How to Break a Cowboy (2 page)

“I think
you
should stop thinking,” I say, lifting my
hips to grate my sensitive denim-clad clit against his huge denim-clad cock.

“You never change, do you?” he says backing up onto his
knees.

With a swiftness that belies his earlier unhurried
movements, he grabs my knees and pulls until I’m flush with him. Then he hoists
up my pelvis and leans forward, pressing his erection between my spread legs.
“Is this what you want, Tess?”

Fuck me, yes! He feels so damn good. But I don’t want
clothing between us. I want his flesh against mine…sliding against me, sliding
into
me. But I know him too well. Wade never does anything without careful
deliberation. He specializes in the slow, easy burn.

Now, Connor on the other hand, he’s the one who likes it
hard and fast.

But Connor’s not here. So I give in to Wade’s insistence on
restraint, throwing my head back, my arms over my head, spreading my legs even
wider, accepting what he’s willing to give.

He thrusts and grinds against me, teasing me and torturing
me. Then he shifts and his hand takes the place of his pelvis. Rubbing my damp
crotch with his wide palm, he whispers, “I’ve been thinking a lot about this
pussy of yours.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He corkscrews two fingers into the softest, dampest
bit of material between my legs. “I’ve been remembering how good you feel.”

“Is that so?” I’m panting now. Panting and grinding. But I
know it’s not going to do any good.

Wade spreads my knees wider and slips his hands beneath my
ass, hauling my pelvis up toward him. He drops his head until he’s mere inches
from the fly of my jeans. He looks at me, his pupils dilated, his lips parted
and sexy. “I’ve been thinking about how much I missed the taste of you.”

Damn! There’s that slow smile again.

I squeak in ecstasy as he lowers his mouth to my jeans. Even
though I’m already sweltering down there, I can feel the heat of his mouth
through the denim.

“Please, Wade.” I can barely breathe, I’m so fucking ready.
“Please.”

As quick as a flash, he rolls me over his knee and smacks my
ass. It stings—in a totally good way.

“Impatient little filly. Let me tell you how it’s going to
be.”

“How’s it going to be?”

“We’re waiting for Connor,” he says with authority. “And you
will not remove one shred of clothing until he arrives.” Now he’s caressing my
backside and I can’t stand it.

Looking over my shoulder, I say, “You know if Connor was
here, we’d have done it four or five times already.”

He smacks my ass again and I cry out in pleasure.

“That’s exactly why you need me. You and Connor both. To
teach you a little self-control.” He hauls me to my hands and knees and
continues to caress me, sliding his hand all the way up my back and down and
around my ass, gripping me from behind.

I waggle my butt, in hopes of enticing him. But it’s
useless. Wade is the epitome of control. The guy’s a machine. It’s probably why
I like him so much.

Damn him!

But little does he know his caressing is doing the trick. I
can feel my pussy starting to quiver, I’ve got an amazing orgasm waiting in the
wings and with just a little more stimulation…

“Hey!” I cry out because for some reason Wade’s stopped
touching me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He’s moved off the bed and is standing there, holding his
hand out for me to take.

“No way,” I say. “You need to finish what you started here.”

His expression is sexy and immoral and…fucking disciplined.
He shakes his head at me. “You were about to come,” he says as way of
explanation.

No kidding I was about to come. I roll onto my back, unsnap
my jeans and slide my hand inside. What’s he trying to do? Kill me with unspent
arousal?

My flesh is slick with desire. I close my eyes and slide two
fingers inside, trying to recapture the sensation of twenty seconds ago when
Wade was rubbing me hard from behind.

But he’s having none of it. He tugs my hand out of my jeans.
“Un-uh,” he says, holding my wrist tight. “Not yet.” Then he slowly, leisurely
licks my essence from my fingertips. “Mmm, better than I remember.”

The man is pure evil.

How I want him.

Once he’s had his fill, he curls my fingers around his and
pulls me up off the bed. “Fasten your jeans,” he instructs. “I want to show you
the new addition.”

He waits for me by the door as I fumble with the button on
my jeans. If I thought a week of self-denial before seeing Wade and Connor was
hard, an hour spent alone with Wade is about a million times harder.

I’m scowling, or pouting, I’m not sure exactly how my
expression is coming off. But he only smiles in response.

“C’mon, Tess. There’ll be plenty of time for orgasms later.”

I pop him on the shoulder as I walk past. He laughs and
ushers me through the house and outside. There’s a new building west of the Big
House. Steam is rising through the crisp, April air. I turn a questioning look
in Wade’s direction.

“Hot pool,” he says and grins. “Indoor/outdoor.”

I squeal in delight and run down the slope to check it out.
The building is cedar-sided. Combined with the scent of hot water, the cedar
smells divine. He shows me inside. There are men’s and women’s change rooms off
to the side and a glass door that opens to the hot pool. Like the Big House,
the western wall is all glass and in the middle is an opening with strips of
some heavy, clear plastic dividing the indoor from the outdoor pools.

“Oh, it’s perfect! This is exactly what the place was
missing.”

Wade scratches his jaw and looks around the pool room; the
groove between his eyebrows is deeper than ever. “Maybe, but it cost a small
fortune.”

Ahh, so that’s what’s bothering him. Ranches are tough
businesses, always at the mercy of the markets and the market in commodities
like beef have been taking a hit for years. Of course any additional expenses will
put a huge strain on the operating budget.

“You sure you don’t want me to look at your books?” I say.

But the man is as stubborn as he is disciplined. “Nah,” he
says and takes my hand.

“We’re having a little pool party later tonight, right?” I
bite my lower lip.

“Of course.”

Following him back outside, I see the welcome sight of a
four-by-four driving up to the barn.

My heart leaps. Connor!

I wrap my arm around Wade’s waist and pull him in the
direction of the barn.

Where Wade is tall, blond and stoic, Connor is stocky,
dark-haired and fun-loving. They’re the perfect complement to one another. And
together, in one bedroom? Good lord, they’re the perfect complement of lovers.

I can hardly contain my eagerness as the driver’s side door
opens and Connor gets out. He hasn’t seen us yet and he’s smiling and talking
to whoever is in the passenger side.

Then the passenger door opens and some hunk-a-hunk of
burning cowboy steps out.

He’s tall and fit. He’s got black hair, high cheekbones and
a movie star face.  Even from the distance I can see the fine way his ass fills
out his blue jeans. “Who the hell is that?”

“That’s Dallas.”

I frown up at Wade. From the way he’s gone rigid beside me,
I figure the new hot pool isn’t the only problem on the ranch.

Chapter Two

I
want to ask him about Dallas. Needle him into telling me what’s really going
on. But I don’t get a chance because Connor suddenly notices us.

“Now, there’s a sight for sore eyes,” he calls out.

While I was the one to rush to Wade’s side, Connor’s the one
who jogs over to me. He picks me up and swings me around before setting me down
and kissing me squarely on the lips, gently teasing my lower lip with his
tongue. When he’s done, he’s grinning like a fool and I’m sure I’m grinning
back in exactly the same way.

“When Wade told me you were coming, well, I couldn’t believe
it. It’s been a long time. Over a year?”

“Sixteen months,” I say, taking in my fill of him; his
chocolate brown eyes, his playful smile, his broad shoulders and muscled
forearms.

Over Connor’s shoulder, I catch sight of Dallas watching us
with an unreadable expression on his face.

I jerk my head toward the man and say, “You going to
introduce me to your friend?”

But in true Connor style, he dismisses Dallas and says,
“Nah, he’s just another ranch hand, you don’t want to meet him.”

I playfully smack his chest. “Don’t be rude.”

He grins and half turns to the other man. “Dallas, c’mere. I
want you to meet someone.”

Wade steps closer to me, almost like a bodyguard, as Dallas
saunters over. His eyes flick between us, probably trying to suss out the
dynamics…just like I’m doing with him.

“Hi.” His voice is quiet and deep.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m Tessa.” I hold out my hand.

“I know who you are.” He wipes his hand down the front of
his jeans before shaking mine. Up close, I can see he’s younger than I
originally thought; mid to late twenties.

“I’m Dallas.” His gaze moves to Wade and back to me.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Same.”

Okay, so Dallas is a man of few words. I do my best to draw
him out. “Have you been working at the ranch long?”

“About six months.” He still hasn’t smiled. Jerking his head
in the direction of the truck, he says, “I’m going to finish unloading the
feed.” He nods at me. “Nice to meet you.” Then he walks away.

No, ‘walks’ doesn’t quite describe the man’s rolling gait
and I doubt I’m the only one watching his firm backside as he departs.

Connor breaks the silence first. “Ah, Tess,” he says. “It’s
so great to see you.” Gently holding my face, he turns my head this way and
that. “Beautiful, as usual. And, I like your hair.”

“What is it about you men and my hair?” I ask, tugging at my
longer than usual locks.

He quirks a single brow and smiles and I’m wondering if he’s
remembering the same scenario that I’d recalled earlier, with Wade and me
kneeling on the bed. Of course, he would have been watching from a completely
different angle. The thought of him watching us makes me blush.

Does he notice the pink stain on my cheeks? Maybe, because
suddenly he turns to Wade and asks, “Have you two already been messing around
without me?”

“Are you kidding?” I blow an exasperated shot of air out
through my pursed lips. “We’re talking about Wade here. He’s immune to my
charms.”

“That’s a lie,” Wade says, stepping closer and towering over
both of us. It’s weird, but in Connor’s presence, Wade seems even more imposing.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You prefer men to women. I get it.”

Wade grasps my chin in his big hand. “I’m not immune to
you.” He takes my hand and places it on the bulge at the front of his jeans. “Or
hadn’t you noticed?”

“Mmm,” I sigh, the anticipation of our weekend taking me by
force.

“You know I want you. I just have control.”

“Control?” Connor says, pulling me away from Wade and
holding me beneath the protection of his arm. “Yep. That describes Wade
alright. Always got to be the one
in
control.”

“He’s so bossy,” I say teasingly but a shadow has appeared
in Wade’s eyes. I glance quickly at Connor. He’s wearing his usual cocky,
self-assured expression, but his lips seem thinner, like he’s pressing them
together.

I need to lighten the mood. “So,” I say to Connor. “How do
we break him of his bad habit?”

“Oh, I know how to break him,” Connor says in a low voice.

There is an undercurrent of tension here and I glance from
one man to the other as some unspoken communication passes between them.

In a flash, Connor’s eyes clear and he grins down at me.
“But for the moment, I’m more interested in breaking you.”

I don’t even have a chance to respond before Connor grabs me
about the waist and hoists me up and over his shoulder. “And I plan to start
right about now.”

I squeal as he marches me off—fireman style—in the direction
of the bunkhouse.

The bunkhouse is such a misnomer. It’s really a huge lodge
with a bunch of nicely appointed studio apartments. Ever since I’ve known the
men, they’ve kept separate rooms. I asked Wade about it once and he said, “I’m
a cowboy, Tess. Maybe Canada’s laws allow same-sex couples to get married, but
there’re plenty who don’t agree with that sort of thing. Particularly out here
in the country.”

Wade assured me their living arrangements worked for them.
Although the men are committed to one another, they have an open relationship
and I guess having their own space allows them the freedom they desire. Though I
sometimes wonder if that’s really what the men want.

Hell! Who am
I
to question what works for people and
what doesn’t? I mean, look at me? I know my lifestyle wouldn’t work for many
people.

The thought of their living arrangements passes in and out
of my mind because—hell—there’s something that’s working for me right now;
being carried over the shoulder of a powerfully-built man, that’s what’s
working for me.

I pound light-heartedly on Connor’s back, laughing the whole
time. “Put me down, you big oaf!”

“I’ll put you down,” he says in that playful, sexy way of
his. “On my bed. Then I’ll strip these clothes off you and fuck you silly.
How’s that sound?”

Damn, his suggestion sounds good but I’m too breathless to
reply.

True to his word, he carries me all the way to the
bunkhouse, kicks open the door to his bachelor pad and lowers me onto the bed.
He’s got a wonderful down comforter that smells freshly laundered and I
immediately curl into it, watching him toss his hat to the side and then
unbutton his shirt.

Wade follows us in, shutting and locking the door behind us.