Rough Cowboy Read online

  “No! Poor Bonny.”

  “I wanted her to spend the first couple of weeks with no pressure. She needed to be a horse and chill out. I told Jennifer I’d wanted at least two months. She wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t gonna rush anything with that mare. When I saw you in the round pen doin’ her feet while she stood there like a perfect angel, I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

  “Now I understand why you were so shocked. Bonny reminds me so much of Miss Piggy. She was a thoroughbred off the track. Talk about wired! I found her in a pigpen of a barn. She was so head shy, for the first month or so it would take me almost half an hour to get her bridle on, but we worked out all her problems. She was such a sweet, sensitive girl. Bonny is too,” she said wistfully. “Brad, given what you said about Jennifer Roberts being scared, don’t you think she would be willing to sell her?”

  “It’s hard to say, but her fear improves your chances. The thing is, I don’t know what plans she has for Bonny, but Megan, have you ridden her?”

  “I did a few times in L.A. We’re a match.”

  “Maybe you should work with the other two and leave Bonny to me.”

  “What? Why would you say that?”

  “Because I don’t wanna see your heart broken, and if Jennifer won’t sell her—”

  “No! I’ll be okay. I will, I swear,” she said urgently. “The only thing is, if that happens, can you make it clear to Jennifer I need to teach her a few things?”

  “Not a problem. That’s your job. Now I’m gettin’ to work. I’ll bring the boxes up, and you can start unpackin’.”

  He slid off the bed, and fighting the overwhelming temptation to grab his arm and beg him to stay, she watched him stride across the room and disappear down the stairs.

  “I’m going to be naked with you, cowboy!” she whispered under her breath, “and Bonny will be mine. I don’t care how long it takes, or what I have to do, I’m going to make both those things happen.”

  * * *

  Reaching the Jeep and lifting the tailgate, Brad tried to ignore his raging erection. It had taken all his self-control not to rip Megan’s clothes off, pin her down, and fuck her mercilessly. Spanking a woman excited him, that was only natural, but landing his hard hand on her gorgeous backside had done a whole lot more than just excite him. He’d planned to comfort her quickly and get the hell out of there, but he couldn’t let her go. Having her in his arms had felt too good. Way too good.

  Her unique scent had tickled his nostrils, teasing him, tempting him, tantalizing him. Closing his eyes, he’d imagined slipping his fingers into her pussy. She’d be drenched, and she’d let out a soft moan of longing. He’d let his fever take hold, and...!

  He’d hastily stopped himself, but not wanting to suddenly bolt from the bed, he’d begun a conversation. Talking had helped, and he’d managed to get away from her without succumbing to temptation.

  But it had been hard.

  Almost as hard as his stiff cock.

  He’d wanted to let his fever take hold, and surrender to his dark, ravenous appetite.

  He’d wanted to devour her.

  Every inch of her.

  But she was a nice girl.

  He’d be too much for her.

  He’d terrify her.

  Then he’d lose her.

  He couldn’t let that happen.

  A loud bark caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Catch racing toward him.

  “Hey, you’re finally up from your nap!”

  The happy dog ran around in circles, yapping excitedly.

  “I know you want to help, but these would be a mite heavy for you,” he said with a grin, grateful his dog had rescued him from his salacious thoughts. “You can keep me company though.”

  Looking back at the load of cartons, he did a quick count. Megan had packed them well, managing to get ten into the back of her Jeep, but the unloading wouldn’t take much time. When he was done, he’d return to the solitude of his house and drink down a long, cold beer. Picking up the first box, he carried it up the stairs as Catch ran ahead of him, but when he entered the loft he almost dropped it.

  Megan had taken off her jeans.

  Her T-shirt fell to the top of her thighs, and he could see the outline of her panties. Her long naked legs looked sexy as hell, then he noticed her nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her T-shirt. She’d taken off her bra too, and she’d done it for his benefit. Taking his time, he slowly placed the box on the floor.

  “You don’t mind me wearing just my T-shirt, do you?” she asked innocently, walking across to him. “My butt hurts. The jeans were uncomfortable.”

  “Makes no difference to me,” he lied, wanting to throw her on the bed, put her on her knees, and gaze at her red backside as he fucked her into a mind-shattering orgasm.

  “Great!” she exclaimed, her eyes falling on the box. “You’ve brought up my kitchen stuff. I’ll just push it across the floor.”

  Bending over, she rested her hands on the edge of the carton, exposing her white lace panties against her scarlet skin.

  Heat pulsed through his body.

  “Stop. I’ll carry it over there for you.”

  Straightening up, she stepped closer, and locking his eyes, she gave him a soft smile.

  “You don’t have to do that, Brad. I can push it.”

  “I think that ship has sailed.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “The hell you don’t,” he said huskily, her fragrance wafting around him and making his head spin. “You didn’t take off your bra because your tits needed to breathe. You took it off so I’d see your nipples. That’s pushin’ it, little lady, that’s pushin’ it big time.”

  “Guilty,” she whispered, slowly moving her arms around his neck, “but I had to do something. I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

  “I’m gonna give you fair warnin’,” he growled, “you don’t know me. I’m not your average guy.”

  “I already know that.”

  “You don’t understand. I’m big, really big, and I fuck hard. And there’s more.”

  He saw her quick intake of breath, but instead of backing away, she took a step closer.

  Her breasts touched his chest.

  His fever surged.

  “I’m not scared,” she whispered. “Not even a little bit.”

  “You should be. I’ll do things to you—cruel things. Painful things. I’ll tie you up and mess with your tits until you’re beggin’ me to stop,” he growled, suddenly grabbing her nipples with a sharp pinch, evoking a painful wail.

  “See what I mean?” he grunted, then releasing them as abruptly as he’d grabbed them, he threw his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. “It’s how I am, Megan. There’s no changin’ me. You’ll either love it or hate it. There’s no in-between. You think you want me, but like I said, you don’t know me.”

  “But I want to know you,” she said breathlessly. “I want to know what you do and how you do it. Use me. Take me however you want.”

  “You don’t know what you’re sayin’.”

  “Maybe you’re right, and yeah, I lied. I am kinda scared, but there’s something inside me that needs to, uh...”

  “Say it. Needs to what?”

  “Submit. Is that the right word?”

  “One of them,” he replied, knowing he was quickly losing the battle, “and if I don’t walk away this second...”

  Then she did the unthinkable.

  Moving her hand from around his neck, she slid it between their bodies and pressed it against his throbbing member.

  Chapter Seven

  To Megan’s joy and surprise, Brad swept her up, carried her across the room, and laid her on the bed. Wasting no time, he pulled off her T-shirt, but when she reached for his, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head.

  “Don’t do that again. Keep your arms where they are, and Megan, this is not a time to test me.”

  His g
ruff voice sent a shiver down her spine, but her reaction was fleeting. Grabbing her breasts, he lowered his lips around a nipple, voraciously sucking it between pursed lips. As he quickly moved to its twin, though his fervent attention elicited yelps of pain, she never wanted him to stop. Caught up in his ardent attack, she writhed beneath him bleating an endless moan, but was abruptly silenced as he darted his mouth against hers in a crushing kiss.

  His fingers landed in her hair, clutching tightly, making any movement impossible. She was suddenly his prisoner. Charging his tongue between her teeth, his kiss was unlike any she’d ever experienced. Devouring, demanding, and decadent, she could only accept his passion and gasp air through her nose. Finally breaking away, he tugged her head to the side to nibble her neck.

  Breathless and panting, she felt his cock pressing against her. Even through the denim jeans his size was evident. She longed to ignore his instruction and throw her arms around his back, cling to him, and raise her chest to rub her breasts against his chest, but his warning echoed through her head.

  This is not a time to test me.

  Her conflict raged, but was unexpectedly ripped away. Rising up, he deftly flipped her over. She squealed in shock, but as his large fingers grasped her stinging backside, the cry changed from one of surprise to one of pain.

  “Hands behind your back!”

  Her heart racing, she peered over her shoulder as she followed his brusque instruction. He was removing his belt, and before she could utter a sound he had it looped around her wrists. Mesmerized, she continued to watch as he unzipped his jeans and released his mammoth member.

  He caught her eye.

  A wicked grin curled the edges of his lips.

  Seizing her hips, he yanked her to her knees and thrust his fingers into her sex.

  “Your pussy is drenched. I’m gonna fuck you hard, little lady. I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life.”

  As his frightening, thrilling promise swirled through her head, he dove his mouth against her pussy, devouring her sex the same way he’d devoured her lips. Unable to stop from yowling as he sucked, tongued, and tormented her clit, she abruptly gasped as he thrust a finger inside her and vigorously shoved it in and out. He was utterly possessing her, controlling her responses with every lick and every charge of his long, thick finger, but as he pulled away and placed his cock at her entrance, she held her breath.

  She’d expected him to plunge inside her, but he pushed slowly forward, and closing her eyes she let out a long, joyous groan. He began to stroke, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against her scalded skin. Naked and helpless, her wrists tied and his giant cock owning her, she knew he would use her however he wished, for as long as he wanted.

  His thrusts quickened.

  Feeling him clasp her hot, prickling backside, she was powerless as he spread her cheeks. Her breath ragged, her face flaming as red as her punished behind, she turned her face into the pillow. He suddenly slowed, but only for a heartbeat. Bringing his cock back, he plunged forward, staying buried inside her as she let out a muffled cry, then languidly withdrew. She waited, readying herself for the next.

  It didn’t come.

  His cock sat at her opening, tantalizing her, but motionless.

  She bucked back, and was met with a hard slap.

  “You want more?”

  “Please...” she whimpered, lifting her head.

  “Beg me.”

  “Ooh, Sir, please, will you keep going?”

  “Who’s in control?” he demanded, pushing in barely an inch.

  “You, Sir.”

  “Don’t forget it.”

  His engorged cock pitched forward, evoking a wild wail, then paused, and leisurely pulled out. So it continued, each pummeling lunge eliciting a cry, until he stayed buried inside her and roamed his hands across her cheeks.

  Turning her face to the side, she took a breath. Every nerve in her body sparked, her skin tingled, and she could feel her climax hovering, as though waiting for its short fuse to be lit. Opening her eyes, she glanced back at him. Still fully clothed and looking larger than life, he loomed over her.

  “It’s time.”

  His husky promise sent a wave of erotic energy surging through her body. She tried to wriggle, but he grabbed her waist in a steel grip. Holding her still, his mighty cock became a pumping piston.

  The monstrous climax rose up inside her, then launched its crackling energy. Glorious sensations vibrated through her body, lightbulbs flashed through her brain, and endless spasms rippled across her muscles, until waning, they left her limp and breathless.

  His hands falling from her waist, she collapsed on her stomach, and for reasons she couldn’t understand, she began to softly sob.

  * * *

  Though it had been almost impossible, Brad had managed to hold back his climax until she’d writhed through the last of her convulsions. The unexpected encounter had caught him unprepared. He’d had no condom tucked away in his pocket, and he wasn’t about to risk an unwanted pregnancy.

  Letting out an almighty groan, he pulled out and stroked his member, spewing his essence across Megan’s scarlet cheeks. His heart pounding and still catching his breath, he quickly untied her wrists, moved into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he silently questioned why he’d been unable to walk away. Finding no answer, he rinsed out a face cloth and carried it back to the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but opened as he moved the damp cloth over his mess. They were red and puffy, and he saw her face wet with tears.

  “Hey, what’s wrong? I’m pretty good at knowin’ when—”

  “Stop,” she murmured. “You didn’t hurt me, at least, not physically, not in any way that I didn’t love. Does that make any sense?”

  “It makes total sense,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed and letting her snuggle next to him. “You must’ve been carryin’ a lotta crap.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You just let it go.”

  “I think you’re right. I feel so calm. Tired, but calm. Brad, you were right about something else as well. I’ve never had sex like that. Not even close.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “How can I ever go back to normal?”

  “I haven’t done you any favors,” he mumbled. “You can’t. Well, you can, but it will leave you frustrated and empty. You crossed a line, and you like it on the other side.”

  “Like it? You’re a master of understatement.”

  “And you’re a very bad girl.”

  “Why? What have I done now?”

  “I’m gonna have to think of an appropriate punishment.”

  “For what?”

  Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up and locked her eyes. “I need to tell you about me. This will happen again, so if—”

  “I hope so!”

  “When I get my energy back you’re gonna get a swat for that. Don’t interrupt.”

  “Sorry.”

  “We can’t kid ourselves. We’ve got serious chemistry, Megan. This could turn into something, and if you don’t want that to happen—”

  “Sorry to interrupt again,” she said solemnly, “but what you said is right. I’ve crossed a line, and I don’t just like it on the other side, I fucking love it.”

  “You’re gonna be trouble,” he growled, throwing her onto her back. “Rule number one, if you’re out with me on a job, you keep your distance. Say, yes, Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If you don’t, if you tease me or distract me while I’m workin’, I’ll take my belt to your ass. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her green eyes sparkled up at him, tempting him to pull off his clothes and ravage her for the entire afternoon. Instead, leaning in, he kissed her, but gently, softly sucking in her lower lip, then gliding his mouth over hers.

  “Get dressed and get that box unpacked.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, you’re le
arnin’.”

  Letting out a frustrated sigh, he pushed himself up and slid off the bed. Catch had disappeared, but he wasn’t surprised. Trotting down the stairs, he found his dog sitting beside the Jeep.

  “Sorry, fella,” he said, walking over and petting him, “but I’ve gotta feelin’ you’ll have to get used to it.”

  * * *

  Lying naked on the bed, Megan didn’t want to move, and not because she was spent and sore. Rolling on her side and hugging a pillow, she closed her eyes and let out a breath. Her life had suddenly swerved down an unfamiliar lane. Brad had exposed a part of herself she didn’t know existed.

  “I must have known, or I wouldn’t have wanted to work for him so badly,” she mumbled. “He said he’d spank me if I messed up. What kind of woman wants to have a boss like that?”

  Flashing back to the moment Teddy had told her about seeing Brad at a BDSM club, she remembered how tantalized she’d felt.

  “A flogger,” she murmured. “He said Brad had been using a flogger.”

  Shifting on her back, wincing as her tender skin hit the mattress, she stared up at the ceiling.

  “I wonder what that would be like. Ooh, I want to know. What’s wrong with me?”

  “Hey, I thought you were gettin’ up!”

  Glancing across the room, she watched the handsome cowboy carefully lower a large box on the floor.

  “I am, but I’m tired. I need to rest for a few minutes. Uh, Brad?”

  “Yeah?” he asked, ambling over to her.

  “Can I stay here tonight?”

  “Sure. You can stay here every night from now on if you want. We can bring the horses in and feed them together. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I just feel kind of—weird.”

  “If you wanna talk about it, we can, but after I—”

  “Sorry, but I need to say this now,” she said sharply. “Would you sit with me for a minute?”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “If you’d asked me last week what I thought about sex, I would’ve said, sex is fun, but the truth is, sex has never been much of anything to me. In fact, mostly I found it boring,” she exclaimed, impulsively grabbing his arm. “I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. Brad, is it normal for a person to want—uh—punishment and have her hands tied up? Is there more? Can you give me more? Why are you looking at me like that?”