Connor: A Cowboy Stepbrother Romance Novel (9 page)

Connor took my hand and we walked across the top of the mountain. Suddenly the wind picked up and dark clouds began to creep over the mountains. I felt the temperature drop as a storm front moved toward us.

“I should have brought a jacket,” I noted.

Connor rubbed his hand up and down the outside of my arm, holding me close as he said, “You know, maybe we should get going. Those clouds are moving fast and these afternoon storms can bring a lot of lightning.”

The wind picked up even more and the clouds loomed over us. I couldn’t believe how fast the weather had moved in. Just minutes before it was sunny and nice. And then suddenly the sky was dark and ominous.

“So we need to leave this second?” I asked.

Connor looked at the horizon. A concerned expression crossed his handsome features, but after a moment he shook his head.

“I mean we might have a few minutes before the weather turns bad,” he said. “But why do you want to stay? We should head back.”

It may not have been the best time, but I decided I was going to ask him about his past. It was on the tip of my tongue anyway and I figured I might as well just let it out.

“Connor, there’s something I need to talk to you about...”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted ever bringing them up. Connor cocked his head to the side and asked, “What is it, Emily?”

Though when I opened my mouth to speak, a giant bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby, lighting up the air in purple, and the subsequent peal of thunder sending a shockwave of energy through both of us.

BAM!!!

“Shit!” I cried.

Connor grabbed my hand. We ran to the horses and quickly untied them from the tree. Then we both jumped up into our saddles and grabbed the reins. “We have to hurry,” Connor shouted, over the sound of rumbling thunder. “It’s about to get really bad up here.”

Adrenaline pumped into my blood as the ground shook from more thunder overhead. Connor whistled loudly and started riding hard down the trail. Nelson followed closely behind. The wind continued to pick up and then the rain came. We made our way down the rocky trail as fast as we could manage, each step bringing us closer to safety.

The storm stayed on our tail the whole time. Once we were off of the steep trail, we picked up speed. We ran full gallop, wherein I hung on for dear life and let Nelson have his head, until the farmhouse was in sight. I glanced behind us, where the dark clouds hung over the hills, devouring everything with their lightning.

“Oh, my God. That was way too close,” I whispered.

Then I faced forward once again and followed Connor the rest of the way to the barn. I couldn’t wait to get back to safety so that I could remind myself to breathe again.

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nce we put the horses away in the barn, we quickly made our way into the house. It was such a relief to be home safe. My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush, but I was finally able to catch my breath.

“That was a close call,” I said as we stepped into the house.

Connor took off his cowboy hat and tossed it onto a table near the front door.

“Yea, it was,” he muttered. “I’m sorry about that. These summer storms can get out of control. I’m just glad we got out of there when we did.”

“Me too,” I responded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that close to lightning before.”

Connor’s eyes moved down my body as I spoke.

“Looks like we both got kind of wet out there,” he commented, innocently.

I hadn’t even realized it because of the adrenaline, but my clothes had gotten soaked in the rain.

“I have a change of clothes in my car,” I said.

Then I turned around and looked out the window, where the rain had turned fierce. It was a total downpour.

“I don’t think either of us are going out in that,” Connor said. “Just give me your clothes and I’ll throw them in the dryer.”

As he spoke, Connor slipped off his shirt and bundled it up in his hands. His skin was shining, reflecting the light and accentuating the muscles of his chest and abs. My eyes moved downward, where the lines of his hips disappeared into the waist of his jeans. My lips parted and I breathed in quickly as my pussy ached.

Oh, God... he’s so hot.

Connor smiled at me and reached a hand out, waiting for me to hand over my clothes. I felt a bit nervous undressing in front of him, but I also didn’t want to sit around in wet clothes all afternoon. So I smiled coyly and then grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. As I finished taking the shirt off, I noticed that Connor’s gaze had moved toward my bra-covered breasts.

“Connor!” I chastised, covering myself up with one hand.

He just smiled and brought his eyes back up to my own.

“Sorry,” he responded. “You’re just so goddamn hot.”

I blushed at the compliment. “Well, thank you,” I said, throwing him my shirt. He caught it with one hand and tossed it over his shoulder. He then quickly unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off in front of me, letting them fall down to his ankles. His black boxer/briefs were revealed, along with his muscular legs, which I had not seen before.

Goddamn. Is there anything about this guy that isn’t sexy?

It was like I was standing in front of an underwear model. It almost didn’t seem real. Connor noticed me staring at him and then immediately gave me flak about it.

“Emily!” he cried, as he playfully covered up his chest. “You dirty dog, you! Stop staring at me!”

I started laughing as I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I responded.

Then I reached down and unbuttoned my own jeans, carefully slipping them off so as not to accidentally slide my underwear off with them. The wet denim clung to my skin but was I able to get them down without my panties coming off. Once the jeans were down to my ankles, I stepped out of my shoes and my jeans at the same time. Connor walked over and picked my pants up from the floor. Then he stood up, sliding his gaze up and down my body.

So there we were, standing inches from each other in nothing but our underwear. I could feel the sexual tension thrumming in the air. My body tingled and my pussy began to throb as I looked at my cowboy stepbrother who stood before me, looking as sexy as ever.

“You are fucking perfect,” Connor exhaled slowly.

This is bad news, right here. I’m going to get into a lot of trouble.

Connor drew in a long breath and then stepped close to me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling my close. My crotch pressed into his and a moment later, I felt a bulge began to grow within his boxers.

Any and all thoughts of Connor’s past flew out the window. My instincts were taking over and all that I could think about was having him. In that moment, I didn’t care what he had or hadn't done years before. Not surprisingly, the gorgeous, half-naked man in front of me caused me to lose my senses.

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. Our mouths opened and our tongues began to caress against each other’s. The kiss turned me on even further and I moaned softly as I leaned toward him.

Connor slid his powerful hands up my sides. Our naked skin was pressed against each other’s as we kissed. I had had a feeling that when I came back to the farm I’d end up fooling around with him, but I had no clue that it was going to happen so quickly.

I reached my hands up and placed them over Connor’s muscular shoulders. Then I gently pulled away from our kiss and looked him in the eyes.

“Didn’t you say something about throwing our clothes in the dryer?” I asked, playfully.

Connor chuckled and shook his head.

“I did,” he responded. “But I think that can wait. There’s something much more important in front of me right now.”

Then he leaned forward and kissed me once again. This time, though, his hands dropped and he grabbed my ass, lifting me off of the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me there as we kissed.

We made out for a moment and then Connor broke our kiss. Without saying a word, he carried me across the living room and into his bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed and then resumed our kiss as his body loomed on all fours over mine.

Oh, God. This is so bad. But I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel right.

My legs were still wrapped around Connor’s waist and as he leaned forward, it caused the bulge in his crotch to press against my pantie-covered flower. A burst of pleasure shot into my body as he bucked his hips forward, creating a gentle friction.

God, yes...

My hands moved up and down his back and, within a second, I found myself bucking my hips forward as well. The friction increased and along with it, so did the pleasure. After a moment, Connor pulled away from our kiss. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a brief second and then I watched as he moved his face downward toward my cleavage.

My mouth opened and I leaned my head back as Connor began to kiss the top of my breasts. It had been so long since I had been touched like that and I had forgotten how badly I needed it.

Connor growled possessively into my chest, then he lifted one of his hands up and undid the clasp in the center of my bra. The bra popped open immediately, releasing my breasts to the air.

This is really happening.

It was hard to believe that it was real. My stepbrother, the most gorgeous man I had ever met, was on top of me in bed. We had the house to ourselves and our parents were miles and miles away. We were totally free to do whatever we wanted. It was perfect, really.

Connor cupped my naked breasts in each hand. Then he leaned forward, gently placing his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to rub at it with his tongue, causing it to grow firm in an instant. My body shuddered as a wave of pleasure coursed through me.

“Oh, God yes,” I whispered, as I closed my eyes and let the sensation flow through me.

Connor licked circles over my areola and then immediately moved his face to my other breast, giving it the same attention. After a moment, he gently pulled his face away and continued his journey downward, kissing along my stomach and all the way to my belly button.

I slowly opened my eyes, watching as he maneuvered across my sensitive skin. He kissed downward on my belly, inch by inch, until he got to the top of my panties. Then he reached up and slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband.

He pulled downward on my panties, shimmying them off of my waist. I lifted my butt off of the bed to help him get them off. He slid my underwear down to my knees and then to my ankles, where I kicked them carelessly across the room.

“Jesus... you are perfect,” Connor whispered, as he looked me over.

He got up from the bed and I immediately noticed that the bulge in his underwear had gotten much larger. His fully erect cock was tenting the thin material, just begging to be released. 

Connor kept his eyes on my body as he slipped out of his boxers. His manhood popped out and my jaw dropped slightly as I laid eyes on it. His cock was huge, much larger than any man I had ever slept with.

He gave my naked body a slow once over and then crawled back on the bed, lifting my legs up and draping them over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of my knees, then moved downward along my thighs, making his way toward my crotch.

With each inch that he kissed, another burst of excitement shot through me and I began to get more turned on than I had in years.

“Yes...” I groaned.

Just the anticipation of Connor’s lips on my pussy caused me to moan. It was like I could feel the pleasure before he even touched me down there. Connor growled again as he slid his lips downward my crotch. He kissed the crease between my thigh and my pussy, then moved his face over so that his tongue landed directly on my clit.

“Oh, God...” I whispered, as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

He flicked his tongue against my clit, creating a deep burst of pleasure inside of me. It left me breathless and my face became frozen in a state of bliss. Connor moaned as he continued lapping his tongue against my sensitive parts, causing me to get even wetter. I relaxed my legs over his muscular shoulders. Then I brought my hands to my breasts and began to gently touch my nipples as he ate me out.

“Oh, fuck, Connor,” I managed to say, as I exhaled. I immediately breathed in again, sucking the air through my teeth and creating a hissing noise. My senses became overwhelmed and I found myself bucking my hips upward just to increase the pleasure even further.

“Don’t stop, baby,” I whispered.

Connor nodded his head, bringing his tongue down along my folds and then back up to my clit. My jaw dropped and my eyes to rolled into the back of my head.

“Oh, my God...”

My back arched as I pressed my head into the pillow. It felt so incredible. But it was more than just physical pleasure that had me writhing on top of that bed. Something about the fact that I shouldn’t have been there made it even hotter. The taboo element of sleeping with my stepbrother just made it even sexier than it would have normally been.

The waves of ecstasy continued to pulsate inside of me, starting at my crotch and radiating outward. The pleasure was so intense, and a moment later I crashed into orgasm.

“Oh, God...Connor...” I said, in between heavy breaths. “I’m coming!”

Connor nodded his head in approval as he continued teasing my clit. The sensation increase and I felt my entire body explode with ecstasy. Every inch of my skin lit on fire was pleasure and my thighs clamped around Connor’s head.

“Yes...” I moaned.

My entire body shuddered and my pussy tensed as it released its juices. I rode the final wave of pleasure with lust writ on my face. Then I finally relaxed back onto the bed, as the waves of ecstasy slowly ebbed away to a dull aching pleasure.

My God...

It had been years since I had experienced an orgasm. My ex-husband was never able to get me off. And in fact, no man had ever been able to. I was usually only able to get off by myself, either with my fingers or with a dildo. So needless to say, I was shocked by the fact that Connor was able to make it happen.