Shared By the Cowboys by Cassie Cole

27

Rebecca

For a while, I was totally focused on taking care of Blake’s chest. He sat quietly and accepted it, breathing through his nose and not saying a word. I could tell he just wanted to get it over with so he could get away from me.

But then I realized: he has a hard-on.

Once I noticed it, it was difficult to focus on the bandages I was applying. A big, grey bulge straining to break free from its cotton prison. The more I tried to ignore it, the more my eyes wanted to flick down and take it in. I could tell he was big. Maybe bigger than either of his brothers.

“Sorry,” he growled.

I tensed. Was he actually apologizing for getting an erection? “For what?” I asked carefully.

“You know. For how I’ve been. To you.”

I relaxed. “You mean for being an asshole since I got here?”

“Something like that.”

Blake was far from ugly. In fact, he was pretty damn sexy with his shirt off, tattoos rippling across his body. As I applied the bandages I imagined that I could feel the ink underneath my fingertips, textured differently than the rest of his skin. But it was just as warm and smooth as his unblemished skin.

His boner probably means nothing, I thought while we continued chatting. Guys got hard-ons all the time for no reason. I was kneeling between his legs, after all. That was a pretty good reason to get hard.

“I can try,” he said through gritted teeth. “To be nicer.”

I blinked up at him in surprise. “I hope so. I think you would really like me, if you gave me a chance.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. I’m positively delightful,” I replied.

He almost smiled. Almost. But somehow he held back.

“All done,” I said while pushing the last bandage into place. His skin was warm underneath. “I promise not to touch you anymore.”

I started to get up, but then Blake’s hand snatched out as quick as a snake to grab my arm.

For three long heartbeats we stared at each other. I wondered what was going on behind those dark eyes of his. I could sense the animal inside him, raging to be let out. Like an untamed horse bucking in a pen.

Then he opened the gate.

He pulled me into him. I lost my balance and fell against his chest, but he caught my lips with his own. His mouth churned against mine in a deep kiss, tongue probing hungrily as his body surged upward with need, the thick bulge in his boxer-briefs sliding against my arm.

“What…” I gasped. “I thought you—”

“You thought wrong.”

Blake rose from his seat, throwing me over his shoulder with easy strength. I had a view of his cotton-clad ass as he carried me out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into his room. I yelped as I was dumped onto the bed, then rolled over to see him standing over me.

His hands went to my sweatpants, pulling them and my panties down together, exposing my lush heat. I was soaked with desire, hard nipples pressing against my T-shirt until he grabbed a fistful of the fabric and forced it up over my head, tossing it aside like a rag.

“Are you sure you…” I began.

Blake paused with his hands on his boxer-briefs, which were barely containing his hard length. “I’m sure about what I want. If you’re not, then you’d better let me know now. Because once we get going? You’re not gonna want me to stop.”

His deep rumble of a voice made my entire body tingle with anticipation. I bit my lip and gave him the tiniest nod.

I want him badly.

His cock sprang free as he removed his underwear. He loomed above me, a bulging statue of muscle and ink, running his eyes over my body and destroying me without a touch.

Blake grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He knelt down so quickly I gasped with surprise as his tongue licked up and down my slit, three long lashings before he rose again. He gripped his shaft in a fist as he guided it into my slit, pushing into me with powerful lust, driven by his desire for me rather than conscious thought. As my juices coated him he slid deeper, and deeper, and with a final thrust from his muscular thighs he filled me from base to tip.

Yeah, I thought, he’s definitely the biggest Cassidy brother.

We groaned together in mutual ecstasy. His hand pawed at my chest, squeezing my breast and brushing a thumb across my hard nipple. Blake stayed inside of me, allowing me to get used to his size while he looked over my naked body. I had wanted him to like me since I got here, but I hadn’t expected it to suddenly happen. My body was so hot for him it was molten lava.

With his other hand he grabbed my thigh, and then he unleashed whatever animal he had been holding back. He crashed into me with his entire body, not just his thick member. I cried out as he moved faster, deliciously driving into me, moving his body smoothly like a cowboy riding a horse.

Has he been thinking about this?

Tiny light bulbs went off in the back of my head. This wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment coupling after saving the calf from the river. He had been imagining doing this, exactly this, to me for a while. Maybe since the day I arrived at the ranch.

Blake picked up the pace, obliterating whatever I had just been thinking about. I sighed in ecstasy as he took me with fervent desire, skin slapping together with every drive.

“There,” I purred happily as Blake’s latest thrust angled its way into the perfect spot. “Right there.”

“Yeah?” he said as he slammed into me again. “Right. Fucking. There?”

My own reply was another ragged whimper as his tip crashed against my G-spot. I screwed my eyes shut as we fell into a perfect rhythm, surrendering to the mindless drive of our bodies. Every time his cock slammed into me I felt my impending orgasm ratcheting up another degree, an orgasm that was going to break the bed and cause the walls to explode outward.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he growled like a man possessed.

Blake drove into me with a final stroke, gripping my thigh and squeezing my breast, and then his cock went off like a stick of dynamite inside of me. I arched my back and bucked against him, losing myself to the pleasure that was surging through my body, jolts of fire spreading outward in all directions.

He fell on top of me while his shaft continued spasming, crushing his mouth against mine in a long kiss to drown my frenzied cries. My walls quivered as he moved inside me, slick from his own seed along with my own juices. He felt thicker than before, as impossible as that was, while I clenched myself around his shaft to milk every drop that he had.

Blake rested his forehead against my shoulder, panting as hard as he had when he escaped the river and flopped onto the bank. His thickness continued twitching inside me every few seconds, like it wished it had more come to give me.

He raised his head from my shoulder, staring deep into my eyes. A moment of clarity passed between us.

He’s been wanting to do this, I knew with certainty. He finally gave in. And he’s glad he did.

Relief and happiness swept over me as he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softer than he had before. Softer than I expected from a man as hard as Blake.

He fell sideways on the bed, pulling me over with him to cuddle. I swung a leg over his body and clung to his body heat.

“You okay?” I asked.

He grunted. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Because I’m probably the first woman you’ve slept with since your ex.

I didn’t want to say it, so instead I trailed my fingers along his chest. “Your scratches. I didn’t know if they hurt while we were… You know.”

“I’ve had worse.”

I chanced a grin up at him. “Are you talking about the wounds, or the sex?”

He rumbled with laughter. “Both.” His hand slid down my back and gave my ass a loud, stinging smack.

I grinned. “You weren’t so bad yourself. Considering you haven’t fucked anyone in two years.”

It was a teasing comment, but it was also a test. An indirect way to see if my assumption was true. I held my breath while waiting to see how he would take it.

“Like riding a bike,” he said, fingers squeezing my ass like he wanted to go again. “Won’t lie. It was kinda weird.”

“Weird? That’s not exactly what a girl wants to hear in bed,” I pointed out.

“Not trying to say what you want to hear. Trying to say what’s what. Like you said, it’s been two years. Didn’t know if I’d ever let myself do this again.”

“Ever?” I asked.

I felt him nod. “What we had with Penny? That shit was real. The kind of thing most people never find. The kind of thing you only get once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky. After Penny was gone, I thought that was it. I’d had my once.”

“And now?”

His voice was a deep rasp. “Maybe I was wrong. Starting to feel that way, at least. I know one thing, though. I’m sick of holding myself back on account of the past.”

I smiled up at him, and he cupped my chin and pulled my mouth to his.

The sound of truck tires on gravel snapped us out of our post-coital daze. Blake pulled his warm body away from mine and hurriedly began dressing.

“What’s the rush?” I asked. “Do you not want to tell your brothers that we…”

“Naw, we’ll tell them,” he said while grabbing a pair of jeans off his floor. “But first they need to hear about what happened with the calf.”