COWBOY (Unfit Hero Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Girlie, even in the daylight he is a sexy, broody mess.”

  “I’m not ready,” I breathe.

  He whistles. “I don’t think he cares, his luggage is leaning against the house, too.”

  My heart starts to race. Glancing around, I look to see if there are any paparazzi cameras around. I don’t know what I would do if they caught wind of Ford, it would be a complete frenzy.

  He’s just what Damion said that he was, a sexy, broody mess and the industry would eat him up, he’d be on every magazine rag and gossip website around. I know for a fact that he photographs well, too well.

  “He’s looking at me,” I whisper.

  Damion chuckles as he shifts the car into park. “He is, and he looks hungry, girlie.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt.

  “You can say that again. Oohhhh, he’s coming over here.”

  Shifting my gaze over to Damion, I narrow my eyes on him. “Would you stop it, I can see,” I snap. Damion’s lips curve up into a grin.

  “Honey, he is so damn fine. They have any gay cowboys in Texas? I want one,” he murmurs.

  The door flies open at his words and I almost fall out of the car since I was resting my back against the door. Thankfully, I’m wearing my seatbelt. I feel Ford’s presence, he lowers behind me, and I know he’s crouched down.

  Damion is just smiling, his lips wide and his perfectly straight teeth on display. I purse my lips together, wishing that I could throw something at him. Relaxing my bitch face, slowly I turn to look at Ford.

  His lips are twitching into their own smile, his eyes searching mine. He’s wearing an old dirty ball cap, and his Pearl Snap Button Shirt is half-open, showing just the top of his scar.

  “Ford,” I say coolly.

  His mouth turns up into a smile. He reaches forward, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Hey, honey. Wanted to talk,” he states.

  Nodding my head, I press my lips together and bite the inside of my cheek as I watch him. His eyes are searching mine, watching me for a reaction. I don’t give it to him. I don’t give him any idea of how much I want him. How just his presence alone makes me weak in the knees and aching for his touch.

  “Well kiddies, I’m out of here. If you need me, Stephanie, you know where to find me,” Damion loudly calls out.

  Neither of us says a word as we continue to stare at one another. We’re supposed to talk. After spending all evening at his side last night and not talking to him, not touching him, I don’t know how I’m supposed to have a conversation with him tonight.

  All I want to do is grab a hold of the sides of his shirt and hear those pearl snaps pop open.

  Ford lifts his hand and I think that he’s going to touch my face again, but he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for my seatbelt release and I hear it click. He guides the belt from across my chest and lets it hang loosely at my side.

  “C’mon now,” he murmurs, his voice low, raspy and sexy as shit.

  “We’re going to talk,” I exhale.

  He chuckles. “Yeah, after.”

  “After?”

  He hums as he stands, holding his palm out for me to take. Slipping my hand in his, I shift my legs and plant both of my feet on the concrete before I stand.

  I’m in a dress, one that I chose for the interview, not something from wardrobe. It’s leopard print, not too low-cut, but just enough. It’s loose and flowy so that the camera doesn’t catch even a tiny roll in my stomach if I’m sitting.

  The black high heels I’m wearing click against the concrete as Ford guides me toward my front door. I don’t bother looking for paparazzi anymore. It doesn’t matter if they’re here or not. Let them get their fill of Ford Matthews.

  My hand trembles as I search for my house keys in my handbag. I finally grab a hold of them and reach for the door. Ford doesn’t allow me to open my front door alone, especially since I miss the lock about three times in a row.

  Reaching for my keys, he wraps his fingers around mine, guiding my hand toward the door and together we unlock the deadbolt before we turn the knob and he gently pushes the door open. My house is quiet, the sounds of only our shoes and his rolling luggage filling the space as we walk inside.

  Before I can turn around to ask him if he wants something to drink, to see if he needs anything, I feel his hands wrap around my waist from behind and his mouth touches the side of my neck.

  “Ford?”

  “Fuck talk, Stephanie,” he murmurs against my skin.

  Shaking my head, my eyes flutter closed when I feel his mouth against my neck. Moaning, I drop my head back until it lands against his shoulder with a soft thump. One of his hands slides up my stomach until it reaches the bodice of my dress.

  His fingers dive into the top of my dress, cupping my breast from over the top of my bra. His other hand slowly slides down to my hip and he bunches the fabric of my dress in his hand, tugging it up my thighs.

  “Ford,” I breathe.

  It seems all I can say is his name, nothing else will come out. He hums against my skin, his tongue tasting me, then his teeth nip me and goosebumps break out all over my body.

  “We really should talk,” I mumble.

  “After,” he grunts as his fingers tug down the cup of my bra and find my nipple.

  He rolls my already hard bud between his fingers before he gently tugs on the piercing. I moan, my thighs shaking and the warmth pools in my belly at the same time my pussy spasms.

  “Fine,” I sigh. “After.”

  FORD

  I would laugh at her obvious frustration and annoyance, then surrender, but I don’t. It’s sexy as fuck, just like she is. I don’t know what’s really been going on since she left Gallup. I should probably ask if she ended up hooking back up with that fucker, hear it straight from her whether they’re together or not, but I find that I don’t really want the answer, at least not yet.

  All I want is to be inside of her again, to fuck her until she can’t breathe, to claim her as my own, at least for the moment if nothing else.

  “Ford, please,” she whimpers.

  It’s the most beautiful sound in the fucking world, her begging me. My lips find her earlobe and I gently tug on it. She arches her back, rubbing her ass against my hard cock that’s throbbing against the zipper of my jeans.

  Tugging on her piercing again has her crying out as her hand flies up, wrapping around the back of my neck and squeezing. I shift my hips, rubbing my jeans against her ass, wishing I could slide inside of her sweet body immediately.

  Continuing to pull her dress up her thighs, then her waist, I slide my hand to her belly. Her muscles clench beneath my palm as I guide my hand to the waist of her panties. Without pausing for even a moment, my hand dives into her panties and I cup her pussy.

  She rolls her hips, searching for my touch and I’m not one to withhold, especially not since it’s been weeks since we’ve had one another. Gliding my fingers through her folds, I find that she’s wet. Without hesitation, I slip my finger inside of her, my palm cupping her clit.

  “Jesus,” she breathes, turning her head.

  Her lips graze the underside of my jaw. I feel her tongue touch me, it’s warm and wet, just as sweet as the rest of her.

  “You miss me?” I ask on a low laugh.

  She hums. “Yeah, I did. Fuck me, Ford,” she tries to demand.

  I let out a rumble, my finger working her, pumping in and out, curling just at the spot that she likes, then grinding my palm against her sweet clit in a rhythm that I know she fucking loves.

  Her body is easy to read, it’s not the same as it was seventeen years ago, but I can’t deny that what it is, is a hell of a lot better than I could have ever imagined.

  Stephanie is bolder, she owns her womanhood, her sexuality. She knows what she likes now and isn’t afraid to show that. It’s hot as fuck. She also likes the way I fuck, which has been a huge problem with other women and for that alone, this is worth working on and keeping.

  “Come on m
y fingers,” I rasp against her neck.

  She shakes her head, her hips jerking as she climbs closer to her release. “I want you inside,” she whimpers.

  Chuckling, I continue to fuck her with my finger, slipping a second inside of her. “I am inside of you, honey. I can feel your wet pussy. It’s warm and fluttering around me as you climb higher toward your climax.”

  “Ford,” she moans.

  Grinding my palm harder against her clit, she lets out a gasp. I think maybe that it’s too hard, but her hips start to roll faster, meeting my thrusts, curls, and grinding until I hear her cry out as her pussy clamps down around my fingers.

  I don’t stop my movements, drawing out her release and honestly just loving the feel of her wetness as it drips down my fingers and hand. When she’s completely boneless, that’s when I begrudgingly remove my hands from her tit and her pussy.

  Spinning her around, I grin down at her and reach out and wrap my hand around her shoulder, squeezing.

  “Do I get to suck your cock?”

  I lick my lips, tipping my chin to look down at her. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. Running my thumb along her bottom lip, I pull it out slightly.

  “Suck my cock? No,” I rasp. Her brows furrow as my lips twitch. “Do I get to fuck your mouth? Absolutely.”

  Her lips part in awe and without a word she sinks down to her knees for me. One of her tits is still out of her dress, her eyelids lowered as she looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck me, but she’s never looked sexier. She’s a fucking mess, a beautiful fucking mess.

  Stephanie reaches for my belt and unhooks it, letting it and the buckle fall to the side as she reaches for my button and zipper. She slowly unzips me, then shoves my jeans and underwear down my hips to my thighs.

  Wordlessly she reaches for my cock, wrapping her fingers around me and gently stroking me a couple of times. I don’t need it, I’m ready to fucking blow as it is. Her lips curve up into a grin before she parts them.

  Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of her hair as I slowly sink down her throat. My eyes stay on hers as I fuck her mouth. She sucks, her tongue licking when she can. I want to come, but I don’t. I’m saving my release for when I’m buried deep inside of her cunt.

  Jerking out of her mouth, I shake my head when she leans forward. “Need you, need to taste you,” I clarify.

  “Ford, I just want you,” she whispers.

  “You got me, honey,” I mutter.

  “You know what I mean.”

  Chuckling, I reach down, wrapping my hands beneath her arms as I bring her up to her feet. Slowly, careful not to fall on my fucking face, I guide her over to her sofa. Reluctantly, she sits on the edge.

  “Take your panties off, spread for me,” I demand as I toe my boots off, then kick my jeans and underwear off. “Keep the dress on, it’s hot as fuck.”

  “You’re dirty.” She laughs.

  “Fuck yeah, I am.”

  Stephanie does exactly what I ask of her. She hikes up her dress, sitting on the edge of her sofa and spreads her legs, showing me every inch of her center as I sink down to my knees. I eat her. Just like the pussy starved man that I am.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  STEPHANIE

  Ford is behind me, my body bent over the arm of the sofa. My breasts are swaying out of the top of my dress, that dress still hiked up around my waist as he drives inside of me from behind. His hand tangles in the back of my hair, forcing my back to arch for him as he thrusts harder and harder.

  We haven’t talked.

  Not unless you consider him demanding me to do things, to position myself, to come—talking. I don’t, but I still do it all, every single thing he asks of me.

  And when I do, I’m rewarded over and over again. Not just with orgasms, but with words of praise and a feeling that fills my chest in a way that I’ve never experienced before.

  Ford genuinely makes me feel special.

  I can’t remember the last time that I felt special, not for what I can give or what I can do, but just for being me.

  Wetting my lips with my tongue, my eyes slide closed as I climb higher toward another release. Much like the first night we connected weeks ago, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.

  His hand tugs on my hair a little harder, I let out a moan as I push back against him, meeting his expert thrusts. Passion, desire, and need roar throughout my entire body as I teeter on the edge, about to fall over into an abyss of pleasure.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  “Not yet,” he grunts, punishing me with his body. I take it all, enjoying the brute strength he possesses.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to hold my orgasm at bay. I fail. Crying out, my hips move backward, meeting his faster and faster, until my orgasm rushes through me. I sigh, relishing in the sensation of the way that he makes me feel.

  “Goddamn,” he growls as he pulls my hair even harder, his focus lost somewhere, his control gone.

  Relaxing my body, I breathe through my orgasm and the sensitivity that shortly follows as he continues to take me. I already know that, without a doubt, he will give me what I need, and what I don’t even know that I desire.

  Never did I imagine I’d have multiple orgasms in one session, until Ford came back into my life. Now I look forward to having so many that I hurt. His free hand leaves my waist, reaching around me, and grabs a hold of my breast, pulling my torso up slightly.

  I feel the sweat of his chest against my skin when I touch his front. My back is still arched, my neck being held at an awkward angle. A shiver rolls through my body, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh.

  Each thrust of his hips as his pelvis slaps against my ass, his length sliding in and out, never slowing or changing its punishing tempo, I wonder how much longer he can keep the breakneck pace. I’m exhausted and I’m not even doing much at all.

  “Stephanie,” he whispers.

  I don’t know if he realizes that he said my name aloud, doesn’t matter, it was the sexiest sound in the entire world. I continue to force my body to relax as he takes me, letting the sensation of the way he fills me take over.

  His fingers pluck my nipple, playing with the barbell before he focuses his attention back on the nipple itself. My body begins to tremble, desire building all over again from deep in my belly. Turning my head, I touch my mouth to the side of his neck.

  “I can’t, not again,” I exhale.

  He chuckles, the sensation vibrating against my back from his chest. Letting out a breath, I lick the underside of his jaw. He hums, never stopping his punishing assault of my body. Something that apparently, I love, because I can feel myself climbing toward another release.

  “Ford,” I whisper.

  “Just one more time, honey,” he says, his voice rumbling throughout my empty house.

  “Oh, okay,” I sigh.

  He laughs softly. “Obliged.”

  There is a moment of silence. The only thing that I can hear is the sound of skin slapping and our heavy breaths turning into pants, then finally growls, as Ford finally reaches his point of no return.

  His fingers leave my nipples and glide down the center of my stomach until they reach my clit. I whimper, I’m far too sensitive, everything is too much. I try to protest, but no words come out, nothing but a long moan escapes my lips.

  I feel his cock grow, then twitch inside of me as he buries himself deep and a roar escapes his throat. Ford pinches my clit, then begins to rub it.

  Pressing my lips together, I close my eyes slowly as the orgasm rushes through me, causing my entire body to shake. Not just trembles, not just quivers, I fucking shake.

  “Shit,” Ford rasps.

  I feel weightless as he steps away from me, picking me up in his strong arms and carrying me over to the chair and a half. He cradles me in his arms, shoving my face in his neck, his warmth surrounding me as he holds me firmly against his chest.

  “I should have stopped when you said it the firs
t time,” he groans.

  Lifting my face from his neck, I shake my head, my body still shaking in his arms, though it’s calmed down a bit, almost to a tremble.

  “It was am-am-amazing,” I breathe.

  He shakes his head once, lifting his hand he cups the back of my head, his eyes searching my own. “Never imagined,” he whispers.

  “What?” I whisper.

  His lips turn up into a small smirk. “Never imagined there would be a woman who could handle everything I like in bed.”

  “And you think that’s me?”

  Ford chuckles, closing the distance between us, his nose slides along mine. His breath fans my face and I let out an exhale as my shoulders drop.

  “Know it is, honey. Fuck, do you realize how you make me feel when we’re together like that, like this?”

  Shaking my head, my hair flies around my face. Ford’s lips twitch as he shifts closer to me, his mouth touching my own. “You make me feel like I’m invincible, Stephanie. You make me feel like I’m the biggest fucking man on earth.”

  “You are to me,” I admit.

  Without another word, he tilts his head to the side and his mouth presses against mine, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. Whimpering, my shaking having turned to tremors, I open for him.

  FORD

  After stripping Stephanie naked, I take her to bed and stay with her until she finally falls into an exhausted sleep. Unfortunately, as tired as I am, I can’t sleep myself. It’s too early in the day and I’ve had way too much going through my head yesterday, last night, and today.

  Pulling my jeans back on, I make my way downstairs, shirtless and barefoot. I go on a self-tour of Stephanie’s fancy-as-fuck house. If there was anything that could make a man feel the exact opposite of the way she described me earlier, it’s this fucking house.

  I’m not a man who needs a bunch of fancy shit. I also have never felt less than when it comes to Beaumont and Louis, who have money, and a lot of nice shit that I can’t afford. But right now, I can’t deny that I’m feeling a bit less.