Page 32 of Mister Cowboy
“Face cards are worth ten and aces are worth eleven or one.” He picked up the stack of cards again. “You want another card?”
She moved her head from side to side.
“Are you suuure?”
January nodded more definitively, and he placed the cards back down without taking another card for himself. “Okay, show me what you got, baby.”
Flipping her second card over, she raised her hands over her head in a victory dance. “I have eighteen, beat that!”
“Not bad.” He turned over his second card, revealing the ten of hearts. “But I have twenty.”
Frowning, she pursed her lips. “Again.”
He picked up the cards and started to shuffle. “Okay, but this time the winner gets the prize of his choice.”
“Or her choice,” she amended. “If I win I get to rifle through your underwear drawer?”
“Mm-hmm.” He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, clamping down with enough pressure to make her yelp.
He leaned back, and she grabbed the stack of cards from his hands. “My deal. You probably cheat.”
Her first card was a four of spades, and she groaned as she dealt Brecken an ace of clubs. Kissing the cards, she pulled them each another card.
He placed both his cards face down and leaned back on his elbows, watching her with a smile.
“I’m going to stand.”
“Well, I need a card,” she said before drawing another from the deck. Not altogether confident in her hand, she faked it as best should could and showed her cards with a flip of her wrist. “Twenty.” She motioned to the four, ten, and six on the bed between them.
“That would have been a good hand,” he said and tossed his cards over hers, revealing twenty-fucking-one. “For my prize, I want to fuck your gorgeous tits.”
He was on top of her in a flash, and her chest rose and fell in exaggerated motion in anticipation. Her nipples were hard and ached as she waited for his touch. Staring down at her, she nodded in agreement to his silent question. He palmed each breast, kneading and kissing them until she was certain she’d orgasm from that sensation alone.
He moved up her body and positioned himself between her breasts, and she pushed them together as he slid in and out. The sensation was better than she imagined, but it was the look on his face that turned her insides to liquid. Following his gaze, she stared intently down at her breasts and the thick head of his penis as it pushed forward.
A bead of cum at the tip called to her, and she dipped her mouth down and licked it off as he moved forward. His jaw clenched, and he slid down her body quickly. She heard the tear of the condom wrapper before he entered her slick opening and rocked into her.
She could tell he was on the verge of coming and she lightly scratched her nails down his back.
That was all it took.
He roared out her name.
And collapsed on top of her.
* * *
“Tell me about your childhood. What was it like growing up on the ranch?”
They sat with their legs crossed and intertwined on the living room floor in front of the fireplace. The leftovers from lunch scattered around them in half-empty boxes and the second wine bottle was nearly empty.
He answered after only a short hesitation.
“It was mostly good. It was a simpler life. I was never required to help much with the ranch. I did basic chores—feeding horses and cleaning stalls…things I couldn’t screw up. My mother wanted a different life for me. I think it was a bit of a sour spot for my father, but he didn’t fight her on it. At least not in front of me. I was sent to the best schools they could afford, and I loved it. Math, science, reading, writing, music. I loved it all. Learning was fun, and I was good at it.”
“And what about friends, dances, girlfriends?” she asked, hating the way her stomach lurched at the thought of a young Brecken asking a pretty girl to prom.
He chuckled and offered her the bottle. When she declined, he tipped the wine bottle up, finishing the last swallow.
