Romance: Loving The Alpha Cowboy: BBW Cowboy Romance (BBW Romance And Alpha Males, Western Contemporary Romance, Cowboy Romance) (3 page)

Chapter 5

In the soft lighting of night, she saw some hidden weight lift from him, and he bent down and kissed her. Colleen threw her arms around him, and the sweetness of the kiss swiftly turned carnal.

The passions they’d been denying themselves finally broke free with their confessions of love.

Without warning, he dipped for a moment, grabbing her around the rear and lifting her onto the table.

Their hands were at one another’s clothes in a heartbeat, and they ripped their shirts free. Colleen growled lustily as she ran her hands over the muscles of his chest.

“Take it off,” he said, nodding to her bra.

As she did, he undid the button and zipper of his pants, pushing them and his underwear down. Having taken off their boots when coming in, his pants met no resistance as he kicked them free.

Colleen had never seen a man so erect. It made her feel attractive to see someone desired her so clearly.

His hands were at her pants, undoing them and pulling them down her legs.

Removing her bra, she tossed it to the side and without wasting a moment, he leaned in and kissed her again.

They held to one another for a moment, kissing, feeling their skin press together. He broke the kiss for a second to lick the first two fingers of one hand, and then reached down and touched her.

A shudder shocked through her system, the muscles of her belly tightening with the pleasure.

Already wet, he spread her juices a bit and applied some to the head of his erection. She scooted her rear to the edge of the table, and after he dipped his hips, he slipped himself inside of her.

Colleen moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulder as he pressed himself deeper.

Once he was set, he resumed kissing her, his arms wrapping around her body, holding her to him as he swayed his body back and forth. The mastery he used when riding a horse gave him a powerful core, and he used it to its best as he rotated his hips.

The thick hardness of him stretched her, and each dip and sway of his pelvis tantalized new places inside of her.

She rocked herself back and forth on the table, doing her best to help, but he moved with such expert movements, he didn’t need the help.

The passion grew to such intensity so quickly that soon they orgasmed together, his knees nearly buckling entirely after.

Catching himself on the table, she held him up as they both laughed.

“That was damn fine,” he said, panting. “Damn fine.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy. What say we take this to the bedroom?”

“I think that’s a mighty fine idea, my dear.” He reached under her to pick her up, but she shook her head.

“Really, you don’t have to—oh!” Even as she objected, he hoisted her up, holding her as though she were as small as one of his chickens.

Colleen wrapped her legs around his middle, so turned on by his strength she kissed his neck and shoulders.

Those powerful legs of his strode to the bedroom where they spent the next two hours making love three separate times before finally falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Chapter 6

The days after that were bliss. Every moment spent with Tucker was now filled with unbridled affection. No longer feeling the need to hide their emotions, they smiled at one another every time they crossed paths.

They kissed constantly, and found excuses to make love every chance they got.

The simple life on the ranch had become a paradise for Colleen.

It was a gorgeous Wednesday afternoon as Colleen worked in the garden. The sun was shining above, some of the goats nearby watching and bleating happily at her.

Tucker was out in the pasture tending to weak point in the fence. It wasn’t a problem yet, but if he didn’t see to it soon, a good storm could break it.

Dust from the private drive alerted her to someone approaching. Colleen thought it curious. They’d never had a visitor before.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she took a few breaths and walked toward the house. If they were having visitors, she’d have to clean up a bit.

Dirt covered her arms, and she knew for a fact she’d had to scratch her face a couple of times, so she probably had dirt on her face as well.

As she walked, she glanced toward the drive. The car was moving awfully fast, kicking up a thick dust cloud behind it as it wound the along the road toward the house.

As it looped around the side of the house, she caught a glimpse of the car itself.

Blue sports car.

Colleen froze, her every muscle tightening. It wasn’t possible. Why now? How?

Of all things in this world, Colleen recognized Roland’s car when she saw it.

Seeing it barreling down the road, she remembered the smell of the interior, equal parts body odor and air freshener.

As the car came around the final curve and headed right for the house, the terror in Colleen finally broke the dam of her paralysis, and she fled inside the house. The tires ground to a halt, scraping across the dirt.

“I saw you,” Roland shouted from the car before even opening the door.

Colleen ran to the front door, slamming it closed as he got out of the car. Her shaking fingers wouldn’t grip the locks.

“I saw you, cow! Don’t you hide from me!”

His boots pounded up the wooden steps to the porch, and the screen door flew open, the hinges squeaking.

Colleen gripped the doorknob with both hands as Roland tried to turn it.

“No,” she screamed, the sweat of her hands betraying her hold.

“Open up, you bitch.”

The tears came hot and fast and she shook her head frantically. As the doorknob slipped from her hand, she reached up and finally got her fingers around the latch, and slid it into place.

The door pushed, but hit the lock, and stopped.

When he let go of the doorknob, she quickly locked that and stepped away.

Bang, bang, bang!
His fist beat against the door like a maniac. “Open this up,” he shouted.

“Do you know what I’ve had to go through to find you? You think this door is going to stop me?”

“Go away,” she shouted. “Why are you even here? Just go away!”

“I said open this door!”

Suddenly, the whole front of the house shook as Roland threw himself against the door. The windows shook in their panes, rattling as though they’d break.

Colleen screamed, reaching up and grabbing her hair with both hands. She couldn’t run again. She was so tired of running.

Another slam, this one shaking in her chest. Colleen folded over herself, screaming.

Wood popped as it broke and split into pieces, the door swinging open. There, filling the doorframe was Roland, his face as red as a roasted pig.

Colleen backed away from him, her hands out in front of her. “No, Roland. No!”

“You’re coming back with me.”

“No I’m not.”

“You’re not listening,” he said, and stepped inside. “I’m not asking you.”

“’Scuse me, friend. That’s my door you done busted down.” Tucker’s voice was an angel’s trumpet, and Colleen’s heart soared to hear it.

Roland spun to face the newcomer, but Tucker continued on, undaunted.

“Now, who would pay for that, I wonder.”

“Look pal,” Roland said, taking a step toward Tucker.

As Roland’s body blocked her view, Colleen wasn’t entirely sure what happened next. It’d all happened so fast.

She thought she saw Roland try to throw a sucker-punch, but then Tucker had him forward and in a headlock. In a quick spin, Tucker slammed the top of Roland’s head into the side of the house, punched him in the gut, and then threw him off the porch.

“I got a shotgun inside,” Tucker said, “and forty acres. I doubt anyone would even notice you were missing. You got as long as it takes for me to come back out. I were you, I’d run
real
fast.”

“I’m not afraid of you buddy,” Roland said as he shakily got to his feet, but Tucker was already inside.

As he walked by Colleen, he gave her a wink and disappeared down the hallway.

Did he actually own a gun? She’d never seen it, and he hadn’t mentioned it.

Roland stood there, confused, unsure what to do. Then, from down the hall, Colleen heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun chambering a shell.

“Oh shit,” she laughed.

Then, looking to Roland through the remains of the front door, she said, “You’re dead.”

Dread overcame Roland’s eyes, and he started to back away.

Tucker marched back down the hall, shotgun in hand.

“I love you,” she said as he passed her.

“Right back atcha, darlin’,” he said.

The second he was out the front door, the gun fired. Colleen cried out in surprise, but then giggled as Roland shrieked.

The car engine started, and Tucker fired again. Roland was screaming something now, but over the roaring of the revved engine, she couldn’t make it out. Tires peeled out on the dirt road, Tucker firing again.

Roland’s blue sports car peeled away, disappearing back up the drive.

“Did you hit him?” she asked hopefully.

“Naw,” he said and sat the shotgun down, leaning the barrel against the wall.

“It’s filled with blanks to scare away raccoons.”

“My hero,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Tucker tried to say something back, but she didn’t let his mouth go.

He moved back as she leaned into him, and pressed him up against a support for the roof of the porch. The smart man that he was, he didn’t question her as she undid his pants and pushed them down.

The strength and fearlessness he’d just demonstrated, fighting to protect her, it was simply the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Already she was hot and ready, wet and engorged. She needed him inside her, and now.

For a moment, she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend too much time getting him ready, as she needed to feel him inside, thrusting, taking her with all of his manhood.

To her surprise and joy, when she reached down, a thick shaft filled her palm.

“Ugh,” she groaned, squeezing his erection, “you have no idea how hot it is that I make you so hard.”

“You sure do,” he said, slipping a hand into the bind of the front of her pants.

Colleen gasped as he ran a finger along the slick lips between her legs.

“I love that I do this to you. What a pair we make, huh?”

Colleen grinned and kissed him. Unwilling to bother with her pants, she simply pushed them down to her thighs and moved him behind her.

Tucker grabbed her by the hips and pushed himself inside of her. She gasped, gripping the railing of the porch. As he took her, thrusting over and over, Colleen moaned and looked out at the ranch.

This was her home now, and this was how she’d live the rest of her life.

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