The Tall Texan (MMM)

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

He nonchalantly stepped up to her and said, “Sable Denis?”

She looked up at him with those liquid blue eyes, and his heart melted. The picture he saw of her didn’t do her justice, but what photograph does? The picture made her look stiff and scared and much like a little girl, but she was definitely a woman. A woman so beautiful, her beauty almost hurt his eyes.

“My name is—”

“Tom? Bill? Dave?” She smiled mischievously and cocked her head teasingly. “I’ll bet you’re…Storm.”

A sense of humor, Storm thought and smiled as he took her hand and pressed it to his lips. “I’m very happy to meet you.”

She withdrew her hand from his, drew it up to her face, and rubbed it softly against her cheek. “Very continental.”

Her voice was like a melody. A husky, sexy melody. He could tell by looking at her expensive clothes that she was a worldly woman. A woman that any man would be proud to call his wife.

“My buggy is this way.”

“Your buggy? But the hotel is right here.”

“Oh, yes. Well, things have changed since we last talked. At that time, I was living at Thun…uh, somewhere else and thought you would be more comfortable at the hotel. However, I just recently…well, now’s not the time to discuss it, but the fact is, it’s very comfortable there, and I see no reason why you can’t stay there instead of the hotel. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Storm, please don’t think me unappreciative, but I’m a city girl, and the idea of staying on a ranch way out on some prairie gives me chills. I hope you don’t mind if I stay here.”

“Not if that’s what you want. I suppose the first thing we should do is get you a room.”

“I agree, Storm.” She gave him a searching look and then said, “Interesting name, but I would imagine there are all kinds of things I would find interesting about you.”

Storm felt a hot flush color his face. Was she flirting with him or simply making conversation? Either way, he felt like a schoolboy in her presence. The strange thing was he found himself imagining what a night in her arms would be like. He couldn’t seem to stop his gaze from moving along her body from top to bottom, especially from her trim waist to her extremely full bosom. He found himself almost wishing this was going to be a real marriage instead of one of convenience.

She interrupted his thoughts by saying, “You’re even taller than I imagined.”

“Be careful of the step there.”

She looked down and navigated it perfectly before she looked up at him. “A girl could get mighty used to being taken care of by you…Storm.”

“You’d better take my arm.”

She replied with a smile and took it as if he were a beau and they were out on a Sunday walk in the park.

With as much gentleness as Storm could manage, he walked her along the boardwalk until they got to the hotel where Storm opened the door for her. He noticed her looking around at everything and realized being from the east she might find everything a bit unusual.

“It must be a lot different than Boston.”

She smiled up at him. “It is, but that doesn’t mean Boston is better.”

What a nice thing to say, Storm thought. “It couldn’t be that you’re a nice person, could it?”

She laughed. “I’ve been accused of worse things.”

“Saul tells me you were engaged.”

She reached up and touched his lips with a soft, fragrant finger. “Tut, tut. Questions later. Remember?”

If Storm didn’t know better, he’d think those were definitely the words and actions of a flirt, but if she was a flirt, she was an Eastern flirt, and that was entirely different. Her flirting was not flamboyant, but contained. He could see her dressed in her finest, flirting with the men in a drawing room. Men dressed in lace shirts and using hankies. Men that didn’t want to dirty themselves up with sex. It’s all she knew, and no matter how far west she came, she would always bring those drawing room manners with her.

This is where the east meets the west, he thought and began to wonder what kind of explosion it would make.

When they reached the desk, Storm slapped the bell down, and an older man dressed in the clothes of a banker stepped out of the back room. “Hello, Storm.” He cut his gaze toward the young woman and then back up at Storm. “Need a room?” he said with a wink.

Storm reached out and grabbed the man’s collar and brutally jerked him forward. “Look, you weasel, this here’s a lady, got that? Now, apologize.”

“I didn’t…”

“Apologize!”

The clerk looked at Sable and said, “I…I apologize…”

“For actin’ like a horse’s butt!” Storm continued for him. When the man was silent, Storm shook him and said, “Say it!”

“…f–for actin’ like a h–horse’s b–butt.”

Storm released him. “That’s better. Just so you know, this is a lady. Her name is Sable Denis, and I won’t stand for her bein’ treated like a tramp, got it?”

“Y–Yes, s–sir.”

Storm grabbed one of the keys and said, “We’ll take this one.”

He turned to Sable and took a deep breath. “Sorry for that.” He put his hand on the small of her back and led her up the steps to her room. “I know these rooms. This one is particularly light and airy. I think you’ll be very comfortable there.”

As soon as she got in the room, she turned to him, slid her hands up his muscled chest and around his neck. With her hands on the back of his head, she pulled him down to her, opened her mouth, and kissed him. “That’s for defending my honor,” she whispered.

Adult Excerpt

Storm looked up when he heard a board creaking. It was Sable, gliding down the stairs as if she were walking on air. His eyes shifted back to his book, and he continued reading. Even though he tried to concentrate, he was aware of every move she made—until she stood before him.

“Braun’s Mystery of the Mind?” She chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or not.”

“They’re beginning a study of the mind of man. I thought it might be interesting to read about why some people act the way they do.”

“Meaning me?”

“You said it, I didn’t,” he said, going back to his reading.

“I can’t sleep,” she said with a whine in her voice.

“Sorry,” he replied as if he were involved in the book.

She walked around the room touching things and cutting her eyes back at him, but he kept reading his book. Finally, she came and stood before him again, demanding he look at her.

He finally put the book down and said, “What is it, Sable?”

“I want you to start teaching me again. You know, all the cowboy stuff. My riding lessons, how to tie a lasso, and all the other stuff you were teaching me.”

Storm picked up the book and began reading again. “No,” he said simply.

“But why?”

“Why bother? You’ll be leaving in a couple of weeks.”

“I will?”

“Of course. That was the agreement. We would stay married a month, and then you’d go back home.”

“But it hasn’t been a month, has it?”

“To you, maybe,” he mumbled sarcastically. “To me, it’s been a lifetime.” Suddenly, he felt a swipe, and the book went flying out of his hand. All that was left was Sable, standing there looking at him with her little girl look of stubbornness.

“Pay attention to me!”

Storm slowly arose, his large frame coming forward as she backed up. “You want me to pay attention to you?”

“I want you, Storm. I want things the way they were before. I want you to make love to me!”

“Oh? Is that all you want? You just want me to make love to you?”

She nodded her head, her eyes wide and frightened as he continued to back her up until she fell against the first step of the staircase.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her, swept her up in his arms, and ran up the steep staircase. When he got to her room, he burst through the door with her and threw her on the bed. He began ripping at her clothes with one hand while he unbuckled his jeans with the other.

When he laid himself over her, she put her arms around him and said, “Oh, God, Storm. This is what I’ve wanted for so long.”

“You’re sure? You want me to make love to you?”

“Oh, yes!”

Storm’s eyes darkened with anger as he looked down at her and said, “If I have to make love with you, bitch, I’m going to do it the way I want to.” He quickly turned Sable over and stretched her crack open, finding her hole. With a hard thrust, he inserted a couple of fingers and stretched her out, and then he slowly inserted his cock.

* * * *

Sable’s eyes widened in surprise when she felt his cock entering her ass. “Oh, God,” she screamed. “What are you doing?”

“You asked me to make love to you, and that’s what I’m doing. I told you I’m a man’s man, and this is the way I make love to a man. We’ll just pretend your name is Sam.”

She gasped when suddenly she felt his cock plunge into her hard and fast. It was rough and tumble, but she rode with him, each plunge bringing a grunt and a groan from each of them, a dark, musky sensation rising and taking them to a different plateau. Sable didn’t know it was possible. It was good that night with Curt, but with Storm, it was different. She’d never known love like this until she came out west. She loved the feel of his front to her back, the feel of his hot breath on her face. She loved it when he nibbled her ear, and she loved it when his hands covered her breasts and then went down and played with her clit. Oh, God, so many sensations, she felt like she was in a heaven like no other.

She didn’t know if Storm was trying to torment her or please her, but it was the most exciting experience she’d ever had. They rode together, their bodies bouncing while his cock continued to pump in and out of her, sending the most awesome vibrations through her she’d ever known. It was dirty, naughty, and unlike anything she’d ever felt—and she loved it.

And then when the act became even more dynamic, she could feel a flirting orgasm as it peeked at her, tempting her. Trying to reach it, she reached up and grabbed the spindles of the headboard and clung to them while her body moved against Storm’s, pushing against him as he pushed himself in as far as he could.

Did she imagine the misty fog that their bodies seemed to generate? The heat was humid, their muscled frames were slick as they slid against each other. Skin to skin, flame to flame, nothing as hot and humid as the air around them seemed to be. She felt as if she were on fire!

And then, it was there. Almost there. Coming. Coming. She urged herself upward, reaching for it, until the pulsating delight grabbed her over and over again and filled her.

Ahhhhhhhhh!