Cowboy Got Me Shook (BWWM Romance) (11 page)

Snatching leather rope from hooks on the wall, he flung it beside her. She scooted out of the way.

He reached for a chain hanging on the ground, and he pulled, knowing exactly what would happen. He constructed the beam for this specific purpose, but never had a chance to use it. Now he couldn’t wait. When he pulled, it lowered a beam.

Angel had an idea of what was going to happen now. It was tall enough where she could be spread out.

He pulled her onto her feet. Then he carried her to the beam.

“These clothes come off,” he grunted as he tore. He ripped them off. She helped, stepping out of them. Angel knew there was no use in denying him. He would get what he wanted. He had gotten everything so far.

“I need to leave, Grant! You don’t understand—”

He snatched her by the chin, then he wrapped the leather around her wrist while she looked him in the eyes.

“No, I understand perfectly. Does having all this scare you?”

“Maybe. Maybe it does.”

“And you’re going to let that get in the way?”

It wasn’t long before he had both wrists bound. He threw the end of the leather around the beam, and he tightened it. Her arms straightened, and she leaned out. She would be at his mercy now, and he needed her that way, to feel the full force of his love.

“This is going to be the lesson to end all lessons. After this, you’ll be my submissive, and you’ll never deny me again, you hear me?”

“I’m not denying you,” she whined. “You don’t understand. I want to stay.”

“Then stay,” he said, dropping to his knees, pushing away her bare thighs, revealing that lovely pussy for him to taste.

He was persuasive, running his tongue across her glistening pussy lips, then diving in, stroking her insides, pushing against her tightness and opening her up. She rocked on the ropes, but moaning and trembling, trying to keep her legs spread so he could go deeper.

Grant shoved her open, pressing on, rushing inside, lapping her up. She howled, tightening in the ropes, almost coiling on herself. He kept going, loving the sounds of their love making, loving how he could bring her calls to a pitch. His tongue thrashed inside her, rubbing deep.

“Fuck, fuck,” she screamed, kicking, but he steadied her.

Grant knew exactly what to do. He understood her body better than herself. Putting two fingers inside her, he rubbed her gingerly, keeping pressure against her trigger as his tongue honed in on her clit.

Rubbing her needy bud, he made that flower blossom. Angel came hard and fast. Her body released in the ropes. Her muscles relaxed as she was consumed in bliss. Before she knew it, Grant, with his hard cock out, took her thighs and picked her up, positioning himself to take her while she was held in the air.

He drove inside her, splitting her open and breaking her, using her body like on a swing. Angel cried out for more. Her wish granted, she couldn’t speak, only moan, her moans breaking each time she was pummeled and filled by that thick, strong cock.

“I won’t leave. Grant, I’m yours.”

“You’re too sweet, too beautiful to let get away.”

Rushing inside her, tensing, his abs clenching and pumping, she didn’t think he would last long. Wanting that creamy finish so badly, she squeezed her thighs, pushing him closer to the edge.

“I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming in you.”

Deep inside Angel, he came, filling her even more. Stuffing her full, he continued pouring into her, draining himself until he had nothing left to give. It was awhile until he pulled out, they were trembling and clutching each other, not wanting to let go.

When he did, undoing the knots, she took him by the chin and kissed him.

“Grant, I’m yours. Don’t forget it. I know I won’t. I’m sorry, I got scared. I didn’t plan on leaving you, but I’ve never had anything like this before, and I thought I should go back home. I’m yours. Don’t mistake it.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Angel.”

He helped her back inside to her new home.

Her mother eventually came around. Three months into the pregnancy, and Angel and her were exchanging phone calls often, even planning a meet up date on the ranch. They needed to pick a date when the construction wasn’t going on, a hard date to nail down, since they were busting their asses to get all the plans done in time for the due date.

Grant would constantly be working on the construction as well. She had to pull him away, telling him, “This is why we hired people,” too many times to count. He wanted to do everything himself. When he wasn’t tending to the ranch, and Angel felt up to it, she helped out. She enjoyed the fresh air, the happy animals, and all the space.

Shanice and her were still in contact, along with some of her other friends, but at a distance. Shanice told her one night that Jamal had a new girl, something serious, and she expected Angel to blow up. This was in the beginning, before she knew of her new cowboy love. Angel felt nothing, except, maybe relief. She dodged a bullet with that one. The girl was nothing like her, and Angel found someone much better for her.

The construction ideas began not long after she decided to stay. “If I’m going to stay here, can it be under one condition? We’ve got to remodel this place,” she told Grant.

He was sitting at the table, drinking a cold beer after a hard day of work. He took a long sip at that one, finishing it off and crushing it. “I feel like agreeing to this is going to be something I regret, but that’s fair. You’ll be living here too. This’ll be as much your place as mine, I suppose.”

Angel clapped and jumped in the air, getting to work on her ideas in her notebook. Some of them were minor, rearranging things in the kitchen for example, while others, like the new baby’s room would take a lot of time and money.

She had learned from her mother that Grant was loaded. Not just loaded, but she said a billionaire, which couldn’t be true, until she straight up asked him. Her mother, at first, in her hysteria thought that Angel might be using him for his money, which was nothing of the case, she hadn’t even known about it, and her mother apologized soon after.

“Something like that. If you count all my assets, let’s just say I’ve got a lot of extra cash lying around.”

“And you’ve been hoarding it here all this time?”

“Never know when you might need it.”

“Like now? Like
right now.
We can use it for the new ideas I have.” Her mind spun. She needed Grant to hold onto. “Our kid will never have to be worried about money.”

Her child could be cared for like she never was. She would never have to worry, never have to come from a hard life like she did with one whack dad and a mother who tried her damnedest to keep it all afloat, juggling two or three jobs just to stay alive.

“They’ll never have to worry. You’ll never have to worry. I promise you that.”

“You know, Grant,” she said, putting her finger to her lip, studying the room, and her notebook, littered with ideas for decorating. “I think I might want to get into this as a job.”

“Say what?”

“Yeah, I’d like to, you know, plan things, do interior design. I’ve always been into it, but I never thought I’d be able to do it. Things have settled down enough where I’m ready to start thinking about what I want to do with the rest of my life.”

“You’re having a kid. You just moved in with a new man. That’s a lot of change at once.”

“I’ll be around when the baby is young, but then I want to start looking for a job, maybe an internship at first for this idea I have. And yes, things have settled. There’s been a lot of change in my life, but for the better. My life is finally stable. It’s a relief.”

He took her in his arms, pressing her close.

“That’s fine with me. As long as you don’t stray too far for too long.”

“Already missing me? That’s sweet. Never thought I’d hear it from you, hard ass cowboy.”

He laughed and kissed her.

“Reckon you’re going to hear it a lot. Might as well get used to it. I don’t mind. Everyone needs their thing, mine just happens to be this ranch, and this ranch isn’t the same without you around now.”

“I know, I’ve gotten quite attached to it as well.”

She looked out at the fields, glowing in the evening sun, about to fall on them and blanket them in darkness, which would mean being in bed next to Grant, her body warmed and caressed by his passionate touch.

“Sometimes I look out at it and I can’t believe that I’m here. It’s like I don’t deserve it.”

“Trust me, Angel, you’re here, and nobody is taking that away from you. You’re here to stay.”

Taking her by the hand, he brought her to the bed room, just in time for nightfall. Usually if someone told her she would be staying in one place for a long time, she would feel trapped. She would want to flee. As he spread her out on the bed, stripping her of her clothes, caressing her curves, Angel looked out the open window, smiling to herself that she had ever tried to leave.
I’m here to stay.

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Published by Aaliyah Andrews 2014

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