Shared By the Cowboys by Cassie Cole

35

Rebecca

I thought about what Terry had said while I picked vegetables from the garden the next day. I knew she was probably right: I should rip the band aid off and tell them about the book, and how that was the original reason for me taking this job.

But the thought terrified me. The way I felt about the Cassidy brothers was new and exciting. I was scared of losing them.

That afternoon I rode out to the river to help Blake finish the fence. There was only forty feet remaining between the fence along the river and the fence along the south property line.

“You’re so close to being done, you almost don’t need me,” I said while tying up Wildfire.

Blake removed his hat to wipe sweat from his forehead. Today was the last warm day before a cold front came through.

“You looking for an excuse not to help?” he teased.

“Happy to help. Happy to be out under the sun, too. Won’t see another day like this until spring.”

“You’re not wrong.”

We got to work. Blake held up a length of wood between two fence posts while I used a battery-powered nail gun to fix it into place. Three planks had to be nailed between each post, and we quickly fell into a groove.

“Had fun last night,” Blake said casually after a while.

I grinned over at him. “Me too. I was a little surprised, though.”

He frowned. “Surprised?”

“I had been gone a day. Mason and Cody had fun with me on our trip. So last night, when you took me by the hand and led me into your room, I expected you to be more possessive with me. Especially after boasting about it at dinner.”

Blake picked up another fence plank and held it up to the posts, muscles bulging in the sun. “That what you want? A possessive man?”

“Maybe.”

“Someone to manhandle you like you’re their toy?”

The nail gun hissed as it fired another nail into the wood. “Depends on the man doing it.”

I flashed him a smile while nailing the other end of the plank into the post.

“That’s all the wood,” I said, brushing off my hands. “Head back to the ranch to get more? I think we can finish the fence before dark. Probably need to swap out the nail gun battery, soon.”

“Fuck the fence,” Blake said, removing his work gloves. He stalked toward me, full of bravado and hunger. He crushed his lips against mine, pushing me backward with his body until I felt the new fence against my back.

Blake was rougher with me than normal as he pushed me down to my knees and grabbed my wrists, holding them up over my head. Then he retrieved a length of rope from his belt, skilled hands circling my wrist and the post three times before pulling the fiber tight against my skin.

He raked his eyes over my body while I knelt there, restrained and unable to move. I bit my lip while waiting to see what he would do.

“This what you want?” he asked, voice dark and deep.

A sexy tingle ran up my spine. “What are you going to do to me?” I breathed.

He unbuckled his belt. “Whatever the fuck I want.”

I held my breath as the hard ridge of his dick emerged from his jeans. He stepped up to me, knocking my hat off while he grabbed a handful of my hair to tilt my head back, and then guided his mushroom-shaped tip into my mouth. He groaned as he pushed deeper, forcing himself into my throat, allowing the unrestrained pleasure that he felt to guide him.

I had never been tied up before. There was something deliciously erotic about being powerless. Blake was totally in control, and all I could do was accept whatever filthy, depraved acts he had in mind.

His fingers tightened into a fist in my hair as he fucked my mouth. Blake made a deep, rumbling growl as he had his way with me, the force of his thrusts pushing my head back against the fence. The fiber of the rope dug into my wrists, reminding me that there was nothing I could do, nowhere I could go. Right now I was Blake’s sex toy, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with me.

Use me, I thought as I took every inch of his length.

He was impossibly hard in my mouth, which meant he was enjoying every second of this. That turned me on even more as I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft, taking almost every inch of him as he pushed deeper, right on the edge of making me choke. But Blake always pulled back just before I gagged.

He grinned down at me and said, “I like having a toy. Wish I had been doing this since you first got here.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond—he shoved himself back into my mouth, thrusting wildly while holding my head down on him. My pussy ached to be touched, to feel any sort of stimulation from Blake, but of course I had no recourse with my hands tied above my head. My desire burned the longer I knelt there, being used by him.

Blake groaned loudly and tilted his head back, and for a moment I thought he was close. I could sense his need for release like it was a physical part of him, quivering and trembling. But then he relinquished his iron grip on my hair.

“Not done with you yet,” he growled while deftly untying the rope from my wrists. He grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around and bending me over the fence. This time he tied my wrists out to each side, my arms stretched wide while bent low on the fence.

I gasped as he pulled down my jeans and panties. The air was cool on my exposed pussy, emphasizing just how wet I was. I held my breath and waited for him to touch me, to give me the sweet release of contact that I so desperately needed.

Instead, he pushed himself up against me. I felt the hard ridge of his cock slide against my lushness, but instead of filling me he pulled it up and guided it between my cheeks, gliding up and down. He ground against me like that, using my cheeks like a wet slip-and-slide for his hard length. With every thrust I felt his balls brush against my entrance, the barest amount of contact.

“I need you so bad,” I moaned. My pussy was on fire with lust, and I thought I might die if he didn’t give me what I needed.

“Beg for it,” he rumbled behind me.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please fuck me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” he replied calmly. “Maybe I want to keep doing this until I come all over your ass.”

“I need you,” I begged.

“What do you need?”

“I need that hard cock buried inside me,” I moaned.

Blake stopped grinding against me and pulled back. The crown of his cock whispered against my desperate lips. I pushed my hips back to take him, but he pulled away from me when I tried.

“Maybe I’ll jack myself off like this,” he said as he stroked himself. “The sight of you bent over is enough to get me off. Yeah.”

I let out an unhappy moan. “You’re torturing me.”

His tip brushed against my entrance again. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want. But only if you’re good.”

“I can be good,” I replied.

“You can’t move,” he commanded. “You have to stay just like this. I decide what you get. If you push back, then I’m not going to touch you. Got it?”

I tried to look over my shoulder, but the restraints kept me from seeing him. Instead, I nodded.

I heard Blake pleasuring himself, the soft friction of his shaft in his hand. It was torture knowing he could be filling me instead. My loins were on fire with desire, but I made myself stay perfectly still while bent over the fence.

My entire body flinched as I felt his tip touch me. Somehow I resisted the urge to push back against him, and Blake rewarded me by keeping the head pressed against my lips while he stroked himself. It was the smallest amount of movement, the hot skin of his crown vibrating against my entrance. It felt like he had poured gasoline all over the fire in my pussy, causing the flames of lust to rage higher.

Then he pushed forward. Hardly more than an inch, enough to wedge half the tip into me. My entire body trembled as I forced myself to remain still, to obey his command so I could get what I really wanted.

“Good girl,” he growled. “I knew you could follow directions.”

I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he pushed deeper. Now the entire crown of his dick was firmly inside of me. He no longer stroked himself, and his hard length twitched against my inner walls as he remained there.

My breathing was quick and ragged, and I clenched my eyes shut. I ached to be filled by him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

And then Blake gave me what I needed.

He gripped my ass with both hands, then slammed his entire length into me, all the way down to the base. The release of pleasure was a supernova inside me, and I opened my mouth wide to scream with ecstasy as my orgasm was unleashed.

He pulled back and buried himself into me again, fucking me with unrestrained gusto now, making up for lost time. He was rough and fast and unrelenting, using my pussy like his own personal sex toy. Torrid waves of pleasure cascaded through my entire body as he roared with his own unleashed bliss, bottoming out inside of me with every frenzied stroke.

The ropes burned into my wrists as he pushed as deep as he could go, then exploded inside of me. His screams were music to my ears as he filled me with his hot come, spasm after sweaty spasm of it while his hands pawed over my body and clung to me like I was his possession.

Blake pulled out and rested his hard length in between my cheeks again, slick from my own arousal and from his seed. He ground against me a little bit more, then let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

“That what you had in mind?” he rumbled.

I let out a blissful giggle. “That was even better than what I thought.”

He untied my restraints, then grabbed me by the hair to pull my lips to his.

“Enough fucking around,” he said with a wolfish grin. “We’ve got a fence to finish.”

I smiled with him as we returned to the ranch to get more wood.