Man Candy

by Tia Siren

  I couldn’t help but gawk at her. God, she was beautiful. She had her long hair pulled back into a ponytail that accentuated the angles and lines of her face. Her eyes sparkled in the bright sunshine and her skin glistened with a faint film of sweat that I had to resist licking off.

  I said, “I’m afraid I might have just made that up to get you out of the spa today. I thought we could take the afternoon to get better acquainted. My way of making up for my awful behavior the first time we met.”

  “That’s very nice of you, Mr. Blackstone,” she said, her blue eyes narrowing, “but if I don’t work, I don’t get paid. I’m not here to have a vacation. I have a family back home to support, so I can’t waste a day of my time riding around and playing cowboy with you.”

  A family back home…fuck. I forced a smiled and said, “Family back home? You mean like a husband and a bunch of kids?”

  When I saw her amused smile, I knew there was no man waiting for her back home. I had no problem banging a married woman on occasion, but for some reason a little voice in my head kept telling me that Miranda Carson might not be just another conquest. She might be—could be—something much more.

  “I have three brothers,” she said. “Our parents are gone, so they depend on me. That’s why I have to work.” She tugged the reins to turn her horse around. “So, I better be getting back.”

  “Wait,” I said with a touch of alarm in my voice. “What if I just pay you to keep me company then?”

  She gave me an angry look. “You mean like the whores you’re used to being with?”

  I blinked at her. “Whores?”

  “The way you talked to me the first time we met,” she said. Her beautiful nostrils flared. “You called me a whore. I assume by the way you acted and spoke, that’s who you’re used to being with.”

  “Christ, did I really call you a whore?” It was a genuine question. I didn’t remember calling her a whore. And if I did, shit, maybe Wesley was right. Maybe my cock took over and my brain shut down and shit just spewed from my mouth. I suddenly felt like a total heel.

  “I’m really sorry,” I said, meaning it. “I guess I…well...when I get in certain situations I…fuck…. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

  “You are one fucked-up individual,” she said, her face softening into a smile. “I’ll forgive you, but I really do have to work.”

  “How much did you make yesterday?” I asked.

  She eyed me for a moment. “Around four hundred dollars.”

  “Tell you what, I’ll make sure you’re paid that same amount for the day and you don’t have to put your hands on anyone to earn it.”

  “Anyone?” Her eyes became slits as she studied my face. “Including you?”

  Bingo. I had the fish on the line. All I had to do was reel her in. I gave her a big smile.

  “Especially me,” I said as sincerely as I could. “Look, I just thought we could ride for a bit and get acquainted. No strings. No evil plan. There’s an old cabin at the base of the hills where the cowboys used to brand cattle a hundred years ago. I thought you might enjoy seeing it. We can come back whenever you’re ready. You’re completely in charge.”

  It took her a moment, but finally she smiled and said, “Okay, Mr. Blackstone. Lead the way.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Miranda

  I had my doubts at first, but the afternoon I spent casually riding around the ranch with Conner Blackstone was one of the most relaxing days of my entire life. There was nobody yelling orders at me or bitching because their scallops were overcooked or crapping their pants or giving me teenage attitude.

  It was quiet, peaceful, with the blue sky overhead and the warm wind blowing through my hair. It was, in a word, wonderful.

  And so was Conner. He was like a different person now. I started to wonder if it truly was him that I’d encountered in the massage room or his evil twin.

  We talked about everything: life, plans, dreams, food, movies. The only time Conner seemed apprehensive at all was when the topic turned to family. I got the impression that he and his father hadn’t ever been close but he’d worshipped the old man like a god that constantly let him down. I didn’t press him too hard. If he wanted to tell me about it, that was fine, but I was not one to pry.

  “There’s the old cabin,” he said as we came to a hilltop that overlooked a patch of flatland covered in saw grass.

  It was a tiny log structure, probably a third of the size of the bunkhouse I was staying in back at the lodge.

  There was a catering van with the Big Sky logo on the side parked at the back of the cabin. I could see Wanda Jean and another worker carrying platters of food inside. Crap. I knew she’d be waiting back at the lodge with a million questions for me later.

  “My grandfather built that cabin with his own two hands over a hundred years ago. Come on, I’ll give you a tour.” Conner gave his horse a gentle slap of the reins and started trotting down the hill. I clicked my tongue and my horse fell in behind his.

  We got off our horses just as Wanda Jean came through the front door. When she saw me, her jaw literally dropped.

  “Uh, hi, Miranda,” she said, her eyes bugging. “Fancy seeing you here.”

  Conner’s eyebrows went up. “You two know each other?”

  “Wanda Jean and I are best friends,” I said quickly, before she could say something totally embarrassing. “We drove up together. We’re both from Fort Worth.”

  “Very cool,” Conner said with a smile. He turned to Wanda Jean, who was standing on the porch at parade rest, like a soldier awaiting orders. “Well, Wanda Jean, is our dinner ready?”

  Wanda Jean looked a little like the cat that ate the canary. She said, “Yes, sir. Exactly what you ordered: flank steaks, baked potatoes, homemade peach cobbler. There’s also a cooler with an assortment of beer, wine, and soft drinks.” She gave me a smile. “Hope you both like it.”

  “I’m sure we will,” Conner said, reaching into this pocket and bringing out a wad of cash that would choke a horse. He peeled off four one-hundred-dollar bills and held them out to Wanda Jean between two fingers. “For you and your helper. Y’all can go on back. I think we can handle it from here.”

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Blackstone. Thank you.” To me, she lowered her voice to say, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  It wasn’t great advice, because there wasn’t much Wanda Jean wouldn’t do if she were in my shoes.

  She took the money, cut me an amused look, and then disappeared back into the house and out the back door.

  I heard the van start up and Conner extended a hand to welcome me inside.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Conner

  We sat at the little table at the center of the old cabin and feasted like kings. The food was perfect and the company was amazing. Miranda and I talked for hours. There was no agenda, no ulterior motive. We just liked each other.

  Talking to her was easy. Looking at her was even easier. It was like reconnecting with an old friend you didn’t know you’d missed until they showed up. I couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed and unguarded.

  “You mentioned your family back in Fort Worth,” I said as we sat eyeing each other across the table covered with empty plates. I was drinking Coors and she was nursing a glass of red wine. We weren’t drunk, but I didn’t think either of us was feeling much pain. “Tell me about them.”

  “I have three brothers,” she said, holding up three fingers. “Scotty is eighteen and the twins are four.”

  “And you’re raising them?”

  She eyed me for a moment, maybe wondering if that was going to be an issue with me. She said, “Yes. When my dad and stepmom died, I became their legal guardian.”

  “That must be hard,” I said. “Young woman, just starting outing out in life, suddenly burdened with three kids to raise.”

  “It’s not a burden,” she said defensively. “I love my brothers and would do anything in the world for them.” She took a sip of wine and watched me from over the t
op of the glass. “Tell me about your family.”

  I shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. My mom died when I was six. My old man died a few years ago.”

  “Do you have brothers and sisters?”

  “No,” I said quickly, and then I gave her a shrug. “Well, I’m told I have a younger half brother, but I’ve never met him, so…”

  “How old is he?”

  I picked up the beer bottle and started peeling the label with my thumbnail. This wasn’t a topic I wanted to pursue with her, at least not now. I had other things on my mind. Still, I knew I had to play along if I was going to spend the rest of the evening exploring her magnificent body with my tongue.

  I said, “He’s four or five, I think.”

  “You think?” She was frowning at me. “How can you not know how old your little brother is?”

  I bit my tongue and fought the urge to tell her to go fuck herself because it was none of her business. Instead I said, “I told you. I’ve never met him.”

  “Where does he live?”

  “Galveston.”

  “With his mom?”

  I forced myself to breath normally. “No. She died a few months ago.”

  “Is he coming to live with you then? I mean, he is your brother and he’s only four. Surely you’re not going to let someone else raise him?”

  “Why are we even talking about this?” I asked, no longer able to keep the anger out of my voice. I slammed the beer bottle down onto the table. “We’re not here to talk about our fucking families, for Christ’s sake!”

  She set the wine glass on the table and sat eyeing me with her jaw set. “Then why are we here, Mr. Blackstone?”

  “I’m really not sure anymore,” I huffed, pushing myself up from the table and knocking over my chair in the process. For some reason, I didn’t want to have sex with her anymore. I didn’t even want to be around her. I just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

  “Come on,” I said, moving toward the door. “It’s getting dark. We need to get back.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Miranda

  I wasn’t sure why it set Conner off, but the talk of his little brother seemed to throw a switch in his head, and he went from smiling and happy to frowning and pissed off in the blink of an eye.

  He slammed his beer bottle onto the table and headed for the door. I took a deep breath and followed close behind.

  It had gotten dark out, but when I looked up at the night sky, I didn’t see stars. The sky was black as pitch. Low clouds rolled above us. Just off to the west the sky was suddenly ablaze with lightning, and a second later, a boom of thunder hit so loudly that our horses jerked away from the hitching post and hightailed it back toward the stables, as they had become programmed to do.

  “Goddamn you, old man!” Conner yelled as a hard rain began to fall. He held up his fists like he was cursing God himself. I stood on the covered porch, watching him for a moment. I didn’t know why, but something inside me ached for him. I knew at that moment that a lot of his bravado and alpha male bullshit was just the wall he’d built to protect his true feelings. As he stood there getting drenched in the pouring rain, my heart went out to him.

  Conner sank to his knees on the wet ground and covered his face with his hands. Without thinking, I ran across the yard and wrapped my arms around his head and let him sob into my breasts as the rain came down hard on us both.

  I put my hands on his cheeks and forced him to look up at me. As the rain drenched us, I lowered my lips to his and realized that this man needed me as much as I needed him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Conner

  The feel of Miranda’s lips on mine seemed to wash away the anger I was feeling toward my father and a child I had never even met.

  The image of the photograph Wesley had shown me, the one of my old man holding the little boy and looking happier than he ever looked when holding me, melted from my mind.

  I somehow knew, as Miranda’s arms went around my neck, that everything was going to be all right.

  I got to my feet and scooped her up into my arms. Our kiss continued as I carried her into the cabin and kicked the door closed with my foot.

  We stood in the center of the room, peeling off each other’s wet clothes and dropping them onto the plank flooring. Once we were naked, I guided her to a cot that was set up in the back corner of the room.

  Rather than commanding her to do so, I gently laid her back on the cot and put my hands on her knees to spread her legs so I could see my prize.

  Her pussy was beautiful. The blond curls above her clit were trimmed short. The lips were pink and glistening with moisture as if they were dying to be kissed.

  It was all I could do not to hammer my cock into her. It was already as hard as a rock and ready to go, but I wasn’t ready to do that just yet.

  I was still the alpha male, the king stud to her queen bitch, but sometimes being the alpha meant knowing when to hammer it home and when to take your time and just enjoy the spoils of the conquest.

  I wanted to take this slowly.

  I wanted to make it last.

  I wanted to burn every touch and smell and taste of her into my memory for all time.

  And that was exactly what I did.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Miranda

  I lay back with my eyes closed and my breath held. I had never been with a man before. Heck, no man had ever even seen me naked. That was why I was a little surprised that I had no inhibitions where Conner was concerned. I was willingly opening my legs to him, inviting him to do as he pleased, knowing he would be the one to take my virginity at last.

  I had no schoolgirl notions about being a virgin. I had not been saving myself for marriage, but I had been saving myself for the right man. And I knew that I would know who that man was when the time came. Now, as I felt Conner’s fingers and tongue teasing my pussy, there was no doubt in my mind that he was the man I’d been waiting for.

  I reached down and pulled back the hood of my clit so he could swirl his tongue around the nub. Shockwaves shuddered through my body. I felt myself gushing juices onto his face and into his mouth. I watched in utter fascination as Conner swept his tongue from my asshole, up my pussy lips, around my clit, and back again. I felt myself coming, the first orgasm I’d ever had that didn’t come from a dream or my own hand.

  Conner put his hands on my ass and lifted me up to his mouth. He buried his tongue deep inside me and pressed his lips to my pussy like a French kiss. His thumb toyed with my wet asshole and his tongue worked its magic on my pussy hole. It didn’t take long for me to come again. Conner moaned as he sucked the juices from me, as if he were savoring a wonderful meal.

  I reached for him, pulling him until he was straddling me with his balls resting on my breasts and his giant cock looming in front of my face. I reached around to clamp my hands on his ass and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

  I was about to make my dream come true.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Conner

  I almost blew my load the moment Miranda slid my cock into her beautiful mouth. She held on to my ass as she bobbed her head back and forth, taking nearly the whole ten inches down her throat. I reached behind me and found her drenched pussy with my fingertips. I rubbed her clit as she sucked my cock. She spread her legs wide and bucked her ass so my fingers could slip inside her.

  “Christ, you beautiful bitch,” I heard myself say. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “I love your wet pussy. I love the way you suck my big hard cock. I want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your ass. I want to pound my cock into your beautiful pussy until you come like a motherfucking tidal wave.”

  She stopped sucking my cock. Fuck, what had I done? I opened my eyes and looked down to find her smiling up at me. She said, “Do you want to pop my cherry?”

  My mouth must had dropped open, because she grinned up at me and teased the tip of my cock with her tongue.

  “Your…cherry…” I said the words slowly, wondering if they meant what I though
t they did.

  “I’m a virgin,” she said, her right hand around my cock, slowly sliding her fingers up and down the veiny shaft. “I want you to fuck my pussy so hard with your big cock that you pop my cherry and send me screaming over the moon. Will you do that for me, Conner? Pop my cherry with this big wonderful cock of yours?”

  I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes and said, “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said with tears in her eyes. She let go of my cock and rested her hands on my chest. “Please, Conner. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Please, take me and make me your own.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Miranda

  Conner stared down at me with eyes not only filled with lust, but with true compassion and caring. He braced himself on his palms and moved from straddling me to positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his stiff cock rubbing against my pussy, lubricating himself for the journey inside. He pressed the head of his cock to my pussy hole and paused for a moment.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “I’m positive,” I said, wrapping my legs around his ass. “Just go slowly until I say otherwise.”

  He smiled and leaned down to give me a slow kiss. His tongue wet my lips for me and I felt the head of his cock slide into my pussy. My breath caught in my throat.

  He pressed his lips to mine and I felt him slide in a little more. The walls of my pussy stretched to accommodate this wonderful, new thing it had never felt before.

  Then both of us felt the tip of his cock press against the little wall of tissue protecting my cherry. He asked if I was ready. I held my breath and gave him a nod.

  “Yeeow!” I screamed as he impaled me fully onto his cock. My eyes filled with tears and I choked back a sob, but I took another deep breath and told him to keep going.

  Conner proceeded slowly. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slowly slid it back in. Quickly, the pain was replaced by the most amazing pleasure I could have imagined. With each thrust, little sparks shot through my body like the Fourth of freakin’ July. My nipples were hard as thimbles. Conner lowered his lips to my right nipple as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my sopping pussy.