Cocky: A Cowboy Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

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Turning my head so I could watch him, I licked my suddenly dry lips. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, that someone could walk into the barn at any moment. But I’d never wanted someone so badly in my life as I wanted my stepbrother right then.

I nodded, lips parted into a silent ‘o’ as he pushed the dress from my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. It gave him free access to my naked tits, my rock-hard nipples aching for his touch.

“Come here. Come sit in my lap.” I could see the outline of his bulge against the worn jeans, and it made my mouth water. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in there, and how good it would feel inside of me.

I straddled his hips, making an effort to push myself down against him, until I could feel the delicious pressure of the seam of his jeans against my mound. I was sopping wet already, and if there wasn’t the thick layer of denim between us, I knew Jay would be able to feel it soaking into the fabric.

He took my nipples between his fingers, giving them a tug. Pleasure shot straight through me, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. I wanted him inside of me. I needed him inside of me.

“Fuck me, Jay.” We could deal with the consequences in the morning. Right now, I needed to be full. “Fuck me, please,” I said breathlessly. I felt wild, desperate with need. I’d never been the type to talk dirty, or to beg. But Jay made me want to be that girl, at least for a little while.

Jay was already working his belt buckle open, dark eyes on me. “Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it, baby.” I lifted my hands to my tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh just how I liked it.

Every touch felt electric, the pleasure doubled or even tripled by feeling my stepbrother’s eyes on me as he watched me touch myself. The sultry heat in the barn only added to the heat growing in between my legs as I put on a show for him.

“I want you. Oh god, I want you so much. Please, fuck me.” I felt like such a little slut, begging for his cock. But it was the only thing I could think of. His answering moan rattled through me as Jay yanked his zipper down, freeing himself. He was thick and long, hard enough already that I could see the precum building at the head, glistening in the low light of the barn.

He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and it was making my heart pound with excitement. All these years, all the games that we had played, and I’d never really let myself believe that Jay wanted me. It felt safer that way, to convince myself that this was just some crush that I would outgrow, not something that could actually happen.

We weren’t so young anymore. There was no excuse for this, no reasoning that could take away from the truth. We wanted each other.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you.” Jay’s lips twisted up into a smirk at my whimper. How could he tell me no? How could he be so cruel? But then he laced his fingers behind his head, leaning back against the peeling paint of the barn wall as he spoke, voice gravelly and low.

“It’s my birthday. This is my present. I want you to show me how much you want it. I want you to make me feel good, you hear me?” It wasn’t a request, that much was for sure. But that confidence, that commanding tone just made me want him all the more.

My fingers were trembling with nervous excitement as I curled my hand around his hardness. It took both my hands just to cover the length. It was worth it for the way he groaned at the soft feel of my hands, his hardness twitching.

I could see him watching me and I wanted to tease him, to play with him for a little while. To make him as crazy about all of this as I was. But Jay was right. It was his birthday, and he deserved a nice, wet present.

I yanked my dress up until it bunched into a ring of fabric around my waist and pushed my panties to the side, giving Jay just a teasing glimpse of my slick pink slit. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how badly I needed him inside of me.

With one hand curled around the base of his shaft to keep him still, I lowered myself down slowly. Inch by inch I took him inside of me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in pleasure as he filled me up. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but Jay was thicker than any guy I had ever been with. I’d never been this full before, and it felt amazing.

I had to stop and take a few panting breaths once he was inside of me, both of my hands planted on his chest. I could feel the erratic pounding of his heart through the thin material of his t-shirt, and that was what drew me in to slam our mouths together, my tongue forcing its way between his lips and into a wild kiss.

I could feel his stubble scratching against my cheek and it only spurred me on, the idea that I’d have that stubble burn to remember how good he felt inside of me in the morning. I wanted everything I could take away from this encounter, greedy for whatever aches and memories I could wear across my skin when this incredible moment was over.

“C’mon, Callie.” The sound of his palm connecting with my ass was loud in the quiet space, and so was my answering gasp. I’d never really let a guy be rough with me before, but Jay wasn’t asking permission. He was just taking. And I liked it.

I liked the way he wrapped his big, callused hands around my waist and lifted me up until only the head was inside before he slammed me back down again. It was a feeling of fullness I’d never known before, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched me open with each hard thrust that pistoned into me.

I was completely at Jay’s mercy as he lifted and slammed me back onto his cock with sharp thrusts, fingers holding onto my hips tight enough to leave bruises. Jay was taking what he wanted, and I was drowning in pleasure, in the slap of skin on skin and the way he buried himself inside me.

“Harder.” I was surprised at the sound of my own moaning and begging, but Jay was answering my pleas with his hips, giving me exactly what I was begging for, exactly what I needed. My breasts were bouncing with the force of him burying himself inside of me, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back and moan.

I could feel it building low in my belly, tightening down with each filling thrust. Pleasure exploded white hot along my nerve endings as he leaned down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking at the sensitive skin as I bucked on his lap and shuddered through my release. It was only a few more hard thrusts before he grabbed my ass and held me down against his hip, growling his orgasm as he ground himself inside of me.

My muscles felt weak as I let my head settle on his shoulder, trying to breathe. Jay’s seed was starting to run down my thigh, and it was a delicious shiver of sensation as he pulled out of me, tucking himself back into his jeans. He let a hand settle against the small of my back, the heat and weight of the gesture grounding me in the moment.

“Jay! Where are you?” It took all I had to bite down on a groan. Of all the voices to cut through my postorgasm haze, it had to be his mother’s. Jay gently lifted me off of his lap, pulling my dress straps back up onto my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss me, nipping playfully at my bottom lip before he answered her questioning voice.

“I’m coming, Mama. Give me a minute, will you?” He rolled his eyes, lips twisted up into a kiss-swollen smile. Jay made his way over to the ladder and started working his way down, never taking his eyes off of me.

He hesitated right before he disappeared out of sight, and I saw him mouth
next time
.

Next time. Now that I was starting to catch my breath, I could feel the worry and the guilt sinking in. This was beyond a bad idea. I had let my desires get the best of me.

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The night air was starting to feel cold as the sweat dried on my skin. Slowly, and quietly so that I wouldn’t draw attention to myself, I pulled my dress back down, smoothing the fabric out. At least covered up again, I felt somewhat more in control of myself.

I wasn’t this type of girl. Sure, I’d had a couple of boyfriends in my life, but I didn’t let guys control me like that. It was a whole new experience, bending to Jay’s will. And if I was being honest with myself, it was something that I’d loved. A whole new part of me that I hadn’t even known about.

How was I going to look at myself in the mirror? How was I going to walk downstairs in the morning and face the rest of the family, after everything I’d done?

I could hear the sounds of footsteps down below, and it set my nerves to jangling. Was Jay coming back? But then I could hear the baying and giddy barking of the dogs.

Of course, it was getting late. The sun was already down, the sky outside painted in soft shades of pinks and velvety blues. It was time to put the dogs up for the night. I didn’t know who was down in the barn putting the dogs into their kennels, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to face anyone.

“Who’s up there?” Apparently, the universe didn’t much care for what I wanted. I had already been found out. Great. But at least there was some justice in it. The voice downstairs was kind and only a little suspicious, his accent so thick that it would make it nearly impossible for someone from up north to understand.

Elijah. One of those second cousins twice removed through marriage. We were never really sure if we were
actually
related, but I adored him. He was sweet as a man could be, and had always been welcoming to me. If I had to talk to someone while I still felt so off kilter, I was glad that it was him.

“Callie. It’s Callie.” I pulled my knees in close, smoothing the fabric of my dress down over them. There was a moment of thoughtful silence before I could hear Elijah clambering up the thick wooden ladder.

“What are you doing up here all by yourself, missy?” Elijah plopped down to sit cross-legged next to me. He was a stout guy, no more than five foot eight or so. He had a wild head of dark hair that usually hung loose around his face, and a smile that could light up an entire city block. I had never known someone so full of happiness as Elijah. The white of his smile was the first thing I saw in that nest of hair as he hoisted himself up onto the loft floor.

The hems of his jeans were a dusty red from the clay in the dirt. It was one of those things you could never escape around here. Red mud got into everything. His father used to say that when you grew up in these parts, you had red mud instead of marrow in your bones. It was the connective tissue that held our little community together. No matter how far you went in life, no matter what you made of yourself, you would still have that red mud inside of your bones. It was like there was no escape.

“Just trying to get some air, that’s all.” I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. It was like being a teenager all over again, just waiting to see if someone could see through your ruse and call your bluff.

I was grateful for the low light in the barn’s loft. Maybe it would hide some of the pink heating up my cheeks. I laughed, but the sound came out more like a tittering, a nervous sound that didn’t do much to plead my case. Crap.

Elijah was looking at me.
Really
looking at me. It was like he was looking into my soul. And what would he find there? Would he find the ringing alarm bells of my guilty conscience? Or would he find that undercurrent that was rushing faster and faster, and getting harder to ignore?

There were Feelings there, with a capital
F
. Feelings about Jay that I had done my level best to ignore for years. At first, I’d told myself that it was a simple crush. It would go away as I got to know him. But the more we talked and the more time we spent together, the more those feelings just kept growing.

It was wrong, to care for him the way that I did. But what could I do? Jay was charming, he was handsome and he was kind. He had unknowingly set a standard for the men in my life that none of my boyfriends had been able to reach. I knew what I wanted in a man, and no matter how much I looked elsewhere, it didn’t change the fact that it was right in front of me.

“She doesn’t mean any harm, you know.” It took me a long moment of mental scrambling to realize what Elijah was talking about. Caroline. So far as everyone in the party knew, I had come out here to get away from her. They couldn’t possibly know how much things in my life had changed in such a short period of time. Elijah thought I was hiding up here to soothe my hurt feelings. “She’s just…she’s Caroline. You kinda get used to her and brush her off, you know?”

I sighed, rubbing the heels of my hands against my eyes. I was messing up my mascara, but I didn’t really care. I had, in truth, come out here to get away from Caroline. But I’d gotten so caught up in the moment with Jay that it had slipped my mind. Now I was back to having to face the ugly truth of it again.

Part of me wanted to walk in that back door and give her a piece of my mind. To tell her that I wasn’t some doormat, that she had no right to treat me that way. But I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. That was always my problem. I was too scared to rock the boat. Even at my own expense.

“I know.” It was easier than the truth.

“You know…” Elijah was grasping at straws, trying to turn this conversation around and into something more palatable. I appreciated the effort, even if it was kind of heavy-handed. “Jay used to come up here all the time when he was younger.”

It was about the last thing on Earth I was expecting, for this conversation to swing back to Jay. I couldn’t escape my thoughts even with someone else sitting right in front of me.

“Yeah? Did he play up here?” I could picture it, if I closed my eyes. A kid with dirt behind his ears and scabs on his knees, pushing around little metal dump trucks and making the soundtrack to match.

“Not exactly. When he was a teenager, he used to bring all his lady friends up here. It was the only place he could get any privacy.” Elijah laughed, and it was the sound of someone who was in on a secret that no one else knew. He rocked back onto his elbows, turning his gaze up to the gabled roof of the barn.

“If he took them in the house, Caroline would make him keep his bedroom door wide open. She used to threaten to take it off of its hinges, like that was going to deter him. So Jay figured out that he could bring his girls up here, and that nobody would be able to find them. They wouldn’t be able to hear them, if you know what I mean.”

My stomach clenched up painfully, and my vision was swimming. It was like getting kicked right in the stomach, hearing those words. Of course I knew what he meant. Jay had slept his way through our sleepy little town, and the next town over as well. It was one of those facts that I’d known for ages. It was just who he was. But I didn’t know that he’d brought them
here.
The same place where he and I had just made love.