On Becoming His (19 page)
Authors: Benjamin T. Russell,Cassandre Dayne
Glancing down, she cringed and
kinda
had to admit her rather voluptuous body wouldn’t look good in faded blue jeans and some madras type shirt. However she did have an affinity for cowboy boots, or maybe just cowboys in general and preferably naked and hungry. Groaning, she dragged her mind out of the gutter and wiped her sweaty hands. This would be an interesting working respite.
Still, her cousin needed what he called her expertise and there were few in the family who could or would offer. Ricky wasn’t the type to ask for help either so the situation must be pretty bad. Then again running off to parts unknown chasing after a girl certainly didn’t help the ailing location. That was her cousin though, a wild and free spirit who drove his black sheep reputation into hell and back. Monica glanced across the desolate area and cringed. A solid month was going to kill her. Grabbing her suitcases out of the car, she headed for the main house and wondered if there was anyone staying in the vacation spot at all. “Where the hell is everyone?” A quiet floated around the ranch almost like a blanket of death. She was used to teeming activity and this tumbleweed mentality was going to try her last nerve.
Standing in front of check in, she waited as patiently as she could for any sign of a human as she eyed the old-fashioned bell ringer. Clearing her throat instead of slamming her hand on top of the well-worn wood, she turned her attention to the incredible interior and was more than impressed. From the massive stone fireplace nestled in a charming and down right comforting family room type area to the scattered and very vibrant artwork adorning the walls, the log style interior was gorgeous. “Wow.”
“Wow is right.”
Jumping, Monica slapped her hand over her mouth as she turned and faced the source of the kind, male voice.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you. You must be Monica.”
There was something so engaging about the older man’s dashing blue eyes that she was mesmerized for several seconds. “Yes, I…I am and…” Laughing, she held out her hand. “I was beginning to wonder if there was anyone here.”
“It’s our slow time and sadly our observations are right. We’re certainly not as busy as we once were. We have a few folks out and about, but during the extreme heat of the day the guests tend to stay in their cabins.” Grabbing her hand, he smiled. “Forgive my manners. I’m Jessie Walters. Some call me the caretaker here.”
Smiling, she felt instantly at ease as she shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“May I say your cousin didn’t do you justice? He just said you were pretty. Damn the man must be blind.”
Blushing, she slowly took her hand away and smiled. “My cousin hasn’t seen me since I was fourteen. I was into all things nerdy then including braces, acne and a bad hairdo.”
“That certainly has changed. Woo-we woman. You’re like a spitfire of fresh air.”
The mystery voice was sensual and dripping of an unmistakable lust. Swallowing hard, Monica tilted her head, trying to remain cool as a cucumber, but the instant she saw the rugged man’s face and carved body she melted.
Holy fuck. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
If this is what cowboys looked like, she was going to sign up for the entire digest version. “Whew.” She hadn’t realized she’d said the word audibly until Mr. sex-on-wheels grinned, his eyes twinkling.
“I haven’t had that kind of reaction from a beautiful woman in a hell of a long time.” Inching forward, the hunky cowboy gazed down the length of her before licking his lips.
“That’s what we call full court press,” Jessie chortled as he leaned over the counter.
If this was full court press, Monica knew she had to have the entire rancho deluxe ride. Suddenly visions of the sensual dark haired man entered the back of her mind and in a blinding flash she could see herself naked, writhing under him as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, harder and faster with each plunge and… Fanning her face, she had to look away for fear her lust filled desires were going to give her away. My God, how long had it been since she’d had a man’s dick in her?
“You
gonna
introduce yourself to the lady or do I need to do that for you?” Jessie shook his head, the tone of his voice dipping.
“Oh yeah, right. Been so long since I’ve seen a sexy woman I lose myself.” Wiping his fingers down his jean coated thigh, he finally held out his hand. “Thorne Kemp and we heard you were coming. Course if I’d a known you were such a beautiful woman I would have fixed myself up. If there is anything, and I do mean
anything
my brother and I can do for you while you’re here, just let us know. We’re at your service day and night.”
The moment they shook hands Monica thought she might just have to fall to her knees and suck his cock. Blinking furiously, the inner bad girl in her hadn’t been let out of her cage in so long she was temporarily shocked into silence. Seeing his skin-tight blue jeans and even tighter tee shirt, covering a body that God had to have invented out of a damn Chippendale’s calendar, was enough to drive her into insanity.
“Let the little lady settle in before you wine and dine her,” Jessie chastised.
Giving the older man a gentle salute, Thorne grinned and tipped his hat. “All right beauty, but you and me have date coming and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Tilting her head, she couldn’t help but admire the way the faded denim wore his ass or vice versa.
You need to fuck that man
and more than once
. Monica sucked in her breath and her raging libido and attempted to look unfettered. But Jesus fucking ‘A’ the cowboy did things to her pussy few ever had. Christ she was
hot
all over.
“You’ve met the man about town. At least one of them.”
“Um, there are two of them?” The question seemed ridiculous.
Jessie leaned even further over the counter. “Twins.”
That was it. She hadn’t brought enough vibrators or batteries to keep her hunger in check. Nope, she was going to hell in a hand basket. And one way or the other she was going to fuck the man and possibly his brother at the same time. The thought alone made her giggle. “I think I’m going to like my stay.”
Grinning, Jessie handed her a key and nodded toward the bank of windows on the side of the house. “Let me show you to your cabin. We have a damn amazing cook and Bertha prepares three full meals a day for our guests here at the main house, but you can always come in for a snack or share a glass of whiskey with us boys if you would like. I also handle mostly of the manly grilling, so you can anticipate kick ass steaks.”
“Cabin? I certainly didn’t expect any special treatment.”
“Trust me, Miss Monica. You don’t want to be around her every night when the rowdy boys kick up their heels. That is when they aren’t in town running smack into mischief.” Tipping his hat, Jessie’s eyes twinkled as he walked around the counter. “Come on, pretty lady. Just down the road less than a mile.”
Trailing behind him, Monica climbed into her car and followed him in his jeep down a dusty road toward the mountains. She could see horses and cattle during the ride, along with what had to be miles and miles of desert and little else. When Jessie stopped behind a small but very quaint cabin style home, she smiled. Maybe a little time in the country would do her some good. There were others buildings close by and she gathered they were the cabins for rent and for purchase. She had to admit the entire dude ranch seemed like an ideal operation. Her cousin barely mentioned specifics but she gathered the horrendous economy had taken a toll.
“Let me take your bags. I stocked up the pantry and refrigerator for you including some wine and feminine type stuff, but not knowing your tastes, you might want to venture out to the store tomorrow after it’s light.”
“Why after it’s light?”
“There are some beasts in the mountains you know, and they love to feast on a pretty lady.”
Stopping short, she placed her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. “My guess is you say that to all the guests.”
About Cassandre
Cassandre started writing stories and poems before she knew how to ride a bike and proceeded onto novels by age eleven. By the time she was an early teenager, she had written fifteen novels. As early adulthood, college and life settled in; writing was placed on the back burner but never forgotten entirely. Suddenly awakened by the rampant fantasies and untold stories of characters that flowed through her dreams every night and filtered into her daylight hours; she could hold back the creative process no longer.
Cassandre writes highly erotic romance stories and novels in the contemporary, science fiction and paranormal flavors. Currently she has over
sixty
erotic romance novels published with Rebel Ink Press and several more under contract. Her recent titles include,
Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper
,
Her Sinful Long Legs, Revving Her Wild Engines
,
Shadows of Panic and Wicked Desire
,
Wicked Wager Among Friends - Tales from Lucifer’s Lair –
the first in a series,
Breakfast Eye Candy
,
Sinful By Design
,
Unleashed
,
Rustling Danger
,
Extreme Position,
Ride and Wild Pony, Dirty Little Lunches Collection
and several m/m pieces including
Game Over, Power Struggle
and
Punch Back, and Fire of Submission
. Her first print release – a compilation of several pieces titled
The Feast of Temptation
was released in September. Her m/m titles including
Punchback
, Shattered, Hearts Forged in Fire
,
His Wrath
and
Done
received silver stars from
ARe
within hours of the
ir release. She has over twelve
set to release
yet
in 2012 with Rebel Ink
and several more under contract for 2013
.
She also has several releases with Naughty Nights Press –
Spankdown
,
Red Fire – Surrender
,
Raging Shadows
,
Forced Fantasies
,
Mr. Mistletoe
and
Oral Sex – Hot Shots, Phone Sex – Hot Shots
,
the best selling third in the
Fire Trilogy
– Blue Fire, Domination
,
Dazzle
and
Bad Things
- Hunger
.
Bad Things- Stalk
and
Scattered Whispers
will release soon.
In addition, as her alter ego Bethany Halle, she is the host of two blog talk radio shows with Robin Falls Red River Radio. The Fire of Fantasy & Darkness airs every other month highlighting writers and other artists in the fantasy, science fiction and paranormal genres. Dare to Take the Plunge also airs every other month featuring writers, publishers, cover artists and reviewers in the erotic romance genre. She also is a weekly/monthly contributor to Naughty Nights Press, Erotic Diaries, After Dark Online,
Kinke
Magazine and
Queer
Magazine
Online
and Community.
As Bethany Halle she is also the Director of Communications for Rebel Ink Press and currently serve on the Nominating Committee of the RWA’s Passionate Ink. She serves as President Elect for Passionate Ink in 2012.
She was a Passionate Ink finalist for their Passionate Plume contest with
Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper
and has received several four and five star reviews for her work. She also received an honorable mention from the Love Romance Café as the 2011 Author of the year and her book
Her Sinful Long Legs
was a best erotic contemporary romance of 2011 at The Romance Reviews nominee.
Member of:
Virginia Romance Writers
Romance Writers of America
Passionate Ink
EPIC
ARRA – Australian Romance Readers Association
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About Benjamin
Benjamin T. Russell is an author of erotica and erotic romance. He is a fiercely, multifarious lover of li
fe and all things naughty. He forged his unique perspective on love and sex in the white-hot flames of real life experiences. Having survived a motley assortment of clandestine encounters – the phrase; “Been There, Done There, I’ve Got the T-Shirt”, aptly applies to Benjamin.
He spends the daylight hours expunging his forbidden desires into bawdy stories for his readers, while he reserves the nights to service his wanton Muse and her fertile imagination.