Bucking Bronco_Sugar County Boys_Book 1

  “You want me to?”

  My face goes red, my breath catches.

  “You know what though, darlin?” he purrs, inching closer until I can feel the heat of his words against my lips. “I thought I’d start with just kissin’ you.”

  And then he does, and the whole damn world explodes around me.

  Chapter 4

  Colton

  Blood roars in my ears, my pulse thundering like a stallion hooves on fresh earth. Her lips taste like tupelo honey, and her moans tease through my ears like candy as she opens that mouth for me.

  I grab her, holding her tight like I never want to let her go. Fuck I don’t even know for sure whose side she’s on, or if she’s even on a side. Hell, she could be a dyed-in-the-wool Banner for all I know. If I hadn’t patted her down, I might even wonder if she might stick a gun in my ribs and pull the trigger.

  But none of that matters. Not after I kiss that mouth. Hell, she could pull a gun and shoot me, and I’d still wanna be kissing those lips. The sides, the wondering who the hell she is? None of it matters as I feel her melt into me, her lips tasting mine.

  It’s feral, and wild, and suddenly, it's like a goddamn wall comes crashing down. My hands slide into her hair, pulling it enough to make her gasp. She pulls away from my lips, hissing, but with this fire in her eyes that sets me ablaze. My cock throbs rock hard against my jeans, and I know damn well she can feel every thick, throbbing inch of me pulsing hard against that sweet little cunt. Her skirt’s all torn and ridden up around her hips, and her creamy thighs squeeze tight around my hips.

  And I know she can feel my cock because she moves on it. She wriggles those hips, and I can feel her hot little pussy right through the denim and her soaked, sticky panties.

  I knew what I saw when I caught her dreaming. I know what I heard moaning from those sultry lips. This girl was getting fucked in dreamland.

  I wasn’t bullshitting her before. I’m not that kinda guy who she maybe thought I was when I carried her like a goddamn caveman into my house and tossed her down on the couch. Same as I’m not the kind of guy who’d do anything with a girl passed out on anesthesia, even if she is tempting as hell and tied to my damn bed.

  …But a man can get to thinking all sorts of wicked thoughts, especially when he’s got a little firecracker like Tara spread out and tied to his headboard. No, I didn’t touch her last night. I didn’t take any liberties, because I am not that man.

  But carrying her up there was torture. Watching that skirt pull up high on her thighs and giving me just a peek of those little lacy white panties was rough. Wrapping those ties around her wrists and looping them through the iron rings of the headboard had my cock aching for release. I didn’t touch her, but the second I left that room, my hands touched something alright.

  I barely made it past the threshold, groaning as I sank against the doorframe and tore at my belt. My zipper followed, and when I wrapped my hand around my throbbing, aching cock, I groaned in pleasure. I grunted, stroking my thick shaft, watching the thick white precum bead at the tip and trickle down the underside to drip from my balls.

  My eyes had darted back into the room, landing right on my pretty little captive as I started to stroke faster. Not touching her, and part of me felt like being physically out of the room — even if it was just outside the door — made it better. But I knew I wouldn’t have been able to stop even if I decided it was wrong.

  Not a chance.

  I’d stroked, and growled, and let my eyes burn hot over her tight little body, relishing the sight of those little lacy panties and remembering the feel of those smooth long legs and those tempting curves in my hands as I’d carried her back from the woods. And then she’d started to moan in her sleep, and I was lost. Soft little mewling sounds whimpering from her lips — her thighs squeezing together and her gasps coming fast, like she was getting fucked right in front of me.

  My cock swelled, my head swam, and before I knew it, I wasn’t even able to hold back anymore.

  My cum had blasted from my swollen head, pumping in thick ropes across the hardwood floor as my tempting little angel moaned so sweetly in her sleep not ten feet away.

  And now here we were — her open and panting and swollen from my kisses, her eyes wild and hungry, and her hips softly rolling into mine.

  My mouth drops to her neck, my hands gripping her tightly as she moans. I kiss the sensitive skin there, biting her just enough to make her know she’s mine as my fingers dig into her skin. I yank her skirt up even more, lifting it up to her waist and letting my hands slide down over the soft curves of her. I grab her possessively, groaning into her neck as I start to grind her against my bulge.

  “This what you do to all your trespassers?” she gasps, moaning as her hands cup my jawline and her mouth hungrily drops to my lips. I growl into her, kissing her hard enough to bruise as my hands slide up over her hips and over every rib. I yank at her blouse, making her moan into my mouth as I tear her shirt right open. She cries out, gasping and attacking me even harder. Her bra is next, and when I yank that away, I groan as my fingers find her hard, pebbled little pink nipples.

  “Only pretty little ones like you who try and pull a gun on me.”

  “That almost sounded like a compliment,” she moans deeply. Her hands drop to my t-shirt, shoving it up my chest and letting her her fingertips trace over my rippling abs and my rock-hard chest.

  “Darlin, I could flatter you all day, or you could bring that sweet little pussy up here and sit right down on my mouth.”

  Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops as the heat blazes over her face.

  Oh, I reckon no one’s ever talked to her like that. I’m betting no man has ever had the balls to look this little filly in the eye, see the wild fire blazing inside of her, and tell her everything she always wished a man would say to her.

  She whimpers at my words, and I know damn well that I’m right.

  “Just like this, sweetheart,” I groan, my hands sliding to her ass and cupping it possessively. I growl, my muscles rippling as I pull her up. She moans, but she lets me move her, dragging her panty-covered pussy up my torso until I’ve got her on her knees right over my mouth. My fingers slip into either side of her panties, and I just fuckin’ rip ‘em.

  Tara whimpers, panting as I toss her ruined panties away and let my eyes feast on her sweet, pink, glistening, gorgeous little cunt. My hands slide up her thighs, my eyes dragging up over her body until they lock with her heated, wild, gaze.

  “Come here, darlin,” I groan. “I wanna feel your ride this tongue.”

  She moans, her mouth hanging open in lust. My hands slide to her bare ass, grabbing her tight and pulling her down against my hungry mouth. I know this is wild, and reckless, and all sorts of stupid, but there’s no way I’m not gonna taste her right now.

  “Bring this pretty pussy right here,” I groan as I pull her right against me. Tara cries out as her gorgeous little cunt settles on my mouth. My tongue pushes deep, my groans rumbling through her as I start to rock her hips against my chin — guiding her, showing her how to fuck my tongue with her pussy.

  She throws her head back, her soft breasts heaving and her nipples hard as little rocks. I growl into her, dragging my tongue up and down her lips before plunging it deeply back in. Her hands skim her own body, shrugging the ripped remains of her blouse away and letting her fingers tease over her skin.

  “Play with your nipples for me, beautiful,” I groan, making her whimper. “Pinch them for me. Roll them in your fingers while you ride my tongue.”

  She does what I tell her to do, her cries of pleasure only getting louder as her hips buck against me. My tongue slips up to swirl around her clit, teasing her little nub and making her gasp. One of her hands drops to my hair, and I growl as her fingers tighten in it, holding me to her dripping wet, sugary sweet pussy as I lick her for every drop.

  But I want fuckin’ more.

  She squeals as I hook my arms under the backs of her knees, g
ripping her ass I rise up. I hold her there, her legs over my shoulders and her pussy right in my face as I stand, my muscles rippling.

  “Oh shit,” she moans, panting and writhing against my tongue as I storm from the bottom of the stairs where we crashed together into the living room. Yeah I’ll make another wager. I’ll wager this pretty little thing ain’t never been with a man who can toss her around like this.

  She squeals in pleasure again as I lay her out across the couch, and when I grab the backs of her thighs and push her legs wide apart and up high, her moans are the only thing I can hear. My tongue finds her slippery, juicy pussy, and I start to tease her all over again — dragging up and down her lips, swirling it around her clit, and then plunging inside to fuck her with my tongue.

  “You wanna know what I do to pretty little trespassers like you, darlin?” I growl, dropping a hand to yank my belt away and tug my zipper down. My jeans slide over my hips, and my cock springs free into my hand.

  “Show me,” she gasps.

  “I make them come for me. So how about you be a good girl and come for me, darlin? Be a good girl and make this pretty little cunt come all over my fucking tongue.”

  You’d think I stuck her with a cattle prod. Tara screams in pleasure, and her whole damn body arches off the couch, her pussy pushing right against my mouth. I groan, tonguing her right through the climax as she bucks against me, her hands clawing at the couch and my hair and her sweet cream dripping over my tongue like summertime honey.

  Oh now this is gonna be trouble alright. Because now? Shit, now I just want more. Now I want it all.

  Chapter 5

  Colton

  I growl, still tasting her sweet juices as she shudders through her orgasm. My tongue teases up and down her petty little pussy, licking up every drop of her sweet girl-cum. Fuck she tastes like heaven and moves like a hellcat, this one.

  I kiss and nibble her thigh before I slide up her body, her legs spreading for me as I yank the rest of my clothes away — throwing my t-shirt across the room and kicking my jeans off. I growl as I go for her skirt — still bunched around her waist. I can’t find the zipper, and the damn thing is already half torn anyways, so I just rip it right up the seam.

  Fire sparks in her eyes when I do it too, and when I lean in, she yanks me against her. She moans, wrapping her legs tight around my waist and kissing my mouth hungrily. Her teeth nip my lip, sparking the fire inside of me and making my blood run hot.

  “Eager little thing,” I growl.

  “Arrogant prick,” she moans.

  “Prissy little city girl,” I groan back, kissing her harder.

  Fuck do I want her. I want to plunge balls-deep into that sweet little honeypot between her thighs and not stop until her slick juices coat her thighs. I want to claim her so that she never forgets the feel of me filling her up and pumping her so full of my cum. I groan, glancing down and letting my aching, swollen cock head graze across her pussy. Her soft, velvety pink lips part, kissing my crown.

  I tease it over her clit, making her whimper as thick pearly-white precum drips from my head and trickles down all over her, making her sticky with my seed. Fuck, I imagine giving her more than that. My balls tighten at the thought of sliding inside of her and letting go - letting every drop of my cum spurt deep against her womb.

  I want to breed her.

  Those sweet little pussy lips kiss my head, begging me to plunge inside.

  “This your thing?” Tara pants. “Trapping girls on your property and having your way with them?”

  “This your thing? Feeling this little pussy get soaking fucking wet for a man who tied you up?”

  She moans wildly, her hands sliding around the back of my neck to yank me against her mouth. I growl as I kiss her, sliding my hand between us to grip my cock and line it up, ready to plunge inside her hot little cunt.

  The knock on the door has her jolting under me, and my temper roaring as I whirl and glare at the front door through the next room.

  I don’t get visitors.

  The knocking comes again, and my muscles tense this time, my senses tingling. Yeah, I’m not expecting anyone. And no one around here would think it a good idea just to “drop by” unannounced.

  My jaw twitches as I turn back Tara.

  “I need you to wait right here,” I growl under my breath. Reluctantly, I pull away from her, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and covering her with it. I yank my jeans and shirt on.

  “Don’t move, darlin.”

  I step out of the living room, closing the double doors behind me and turning towards my front porch. I snag the Smith and Wesson I keep in the side table by the front door, slipping it into my holster and covering it with the shirt as I reach for the doorknob. I glance out the side window, my eyes landing on the red pickup truck in my driveway.

  …The one with “Banner’s Tree Removal” on the side of it.

  Fuck.

  This is gonna be trouble.

  * * *

  “Jessie,” I growl, eyeing the heavyset man with the five o’clock shadow standing on my front porch.

  “Colton,” he drawls, his lip full of chewing tobacco as he eyes me. Jessie Banner is the nephew of Lawson Banner — the head of the Banner family. Jessie runs one of the fronts for his family — a lawn care and tree removal business that cares for zero lawns and cuts down zero trees. We stare each other down, like two old gunslingers at high noon, the tension running thick in the air.

  And in another time, that’s what we might be — gunslingers ready to pull at twenty-five paces.

  Jessie is a higher-up in the Banner family business. If this were the mafia, you’d call him a Lieutenant I guess. But out here in the country though, we just know what he is.

  A thug. A thug with some power, actually, which makes him even more dangerous.

  “What can I do for you, Jessie?”

  He eyes me, turning to spit a thick black wad of chewing spit out. The thing splats on my porch, and I can feel my muscles tense as the growl rumbles through me.

  “Do that again and we’re going to have a problem,” I hiss.

  He just smiles.

  “I’m lookin’ for something,” he drawls. “Thought you mighta found it.”

  “Be more specific.”

  He just keeps smiling that creepy smile at me. “Something that’s got something that belongs to me and mine.”

  I hold his gaze. “Can you describe the something, Jessie?”

  His brow narrows as he holds a hand up, palm down.

  “Oh, yay high, brown hair, cute little ass, very fuckable mouth.”

  I want to roar. I want to tackle him off my porch and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. Because I instantly know what he’s after. I know who he’s after, and this fat piece of shit talking about Tara like that burns somethin’ fierce inside of me. But I hold back, somehow. Wrestling Jessie Banner on my front porch is a great way to kick his ass now, and then get mine handed to me by five of his guys later.

  “Afraid I can’t help you,” I say slowly, my eyes locked on his.

  Jessie’s face darkens. “Don’t fuck with me here, Colton. I know you’re not in the business and all, but I’m not fucking around. We found her car up by your perimeter road.”

  “Well, why don’t you hunt around up there for this missing…something?”

  Jessie eyes me. “‘Cause I’m not stupid, Colton. ‘Cause I know about them little traps you got up in those woods like it’s the Vietcong or some shit.”

  I grin and Jessie’s scowl only deepens.

  “Hand her over, Bronson!”

  “No idea what you’re talking about, Jessie.”

  I lift up my shirt, flashing him the cold steel of the gun.

  “But I think we’re about done with this social call.”

  His eyes narrow dangerously, his face going red. “You better watch it, Colton.”

  He turns, hawking up another wad of spit. But this time, the gun is out and hammer click
ing before he gets the chance, and he freezes. Slowly, he turns his head to stare at me.

  “Gonna shoot me, Colton?”

  “You spit on my fucking porch again and I will.”

  Jessie eyes me, like he’s contemplating doing it just to see if I’m bluffing. Twenty seconds go by before slowly, he shrugs.

  “Whatever.”

  He steps off the porch, making a point of spitting on the ground about a quarter of inch away from the porch itself and then grinning at me.

  What an asshole.

  “Be seeing you soon, Colton. You find what I’m lookin’ for, and I just might forget to tell my Uncle that you drew on me.”

  His truck rumbles to life and peels out, kicking up gravel as he roars off down my drive.

  Chapter 6

  Tara

  “What was that?”

  I swallow, tightening the blanket around myself as he steps back into the room.

  The blanket, because, you know, my clothes are in shreds across his floor. And I’m still trying to figure out how I got to this point — trapped in the woods, captured by this rough, wild rancher. And now having one of the hottest times of my life with him while he manhandles me and touches me like no one ever has.

  I couldn’t hear much, but I caught a glimpse of the man he was talking to out on the front porch. I also caught a glimpse of him leveling a gun at that man for a second.

  “You don’t work for Synergy Coal Consultants,” he says quietly, setting the gun down.

  I roll my eyes. This again? Really? The not believing who I say I am? I mean, call me naive, but I thought we’d passed that point when we’d started tearing each other’s clothes off.

  “Okay, yeah we’re done here,” I hiss, turning away from him. “You know what, I should just go—”

  “Because there is no Synergy Coal Consultants.”

  I turn and stare at him. “Pardon?”

  “Do you have an office?”