Cowboy Brothers of Rainbow Canyon: A Western Contemporary Cowboy Romance

by K. C. Crowne

  “Girl, you’re about the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, slowly stepping over to me as he undid the buttons of his cowboy shirt. “What I want to do to you…”

  I smirked. “Then do them. Do all of them.”

  “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

  He grinned as he slipped his arms out of his shirt and tossed the piece of clothing aside. Exactly like I’d expected, his body was perfect. Sculpted pecs, shredded abs, and round, broad shoulders. He had the body of a man who worked hard, and I was ready to have him tangled up in bed with me.

  Wyatt put his hands on my hips and pulled me close. His cock was stiff through his jeans, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he was packing. But before he took off anything else, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. He tasted so freaking good, like a man should taste. And the way his stubble grazed my skin drove me wild. Being in his arms felt right, felt so good. I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen.

  As he kissed me, he squeezed my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. Hot delight coursed through my body, and he seemed to know exactly how to touch me. We kissed, one hand staying on my left breast and the other moving over my belly, down between my legs. The moment his fingers grazed my pussy, I sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Oh…oh my God,” I moaned. My legs went limp. All it took was one touch for him to make me feel so, so good.

  I fell back onto the edge of the bed, Wyatt’s hand still caressing me. Through the pleasure I focused on his bulge, his cock straining against the denim of his worn-in jeans. I placed my hand on it, tracing the outline of him with my fingertip.

  “I love the way you touch me,” I moaned. “Now let me touch you too.”

  “Ain’t gonna stop ya, darlin’,” he growled.

  He moved his fingers into me as I did my best to focus on his belt. It was tough, but I managed to open it and get the button and zipper undone. As I did, I moved closer and closer to what was certainly going to be the first of many orgasms.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He kept at it, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me filling the air. Using all the concentration I had, I opened his jeans and pushed down the front of his black boxer-briefs.

  Wyatt’s cock was glorious. It was huge and thick, perfectly shaped, and dripping just for me. I began to stroke it, Wyatt letting out rough growls as I moved up and down his considerable length. He picked up the pace of his work, and I moved closer and closer to the brink of explosion.

  I wanted more. I wanted to taste him. As if sensing what I wanted, he adjusted our positions so I could wrap my lips around his cock as he continued to finger fuck me. Slowly, I leaned in and opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. And as soon as I did the orgasm broke. My mouth was full, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming out of me as Wyatt made me come. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of his prick.

  The orgasm flowed through me, and when it passed, I focused on making him feel just as good. My mouth was on his head, my hand wrapped around his shaft. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever done it before, but I seemed to know what I was doing. And Wyatt had no complaints.

  I went up and down and up again, licking and stroking him as I did. His cock glistened with my ministrations. Wyatt stood with his hands on his hips as he gazed down at me. Every now and then I flicked my eyes up at him, letting him enjoy the image of my mouth full of him. A moment or two later, he weaved his hand through my still-wet hair and gently guided me off his cock.

  “You’re so goddamn good at that darlin’. But I don’t want this to be over too soon.”

  The idea of him exploding in my mouth turned me on like nothing else. But we still had more fun to have.

  He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me firmly back against the bed. I loved how he handled me, rough and delicate at the same time. My breasts bounced back and forth as I landed, and all I could do was grin up at him.

  Wyatt pulled down his jeans and boxer-briefs, exposing his tree-trunk thighs. Then he stepped out of his boots and stood between my legs, his glistening cock pointing straight ahead.

  “Now,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m gonna fuck you good.”

  I grinned. “About time.”

  He matched my smirk with one of his own. The anticipation of finally doing what we’d both wanted from the moment we’d first seen one another was almost too much.

  With incredible speed Wyatt was on top of me, his cock grazing my pussy as he positioned himself over my body. I rubbed and squeezed my breasts in anticipation, wanting him so badly I could scream. I reached down and grabbed his cock, gripping it firmly and pointing it directly where I wanted it. He lowered his hips, his head moving against me. I moaned at the sensation of his head against my clit. I likely could’ve brought myself to orgasm that way alone.

  “Okay,” I said after taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

  “Good. Because you have no idea how ready I am.”

  He continued to lower his body, his head spreading my lips. For a moment I worried he might be too big to fit inside me, but there was no way I was going to stop now.

  Wyatt entered me. His head first, then one inch of his shaft after another. I closed my eyes hard, his girth almost too much for me. My walls gripped him tightly, wrapping around his length just like I’d done with my mouth. When he was fully buried inside me, Wyatt held still for a moment, as if knowing he was huge and that I’d need a few moments to get used to his size.

  “Please,” I moaned. “I need it. I need more.”

  My words were exactly what he wanted to hear. I couldn’t believe it. After all the teasing and restraint, Wyatt was finally inside me. It had been worth the wait. So worth it.

  “Damn, you feel so fuckin’ good.” I loved the way he talked. He was like an animal, rough and raw.

  Wyatt pulled back and drove into me, filling me again and pushing as deep as he could go. I let out a shriek of delight as he penetrated me, my body shaking from the impact. He thrust again, then again. Wyatt’s muscles were tight and taut from supporting the weight of his body, and watching them work was pure, sensual pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He flashed me a grin, one that said stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. Wyatt pumped fast and faster, guiding me toward another orgasm.

  When it happened, it made the last seem like nothing in comparison. Ecstasy blasted through my body, igniting every square inch of my skin with hot delight. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his thick cock going in and out. Wyatt fucked me through the orgasm, and when it was done, I knew I’d soon be ready for another.

  “Come here, darlin’,” he said.

  He grabbed my hips and effortlessly flipped me over, my ass up in the air. I positioned myself on all fours, ready for him to start again.

  Wyatt grabbed my ass, holding it firmly with one hand as he guided his cock into me from behind. He filled me again, and I gripped the bedsheets hard as he began to thrust, the rhythmic pounding of his body against mine music to my ears.

  His hands clasped my hips hard, slamming into me with power that I could barely wrap my head around. He grunted; deep throaty noises that let me know he was as close to orgasm as I was.

  The world outside of him and me melted away. There was nothing but the two of us – at that moment he was all I wanted. He fucked me like an animal, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and holding me right where he wanted me.

  “Wyatt!” I screamed. “I’m gonna—” Another orgasm rushed through my body, this one so intense I felt as though I might come apart at the seams. I buried my face in the bedsheets, moaning as the pleasure melted me down into nothing.

  Wyatt came next. With one last series of grunts he finished, draining his cock inside me. His chest expanded and contracted as he came, the last traces of my orgasm flowing through me.

  W
e stayed right where we were for a long while, both of us catching out breath. Then Wyatt leaned forward and kissed my shoulder softly, making me keenly aware of the passion between us. Something was going on between Wyatt and me, something deeper than just sex. But what it was, I couldn’t say, only that it happened the moment we’d first seen each other and hadn’t let up even a little.

  Wyatt rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. As he did my eyes locked onto his perfect ass, and I savored the sight of it without jeans. He returned with a towel and cleaned me, our eyes not leaving one another’s.

  “That,” he said, “was a long time comin’.”

  “No kidding,” I joked.

  He lay down and placed his hand on my stomach. “Things are gonna be different between us from now on.”

  “They were already ‘different’,” I said with a smile.

  “You’re right about that,” he mused, nodding. “Nothin’ ordinary with what’s goin’ on between you and me.” He moved his arm under my shoulders and pulled me close. His body was warm and solid, perfect for resting my head on.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He gave me an inquisitive look. “What?”

  As soon as he said the word, I worried I was overstepping some kind of boundary. But I had to ask. “Do you think you could ever be in a real relationship again, after…” I trailed off.

  “After Amy?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.” I wasn’t trying to get ahead of myself, but I was falling hard for the man and needed to know if my feelings could ever be returned.

  He nodded. “The whole thing with her and me…it left me guarded. More than I usually am. When that shit went down, I swore I’d never fall for anything like that again. I put up some serious walls and didn’t plan on anyone being able to bring them down.” He stared into my eyes. “Then I met you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I bit my lower lip, emotions running through me I couldn’t understand.

  “I care about you, Jess. But I’m still workin’ through my own bullshit. And I can’t say for sure how it’s gonna affect whatever we’ve got goin’ on.”

  “I get it. I do.” I placed my hand on his.

  As Wyatt spoke, I realized that for a man like him, talking in this way didn’t come easy. Wyatt had almost certainly been guarded even before he’d met Amy. It was just the sort of man he was.

  “But hell, when her and I met back in Vegas—”

  The moment he said Vegas, a memory of a conversation rushed back into my mind. And it was clear – I could remember specifics. I closed my eyes and focused.

  “Alright,” I said. “Tell me what we’ve got here.”

  “A fucking asshole,” said a woman, her tone razor-sharp. “That’s what we’ve got.”

  I chuckled. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. But you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

  “It’s…it’s my husband.” The sharpness to her voice turned on a dime, and now she spoke with the softness of a hurt, scared woman. “He’s…a bad man.”

  “I’ve worked with bad men before. Bad women, too. Kind of my specialty.”

  “Good. Because this man…I’ve got no doubt he’s one of the worst. I don’t even know where to begin.”

  “Take your time. Think about it. Find a good place to start.”

  She was quiet for a moment, then continued. “God. Where to even start with a man like him?”

  “From the beginning’s usually a good place.”

  “From the beginning.” She looked away, shaking her head in disbelief. “The beginning…that’s where I fell for the first of his lies.”

  I remembered jotting something down in a well-worn notebook, underlining the word several times. “Alright, so he’s a liar?”

  “One of the worst I’ve ever met. And I’ve known more than my fair share of liars during my time.”

  More writing. I was taking notes, something I felt like I was used to doing. Why would I be taking notes during a conversation?

  “And what’d he lie to you about? Usual kind of shit men spin out when they want to get in a girl’s panties?”

  “If only it were that simple. He…he lied about everything. By the time I’d finished unraveling everything, it was like he didn’t exist –everything he’d told me about who he was seemed to be completely made up. I can’t believe I fell for it.”

  She started sobbing softly. Without saying a word, I reached into the inner pocket of my blazer and pulled out a small package of Kleenexes. I handed them to her, and she quickly wiped her tears. Another strange thing – I had those tissues at the ready, as though I’d needed them for similar situations. A woman was crying in front of me and I was treating it like no big deal. Strange as hell.

  “Take your time,” I said. “Go on when you’re ready.”

  I couldn’t quite get a sense of what the woman looked like, other than her being slender and blonde and pretty, her eyes big and blue as they welled up with tears. Her clothes looked expensive and designer.

  “Thanks,” she said, dabbing her eyes. “It’s just…this is so hard to talk about.”

  “I understand. Finding out someone you thought you knew is someone else is never easy. See it a lot in my line of work.”

  My line of work?

  “Anyway,” she said. “When we met in Vegas, he was all Texas charm, one of those cowboy types who was a little gritty, but deep down you knew he had a softness to him that he only showed to a few people. And you know how it is – you think you’re gonna be the special girl that brings it out.”

  “Didn’t work out that way, huh?”

  “Not at all. He managed to keep up that easy attitude until he had a ring on my finger. But after that…he changed.”

  “Changed how?”

  “The drinking. At first, I thought he only liked a little whiskey at the end of a long day, you know? And I can handle that. But he started drinking earlier and earlier, and the drunker he’d get, the meaner he’d become.”

  “Common story.”

  “Didn’t think I’d be stupid enough to get caught up in something like that. And when he got me to his property with his family, he…isolated me. Cut me off from anyone outside that little clan of his. Told me it was just me and him, no one else.”

  “Also common – emotionally abusive types love to isolate and separate their victims from any kind of support network.”

  More eye dabbing. “I know you’re trying to help, and you are. But knowing I fell for such a common type…”

  I reached over and took her hand – something else I realized I’d done before. “Listen to me – I am trying to help. And more than that, I’m going to help. You made the right call in contacting me. This guy’s a real prick, and manipulators like him are skilled as hell in luring people in. Don’t think of yourself as stupid. You got played by a pro, and we’re gonna make sure he pays for what he’s done.”

  She shook her head as if she didn’t believe me. “Fucking Wyatt. How the hell did I let this happen to me?”

  Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, squeezing me gently, bringing me back to the moment.

  “You there, little lady?”

  I opened my eyes wide and I was back in the bedroom. I snapped my gaze over to Wyatt, his golden eyes narrowed in concern, the bedsheets pulled up just over the notches of his hips, the fabric draped over the outline of his half-erect cock.

  “Holy shit,” I said. “I remembered more. And it was about you.”

  Wyatt

  I hadn’t the foggiest how the hell to react to what she’d said. “You what?”

  Jess swallowed and wrung the sheets with her hands. She looked like she’d spilled the damn beans, like she’d said something without thinking that she regretted. I wasn’t about to let her get out of this one. If she knew something, she sure as shit was gonna tell me.

  “Maybe it’s nothing,” she said. “Maybe I’m misremembering.”

  “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “Y
ou’ve been sure about everything you’ve remembered so far. And now you’re telling me something came to mind and you don’t believe it?”

  She opened her mouth to speak, maybe to offer an excuse. But she closed her mouth and furrowed her brow.

  “It’s simple, Jess – you tell me what you remember. And no bullshit.” My voice was as stern as it got.

  “It…was a conversation. And I think it was with Amy.”

  My blood ran cold. “What makes you say that?”

  “I mean…I know it was with your ex-wife. You were mentioned by name.”

  Fucking hell. Had Jess somehow gotten mixed up with my clusterfuck of a marriage? “Tell me what you remember.”

  “I remember meeting with Amy somewhere in town. Maybe in Houston. She’s pretty, right?”

  I scowled. “Yeah, gotta give her that. But pretty like one of those plants that lures you in and takes a big bite out of you.”

  She nodded. “Pretty and blonde and thin, dresses well.”

  “Yes, on all counts. Now, why don’t you get to what you remember?” There was an impatient edge to my voice. I didn’t want to snap at her, but she was treading on dangerous ground.

  “I remember talking with her. And the subject was you.”

  “Shit. I can only imagine what she had to say.”

  “She said that you were emotionally abusive and manipulative. That you were a liar, through and through.”

  I let out a sharp laugh at the ridiculousness of it. “Don’t doubt she’d say somethin’ like that. Funny thing is those are all qualities she’s got. Heard somewhere once that screwed up people look at others and see a mirror.” As soon as I finished, the real heart of the matter occurred to me. “But what the hell were you doin’ talkin’ to her?”

  “I don’t know. Whatever the context of the conversation was, I don’t know. But I know I spoke to her about you, and she told me that you were the monster in the relationship. She cried and everything.”

  “That’s her go-to trick. Fell for it a few times myself until I realized she can turn the waterworks on and off on command.” I reached over and took Jess’s hand. “But you were talkin’ to her, and you were talkin’ about our marriage. We need to know what the hell’s goin’ on here, Jess.”