Cowboy #2
She latched onto the lobe of my ear and bit down, then breathed, “Good,” in my ear.
Jesus Christ, this woman had me hotter than being with a totally naked woman who was sucking my cock. If she did this to me with a word, kiss, and some wiggling, I’d die when I got inside of her.
Knowing we had to slow down and not do something she’d regret later, I allowed myself one more deep, tongue-probing kiss before I put space between us while still keeping her on my lap.
She was breathing hard like me. Her face was flushed, and strands of hair had escaped her braid. I couldn’t recall touching her hair.
“What’s wrong?” she gasped.
“Nothing. It’s too good. We have to stop. I’m not letting anything ruin this, not even us. I want you more than I need oxygen, but tonight isn’t the time for this. Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I muttered.
“I can’t either, but thank you for thinking of me. You’re right. This is too soon. We need to be logical and talk things out.”
“And I want to. Just tell me, does that kiss mean you’re prepared to give a relationship between us a chance?”
Saranya stared into my eyes for a good minute before she answered. It was the longest minute of my life. I held my breath.
“Yes, Cowboy, if you’re sure you mean all those things you said, and you can remain monogamous, then I’ll do it. But if you cheat or become abusive, I’m done. And more than likely, I’ll feed your ass to Gnawbert, no need to worry about War.”
Her fierce expression told me she would, and it made my cock jerk as it leaked more precum. “I promise on my cut. If I do those things, may Gnawbert drown me and eat me slowly.”
I was relieved she remained on my lap, though she put distance between her crotch and my cock.
“Where do we start?” she asked.
“With names. I know yours, but you don’t know mine. Your first lesson is that when a biker has a girlfriend or old lady, she’s permitted to call him by his real name whenever they’re alone. If they’re around others, including his club, then she has to call him by his road name. Will you do that?”
“I’d love to do it. But you have to share your name first,” Saranya winked.
“Ha, ha, funny. Hello, Ms. Saranya Coleman. I’m Zander Brashears. It’s an absolute fucking pleasure to meet you,” I winked back.
“It’ll take a little time for me to get used to calling you Mr. Brashears, but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
Without thinking, I brought both hands down on her ass cheeks.
The way she was bent toward me, and I was reclined, her ass was slightly in the air.
As the crack sounded, she moaned and shuddered.
I squeezed once, then let go. Her expression and that moan made it crystal clear she liked being spanked.
I cranked down on imagining the spanking fun we could have.
“Sorry, that was a slip. Don’t report me. It wasn’t abuse. But you were a smartass, so…Don’t pretend you don’t know what I want you to call me,” I mockingly growled.
Her eyelashes fluttered open. Her eyes were dazed. She licked her lips, making me fight back a moan. “Okay, I’ll try to behave, Zander.”
“Good girl. Now, is there a name you prefer other than Saranya? I’ve heard your parents and War call you Sari. Would you rather I did, too?”
“You may, or whatever you like the most.”
“Let me think on it. I love the sound of your full name, but Sari is pretty, too. I might come up with one of my own. Something no one else calls you. And then there will be your club name, when you become my old lady.” She didn’t react to me saying “when” rather than “if.”
“Club name?”
“Yeah, like what you saw on the old ladies’ property cuts, the night we had dessert. Their man gives each a special one. Diablo calls Jauhnna ‘Serenity’ or ‘my serenity.’ Swerve calls Electra his luz de mi vida, light of my life. Paige is Desert Blossom.”
“And you’ll come up with one for me? Wow, I hope you don’t make me kick you to the curb. I want to know what you come up with.”
“Don’t joke about that. The thought of not being with you makes my stomach churn.”
“Sorry. What else?”
“I think we should let War know that it’s all clear to return. He’s no doubt pacing a hole in the ground down the road. I’m shocked he hasn’t busted in here already, checking to be sure we’re not killing each other,” I half-tease.
“I wasn’t worried about you killing her, more how to hide your dead body because she murdered you,” War’s gruff voice said from behind us.
Turning our heads, I saw him cautiously walk further onto the beach. He grimaced. “If I have to put up with seeing the two of you all over each other, I’m taking back my approval of this association.”
“If you’d been five minutes sooner, you would’ve seen us naked,” Saranya said with a wicked grin.
“Noooo, don’t tell me that. You didn’t. Tell me he didn’t sweet-talk you out of your clothes already,” War beseeched her.
“I’ll never tell. And there’s no taking back your approval, buddy. You set me up. Now bear the consequences,” she told him firmly.
“Sari, do you hate me for it? I swear, I debated before I agreed to help him. I was down the road, no more than a quarter of a mile. I can’t explain it, but my gut told me the asshole was speaking the truth about what he wants and how he feels about you.
You know I can spot a liar or someone up to no good. ”
“Asshole? Look who is calling someone an asshole,” I jabbed.
War and I flung insults back and forth a few times before Saranya called us cretins.
I loathed allowing her off my lap, but when War suggested the three of us go inside to get drinks, I had to.
I stood and took her hand before she had a chance to walk away.
Striding into the house, holding her hand made me feel ten feet tall.
This dating thing was gonna be interesting.
After we had our cold beverages, we returned outside to the beach. This time, I sat in another chair with Saranya pulled in next to me in hers. War was across from us. Scanning the beach, I noted how quiet and empty it was.
“Man, you have to tell us how you found this place. A place with a private beach has to be extremely hard to get without tons of advance notice and cost a pretty penny,” I told him.
“They probably do, but this cost me a round of free golf at the club I’m a member of back home in Texas.”
Noting our amazement, he chuckled. “A guy I know owns this place. It’s his vacation home.
He doesn’t rent it out when he’s not here.
Sometimes, he’ll lend it to friends. Anyway, he loves golf, and when I called to ask if we could use it, he said his price was to play at my club with me soon.
I offered him money, my firstborn, you name it, but that was all he’d take.
I agreed. It is pretty awesome. This is my first time here. ”
“That’s it! Wow. Nice friend to have. You never mentioned this place before,” Saranya replied.
“I always stay with you or Dad and Mom, so I never thought about it. After discovering how badly lunkhead here messed up, I thought it was time.”
“Your parents live here, not Texas?” I asked.
“No, I mean her parents. I call them Mom and Dad. My parents died when I was nineteen in a boating accident. Dad and Mom Coleman had always treated me as a son. I called them my second parents. If I hadn’t had them and Sari, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
What about you? Do you have family? Are they here or somewhere else? ”
“My parents live on the ranch I grew up on in Woodbine, Georgia. It’s about forty miles from here up I-95N. That’s where I learned all about horses and other animals. We had horses, cattle, pigs, chickens, dogs, you name it.”
“Is that where you learned to ride bulls?” Saranya asked.
“Yes and no. Dad took me to rodeos when I was a kid, and I was fascinated with them, especially the bull riders. I thought it was so cool. When I expressed the desire to be a bull rider, my parents dismissed it as a child’s rambling.
You know how kids often say they want to be a princess, a racecar driver, or an astronaut when they grow up.
They assumed it was that. When they caught me more than once riding a calf, they caught on that it wasn’t.
“They knew I’d keep doing it no matter if they forbade me or punished me, so rather than allow me to get hurt, Dad found someone who had ridden bulls.
Jack was willing to teach me, so I began having lessons with him.
He worked with me for years, and I initially participated in small, amateur events.
I rode broncos and did calf roping, but the bull was my favorite.
By the time I was eighteen and ready to go pro, the bull riding events were the only ones I wanted to do. ”
“Wow, and you ended up a World Champion at twenty-five. Your parents have to be so proud.” Saranya said.
“They are, but they’re relieved I retired.”
“May I ask why you retired at the height of your career? You were still young enough to continue,” War observed.
“I could’ve had more years. The reason I retired was that I had achieved my goal, and continuing might have disabled or killed me.
The year before I won the championship, I had a bad ride, and a bull trampled me.
I broke several bones and had other injuries.
People said I was done for, but I fought my way back in less time than anyone imagined.
“I was determined to continue riding and face the bull who did it. The winning ride in Vegas when I won was on the same bastard that tried to kill me. However, the doctor who got me back to riding warned me that one good fall or trampling would see me end up a paraplegic or quadriplegic. I didn’t want that, so I got out. ”
Saranya gasped. There was concern on her face. War looked understanding.
“Are you alright now? Do you still have problems or pain?” she asked, concerned.
“I get stiff, and it aches when it rains or it’s cold. Living in Florida is a plus on the cold front overall.”
“How did you end up in Florida in a biker club? I would’ve thought you’d join one in Georgia close to your family,” War observed.
“I wasn’t looking to join an MC, even though I rode a motorcycle and I loved it.
It was all Wolverine’s fault. He’s a member and the club’s medic.
I came to Hook & Reel, the club’s fishing charter business, to book a trip for my dad and a few of his buddies as a birthday gift.
Wolverine manages it for the Horsemen. The word was Hook & Reel was the best around, which is why I chose them.
Wolverine and I got to talking and hit it off.
He told me about his club, and I was blown away to find out that an MC owned it.
“After that initial meeting, Wolverine and I would get together and have a drink, or go for a ride, that kind of stuff. One day, he asked me about prospecting. I laughed at him, thinking he was joking. He assured me he wasn’t.
I said no, but he convinced me to come to the clubhouse and hang with the club.
I agreed, thinking I would do it and then tell him it wasn’t for me.
However, I did it, and I loved the vibe, the camaraderie.
The guys were wonderful. The following day, I asked him what it took to prospect, and it went from there.
I did my prospecting period and was patched in as Cowboy.
That was nearly five years ago. I’ve never regretted it.
Sure, if I had found one near my folks, it would’ve been great, but they’re not that far away. ”
“Sari told me how nice the club was when she and her parents met everyone. I’ve got to admit, I haven’t had personal dealings with bikers. We see them riding all over Texas and occasionally out, but they mostly stay to themselves. I gotta say, most give off a threatening vibe,” War added.
The way he said it, I knew I had to tell him how our club was different and invite him to our compound to meet my club brothers.
It was clear that I had to prove to both of them that I was sincere and that my club was safe.
And taking Saranya to the clubhouse and introducing her as my girlfriend would go a long way to showing them I wasn’t fooling around.
Saturday night would be a good time. I’d get with Diablo and let him know I was bringing guests and why.