COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1) (62 page)

Evelyn almost spilled her drink at the sight of this man. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him, but all she remembered was she hated the sight of him. Not sure what came over her, the sight of him was somehow pleasant. On that very moment, she felt naked.

“There’s my baby sister. I miss you so much.”

The siblings greeted with pecks on the cheek and tight hugs. When Brendan turned to her, she couldn’t breathe properly.

“Hello, Ms. Silver, it’s been a long while since I’ve seen you.”

His voice was dangerously low and seducing, and his stare was intense. She noticed he took a quick glance from her head to toe before he pulled her into his lean body. She felt her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. If they stayed in the same position longer, she’d feel their hearts beat on the same rhythm. When they pulled away, Brendan took a daring step and pressed his lips on hers.

No doubt for the next move, he received a good slap across his face.

“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Jones.”

Faye laughed. Brendan smiled. He was still as disgusting as Evelyn could remember him to be.

The siblings chatted away. Faye talked about her daily lives and work, while Brendan told her about his adventures, things that he did, and people that he met. Unnoticeably to herself, Evelyn was studying him in a close distance. Undoubtedly, he shared the same hair color as Faye, same blue eyes, except his skin was tanned. She could read his muscles through his tight, light gray t-shirt, and she liked how his jeans hug that ass with a perfect shape.

Evelyn was unaware of her sexual fantasy came back to haunt her mind again. When she realized it was too late. She could feel moisture between her thighs. She didn’t dare to move or risk leakage. She told herself to breathe slowly and stay calm. She ordered another glass of iced tea hoping to cool down the heat that rose over her face.

“Babe, are you okay?” Faye asked.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she responded a little too hastily.

Brendan, however, turned his body facing her. With a sly smile he gazed into her eyes. Then, suddenly, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Are you thinking about us grinding our bodies together?”

Evelyn’s body screamed ‘Yes!’ but her mind screamed ‘No!’

Faye left their table to answer another phone call. Evelyn suddenly felt helpless. Brendan took this opportunity to pull his seat closer to her and drape his arm around her shoulders. She was resisting the urge to hit him hard in the face. If it wasn’t for Faye, she would make sure he’s sent to the hospital on the next minute.

She could smell his cologne mixed with his body odor. It was her first time being this close to a man and taking in his scent. She pressed her thighs harder against each other and controlled her breathing. He leaned in closer until she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

“I like your new haircut,” he whispered in her ear. She had goosebumps. “It suits you better. Especially when it shows off your beautiful, smooth neck.”

She inhaled sharply when he trailed soft kisses behind her ear down her neck.

“Your pulse is racing. You’re excited,” he whispered again. “I bet you are wet between your thighs.” Then, he chuckled. “You have no idea how much I still crave for you even though my sister said you are a pure lesbian. A woman who had never been with a man before. A vagina that never tasted a real cock before. You’re considered a virgin to me. A virgin that craves for a real, hard penis.”

Evelyn could not take it anymore. She was a second away to orgasm.

“Don’t pretend I never noticed that you’re naked under this t-shirt. I could feel your perky nipples against my chest.

“You know what? I’m going to savor every inch of your skin. I’m going to lick away your sweat, tears, and your precious sex juice. I’m going to make out with you between your thighs and make you beg for mercy. I’m going to push your face down to my southern region and push my hard dick into your mouth before I slam it into your pussy. We will fuck each other in every possible position we can manage. And I’m going to make a real woman out of you.”

Evelyn gasped and pushed Brendan away. She ran into the restroom. The second she pulled down her shorts and panties, her juice flooded the floor. It was a love-hate moment for the sexual image injected in her mind. Part of her felt complete disgust; the other part embraced it wholeheartedly. She didn’t want to betray Faye but she simply couldn’t help herself.

The thought of Brendan’s body grind against her drove her to madness. Such lustful desire was wrong, yet it felt right. She let her imagination run wild, pictured his hard dick thrust in her with passionate force. She thought back to her wet dream a couple of months ago and how her sexual fantasy with a man was strong enough to almost surrender into the temptation of Faye’s idea.

She fingered herself hard and the floor was wet with her droplets of fluid. When she reached the peak, she sat on the toilet and cried. She was confused whether she might jeopardize her relationship with Faye.

What five minute did to Evelyn in the restroom felt like forever. Faye was already at their table when she came out of the restroom. She avoided Brendan’s gaze.

“Are you okay, babe?” Faye asked in deep concern. Evelyn only managed to smile and nod. “So, I told Brendan that we’re going to spend a few days at the lake house.”

Horror showed in Evelyn’s eyes, and pure lust sparked in Brendan’s eyes. He smirked and winked at her.

“Apparently, he has the only set of keys. So, he’s going to duplicate another set for us before he’s on the road again.”

“On the road again?” she asked timidly.

“Yeah, babe, he’s going to spend a night at our place before he hit the road first thing in the morning,” Faye answered truthfully… or so Evelyn thought. “Is that okay with you?”

Faye gave her one of those pleading eyes again. Evelyn sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, sure, just for the night.”

Exactly, just for the night. No harm done for just one night. She thought.

***

A strange dream woke her up. Faye was still within her embrace and sleeping soundly. She got up from bed and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. She saw a figure in her living room, sleeping on the couch, and then she remembered it was Brendan. Chills ran across her spine when his words sounding in her head again. She walked back into her room to put on a large t-shirt to cover her body.

The clock in the kitchen showed 2.13 a.m. When she lay down on the bed again, the digital clock read 2:20 a.m. For unknown reason, she had an uneasy feeling. For a heavy sleeper, this was unsettling. She pulled her girlfriend to her and wrapped her tight. By listening to Faye’s breathing, eventually she fell asleep. When she woke up again, Faye was no longer next to her.

It was still dark and the digital clock was blinking 12:00. The curtains were drawn causing the room to immerse into complete darkness. When she tried to get up from bed, she realized she was completely exposed, and her wrists were tied to the bedpost. She called for Faye. No one answered. She called out again and it seemed the apartment was empty.

She thought this scene was familiar. It felt like the same dream she had before. Then, she remembered in that dream there was a man walking through the door. To her fear, her bedroom door was open and welcoming. Seconds later, a stranger emerged.

Her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dark and she could only make out faint silhouette of a tall man. When he walked closer, she noticed his head was covered with a leather mask with a zipper opened at the mouth section. She had the similar mask which she bought especially for Faye.

She cursed at the drawn curtains from preventing the streetlights casting in for her to take a good look at this strange man. She was debating if it was possible for the same dream with the exact scene return to haunt her again. But, something new came up that she did not expect: her mouth was greeted by a ball gag. The taste of rubber made her stomach churn. It would take her a great effort to get off the bed without hurting her wrists, but her effort didn’t pay off when the man in mask pressed her body into the bed.

Evelyn screamed through the ball and she already felt sore around her jaw. Then, she realized how Faye must have felt when she was being rough on her. She tried to kick but her ankles were locked in the man’s strong grips. As if the same story being played again, her legs were widely spread, and she felt a large, wet tongue slithered across her feminine part.

She screamed until her throat hurt and struggled until her wrists sore. Her face reddened from crying for mercy. Her heart was pumping fast when her thighs were pressed against her chest. The stranger moved his hip in a thrusting motion. It couldn’t be a dream if she could feel the hard flesh rubbing against her. Not even a lucid dream could be solid real if she could feel the warmth of the hardened meat.

She couldn’t struggle anymore and look down to witness what she could make out from the dark as a real penis sliding smoothly into her vagina. In her mind, she was screaming to wake herself up. The feeling was different than she had expected. The man went slowly and then slowly picked up his speed.

When the thrusting motion sped up, her body responded. Evelyn couldn’t comprehend if it was excitement or simply her body giving in without her consent. Then, she felt her bottom was lifted a few inches away from bed. A pair of large hands grabbed tight on her thighs. Before she could figure out what was happening, the thrusting motion went wild. She groaned louder. Her most sensitive spot – G-spot – was stimulated. She tried to hold it in, mentally told herself to take control. This is how Faye feels all the time whenever I told her to hold it, she thought guiltily. It’s torturing… but… but it feels good. I can’t hold it any longer. And she released her fluid. Seconds past, she heard the man’s low growl and felt warm liquid flowed into her body. 

This was Evelyn’s first time squirting. All the time, she was the only one who would make her sexual partners reach their ejaculated climax. Her ego as a dominatrix refused to surrender her masculine role in any sexual relationship. She always wanted to give commands and take control. Nevertheless, she would never find out if this was her old wet dream revisiting her or if it was real.

Her body gave in to tiredness, though she could still smell their sweat lingered in the air. Her eyes were closing when her wrists were freed and the ball gag was removed. Before she drifted into complete unconsciousness, she heard an extremely, almost inaudible, manly whisper, “Sleep tight, Ms. Silver.”

It was a whisper she could never forget.

***

“Babe… Evelyn, wake up.”

The room was bright. The curtains were drawn to the sides like they were never moved before. Evelyn felt her head was about to explode. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Faye’s smiling face.

“Hey,” she mumbled, although it was meant to be ‘good morning.’ “My head hurts.”

Faye disappeared and came back with aspirin and a glass of water. “You don’t seem to sleep well.”

Evelyn took the aspirin. “I’m not sure,” she said and emptied the glass of water in one go. “I think I had the same dream again.”

Speaking of that, she looked down and noticed her large t-shirt was still on. Could it really be a dream? She reached down to slide two fingers into her vagina and winced. She felt sore. Then, she examined her wrists for bondage marks but they were only faint ones. Her ankles certainly felt sore and so was her jaw.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday.”

Evelyn pulled Faye into her embrace and apologized if she ever hurt her or being too rough during their sexual intercourse.

“I had the same dream again,” she cried. Faye’s eyes softened at the sight of Evelyn’s tears. “But this time I was being gagged and I reached pure climax. It was intense and yet surreal. But I’m confused. Look,” she extended her wrists to Faye and showed her the marks, “these marks were real and I feel sore below.”

“It was just a dream,” her girlfriend soothed.

“It couldn’t be.”

“If that’s so, do you know the man? Do you recognize his face?”

“No,” she said, feeling thorough dismay. “He was wearing a leather zipper mask. Just like the one I bought for you. I couldn’t catch his scent, except he smelled fresh from shower.”

Faye planted a soft kiss on her lips and said, “Does it matter? It was simply a dream, after all. Probably you’ve drifted into a lucid dream. Besides, it was a nice wet dream for you. Don’t you think?”

Evelyn felt somewhat frustrated. “Aren’t you worried at all? What if it was real? What if I was raped?”

“You couldn’t be,” Faye sighed and kissed on her forehead. “I was with you the whole night. But, if you want to believe it your way, then believe it.”

Something about the way she stare made Evelyn questioned her sense of trust, and in some way, she felt betray. Her girlfriend was awfully calm.

“Brendan made us pancakes. We’ll be in the kitchen,” Faye said. “Take a cold shower and pack your bag. We’re going to the lake house today after breakfast.”

“Okay. I’ll be right there.”

Once Faye was out of sight, Evelyn took a deep, deep breath.

“Something is definitely not right,” she mumbled to herself. “If only I could hear the soft whisper again…”

And her mind drifted to the image of Brendan’s smile.

***