CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
M y boots are about to wear a hole in the mat surrounding Bucky. I whirl to pace in the opposite direction as Brody gets himself situated on the mechanical bull. He’s a calm and collected cowboy up there—exactly how I remember. I can’t look at him for too long or I’ll get flustered. Again. The only one getting hot and bothered in this situation is me.
I wring my hands while fighting a fever. “Don’t you need to sign a waiver or something?”
Whenever I’ve hopped on that thing, there was a stack of papers for me to complete first. It’s a bit of a pain but I’m sure a lawsuit is worse.
Brody grunts. “Nah, the owner is a family friend. We have unlimited access.”
“Of course you do,” I deadpan. “This entire town is in your pocket.”
His shrug doesn’t deny it. “I don’t abuse that power unless necessary.”
“Like snagging a marriage license in a day?”
“Exactly.” He winks before tucking his hat lower on his head. “Okay, I’m ready.”
It’s only then I realize that he expects me to manage the controls. A peek at the console provides relief I didn’t plan to need. Labels and instructions are listed to make this a job for anyone who can read.
“Seems self-explanatory,” I mumble while flipping the power switch.
“Use the remote.”
That gives me pause. “There’s a remote?”
“I paid for an upgrade after my last win. Figured they needed the top of the line to keep my legacy going. It might be one of a kind like me,” he brags.
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes to the rafters, but grab the device as directed. The handheld version is even simpler to operate. “Hold on tight, husband.”
He rolls up his sleeves and I almost purr. His forearms roped with veins and ink feel like a sight he only allows me to see. “Gonna give me a wild ride?”
My nod is a bobble while he slips his fingers under the strap. “If you can walk straight afterward, I didn’t do an adequate job.”
Brody’s chuckle quakes my knees. “Let me have it.”
And that’s my cue. A tap to the green button rouses Bucky and the machine whirs. I immediately push left to set the bull in motion, simultaneously jabbing at the bucking force. Hoots and hollers spill from my husband as he flings his free arm into the air. He captivates me while I blindly switch directions on him. His butt doesn’t even bump off the back. This kicks off a personal challenge to dismount him, and fast.
I shove the knobs in every which way. My methods aren’t smooth or systematic or successful. The broody billionaire swivels forward and back, flowing into each motion as if he’s in charge of the controls. A panty-melting smile stretches his mouth to giddy levels. He takes off his hat, whipping it in the air like a lasso. Based on his reactions, this might be the most fun he’s had in ages.
The scent of fantasy slamming into reality smacks me in the face. Gosh, he’s too sexy for his own good. I’d be filming if I had my phone. Drool puddles in my mouth until I almost drown myself. And that’s not the only place that’s wet. Phew. I fan my heated face.
But he’s just getting warmed up. Brody’s hips snap forward as he rides like a pro. He rocks into the disjointed gait, letting a groan slip free. The seductive rhythm gets me frantic. There’s an itch under my skin that needs to be scratched.
Good grief, I’m turned on. I grapple with my composure that’s fraying at the seams. It’s useless against the scene spread in front of me. If this isn’t a preview of how the man fucks, I’m not sure what is. My inner muscles clench in a desperate craving. I squirm and try to focus on the remote, waiting for him to fall off. It only takes seconds for my rapt focus to return to Brody.
His eyes burn into mine as his actions become more obscene, mimicking sex. He’s totally doing this on purpose. I’m suddenly glad he cleared the place out. If other women were watching, I might have to claw their eyeballs out. Look at me getting possessive. Nobody would blame me while his fluid motions rocket my arousal into orgasmic levels.
I crank up the speed and intensity to the maximum. It does nothing. His body continues to follow the spastic maneuvers. There’s a decent chance he’s attached to the rawhide.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” He grinds into the next buck.
“Cocky cowboy,” I mutter.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to get me off.” He thrusts forward with passion. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Twinkles.”
My fingers smash at the buttons. I’m exerting myself more than he is. This isn’t even a challenge for him. Bucky spins this way and that, bouncing erratically. The man barely slips from the center. No matter what maneuvers I try, there’s no bucking him off.
I can’t watch much longer or I’ll combust. Brody’s breathing is labored as I slow Bucky to a stop. At least he’s somewhat winded after that performance. I refuse to be the only one panting like a dog in heat.
His grin doubles in size as he puts his hat on, flicking the brim. “Did I win?”
“Does that make me the loser?”
“I’d prefer if we both come out on top,” he rasps. “What’s my prize?”
Would it be too forward if I offered to climb on his lap? Might as well get some use out of this arrangement. The idea holds appeal and I squeeze my legs together. Brody notices as I squirm, his gaze turning molten .
“C’mere, wife.” His finger crooks to beckon me. “And bring the remote.”
I stumble forward to follow his command before I even realize I’m moving. Inflatable padding surrounds the bull and knocks me more off kilter than I already am. My stride is unsteady, wobbly like my intentions, but I arrive at his side unscathed. His stare is famished and I’m about to be plated as his next meal. I shuffle closer, willingly leading myself to slaughter.
Brody pats his thighs. “Get on.”
That’s easy for him to say. Our height difference is bigger than our age gap. He vaulted up there without trying, and didn’t have an extra hurdle to jump. I’d be scrambling over him in a very unladylike fashion. While wearing a dress, I might add. This might’ve been my plan but I don’t want to make it that easy.
Mama June didn’t raise a quitter, though.
I grip the safety strap and bend into a squat. Before I can launch myself upright, Brody cinches an arm around me and hauls my body over his. The abrupt boost stuns me, especially since he plucked me off my booted feet as if I weigh ten pounds. My legs swing in an arch before spreading to prepare for landing. A pleased noise rumbles from him as he gets me situated in the desired position. I’m straddled astride him when I regain my bearings. Just like riding a horse. Backward.
“Took too long,” he grumbles as I adjust my seat on him.
“Uh, well… thanks for the lift.” The skirt of my dress keeps me modest, but the hardness prodding between my legs is indecent. “This is… interesting? ”
That unsatisfied hunger ignites his gaze into green flames. “This what you had in mind?”
I wiggle to test our stability. That earns me a choked groan and his hands clench into fists. The restraint is admirable, but I want him to crumble. My temptation bumps into his dick again and I’m rewarded with a grunt.
“Fuck.” Strain flexes his neck as he denies himself more friction. “What do you want from me, wife?”
That’s an excellent question. I hit pause while deciding how far this should go. It’s doubtful that he’ll take anything from me unless I initiate. He already set the scene to get me yearning for him. My husband wants me eager and willing.
The honor of the first move across the line belongs to me. It’s difficult to suggest being intimate, especially after the rocky day we’ve had. I probably shouldn’t. Once I do, there’s no taking the words back. Instead, I should harness the desire and race out of here. Then I can unleash the tension in private.
Brody lied and deceived me. But this can be about just sex. Why can’t we make each other feel good for a change? Just for a little while. Not sure who I’m trying to convince. He’s admitted there’s more between us, that he’s falling for me. Those vulnerable confessions could be another betrayal. It’s wasted energy considering I’m already sprawled across his lap, but I can protect my heart.
We can go slow and see what happens. I lift my palm to trace the edge of his jaw, but halt with my courage suspended in midair. He took the reins earlier and put my hand on him. That doesn’t mean I’m granted free roam.
“Touch me,” he urges.
Heat sizzles through my veins when I do just that. His coarse stubble prickles my skin when he nuzzles me. A soft exhale breezes from him and his eyelids get heavy. It’s such a tender display. I want more, lifting my other palm to drift along his chest. He leans against me while I stroke up his nape and into his hair. The quiet hum that escapes him sounds like relief. It sparks my curiosity.
“When was the last time you let a woman—?”
He silences me with a kiss. “It’s just you for me, Twinkles.”
A thrill shoots up my spine at his sincere tone. Our eyes lock like many times before. There’s nothing blocking me from searching for more secrets. All I find is his vow to try. That’s enough for now.
Brody’s voice is fresh gravel when he asks, “Do you still see the real me?”
My nod is absolute. “I think you like me, husband.”
He smiles into my hand that’s cupping his face. “Told you as much.”
“Maybe I like you too,” I admit on a rushed breath.
“Does that mean I’m not rotten to the core?”
My lips curve into an easy grin. “Desperate for compliments?”
“From you? Always.” His thumb brushes along the smattering of freckles on my nose. “You’re so beautiful.”
“And you’re laying it on thick.” I shift against him to remind myself where we stand… or sit. This isn’t about unconditional devotion unless we’re discussing a simultaneous climax.
He grips a handful of my skirt, still not asserting much pressure in any particular direction. “What do you need? ”
I swallow his minty taste when he exhales. “I’m not sure.”
His lips ghost along the corner of mine. “You are. Tell me.”
“Can enemies exchange benefits?” I finally decide to voice that question aloud.
“Is that what we are?”
My shoulders lift and drop, pushing me flush against him. “It’s a bit blurry. We’re definitely not lovers.”
“Yet,” he amends.
“Only if there are no expectations or strings attached. I don’t need more obligations from you.”
His chuckle bounces me against him and I trap a moan. “You can use me for sex, wife. I don’t mind.”
“Just once?”
He laughs louder. “Whatever you’ve gotta tell yourself.”
Any lingering reservations swerve off course and lust gets behind the wheel. “Okay.”
Another pleased sound comes from him as his hand begins wandering under my dress. “Want me to soothe the ache?”
Fire singes my cheeks as I gather the boldness that’s required to blurt, “I want you to be the boss.”
He stills for a moment before a slow smirk stretches his lips. “That can be arranged.”
Talented fingers slip beneath my panties, gliding along my slick heat. The confident touch slips forward and back in a smooth motion. I shudder from the slightest jolt of friction.
Brody rumbles his praise. “Ready and waiting for me.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes. ”
My toes curl when he lightly swipes over my clit. I’m already on edge. His performance on this bull was the ultimate foreplay.
“Please,” I press.
His stare devours mine while I begin to quake. “My needy wife likes to beg?”
A confusion of denial and acceptance thrashes my head in a wild circle. “This is new for me.”
“You know just what to say.” His teeth nip at my upturned jaw. “Gonna make you come for being such a good little wife.”
Those words spur desire into a gallop. Brody Benson rules over his cowboy kingdom with a dirty mouth and steel-toed boots. Now he reigns over me too.
Pressure builds in my core when he slides a finger into me. After a few shallow pumps, he retreats and sweeps through my sex again. It’s a maddening pattern meant to tease pleasure from me. The movements are steady but slow… not nearly enough.
“More,” I plead.
“Demanding,” he rasps against my throat. “Tell me what you need.”
“Keep going. Faster,” I wheeze.
At least two fingers thrust into me, and I release a soundless scream.
He croons in approval. “That’s more like it. Is this what you wanted, wife?”
A sloppy nod is the only response I can manage. His expert touch is sending me to the peak. This man plays with me like I’m actually his favorite toy. In this instance, I don’t mind the comparison. I’m all too willing to let him use me. Pleasure is the name of this game.
Brody sucks and licks along my neck while his hand continues to fuck me. But this feels like worship. Each action is meant to fuel my passion. His fingers scissor, demanding the release to pour out of me. A spasm clenches my empty core and I mewl. I sag into his onslaught, giving him complete control. His thumb swirls over my clit and I shatter.
My palms scramble to grip onto his shoulders while the waves threaten to pull me under. Ripples of warmth flood through me. I grind against him, seeking every ounce of relief. The orgasm seems bottomless and I almost cry from the intensity.
Eventually, the tingles subside and I’m sated for a beat. My bleary gaze finds Brody watching me consume the pleasure. I open my mouth to sing his praises but I’m too breathless.
“My wife is very responsive.” He brings his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking my release from the skilled digits. “And delicious.”
“Gosh, you’re filthy.” But I don’t look away.
“Just getting started, Twinkles. Take out my cock.”
I quirk a brow. “If you’re about to demand a blowjob, be warned that I choke on small objects.”
He swats my ass. “That sassy mouth. Can’t wait to stuff it so full that you gag on me.”
“Promises, promises,” I taunt.
“Lucky for you, I’d rather fuck your pussy if this is a one and done.” His playful tone doesn’t match his crude intentions .
But I’m here for it. “Save the bronco and bang a Benson.”
“Giddy up.” Brody drops his hat on my head.
“I want you inside of me. It’s about time we consummate this marriage. Fake or not.” The urgency spreading from my lower belly is definitely real.
Desire smolders in his unwavering stare but then dims slightly. “I don’t have a condom.”
It takes all of two seconds for me to consider the options. “We don’t need one.”
“Are you sure?”
My fingers get to work on undoing his belt and jeans. “I have an implant, and I’m clean.”
He palms my ass, snapping the silk layer keeping us apart. “This will be a first for me.”
“Same,” I mumble distractedly.
It’s a challenge to reach his cock in this position, but I’m a woman on a mission. The end result is well worth the struggle. My jaw drops as his dick stands proud for me to fully appreciate. I don’t need a ruler to confirm that this man is extremely well hung.
“Oh, my.” There’s no disguising the awe in my voice.
“Will my teeny weenie satisfy you, wife?”
I lick my lips while admiring his thick girth. “We should probably find out.”
His chuckle is smug, and rightfully so. An unmistakable yank, followed by a rip, discards my underwear. Brody bunches the fabric of my dress in one hand while the other grabs my hip. I’m positioned over his jutting shaft when the last of my restraint demands attention.
“Just for the record, this goes against my better judgment. ”
“Happy to be the best bad decision you’ll ever make.” And then he shoves me down on his length.
Shock lodges in my throat and I gasp. My hand whacks his arm to halt his entry. “Slow down. You’re too much.”
“Takes one to know one, hmm?” Brody gives me a shallow thrust that forces me to accept more of him.
My body struggles to stretch around his intrusion. “That’s far enough.”
“I don’t think so. Just gotta loosen you up more.” He snags the remote that’s looped around my wrist. “Allow me.”
A single tap alerts Bucky to join in the fun. Another click sets his speed to a gentle sway. It’s just fast enough to assist our desperation to fit.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
Brody massages my lower back. His length slides in a bit more with each lazy motion from the bull. “Like that?”
I nod and bite my lip. “You’re going so deep.”
“Take all of me,” he rumbles.
For whatever reason, I don’t think he’s only referring to his impressive endowment.
“Too much,” I remind.
“You can do it, wife. Just a bit more.” He’s determined to make me split in half.
My exhale is thick while I ease myself lower. Almost there. A dull ache spreads, but the slight pinch just encourages me. I widen my legs, sinking more. Brody’s hand at the base of my spine guides the careful pace. A final dip snaps us together. We share a relieved breath and slump into each other.
“There we go,” he croons softly. “You’re incredible.”
Emotion stings my eyes, which is completely uncalled for. It’s just so much at once. I tilt my face to avoid knocking him with the brim of his hat. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s too tender for what this is supposed to be. But I surrender to the heat of the moment.
We rock to the easy tempo. It’s an adjustment to have him inside of me. There’s a frenzy brewing but the pleasure is a comforting lull. I’m becoming intoxicated by the steady in and out.
Brody’s calloused palms drift across my exposed flesh, awakening a shiver. My nipples harden into stiff peaks. There’s suddenly a weight on my chest that’s distracting. Through hooded lids, I catch where my husband’s focus rests.
“I’ve been admiring your tits in this dress all day.” His gaze is hot on my cleavage.
“Can’t say I’m surprised. I have a great pair.”
My shoulders roll with purpose, sending the loose sleeves down my arms. Too bad my bra isn’t so easy to remove.
Brody doesn’t hesitate to unclasp the restrictive band, allowing my breasts to spill free. “Fuck, that’s more than a mouthful. Feed them to me.”
I thrust forward to shove a nipple past his lips. He tongues the pebbled point before sucking. Hard. Electric shocks shoot outward and I tremble in his grasp. His chuckle vibrates through me as an added bonus.
“Don’t stop.” Panic rattles me when the pressure fizzles. My hands shoot up to cradle his head against me.
Brody detaches from my nipple to give the other equal attention. “Tell me you feel this.”
Agreement clenches my inner muscles. “I do. ”
His groan is gratifying to my unraveling composure. “Whose cock are you riding?”
“Yours, husband.”
He presses several kisses against my chest. “Is this real between us?”
I falter, afraid to admit too much. “Give me more.”
He pistons his hips. “Every inch is yours, whether you admit it or not.”
“How many”—I gasp at his harsh invasion—“inches is that exactly?”
“We can measure when I’m done with you.” He increases his speed, timing each stroke to the bull’s bucks.
“Harder,” I whimper.
“Not gonna last with your bare pussy strangling my dick.” Brody clamps my tortured nipple between his teeth. “Not to mention these tits in my face. Damn, you’re perfection.”
Those semi-sweet words inject a thrill into my bloodstream. I want him to lose control. That’s why I begin riding his cock like it’s a race to finish. Give me a whip and I’ll make us go even faster.
My competitive spirit knocks Brody’s hat off my head, allowing me the freedom to really move. His jaw clenches as he tries to hold on. I almost laugh, but he swipes at my clit. The unexpected stimulation throbs in an unrelenting pulse.
Between the mechanical rocking and Brody’s fuckery, I’m coaxed to let go. My hips swivel to gain more friction. His motions become jerky as relief nears. We battle for control but it’s useless. The push and pull sends us soaring. I squeeze around him just before toppling over the edge. That clench triggers his release and he’s tumbling along with me .
A burst of heat rushes in, whisking me away into oblivion. Brody jerks underneath me while he succumbs to his own pleasure. Minutes pass in silence. Only our rapid breathing proves that we survived such an extreme climax.
His soothing touch coasts along my back as awareness returns. I shiver and cuddle closer. In the afterglow, I feel like a blob of jelly.
“You won, Twinkles.” His voice is groggy while he shuts off Bucky.
I pry myself off him to admire his relaxed features. “Really?”
Brody presses a kiss to my forehead. “There’s not a chance I’m walking straight after that ride.”