Western Romance

A hand snaked over to Wade’s thigh. “I’m going to unzip your pants and play with your cock. You mind?”

“Well…actually,” Wade sucked in some breath, but it was a little late. The cowboy had already unzipped his jeans and pushed his underwear band over his cock.

“Hey, you’re hard,” he said softly. “Was it something I said?”

Wade licked his lips.

Buck lifted Wade’s cock in his palm. “Look at that man meat. That’s thick and big. I bet you’d give one hell of a ride to a cowboy like me, that’s if I’d let you.”

A million ideas raced through her mind on how to avoid going into Mr. Turnbull’s bedroom—her bedroom—but nothing useful came to her. If she put off going to her wedding bed too long, she would anger her new husband.

Steps slow and hesitant, she left her dressing room and the safety of solitude it offered and went to the bedroom. She knocked tentatively, hoping against hope that Mr. Turnbull had already gone to bed and fallen asleep.

“Come in, my dear. Come in and be quick about it!”

Gloria opened the door and went in. The gaslights were turned low, but she saw Abraham Turnbull as if he was bathed in dazzling sunlight. He was entirely naked, but her eyes refused to leave the man’s boner. He had a hard-on as large as Ethan’s.

Ethan’s, she thought. She could keep her eyes closed and pretend that it was Ethan fucking her and not this withered old man.

“Come to me and suck on my cock. I want to feel the warmth of your lips as you suck on me. Suck hard and then we will fuck!”

Gloria herself to cross the room. Surprisingly strong hands rested on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. His erection bobbed inches in front of her lips.

“Go on, wife. Suck my dick.”

Gloria reached out and fumbled about, keeping her eyes tightly closed. Then resolve caused her to hurry along. The sooner she got him off the sooner she could simply lie in the bed and sleep, as if sleep would ever come to her this night. She took his cock into her hands and stroked up and down. He moaned softly and stepped a little closer. She worked her hand up and down faster. Then she put her lips to the very tip of his cock.

The fire heating his back was beginning to grow too warm, while the front of him was still cold. Slowly standing, he faced the fire. “I would have you painted nude. I would watch to make certain the artist didn’t do anything improper or offensive.”

She chuckled. “You don’t think it’s improper to want me to sit nude before two men, while one paints my likeness for all the world to see?”

“Real art is often nude.” He shifted to the opposite end of the hearth to warm his cold side.

“I suppose you know that for certain. Or are you basing your knowledge on the nudes over the saloon bars?”

“You have got to be freezing over there. Come over to the fires. You are wasting your time watching out the window. “Oh, by the way, my name is Justus Cole,” he added.

* * * *

“My name is Toney Remy. I’ll call you, Justus, if I may? It doesn’t appear we are going to have much need of formality.”

He flashed a smile. “I’d like that, ma’am. No reason we cannot be friendly.” Moving to the opposite side of the hearth, he tore off a piece of meat with strong white teeth. Chewing as though starved, he opened his coat and slid it from his broad shoulders.

She couldn’t help notice that his clinging clothing revealed a narrow waist and tight rounded buttocks. A wide belt of his gun holster held the material tight across his pelvis, revealing the erection beneath his leather pants. Damn, he has a good-looking body. As for his face, the whiskers made him look grubby and in need of a good scrubbing, still it appeared to be a strong, masculine face. He had dark green eyes that reminded her of jewels and light brown hair similar to the little girl that used to live down the lane from her childhood home.

“I could suggest going to your town.” She didn’t want to be rude.

At last, her brain kicked into high gear and took stock of all his assets. He had the broadest shoulders she’d ever wanted to clutch and hold on to. Not to mention the strength she could almost feel radiating from his body. Letting her stare slide down from those mountainous crests, her gaze settled briefly on the tight stomach—even with a shirt on she knew his abdomen was lined with row after rugged row of hard human muscle—then skimmed downward to the bulge in his pants. For a second, she wondered about the dark blue material that made up his pants and most of the clothing these people wore, but stubbornly refocused her attention on the bulge.

“Joe, is there a problem?”

Could a voice sound like a delectable treat? Charissa swallowed and thought about chocolatiea, the sweet rich dessert she loved so well. Yes, this voice could and did sound as sweet and rich.

“Naw, no problem, Travis. Er, at least I don’t think so.”

Did his member just move? Charissa fixed on the tightness across his groin area and waited. I know I saw it—him—move. She resisted the urge to run her tongue over her lips. Come on. Move again.

“My sister doesn’t care to answer your questions. And neither do I.”

Hearing her brother’s voice broke the magical spell trapping her attention on the bulge and she forced her eyes up to meet the brown eyes of the man in front of her. Brown? Ha! More like the color of a Matlantian hot spring. Dark and velvety and just as fiery.

“Miss?”

He’s speaking to me. Charissa shook her head and smoothed her brow to flash him her brightest smile. “Yes?” She moved closer to the tall man with the russet hair falling over his forehead, the rugged square jaw and the tiny creases around his eyes. He looks friendly. Nice. Kind. And sexier than any Matlantian or human I’ve ever met.

“I asked you if you liked my horse.”

“Oh, the horse.” Charissa saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes, but let it go. She knew he wasn’t laughing at her to be mean. “Yes, I do. I like your horse. I like him a lot.”

The inquisitive eyes zoned in on her making her, for once in her life, nervous around a human male. “His name is Adonis. It’s not his full registered name, of course, but—”

A few of the men snickered at the name and added comments below their breath.

“Sounds like a sissy horse to me.”

“Too sissy for a stud.”

“Who the hell gives a quarter horse a fancy name like that?”

Travis ignored the men, but answered their comments as if she’d spoken them. “I didn’t name him. Joe’s ex-wife did. She has a thing about mythology. Whatever his name, his bloodline is impeccable.”

Flustered by her reaction to the man, she turned to the horse and whistled at him. Adonis nickered softly in response. “Adonis. I like the sound of it.”

“I think it’s a Greek word meaning handsome.”

The chuckles erupted again and she studied the man, then nodded. “Yes, he is.”

Their eyes met and she knew he’d understood she hadn’t meant the horse. He blinked, examined her a bit longer and, finally, broke the silent connection. “Um, yes. He is. But I’ve never seen him cotton to anyone the way he’s done with you.”

Cotton? Would this “cotton” be a good thing? Charissa uttered a small laugh. This man didn’t know about her rapport with animals. “He understands how much I love animals, Travis. Your name is Travis, correct?”

“Travis Walker. I purchased him in a private treaty from Joe. Cost me a couple of dollars, but he’s worth it.”

“Yeah, more like about a couple million of those dollars.” Joe chuckled as he rubbed his thumb and two fingers together.

“Oh? A treaty?” Charissa checked Joe’s reaction before asking, “Were you fighting each other? If so, it’s admirable that you’ve decided to make peace.”

From the silent exchange between Joe and Travis, Charissa knew she’d misinterpreted his words. Joe tucked his head to stare at the ground as those around them broke into laughter again.

Travis, however, didn’t seem to notice or care. “No, you don’t understand. A private treaty is a private agreement to buy a horse. Without going through an auction.”

Charissa blushed and hated herself for it. Control your emotions. “And this treaty cost you a few million? Dollars? Is that what he called them?”

He shot a hard look at the people who grew even ruder when their laughter threatened to escalate in volume. “Bucks. Dollars. American moolah.” He tunneled his fingers through his hair and his expression softened. He scanned the length of her again. “You’re not from around here, are you? Are you from the Middle East or Europe?”

She shook her head knowing the motion would draw his attention to her silky black hair. As she’d known, he followed the action and lifted a hand toward her shoulders. He stopped, a bit stunned at what he’d started to do and dropped his hand. Instead, Travis paused, then leaned toward her. When she smiled at him, letting him know she would allow him to get closer, he appeared to think twice about his move and stepped back. “Sorry, Miss. I, uh… You smell nice.” His features hardened with a slight pink trail running up his cheeks. The men around him coughed to cover their chuckles.

She liked that he could blush. It meant he was confident enough to blush. “Call me Charissa. I’m happy you like my smell, but I’m not wearing any perfume. The aroma you noticed is my body’s natural fragrance. Do you like it?”

The crowd around them couldn’t hold back any longer. Raucous laughter rang out along with their comments.

“Yeah, Travis, honey, do you like it?”

“Ooh, baby, I sure do.”

“You smell so, so nice.”

“Is this a love connection?”

Ignoring the others, she started to narrow the distance between them even more, wanting his body as near to hers as possible. However, Rici stepped in, cutting her off from Travis.

“I think we’ve seen enough, Charissa.” Rici took her arm and guided her a few feet away from her object of lust. “We need to leave. Now.”

“Yeah, he’s right. You need to leave.”

Three young women circled Travis like guards protecting a treasure. Two of the petite brunettes took each of his arms while the third, barely tall enough to reach the top of his shoulders, stepped in front of him. With her hands fisted on her hips, she sent an unmistakable challenge to Charissa. “Like I said. You need to leave.”

“Hey, hold on, Brenda.” Travis tried to remove the girls’ hands from his arms, but they clung on tighter. “You don’t have the right to tell her to leave.”

“Brenda’s right. She needs to leave.” The brunette on his left sneered at Charissa. “She’s no lady. Hell, you can practically see through her dress. Now I ask you. What kind of lady wears a dress like that?”

The other brunette jumped to her aid. “I think we all know what kind of lady.” She tipped an eyebrow at Charissa, daring her to answer. “No kind of lady does.”

The low rumble of the men confirmed the woman’s statement. Checking around her, Charissa noticed for the first time how the men stared at her breasts. Confused, she glanced down at her gown before returning their steely glares. “I do believe you’re insulting me. All the women wear this type of gown where I come from.”

“We need to move there, fellas.”

“I’ll pack up this afternoon and head on out if you will, Buddy.”

The two female attachments to Travis giggled along with Brenda. “Then all the women where you come from are tramps.” Brenda sneered at Charissa as if she were something vile. “Ladies don’t wear dresses where everyone can see their titties.”

Catcalls and hoots erupted around her making Charissa uneasy and uncertain. When had humans become so rude and brazen? Not to mention so disrespectful of their superiors.

Rici pointed a finger at the girl in front of Travis. “I warn you. You’d better stop insulting my sister.”

“Listen up, folks.”

Along with everyone else, Charissa looked to Travis. His voice is so masterful. He must be their leader.

“No one is going to insult anyone again. Brenda, Linda, Glenda, you all need to scoot out of here.” When one of the women started to complain, he shot a hand up, silencing her before any sound came out. “Joe, get a handle on your daughters.”

The older man flipped off his hat and scratched his sparsely-covered head. “I’ll give ’er a shot, Travis, but you know how they are. When they want something—”

“Someone, you mean, Daddy.” Brenda grinned at Travis.

“—there’s not a whole lot I can do about it ’cept give it to them.”

“Well, give it a try, anyway, Joe.” Travis peeled off the women’s fingers from his arms and gave them each a push toward their father.

Joe, along with another older man, hustled his complaining daughters away and Travis turned back to her.  Rici, on the other hand, took her by the arm and started pulling her in the opposite direction.

“No, Rici.” She strained against his hold, but couldn’t break it. Great. Now my brother gets some backbone.

“Charissa, don’t give me a hard time, okay?”

“It’s not you I want to give a hard time.” As Rici pushed through the crowd, Charissa glanced back to see Travis watching their departure. He continued to watch her, his gaze locked onto her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “I wanted to talk to Travis some more.”

“I think you wanted to do more than simply talk.” He tightened his grip on her arm until they’d rounded the building where they’d landed. She groaned as she lost sight of Travis. “Let’s get to know this world and its people better before we start playing around, all right?”

Charissa’s determination lessened and she had to agree. Rici was usually right in these matters. Still…

“Sister, I know that look in your eye.”

Feigning her most innocent expression, she batted her lashes at her brother. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m trying to learn about their customs. Nothing more.”

“Oh, right. And I’ve got a piece of an invisible meteoroid to sell to you.”

"Put your clothes on."

She heard him in the distance.

"It isn't proper for a woman to be out here showing herself to those who might consider the exposure an invitation."

His words were tortured and she knew by the sound of them that they might even be the hungry syllables revealing the cravings of a weakened man. "Jonathan, I assure you, I didn't have a man's company on my mind when I stripped off to bathe and found only enough water for a splash here or there. The day has been hell-hot and I need to breathe. Hell, every inch of me needs some air." She raised her legs in the air and spread them wide in the other direction. If he'd been standing at a different vantage point, he would've enjoyed quite a show.

He cleared his throat. "It has been a scorcher. I'll give you that."

His gaze wasn't going to behave on its own. She knew that much, and it scared the hell out of her one minute and excited her beyond reason the next.

He released a long sigh. "I want to talk to you and I can't do it, woman, if you're stark naked."

"Then whatever happens to be on your mind will have to wait because I haven't the first inclination to put any clothes on."

"You're asking for trouble, woman."

Hunger continued to fill his voice with a growing appetite probably hidden somewhere below the surface. "Then come on over here and answer me with some of it, or else please shut the fuck up." She fired back, a hint of laughter in her voice, but the truth wasn't quite so inviting. She was tired and just wasn't motivated to move.

"If your mother were alive today, I can promise you she wouldn't take kindly to your free use of words meant only for the discussion among men. She damn sure wouldn't want you parading around without clothes, not to mention throwing your legs wide for anyone around to see your…"

"It's called a vagina." With a matter of fact tone, she hoped to educate him.

"I know damn well what it's called, woman, but I didn't know if you did."

"Liar. You just wanted to call it something else." Victoria felt his gaze drift over her. She hadn't heard him move since his approach, but refused to let him rattle her. Instead, she concentrated on the cold, smooth feel of the flat surface under her. Her brow tightened as she refrained from opening her eyes at the slightest movement.

A few moments of silence passed. She heard him clear his throat. A few more seconds ticked by and she sensed him even closer. Still, she didn't budge. When she opened her eyes, she looked left, then right. She let out an exasperated sigh and moved to retrieve her clothes.

“You disgust me.” She didn’t answer his direct question.

He noticed.

She quickly moved to the settee as if she planned to sit down, but he jumped up and moved her back to the bed. He pushed her deliberately down, forcing her to look up at him. “Then fine, I disgust you. Maybe it’s true but even so, you want me.”

He lay down beside of her. His hand covered her mound, cupping over it with a playful rub before his middle finger moved past the slit and dipped in for an invited bath wringing with the lust her body refused to deny.

“That’s what I thought. You are truly revolted by me. I see that now.” Another finger joined the first. With a swifter movement, he fucked her with steady fingers and an open mouth. His jaws closed and opened slightly each time he moved into her.

Knees fell apart. She refused to look at him but he stared and waited. Defiance finally moved her gaze back to his.

Damn if he wasn’t going to fuck her now. She was drenched with a need so profound that only a night with him would quench the passion burning, no raging, from within.

She put up a fight until his fingers danced inside of her like they were searching for comfort and the way she responded to him didn’t slight him in the least. Her body willingly offered up quite the consolation prize. He’d missed the feel of her slick heat warming his hand and diving into her space with just a little bit of restrained pressure only made his dick harder.

Her hips met his manual stimulation and finger fucking with an ultimate show of genuine appreciation. He carefully took her to the brink of what he wanted her to think would start the orgasmic end and then he withdrew and simply stared into her waves of tear-stained eyes. They threatened to spill, but damn her, she didn’t let them fall when he most wanted to see them.

She held onto his forearm and pulled him closer. He tried to kiss her once, twice, hell it was probably three or four times, but each time she turned away. She only wanted his hand, not his lips. So he punished her with what he allowed her to ride out and what he refused to stimulate further.

His fingers stroked inside of her with a force strong enough to cross over the intimate barriers that would hold most virgins at bay, but his woman wasn’t innocent. No, he stripped her of it months ago and it was why he knew without question that she would always belong to him. Her eyes closed when his hand moved rapidly into her. He almost let her take the climax riding in for her, but he stopped and withdrew all over again. “Tell me where you want me.”

She shook her head and swallowed hard.

“That’s okay, baby, we can do this all night.” His fingers worked under her casually, skirting around the small opening of another intimate threshold, but the tips only dipped once. She squirmed and he moved up against her. His cock hard against her thigh, his lips went to her ear. “I will not fuck you unless you beg me for it.” He sneered then. “I’m not the one demonstrating need here, Carly.”

His guess was, she probably knew better than to believe him. He had the best of intentions when he made the promise because he’d worked her into a heated storm, and following through on sexual gratification seemed more inviting.

Again, he kept his hand positioned under her pussy, tempting her with a fingertip one minute and a cock the next, but neither invaded nor claimed.

“Damn you!” She rose up to grind against his palm.

He smirked. “Damn me? Oh yeah, you’ve done that…to a hell I can never leave.” He took the shaft of his cock in his hand and fisted it tight against her vagina.

Quick as a whip, she locked her legs behind his back and grabbed his forearms all in one swift move. “Fuck me. Now!”

He pushed her legs open and then slowly licked her pussy. One long, leisurely swipe across her vagina and then he blew a hot stream of air straight into her cunt. It made her back bow. "You ain't the marrying kind anymore, I hear."

"No," she whispered, biting down on her index finger. "I'm not the marrying kind."

"Good," he said with a soft twinkle in his gray eyes. "I'm not looking for a wife, but if I ever do," he drawled. "I plan to find her in you."

Billy once told her that he thought he could love her and the way he always showed his appreciation made her tempted to believe him. He sank in between her legs and that delicious tongue of his went straight to work. Not only was Billy Jackson a looker, but he was also a mighty fine kisser, regardless of the lips he chose to kiss.

His long brown hair drifted down his muscular back and, when his mouth covered her opening, he placed his elbows on her thighs and settled over her lower half. His soft strands fanned out over her legs and as she looked down the length of her body, she caught her breath. By God, he was beautiful.

Luke and John could've passed as brothers. They both had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. John was older and outside of the large cock that he really didn't know how to use well without a little bit of help from Luke or Carly, he really didn't offer a woman the kind of entertainment expected. Carly learned to work him to her advantage. He had the kind of dick she enjoyed riding and, since his cock reached the right spots, she generally liked to take him from the top. He never rode Luke because Luke did the riding.

Cloud dropped his dick between her lips and rolled his eyes back in his head. "Spotted Cloud likes woman on dick. Suck, woman, suck."

The guttural way he made his request, shocked her. God help her, she hoped he howled like he yelped before. There was something about him that made her sopping wet and, with Billy in between her legs, she'd be ready for Cloud when Cloud was ready for her.

She tipped the top of his dick with a slow, indulgent lick and Billy glanced up and almost mimicked her action. He stuck his tongue out and, without tearing his gaze away from hers, lapped at her pussy as slowly as she licked at Cloud's dick.

John slapped Cloud on the back and asked, "Is she doing all right for you, Cloud?"

And apparently, he took it the wrong way. He grabbed the base of his dick and shoved it in between her lips. "Spotted Cloud wants woman to drink in the horizon."

Billy, John and Luke laughed. "You'll see the horizon soon enough," Billy exclaimed.

Carly winked, closed her jaws tightly around Cloud's cock and sucked like crazy. The slurping sounds filled the room about the time John dropped to his knees and fisted Luke's dick in between his hands.

Carly's heart raced forward. There was nothing sexier than this. Her pussy tingled with excitement and every nerve ending in her body became over sensitive. She tried to see where the most erotic sounds in the room were generated because it enticed her, called to her.

Luke's muscular thighs bunched and Carly watched as John sipped at Luke's thick and meaty cock but his teasing didn't last for more than three or four seconds. John always looked like he was smiling when he sucked Luke's dick and Luke, God love him, kept a whole lot of motion in his hips. He didn't screw John's mouth nice and slow, he slammed his balls against his chin and literally pounded in between John's lips.

"Ah yeah, feels so good, John. That's right. Suck my cock. Do it."

Luke growled so loud that her heart raced faster. She saw John's long tongue escape his lips when he gave Luke's length a leisurely lick. Then he greedily stuffed John's meat in between his cheeks once more.

Soon, Luke's hips started moving and he grabbed onto the headboard. When his balls slapped against John's chin again, it was all over for Cloud. The natural noise enticed him and he gripped Carly's head and sank deep in between her open jaws.

Billy continued to eat her pussy and she started to fly so high that she almost forgot she had one heavenly cock in between her cheeks. Spotted Cloud had a nice shape to his dick, but the way he stared into her eyes captivated her. It was like he called out to some kind of inner spirit and reached it before orgasm. He always looked the same way, positively pleased and determined to adore her, if only for a little while.

Billy's fingers twirled deep inside her pussy when she started to arch and take her release. He withdrew, teasing her with his fingers and then his lips. Oh God help her, he wasn't going to let her take it.

Preston moved up one step and paused for effect before taking the next one. He knew lust was all over his face, but for love or mercy, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He took the other step and walked over to where she stood. He all but backed her inside the house and then simply shut the door behind them. He eased it up with intendment ensuring her he had an objective and acting on it seemed all but promised.

The look on her face told a strong tale. She wanted him, but not on his terms. She would put up a fight because the fight lived within her. It dominated and controlled her fears, hopes and even what few dreams she had left.

“Go ahead.” His eyes dared her. “Scream. No one will hear you.” Only slightly amused, he teased and provoked her.

“Get out.” Her voice sounded firm.

For a second, he almost believed that she wanted him out. “Like hell I will.” His palm settled beside her head and his body closed the distance between them.

Her voice went up an octave along with her brow, “I want you—”

“I know you do.” He grinned with the knowledge that he cut off her slow words at just the right time.

Her face blushed with the realization that slow to speak changed the meaning she went after. She tried again. “Fuck you, Preston.”

“Oh that…you will do. I promise. I’ll have you branded by sunset.” His gaze danced over her.

“I want you out.” The words weren’t forceful enough. He didn’t bother to tell her.

“The hell you say.” His mouth moved closer. “And hell will be where I’m headed if I don’t taste you.” His lips angled over hers and feathery kisses were planted. One peck first. Then another and then another. Light and needy, he searched for the sign to proceed.

She stood still. Acceptance was one thing, but participation, entirely different.

Then the nipping began and he knew he had her. He sucked in a breath and went from pecks to light bites to a full fledge battle of tongues. Deep, throaty calls were made. Manly in every way, he growled with acquirement knowing it also encouraged her and she met his kiss with a wild passion he finally unlocked. Entirely unexpected and utterly delicious, he sucked in her life as his own and fully unleashed the woman she’d never previously been.

His body molded to hers like it had waited a lifetime to hold her and only her. One hand gripped a slender hip and the other held her hand high above her head. “Oh holy hell.” He pulled back from her and looked down between them. His erection stout with ambition brought alarming recognition that he lost all control around her.

Swallowing hard, he watched as fear inched across her face. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.” He’d moved too fast. An apology wasn’t something he wanted to give. Showing disrespect for a woman who didn’t know anything about an intimate lock didn’t seem appropriate either, especially since he wanted to introduce her to a secure fit she’d never forget.

She tucked the loose strands of hair he messed up behind her ear and shivered.

He caught the tremor and moved closer. Again, he took care of the runaway strands. Tucking them gently into pins again, he stared at her for a long moment before he decided what he wanted to do. “To hell with this.”

Lacy removed the cork from the bottle and poured herself a drink. Raising the Styrofoam cup to her mouth, she glanced out the front window of the cabin. Two men were coming across the hill toward the row of buildings. She watched them walk. Something was vaguely familiar. One man was tall and thin with a black cowboy hat sitting on the back of his head. His companion was shorter, with blond hair and broad shoulders. Both men looked extremely comfortable in their western clothes. Tight jeans encased their lower bodies and plaid shirts were tucked into their waistbands. Lacy gulped down the wine and crossed the room to get a better look at the pair.

"I'll be damned!" Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized Spence Harper and Matt Cooper. It's been years! Staring at the men, Lacy searched her memory. She had fallen in love with Spence Harper when they were in college. And Matt Cooper had been her high school sweetheart. Classmates thought they would marry after graduation and Lacy actually believed he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with--until he moved out of state, leaving her wondering and heartbroken.

It had taken her meeting Spence to rid her mind of Matt. Spence was studying law at the university when Lacy enrolled. She had fallen hard for him and the torrid affair they began lasted for almost two years--until Spence graduated and returned to California to the family law firm.

"I have the worst luck with men," she muttered, pouring another glass of wine. She watched the pair disappear from sight and turned to sit on the foot of the bed. Thoughts of being with Brad and Spence and Matt congealed into one tight knot in her stomach. Falling in love and staying in love were two different things. Thank God the affairs had ended before she married any of the men. She grimaced. Though life with Spence or Matt could have been an adventure, of sorts. Both men were athletic and enjoyed swimming and rock climbing. She stifled a shiver. Their bodies were well toned and muscular, tanned from exposure to the sun. It was hard to forget the feel of their skin beneath her hands.

Saddle Creek Dude Ranch might not be such a bad place to spend the holiday season, she thought. At least the distraction of Spence and Matt would surely take her mind off breaking up with Brad.

Annoyed, the Douglas brothers sat down to wait in the empty waiting room while their lawyer finished his long-distance telephone conference.

"Damn, we had an appointment and we're on time," Chad muttered.

"The receptionist did say he apologized and that it was an unexpected and quite-urgent call," Sam said.

"Half an hour isn't that long," Johnny added, watching his brother get up and pace the room. "It's not like we don't know what's in Father's will, so why so annoyed?"

"I've got better things to do. As you said, we know what's in the will. Father showed it to us some years ago, so why do we have to listen to Terry read it?"

"Legalities, I guess," Sam said.

Johnny watched Janet, the receptionist, as she left her desk. She opened the door that had a sign on it telling him it was a file room. She was young, a sexy blonde who displayed plenty of cleavage and a pair of beautifully shaped legs. The short, tight miniskirt and tight top left nothing to the imagination. He'd caught her glancing at them from under hooded eyelids and long eyelashes several times and once, he caught her gaze that sent him an open invitation. He was horny. After not having a woman for a considerable time, he could stand a one-night stand with a sexy gal. While he was fantasizing about her, his growing cock increasingly uncomfortable in his tight jeans straining against the rough fabric, she called out suddenly.

"Could one of you gentlemen help me, please? There's a box I just can't manage to reach."

"I'll go," Johnny said quickly, sensing an opportunity to ask her out on a date. Sam and Chad didn't react. They were absorbed in their magazines. Johnny hurried to the file room. After he entered the dimly lit room, he saw Janet perched on a little ladder trying to reach for a box on top of the filing cabinets. Her skirt was hitched up because of the way she strained and he looked at a delectable, naked bottom. She wore no panties. Now, his cock really jumped to attention and throbbed like crazy. His balls grew hard and he could hardly stand the ache in them. To make it worse, she lifted one leg to brace herself against the cabinet. Her pussy was clean shaven, the lips opened slightly, the point of a pink clit just barely visible, the soft folds moist. Ye gads, he wanted to touch her.

"I'll get it for you," he said, startling her and causing her to lose her balance. He caught her. Blue eyes gazed up at him, full sexy lips opened invitingly. He wasted no time and kissed her.

She melted in his arms, her hands already undoing his belt and opening his jeans. Vaguely he saw her kick the door until it was almost closed.

"Oh, I've wanted this for forever and a day," she whispered. "I've watched the three of you for a long time."

"We can't really," Johnny whispered back. "Not here."

"We can do something. That's if you promise to take me out," she said very softly.

She sank down. "Aaaah, you're so big and hard," she whispered, glancing up at him before she worked her magic on his cock. She licked and sucked it as if it were a popsicle. Her hands kneaded his balls while her mouth worked its wonders. Lapping around his cock, she stuck her tongue inside the hole every now and then, until she finally took it into her mouth fully. He placed his hands on either side of her head and helped her move back and forth as she sucked hard and took his cock fully until it was almost down her throat. It only took seconds for him to come. Beads of perspiration dotted his face as she swallowed and licked his cock clean.

"Now you have to help me," she whispered and promptly bent and spread her legs, her pussy opening up wide for him. He inserted a finger, then three and bent forward to knead a breast.

"Oooooh, yeeeesssss, harder, John, harder," she whispered, almost too loudly. Then she came and he had a hand full of her cream. A huge sigh left her sexy lips as she stood up, straightened her top and skirt and with a little smile, she reached behind him and handed him a cloth. "Wipe your hand," she said. "Then you can get the box for me."

"I'll meet you at Mike's Bistro at seven on Saturday night," Johnny whispered. "Wear something fancy."

"Okay."

He quickly fetched the box down for her. "Is there a washroom around here?"

"Yes, in the hallway just outside the office. I'll give you the key. Don't forget our date, baby."

Johnny left the room first. It was as if Chad and Sam hadn't noticed that he wasn't there. When Johnny looked at his watch, he'd only been gone five minutes. It had seemed way longer. But he felt immensely relieved, at least for the time being. He'd deal with the promised date later. Things were too chaotic right now. He'd phone her and postpone it till after the holidays, after things had settled down a bit.

"Here's the key, Mr. Douglas," Janet said loudly, holding the key out to Johnny.

Chad looked up from the magazine he was reading. "Key for what?"

"The washroom."

"Oh. Hurry up. Terry should be done soon."

It wasn't long after he returned from the washroom that Terry called them into his office. The reading of the will was boring, at least the first legal part of it. And then he came to something that shocked the living daylights out of them. Chad stood up from his chair, almost knocking it to the ground. Sam and Johnny sat frozen as they listened to the rest of the will.

His intense stare bore into her as he concentrated on her eyes, not at all on what his hand was doing to her body.

Jo writhed beneath him and bit her bottom lip as her breathing became labored. She fisted the bed sheets tightly in her hands as her body began to climax. Not once did Trey take his eyes off hers. Instead, his brows furrowed as a sense of determination gripped his beautiful face. The more excited and out of control Jo became, the farther Trey‘s chest heaved and his breathing increased.

The pressure grew and then he did something completely unexpected. He stopped.

Jo shook her head, trying to collect her senses, and she glared up at him, concerned.

Trey got to his feet and stood at the bottom of the bed. She eyed him closely. What the hell is he doing? Why did he stop? She honestly thought she would lose her mind if he left her hanging like this.

Trey reached for one of the champagne glasses and the bowl of iced down strawberries. Tilting his head back, he sipped it, then guided her to him and offered her a taste as well.

Tiny bubbles tickled her nose as champagne often does and she giggled as she rubbed the tingles away.

Trey leaned into her and kissed the tip of her nose.

Jo gasped and sucked in gulps of air as her entire body flew into shock the instant he surprised her by pouring the contents of the champagne glass down her chest. Freezing streams trickled down her breasts and dripped from her rock hard nipples.

Trey joined her and licked away as the liquid continued to spread across her gooseflesh riddled skin.

“You monster,” she growled, followed by a deep, devilish laugh. She loved the thrill.

In a gentle hug that shattered the iron curtain of taboo, Bill tenderly wrapped his arms around David and pulled him closer by his hips from behind. A soft kiss touched under David’s sharp jawbone.

David’s heart began to thump harder in his chest. They could almost dance to the faint drumbeat. David’s mind began to slip into a primitive state as instinct and lust clouded out what society kept screaming at him.

Pure furious sensation quaked through his body as Bill firmly grasped David’s rigid, thick cock. With a gentle yet firm touch, Bill slowly massaged the dick in his hand.

David lost his mind as electric signals of joy and a rush of delight flushed through him. It was so foreign, so new, but it felt so good.

Bill bore down and put pressure on the wrought iron cock in his grip. It had no give, only a rigid power Bill was openly curious to explore.

As Bill moved down, he swung his powerful hand downward and pressed inward toward David’s body. With calm dedication, Bill trained David to accept and welcome the new feelings and emotions his body was going through.

A spark of society’s expectations seemed to come out and David shrugged his shoulder, as if falsely trying to flee from the gift and turned away from Bill.

Bill wouldn’t have it. He pulled David back to him, their bodies pounding against each other.

“It’s okay… It’s okay,” Bill whispered as David tried to weakly fight against want he wanted.

The thick cock Bill sported like a club was hard and full. It was directed earthward as it rested in the crease of David’s tight backside.

ing maybe it was the wrong number, she took to the stairs and entered her bedroom. The heat from the day made the room unbearable. Opening the window, she looked through the screen. A cool breeze penetrated the stuffy area. "How beautiful," she whispered. Gazing up at the starry sky and full moon, she had the urge to take a walk in the fields. Undecided, she knelt on the floor and smelled the fresh cut grass. When Tim comes home, I'll take a walk with him. Realizing this was the best solution, she climbed into bed and stared up at the ceiling.

The phone call from earlier kept her awake. She had a strange feeling someone watched her. Rolling onto her side, she told herself to get a grip. You are letting your imagination run wild. Taking a deep breath, she got up and stared out the window. She watched the moon move behind the barn. It created an eerie picture. She swallowed nervously and undressed. Lying in her underwear, she didn't fall asleep until the moon disappeared from view. She eventually drifted off into pleasant dreams…



Hours later, she felt a cold hand cover her face. Opening her eyes, she flailed her arms madly about.

The shadowed figure shoved a rag into her mouth. Holding her down with a strong hand, he bound her legs and arms. Lastly, he tied a blindfold over her eyes.