She never knew what heat was until
she met her cowboy—then fire consumed them.
It could have been the animalistic
heat of the rodeo, or the pin with special powers that the old woman had all
but forced her to buy. But whatever it was, within seconds of meeting rodeo
rider Ben Lovell, Grace Delany safe world crumbled in a voluptuous explosion of
lust. Every night was something new and Grace gave in to it all, relishing her
body’s. As Ben Lowell led her from one earth-shattering climax to another, as
her body softened and opened to him, her juices lubricating the way, all she
could do was hang on for dear life and follow his lead. But when it was over,
could she really walk away from the man who had taken her on an outrageous
journey of sexual self-discovery where there were no limits or boundaries?
The
big room seemed even noisier than usual, a raucous babble of voices and
laughter and shouts as people recognized and greeted each other. This was
opening night, so there were more people in here than usual. The long picnic
tables were jammed with riders and workers catching a quick snack before
getting back to business, and family and friends spending a few minutes with
them. No one was dressed yet for the evening’s events. The rodeo would open at
seven, just a couple of hours from now and there was a lot to do before then.
For everyone.
Ben
Lowell leaned against a wall cradling the Styrofoam coffee cup and let his gaze
travel over the gathering of people. Many of them he knew—fellow competitors,
rodeo workers, ranch hands bringing the stock specially raised for rodeo
competition or delivering horses newly trained for their events. Ben had ridden
those ‘special’ bulls for years and had the scars to prove it. His cutting
horse, a big Appaloosa named Hotshot, had come from one of the largest ranches
in Texas whose trailers were parked all over the lots here at the rodeo
grounds.
And
of course there were the usual buckle bunnies, the rodeo groupies who chased
after every competitor. They were easily recognized in their glitzy Western
wear, heavy makeup and blatant sexual smiles. Ben had been doing this for what
seemed like forever, racking up an impressive list of wins. Lately, however,
he’d been feeling much older than his thirty-two years. He’d shared more time
with the ever present “buckle bunnies” than he wanted to admit, so much
couldn’t even remember names any more. At some point they’d lost their appeal
for him, and didn’t that just shock the shit out of him. He was ready for a
change in his life, but he had no idea what that would be.
He
was sipping his coffee, not really focusing on anyone or anything, when she
came into the room and he almost dropped his cup. The first thing he wondered
was what she was doing here. She certainly didn’t look like a rodeo hound,
although the same couldn’t be said of the woman with her. No, this one had a
freshness about her, almost an invisible glow. Her clothes were obviously new,
probably purchased for her outing. Even the hat sitting atop her chin-length
warm brown hair had probably come from one of the vendors here.
He
knew the woman she was with. Everyone knew Melanie Keyes—most of them more
intimately than Ben. Oh, she’d put it out there in Fort Worth one night,
letting him know she was available, but she hadn’t even made his cock tingle.
Since then, whenever they’d run into each other, she’d given him a look that
would make ice feel warm
Now,
Melanie was waving at everyone as she made her way through the room, tugging
the newbie behind her. When they were close enough for him to get a better
look, Ben realized the woman was not as young as he’d first thought. Her face
was a curious mixture of innocence and maturity, as if she’d seen a lot of life
but hadn’t really lived it. Not a hard
look, though, he told himself. Not at all.
The
new clothes were little disguise for a lush figure with ripe curves. Curves a
man could hold onto.
This is a woman I could sink into and stay
forever.
Now
where the hell had that come from? He wasn’t scoping out the scene for another
casual fuck. Far from it. He’d made up his mind to hang up his bedroom spurs
for a while, figuring there was something wrong with him when none of the women
fawning over him turned him on.
But
this woman. Jesus! He was swamped by
a desire to strip her naked, suck her breasts, taste every inch of her skin
before licking her essence from what he was sure was a delicious pussy. Then
he’d plunge himself into her heat and fuck her until neither of them knew their
names. Or cared. What would she think if a stranger came up to her and said,
“Pardon me, ma’am but I’d dearly love to fuck your brains out”?
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