My Cocky Cowboy: An Older Man Steamy Romance

by Mia Madison

  “I'm great,” I say. “So happy when I'm with you.”

  “Ditto,” he says, giving me another squeeze.

  When we turn off the road onto the long sand drive leading to the ranch house, I figure I should hop back under the blanket out of sight.

  “You stay right where you are,” Shea tells me in his masculine tone. “No girl of mine has to skulk around and hide.”

  “But Nissa -”

  “Anyone's got something to say, they can take it up with me,” he insists.

  “I already got into trouble with her,” I say. “She thinks I'm too lippy.”

  “You tell her it's one of the things I love about you.”

  I can't reply to that because I'm quivering though every nerve ending. Did he just say he loves me in a round about kind of way?

  Sure enough Nissa's on the warpath as soon as we pull into the yard and I open the door to leap down from the truck.

  “Where have you been?” she demands.

  “Out,” I tell her with a knife edge to my tone, suddenly having enough of being spoken to like a kid.

  She goes on for a while before finishing up with a dismissive, “You need to get ready for the opening tonight.”

  “I'm a fake princess, not a real one,” I snarl. “There's no need to take this quite so seriously.”

  I stride toward the ranch house, feeling strong because Shea stood on his side of the truck throughout the conversation. He let me handle myself but made sure to be close by me, ready to defend me should I need it. It's the most amazing feeling and one I've never known until now.

  I can't imagine feeling the same way with a guy my own age. Shea's so confident and manly in his years and I've never seen a hotter freaking cowboy, which is saying something seeing as I must have met every one in existence in recent weeks.

  Getting dressed up and putting the tiara in my hair seems silly now. I'm almost embarrassed by what Shea's going to say when he sees me putting on princessy airs for a crowd.

  “Where were you?” Modesty whispers when she zips me up. “Nissa was almost spewing.”

  “I rode into town with Shea.”

  “The guy that spanked your bottom?” she squeaks, her eyes wide and more than a little impressed.

  “You saw that?”

  “I did but I didn't say anything. Not even to Rafe. It must have been so exciting.”

  I smile the biggest grin at the memory.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  “The cowboys on this ranch are the hottest on the planet,” she says.

  “You've changed your tune in just a few days.”

  “I had to grow out of my childish terrors sometime, right?”

  Nissa's bustling about at the door, calling for us, so I give Modesty a hug for good luck and because I'm pleased to see her growing up and finding herself. This tour has been good for something after all. Aside from the best benefit of meeting my cocky cowboy.

  We go downstairs and I almost buckle at the knees when I see Shea all scrubbed and clean shaven, dressed up and wearing a pair of slightly less ravaged chaps and a fresh dark hat. All the cowboys on the ranch are in a line, waiting at the bottom of the stairs when the three of us step out. They lift their hats in unison and I smile, directing the warmth all at Shea when my eyes slide along the row to meet his.

  “I'm going to really have to keep close guard over you tonight,” he hisses as he falls in behind me. “You look good enough to ravage.”

  “You too,” I tell him, through unmoving lips.

  He lifts me up onto the cart they've decked out with decoration and Rafe follows suit with Modesty, making her eyes pop open. She looks at me with a secret grin as we settle beside each other, Violet as Queen rides in front of us while we hold flags aloft. The cowboys mount their giant steeds and form a ceremonial line in front of us and then we ride out to begin the parade.

  The ranch has filled up with thousands of people for the opening night party. This looks like being the best of the many rodeos we've attended on the tour, not least because Shea lives here. I'm wondering how we'll ever manage to get another moment alone this weekend. There's a packed schedule of events and if not this weekend, then when?

  The thought that I might have to leave without ever feeling him inside me wrenches at my heart. I remember that sign at Shelley's Diner and take some comfort in the fact that there's always a plan. If we don't find a way to be together during the rodeo, I won't give up. Shea isn't a man you walk away from and forget.

  True to his word, Shea is close at my shoulder like a rough and tumble bodyguard throughout the evening. Even when he's at work, firing up the pit for the cookout, or directing a calf roping contest, I feel his eyes burning into me through the throng of people.

  When some guy barrels up to meet me with a risque comment Shea lets out a low growl that has the man almost bowing and scraping in apology before disappearing into the crowd.

  “I love having my own personal protector,” I murmur to him when I get a five minute break from royal duties and we grab a fast cup of punch and a beer at the drinks stand.

  “Get used to it,” he gruffs out before being called away to start the roping display.

  Chapter FIFTEEN

  Shea

  To me she looks like a genuine princess when she comes down the stairs. My own little queen. I cannot believe how beautiful Dallyce is. She outshines every woman around her, not that I have eyes for any of them. I could stare at Dallyce for the rest of my life and never so much as notice another girl.

  She's wearing a real Wild West outfit, Annie Oakley style. The top she has on is frilled and gathered then the laced corset belt pushes up her tits so they spill over beneath the loose fabric. It's enough to turn my balls into a pair of steaming volcanoes.

  The shindig drives me half deranged, seeing her chatting with so many guys that are trying to hit on her, especially after a couple of beers. It's a wild night with everyone letting their hair down for some fun. And there aren't too many women in our world so the ranch hands get kind of rowdy but the douches from town are worse.

  Once or twice I come close to fisting some guy to the dust for speaking to my Dallyce out of turn. Fortunately I'm at her side and one glare from me with a dangerous warning sees them vanishing across the horizon.

  I don't like leaving her to compete in the bareback bronc contest but riding the bucking wild steer into submission at least alleviates some of the searing tension in my blood.

  “Fantastic ride, Shea,” the guys clap me on the back when I come out of the ring, my muscles burning with the thrill of exertion. I'm breathing steam almost like the bull now heading into the ring.

  I stride through the crowd, it parts and falls away, the faces staring at me as I tread with only one purpose. I can't take the need a moment longer. I don't know when I'll get the chance to claim Dallyce and make her mine. So I need to create the opportunity. And I've decided it's now. Flirting with her and holding her hand has only served to ramp up my need to possess her even stronger. I'm like a flailing beast. A glutton. The hunger for her is beyond taming. It can only be satisfied.

  “Would you excuse us?” I command, rather than ask, the two guys chatting with Dallyce.

  Before they have a chance to object, I take her by the arm and lead her back through the crowd.

  “Shea, where are we going? I'm supposed to -” Her eyes shine when she looks up at me and I know she found it exciting, watching me dominate the raging animal.

  “You're supposed to be with me.”

  They're announcing me as the winner of the rough stock contest and calling me to come be awarded the trophy by the queen. But I already have my queen. And my trophy. I pull her with me, although she's not putting up the slightest resistance and seems as eager as me for us to be alone.

  “Shit,” I moan as we step into the yard.

  “Nissa,” Dallyce hisses.

  The chaperone is sitting at the fire pit making eyes at some older dude with a direct view of th
e entrance to my house.

  I immediately veer off behind Jessop's place.

  “Shea, where are you taking me?”

  “It doesn't matter where I take you,” I tell her. “I need you now, Dallyce. It's fucking burning me up and I don't intend to wait any longer.”

  I drag her inside the barn and kick the door shut behind us. Then I pull down the massive bar of wood to hold them firmly in place and shove Dallyce up against the solid wood before slamming my mouth down onto hers. She's as desperate for me as I am her because her hands grab at my shoulders to tug me to her. My hat goes flying across the hay and she stretches her lips apart to let me fuck her mouth with my tongue like I'd like to do with my cock pretty damn soon.

  But not the first time.

  Much as her mouth sends me delirious drunk with desire, the first time I come inside her body I want to be her tight pussy. She paws at my biceps then her small hand goes to my cock, straining like a wild thing in my jeans.

  Her touch through the denim sends me even more deranged to feel the length of her slickness gripping me. If she gets her wish of tugging my zipper down, I'm likely to blow my load in seconds.

  I tug her hand off me and yank the skirt up her legs to her waist. When I slip underneath her panties and fill my hand with her ass cheek I see red hot fire flashing before my eyes. I squeeze the succulent flesh hard and a moan escapes from her mouth, echoed by a feral sound from my lips. We're both dragging for air, panting and gasping with thwarted hunger, like a couple of rough stock.

  She throws her head back and I nip down the side of the neck she's offered me then lick all the way back up before plunging into her mouth again. I want to string this delicious fucking play out as long as possible but I also need to fuck her harder than she's ever taken a man before.

  “You need to know you're mine now,” I growl.

  I yank the elasticated top of her dress down over her tits and suck the points of each one sticking out like silver bullets beneath the transparent lace of her bra. She threads her fingers through my hair with a louder moan.

  “More,” she pleads. “Don't be gentle.”

  “I have no intention of anything beyond taking your pussy hard.” I tell her before spinning her around.

  I pull her tits out of the lacy cups and tweak her hungry nipples, rolling and pinching them both as Dallyce tips her head back onto my shoulder to jut them out further. The full globes are already perky firm but are shoved up by the corset belt so they spill over in a tempting display. She's grinding her perfect backside into my rigid blade so I push her forward and yank the swirling dress up over her round cheeks, taking a second to admire the firm round cheeks before I tear her underwear down her thighs.

  I'm ravenous to drop to my knees and spread her open for a taste of her glistening pussy lips, poking out all swollen and pink, but my cock is having none of it. It's pounding and thrusting like a fucking stampede so I pop by belt buckle open and tug my zipper down to at least free the bastard from its yoke. It stands up like a fucking trooper, red and stretched to bursting. The instant I slide into her I'm sure I'm going to explode.

  Chapter SIXTEEN

  Dallyce

  A shard of pure deliciousness flies through my core as soon as Shea's girth shoves into my tunnel, stretching my walls to their extreme.

  “Oh god.”

  “Am I hurting you, Angel.”

  “I want you to ride me hard,” I pant out, one word to each sharp inhalation of breath.

  “Man I love it when you hug me like that,” he groans.

  He pulls the tiara out of my hair and it tumbles down around my shoulders. I am unkempt with my tits hanging loose and jolting with every hard thrust of his cock into my pussy. His fingers thread through my long hair and use my mane like Cinders' leather reins. I want him to ride me with the same fierce gallop.

  I moan and thrash beneath him, feeling the most powerful sensation gathering in my thighs. It moves through my core with every jerk of his solid blade pressing against my tunnel in every direction, forcing ripples of mounting pleasure to build and grow.

  Ohhh. I moan, close to screaming because the intensity is too much. I don't want it to ever stop but I can't contain the overwhelm of pleasure that can only be called ecstatic.

  “Come for me, Angel,” Shea commands. “I'm going to fill you up any second.”

  He tugs my hair so my head tilts back and with the other hand clamped on my ass he plunges fast and taut all the way inside my pussy until I unravel into sparkling waves that electrify my skin. Fortunately my palms are flat on the hay bale because all the strength flies out of my thighs and they begin to shake with the effort of holding me up. I'm still impaled on Shea's iron pole and there's no doubt that monster is strong enough to carry me all on its own.

  He pulls smoothly out and helps me turn and sink back onto the hay, my thighs vibrating. Now I'm facing that still stunning cock, all wet and glistening, standing half mast before me jutting out from between his leather chaps. It's a sight that makes me wet all over again. Before he can move me, I take hold of him at the root and wrap my mouth around his cashmere length.

  “Oh, Angel,” he groans. “Fuck, that's good.”

  I lick all the sweet and salty juices off his still solid dick. I slide all of him into my mouth, having to stretch so wide my jaw hinge aches. I can hardly believe I took the full breadth and length of the massive hammer inside me. Shea makes low growly sounds as he strokes my head and twirls my hair around his fingers.

  “How are you, Angel? Not too sore?”

  “Not too sore to want more,” I tell him.

  “Greedy little girl.”

  He slides out of my mouth and lays back on the prickly hay, then pulls me down to lie on his broad chest, making a pillow of himself so I don't get prickled. Always a gentleman even though he can be an untamed beast. He crooks one arm behind him, to rest his head on his hand and stare up at the barn ceiling while he strokes my back. I'm still quivering with orgasmic aftershocks and as wobbly as a bowl of pudding.

  “Jesus, you are really incredible,” Shea gruffs towards the roof, like he's talking to the stars, if only we could see them.

  “Can we just stay in here all weekend?”

  “I wish we could stay here forever. I want to devour you with my eyes, my hands and be buried inside you night and day.”

  “But—I have to go.”

  I wasn't going to bring it up seeing as we barely know each other but if not now, I don't know when. I need to find out if this was a quickie fun for him, like so many cowboys on every ranch I've been through have offered. Except Shea isn’t like any of the others. He's wilder than any of them but also more mature, even sensitive. There'll never be another man to match Shea as long as I live.

  “I know, Angel. You have to get back to work. But you can't blame me for wanting to keep you with me for one last cuddle up.”

  Wait. That wasn't what I meant. Screw the job. I don't care about that at all. I only wanted to know what was going to happen between us now but I guess I got my answer.

  One last cuddle up.

  He's had all of me and that's enough.

  I climb up off the hay, using his chest as a handlebar to push off. He watches me with half-lidded eyes as I bend down to hike up my panties and my tits bob in his face. I pull up the gathered blouse and re-tie my hair before finding the stupid tiara thing that went crashing to the ground as he clawed his hands through my hair ravenously.

  “Hey, what's up?” he demands, sitting up on the hay and somehow looking hotter than ever with his thighs splayed wide.

  “Nothing,” I snip, turning to head back to the rodeo.

  The music for the square dance has started up and I ought to be there.

  Shea lurches forward and grabs my arm, pulling me back to stand between his open thighs.

  “Nope. Not buying it. You're upset all of a sudden and this is only gonna work if you're always honest with me and share what you're feeling. So tell me what
I did.”

  I swallow hard, my legs still shaking from the incredible sex he just gave me and his stunning face staring up at me questioning and brooking no pouting.

  “What do you mean this is only going to work if I'm honest?”

  “Just that. Tell me straight what you're feeling, good and bad. There's nothing you could say to me that would ever make me feel any different about you. So don't be afraid to let rip.”

  “Okay. But I was asking about the 'this going to work' part.”

  “What about it?”

  “You want something to work between us?”

  “Don't you?”

  A serious look descends on his gorgeous features for the first time.

  “No,” he groans. “Don't tell me you were using me for some man candy action?”

  “Man candy action? Is that cowboy speak for a booty call?”

  “Maybe. You keep teasing me like that though and I'll have to put you over my knee. You're about due another spanking.”

  My cheeks flush hot at the memory of the slap on my ass while tossed outlaw style across a horse, that got me hotter than ever.

  “Answer me? Was this a one off thing for you?”

  “God, no Shea. I was thinking the same thing. You're the only man I want in the entire world.”

  His wide mouth stretches high on one side.

  “Right then. I see another pout like that ever again, don't forget that lassoing I gave you. You aren't too old a colt to be tied up and trained.”

  He pulls me down for another steamy long kiss that he only breaks right at the moment he's ready to rip my clothes off all over again. Then he allows me to return to my duties.

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Shea

  The weekend of the rodeo is over and everyone says it was the best ever. Even the TV cameras came to broadcast some of the fun. Not that I give a holy crap about that, but Boss says it's good for business. I'm herding the cattle alone today, far out on the range with only the sound of mooing and lowing to keep me company. The other cowboys were set to taking down the fencing and stands and general clean up to return the ranch to normal.