Curvy Girls: Claimed By The Cowboy (The BBW and the Billionaire Rancher) (3 page)

And then they’d heard a burst of noise as a group of his friends walked by the bleachers, noisy, laughing, happy…and he’d leaped back as if she’d burned him, and walked off quickly without looking back.

And then the teasing had started.

Her cheeks flushed with anger all over again at the memory.

He looked down at her. “That was a long time ago. I was a dumb, insecure kid.   Did I just ask you out to dinner before we got to the cabin, or did I not? Does that sound like someone who doesn’t want to be seen with you in public?”

Damn. He had her there.

He cupped her chin and tipped her head back, his hand gentle but strong, fingertips brushing her face.

“I’d be proud to be seen with you,” he said. “I’d take you out and show you off any day of the week. Try me.”

Her face flushed, and she smelled his clean scent, the faint lingering cologne, and the rain in his hair.

And suddenly it dawned on her that if he owned a ranch in Wyoming, that meant that he wasn’t sticking around here. He would ensure that the developers couldn’t touch the Jackson ranch, and then he would go home to his ranch, which made sense, because he’d severed all ties to Crooked Creek a long time ago.  So whatever she did with him here didn’t matter.  He’d be gone in a few days.

It had been six long months since she’d broken up with her last boyfriend, a bartender at the Dry Gulch saloon. And he hadn’t been particularly great in bed…which is probably why the relationship died a slow death.

Here she was, mostly naked and trapped in a cabin with her high school fantasy man, who was making no secret of how much he wanted her. She had no doubt that the sex would be incredible. And then he’d leave for Wyoming and she’d never have to see him again.

Why not just go for it?

She turned to look at him, head tipped back. She shrugged the blanket off and let it drop to the floor. The warmth from the stove filled the room, and she basked in it.  “Tell me what you want me to do, Ty. I like it when you do that.”

He drew in a sharp breath, and his eyes gleamed with a savage light. A smile curved his lips.

“Take off your bra and panties. Now.”

Mesmerized, she stripped them off and dropped them on the floor. His gaze swept her from head to toe, slowly drifting over her. His tongue touched his lower lip. And suddenly he grabbed her and slung her over his shoulders as if she were a sack of feathery down.

With long, rapid strides, he carried her to the bed.

He set her down gently, and the goose-down mattress was warm and delightfully soft, and she shamelessly stared at him as he stripped off his underwear, unleashing his thick cock. His shaft jutted straight up from a thatch of curly black hair, pointing at the ceiling.  

In seconds, he was on top of her, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, and a rush of desire swept over her like a warm ocean wave.  She felt his cock pressing against her neatly trimmed triangle of hair, and she moaned, parting her legs and moving against him.

He grinned savagely. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’ll get it when I say so.”

He shifted his grip, one hand trapping both her wrists now, and his other hand cupping her chin and holding her face in place.  Then he brushed his lips against hers, and they were as soft as she remembered. “Kiss me,” he ordered her. “Kiss me like I’m the only man in the world. Kiss me like you’re drowning and I’m your only oxygen.”

And then he claimed her mouth in a savage kiss, tongue thrusting inside her mouth and probing deeply. Abigail met his kiss eagerly, hungrily, sucking at him and drinking him in. The kiss seemed to last eons, and their mouths melted together, and her nipples swelled to tight buds of arousal. Her sex was wet and throbbing with need.

She struggled against his hands, desperately wanting to touch him, to run her hands over his smooth skin, to sink her pearly nails into his buttocks and pull him into her.

Slowly, he pulled away from her, and shook his head at her, grinning. “Uh uh, baby,” he said. “I run this show.”

“Bastard,” she hissed, frustrated, as desire sizzled up inside her and she squirmed uselessly underneath him.

“You’re just now figuring that out?” He leaned down and ran his tongue along her top lip, teasing, and she whimpered.

“You know how many times I fantasized about this in high school?” He moved lower and nipped at the curve of her neck and she stifled a low moan. “I was too chicken to go for it back then, but you were always the star of my wet dreams. Every time I got in the shower, I was imagining your hand on my cock…your mouth…” He nipped again, and she drew in her breath between her teeth, whimpering.

“And now I’m going to do everything I ever dreamed of doing to you. And then some.” Suddenly, she realized he had a kerchief  in his hands, and before she could protest, he’d used it to lash her wrists together and tied them to the bed frame.

“Ty! Let me go!” she protested, squirming and yanking uselessly at her restraints. “Let me touch you! I want to touch you…”

“Not now, darlin’. When I’m ready, and not before.” He looked her in the eyes and ran his finger across her face, and dipped it between her lips. “Now tell me what you want me to do to your body.”

She bit back a wail of frustration and looked up at him, her breath coming in heavy pants. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t budging. He’d have no mercy.   “I want you…I want you to suck on my nipples. Bite them. Take my breasts in your hands…”

“Yesss,” he hissed, as if she’d voiced the one command he wanted to hear most. His head dipped down and he cupped the full ivory globes of her breasts in his hands, squeezing just hard enough, running his thumb over her left nipple as he took the swollen rosebud of her right nipple into his mouth.

She was so aroused that the tips of her breasts were exquisitely sensitive, and sweet pain mingled with pleasure as he suckled and then gently bit her, scraping his white teeth across her tender flesh.

“Oh, god. Oh, yes,” she whimpered, and he moved to her other breast, tongue sweeping in circles around her nipple and then over it, before he plunged his hot mouth onto it and sucked hard.

Helpless, unable to move, she closed her eyes and lay back, reveling in the sensations of his mouth on her, feeling the sweep of his tongue, the hungry suckling that pulled her nipple into his warm mouth. His hot breath heated her skin, and his beard stubble rasped her sensitive flesh.

Then he pulled away and he was kissing lower, tracing a trail of feathery kisses down her stomach, tongue dipping into the well of her navel, and her nerves were on fire underneath him.

Finally he stopped right above her swollen, throbbing sex, and his breath came in harsh rasps. “Tell me what you want me to do now, Abigail. Come on, baby, I want to hear it.”

“I…ohhh, God…I want you to lick me. I want you to suck me.”

“Where, baby? Say it!”

Abigail’s breath hissed out in frustration.  Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, lit up like a network of live wires, and she burned with hunger for him.

“I want you to kiss my pussy. Please…” she begged.

“That’s it, baby.”

He moved down on the bed until he was positioned between her legs, and then began kissing his way up her thigh, slowly, tongue dancing along her sensitive skin. He paused frequently to gently nip at her full inner thigh, and then ran his tongue over the area he’d just bitten, in a slow, swirling circle.  Teasing her. Taking his time.

She fought to keep from screaming at him to hurry, to make her come. She sank her teeth into her lip and clenched her fists so hard that her fingers ached, and yanked and strained uselessly at her bonds. She wanted to run her fingers through his silky black hair and then guide his head to where she wanted him to go…but she knew that no matter how hard she begged and pleaded, she couldn’t hurry him. He was enjoying the exquisite torture too much.

Finally he parted her slick pink lips with his fingers, and swept his tongue over the wet slit, from back to front, in a long, slow caress, until he reached the throbbing button of her clitoris. His mouth closed around it and he sucked hard, and fire roared through her body.

Gasping, she spread her legs open wide to accept him, and his tongue slid slowly between her lips again and then pressed against the tight hole of her entrance, forcing its way in. He thrust inside her, sucking at her and fucking her with his tongue, and his thumb brushed over her swollen clitoris, wrenching a wail of desperate need from her.

He began rubbing his thumb back and forth while sucking at her with his lips and tongue, driving her mad with the sensual assault, until the heat furled up tightly inside her pelvis and then exploded outward, and she cried out, her legs trembling as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her body.

He lapped at the juices of her arousal, suckling until the last quiver of orgasm had stilled, and then slowly pulled away.

She lay spent and helpless on the bed, thighs sprawled open.

“Oh,” she said, in a voice of astonishment.

“Oh, what, baby?”

“Oh,
that’s
what it’s supposed to feel like.”

At her words, a slow smile spread across her face, as if she’d said exactly the right thing, and a warm glow lit her from the inside at the effect her words had on him. On how much he wanted her.

Being here with him felt so right, so warm, so comfortable…

She stuffed those thoughts deep into the recesses of her brain. Best not to get used to it, because he wouldn’t be here long.

“Are you going to untie me now?”

“Ha! You wish.” He was breathing rapidly now, his cock engorged with blood, the head of his shaft purple and glistening with pre-cum, and his eyes were glazed with lust…but still he toyed with her, his fingers trailing along her stomach ever so lightly, as soft as the touch of a butterfly’s wing.

“Please? I’ll take you in my mouth. I’ll do anything you want,” she pleaded.

He grinned down at her, breathtakingly handsome and infuriatingly smug.

“You will anyway,” he teased, fingers circling her nipple and then tweaking it gently, which drew an involuntary gasp of pleasure.

“You son of a bitch!” she cried out.

“That’s right, princess. But I’m your son of a bitch.”

Her heart thumped her in her chest when he said that, and then he grabbed the condoms, ripped open a package with his teeth, and slowly rolled one of the condoms onto the thick length of his cock.

Then he lifted her legs up and placed one leg on each shoulder, and positioned himself between her legs. He nudged her with the thick head of his erection and thrust against her, sliding in several inches, and she gasped, and moved her hips to meet him.

He thrust again, forcing himself further up her tight, slick channel. “Oh, God, I love how you squeeze my cock. You fit me perfectly. It’s like you were made for me.”

And with another thrust he was all the way in, so thick that he stretched her to the very limits, bringing her pleasure and pain as he began pumping into her.

His breathing grew more rapid and he plunged in so deep that he was punching against her very core, his testicles slapping against her buttocks, his thick curly hair tickling her with each thrust. Her whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts, and she felt that ball of heat in her pelvis again, bunching up and then exploding and sending hot rippling waves of liquid lava through her whole body.

“Oh, oh, oh…” As she came, she felt her muscles rippling and squeezing him. Her back arched and she clamped her legs tight and the whole world went light and bright.

“Ohhh, baby…yes…yes…” And then he exploded, shuddering violently with the force of his orgasm, buried deep inside her.

Slowly, very slowly, he pulled out, slid the condom off, and then untied her, kissing her aching wrists.

“I will get you for that,” she groaned.

He pulled her into his embracing, wrapping her in his muscular warmth, and she relaxed into him as they lay facing each other side by side. “I expect you will,” he murmured into her ear, his hot breath tickling her. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Chapter Four

The early morning chorus of birdsong pierced the air, waking Ty from his slumber. A woodpecker had taken up residence outside and was rat-a-tat-tatting on a lodgepole pine with military precision, and the sad coo of a male mourning dove drifted through the air. Ooh OOH ooh ooh ooh, the lonesome dove trilled, seeking a mate.

Ty sat bolt upright, disoriented for a minute, before he remembered. He’d made love to Abigail Wintergreen yesterday afternoon – well, okay, he’d fucked her senseless, until they were both raw and sore and aching, and then he’d cooked her spaghetti with tomato sauce that he’d found in the cupboard, and they’d fallen asleep in each others arms while the wind howled outside and the relentless rain hammered on the roof.

He’d always wondered what it would be like to taste that delicious, infuriating girl, to bury himself inside her softness, to hear her scream his name while her nails sank into his back…and now he knew. It was mind-blowingly incredible, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

But her side of the bed was empty.

He stretched and groaned, flinging back the covers as he climbed out of bed, naked. His mouth felt furry; there were usually half a dozen guest toothbrushes in the cabin, so as soon as Abigail was done in the bathroom, he’d be sure to brush his teeth before he kissed that delicious rosebud mouth of hers again.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he stifled a huge yawn, trying to decide where he’d take her out for breakfast.  He was going to show her exactly how wrong she’d been when she claimed that he wouldn’t be seen with her in public.

He hadn’t been back to Crooked Creek in eight years, but as far as he could tell when he drove by, the Daily Grind coffee shop was still where everybody in town gathered for breakfast. So if he took her there, everybody would see that they were together.

Then again, the Royal Swan Hotel was the fanciest place in town, with caviar omelettes and Mimosas served up for brunch.