Speed, Lust, and a Second Chance (MF)

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

Abbie Portland ran for her bright red MINI Cooper with her long, blonde hair whipping about her face as she scrambled to make it to the hangar before Kyle pulled her plane in. That was one hell of a run, placing him in third place overall. Still, the qualifying runs flew solo. It remained to be seen how he would do when he faced top-notch competition in the air to compete against.

One old guy turned white as Abbie swerved around him. Sorry. More people would be in front of her in minutes as the other spectators left the infield. She decided to make a dash across the grass, which might cost her later, but she had no time to waste. The plane’s engine needed proper cooling to be able to stay in top performance and the after-race preventive oil needed to be added as soon as the plane entered the hangar.

Kyle taxied Abbie’s newly designed racing plane in as she screeched around the corner of the hangar. Good. She had arrived in time. She jumped from the MINI and rolled her hands to indicate he needed to keep the motor running and allow the engine to cool slowly. He responded with a thumbs-up and the smile of a cowboy who’d just lassoed his first calf.

In spite of his reputation with women, how could she refuse a smile coming from such a cowboy charmer? But no—she needed to as she tore herself from his charismatic latch on her heart. Quickly recomposing her thoughts, she hunted for a chock to block the tires from rolling.

She knew he must have thought he won. She would give him his moment. But really, third place represented the best place to be at this point. She wanted him, needed him, cocky, but not overly confident. He faced stiff competition in a few days.

Minutes later, the monster motor sputtered and died as he opened the door. “Yahoooo.”

Abbie watched Kyle attempt to dance out of the plane as he struggled with his G suit. Okay. It wasn’t the same as the chaps he normally wore, but it was completely necessary. Draining all of the blood out of his head and into his legs on turns which could exceed 6 g’s would put a quick halt in their hopes to win the tournament.

Abbie rushed to the side of the wing and helped him unsnap the G suit with a sudden fear of Kyle ripping the only suit she owned.

However, once she was inside his range, he reached over and pulled her closer to him. “Come here, beautiful, and give me a kiss.”

A Boston socialite he would never be. However, Kyle’s muscles weren’t formed in a pansy-antsy gym. He was the real thing, the product of hard work on a tough Texas ranch where his family bred the top rodeo bulls in the country. With four national rodeo championships under his belt by the time he reached the age of twenty-four, he dominated the pro rodeo circuit.

The Grand Prix plane racing offered a temptation he couldn’t resist. She knew his daredevil and sometimes reckless actions might be a problem, but it was her job to harness this sinfully delicious stud and prove she knew how to design the best planes in the world. He definitely handled her prototype like a master today.

In two days she would be returning to her world and Kyle back to his, where both would be pursuing their own dreams. However, he had been trying to bed her from day one and had no clue he was going to get lucky tonight.

Words of Alicia Black, her girlfriend back in Boston, rang so clear in her mind. “Be sure you find a real Texas cowboy.” And when asked how she could do that, Alicia responded, “When you’re in the bars and a guy comes next to you and tries to stick it to you—he’s not a Texan. A true Texas cowboy will stick it to you and then walk up on you.”

Abbie continued to work on the G suit as she massaged Kyle’s legs to increase the circulation cut off by its heavy, viselike grip. “Easy, girl, first we need to do some celebrating tonight.”

Okay—maybe this bull-riding champion knew he’d be riding high tonight after all as she did plan to give this daredevil cowboy the wildest ride of his life.

Adult Excerpt

Kyle shut his hotel door behind him and turned the lock. His heart beat fast as he paced himself. He had dreamed of this moment for a long time. Abbie was the only girl he had ever met who made him nervous. With most girls he knew what to expect. Tonight he had no clue.

 Abbie walked toward the bed and stopped. “Not that I’m shy or anything, but is it okay if we turn out the lights first?”

Kyle smiled as he reached for the switch. “No, not at all.”

With the main lights out, only a low, filtered light coming from the window allowed him to see anything. She didn’t hesitate and immediately began to undress in front of him. Layer by layer, she started to peel off her clothes. First her jacket, then her blouse, and without delay, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. The sight of her breasts sent a small shudder along his skin and hardened his cock. He had never been more ready than now to make love to a woman.

While Abbie had taken time to fold her clothes and place them on a side table, he rushed to let his shirt and pants hit the floor. Hobbling to a nearby chair, he needed to sit to remove his boots.

Her body seemed to glow in the low, romantic, dreamlike lighting as she lowered her pants, revealing a small black thong. Her long, slim legs looked firm as his eyes locked on the skimpy panties.

He stood and dropped his shorts as he wondered how she would react to his cock already standing at attention. He stepped closer to her and placed his hand behind her head and ran his fingers through her hair.

Abbie responded quickly by kissing him directly on his lips. Her lips, soft but firm, excited him as he tasted the lipstick she wore, greasing the connection between them. This kiss was much more passionate than any previous kiss, as if she had an agenda to accomplish.

Kyle used his free hand to reach behind her and squeeze her butt. Previous times she had stopped him here. Tonight she appeared to be welcoming his moves. The material on the thong felt silky, sexy.

Abbie slid her hand along his chest, massaging him with a sweet, teasing sensation. His cock ached with anticipation. He wanted to move to the bed, but he waited for her to discover how big he was.

Abbie’s muscles tightened as she touched him. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow with you.”

“You’re huge.” She slipped her hand around his cock and explored the length.

“Here. Let’s get on the bed.” He reached for the side of her thong and worked fingers under it, pulling it lower. She wiggled her ass, and the little black nothing fell to the floor.

They lowered onto the bed as Kyle snuggled in closer to her. He reached for her breasts, studying them in the dim light with his explorative massage. Her nipples hardened quickly as he pinched them between his fingers. He wanted to suck on them but considered the main challenge he had to overcome. Could she handle him without too much pain?

Her fingers playing with him urged him on. “I guess what I heard about everything being bigger in Texas is true after all.”

While her words built his ego, he felt more concerned about her. It was time to see what she was like. He rubbed her well-toned stomach on the way lower. She had shaved, an interesting but expected conclusion to who she was—one very sexy lady.

Her clit felt small and firm, not a hint of moisture—he had work to do. He studied her clit, looking for the magical button to excite her. When he felt her moan, he knew she would get wet soon. He studied her folds, edging inside her pussy slightly to moisten his finger. Damn, she felt tight. If she couldn’t take two fingers, he sure couldn’t fuck her.

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Abbie stroked his cock again. How in the hell was she going to let him stick his monster inside of her pussy? She had several boyfriends over her life, but nothing like this. This could do some major damage. She gritted her teeth together as she prepared herself for what would happen next. What had she gotten herself into?

His fingers felt nice, very nice, but the thought of him screwing her made her tighten. She also never had a problem getting wet before. Would it be possible to give him a quick hand job before he realized what was going on?

“Relax. I can feel your muscles contracting.”

Okay, so he was attentive—good. “I don’t want to be hurt. I know I owe you.”

“No, Abbie, you don’t…owe me. This is for both of us.” She felt him shift his position where he could kiss her lips again, allowing her mind to relax and enjoy the moment.

His massage on her clit increased in intensity and pressure. For a moment she forgot about the pain he might cause and allowed herself to enjoy his attention. He entered her again with a finger, stretching her slightly, before he attempted to press in two fingers, stretching her more.

“If I hurt you, let me know.” He lifted on an elbow and began to climb on top of her. Not only was he thick, he was long. He breathed slowly as he watched for any signs of pleasure, or pain. The tip pressed forward. She moaned. He waited for several seconds and tried again. This time he slid in slightly.

She moaned louder as she grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her. “Please don’t stop. It will only hurt for a minute. I want you inside me.”

That was all he needed to hear as he thrust harder and deeper. She squealed. “Don’t stop. Fuck me, cowboy.”