The Cowboy's Kink (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (12 page)

“Oh, Tracy.
Yes
.”

Mine
, he thought as he powered inside her until his hips were pressed against her wet skin. He leaned forward, pushing her legs to her shoulders and placing his hands on either side of her head.

Mine.

He didn’t go slow. He didn’t make sure she was begging for it before he started his deep, brutal rhythm. Fucking her so hard. So good. She was tight and wet around him and he shouted as he claimed her.

“Oh God,” she cried.

He bent his head to bite her breast. “Do you like it, baby? Like what you get when you make me lose control?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “God, Tracy I love it.
Fuck me
.”

Jesus Christ, she didn’t know what she was asking for, but he was going to give it to her anyway. “More,” he moaned. “Roll over.”

He pulled his hips back long enough to flip her over and grip her braid, tugging it roughly until she got on her knees. One hand closed over her hip and he entered her again in a long hard thrust that had her screaming.

It wouldn’t be for the last time.

She was so tight. So small. She gripped him like a strong fist, bruising his cock. “You’ve been begging for this. Leaving me alone all night, coming back to let someone else touch what’s mine. And you liked it, didn’t you? Sara has a talented mouth. Talented hands. Did you like her fingers in this pussy, baby?”

“Yes!” She lifted her hips higher, taking more of him, taking everything as his thrusts jarred her body and left her clinging to the covers for purchase. “Yes, Tracy. I liked it. Liked you watching me. I was begging for this. Please don’t stop... Oh, God.
Oh God
. I love it.”

Some part of him was trying to hold back, trying to slow down, but her pleas and his own desires refused to listen to caution. He’d wanted this for so long. Wanted every part of her.

He released her braid and lowered his hand to the plug still nestled between her cheeks. He gripped it, pulling it out two inches before pushing it inside her again. Alicia’s moaned was ragged and broken.

He did it again. “This is all you’ll get, Alicia Bell,” he swore, his thrusts shaking the bed. “The closest you’ll ever fucking get to knowing what it’s like to have two men inside you.”

He matched the rhythm of his hand and hips until she was sobbing. “I don’t care if it’s your fantasy or theirs, I’m not sharing this.”

“I’m coming,” she shouted. “Tracy!”

Her muscles tightened so hard around his cock he was helpless to do anything but join her.

He couldn’t see. Could hardly breathe. All he could do was let the explosions go off, shattering everything around him. Inside him. He shouted her name over and over again as he came against her until it was the only thing left he could hang onto.

“Alicia,” he rasped against her back, his hand still on the plug between her thighs. “Did I hurt you?”

She moaned, still trembling and shook her head. “I’m wonderful. As soon as I can feel my legs I’ll be perfect.”

He frowned, lifting himself off the bed and picking her up in his arms. “Don’t joke about that.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m not that easy to break, Tracy Reyes.”

“We’ll see,” he mumbled, carrying her into the bathroom. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He set her down and took off her bra, making sure she could stand before he turned on the shower. He pulled her back into his arms and walked beneath the spray with his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and melted into his kiss. He loved the way she responded to him. Loved how willing she was to let him have his way, with her body if nothing else.

His cock started hardening again as he thought about what he wanted now. What he’d been denying himself. The one part of her he hadn’t claimed as his own. He lifted his lips. “Alicia Bell. I want you to face away from me, bend over and put your hands on the bench.”

She looked into his eyes and her lips parted. “Yes, Tracy.”

He would never get tired of hearing that. He waited until she was in position and slowly pulled out the plug, setting it down behind him and reaching for the lube he’d left on the shelf. She hissed at the sensation and looked back at him over her shoulder, her pleasure and anticipation was clear in expression.

He could hear her shaky breaths as he rubbed the thick liquid on his cock, then between the cheeks of her ass. “Breathe, baby,” he growled. “You can take me.”

Fuck, he prayed she could, because he needed this more than he’d thought possible. Needed to have all of her. For her to be his in every way.

He held onto her hip as he guided his cock inside her, shuddering hard when the head of his shaft pushed through the tight muscles in her ass. “Fuck.”

She was panting, moaning as he continued to press forward. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to go slow even though it felt like torture. He was halfway in when she started shaking.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Tracy it’s too much. It’s so…”

“Breathe, Alicia. Baby, please. I need you to let me—” He swore, stopping himself before he begged. “Do you want me to stop?”

She lifted her head and looked back at him again, her eyes dilated as she focused on him. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I want you inside me.”

He inhaled sharply. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, struggling for breath. “Fuck me, Tracy. Please.”

He slid his hand around until he was gripping her wet sex, his fingers pressing her clit as his hips slung forward, filling her ass.

“Oh God!” she screamed. “Oh God, Tracy.”

He started to move inside her, unable to help himself. He curved his body over her and his free arm wrapped around her to grip her shoulder, holding her in place.

All he could hear were her moans and the sound of his heart pounding. All he could feel was her sex soaking his hand and her tight ass around his cock. His. She was his. No one else knew what this felt like. No one else knew how sweetly she took him inside.

The sounds she was making started to change. Surprised pleasure. Need. “Tracy. Oh, do that again.” He circled his hips and she moaned. “Yes. That’s so good. Deep.”

He swore and held her tighter against him, his fingers rubbing her clit the way he knew she loved. “You like that, baby? Can you come for me like this?”

She moaned and nodded, her hand reaching down to cover his between her legs as she sought her climax. He needed her to come. Needed to come. Fuck, he was close. “Come for me, Alicia. Come for me, baby. Now.”

Her cry was low and shaken, and when he heard it Tracy couldn’t hold himself back. His hips slammed against her ass once. Again. By the third deep thrust he was coming inside her. “Alicia! Jesus.”

He wasn’t sure how long they wrapped around each other, both of them shaking and clinging to each other like survivors after a storm. It had never been like that. He’d never been like that. Vulnerable. Out of control. Desperate.

When he pulled out she whimpered and he winced. He’d hurt her. Taken her twice, both times without enough care. “Alicia?”

She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest, still crying from her release. Tracy held her, washing her body with gentle, soothing strokes of his hand. Kissing her forehead. Her neck. Trying to show her without words how sorry he was for his earlier carelessness.

He liked to be in control. It was who he was, who he’d worked hard to become. Alicia would always push his buttons. Always have him struggling to keep a handle on his desire for her. And the longer he was with her, the harder it was to think about being without her.

How was he going to let her go?

“Old Man is a beauty,” Sara walked beside Alicia, an arm laced through hers as they strolled slowly out of the barn. “Thank you for letting me see him before we left.”

“I owe you.” Alicia blushed when Sara’s smile grew. “Yes, for that.”

“Right back at you, Ms. Bell. You are a great kisser, and Dean’s reaction was even better than I imagined. From the way your caveman carried you off, I’m betting we both had a night to remember.”

“God, yes.” She was still tender in the best way possible. She loved it when Tracy controlled her and tempted her and took her slowly. But he’d destroyed her for any other man forever after last night.

If he hadn’t gotten distant this morning, she would be blissfully happy right now and ready for more. She’d known from the moment she opened her eyes and saw him already dressed and watching her with an enigmatic expression that he was pulling back. Her unintended wince when she sat up and only made things worse.

Sara had released her and was rubbing her hands together in delight, still enjoying last night’s memory. “Now I need to think of something spectacularly shocking since it’s my turn.” Her smile turned soft around the edges. “A fantasy he’ll have to make come true if he wants to keep me in sickness and health.”

Alicia stopped and lowered her voice. “Are you going to propose to Dean Warren?”

“That’s the plan. When he told me about this road trip I thought it was the perfect time to present my case.” She chuckled. “The man can’t resist me in a Hummer.”

Alicia knew from dinner last night that she and Sara had a similar background. Penny pinching city girls who had to struggle on their own to get through school and make a life for themselves. “And they lived happily ever after?”

Sara made a face. “I know, right? I’ve already been labeled Cinderella by the gossips, but I don’t care. Dean isn’t a prince. He’s a sexy, stubborn, flawed and wonderful man. Do you know when we first got together he accused me of being a present from your cowboy and his pals? Not exactly a glass slipper and violins…but he made up for it later.”

“Dean is a lucky man.”

Sara winked. “I know. So is Tracy. You’re exactly what he needs.”

Alicia stepped back. “Oh no, we’re not… I’m just here until my sister has her baby. That’s the deal.”

“Whatever deal you made, I can tell there’s more going on, Alicia. So can Dean. He said he’s never seen Tracy like this before with any woman. And they’ve known each other a long time.”

She pushed down the hope those words created. “He’s never given me any reason to think there’s more. Tracy is very up front about our relationship.”

“Men can be stubborn,” Sara sighed. “I’m surprised about Tracy, though. He’s the one that got Dean and I together. I had him pegged for a true romantic. A rooms full of roses and candles romantic.”

She’d never met that Tracy, she sighed, shaking her head. She hated the expression that crossed her new friend’s face in that moment. It looked too much like pity. “I have to get something inside,” she mumbled. “I’ll be back out in time to say goodbye.”

“Alicia, wait.”

She didn’t turn around. Sara might be living a fantasy, but Alicia was just on a temporary vacation. One that was nearly over.

“Viral what?”

Dean laughed as he sat at Tracy’s desk typing something into the computer. “Videos. Women have been making videos about why you should marry them and posting them online when the matchmaker turns them away. They’re calling it The Bride Wars. Mrs. Grandholm sent me to some of the links. It’s crazy.”

“The Bride Wars? Why does that sound familiar?”

“Why do you think?”

Ms. Anonymous. Her last article where she mentioned him looking for a goddamned “filly”. “That is it. I am shutting her down. One article in one paper is fine, but this? This is embarrassing.”

His friend pushed play and Tracy leaned over the desk to see a stunning young woman in a white corset appear on the screen.

“Cowboy, take me away,”
she gushed.
“I have a PHD in psychology, a medal in gymnastics and I practically live at the rodeo. I love horses, babies and—if you’ll let me—I’ll love you with all my heart. I should win the Bride Wars. Marry me!”

“Son of a bitch,” Tracy muttered.

Dean leaned back with a smile. “Welcome to my world, Teflon. At least they’re not talking about ropes and chains. We’d have a whole different batch of videos for that and Ms. Anonymous could write a bestselling book if they knew about you.”

Tracy glared down at his friend. “Thanks for the support.”

“Hey, at least I told you before you had a bus full of women in white arrive at the ranch, which is where this seems to be heading. Now you can make an official announcement that you’re off the market, fire the matchmaker and call it a day. See? I’m helping.”

Tracy looked down and shifted from one foot to the other. “Tracy?” Dean lowered his voice. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not off the market until I have a wife.” It felt wrong as he was saying it, but he and Alicia hadn’t made any promises. She had a life in New York. “I didn’t hire that woman lightly. I made a decision to follow Peter’s advice and find a suitable woman to marry and raise a child with. She sent me enough files in the last three weeks. There’s bound to be someone in there that fits the bill.”

“Fits the bill? You aren’t getting groceries, Tracy, you’re looking for love. After last night, I just assumed—”

“We’re having sex, Dean. That’s all we agreed to.”

He heard the sound of someone inhaling sharply and turned to find Alicia standing in the doorway, her knuckles white on the knob. Shit. “Alicia?”

She shook her head, backing away and disappearing. He heard the front door slam and Dean swore behind him. “Man, you are an idiot, Reyes. I thought you were the one with all the sense.”

Tracy was already in motion. He caught up with her and gripped her arm before she could get in the car. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Are you serious?” She struggled against his hold, but he refused to let her go. “Damn it, Tracy, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Let me explain.” He knew Sara and Roy were standing by the car. That they could hear every word. He didn’t care. He knew it wasn’t fair but he didn’t want her to leave.

“Explain what? That we weren’t serious? I know that. That we were just kinky playmates? You made that clear. That we only agreed to sex? I heard you the first time.”

“You jumped in the middle of a conversation. You don’t know what—”