Brought to His Knees-Tough Guys Laid Low By Love
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When he stopped, Ellie shivered. He gripped and shook one cheek and then the other, and then–smack, smack, smack! Unbelievably, her pussy emitted a small rush of liquid, making her press back into his hand.
Brody chuckled and she bit her lip, trying desperately not to speak.
He was still for way too long so she rocked her hips back, begging. He sucked in a breath and did it again, then lifted and pressed her full–bodied against the wall, his face beside hers, his warm, panting breath in her ear. Ellie waited for words which didn’t come. The declaration of love and need that was so familiar to normal relationships.
She reached for his cock and rubbed it. He leaned in, shaking his head no, but she moaned over the thickness, a tiny knot in her heart telling her she wouldn’t have it, not now, no matter how much her mouth watered or her pussy ached. Ellie grasped both sides of his head, fingers laced in his tousled hair and stared into his eyes. Her heart was so full and her need to be filled up so great, she lost her grip, searching his eyes.
“Please–” the roughened, sultry tone of her own voice shocked her.
Brody’s hand flew to her mouth and covered it hard, then ground his hips deeper, the rest of his body still as his cock rubbed against the top of her pussy. He looked away, grinding more, then caught her eyes and didn’t let go. She tried to stand on her tiptoes, to bring it where she wanted it. The more she struggled against him, the harder he held her and deeper he ground. All of it made Ellie wetter. She moaned against his hand and her eyes fluttered closed. She’d never felt both at once–deep caring and lust–but she was sure now of the feeling. She had so much more to give him than this. How could they not make love? How could they not?
She wanted desperately to tell him she loved it–the spanking, covering her mouth–everything. And him.
Fuck. They were in this for different reasons. How could she love a man who risked his life for a belt buckle and who wouldn’t fuck her because if he did the goddamn ghost of cowboys past wouldn’t let him have the stupid thing?
And why the hell was she suddenly feeling so mad?
Oh, she knew why. She knew.
… … …
Janie checked on her from the other side of the door, but Ellie didn’t answer. After a few moments, she heard her pad away down the hall, probably weaving.
A part of her desperately wanted to go home.
Tucked into the huge, wrought iron guest bed, naked and still a little drunk, Ellie did the only thing she could to finish what she and Brody had started. She slid her fingers into herself and imagined Brody naked. In her mind she was back in her tiny New York apartment on a summer night, the city drone silenced by the sight of Brody in all his muscular, tattooed and rock–hard glory at the foot of her bed, smelling like a hay meadow.
Breezy white curtains billowed in around him as Ellie crawled over, licking her lips, ready to suck. She nuzzled his cock with the tip of her nose, and then kissed it. She imagined him smiling and stroking her hair while she loved on his warm, smooth skin for a while. His cock filled her mouth, and while she sucked greedily he stroked the back of her head, murmuring comforting words to soothe her.
After a long while Brody tugged her off and, with a wet pop, her swollen lips came away. She batted her lashes at him and he raised his brows, indicating she should turn.
Ellie proudly shook her ass at him and he smacked it, smoothed it, parted the globes so he could see. I’m going to want in there, he growled, fingering the outer edges of her asshole, teasing her. She wiggled her consent, pushing back. She’d never done “that” before, but Brody’s masterful paddling had let her know with him she’d be okay. He’d take good care of her. He strummed her pussy and sucked the juice off his fingertips, then maneuvered her again until her knees were at the edge of the bed. Brody kneeled behind her, pulling her ass down to his face then, suctioning himself to her, he suckled. He’d been unhurried in his exploration of her, spending more time than any man she knew in that area of her body, bringing forth symphonic orgasms, muscles twitching and releasing, liquid gushing, stars twinkling. Her orgasms were deeply beautiful with Brody. But she wanted more. She wanted the beastly Brody she’d seen a glimpse of tonight. As her thigh muscles began to shake, he pushed her forward on her knees and she felt the tip of his cock gliding along her folds.
“This is how I’m going to fuck you, when I really fuck you.” Brody rolled her to her side and spooned her. He snuggled in closer, still not penetrating her. As he tilted his hips in and out, his cock skimming her pussy lips, gliding between her thighs over a trail of pre–cum, she imagined his warm breath and low groan in her ear. It made her whole back shiver. Ellie ground back into him.
“I’m going to love being inside of you, taking care of you, spurting in you, pulling out a little, then spreading you open so I can see my cum on those beautiful pussy lips.” In her imagination, not even cream pies were off limits. She’d let him do anything. He was completely infatuated and nothing could keep him from her.
“Please, Brody,” she begged.
He smoothed her tangled hair away and nibbled on her ear, while parting her ass again, gripping his cock to rub it around one hole and then the other, teasing her.
“You want it here…or here?”
“Both.”
“You can’t have both tonight, greedy girl. I’ll take this first.”
At that, Brody plunged into her pussy.
“Uuuuhhhmmm…yes…yes,” she breathed. “Moooore.”
Brody fucked her, agonizingly slow.
“Faster.”
“No. Feel every inch of me Ellie.”
Ellie reached back to spread her own ass and grind back.
“Ellie. Shhh. I want to learn you. Go slow.”
“I can’t.”
Ellie reached into her purse on the nightstand and the city began to pulse and purr and vibrate. She struggled to pull away from him and finally flipped on her back.
“Watch me?” She was panting now, writhing under the vibration, pinching at her clit, exposing herself to him.
“Go slow with me,” he groaned.
“Come on my pussy,” she offered, spreading herself wide. “Let me watch you do it.”
Brody gave in to her.
“Grrrrahhhhh!” His body spasmed, every muscle straining as he came in long, ropey spurts. His come landed warm in her folds. The vision of her own sex as a messy puddle of translucent cream sent her over the edge. The wave that had been curling and building inside her finally broke into a trembling orgasm.
“Oh, Brody, ooohhhh…ohhh…”
“That’s my girl, come for me. Can you do more?”
Her body was still quaking as he reached down to play with the liquid pooled between her legs. He stroked her nipples and she flinched.
“Oh, I think you can come some more. Such pretty nipples, Ellie. I’m going to suck them real good and we’ll see how hard you come.” Ellie started to writhe again and, cooing at her, Brody did as promised. A flare of hot tingles rushed from her sensitive nipples to her inner core, building in intensity. Her pussy lips swelled, aching for more. Ellie didn’t know where this was going, but she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to stop herself.
“Bear down into it, baby. Give yourself a good one.”
Ellie bore down and cupped herself as some deeply hidden thing within her body trembled and shook free…wet, sticky, liberated. She smiled at the thought and rolled over, switching off her vibrator. The city sounds blended away into crickets. A light rain began to fall outside her window in Montana, and soon she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
Casper, Wyoming
One of Janie’s beasts thundered back through the gates, having been bested by Colt Lawson in a 90–point ride. Moments later, Colt was there too, bull rope in hand, standing on the bottom rail as Janie checked over the animal. To Ellie’s trained reporter’s eye, Colt looked more like a man who was trying to hide something than a cowboy who’d just gone eight seconds on one
of the circuit’s toughest bulls. It didn’t sit right with her and, as soon as her eyes caught his, he began to taunt the bull.
It pissed Janie off.
“Back off, Colt.”
Not knowing why, Ellie turned her back on the scene, though she could feel Colt’s eyes on her still. He looked at her as if she were a foregone conclusion. The bull snorted and settled behind her. She was happy to leave Colt to other girls–his was the last belt she wanted to be notched in.
Nervously, she checked the time on her phone.
Almost.
Ellie couldn’t wait to be alone with Brody again.
He’d located a spot for them at this arena and stood beside it last night as Ellie headed down the hall toward the Sky Box entrance. Anyone watching would have thought they didn’t know each other. But as she passed by, Brody lifted the brim of his cowboy hat, and her skin prickled all over. She slowed, almost imperceptibly, letting her hand drop and brush across his thigh.
Their meeting had been downright combustible. Knowing he wanted her and could not let himself have her added a new dimension to their encounters and, rather than feel sorry for him, Ellie relished the power she held. She was getting used to it–maybe a little too much.
“That one sits on the bulls too long in the chute,” Janie mumbled, indicating Colt.
“Scared to give the nod.”
“Colt? No. A bull loses its strength the longer he’s kept in the chute with a rider fussing on him. He deserved a DQ for it. Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” Janie asked under her breath.
Ellie nodded. Still looking at her hands, she whispered back.
“I like him too much,” she admitted. “I don’t even know him.”
Janie’s brows flew up. She bumped Ellie who automatically followed her away from the busy area.
“I’m going to be straight with you right now.”
“You always are.” Ellie swallowed. She didn’t know Janie well, but it was a familiar tone. Sounded like Cooper when he gave her this assignment in the first place.
“Brody hasn’t said a word to you.”
“No.” Her stomach tightened.
“And because of it, you assume he doesn’t have the same level of interest?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
“Yeah, well, you’re from New York. Y’all are a bunch of talkers aren’t you?”
Ellie didn’t see what that had to do with anything. Did he like her or not? Was he only in this for the money?
She froze and looked away quickly, jaw tight, eyes burning. If Janie caught it, she didn’t say anything, simply looked off in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was the country way to give a friend some privacy while still being there for them.
Of course he’s in it for the win and not her. The only indication he wanted more was what his friends said, and she didn’t know them at all. Friends can be wrong. She suspected as soon as he gets bucked off his winning streak, they were done. He’d have no more need of her.
Never gamble more than you can afford to lose. Janie and her friends had no idea what Ellie could afford to lose, and Ellie herself had been so caught up in the romantic idea of this thing, she was as much of a gambler as Brody. Broken heart or broken bones, which was worse?
Ellie looked Janie straight in the eye.
“How am I supposed to know how a person feels for sure without words?”
“What makes you think the best way to communicate who you are is by talking? If you think because you don’t talk you’re not close to someone…honey, you ain’t never been in love with a cowboy.”
It made her laugh, at least.
“A man like Brody is all physical–”
“Yep, got that part.”
Janie bumped her shoulder.
“I can only imagine. Shit, any one of them Camerons would do it for me. Now get out of here before I get jealous and sic one of my horned boys on you. Oh, wait. Almost forgot. Next weekend it’s my birthday. I want you to come along.”
The bull riding circuit was moving on to Colorado Springs, but not for another ten days, and Ellie’s boss had given her no choice but stay out west and work remotely.
“Are you inviting me because you think I have nowhere else to go?” Ellie asked.
“No silly, I’m inviting you because I like to test other people’s mettle.”
Ellie forced a smile.
“I did say the part about how it’s my birthday?”
“You mentioned.”
“Mm–hm.”
“Fine, I’m in.”
Janie rubbed her hands together like a mad scientist. In truth, her new friend hadn’t steered Ellie wrong yet. She was having the time of her life sneaking around, doing some good by getting some good, and generally living a life completely different from her own. She even bought Cooper a cowboy hat as a thank you for sending her out here. Of course she’d never tell him about the sweet, rocking pre–event orgasms she’d been having every weekend with Brody.
“I don’t suppose you have any camping gear in your rental car?”
“We’re going camping?”
“Huntin’.”
“Oh, God. I cannot. I’m–”
Janie held up a hand as Ellie sputtered, but Ellie couldn’t stop herself. She’d never killed anything on purpose other than a mosquito, and those little buggers started it. Her blue was about to show through and she’d soon be un–invited to everything, including Brody’s cock, which she was absolutely determined to enjoy as soon as he–
“Let’s not go there, shall we?” Janie interrupted her thoughts with a quick shake and Ellie let out a deep breath of relief. “We like to stay friends around here. Life’s gotten too contentious in this country. I try not to wade into that particular pool with people I like,” she said.
Chapter Seven
Cameron Ranch, near Missoula, MT
A chilly night breeze swept over Brody, leaning back against a broad old Western Red Cedar. He was thankful for a lot right now, including the visit home to see his Dad and bring him another check from last weekend. He was starting to feel like he should share the winnings with Elsie, he owed her that much.
There’s a reason she’s doing this.
Brody shut his eyes. He didn’t want to think about it.
He peeked around the tree trunk at the girls and their dying campfire and cursed under his breath as he heard his sister–in–law Holly ask if anyone thought they should toss another log on the fire. Were they ever gonna stop cackling and go to sleep?
He kept his eye on Holly, the shadows and amber light playing over her features. Though he’d been crazy attracted to her when Gavin brought her home, Brody never developed deeper feelings. Of all his brothers he knew he’d be voted least likely to stick around for any woman. Besides, not everyone was cut out for the open relationship stuff. He always swore he’d be respectful of the woman his brothers loved, and give it a try. It was something they’d all agreed to, as brothers, so he did it.
Gavin loved Holly that way for sure, and he suspected McKenna was in love with her. But him? When had he ever wanted more from a girl than a little fun? As long as he’d been honest about it, he was being respectful of Holly. They’d talked about it and the times he was with her, he’d always checked in to say what this was for him and make sure she was still cool with it. He cared about her, but didn’t expect it’d ever be for him like it was for Gavin or McKenna.
It’d been months since he’d been with Holly.
He pursed his lips together. No matter how much time had passed or how certain he was he didn’t want anything more with Holly, he’d have to tell Elsie someday.
What if the girls got to her and told her first?
Brody whipped his head around again, as they erupted into laughter. Shit. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted Elsie to know, let alone have it come from someone else. They wouldn’t be so careless as to tell her, would they? Nah. They’d be discreet. He knew that much.
His gaze circled t
he campfire. Pretty, each one, but when his vision fell on Elsie he stared. His cock stirred and jaw tightened in frustration. No woman had ever supported him in reaching his goals before, and using sex as the conduit. It was…unique…to say the least.
That’s how sex should be.
If he’d learned anything from the unique arrangement they had at home, it was that sex had to share equal time and importance with everything else in a good relationship. He just never met a woman who understood that, other than Holly.
Brody blinked slowly in a silent prayer that maybe Elsie was that way too?
When he opened his eyes, a sharp movement made him whip back around and lean his head against the rough bark, his hands splayed behind him. He inhaled deeply, and the smells of smoke and wood and green needles surrounded him, clearing his mind. He closed his eyes again.
“I knew you’d be here.”
Brody jerked up at the harsh whisper to see Gavin standing before him, hands on his hips. He kept his ears trained on the party, hoping now wasn’t the time Elsie decided to go pee in the woods. “Don’t stand there like that. They’ll see you.”
Gavin dropped his hands to his sides. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should you.”
“Holly forgot her warm socks.”
“You are so whipped.”
Gavin balked.
“Me? You are hiding behind a fucking tree, man.” Brody didn’t respond, but after a few minutes, they laughed and Gavin spoke again. “You sure she’s okay with this?”
Brody’s lips pursed. He glanced over his shoulder toward the campfire. He didn’t ever want to give her a reason not to be okay with it.
He nodded, and Gavin continued.
“The money you brought home…you know Dad would never ask you to keep doing this. But I’m asking–”
Brody held up a hand to stop him. No need to finish his sentence. We need this.
He strained to hear her voice, her laugh, amongst the others. It was then he heard something which made him and Gavin both snap to attention. He was about to say ’you need to get the hell out of here’, but his brother, hearing the same crack of twigs, was already gone.