ROMANCE: Paranormal Romance: The Valley (Book One) (Fun, Sexy, Mature Young Adult Vampire Shape Shifter Romance) (14 page)

I almost collapsed in a combination of fatigue and euphoria, letting his seed seep from me. As I looked up, I saw Rand panting.

“That was amazing. You’re the only woman who can wear me out like that, but make me shoot buckets.”

I stood up, putting on my clothes. We looked at each other, smiling.

“So now what?” I asked him. “Am I just going to be a one-nighter before you saddle up to the next town?”

Rand shook his head. “I’ve told many women this, but this time, I’m telling the truth. You’re the only one for me. You can have a happy spot on this shelf, and we’ll do it every night if you want to. And once this tour is over, you can come to my home and be mine.”

I gasped. The temptation was too real. My son was grown, anyway, and what was I going to gain staying at my boring house?

I nodded. “I’ll be happy to!” I said, and I gave him a hug. We collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 3

For the next few weeks, my life was one grand adventure. We’d travel from town to town, and I’d get front row seats to watch my man perform. His shows seemed to get better with each watching, and he’d always give me a look as he came to the stage, his eyes lighting up. We’d then return home, have sex all night, and fall asleep.

I never realized how much I loved sex until I was with him. He had quite a workout handling me, and my womb swallowed his seed eagerly. I still had a few years in my biological clock, and honestly, if he got me pregnant, I wouldn’t mind carrying his baby.

Finally, there was one more town for us to visit before the rodeo gang went on a hiatus. We arrived at the town early in the morning, and everyone got to explore before the big show happened. This town was a bit more urban, and I got to enjoy the sights. Even simple things such as a train station blew my mind. The world really was amazing once you got out of your bubble.

We stopped at a saloon, and we sat by each other as he drank some whiskey and I had some water. I’ll still never be the type of woman to have much alcohol. I don’t care if my lover does, but for me, I’ll just have some good old water.

“Rowdy Rand!”

A booming voice spoke through the saloon. Rand turned around, his eyes squinting at the cowboy who entered.

This man had a similar getup as Rand, but he dressed in more black. He was a bit more grizzly, having a trimmed beard over his face and unkempt black hair sticking from his cowboy hat. However, he was even more muscular than Rand. I thought Rand was better looking, but this man was a hunk, too.

He walked into the saloon, some people looking at one another in curiosity. He stood in front of Rand, giving him a pensive gaze.

“Wily Welsh!” Rand said. “What brings you into this saloon?”

“We need to talk, Rand!” Welsh shouted, shaking his fist.

“Why? What’s done is done. We had our falling out, we’re working in separate shows, I haven’t talked to you in a year… what gives?”

Wily Welsh slammed his fist on the bar. I jumped, but Rand barely moved an inch. “What gives? Don’t give me that crap! Our show is failing because you all keep outselling us.”

Rand shrugged. “Well, we can see who the people prefer.”

Welsh started shouting, spittle flying from his mouth.

“Nonsense. Just because a show outsells another doesn’t mean that show is better. I know your plan! Y’all decided to have most of your shows at the same town at the same time as ours, and you’ve been advertising it a hell of a lot more than we can afford. You’re trying to run us out of business, aren’t ya?”

Rand shook his head. “Complain to the guy making the advertisements, and the one who decided the schedule.”

“Bullshit!” Wily shouted. “I know you’re tryin’ to make me fall.”

              Rand stood up. “No, but if you keep trying to slander my name, there will be trouble.”

“Calm down, both of you!” I shouted.

“Is this your woman?” Wily said.

“Yes, she is,” Rand replied.

“Interestin’ catch you have there. No matter. Watch out, lady.”

I watched as the two faced each other, their fists raised. Wily was the first to swing, and the crowd cheered. Rand dodged the fist.

“I consider myself a pacifist, but if you attack me, I’ll make your head ring.”

“Calm down, you two!” the bartender shouted. By now, every patron looked at us like we had something on our faces. 

The bartender’s intervention went unnoticed, and Rand jumped towards Welsh, his own fist swinging. Welsh raised his arms to block the blow, and then countered with a right hook. This exchange went on for a bit, with both cowboys getting beat up. And was it bad that I found this quite hot?

“You’ve improved,” Rand told Welsh. “I remember kicking your ass so many times, and now you can hold your own.”

Welsh, panting, replied, “Heh. I’ve been bulking up ever since we parted ways.”

“Now, do you feel better getting that out of your system?” Rand asked Welsh.

Welsh nodded. “I had to settle my personal grudge. But now that I got a few hits in, I feel all better.”

With that, Rand stuck out his hand. “Truce?” he asked.

Welsh shook it. “Truce,” he replied. “But this doesn’t meant our rivalry is over yet.”

Rand smiled. “Then, do you want to go again?”

I raised both my hands, blocking them from attacking. “Now, now. You said you two were going to have a truce, and by God, I’ll make sure you do. Why don’t we all go to a better place and talk it out?”

“Fine,” Welsh said.

“If you insist,” Rand replied.

With that, we marched out of the tavern. The patrons quickly forgot about the brawl and instead continued to drink.

Chapter 4

“Gee, Rand. Your room is a mansion compared to mine. My caravan is practically a cage!”

It was still a few hours to the show, and we just arrived inside Rand’s room. Welsh plopped on the bed. “And this thing isn’t a slab, either.”

Rand crossed his arms. “Well, you shouldn’t have left the group.”

Welsh sighed. “Indeed I shouldn’t. But we’re rivals, Rand.”

I scratched my head. “If I can ask, what was this rivalry started over, anyway? The bartender told me different reasons, such as you two getting mad over a girl.”

Welsh shook his head. “The bartender’s full of horse shit. I’m not committed to a woman enough to take her away from someone, nor would I care if someone took her away from me. The reason why we had a falling out…”

Rand finish his sentence. “Was over a penny.”

“A penny?” I asked.

Welsh nodded “We both received our money at the same time, and we usually got the same pay. But when the falling out happened, Rand’s was a penny more. I was already annoyed at how everyone treated Rand better, and that was the tipping point. I told him off and left for another rodeo.”

“I kept tellin’ him that the manager miscounted, but he didn’t believe me,” Rand replied. “I even offered him my extra penny.”

“I should have listened,” Welsh replied. “A true cowboy thinks with his gut, not his heart.”

I smiled. “See. It’s not so bad once you talk it out!” I said.

“That’s what my mamma always taught me. She believed that God and the Devil could be friends if they actually talked out their problems.”

“Heh,” Rand said. “Your mamma seems wise.”

“Even though we’ve talked it out, I still want to compete with you. But I don’t know how.”

Looking at these two cowboys, all sweating from their fight, started turning me on. Rand and I did have sex like crazy this morning, but the hungry beast inside of me needed seconds. Well, here goes nothing.

“I’ve got it. How about if you two both fuck me, and whoever’s better, wins?”

I can’t believe I just said that! I wanted to run into a hole in shame. There’s no way Rand would want to share, and he probably thought of me as some whore now. Good going! You blew it.

Rand and Welsh looked at each other. “Interestin’,” Welsh said. “It has been a while since I’ve got laid, and even though you’re different than Rand’s other girls, I trust him on his taste. What do you say?”

Rand nodded. “I’ve never shared a woman, so this will be something to shoot off my bucket list.”

They really wanted this? There was no time to take it back now. I sat on the bed, waiting for them to make their moves.

“After you,” Rand told Welsh. “Let’s see what you can do.”

Welsh approached me, and his hand caressed my side. I never knew it was a sensitive spot until I let out a little coo and bit down on his shoulder.

“You’re a feisty one,” Welsh told me. This turned me on even more, and my hands started caressing his body. First, they felt down his shirt, stroking his wild chest hair. Then, they went down his pants. I glided over his growing cock, and was pleasantly surprised. It was around the same size as Rand’s. I was in for a treat.

Welsh let out a chuckle. “Why not put it in your mouth?” he asked me.

Put it in my mouth? Mamma always told me that was unclean, but I was curious. I removed his pants, his raging cock firing out like a loaded gun. I grabbed his shaft, stroking it a bit, and put the head to my mouth. Here goes.

My tongue licked it all over, and the flavor was almost too much at first. This was how a man tastes. Raw, powerful, and delicious once you savored its taste. I dived in, my mouth choking down his cock. It went inside me enough to fill me, but not enough to make me choke. Not yet, anyway.

As I sucked him off, Rand watched, stroking the obvious bulge down his pants.

“I never thought watching my woman with another man could be such a turn-on,” he said. “I can’t take it anymore.”

As I gorged myself in Welsh’s throbbing meat stick, I patted my behind, inviting Rand to take me. He undid his pants and went behind, but I was too busy sucking on Welsh to notice him.

Then, he entered me. Welsh’s cock slid from my mouth, and a wave of spit oozed out, glistening Welsh’s cock.

I moaned, and Welsh said, “Keep sucking!”

Attempting not to let Rand overtake me too much, I grabbed Welsh’s cock and sucked on it even harder, my mouth sucking his throbbing member like a tornado.
Smack!
Rand hit my behind, and it took all my power for me to continue blowing Welsh, who seemed to grow even more. Some of his seed oozed from his tip, and I licked it up, the taste potent. I couldn’t wait for him to unleash it all inside me.

Both cowboys thrusted in tandem, penetrating both holes with ease. At this point, Welsh’s cock entered the back of my throat, and I somehow managed for it not to choke me. If you told me years ago I’d be penetrated by two men, I would have called you crazy. But now, I was loving it.

The two cowboys grunted in synch, and they even reached their climaxes at the same time. As my womb accepted Rand’s juices with glee, my mouth gobbled up Welsh’s sperm. It was so thick, and there was so much that it oozed from my mouth, but I was a good girl and gulped it down.

We collapsed on the bed, the three of us panting. There was cuddling as we all fell asleep.

When we woke up, Rand eyed the clock. “Looks like we still have an hour,” he said.

Welsh rubbed his eyes. “Really? My show was an hour ago! Oh, well. This was better, anyway. I haven’t gotten any on the road at all.”

I looked at the two cowboys and noticed that their cocks were almost erect again. “Care for another warm-up before the show?” I asked them.

Rand nodded. “You betcha!”

Welsh smiled. “This shall be fun.”

I lied belly-first on the bed, my ass sticking up at them. “First come, first serve!” I taunted.

Welsh was the one to take this opportunity. “I have to try this!” he declared. Welsh grabbed my cheeks as he thrust his cock inside my soaked pussy. He wasn’t as gentle as Rand, but thankfully I had some practice, so it took the cock with ease.

I said Welsh wasn’t gentle, but that was an overstatement. He started going fast and raw, my insides not being able to keep up with him. I screamed his name and submitted to this man. Rand grumbled. Since he was my real lover, I felt a bit bad.

“Why not… try my mouth?” I said, my words difficult to conjure.

“I have a better idea,” Rand said. There was a sound of him spitting, and I was unsure what was about to happen. Then, the head of his cock poked me between my cheeks, right in front of my backdoor.

There? I’ve heard stories about women taking it from the ass, but I never had the courage to try it. My mamma said that was one of the biggest sins you could commit. Please, if there was a heaven, someone tell me that she wasn’t watching this!

Rand grabbed my cheeks, his hands right next to Welsh’s, and gently pulled himself inside me. Spit flew from my mouth as this new sensation overpowered what Welsh was giving me. I felt so full in my ass, and the experience did feel a little uncomfortable at first. But as Rand went deeper inside me and my passage opened for him, I found it to be... enjoyable.

What was wrong with me? I knew my son was far away, but I still felt like I was setting a poor example for him. His mamma, banged senseless by two white cowboys, taking it up the ass. This was a strange way to handle growing older.

Rand’s thrusts were small at first, but as I opened up, he went faster, his hands smacking my ass. I moaned to his slaps and accepted everything the both of them could give me.

They managed to give me pleasure that no money could buy. In a way, I felt like a powerful beast, taking in two experienced cocks and giving them a run for their money. After this, I could probably go again. I just hoped that the two became good friends again, because I wouldn’t mind dating them both. I wanted to do this every night, and maybe even find a third cowboy. The thought of me having my own harem of young studs was too much, and I reached an orgasm quite a few times.

We all screamed together as they unleashed their loads. Welsh filled my womb with his seed, which was probably mingling with Rand’s. Then, Rand filled my ass with his hot come. Even though both came inside me an hour or so ago, their sperm was as thick as ever. That’s what I loved about boys; they could last for a long time, unlike my husband who went limp by the time the second hand went around the clock.

I fell to the bed, their sperm dripping from my ass and pussy, creating a small puddle on the bedside. “That was so good,” I uttered, panting.

I stood up, my head filled with euphoria and confusion. I still couldn’t believe this happened, and neither could the two cowboys. They stood up, got their clothes on, and looked at me.

“So, who was better?” Welsh finally asked.

I panted, got my composure, and replied, “I’m not sure,” she said. “It’s like trying to compare apple pie with chocolate cake. Both are amazing in their own way.”

“So, you’re on the fence,” Rand said. “That’s… okay. I kind of like that there’s no clear winner here.”

Welsh nodded. “Same here. I thought I’d beat you in flyin’ colors, as I’ve had enough pent-up urges to last me a lifetime, but you’re quite a stallion in bed. I can see why you like her. She’s wild!”

I grinned as I stood up, putting my clothes back on. I hope that all the sperm didn’t soil my dress. That thing would take forever to clean off.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Rand asked Welsh. “Truce for real?”

Welsh extended his hand. “Truce for real,” he replied. Their sweaty hands shook, and I smiled. “Now, kiss.”

They looked away, and I blurted out laughing. I got them good, Rand said, “We’re not that close.”

After a few minutes, Welsh looked at Rand, some nervousness in his face. “So, since I missed my show, they’re probably going to throw me out to the buzzards. They always tell me how good I am, but if I ever miss a day, they’ll act like I was useless all along. Do you think you could… you know?”

Rand crossed his arms. “I’m not sure. I mean, we’re not looking for any new talent at the moment, but I may be able to pull some strings. You may not be the big star right away, but maybe you can be an extra, or one of the clowns that gets shot from the cannon. The least I can do is make you the bucket boy and clean up.”

Welsh shrugged. “Baby steps, that’s what I always say. At least you’re willin’ to take me back. I’m sorry that I left the group.”

“It’s all right. We both bonded again, and it’s all thanks to this woman.”

I smiled, laughed, and blushed. “We can bond again any time,” I said. Everyone shared a laugh.

And so, our last show ended with a bang. The people running the rodeo said they would highly consider Welsh coming back to the show, since Rand put in a good word for him. Once the show ended, Rand took me to his stallion.

“We’re about to saddle up to my home. Ready?” he asked me.

I was clearly ready, as I was already on the horse.

We took off, heading into the horizon. The stallion galloped across the desert until it made its way to a series of homes. At the end was a nice, two-story house made from brick.

“That’s my home,” he said, pointing towards the place.

My eyes lit up. Rand had quite a nice home. I guess the tip money went a long way. He put his horse in its stable, and we walked toward his home, our hands locked in each other’s.

And so, my new life began. My son wasn’t too upset, as he wanted to live with his father. As for me, I lived as Rand’s lover, taking care of his house and making love to him every night. Sometimes, even Welsh would come over to join in. I was able to ride horses any time I wanted, and Rand knew how to make every day unique. For instance, he was able to make a day of grocery shopping full of fun by turning it into his own adventure.

Walking outside, I got strange looks from jealous women who thought I was too old and not white enough for Rand. I simply waved and told them they deserve to be blessed. Then, I took Rand home and made love to him.

We’ve been together for almost a year, and the rodeo is about to tour again. This time, Rand and Welsh will be performing together, and I can’t wait to watch my baby perform, and have some fun afterwards. Life has been good for me, and it’s all thanks to taking my chances in search of adventure.

THE END

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