Annie And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 3) (16 page)

“Yeah, well fucking sue me!” he shot back and sat to eat his food. They ate in silence the only conversation being the odd question about her and the books she read. By the time the food was done, she had figured out a bit of his story that was rarely heard in the streets. He was much more than just the man who she knew ordered hits and smuggled drugs. For the first time she was seeing the kingpin as an actual person, and she liked him.

“Come let me show you my favorite collection,” he said moments later, pulling her up from her perch. She followed him admiring the way his ass moved in his pants, and when they got to the rear section of the library, he stood before the isle with his arms open in pride. “This is my paradise.”

She walked passed him, her bare forearm brushing his and the volt of electricity that passed between them was undeniable.

Stop it!
She warned herself, but she had been feeling the rising attraction since he had sat beside her hours before and now in the thin space of the isle she could not deny it. She ran her fingers along the spine of the books as she walked, realizing she was looking at a collection of very old African American literature and Greek mythology. The former she wished she could afford school to study and the latter was something of interest ever since she had read a Sherelyn Kenyon novel.

“A man after my own heart,” she said taking a book from the shelf as he closed the space between them. She was distractingly aware of his breath caressing her neck as she ran her fingers across the old parchment paper of one of the Greek books and realized it was an antique collection.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

“Yes, you are,” he responded from behind her and she felt his lips brush against the skin of her bare shoulder. It sent shivers through her body and goose bumps followed suit. She turned slowly; feeling like she was outside her body watching the scene unfold and no matter how much she told herself to walked away she could not help but lean into his kiss when he lowered his lips to hers.

He is a drug dealer, Cara!
One demon shouted.

But he loves books and he is hot!
The other countered.

He nearly killed Michael and almost choked you to death!
Her demon shouted.

Semantics! He is hot!
Countered the other as Josh’s hand lifted to cup her face as he breathed out into the kiss and Cara knew fighting it was lost. His hand moved from her face to the exposed skin on her shoulder and as much as she tried to fight it her empty hand came up to clutch his shirt. He angled is head to deepen the kiss and pull her into him. She couldn’t fathom how any woman on the face of the earth could resist the erotic masculinity of him and she sure as hell knew that as much as she despised what he had done, there was no way she could walk away from this moment.

His fingers slowly lifted the hem of her shorts and the sheer pleasure of his warm hands touching the sensitive skin of her stomach caused her to pull away and gasp for breath. Her senses that had left the room slowly did the walk of shame back in and she stepped away from him.

“I can’t,” she whispered turning to put the book back on the shelf and stepping away.

“Sorry,” he said to her and she could hear the remorse in his voice. It stopped her in her tracks and he walked up to her again. “I didn’t mean to,” he said. He sounded as if he were about to say something else but she didn’t give him the chance. As his thumb ran across her lips in sweet apology, she roughly pulled him back into her and forgot all sense of modesty and time. She pulled his shirt from the waist band of his jeans and bit down on his lower lip as her fingers played across his bare chest, touching, petting and shaping his defined torso and enjoying the muscles that twitched beneath her ministrations.

His fingers slowly made their way down to the hem of the skirt she had hauled on that morning, and as he slowly moved it up her leg, her hand found his erect cock through his pants and squeezed him.

“Mmm,” he moaned into her mouth as she slipped his zipper down and pulled his manhood free. This was not the slow sweet love making of lovers. This was just her wanting to feel the strength of him inside her and as his fingers found her wet and dripping slit, they slipped into the folds of her pussy and she broke the kiss to throw her head back as he found her clitoris and gently massaged it. She moaned out loud, happy the library was empty, and she slowly stroked him, enjoying the feel of him thickening and pulsating in her palm.

“Fuck me,” she whispered as he lowered his lips to her taunt nipples, poking through the thin fabric of the bra and shirt she had pulled on that day. His wet mouth soaked through the material as he wrapped his fingers around her slender thighs and lifted her.

His cock rubbed against the V of her thigh and he humped back and forth driving her crazy. When she couldn’t take it anymore she reached between them and pulled her panty to the side. He took the opportunity to skin into her inch by slow glorious inch and they moaned against each other with the sheer pleasure of it.

When he was buried to the hilt, he rested her against the book shelf and stared in her eyes. The emotions she saw there was unreadable but he waited as if begging her permission to fuck her. She felt him twitch inside her and lowered her lips to his as she thrust her hips on his cock. He took a hint and in slow long strokes he entered her and pulled out again and again. The fire between them built and neither one of them could stand in any more.

As the waves of climax built and began to roll over her, his thrusts quickened and he plunged into her again and again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and moments later he threw his head back and groaned as he plunged into her one last time. She couldn’t think straight and out of the corner of her eyes she saw Simone looking at them slack jawed, but she couldn’t say anything. Her body shook to the core and she closed her eyes as the spasms of pleasure rolled over them.

When they passed, Simone was gone and Josh slowly lowered her to her shaky feet and planted a kiss on her lips then her forehead. She smiled reveling in the moment as she rested her forehead on his chin.

“I have to go,” she whispered.

“What? No!” he said lifting her face to his.

“Simone was just here,” she said and she saw the shock flash across his face. She didn’t need to explain anything else to him. When her eyes found his, she knew that he knew what her next few hours would be like. She gave him a lingering kiss and made her way out the door and headed after Simone.

Chapter 5

Simone looked down at her phone as it rang. She turned her car out on the road and threw it in the passenger seat beside her. She couldn’t believe Cara had been fucking the man who had nearly killed her brother. For all she knew they were both in on it. She quickly stopped at the hospital to check in on her brother and then thirty minutes later, still fuming, she made her way to her father’s house to find that he had decided to stop drinking long enough to get some work done. She ordered him some food and ignored his questions if she was alright and made her way back to her apartment.

Her phone never stopped vibrating and each time she looked at it to find it was Cara.

“Fuck you!” she said and threw the phone down on the chair as she drove. She should have known it would not have been that easy to get rid of her best friend though. As she climbed up the stairs in the early Chicago night, she found Cara sitting outside her apartment door.

“Really?” she asked in anger.

“You left me stranded after I followed you there?” Cara asked her in horror, but Simone didn’t much care if she had just broken some best friend code.

“By the way things looked, if you needed a ride out of there he would have rode you all the way home,” she threw back at her friend and she could see Cara was taken aback by the insult. “He nearly killed my brother, Cara.”

“But your brother was not innocent, and what does that have to do with me fucking him?”

Simone was going to answer her just as some people made their way down from the third floor. She decided against airing her dirty laundry and stepped inside leaving the door for Cara to follow. She walked to her kitchen and took a bottle of water out of her fridge as Cara leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her.

Simone knew she really had no reason to be upset, and if she were to be honest with herself she was not actually upset because Cara had fucked the man who was now her boss; she was actually upset because she had wanted to do the same thing.

She rolled a bottle of water to her friend and Cara took that as permission to speak. “Aren’t you going to ask me how it was?” she smiled at her friend.

“Spare me the details,” Simone said and walked away from her. She knew that Cara knew her well enough to know she was more jealous than anything else.

“Come on Si,” Cara said to her as she headed into her bathroom. “We are better than this.”

Simone didn’t answer her, and she put music on her cell phone and spent a little over an hour in the tub, soaking away her anger.  But as much as she tried to she just couldn’t remain angry and she couldn’t keep the memory of Cara being nailed against a bookshelf out of her mind. Her tummy was in a knot and her clitoris pulsed as the memory played over and over in her mind. Before she could stop herself she found her fingers falling below the surface of the water to play with her clitoris. She slipped a finger inside of her and used another to rub the hood of her clitoris. Her mouth forming a silent
oh
as she brought herself to a climax. It was still not as fulfilling as she wanted it to be, and she couldn’t help thinking how much more fun it would be if all three of them had a go at it. This was not the first time they had liked the same man, and they had always spoken about a threesome, it was just kind of ironic that the man she would love to be a part of it was the man who had nearly killed her brother. The same man that was one of Chicago’s biggest drug lords.

There was going to be a special place waiting on her in hell.

Don’t even go there,
she told herself. But when she stepped out of her bathroom an hour later her jaws dropped to the floor.

Seated in her living room was topless Joshua and a mischievous grin across Cara’s face told her that her friend had thought of the one thing she herself had spent an hour in the bathroom dreaming about.  Cara walked over to where she stood rooted to the spot and Joshua followed. He had a twinkle in his eyes that spoke of the unadulterated things he wanted to do to her, and as he stepped around Cara and lowered his lips to hers without saying a word, she knew that tonight was the night one of her fantasies would play out.

Josh pulled her against him and slowly walked backwards to the soft rug in front of the TV in her living room. He lowered her to it as Cara pulled the towel from her body and rolled her to her stomach. She felt like putty beneath the fingers that trailed up her spine and lifted her head to see Joshua stepping out of his pants.

“Cara,” she whispered and she felt the soft feminine touches of the woman who had been her best friend whisper along her body. Her body responded to the woman’s touches before they disappeared and the next thing she felt was Cara’s naked body easing over hers as the woman whispered in her ear.

“Shh babe, we won’t do anything you will not like.”

Simone wanted to move, actually she didn’t want to, she knew she probably should but found as Cara’s nails lightly scraped her back, over her ass and to the inside of her thigh, her juices began to flow in hungry anticipation of what was to come. Cara straddled her and she felt the woman’s signature light but wet kisses being placed on the back of her neck as a tongue traced the curve of her spine. She moaned into the carpet as her clitoris pulsed with the need to be pleasured. She had never before thought a woman could do this to her. She rolled onto her back and sat up meaning to push Cara away, but Josh’s silent lips cut off any protest she might have had.

Cara’s lips were instantly engulfing her nipples and she could do nothing but run her fingers into her hair and squeeze the woman’s head into her breast. The pleasure stifling any protest she had as Cara’s soft fingers began exploring her pussy gently rubbing up and down. Cara lifted her head and smiled lovingly at her friend. Simone knew in that moment that nothing between them would ever be the same, and she had a strange feeling she was going to love the change. She watched her move her fingers coated in her juices from her dripping pussy to her lips and then Cara leaned in to kiss her.

Simone moaned into her mouth and Cara eased her gently back onto the carpet and again laid over her, their pussies grinding against each other. All senses and sense of control left Simone in that instance and she couldn’t help but open her legs to the magical sensation the bumping and grind created. She felt lost in a new kind of bliss and thought she would die of it until she felt Josh spreading her legs and thrusting into her from behind Cara. The feel of his thick cock stretching her was orgasmic and she closed her eyes and begged them to fuck her.

They obliged.

Cara positioned herself flat on top of Simone and slowed her bumping and grinding to give Josh room to fuck Simone while their clits never stopped touching. Each thrust from Josh sent Simone’s pussy rubbing against Cara’s and try as she might she could not hold the moans in anymore. Cara’s breathing in her ear was coming in small huffs of pleasure to match her own, and as she opened her eyes and looked at Josh, she saw nothing but the carnal desire flooding his face.