Lenox Ranch Cowboys: Complete Boxed Set - Books 1 - 5 Page 4

  "You want it hard, Rose?"

  "Yes!" she cried. “More.”

  Sweat dripped down my temple as my breath soughed from my lungs. I relaxed my grip on her ass—she'd surely have marks there—and grabbed the inside of her knee, pushing her leg back so she was spread wide. This allowed me to take her harder, faster and deeper.

  "It's...it's going to happen again. No, don't slow down. Please, Chance. I need—"

  She didn't say anything more because I ground my hips into hers, my body rubbing against her clit as she came. This time, instead of screaming, she cried out my name, then lost her voice altogether. I took a moment to watch her as she came, but I couldn't focus for long. My baser need took over, my balls drew up and my seed shot forth. I came with my own shout, filling her with pulse after pulse of my seed, marking her. I’d made her my wife in name earlier. Now she was mine in body as well.

  ROSE

  * * *

  Chance lay replete on top of me, the brunt of his weight on his forearm, his head nestled at my neck, his warm breath mixing with mine. He still filled me, although I could feel wetness seeping from my...pussy, but I had no energy to move, to question anything. The stars overhead were bright and scattered like dust across the sky, twinkling down at me from the vastness. It made me seem so small; the Montana prairie could do that as well. In this moment, it was also Chance who made me feel small. He was so large, so virile. So potent.

  I had no idea it would be anything like that. I'd imagined it to be...pleasant, but this had been like the fireworks I'd seen at Fourth of July celebrations. I'd felt as if I had touched the stars in the sky. It was Chance who'd made me feel that way.

  I absently ran my hand up and down his back. "You're wearing all your clothes," I commented. I could feel his pants against my thighs, his shirt against not only my palm, but also my bare breasts and my belly.

  "You're wearing your stockings," he countered. Lifting his head, he looked down at me. It was too dark to see much, but I could see his smile, see a glint in his eye. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

  It was a dangerous question for a maiden, although I was one no longer. If I said no, then I would not get a chance to feel his warm skin, to see what the hair upon his chest looked like and see if it matched my imaginings. I'd seen a glimpse of it at the opening of his shirt a time or two, but nothing more. I'd seen the dusting of dark colored hair on his muscled forearms, but never higher. I wondered if his legs would have similar hair. And then there was his manhood. I felt it big and swollen within me, but what did it look like? If I said yes to his question, would he consider me a loose woman? I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.

  "Do you, kitten?"

  I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous endearment. Who called someone kitten? I was forgetting his question. He watched me carefully, earnestly even. This was Chance and I couldn't lie to him. He knew my secrets, now more than ever. "Yes," I whispered.

  When a grin split his face, I knew I'd answered correctly and relief—as well as heat—swept through me when he sat back on his haunches. Only then did his cock slip from me and a trickle of wetness seeped out in his wake. My legs were positioned on either side of his and I was spread wide open. Naked. Exposed. I tried to pull a leg back, but he shook his head.

  "You can't be shy now." He worked his shirt off and I forgot all about that shyness as I watched inch after inch of his body revealed. It was dark, quite dark to get a full glimpse of him, but the moon was bright and it was ample enough. Only when he'd tossed the shirt to the ground beside me did I notice his manhood.

  "Oh my," I muttered.

  He looked down his body, then at me. "Ever see a cock before?" He held up a hand. "Wait. Don't answer that. The only answer you can give is no."

  It was my turn to smile at his possessiveness. "No. I've never seen one before." I looked at it, mesmerized, and even gasped as I saw it pulse, then lengthen before my eyes.

  "See what you do to me?" he asked.

  "Is it...is it always like that?" I came up on my elbow so I could get a better look. I couldn't discern color in the darkness, but the thatch of hair at its base was of similar color to what was on his head, his forearms and the smattering on his chest. His cock was thick and long and I could see a shadow of a vein running along the side of it. At the top, it was broad and wide. Overall, it was quite imposing. That had fit in me?

  "Around you? Yes."

  "I...I never knew."

  "Good," he countered and I saw a pleased expression on his face. He seemed quite happy that he’d been the one to deflower me. "Knew what, exactly?"

  I was thankful for the darkness because I blushed. Silly really, considering what we'd just done, where he'd had his mouth, but I did nonetheless. "I can't say."

  He quirked a brow as he sat on his shirt, undid his boots, and then shucked off his pants. I watched him the entire time and hadn't even thought to close my legs and he moved to kneel between them once again. He placed one hand on the ground by my head, blocking my view of the stars. "What, kitten? No secrets."

  "It's a little embarrassing. Quite a bit actually."

  "I promise I won't laugh." His gaze dropped to my breasts and he began to gently stroke a finger over my shoulder, my collarbone and then lower, curving over the swell of my breast. I arched my back into his touch. I had no idea it would feel so good, or that he’d find my breasts so fascinating. Then he pulled his hand away.

  "Chance," I replied, pouting. I liked his hand there exploring me.

  "Tell me."

  He was going to withhold his touch until I told.

  "I thought...when a couple...um, did it—"

  "Fucked?" he added.

  "Well, yes."

  "Say it, kitten."

  "When a couple fucked."

  "Good girl."

  I took a deep breath, let it out. "I thought that when a couple fucked that the man was like a bull."

  6

  ROSE

  * * *

  I closed my eyes and threw my arm over them. There, I couldn't see him now.

  His finger returned to its gentle caress at my breast. It seemed if Chance got what he wanted, I'd get what I wanted in return. I felt my skin heat at just the slightest touch of his fingertip.

  He remained silent, only his fingertip moving, then retreating altogether.

  Before I knew what happened, he had me about the waist and flipped over. I put my hands out to keep from falling on my face and Chance pulled back on my knees so I was on all fours. He moved in close behind me so I felt the hairs on his chest tickle my back as he loomed over me. He was warm, his skin radiating heat like a cast iron stove in January.

  "You mean like this?" he asked, his voice husky.

  I didn't know what he meant until I felt his...cock nudging at my entrance once again. He must have been holding it, guiding it over me because he used it very precisely, like a decadent weapon. It slid over my heated, slick skin, bumped that spot that he had licked a short while ago and had made me feel unbelievably blissful.

  Then I felt his finger—it was too small to be his cock—slide into me. I clenched it tightly with my inner muscles, the feelings it elicited making me groan.

  "I love feeling my seed in you, knowing I've marked you as mine."

  "Chance, you are quite possessive," I told him, my voice a rough rasp.

  I felt him kiss his way up my spine as he slowly fucked me with his finger. He was remarkably gentle and surprisingly tender. I loved it. When he reached my neck with his mouth, he whispered to me.

  "You want me to be the bull, kitten?" He pulled his finger free and I felt it replaced with the broad head of his cock at my opening, then nudging inside. I was too slick to resist—not that I wanted to—and he filled me in one smooth stroke.

  "Oh!" I cried. There was no pain this time, only incredible pleasure. It was different this way; he was able to go deeper, filling me so full that I felt as if we were one. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out and I could feel my lips there spread and cling to him.

  "I'm going to fuck you now." His voice was filled with intent and it most definitely was not a question. He wasn't asking me if I felt amenable to being fucked again. He was just going to do it.

  "Yes," I replied, liking the way he was taking charge. I had no idea what I was doing. He did and I was thankful for it. I wanted him to show me everything that we could do together. And for once, I didn’t have to think. I could just feel.

  And then he moved. This wasn't gentle. He'd been gentle before, but not now. I realized he'd held himself back, but no longer. He pulled back and rammed in, his hips striking my bottom hard, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the air. This wasn't romantic. This wasn't sweet. It was carnal. It was rutting. It was animalistic. And I loved it.

  “Yes!” I cried.

  My breasts swayed beneath me with every deep penetration. Chance's large hands gripped my hips and he took me, filling me over and over. I was still aroused from the last time I found my pleasure, and my entire body was awakened and sensitive to everything that Chance was doing. Inside, his cock slid over places that sparked to life—that sent heat and brightness through my body. My nipples tightened, my body was damp with sweat even in the soft breeze. My hands gripped the soft grass beyond the material of my skirt as if anchoring me to the ground, for on one perfect, deep stroke, he set me on fire once again. I cried out, letting him do what he wanted for it felt...so...good. He wasn’t just taking, he was giving. Giving me the most sublime pleasure I’d ever felt.

  I was aware of being shifted, but I didn't care, the pleasure continued. I felt one of Chance's arms band about my waist, holding me to him. He'd pulled me up so I sat upon his thighs as if he were a chair, my back to his front. I could do nothing from this p
osition except let him lift and lower me. I could feel his cock fill me, pressing deep as his other hand cupped my breast and plucked at a nipple.

  "One more time, kitten,” he breathed. “Come one more time and I'll go with you."

  He pinched the tender tip and then tugged on it. I hissed out a breath as it stung, but it morphed into heat, as if a blanket warmed my body, and the delicious pain mixed with his cock so unbelievably deep had my entire body tightening, tensing and this time, there were no words.

  Chance's breath was hot at my neck, his groan of completion a surrender of sorts, and I felt his cock thicken within me as he coated me again with his seed, hot and thick. My head fell back against his shoulder. I felt well and truly claimed and there wasn't anything I wanted to do about it. If this was what being Mrs. Chance Goodman was like, it wasn’t so bad after all.

  I awoke to sunlight, a soft bed, a strange room and a naked man beneath me. I remembered Chance helping me dress after he'd...fucked me, not once but twice. He didn't put me back into all my clothes, however, for he'd tucked my drawers and wrap into his saddlebag. Later, I vaguely remember being carried, but that was all. Now I was warm and surprisingly comfortable as I lay across Chance, using him as my pillow. My head fit snugly beneath his chin and I straddled one of his thighs. My breasts were pressed into his solid chest and I felt his breathing, that even rise and fall, beneath my palm.

  I’d never before slept with a man, let alone on one.

  In just a short time, perhaps twelve hours or so based on the angle of the sun through the window, my life had changed entirely. I was now Mrs. Chance Goodman. I'd left Rose Lenox out on the prairie when he’d taken my virginity.

  "Are you sore?" Chance's voice was gruff with sleep. He hadn't moved at all, but he'd somehow known I was awake. A hand settled on my back and began a leisurely slide up and down.

  It was a good thing he couldn't see my face for I could feel my cheeks heat. "I am not accustomed to speaking of such things," I replied like a persnickety spinster.

  "What? Your pussy? Fucking? I should hope not."

  "Why do you call it that?" I asked.

  He lifted his knee so that I rode his thigh, my pussy grazing over his hard muscle. I moaned at the contact. I'd never felt such as this when I rode a horse or touched that part of my body. Why did I respond so with Chance?

  "It's your pussy because it makes you purr when I stroke it. And that's why I call you kitten. Not only are you a little wildcat, but I knew you'd be a passionate lover."

  I turned my face into his chest, but he wouldn't allow it.

  "Look at me, Rose."

  He waited patiently for me to turn my head so my chin rested on his chest. His eyes were dark, his cheek rough with the start of a beard. He needed to shave, but I didn't want him to. I'd never seen him this unkempt and I felt a wild sense of satisfaction knowing I'd made him this way. That I was the only one to see him like this.

  "There's no shame in showing me your body, telling me what feels good and then letting me give it to you. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me." He nudged his thigh a little higher. "This delectable pussy belongs to me."

  He rolled us so I was on my back and he loomed over me, lowering one hand between my legs to gently stroke over me, watching me carefully. "Now, answer my question. Are you sore?"

  I wasn't sore, but I felt well used, as if instead of riding a horse, I'd been the one who'd been ridden. Perhaps, I had.

  "No," I replied, my body awakening beneath his light touch.

  "It was too dark to see you last night."

  He shifted again, lowering his body so he was settled between my thighs, his big hands spreading them wide.

  "Chance!" I tried to push him away because of a quick flare of modesty, but there was no give. He was too big, too strong for me to do anything but succumb. I knew the man well. He was always adept at his tasks and never left anything incomplete. If he was going to look at me, I knew he'd give me my pleasure while doing so.

  I had to glance down my body at him as he looked his fill, one of his fingers lazily stroking over every part of me. He slipped over my hair there, then over my outer lips, then my inner folds to find that spot.

  "Oh, there," I sighed. I might have been modest, but when he touched me, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I liked. And I liked that very much.

  He glanced up at me. "Right there? That's your clit. Your hair on your pussy is so pretty, but it's in my way. Later, when you have your bath, I'll shave you."

  I frowned. "Shave me?"

  He ran his finger through my pale curls. "I want you nice and slick and smooth when I eat your pussy again. Don't worry. I'll leave a pretty little patch of hair right here." He tapped the spot just above my folds.

  "Now where was I?" His finger moved lower. "Here?"

  He made me forget all about being shaved in a most intimate place when he touched where his mouth had been the night before. "Oh yes. I...I like it when you touch me there."

  “Good girl.” He grinned. "What about here?" His fingers spread my inner lips and his fingertip slipped inside me, but only a little bit. "There's a spot inside that I think you're going to like. I'm going to find it very soon and when I do you're going to—"

  I groaned and my eyes slipped shut as his finger ran over this amazing place.

  "Right there?" He nudged it again and again.

  "Yes," I hissed.

  "Rose." When my eyes met his, he continued. "I'll make you come, but for now, we're going to discover what makes you burn."

  "I think...I think you've found it," I said, my breath coming out in little pants.

  The pleasure was building, akin to the night before. I recognized it now, savored it, wanted it, but he was not going to give it to me. Yet. His finger slipped free.

  "Chance!" I cried.

  He slowly shook his head from side to side, smiling wickedly, that dimple all of a sudden terribly annoying. His finger continued on a path of discovery, but this time, instead of going the way I expected, it dipped lower and over that dark place.

  "Chance!" I tried to clench my legs together but between his broad shoulders and other hand, I could not escape.

  "Oh, you've never been touched here. Never knew about ass play, did you? If you really don’t like it, then I’ll stop."

  His fingertip gently brushed over that illicit spot and then began to circle, pressing in slightly. It felt...odd and yet, incredible. After having him awaken my clit and then finding that spot inside of me, what he was doing with his finger merged it all together, as if forming some sort of ball of pleasure and I couldn't control it. He controlled it.

  “Should I stop?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and shook my head, let out a breathy, “No.” It was completely wrong, but with Chance, I didn’t mind… all that much.

  "I'm going to fuck you here too, kitten. Someday soon when I've prepared you."

  7

  ROSE

  * * *

  The mental picture he painted was dark and tawdry and very, very appealing.

  "There's something wrong with me," I said, wriggling my hips.

  He paused in his ministrations, but did not move his finger. "Are you unwell?" A little frown marred his brow.

  "I shouldn't like this."

  That dang dimple reappeared along with his brilliant smile. He lowered his head then and got to work, as if playing with my pussy and my...ass was his reason for being. "So I shouldn’t stop?”

  I shook my head again.

  “Good. As for liking it? Oh, yes you should. I love that you're so wild, that you like when I play. Put your head back, kitten. Close your eyes. Let me take care of you. I love to take care of you."