybe the Keys. Think about swimming in paradise.”
“I was thinking something a bit more rugged.” She studied one of the bikers in particular and as her pussy clenched, she fought reaching out and touching. He was far too close and way too handsome, even with his scraggly beard. The ink covering his arms was a huge turn on, creating another quiver between her legs.
“Oh, baby. Rugged. I love the sound of that. Go on. Tell me.”
Wrinkling her nose, she wasn’t entirely certain she was ready to let the cat out of the bag. “Okay, but if you make fun of me you are going to die a slow and painful death.”
“Moi, make fun of you?” Jessica winked. “Go on. What?”
Georgia grabbed her purse, sliding the pamphlet into her fingers. “I found this online and made a few inquiries. There’s a job opening, just for the summer. This is somet
hing I think I could do and way out of my comfort zone.” As she slid the colorful brochure across the table, she sucked in her breath, waiting for Jessica’s reaction.
“A dude ranch? Are you kidding me? When I was talking about riding hard, I was thinking a stud muffin, not an animal.”
“Would you like to stand on the table, announce this to the world?” She could swear several different bikers were moving closer, waiting to pounce.
She opened the flaps and lifted her eyebrow. “Cowboys. An open range. Mountains. Camp fires. And strong arms to keep you safe. Not bad, even for you.”
“Thank you, oh so much.” She’d found the job listing after a late-night search, determined to bring excitement into her rather dull life. “The Lone Wolf Ranch is established and rates very high on the travel scales. The facility is four star, the chef renowned and the activities top notch.” She sounded like a travel agent.
“Are you serious about this?” Jessica finally asked. “Wow.”
“I am and don’t judge me. Three months in Wyoming. I think a change would do me some good.” Georgia could see the way her BFF was looking at her. Cray. Cray. Yeah, maybe she was crazy.
Taking a sip of her wine, she furrowed her brow, crossing and re-crossing her legs. “Activities. You know I have to ask, what in God’s name would you do there? You can’t ride a horse. You have no idea about ranching, farming or anything about working on a resort of any kind. Not that I’m suggesting it’s a bad idea but, it’s a horrible idea.”
“I would be in charge of their summer social program. You know, parties. Food, drink and festivities. I could see creating a barbeque complete with fireworks, children’s games and lots of margaritas.” You bet she was animated, her hands moving as she talked. Why were the burly men in the room crowding closer around their table? She gulped half the glass of wine, fighting back a burp after swallowing.
“Parties. Now, that you are good at.” Laughing, Jessica lifted her glass. “To new adventures. But I have to ask, did you get the job? I mean, did they really hire you sight unseen? Do they know you’re a teacher, of unruly children?”
Georgia plastered on a wicked grin. “They did hire me, and the owner said I sounded perfect for the job.” Suddenly, she felt claustrophobic, uncertainty sliding into the back of her mind. “I need to freshen up. I hope the bathroom isn’t a horror show.” She clambered to her feet, doing her best to walk in a straight line toward the swinging half lit neon sign indicating the restrooms.
“Chicken!” Jessica teased, whistling behind her.
The loud noise drew way too much attention and before Georgia made it two feet, she was being sized up, fresh naked meat on a platter. Or maybe a Harley. She bit back a moan at the delicious thought.
“Oh, baby. Wanna come ride my bike?” His voice was husky, sensual.
“I bet you’d look hot riding my hard stick.” His leer screamed of seduction.
The comments came fast and furious, hands reaching out to touch her. By the time she reached the shadows of the hallway, sweat was beading down her back. She hovered against the wall, chastising her decision to take the job in the first place. What was she thinking? She’d never been away from Charlotte for longer than a few days by herself. She hadn’t actually answered yes to the offer, but there was no time to waste. The last day of school was at the end of the week. She’d have to find someone to take care of her house, purchase a plane ticket.
And find what was left of her mind.
Slapping her hand to her forehead, Georgia felt more nauseous than she had since finding Joe’s tongue down the throat of a chick barely over eighteen. Joe, the ex, the asshole, the jerk, the… No, she wasn’t going down this road again. Not ever. No men. Just the Wild West. She stifled a giggle and brushed her hands through her long hair. This was her time. Three months of nothing but sunshine, mountains and hard work. And she was getting paid for the enticing vacation.
Smacking her hand on the door, she entered the dingy bathroom. The grunts and groans weren’t difficult to comprehend. They were the sounds of sexual angst coming from both a man and a woman. Like a spider to a fly, she was drawn into the drama as it unfolded, the sinful escapades of one hot and dangerous looking biker and a full breasted female doing the nasty in the corner of the bathroom.
“Oh, baby, I love your thick, hard cock,” the platinum blonde purred. She was leaning over the sink, her hands planted on the counter, her naked, voluptuous breasts swinging back and forth like pendulums as the bald headed, oh-so muscular man pumped his dick in a forceful manner from behind.
“You’re a bad girl, princess,” the biker muttered.
“Then spank me,” she cooed.
Blinking furiously, Georgia huddled in the corner, uncertain of what to do.
Growling, he yanked the blonde’s dress up to her waist and rubbed her ass before issuing several hard smacks. “I should use my belt on that ass of yours.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her hand pressed against the mirror, she stuck her ass out, wiggling back and forth.
Spanking. Spanking. The words ran through Georgia’s mind like a broken record. She was lost in the moment, envisioning herself in the mix.
He continued smacking the blonde, his hand moving from one ass cheek to the other.
Now, Georgia’s legs were quivering.
“Yeah, baby. You’ll get more of that later.” The biker grabbed the girl’s tits, squeezing as he used his powerful thigh muscles to lift her up onto her toes. His growls were matched by the woman’s squeals of joy.
Georgia realized her nipples were hard, her pussy clenching as she became the voyeur, studying the man’s form, his massive inked arms and neck, the way the blonde’s mouth twitched after every savage plunge. “Oh…”
A sly smile on his face, the biker tipped his face in Georgia’s direction, his pelvic thrusts never slowing down, but he held out his hand, beckoning with his fingers. “Come over here, darlin’. Join us. I’ll fuck that sweet pussy of yours raw.”
A haze formed over Georgia’s eyes as the blonde shifted until she was able to look in her direction. The girl licked her lips in an egregious fashion before winking. A moment, a single split second of her conservative life came crashing down as desire bolted through Georgia hot and heavy. And she wanted to join them. She wanted to be a third. She craved a hard fuck by a mysterious stranger.
But not by sharing another woman.
Gasping for air, Georgia somehow managed to shut down her raging libido, clawing to find the handle to the bathroom door. When she was safely outside, her back slamming against the fake wood grain wall, she exhaled, fighting the urge to slip her hand into her dress and pinch and twist her nipples. This was insane. This was wild. This was… exactly what she’d always wanted. Completely letting go, free of her inhibitions. No attachments.
She made a promise to herself before gathering her wits. One day, one incredible and delicious day she was going to engage in a ménage or maybe a foursome with several hot men. Then, she’d go back for more.
Now, if she could just break free of her conservative side.
Less than two hours later Georgia stood in front of her dresser mirror, a thick wooden bath brush in her hand. She was naked, the only light the one by her bed. She twisted the brush back and forth in her hand, eyeing the perfectly white bristles. This was her dirty little secret. Not even Jessica knew about her weekly maintenance. She studied her reflection, the woman staring back at her.
Exhaling, she twisted her hips, running her other hand down to her ass, tapping lightly. Even the action didn’t give her a true sense of peace, but at least fulfilled a certain level of need. Taking methodical steps toward the bed, she crawled onto her knees, bending over and placing her face against the comforter. The television was on and even if her neighbors heard, they wouldn’t have any idea what was occurring behind closed and locked doors.
She positioned the brush in her hand, lifting her arm and widening her legs. After several misguided attempts, she�
�d learned exactly where and how to hold the brush to create maximum impact. As she swung the brush, smacking her ass, she yelped and sucked in her breath. The sensations were electrifying, unlike using her vibrator, the intensity incredible.
Another smack then another gave her a tingling all the way to her toes. She slapped again, spanking her ass and the top of her thighs. The pain was raw, biting but not enough to make her cry. Her father had always told her that a spanking was supposed to make you cry, the release absolving her of her sins. Tonight, she realized she craved more than what she could give herself.
But she continued peppering her ass, one after the other until her arm hurt and her ass was on fire. Resting her arm, she panted and took a full minute to catch her breath. Then she began again, the strikes harder, becoming more difficult to aim correctly but with every swing of her arm, every slap of the wooden brush against her naked skin, she felt more alive.
“I’d get away from him. He’s dangerous,” the redhead snorted, giving Savage a nasty look.
“Dangerous? I adore the dark and brooding type,” the blonde stated before licking her lips in an exaggerated fashion. “Come here, baby. I’ll give you a little SYC to cheer you up. You know what I’m talkin’ about. Sucking. Your. Cock.”
The redhead snagged the blonde’s arm, yanking her away. “Not that asshole. He’s nothing but trouble. He’s a criminal. A bad man.”
He’s a criminal… The words ticked in his head over and over again, forcing bile into his throat. The bitches were all the same.
“Your shot, Savage. Hurry the hell up. Time for another beer.”