Bowles, Jan - Bound by the Montana Mountain Man [Cowboy Bad Boys 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

The sight of his thick dick glistening with her feminine juices and disappearing repeatedly into her wanton body brought him to the very peak of orgasm. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, but he’d try, if only to watch Cassie erupt into orgasm once again.

Bracing her hands on his thighs behind her, she arched back. “Oh, Brad.” Her climax tightened around him, and he heard her cry out. Her body convulsing and milking his cock until he, too, finally gave in to instinct and spilled his warm cum deep inside her.

* * * *

“Mmm, this is lovely,” she said, snuggling closer into his embrace. Her whole body felt relaxed and spent.

Brad kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “You seemed totally absorbed in our love making.”

Her fingers traced down his chest, smoothing into the hair. It felt soft to the touch and still glistened with beads of sweat from his exertions. “I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

Brad let out a long, slow breath. He touched her cheek and angled her face to his. Looking into her eyes, he murmured, “Baby, you were everything a woman should be, and everything a man could ever want. You’re like a fantasy made real.”

Cassie giggled. “Fantasy, huh? I like that. What other fantasies do you have, Brad? I must say I really enjoyed the ice-cube. I was so glad for your warm cock afterward.”

“That was the idea. I have plenty of fantasies, Cassie. I’m sure you know that already.” Staring at her mouth, he kissed her and then traced his thumb over her lips. When he raised his gaze to hers, she saw a burning promise in his eyes. In time, she was sure he’d reveal them all. Then he asked, “Tell me your favorite fantasy, Cassie? I’d love to know.”

“Oh, I don’t have any.” She lied.

“Uh-uh, don’t give me that. All women have fantasies.”

Her fingers drifted over his chest again. “You know me too well, Brad. Of course I have fantasies. It’s just embarrassing to share them, that’s all.”

He stroked his hand into her hair, pulling a stray strand from the corner of her mouth. “I’m waiting.”

She bit her fingernail. “Oh, this is so embarrassing, Brad.”

“Go on.”

“Well, it always starts in the middle of the night. I’m alone in the house, and I become aware that there’s somebody outside. When I investigate, an intruder suddenly confronts me. He’s good looking and says he’s come to rob me, only he needs to tie me up while he ransacks the place, so I can’t call the cops. Only, well, you know.” She stopped talking, afraid to continue for fear of ridicule.

“No, I don’t know. Go on,” he urged. “You’ve got me interested now.”

She shook her head. “It sounds ludicrous. Why would anyone fantasize over a stranger?”

“It’s quite common, Cassie. It’s all about giving control to someone else and letting them be responsible for your sexual desires. It frees you from the guilt of just pure sex.” He smiled. “So go on.”

“I can’t believe I’ve told you that much. I have no intention of telling you anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” She playfully swiped at his hand. “Talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“What you do in the mountains? Why you choose to take the difficult routes across them?”

“I usually take a group of three or four hardened riders. We head out for a couple of days, getting right off the beaten track. That’s what most people come for. They want to feel as though they’re exploring it for the first time. I guess I play into that dream.”

“It does sound exciting, Brad. Do you sleep out under the stars?”

“Whenever possible. It can get cold at night, whatever the time of year, so there are tents, but I usually just hunker down into my sleeping bag and stare at the heavens above.”

The more she heard, the more she realized Brad was a deep thinker. “Tell me about the stars, Brad? Do they shine brighter the higher you go?”

“They sure do, and the shooting stars are more prolific, too. When the skies are clear, you can get a terrific light show. I can name you every constellation. Cassiopeia, Ursa Major and Minor—”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture. You love being close to nature.”

The way he spoke, she knew he had a real passion for the mountains. The local name for him, The Mountain Man
,
seemed very appropriate. Truth be told, she would love to go with him and see the sights for herself, but he didn’t mention it, not even in passing, and she would never ask. Perhaps he wanted to keep that part of himself separate from her.

Well, she couldn’t blame him for that. There were parts of her own life that she never wanted to share with anyone.

Chapter Eight

Christmas came and went, and although a low-key event, she’d enjoyed it all the same. It had been just the two of them, pleased to be in each other’s company.

Brad had asked her if she wanted to go with him to meet his parents, but she’d declined, preferring her own company. Besides, his parents would only get the wrong idea about her. She and Brad were just good friends, although she knew she was becoming more attached to him than she cared to admit.

On Christmas Eve, he called for her with a team of four horses pulling a sleigh. It was so romantic, snuggling beneath a red and black checkered blanket as he took her for a sleigh ride along the valley. When they arrived back at his ranch, soft, golden light spilled onto the snow that had drifted around the walls of his home. Inside, a huge roaring log fire greeted her, along with a Christmas tree decorated with tinsel and baubles. She guessed Brad wanted it to be a Christmas to remember.

It was.

In the morning they exchanged gifts. She’d bought him a Breitling navigator’s watch, and he’d bought her a new lacy set of expensive underwear to make up for the ones he’d ruined when he’d saved her life. The idea that Brad had gone into a sexy lingerie shop and picked them out especially for her, gave her a warm glow inside. Of course he’d insisted on her modeling them for him as soon as they were unwrapped. After parading around the room a couple of times in the red lace panties and bra, he’d wanted them off pretty quickly. He’d made love to her then, in front of the roaring log fire. It had been the best Christmas she’d ever had.

When the snows began to melt, her impatience grew for the warm mild air and the long summer nights. Coming to Montana had been the best thing she’d ever done.

Monday and Friday nights belonged to her and Brad. She would often catch herself running to the window when it was his turn to visit. The smile he gave her, always full of promise. Realization began to slowly dawn on her. She’d fallen for him in a big way.

As the days grew warmer, he’d ride over to her place on Rufus, looking every inch the Mountain Man in his tight jeans and black cowboy hat. They’d often laugh that Rufus looked none too pleased, sharing the night with her chickens in the barn.

With Brad often out trekking in the mountains, sometimes they wouldn’t see each other for almost a week.

Early one June, while she was busy washing her Jeep, the sound of her cell phone brought her indoors.

“Hi, sugar.”

Her heart leapt into her mouth, and she placed her hand on her chest in order to still it. “What do you want, Aaron?”

“I just thought I’d call to see how you are.”

“Why?”

This was so unlike him. It had been almost a year since their divorce. Instinctively she knew why he’d called. “Candy’s left you, hasn’t she?”

“Took me a while to realize I’d made a mistake, honey bun. I think losing our baby unsettled our relationship. Don’t you?”

“Don’t give me that, Aaron. You walked out when I needed you most. How dare you make that excuse.”

Her hand shook, and she wiped the tears from her eyes. Why had he called her now? Just when she’d finally managed to leave all the hurt behind.

“Look, give me your address and I can come over and talk to you properly. I realize I’ve behaved badly, but we really had something special together.”

“No, we didn’t, Aaron. You never really loved me. That’s why you left me for Candy. I don’t want to see you ever again. Besides, I’ve met someone else.”

His silence said it all. So he hadn’t expected her to find anyone so soon. Then he asked,
“Does he love you?”

Hesitating only momentarily, she said, “Of course.” Brad had never uttered the word
love
at any time, but she wouldn’t give her ex the satisfaction of knowing that.”

“Honey bun, you’re talking to me. Don’t lie.”

Her hand shook as she said coolly, “Aaron, you made your decision, now live with it. You’re history, buddy. Don’t contact me again.” Then she disconnected the call and turned her cell phone off, making a mental note to change her number. Why hadn’t she done that before? Had she secretly wanted him to call her?

Tears began to pour down her face. Now her love for Aaron had turned to hate. The fact that he’d used her miscarriage as an excuse for the breakup of their marriage only underlined the fact. How dare he?

Her mind drifted to Brad. He was more of a man than Aaron could ever be. Only he didn’t love her. No matter how long their relationship lasted, he would never settle down. Aaron had immediately sensed that from the tone of her voice.

Staying with Brad would only lead to more heartache. He’d also made it clear that to broach the subject would only lead to the end of their relationship.

Feeling that she was between a rock and a hard place, there was only one decision she could make.

* * * *

When Cassie didn’t arrive at her usual time, Brad went outside and looked up the valley. He was unsure if she’d already left, so he decided to call her number.

No answer.

Wondering if it was a repeat of the time she had the accident, he waited another five minutes and then decided to drive over there. Better to be safe than sorry.

When he arrived, he noticed that her Jeep was parked in the drive. He knocked on the door. Still no answer. Worried that she may be in trouble, he called out, “Cassie, open the door.”

After a few moments, he heard her approach, and she let him in.

Her face looked all puffy from crying, and she averted her gaze from his. “What’s wrong, Cassie? I was worried about you.”

She shook her head and immediately burst into tears.

He held her in his arms then, and she sobbed against his T-shirt, making it wet. Whatever had upset her was clearly playing on her mind.

“What happened? Tell me.” He sat her in the living room and joined her on the sofa, holding her close.

“My ex called.”

Brad immediately felt himself stiffen. The guy was a prize asshole, and whatever he’d had to say had obviously upset her, but what he hated the most was another man had shown interest in Cassie. He didn’t like it one little bit. In fact, it made him jealous as hell. If the dick head were here, he’d deck him without a second thought.

“Go on,” he urged. “He said something, he must have done, or you wouldn’t be so upset.”

Fighting for composure, she breathed in. “A while back, I was having a baby. I miscarried, and Aaron now blames the emotional trauma on the breakup of our marriage. He said he’d made a mistake. He said he wants me back.”

The blood pounded in his ears as rage began to overwhelm him. This was the worst thing possible. He didn’t want Cassie to go back to Minneapolis.
Why, Brad, why? Use your brain, cowboy, instead of your dick.