Cowboy Brothers of Rainbow Canyon: A Western Contemporary Cowboy Romance

by K. C. Crowne

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  Aside from the lovemaking, seeing the horses was my favorite part of the day. I loved seeing Juniper and Red together, the mama and her boy getting closer with each passing hour.

  “I like that attitude,” Wyatt said with a smirk. He offered me his rough hand and I took it so he could help me out of my comfortable spot on the couch.

  “How’s the weather?” I asked.

  “Still damn chilly,” he said. “Might even get another storm before too long.”

  “Wow,” I said. “Crazy weather.”

  “No kiddin’. Gets any worse and we’ll be hunkerin’ down here just waiting for it to pass.”

  I grinned a bit at the idea. There were worse ways to spend a cold rainstorm than curled up with Wyatt under some blankets, just the two of us.

  We bundled up and headed outside. The men had cleared most of the ice from the walking paths. The moon was high above, the silver light catching the small puddles dotting the lawn and setting it off with a twinkle. I still was foggy on what my life in the city had been like, but not a chance in hell it was as peaceful as this.

  The two of us trudged over to the barn, the air chilly and still. Wyatt grabbed the silver handles of the door and dragged it open, shutting it behind us once we were inside. And there they were. Juniper was curled up on the ground, Red nuzzled right beside her. I couldn’t get over how quickly Red was looking more and more like a grown-up horse with each passing day.

  “How about you grab some oats for the growing boy while I give these two a checkup?”

  “Gladly,” I said with a smile. “Oh, and something else.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

  I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket, taking out my digital camera. I hadn’t deleted any of the pictures, but I saw no harm in taking more. “Thought I’d snap a few pictures of the horses. You know –something to remember Red by when he’s all grown up.”

  He flashed me a smile. “I like that idea.”

  Wyatt stepped over to the horses, both turning their attention to him as he arrived. Before I went for the oats, I watched the three of them together. It was so strange to see Wyatt in his element. The man was so gruff, so strong-but-silent, but when he was around the animals it was something else.

  Seeing him with Juniper and Red as he placed his hands on them, stroking their coats as he spoke to them so quietly I couldn’t hear it…it had an effect on me, one I couldn’t deny. There was nothing inherently sexual about it, but watching the gentle, kind way he had with the animals made me tingle in both the heart and in places well below my belt.

  Oats. I had a job to do, and I was slacking drooling over my cowboy. I watched Wyatt and the horses for a few moments longer before making my way to the other side of the barn and grabbing the steel pail and scoop for the big barrel of oats. I bent over and stuck the scoop into the pile. And right as I did I felt the pressure of two strong hands on my hips. I grinned, knowing exactly what the handsome man behind me wanted.

  “You know,” Wyatt said from behind me, his voice tinged with a sexual purr. “You’ve been making it pretty damn hard to get any work done around here.”

  I stayed in place, loving the feeling of his hands on my body. “That right?”

  “Mhmm. Trying to tend to the animals and you’re running around in those skin-tight jeans, bending over like that. It’s enough to drive a man wild.”

  “Hate to think I’m causing you to neglect your duties.”

  “I didn’t say I wasn’t getting them done. Only that you’re a hell of a distraction.”

  I prepared to stand up, but he placed his right hand in the middle of my upper back, spreading his palm and holding me in place.

  “Thinkin’ I oughta scratch this itch before tryin’ to get any more work done.”

  “Oh,” I said, glancing behind me and taking in the sight of his towering form looming over me. “That’s what you’ve got in mind?”

  He pressed his crotch against my ass. Though the thick denim, I felt his stiff cock. Only fabric separated us from what we both wanted. Liquid heat pooled in my panties at the sensation, and at how much he wanted me.

  “You stay right there,” he ordered. Before I had a chance to respond, he took his hand from my back and brought it down hard on my ass, pain and pleasure radiating out in equal parts. I moaned and squirmed, wanting him to do it again. But I knew Wyatt –he loved to be in control, and I loved when he was.

  “What you got in mind?” I asked, heat spreading from my pussy through the rest of my body.

  “Have some patience, gorgeous,” he suggested. “You’re gonna find out soon enough.”

  He stepped around me, making his way over to the tool bench. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but he was collecting something. Finally, he turned. In one hand was a nylon rope, in the other a red-and-white patterned bandana. I couldn’t help but grin.

  Wyatt took me by the hand and led me over to the side of one of the empty stalls. Once there, he bent me over again and placed my wrists against one of the wood slats.

  “Keep these here,” he commanded. “Got something to do first.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he folded the bandana crossways into a long line. Then he placed it over my forehead, pulling it down as he wrapped it around my eyes. The light in the barn was already dim, but total darkness enveloped me. I chewed my lip hard, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

  Next, he went to work on my wrists, tying the nylon rope until I was affixed to the wall. I gave the rope a tug, but the knot was tight. No surprise a cowboy like him would know how to tie a knot.

  I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his presence move around me. My other senses heightened, and I listened to the sounds of his boots crunching upon the hay, smelled the musky scent of his body. I loved every moment of it.

  Once again, he was behind me, his hands on my hips. But Wyatt wasn’t content to simply grab me. He reached around, flipping open the belt buckle and working the button and zipper underneath.

  “Now,” he said, moving his other hand along my curves. “We’re gonna have some fun. But there’s gonna be an important rule.”

  I could barely think through the arousal coursing through me, let alone speak. “Is…is that right?’

  “Mhmm,” he said. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say. Simple, right?”

  I loved the idea, loved him being in control. “Simple. I…mm…think I can handle it.”

  “Good girl.”

  He gave me an appreciative swat on the behind before returning his hand to my zipper. Wyatt pulled it down slowly, exposing the front of my panties. I couldn’t see a damn thing, but I didn’t need to. Knowing he was behind me, knowing I was his to do with as he pleased, knowing he was in control…that was all I cared about.

  Wyatt moved his hand down the waistband of my panties, his middle finger gliding between my lips, his palm cupping my mound.

  “There we go,” he murmured. “All nice and wet for me.”

  I moaned, his finger grazing my clit and making slow circles over it. God, the man knew just how to touch me, how to drive me wild.

  “Now,” he repeated, his finger moving tantalizingly close to my pussy, just to the point where he could enter. “I’m gonna make you come, and then come again. And when you’ve had enough, you’re gonna do the same for me. Got it?”

  Before I could speak, he moved his finger into me. I was soaking wet, and both his middle and index fingers slid into me with total ease. My knees buckled underneath me – already it was too much for me to handle.

  Wyatt gripped the side of my ass while he fingered me. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into the soft nylon of the rope.

  “I want you to scream my name when you come,” he told me. “Because I can tell you’re gonna come soon. I can feel it.”

  I didn’t have any doubt he could. I was soaked, slick and wet, and each penetration of his fi
ngers pushed me to a new level of arousal. The orgasm moved closer and closer, his fingers moving fast in and out of me. It didn’t take much more of his magic touch before the first orgasm rocked through my body.

  “I’m coming! I’m coming, Wyatt! Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” My voice filled the barn, Wyatt continuing to finger me through the pleasure. When I couldn’t take any more, I dropped to my knees, my arms extended above my head where he’d tied them, my whole body shaking and twitching.

  “Much as I love to see you like that,” he said. “You’re gonna need to get back up.”

  I sucked in one breath after another, my arms raised above my head. Wyatt was in a mood, a commanding mood. And though I was still recovering from the orgasm, I forced myself back up to my feet. I craved giving him what he wanted, after all. I didn’t want to disappoint the sexy cowboy.

  “Good girl.” Something about him saying it sent a thrill up and down my spine. “I’m gonna be considerate now and ask you what you want.”

  I grinned. He was asking, sure, but the answer was obvious. “You know what I want,” I said. To make my point, I swayed my ass from side to side, inviting him closer.

  “Maybe so. But I want you to say it.”

  “I want you…” I stopped, realizing how much just thinking the words turned me on. I’d already come, but I was ready for another round. “I want you to pull down my jeans and panties and shove that cock into me. I want to feel you move in and out of me, feel your prick pulse as you explode deep inside me.”

  “Jesus, girl.”

  Wyatt grabbed the waist of my jeans and peeled them down, taking my panties with them. The air was cool on my bare ass, but I knew I’d be nice and warm soon. He grabbed my hips in that firm, sexy way that only he could. Then he moved his body closer to mine, the head of his cock grazing my lips.

  “You feel that, gorgeous?” he growled. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

  “I feel it,” I said, backing up a bit and rubbing my ass against him, yearning for him to enter me. “I love how hard I make you.”

  He chuckled, pleased with my answer. “I want you to tell me how badly you want me inside you. Lemme hear it.”

  I bit my lip, so fucking arouse I could barely speak. After a slow, deep breath to steady myself, I spoke. “I want you inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

  My eyes widened under the blindfold. I couldn’t believe what I’d said. But as surprising as it was, I knew the words were true.

  “Good.”

  I could sense him taking his cock in his large hand, followed by another slow drag of his head between my lips, right over my clit. The pressure sent another wave of hot pleasure through my body. As fun as the teasing was, however, I needed him to get to it.

  Wyatt put his prick into position, and with a slow push of his hips he entered me. I let out a long moan as he penetrated my pussy, my walls gripping his thickness.

  “Damn, girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Feels like your pussy was made for this cock.”

  I couldn’t disagree. The way he felt inside me was so perfect it was like a key fitting into its lock. Once Wyatt was buried to the root, he pulled back and drove into me again. I could barely keep standing through the incredible sensation.

  He kept his hands on my hips, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as he picked up the pace, moving from a slow drive to a deep, rhythmic pounding. The sounds of his hips slamming against my ass flowed through the air, blending with my moans and his hard, masculine grunts.

  Wyatt had only just made me come, but I felt another orgasm stirring. Then, one of his hands lifted from my ass and connected with it, a sharp smack ringing out. I cried out from the pleasure and the pain.

  “Holy shit, Wyatt,” I moaned, as he drilled me. “You’re gonna make me…”

  It was all I managed to get out. Like a dam finally breaking, the second orgasm cascaded through my body. My knees weakened underneath me, and Wyatt reached around, placing his hand on my stomach and keeping me in place.

  He pounded me through the orgasm, and I could sense by his frenzied pace that he was ready for his own. Right as I finished, he pushed deep and grunted hard. Hot splashes of cum filled me, and all I could do was squirm in delight, knowing that his orgasm was all my doing.

  My orgasm faded, and Wyatt’s breathing slowed. When he was finished, he dropped his hand to my ass again and squeezed it hard.

  “That’s…damn, that’s exactly what I needed,” he breathed.

  “Can’t disagree,” I replied haughtily.

  He reached forward and undid the rope, my hands dropping free. Behind me I could hear him moving around, rustling through some clothes. I turned, pulling up my pants and fastening them before slipping the blindfold off my face. What I saw when I took it off gave me a jump. Wyatt had the camera in his hands, his brow furrowed as he looked it over.

  “What are you doin’?” I asked, trepidation in my heart as he looked up.

  He grinned in reply. “Taking pictures of the horses is nice and all, but I’m thinking about some other stuff we could snap some shots of.”

  I grinned, some of the fear melting. He wasn’t flipping through the pictures. “Something in mind?”

  “You know what I’m thinking,” he said. “Maybe some pictures of you right now. The two of us. A shot of you looking all hot as hell and freshly fucked.”

  It sounded good to me. My hands still on the rail, I turned toward him, sticking my ass out, my tits hanging down. “How’s that?”

  “Perfect pose.” He raised the camera and snapped a few pictures. “There we go.”

  I loved the idea of Wyatt having some pictures of me. It was easy to imagine him alone, flipping through them, his cock hardening.

  “How about you?” I asked. “Not fair you’ve got some of me but I’ve got none of you.”

  “I suppose you’re right about that,” he said. He stepped over, his cock still hard, sheened with my wetness. I couldn’t help myself and groaned aloud at the sight of him.

  “Damn, girl,” he said. “Still got an appetite after all that, huh?”

  I dropped to my knees in front of him and looked up at him through my lashes. He reached down with one hand and gripped my hair as he brought his dick to my lips. I wrapped my mouth around his head, the sweet and salty taste washing over my palate. He groaned with pleasure as I dragged my lips up and down his length.

  “That’s…that’s worth another picture.” I glanced up, grinning through the blowjob. He aimed the camera and took another shot.

  Wyatt was packing a lot – more than enough to fill my mouth. I continued to suck him, my hand working in tandem with my lips and tongue. He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down lower and lower. To my surprise, I was able to take nearly the entire length of his long, thick prick into my throat.

  It didn’t take much of this before he erupted again. Wyatt shot another load, this one spraying into my mouth. He grunted in that impossibly sexy way he did when he came, and I eagerly swallowed every last drop of him.

  “One…one more,” he said. I looked up and he snapped another shot as a bead of wetness trailed down my lips. “Holy hell, girl,” he said after taking another breath. “That…that was somethin’ else.”

  “Happy to please,” I said after he withdrew his cock and I wiped my mouth.

  Still basking in the afterglow, we put our clothes back on. When Wyatt was done, he dropped onto one of the bales of hay, the camera in front of his face.

  I glanced up and saw him staring at the screen. Before I could say anything, he spoke without looking at me as he perused the pictures.

  “Just reviewing – see what I might want to put in my portfolio.”

  His face darkened as he scrolled, and my heart sank. I knew what he’d seen and was furious with myself. I’d gotten so wrapped up in the work and the sex and everything else that I let him scroll thoughtlessly. The expression on his face made it clear as day that he’d found the o
ther photos.

  He held up the camera, a shot of him on the display. “I’m gonna need an explanation for this,” he said, anger in his voice. “And I’m gonna need it right fuckin’ now.”

  Wyatt

  What the fuck was I looking at? I couldn’t fucking believe it. I didn’t even wait for Jess to give an explanation before I returned my attention to the camera, hitting the back button again and again.

  At first, I thought, no, I hoped, I was imagining shit. But with every picture reality became clearer and clearer. Jess, for God only knew what reason, had nothing but shots of me and the ranch on her camera. I was wearing different outfits in the photos, meaning they’d been taken at different times.

  Anger and confusion boiled inside me. Jess said nothing, and I could tell she knew she was busted.

  “One more time,” I said through clenched teeth, holding up the camera. “Explain this shit right now.”

  The color had drained out of her face. Jess was fully clothed, her hair still mussed from the sex we’d just finished. “I…I can’t.”

  “You can’t,” I stated, letting my voice lower in my anger. “You can’t or you won’t?”

  “I can’t!” The words were panicked.

  I didn’t know what to say. The camera still in my hands, I went all the way back to the beginning of the photos. When I reached the start, I hit the delete button for each and every one. “You’ve got pictures of me and the ranch,” I seethed. “Well, you did. Gettin’ rid of them right now.”

  “That’s…fine.”

  It took me a minute or two, the silence tense as I completed the deleting. When it was done, I dropped the camera, not even wanting to look at the damn thing. I glared at her as I spoke. “This is your last chance to tell me what the hell’s going on, Jess. Because whatever it is, you’re gonna need a damn, damn good explanation.”

  She took a deep breath as she wrung her hands together. I almost felt bad for the girl – she was scared shitless.

  “If…if I had an explanation, I’d give it to you. But I don’t.”