Mandy's Homebound Cowboys

by Regale, Rhea

  He never believed in hopeless romances and love at first sight until this morning.

  Brody stared, dumbfounded, as Mandy stormed away, barefoot and far from the nearest road. His phone stopped ringing, and with it, the realization that he was watching the very woman who was quickly making him see what he had shut himself away from escape him.

  You’re a damn fuckin’ fool, Brody Ryder. He’d fight for this woman because that’s what the small whisper in his mind was urging him to do. She was a gem, and he’d do what it took to convince her he wasn’t about to up and leave.

  Mark could wait. Greg could wait. Every damn person in the music industry could wait because he would not make his angel wait another minute for him.

  Brody ran after her. He caught her arm and spun her around. Cupping her face between his hands, he crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her with all the turbulent emotions she created within him. She grabbed his wrists, nails biting into his skin, only half resisting his advance. When she stepped back, he followed in a sensual dance, keeping his body against hers. He wanted to feel every inch of her small frame tucked against his larger one.

  Mandy finally sank into him, her arms slinking around his neck. She tilted her mouth into his kiss, meeting each hungry sweep of his tongue with her own. Brody dropped his hands, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.

  “You’re right, Amanda,” he murmured into their kiss. A groan slid up from his chest as his cock lodged against her hip. Dear god, this woman made him hurt. Her tiny nails scraped along his nape, moving along his scalp until his hat toppled to the ground. She tugged the longer strands. He nipped her bottom lip then licked the plump flesh before leaning back. “You ain’t just some woman. You’re Amanda May, and I want you more than anythin’ Nashville could offer.”

  Mandy pressed a finger to his lips. “Stop talkin’, cowboy, and start provin’ it.”

  Her heavy-lidded eyes and the splash of color on her cheeks left him breathless. She was an image of sexuality and heaven mixed into a vibrant, fiery woman. She stood out among the crowd of his past lovers, a blazing light in the shadows that had been swimming in his soul.

  If she wanted him to prove his words were more than words, he’d be happy to oblige.

  Brody scooped her legs up, shifting her into the cradle of his arms, and carried her back to the truck. Light romance on the rooftop was nothing more than a past thought as he popped open the trunk door and slid Mandy into the back. She began to scoot deeper when he caught the back of her head and pulled her down to him, unleashing the raw hunger that had built up over the day. He climbed over her, forcing her knees apart.

  “We can steam up this ride,” he murmured, bracing his hands on the backseat, hovering over Mandy. She looked up at him, her head lying back on the seat. “Like two frisky teenagers.”

  “Gonna have to put down the seat if you’re plannin’ on gettin’ frisky. This ain’t no pickup bed.”

  Brody nibbled her lip, reaching between them to her shorts-clad core. He rubbed his hand over her once, drinking in the moan that fled her lungs. His cock twitched, the jerk against his zipper leaving him in an aching mess. He flicked his tongue along her jaw, drawing a path of kisses and nips to her ear. A sharp inhalation and the tightening of her fingers against his shoulder rocked him the moment he took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged.

  “I’m takin’ my time with you, baby.” He traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered, her legs wrapping around the back of his knees. “I’m gonna kiss every inch of your soft body.”

  “I don’t doubt it,” she murmured on a breath.

  Brody tucked his finger beneath the hem of her shorts and teased the inside of her thigh. “I mean it, baby. Every inch. I’m gonna kiss your beautiful face down to this sweet pussy of yours. I’m yours. You tell me what you want, and I’ll deliver.”

  The strength it took him to push away from her shook him to the bone. He was on fire, burning with the fever she created. He smoldered in the back of the SUV, even if the hatch was open, leaving a cool breeze to filter through the vehicle. A clouded haze fell over her eyes and softened her expression, but didn’t hide the hint of doubt that came in the form of a quick quirk of her lips.

  He unfolded her legs from his and lifted her head from the backseat. Looking for the latch to fold the seat down, the vixen began her own torture, making quick work of the buttons and yanking his shirt open. Her palms were so soft and so warm, and took their sweet time coasting over his pecs, sending a spray of prickling pleasure through his hard nipples straight down to his balls. His stomach muscles bunched when those short nails of hers lightly scraped down his abs. His hand slipped against the seat. With a sharp smack, he snapped the lever in and shoved the seat forward.

  Her hands were already fumbling with his belt by the time he released the second lever and flattened the seat. He grabbed her wrists and laid her back, pinning her hands above her head. Her breasts swelled with her arms stretched up, and her body stretched out beneath his. She was breathing hard.

  “Aren’t you anxious to get your hands on my cock,” he said, rocking his hard dick into her pussy. She clenched her teeth and bowed off the floor. “Aww, hell’s fire, baby. That’s damn hot.”

  He made quick work of the halter, unsnapping the clasp at the back of her neck. Slowly, he ran his fingers down one strap as it fell loosely against her chest, tracing the V and coming up along the other strap. He dipped his head and flicked out his tongue, licking and kissing along the same path, loving the gasps that filled his ears as she writhed beneath him. Her flesh tasted like a salty-sweet treat that left him groaning his pleasure. He filled his empty hand with her soft breast instead of his throbbing cock, teasing her pearled nipple against the fabric of her shirt. Only this thin piece of material stood between his hand and her downy flesh.

  He kissed his way under her jaw and came up to her ear. He tugged her shirt down and pinched her nipple between his fingers. A quiet whimper left her mouth, her warm breath spreading across his cheek that left a coat of chills across his hot skin. He gave her bound wrists a light squeeze and pressed them against the floor, rolling her nipple. “Hold on, baby. Don’t go droppin’ those hands, you hear?”

  “Brody, you ain’t tellin’ me what to do tonight,” she said on a sexy purr that mirrored the heady lust clouding her eyes. “It’ll take you tyin’ me down to keep my hands off you.”

  “I’ll remember that for next time,” he murmured and dropped his mouth to her breast. The instant his hand released her wrists, her finger dove into the thicker strands of hair at the top of his head, fisting tightly. He growled, the prickling sting along his scalp tossing him closer to losing control. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, lashing his tongue over the sensitive pebble. Her hips bucked when he nibbled along the aroused flesh, playing with the delicious tit that elicited a dangerous hunger inside him.

  “I like it when you bite. It feels good,” Mandy whispered.

  Brody tugged back on her nipple, raising his gaze to hers, and released her drawn flesh with a pop. “You’re a naughty angel, are you?”

  “I can be nice or naughty. Depends on my mood.”

  Brody lowered his attention to the button on her jean shorts. He flicked it open and pulled the zipper down tooth by tooth.

  “How naughty, baby?” He sat back on his heels and grabbed her waist, slipping his hands between the shorts and her round ass. He worked the denim from her legs and tossed them into the front seat with a wink. “I’ll enjoy watchin’ you get those later.”

  He licked his lips as he drank in the sight laid out before him. Folding his hands around her ankles, he traveled up the lithe, toned length of her calves, easing her knees wide.

  “You’ve got some lovely legs. Soft and smooth,” he said, traveling past her knees, along her firm thighs, and coming to rest on either side of the damp triangle covering her wet pussy. “I’m gonna love feelin’ them wrapped aro
und me.”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself, cowboy.” Mandy pushed up and shook out of her jacket. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved his shirt down his arms. “You’re gonna have to let go so I can get this off you.”

  Brody hesitated, dragging his index fingers along the edge of her thong, coating the tips in her juice. She shuddered but didn’t lie back down as he had hoped. His jaw grew tight just looking at the seam of her cunt. He wanted to tear those panties down with his teeth and eat her until she screamed.

  He released her, and she tugged his shirt off then made fast work of his belt, button, and fly. He couldn’t stop her, his body hurting, his cock a coiled-up, hard fucking pain that needed her touch.

  And when those warm hands scooped him out of the cage of his jeans, he nearly exploded.

  * * * *

  A ripple of raw delight spread down her body as she released Brody’s thick, long cock from his jeans. A sudden knot formed at the base of her throat when she saw up close and pretty damn personal what she vaguely recalled from the summers she’d spied him and his cousins skinny-dipping in the swimming hole. His cock pulsed in her hands, the taut skin along the rigid surface velvety and burning hot. Moisture beaded at the slit of his crown, the wide, bulbous head slick with cream. His musky scent filled her nostrils and made her mouth water.

  Brody was far bigger and more masculine compared to any man she’d had before. Holding him and experiencing the width of his cock alone, left her wondering if—and there was a big if in this equation—she allowed him to fuck her, how much it would hurt.

  “Don’t think you can get harder,” she murmured, sliding one hand down the underside of his shaft. The blocks that created his abs tensed. “Must be uncomfortable all stuffed up in those jeans.”

  “You have no idea,” he groused, pressing his cock into her hands. A low, throaty groan rolled up from his chest. “Damn, your hands feel nice.” That smoky gaze pinned her as she wrapped her fingers around his sac. “But I’m not done with you.”

  “You are, for the moment,” she said sweetly, giving the base of his cock a gentle squeeze. The corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s my turn.”

  Mandy wasn’t expecting him to peel her away and force her onto her back. He stretched over her, settling his cock between her legs, his wide head pressed hard against her pussy. His fingers laced between hers, pinning her hands at her shoulders. The corded muscles of his arms flexed as he hovered over her, so close he could easily steal her breath.

  “Wrap those legs around me, baby, and don’t let go,” he said.

  The rough edge of his voice left her clit throbbing in beat with her pants. Slowly, she drew her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles against the slight dip in his lower back. She tested his hold on her hands. He wasn’t budging, keeping her secure beneath him as he dropped his head and began a warm, moist trek of kisses down her neck. Mandy closed her eyes, giving herself to the sensations each kiss lit along her nerves. Her pussy itched and stirred, the slightest friction from his teasing cockhead pushed firmly against her holding her so close to the edge of shattering pleasure.

  “Brody, I want to touch you. This ain’t fair,” she whined. The tip of his nose brushed her nipple, and she crooned.

  “I’m touchin’ you right now. I’m kissin’ and lickin’ your skin. I’m gonna suckle these hard nipples, nibble on them a bit. Then it’ll be up to you where I go from there.” He lifted over her and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “I want that pussy, woman. I sure as hell hope you want my mouth on it, too.”

  “I want your cock, and you took it away.”

  He chuckled, turning his face away and scraping his teeth down to her nipple. Goose bumps erupted over her body, and her core spun into a taut coil, vibrating against each light touch of his mouth. “Later, baby. Later.”

  His lips sealed around her nipple and sucked her into his mouth. She flexed her fingers against his hold and moaned, feeding him more of her breast. Lifting her head off the floor and gasping for breath, she drank in the sight of the rippling muscle along his back shift and roll with every tilt of his head and rock of his hips. She tugged his waist tighter, undulating her hips against his cock, seeking the break in this torture. A year without a satiating fuck left her in a dire state of desperation.

  He groaned against her, the subtle charge resonating like a tickle up her throat and down across her pussy. “Brody.”

  “Yes, baby?” he cooed, nipping a bridge from one breast to the other. He suckled her neglected nipple, licked her, and nibbled around her nipple until she cried out. The pain-pleasure mix was a mind-whirling toxin that left her thoughts as clouded as her vision.

  Dropping her head back, she breathed, “You’re beautiful.”

  “No.” His tongue did a sensual swirl around her breast. He let her nipple pop from his lips. He shifted back and lowered his chin to her belly. “You’re beautiful. Now, you have the reins. Tell me where to go and what to do, and it’ll be my pleasure.”

  “You want me to tell you where to go? Ain’t that obvious?”

  “I want Amanda May to tell me she wants me to suck her pussy. I want that passion inside you to come out.” He grabbed the bottom of her shirt with his teeth and yanked it up, leaving the annoying piece of cloth around her ribs. That sinful tongue flicked out and traced the circle of her belly button. “Well? I can kiss this flat stomach of yours all night, if you’d prefer.”

  “Aw, hell, Brody. You’re makin’ me so damn wet I can’t think.”

  Brody pulled one hand away from her and coasted his fingers lightly along her side. She jerked, her muscles cinching, squeezing juice from her cunt.

  Down, down those fingers trailed until they slipped beneath her thong and slid easily through her pussy lips.

  “Oh, Brody,” she gasped.

  “You are one hot, wet mess. So much cream goin’ to waste.” His kissed the top of her hip bone. “You haven’t told me what to do yet. Bein’ so close to you and smellin’ your sweet scent, it’s makin’ my cock throb.”

  His bottom lip brushed against the top of her panties. He released her other hand and grabbed her thighs, forcing her ankles to unlock. He pressed his palms flat against the insides of her legs and spread her wide, his mouth claiming the crease alongside her pussy.

  “Mmm. Your juice is all over you, baby, but I want it from the source. Don’t be stubborn, ’cause it’s only goin’ to delay your pleasure.”

  “Yes. Give me pleasure.”

  “How?”

  Mandy fisted her hands in her hair and fought for air. Her heart was pounding feverishly in her head, her clit drumming a world-rocking beat. Brody’s mouth skated so close to her weeping core.

  “Take my panties off and kiss me.”

  “Kiss you where, Mandy? Your mouth? Your breasts?” He let out a gravelly sound, and she writhed. “You have beautiful breasts. I can kiss them all night.”

  She groaned, pushing onto her elbows and glowering down at him. His eyes darkened with a playful hunger when he met her gaze.

  “You want to suck my pussy, cowboy?” She reached down to her panties and tugged the fabric away from her core. Brody’s expression smoldered, dark and tantalizing. “Get to it, ’cause I want that wicked, teasing tongue of yours to make me come.”

  “And you better watch me while I’m eatin’ you up, or I’m gonna stop.”

  “Who’s callin’ shots here?”

  He winked. Blast the man. He winked, and it left her toes curling. “I am, baby.”

  Brody curled his arms around her legs and eased her hand from her panties. His heavy-hooded eyes lowered. A sharp breath spread across her wetness.

  “God you smell good.” He reached around her mons and spread her labia with two fingers, exposing her clit. “So fuckin’ wet and pink and swollen.”

  He rolled onto his side and settled between her legs. Mandy pressed her lips together, her forehead creasing as she anticipated the moment her fantasy m
an would unravel her. His tongue flicked out and slid from her entrance up to her clit. Her nails bit into the rough carpet, her teeth into her bottom lip.

  “Holy hell. You taste amazin’,” he murmured, those eyes rising to her. The image of him shook. “You think you can handle me fuckin’ your pussy with my tongue?”

  “I’ll ride your tongue,” she said.

  “I betchya you would.”

  Mandy moaned, Brody’s tongue plunging inside her body. He sucked her pussy, each delve making her cream against him. His hands held her firmly against the carpet, keeping her from moving as he drank from her core, delighting in each lick and suck. The tenuous coils humming in her womb throbbed. Tremors rolled along her muscles, her legs trembling and her arms on the verge of collapse.

  He shifted upward, lashing his tongue across her clit before latching onto her sensitive nub and suckling her. Liquid heat crashed through the steely coils that had kept her together until now, exploding through each nerve ending in her body. Mandy threw her head back and cried out, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashing into her. He held her tight, not letting her rock into him or move away. Spears of burning-hot delight continued to pummel her with each hard suck of her clit, mercilessly holding her at the highest peak.

  Breathless and weak, orgasm still reverberating in her pussy and her head, Mandy slid her hand under Brody’s chin and forced him to stop lapping up her cream. She rolled him onto his back as he licked her juice from his lips, turning the simple action into an erotic show. Straddling his thighs, she sat over him, tracing down the defined cuts of his chest and abs until she reached his cock.

  “My turn,” she purred, and lowered her mouth to the valley between his pecs. She lost all inhibitions, taking her time tasting his flesh, learning the planes of his body with her mouth. Her teeth scraped his nipples, and he hissed. His hand dove into her hair, holding to her head but not guiding her along.