Chapter 10
10
EMMA
I woke to the pleasure of a man’s body curved around mine. I was in Montana, in a giant luxurious bed, spooning with a hot cowboy. Johnny had one arm draped protectively around me, and his length molded to my back.
This felt like a dream.
All of yesterday, from the moment Hot Cowboy showed up at my door, felt like a dream.
Like the moment I decided to say I was Lyssa and quit my job, I got lucky, too.
Somehow, things just magically fell into place for me. One minute, I was burning cookies, the next a gorgeous, attentive man stepped into the house and took care of all my sexual needs. He took care of needs I didn’t even know I had. And boy, did I have them now.
Of course, all good things had to come to an end. He had to go back to the ranch where he worked. I had to stop pretending I was Lyssa and figure out the next steps for my life. I also had to pretend to be Lyssa long enough to climb from the bed, toss him his clothes, and wave him off when he drove away without a second thought. Did she really do this, have a wild and sexy romp with a guy, and with the rising sun, just… move on? Were her feelings for people so shallow? So light? I wasn’t sure I could be like that because I felt something for Johnny and more than insane pleasure.
He’d said he was crazy for me. I was crazy for him, too. And perhaps a touch just plain old crazy.
I sighed and shifted, my ass pressing back against him, and his cock instantly thickened against me. Oh my.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Beautiful. I didn’t get called that often, unlike Lyssa, even though we were identical. It was just that she wore beautiful. She expressed beautiful. She lived it.
I caged it. Held it back. Kept it in reserve, so I wouldn’t get too much attention.
Lyssa had always sucked up all the attention in the room. Even now when we rarely saw each other and were no longer in the same room for people to compare .
Johnny’s hand slid up my side to cup my breast.
“Mmm.” I melted back into him.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of my nipple, making it tighten and grow hard. His teeth nipped at my shoulder, and he groaned, his dick getting longer where it was trapped against my ass. He shifted, and it nested between my legs, the soft head gliding over my entrance.
Damn, was I already wet? He hadn’t even touched me down there yet. My body seemed to heat and ripen any time I was near this man.
“Do you have another condom?” I murmured.
His breath hitched as his cock pumped in the gap between my legs and pussy. “Oh, baby.” He sounded almost pained. Like he needed me as badly as I seemed to need him. “You want to ride your cowboy again?”
God, his rumbly growl was my undoing. “Uh huh.”
“Two seconds.” He kissed my neck. “Don’t move.” He rolled off the bed and lunged for his jeans on the floor.
I kicked the covers off my legs, already plenty warm. I didn’t usually sleep naked, so it heightened the sensations for me now. My skin caressed by ridiculously high thread count sheets. Nothing between my legs to absorb the slick honey leaking out for Johnny.
He climbed back on the bed with a condom package already ripped open.
“Wait, wait.” I sat up.
He instantly checked his movement, met my gaze. This guy was serious about consent–a fact that made me feel safe with him.
I grinned, taking the condom from his hand and pointing at the bed. “On your back, cowboy.”
He gave me a slow, lazy grin and did as instructed, propping his hands behind his head in the perfect picture of cowboy calendar repose. He was my Mr. September.
I rubbed my lips together as I surveyed his gorgeous, naked body. He was pure muscle. His skin tanned. His chest dusted with dark curls that matched the hair on his head. He was gorgeous.
I straddled his thighs, wanting to explore. I dropped the condom beside him and ran my hands over his pecs, loving how defined his muscles were. The way his nipples hardened when I touched them. I bent down and flicked my tongue over them the way he had mine.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, baby. How can you be so hot?”
I laughed. He made me feel beautiful. It was all too fantastical to believe.
I didn’t want this to end, but Lord knew, I deserved this one last hot screw as Lyssa.
I trailed my fingertips down his washboard abs and followed that glory trail right down to his cock. He was thick and hard for me, straining for my attention.
I gave it to him .
I gripped the base and slowly stroked to the tip as I held his gaze.
“Grip harder,” he instructed.
I did as he wanted, and he groaned.
His eyes caught the light and appeared almost golden, rather than brown. I held his gaze as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. I showed him my tongue but hovered over him, teasing.
A drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit, and I flicked it up with my tongue. “Mmm,” I moaned at the salty flavor.
Johnny was no longer the picture of cowboy repose. His fists were squishing the pillow on each side of his head into tight wads. “Fuck, Lyssa,” he grated. “I’m dying.”
“What do you need, cowboy?” I purred, rewarding him with a slow lick around the head.
“That,” he grunted. “Except–”
“Except?” I twirled the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock.
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes, like watching me was too much.
“Except I’m havin’ a hard time holding back, baby. I want to flip you on your back and fuck you until the bed breaks.”
A shocked laugh tumbled out of me. Um…wow. That was graphic. And hot .
So hot. No guy had ever wanted to break a bed with me.
“But then you’d miss out on this.” I took his cock into my mouth and lowered my head, taking him as deep as I could–all the way to the back of my throat.
I didn’t know how to deep throat. Lyssa had explained it to me, but I honestly hadn’t had enough practice to teach myself not to gag, so I switched to taking him into the pocket of my cheek.
He loved it. His hands wrestled over his head as his thighs tightened and shook. His balls drew up tight.
I went slowly at first, bobbing my head up and down over his cock, adding a tight fist to the base so he’d feel like I was taking the entire length into my mouth–another tip from Lyssa, of course. Then I sped up, tightening my grip and sucking hard on the outstrokes, literally milking his cock for his seed.
“Lyssa…fuck, Lyssa .”
For a moment, I stilled. Hearing my sister’s name on his lips created a tumult of mixed reaction in me. One part was egged on, taking on the false persona even more. It allowed me to let go and be wild.
But I also hated hearing him call me by her name. I wanted to hear my name on his lips. My name spoken with that ragged need. That desperate, straining keen.
When I cupped his balls with my free hand and started massaging, Johnny really lost it .
“Oh shit.”
The sound of ripping fabric made me pop off his cock, and I found feathers flying everywhere, filling the room.
He had literally ripped the pillow behind his head in two!
“Oh my God!” I laughed in surprise as a feather or two brushed my face.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “I told you I couldn’t take it. You’re way too hot, baby. I’ve never felt it like this before.”
Something shy and scared and vulnerable in me went still.
Not the part pretending to be Lyssa, but the real me. Emma. I loved that he said that, but he thought I was Lyssa. That this connection between us was between him, who was so real, and a fake version of me. A lie. Except my feelings were all mine. I couldn’t fake those.
“Me neither,” I whispered.
“Please let me fuck you now, baby. Or I’m gonna tear this whole bed apart waiting.”
I laughed again and grabbed the condom. When I fumbled putting it on him, he helped, then rolled our bodies over, so I was on my back, and he was above me.
He settled some of his weight on me, and I felt protected. Dominated .
“You okay if I drive, baby? I’m gonna die if I don’t get inside you right now.”
Everything he said pushed me to the brink, too.
Still, he waited for my permission.
I nodded.
“Thank fuck, baby.” He lifted both my knees and settled between them, lining his sheathed cock up with my entrance. “Normally, I would take my time with you, but I can smell how ready you are for me, and I’ve lost the tether on my control.” He rubbed the head of his cock over my slit, parting my folds.
“You can smell me?” Oh God–what did that mean? Was he grossed out? He didn’t seem grossed out, but I should have showered first maybe?
He eased in. “I meant feel. See? You’ve got me all mixed up.” His grin demolished me.
This man was lethally hot.
“Are you sore at all from last night?”
I wriggled to take him deeper. “A little. But don’t stop. It feels so good.”
I loved being stretched and filled by him. There was something existentially satisfying about it. Like my whole life I’d been waiting to have sex with this man and only this man.
But that was crazy.
“Lyssa,” he groaned, going in deep and slowly withdrawing .
This time I really didn’t want to hear her name. Instead of making me feel wild and uninhibited, it made me feel like a lie. That while we were bare, there was nothing between us except for the truth.
I hooked my ankles around his back and used my legs to pull him in.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, baby.”
That was better. I liked baby way more than Lyssa right now.
I urged him in faster. His eyes still seemed golden, even though the light couldn’t possibly be hitting them right now.
God, he was beautiful.
He growled. “I’m still dyin’, baby.”
“Give it to me,” I egged, remembering his threat to break the bed. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He let out a strange growling sound–almost like a lion or bear–and pounded into me. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, bracing one hand on the headboard as his hips snapped to drive in hard. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I couldn’t answer–I was way too busy adjusting to the intensity. To his size and the force with which he was thrusting.
“Promise, baby?”
“I promise,” I gasped, using my hands over my head to brace against the headboard above me .
Damn, he was considerate. What guy cared that much? What guy got this passionate, for that matter?
This guy was incredible. One in a million, for sure.
I simultaneously celebrated my short stint as Lucky Lyssa and grieved that it was going to end probably as soon as he came.
He kept pumping, his breath ragged, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m sorry this is so short. I just–”
He licked his thumb and brought it to my clit.
Only that little bit of contact, and I shrieked as an orgasm ripped through me. My internal muscles squeezed. My inner thighs clamped down around his waist.
He roared and plunged in deep, coming with a wild shudder that rocked the bed. My orgasm continued, pulsing and squeezing and turning me inside out as he lowered his body to blanket mine and buried his face in my neck.
“Oh baby.” His kisses were apologies. “That was all about me, and I’m so sorry. I totally lost control.”
I lay limp and damp on the bed, replete. “No, I’m good. It was so good.”
“It was?” He lifted his head to study my face.
I reached up to run my palm over his growing stubble. “So good. ”
A slow grin spread across his face. “Come back with me,” he said. “To Wolf Ranch.”
My brows shot up. “What? I…”
I started to say I can’t , but stopped myself.
Why couldn’t I?
This job wasn’t even mine. I wasn’t even Lyssa. She was the one who’d abandoned her post at this ranch for a guy and Ibiza. If she could do it, well, dammit, why shouldn’t I?
Besides, I was being Lyssa right now–and look how well it was turning out for me.
So if I asked myself the question, What would Lyssa do? The answer was a no-brainer.
Lyssa would absolutely, without hesitation, go with Hot Cowboy. There was no way she’d give up the chance for more Earth-shattering orgasms to be the good girl and stay to pick up the mail on some billionaire’s ranch. She hadn’t. I shouldn’t either.
She’d seize the bull by the horns. Collect her paycheck for doing nothing and also go gallivanting about with a sultan.
So, yeah. I could do this. It was wild and reckless and crazy, but so was letting this guy in the mansion yesterday, and look how well that had turned out for me.
I was Lucky Lyssa right now, the twin who knew how to have a good time. The twin who never hesitated, who put herself first and who got handed everything on a silver platter.
I beamed up at my hot cowboy. “I would love to.”