Shared By the Cowboys by Cassie Cole

11

Rebecca

Part of me was caught off guard. Another part of me knew the kiss was coming. Our argument was laced with sexual tension, and his grip on my wrist only heightened it.

Mason was an exceptional kisser. He crushed his mouth against mine in a rough, passionate kiss in the semi-darkness of the barn. For a few long seconds I forgot all about our argument. And based on the way he kissed me, so did he.

Is this really happening? I thought.

He pulled away and gazed down at me. His fingers uncurled from my wrist, and I let my hand fall to my side. Beneath his cowboy hat, Mason’s expression was surprised, almost curious.

And hungry.

This time he pulled me into an embrace as he kissed me, strong arms folding me against his chest. He spun me around and pushed me against the barn door while we made out. I ran my hands over his body, feeling the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders. His body was sturdy, like an oak tree with strong roots.

I parted my lips for him and he slid his tongue into my mouth. His cheeks rubbed coarsely against mine while our kiss deepened. He pressed his hard body against mine, wedging me between him and the barn door.

This is a real man, I thought. Not like the city boys in Great Falls.

Then he was removing my shirt, pulling it over my head and knocking my hat to the ground in the process. I tossed his cowboy hat away and quickly unbuttoned his plaid shirt. He pulled his white undershirt over his head, revealing a torso full of muscle. His chest was tan and warm to the touch beneath my fingertips, with a sexy amount of brown chest hair.

He kissed me again, sliding his hand down between my legs. I melted against him the moment he touched me through my jeans. I had been burning for him, and his fingers pushed into me with just the right amount of pressure. His other hand grabbed the front of my bra, not bothering to unclasp it from the back, and instead pulled it up over my head roughly. Like he hated it for getting in his way.

Mason gazed down at my chest, then smiled. “I’ve been thinking about you since you got here.”

“Me too,” I breathed.

We frantically removed the rest of our clothes—kicking off our boots and stripping our pants. We kept kissing while doing it, which made for some awkward motions, but neither of us cared. We were too eager, too desperate, for each other.

There was nothing separating us when his hand returned between my legs. I moaned softly as he rubbed my pussy lips, fingers pushing up into me possessively. While he kissed me and rubbed me I reached down for him. I found his member hard, and hot, and thick. He was thicker than I expected. He rumbled a moan into my mouth as I began to stroke him, which made him rub my pussy even faster.

“I want you,” he said in that sexy Montana drawl.

“What are you waiting for?” I breathed back.

He lifted me into his arms, holding me up by my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me away from the barn door and toward the workbench in the corner. The blanket on its surface was rough against my skin as he set me down, but I was too focused on the cowboy in my arms to care.

Mason grabbed hold of his hard length and guided it into my waiting slit. I was as wet as could be, and the tip slid inside with wonderful ease. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him into me, taking inch after inch of him until he had completely filled me.

“Ohh.” Mason craned his head back and moaned up at the rafters. The muscles of his neck tightened, then relaxed as he gazed back down at me. “You feel like heaven.”

I leaned up and kissed him roughly with tongue. I didn’t just want him to fill me. I wanted him to give me everything he had.

And based on the look in his eyes? He was going to.

He cupped my neck and kissed me back, then began moving his hips. His cock was so thick and hard as it moved in and out of me, making me ache with pleasure.

It’s really happening. I’m being fucked by a cowboy in the freaking barn.

I leaned back on the workbench as he began fucking me with enthusiasm. Mason pulled back slowly and then slammed into me, sending electric bolts throughout my body. I ran my hands across his face, up into his brown curls. There was a little bit of dirt in his hair from his work on the ranch, but that only added to the rugged persona of the man who was pounding me in the barn.

He hunched over me and nuzzled at my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple in a circle. I groaned with pleasure as he nibbled on me, then gave a gentle suck on my nipple. His hand cupped my breast, pulling it up to his waiting lips while he savored me hungrily.

I wrapped my legs around his body and used my feet to urge him on faster. He sank into me again and again, causing the workbench to rock into the wall. The sound of our grunts and cries joined with the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of the workbench against the barn wall, faster and faster as Mason picked up speed.

He stood back up and breathed heavily while making love to me. His big hands pawed at my body, digging into my hip, my thigh, my ass. Holding me firmly while he filled me with his thickness.

I craned my head back and cried out as he really let me have it. Shadows danced across the barn as the lantern swayed from our shuddering, animal-like movements. All the frustration of the day, and all the sexual tension that had built since I had arrived, swirled and built like a hurricane while we gazed into each other’s eyes.

I gasped and tensed as my climax rocked my body. My eyes wanted to clench shut and allow the pleasure to take over, but I kept them open so I could admire the sight: Mason Cassidy’s chiseled body pumping between my legs, filling me again and again.

A cry escaped my throat, and I clung to his powerful arms while waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

Mason moved faster and more urgently while I came. The entire workbench rocked and banged against the wall as he clenched his jaw, eyes widening with a look of surprise and bliss.

“Rebecca…” he moaned, fingers digging into my waist. “I’m… Oh God, I’m…”

“Yes,” I begged. “Come for me, Mason, come with me…”

He buried himself as deep as he could inside me, then pulled out. He stroked himself with a hand and exploded all over my belly, rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed landing on my skin. Mason’s eyes never left mine as he came, a deep, manly groan rumbling from his throat. I drank in the sight of his rugged, rough, and powerful orgasm.

He rested his cock against my navel, and leaned down to kiss me. His lips tasted salty with sweat, and he rested his forehead against mine and exhaled at the end of his release.

I let out a giggle, and he chuckled with me.

Our laughter filled the barn as we clung to each other, too spent to move.