Brody (2 page)

She
pointed down the street. “The Pineward Motel, room six.”

He
was also staying in a motel, but not that one.

“Alrighty
then, let’s get you back to room six, and you can sleep this off.”

He
lifted her down to the ground.

“When
I lift you, swing your leg over the saddle,” said Brody.

“You
really like telling people what to do, don’t you?”

He
didn’t respond as he lifted her, and she slid her leg over the horse’s back.

“Hold
on tight,” said Brody. He got up onto the horse just behind her. He wrapped his
arms around her and grabbed the reins.
 
Her
perfume tickled his nose again, and the bracelets brushed the skin on his
forearms. Her hair smelled pretty good too.

“I’ll
have you back at the motel in no time.”

Brody
pulled on the reins, turning the horse in the opposite direction, and down the
road they headed.

“You
ride pretty well. You a cowboy?”

“Yep,
grew up on a ranch and been one all my life.” He was damn proud of it too.

“I’m
a schoolteacher. Kindergarten.”

“That’s
a fine profession, educating the next generation,” said Brody, seeing the motel
up ahead on the right.

“It’s
getting cold out here,” she said.

“It’s
December, and it’s Montana,” said Brody.

He
rode the horse into the parking lot and noticed a truck and horse trailer.

“That
belong to you?” he asked.

“Yeah,
that’s mine.”

He
was going to ask what she was doing with it and if she was just passing through
or what, but he thought maybe it was best he didn’t know.

“How
about I put the horse back in the trailer for you.”

“That
would be great.”

He
helped her down to the ground, and she dug through her purse for a key.

“Lock
it up when you’re done, and you can return the key to me. I’m going inside
because I’m freezing.” She ran her hands up and down her arms, making the
bracelets rattle.

He
had to admit she wasn’t dressed for this type of weather, which made him wonder
if she was from somewhere warmer. But the trailer bore Montana plates.

Brody
took the key and led the horse over to the trailer. He opened it and encouraged
the horse to step inside. There was some feed that he poured out, and then he
placed more straw on the floor.

“Okay,
have a good night.” He patted the horse, left the trailer, and closed it up.

Room
six was to the left by the vending machine. He tapped on the door. She didn’t
answer it, and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep. He tapped again, and this
time she opened it, but he wasn’t expecting to see what he did. She told him
she was cold so a sweater and fluffy slippers would seem more fitting. However,
she stood there naked.

Brody
tried not to look, but it was damn near impossible. He hadn’t been with a woman
for over a year, and the temptation was just too great. Her breasts were heavy,
their nipples dusty pink and pure perfection. He let his gaze go south to the
spot at the top of her thighs. She’d had a Brazilian. He usually liked a little
more on his ladies, but the landing strip still held his interest. He wondered
if she’d had the whole works—every hair ripped off. He’d love to find out.

“Your
key,” he simply said, trying his best to be as cool and casual as he could. He
hoped she just thought he hadn’t even noticed her state of undress.

She
took it from him but not without grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. He
was bigger and stronger than her, and the painful truth was if he hadn’t wanted
to step inside her room, he could have easily put up some resistance. But he
hadn’t.

He
wasn’t sure what to say but didn’t have to, because the next thing he knew she
was standing on tiptoe and kissing him. Not just the “thank you for riding me
home and seeing to my horse” kind of kiss, but the mouth open, tongue-slipping-over-the-lips
sort that always came just before sex.

Brody
put up no resistance. He put his arms around her, grinding his body into hers.
Her skin was soft and her body curvy. He had the mother of all erections. He
needed sex, wanted sex, and if the last year had taught him anything, it was
take an opportunity while you can.

She
pulled away and he thought maybe she’d had her fun, was teasing him, and would ask
him to leave, but she looked at him, saying nothing. Then…

“I
don’t want to be alone tonight. Stay with me, cowboy, stay and fuck me.”

Chapter Two

A
thousand thoughts ran through Maddie’s mind. She’d just asked a complete
stranger to stay the night with her. If that wasn’t bad enough, she’d also
requested that he fuck her too. Was she crazy or what? Wasn’t this how some
women ended up being murdered?

She
glanced toward the bathroom door, remembering what was in there, recalling what
she’d witnessed less than twelve hours ago, and any regrets about being foolish
went straight out of the window.

Live for the
moment, live for now.

She
looked at the cowboy she’d met in the bar. He was gorgeous, and if she was going
to do the wild thing, who better to do it with. He ran his finger down the side
of her cheek and then put it under her chin, pulling her face up slightly.

“You’re
sure that’s what you want me to do?” he asked.

“Oh
yeah, that’s what I want you to do.”

“Then
I think we should at least introduce ourselves. That is, if it’s okay with
you?”

She
nodded. “I’m Maddie Thornton.”

“And
I’m Brody Williams.”

They shook hands.

“Okay,
Brody, I’m getting cold, so how about we get this party started.”

He
took off his jacket and threw it on the chair by the window. The bulge in his
jeans told her it wouldn’t take much to excite him. She ran her hand down his
pants close to the zipper. He pulled out the shirt from his jeans and began to
unbutton it while she unclasped the belt buckle with the initials
BW
on it and proceeded to unzip his fly.

Maddie
tugged it over the bulge, guessing he wasn’t one of those big guys with a small
dick. Every part of him was going to be huge. That was a good thing, because
orgasms didn’t come easy for her.

Brody
took off his shirt. His arm had marks on it, and she couldn’t help but stare.

“I’m
not a junkie if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, tossing the shirt
on top of his jacket. “I recently had some medical tests and procedures…nothing
catching, so you’re fine.”

One
mark was almost like a scar, a recent injury with its raised edges.

“I
trust you, but do you have condoms?” she asked.

“I
have two of them, and they’re in my wallet which is in the back pocket of my
jeans.”

She
slid her hand back there and pulled out a black billfold and handed it to him.
He opened it, slipped out two foil packages, and threw them on the bed.

“I
guess as we only have two of them, we better make both fucks off the charts,”
he said.

Maddie
liked the sound of that. He sat on the bed, took off his cowboy boots and socks,
and with his left foot pushed them to one side. He stood and dropped the jeans,
then his boxers, freeing his legs of both.

Maddie
swallowed. She hadn’t been wrong about him being big in the department where it
mattered the most. Maybe the alcohol was still influencing her actions, but she
reached out and ran her hand down the length of his shaft. He took her hand
into his and curled her fingers around his dick, forcing her to squeeze hard.

“You
like it?” he asked.

“I
love it.”

He
sat on the bed and pulled her close to him. He looked down at her crotch. She
knew what he was focusing on—the tiny strip of pubic hair.

“You
like it?” she asked, pointing to her crotch.

“Haven’t
decided yet.” He ran his hand over what little hair remained.

He
held her while he pulled her leg up and placed her foot flat on the front of
his thigh. Brody ran his fingers down her mound and into her folds.

“Guess
it offers real easy access,” he said.

He
probably guessed how turned on she was. Maddie sensed she was wet, wetter than
she’d ever been at this point of foreplay. Brody quickly found her clit,
massaged and circled it, making it come alive like it never had. He tapped it,
pressed harder, and the pleasure began building. She dug her toes into the
carpet as he circled the nub some more. That’s all it took. She drew in her
breath and grabbed his shoulders as she fell slightly forward.

“You
like that, baby?” he asked. He grabbed her, slapped her butt, and then lifted her
and set her down on the bed.

“I’m
curious as to how much they took off you,” he said. He parted her legs. “Did it
hurt?”

“Yeah,
like holy hell.”

“Holy
hell. I like that description. I also like the view it gives me. You have
beautiful pussy lips. Right now they’re red, swollen, and glistening.”

“Beautiful pussy
lips.”
She always thought she looked sort of strange down there.

He
spread her labia at the moment she felt a gush of her juices slide from her. He
wiped her pussy opening with his finger that now shone. He circled her entrance
a few times and then pushed his finger deep inside.

“You’ve
not been fucked for a long time,” he said.

Was
she so tight that a guy could actually tell that just from feeling around in
her pussy?

“Not
a virgin, are you?”

“No,
that I’m not, but you’re right, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a dick
inside me.”

The
fact that she hadn’t should have told her something was wrong with her and
Mark’s relationship.

Stupid, stupid,
Maddie.

“I
guess you want me to fuck you soon,” he said. He reached for one of the foil
packages.

She
wanted to come when they fucked and knew that if he was on top that was not
going to happen.

“Can
I ride you?” There, the request was out.

“Sure
you can, but I don’t usually get much of a thrill in my dick that way.”

“What’s
your favorite way to fuck a lady?” asked Maddie.

“From
behind.”

“Then
how about I ride you, and then you can take me from behind?”

“I’m
liking the sound of this already.”

Brody
pulled his finger out and then laid flat on his back. “You want to do the
honors?” he asked, handing her the condom.

She
ripped open the package, took out the rubber, and then slipped it onto him.

“I’m
all yours, baby,” he said.

Maddie
eased her leg over his thighs. He held his cock up for her as she lifted her butt
and then slowly lowered herself onto it. She was tight, and he stretched her to
the max.

“I’ll
warn you, I might be riding you a long time because I’ve got an insensitive
pussy.”

Brody
laughed. “An insensitive pussy…is that one that’s selfish to a cock or what?”

Maddie
smiled. “You know what I mean. I don’t come easy.”

“I
think you will with me, Maddie, you will.”

He
pumped his hips upward, allowing his cock to scrape the back of her pussy wall.
They held hands, palm to palm as she began to ride him. The muscles in his
chest stood out as well as those in his biceps. She tried not to look at the
scars on his arm just in case he was conscientious about them.

“Feel
free to ride me hard and fast,” he said, jarring her out of her current
thoughts.

That
she could and would do. She lifted her hips up, using the strength in her
thighs to squeeze his cock. So far, nothing going on in the pussy region. She
moved her hips faster, almost hating the fact it was making her breasts jiggle.
Their nipples grew taunt. Brody reached up and touched them, twirling them,
pinching them until they grew even harder.

He
moved his hands up and down her body. Such a simple act, but it was getting her
somewhat worked up. She bounced some more, finally feeling a tingle in her
belly, her thighs, and next her pussy began feeling it too. She pressed her
hips forward and back, forward and back. Oh yeah, that was it. Brody’s cock was
so big that it was hitting every crevice in her channel. She had expected to do
the wild thing tonight, just not with this stranger of a man who was about to…

Maddie
raised her arms in the air and screamed as the best orgasm of her life washed
over her. She wanted more, but wanted something different. She tried to keep
his cock inside her as she turned around so that now she was facing his feet.
She leaned down, grabbing his calves, and slid up and down using the slickness
of her last climax to lubricate and ease the movement.

He
massaged her bottom as she groaned and moved back and forth. He had muscular
legs, cute feet even. Brody slapped her ass, bringing about something she
wasn’t expecting—another climax. Her body trembled and shook, and the next
thing she knew he was moving up behind her, and she was facedown on her stomach
on the bed. He ran his finger along the curve of her spine.

“Okay,
baby, I’m ready for you to take me to paradise.”

****

Brody
lifted his cock and introduced it to her entrance. So hot, so slick that he didn’t
even need to see where he was aiming, he just glided into her warmth. He looked
down as he began thrusting into her. She had a heart tattoo on her left butt
cheek and some initials on her right shoulder—
M
and
M
. Maddie and
someone else who also began with an
M
.

Brody
leaned over a little and rested his hands on the top of her arms but still took
the majority of his weight. He wouldn’t need to thrust much longer. Her pussy
clamping onto him when she came not once, but twice had moved things into top
gear. He was going to come and soon. He jerked his hips some more and then saw
the fireworks shoot around the room. Oh yeah, so good, nothing like a good fuck.
And there was something about doing it with a total stranger that made it even
more fun.

He
stopped moving and stayed inside her for just a few seconds before pulling out.
He sat back down on the bed. Maddie turned onto her side, her hip in the air,
the side of her face resting on her hand. Her hair was tousled now, giving her
a sexy look that made him want to fuck her again. They did have one condom left,
but first he had to relieve himself.

“Is
it okay if I use the bathroom, because nature’s calling?”

“Sure,
help yourself.”

She
crawled under the quilt on the bed and laid her head on the oversized pillow.

He
couldn’t wait to get under it with her.

Brody
slid off the bed and made his way across the room and into the bathroom. He
flicked on the light and made his way over to the toilet. He took off the
condom and threw it into the bin and then lifted the lid ready to relieve
himself, and as he did so, he glanced in the mirror.

Holy
shit! Was that what he thought it was hanging over the shower rail in the tub?
He flushed the toilet and turned around. Sure as hell was. A wedding dress and
veil. Some fancy white, high-heeled shoes sat on the floor underneath them.

Had
she gotten married today? Was she getting married tomorrow? Had he just fucked
another man’s fiancée or wife?

Brody
marched back into the motel room for some answers, but Maddie was now fast
asleep. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, her eyelashes fluttering
slightly, and her ample breasts rising and falling with each breath she took.

She
not only looked peaceful but beautiful too—just like Sleeping Beauty—who he
should kiss and wake up, but he didn’t have the heart to do it. He pulled on
his boxers and then dragged the chair over to sit by the bed. He’d let her
sleep and then once she woke up, he would want some answers.

****

Maddie
woke, suddenly disorientated. Her body ached slightly and her pussy felt sore.
The sort of sore you got when you’d been fucked a lot. And that’s exactly how
it should feel because yesterday she’d gotten married, and she was on her
honeymoon.

It
was dark and she tried to make out the surroundings, but all she could think
about was how cold it was. Maybe Mark had turned the air conditioning up too
high. The travel agent had warned them that even during December, Antigua could
be hot and humid. She sat up and tried to focus. Even in the dark, this room
didn’t seem like the one they’d seen in the brochure. This was supposed to be the
honeymoon suite.

She
put her hand over to the side of the bed and felt the empty space beside her.
Mark wasn’t there. Maybe he’d gone to fetch another blanket. Maddie leaned over
and flicked on the light. She jumped and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover
her naked breasts. A man sat sleeping on a chair close to the bed. She glanced
around. His clothes were near the chair.

Maddie
hit her hand to her forehead. Now she remembered what had happened. Stealing
the horse and trailer, going into the bar, meeting this man, and then…

He
opened his eyes and looked at her.

“You’re
awake at last,” he said.

“Did
we…”

“Oh
yeah, we definitely did.”

He
climbed onto the bed beside her and crawled up close to her.