Rhett's Branding
Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 3

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“And then he turns and yells, ‘Bubba, you never said she was a goat!’”

Rhett threw his head back in laughter. The large group that had formed around them bellied over at Bubba’s punch line. He was really having fun.

But although he may have looked carefree on the outside, he was careful to never let Scarlett out of his sight. He pretended not to notice all the men staring at his mate like she was the ripest watermelon in town, but his own predatory instincts could instantly decipher the competitive way they looked him over. Well, they weren’t getting anywhere with his Scarlett. She wasn’t just his average arm candy. She was his mate, and only his brothers were lucky enough to share that right.

“I love this song,” she said softly to him as she placed a tiny hand on his chest. He listened for what song was playing and groaned aloud when he realized what it was. Willie Nelson’s “Always on My Mind”—a slow song. 

“Gee, Scarlett, I’m not really in the mood for—” He stopped midsentence when he noticed several cowboys and farmers slowly honing in on Scarlett, their target clear as day. “On second thought”—he grabbed her hand and began to lead her to the dance floor—“I’d be happy to have this dance.”

The warm, focused smile on her face indicated she was completely oblivious to the other men exchanging disappointed glances with each other once they saw she’d been claimed. If only they knew how claimed she really was. She was quick to wrap her arm around his waist as she held his hand in the other. He could sense the intense happiness within her. It made her scent sweeter. She obviously didn’t catch on that he’d agreed to the dance purely on raw possessiveness. He smiled back to keep the act going.

He slightly flinched when she placed her soft head against his hard chest. He was amazed at how comfortable she felt there, as if her tiny form were made for that very moment. “Rhett?”

He swallowed hard, keeping down the sudden emotion threatening to break through. He chalked it up to too much dark beer. “Yes, darlin’?” He cursed the way his voice had cracked nervously. What the hell was getting into him?

“I’m having so much fun.” She looked up at him, grabbed his face, and brought his mouth to hers, her kiss instantly making his cock rock hard with that wicked tongue. “I love you,” she whispered when she broke away.

In a quick attempt to hide the dumb look that was probably on his face, he bent down to hold his mate cheek-to-cheek as they glided across the floor. Everyone and everything around them seemed to disappear into the shadows. All he was aware of was the heartache in the music, Scarlett’s soft breathing, and the odd emotion clutching his chest.

He reached to lightly place a hand behind her head. He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he was unsure of the show of affection, but then Scarlett snuggled her head on his shoulder. As if sealing an envelope with a kiss, that one little move seemed to seal his love for her. His eyes shut, and he released a long sigh of relief, as if the exhaustion of holding his emotions in had finally been freed.

If he wanted to keep Scarlett, he had to let go of the shield he held in front of him. He had to admit to himself that it was for the best. He had to accept the risk of not only heartbreak but death should she leave him. Of course, he loved Scarlett, but he wasn’t one to express any sort of feelings, and he had no intention of ever becoming that kind of man. Yet as he inhaled her sweet scent, felt the warm press of her soft breasts against his aching chest, he knew Scarlett’s heart was worth the risk.

How could he ever dream of living a day without seeing her smile up at him in the morning or without falling asleep as they told each other stories well into the night? He bit his bottom lip as his heart broke at the thought.

Before he knew it, Scarlett was suddenly pulling back from him with an amused smile on her face. “Rhett, the music stopped.”

He pulled her back to him, and she gasped in surprise as he whispered in her ear, “What music, darlin’?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Scarlett shivered with anticipating need as he began to lick a slow trail from her belly button, up her torso, and to her heaving mounds. She looked over at the gas attendant, already fisting his hard cock with an eager hand, his soft groans seeming to caress her body with the erotic sounds alone.

When Rhett flicked her left nipple with his tongue, she jerked from the surprise of the contact, having not seen what was coming due to being distracted by the stranger jacking off in the corner.

“Ooh, yeah,” Rhett drawled, obviously loving her intense reaction. He may not always be a Casanova, but she couldn’t help the way he set her entire body on fire with the slightest touch.

“She’s like an angel,” the young man whispered as he pulled out his balls then juggled them with one hand.

“She sure is.” Rhett knelt in front of her and pushed her legs wide open then inhaled. “And this is heaven.”

She propped herself on her elbows for a better look, watching as Rhett fished out his own giant cock from his tight jeans. She noted that though the stranger had a large cock, Rhett’s trumped his size by comparison.

He spread her swollen pussy lips with his fingers, leaned in, then lightly bit on her right labia, just slightly pulling it a little. It was amazing how many nerve endings sparked to life when he did that.

“You’re teasing me,” she pouted, but he only winked at her before slowly moving his mouth to her other pussy lip.

“She’s a good girl. Don’t tease her,” the gas attendant pleaded in a soft voice, and she liked him a little more for it.

With that, Rhett released his hold then gave her one long lick from her asshole up then suckled on her swollen clit. She screamed out in ecstasy as she grasped on to his wild blond waves. He pressed his mouth harder into her pussy, and she watched his eyes set ablaze with orange longhorn passion. She was thankful the stranger couldn’t see his eyes from where he sat. He seemed like a nice young man, and she didn’t want to scare him. The young man’s eyes were bouncing from her face, to her tits, to her pussy, then back again.

She smiled when they made eye contact. Wanting to have a little fun with him, she pinched her hard nipples teasingly, the pleasure-pain making her moan deeply.

“Fuck yeah, give me a show, baby,” he said softly as his pulls became more aggressive. 

 “Don’t call her ‘baby.’” Rhett growled deeply against her cunt, making her shudder from the vibration.

She noticed he’d made sure not to turn his orange eyes to the young man, but from the audible swallow that came from the gas attendant, she was pretty sure he got the point. He might be allowed to enjoy their performance, but Scarlett only belonged to the Lenox brothers. Except for the slapping sound he made as he tugged his cock, the gas attendant remained silent for the remainder of the scene.

She locked eyes with Rhett as he feasted on her sopping pussy, surprised with how much she was really enjoying being watched. He pulled away for a brief moment to watch a single finger disappear into her wet cunt, and her thighs immediately began to shake from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

“Damn, I love how tight and wet this pussy is—my pussy. Isn’t that right, baby?” he murmured right as he began to circle her hardened clit with his rough thumb pad. He wasn’t as smart as she thought he was if he really expected her to form a sensible thought when he was doing that to her. Instead of replying, she just panted his name over and over, and she could tell by his wild, orange eyes that he enjoyed it every time.

“Fuck me,” Scarlett softly begged as she reached a hand out to him.

“Yeah, fuck her,” the gas attended whispered, the tip of his cock now glistening with pre-cum as he fisted it quickly.

Rhett smiled then stood and unbuckled his large belt buckle. He pulled his shirt off, and she couldn’t suppress her small gasp at the way each muscle of his torso flexed with the action. In one quick movement, he wrapped his thick arm around her small waist and pulled her body against his, and his cock impaled her cunt almost painfully.

“Oh!” she cried out at the sting, but her pussy was quick to adjust, and her sheath loosened slightly around him. As he thrust his hot flesh in and out of her wet pussy, he reached down and softly pinched her clit, causing her to scream out.

Rhett fucked her on the hood of the car while a total stranger watched and masturbated. She was almost ashamed to admit she loved it. His light-colored pubic hair glistened with her pussy cream, and the smell of sex clung to the stuffy air of the garage. Rhett leaned down over her and sucked on her hard, pink nipples, forcing her to arch her body toward him, begging him to fuck her harder.

He took the hint and impaled her roughly. But as he did so, he’d very gently lick a small spot on the left side of her throat before blowing his cool breath on it, giving her shivers everywhere. The combination of the light kisses and the hard fucking made her lightheaded with desire.