CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Winning ain’t everything but losing ain’t fun either. Ride to win!
Plush Ranch
Brea moved to step down from the bed.
“No.” Cole stepped close again and raised his hand up. “Stay right there.”
Halting, she was confused now. “What? Why?”
For the first time since he showed up, Cole smiled. “Cause…that’s where you belong.”
Brea tilted her head at him.
“Up on a pedestal.” He stepped up to the bed and his eyes sparkled at her. “I’m sorry I ran.” He moved closer to the bed as he spoke.
At his apology, she gasped and held her breath.
“I’m dumb like that, you know?” Well—what I’m trying to say is…” He sighed. “I guess my daddy was right. He always said that if you’re too busy riding a high horse, then it’ll be hard to get down gracefully.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head.
“I’m the one who ruined it. I had you right there and what did I do?”
Brea kept shaking her head, because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I gave in to the old stuff that was there.” He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his face to her stomach. “Instead of what I shoulda’ done.”
Brea was shaking uncontrollably “And what should you have done, Cole?” Her voice cracked with her tears.
“This.” He brought her down to the floor and kissed her hard.
Astonished to no end, Brea reeled with it. Her body was immediately ablaze from the heat of his mouth. Oh, God! Oh, yes! Her mind screamed as she kissed him back.
His hands roamed along her ruffled dress and blazed a hot trail right through the material. He then broke the kiss and gazed at her face. “But…”
Breathing heavily, Brea thought the room almost spun around her.
Sitting her down on the bed, he looked around the room. “I want my Plush girl.”
Her eyes fluttered at his strange sentence as she watched him grab things from the bedside table.
Cole knelt down in front of her and opened up a container, he then swiped a tissue through it. “I don’t like all this colored slop you’re covering up with.”
Brea was truly baffled as he drew his hand up, swiping her cheeks, nose and chin with the tissue.
“Close them wonderful peepers, Brea.”
She did—she would do anything this cowboy wanted.
With a gentle motion, he swiped more cream across her eyes.
She waited while he took a few seconds, then felt more tissue and cream on her face.
“There.” He chuckled while grabbing her face with both hands.
Her eyes popped open to see him looking at her lips. “Looks like I already took care of getting rid of the lipstick with my mouth.”
“But I thought—?”
He pressed his fingers to her mouth. “I want you like you were, like you are.”
Brea gulped and her eyes got teary again.
He stood her up and she was like a ragdoll in his hands as he flipped her around. Next, he moved up close to where his hard chest met with her back and he tugged the sundress from her shoulders.
Her bountiful breasts bounced out with the tugging. “Oh!” She gasped at the sensation.
Cole grabbed both boobs in his strong hands. “I missed these,” he growled and fingered her nipples. “I missed the way you feel in my arms, all that velvet, so soft under my touch.”
Brea thought she might actually collapse as he tugged and played with her nipples till they hardened like pebbles. Her body jumped and shimmed like she might just slide right out of her skin.
With a determined purpose, he tugged the dress all the way down over her curves and set her back on the bed, completely pulling the material away.
Brea was struck completely speechless. She’d thought he was gonna walk away, and instead she was going to get what she dreamed and fantasized about day and night. What could she say anyway? She thought she would have to go after him again, and instead? He’d actually come to her. All she knew right now was that she wanted this wonderful cowboy in a bad way.
Still wearing an intense expression on his face, Cole knelt down once again and took ahold of her red boot. “I kinda like these though.” He studied them with a growing grin and glanced up at her. “Just you…wearing these and nothing else.”
Her body shuddered at the fire in his eyes.
He was grinning hugely now as if he knew some private joke. “I always wondered what that old saying really meant.” He lay her back and began kissing her inner thigh, just on the inside where her skin was so sensitive.
She shivered with delight as his kisses became heavier. He moved his head up while spreading her thighs.
Gasping, she thought she might hyperventilate.
He lifted her panties and pulled the material to the side, then opened her folds and swiped his tongue across her clit.
Shaking like a leaf, Brea was gasping for air as he nibbled at her button and lapped her up like an ice cream cone.
Grasping the lacey material of her panties, he easily tore them clean away.
”Uh…” she cried out with the tearing and thought she might come at any moment. It was too soon for her to do that and she needed to distract herself, so she decided to ask. “What? What—saying?”
Cole didn’t answer right away as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans.
Brea suddenly found her courage through pure unadulterated need. She wanted to do some ripping too. She bravely stood up, reached out and ripped his shirt open, his buttons flying to the carpet. Releasing a sigh, she pressed her bare breasts against his hard chest. She just stood there for a long and wonderful moment while her skin was burning everywhere it met with his.
Cole held her and put his mouth to her ear. “I think I might love you, Brea.”
At the words, her heart thudded in her chest. This magnificent cowboy loves her? The news was astonishing to her and she could hardly breathe from the shock of it.
Before she could form the words of a reply, he gently set her back a little and lowered his jeans, tugging them off over each of his boots.
Brea took a small step back and watched the sexiest jean and boots dance she’d ever witnessed. This hot cowboy would give any of those studs on the stage a run for their money. She could imagine him up there, walking around in just his boots. The rowdy women would come right in their chairs!
Cole kicked the jeans aside and lowered her to the bed.
But no way. He’s my stud cowboy and I’m gonna keep him close from now on. Brea giggled while gazing up at the man candy sight above her. Pure adrenaline coursed through her veins like a stampede.
He gazed into her eyes as he spread her thighs wide. “We are gonna test a theory of mine. We’re gonna be knocking boots, Miss Plush. Knockin’ boots.” He moved his hips closer to her.
With another giddy giggle, Brea shoved herself eagerly forward to meet with what she already knew to be the sexiest piece of beef in all of Texas. “Oh, yes, knock me, knock me hard!” she cheered as she promptly raised her hips to meet his thrust and was filled to the glorious hilt.
Cole stilled and just rested his cock inside her for a full minute. “You fit me like a glove, sweet Brea…” He seemed to be shivering now too. “…a hot velvet glove.”
The feeling of being completely stuffed with such a hot throbbing cowboy was almost too much to take. It was even better than she remembered from the cottage. With all that had gone on, she hadn’t been prepared for this kind of ecstasy. “Ahh…” she moaned loudly as her body shuddered with an immediate orgasm. “Unh, unh…” she gasped out while her muscles tightened and her hips rose from the bed a little.
Cole grabbed her lush butt cheeks and squeezed her real good, enhancing her unexpected orgasm.
The sensations of all that was Cole had overwhelmed her and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She couldn’t believe she came instantly like that while her body almost convulsed from the overwhelming pleasure she felt. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would…”
Cole smiled to her lips. “That’s okay, there’s gonna be more. Cause the way I figure it? You still owe me a bubble bath.”
She felt his hips moving against hers and she reveled in the feel of his smooth skin along her body as he alternately gave her slow plunges and powerful thrusts. Raising her red boots up, Brea eagerly hugged her thighs around his waist to get the ride of her life.