Two Cowboys For Her: An MMF Romance Read online

  That sexy body in those tight jeans- how confident she looked both that moron and I up and down without question. That right there is what turns me on. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it. I wonder if she would like these strong hands on that little body, tossing her around, making her feel good.

  Dang, I need to finish this workout. It’s been great letting off some steam with these weights, but there’s another way I think I need to let some energy out.

  I puff and pant as I strip off in the locker room. I see Samantha’s hot ass in my mind, curved and plump like a tasty peach. I imagine the strength of her thighs, rippling under those jeans, that cocky grin she gave us both as she rode away.

  Fuck Mr. Laurier, I want his daughter. I need to do everything I can to woo her. Let’s face it though- comparing my body to Asher is like comparing a mountain to a stick. Once she gets a flash of this body, she will be drooling and on her knees in seconds.

  I hop into the shower and can feel my entire body pulsing. My dick is already super hard at the thought of Samantha in that outfit.

  I douse myself underneath the lovely cold water, then immediately move my hands down to my member. I begin stroking my cock up and down.

  Fuck. Fuck I want her. That smile- oh that smile is just asking for it. I can’t wait to get that ass up in the air and fuck the shit out of her.

  I’m going to town on my dick. Slow strokes quickly turn to fast movements. Heat shoots up my body like lightning centralized around my pelvis. There’s a storm in me, and it wants to be released.

  I move my hand faster and faster, using the other hand to brace myself against the shower stall. It’s been a long time since I’ve shot a load, and fuck is this one going to be intense.

  I see Samantha strapped to my king size California, that cocky-ass grin on her face. Maybe she thinks I can’t make her cum with just my mouth. I’ll move my tongue around her wet pussy until she starts screaming, begging, moaning, aching for me to finish. The mere thought of her releasing brings my own dick to the brink.

  “Fuuck, Samantha,” I whisper to myself in the shower.

  Waves of pleasure move from the tip of my dick to the tip of my toes. I lean my head against the cool linoleum wall. If only I could fall into the naked arms of Samantha right now.

  Seven

  Samantha

  The sun is setting right outside my window as I get ready for my date with Asher. I can hear my father getting his afternoon cocktail ready in the living room.

  “Would you make me a cocktail daddy?” I ask.

  I walk into the living room to join him.

  “Just a splash of rum, okay?”

  “Sure thing.”

  In the end, he mixes my drink with more rum than I would have liked. Typical.

  “Here you go darling,” he says as he hands me the highball glass.

  I take a sip.

  “I’m so excited about this date. What’s not to love about a rich Texas rancher?”

  I really want to throw my drink in my dad’s face, but I hold back. This is not the time or the place. We talk a little more about the ranch and then the doorbell rings.

  “Do you mind if we don’t do the social thing? I’m nervous enough as it is.”

  “Sure darling.”

  My dad comes over and gives me a peck on the cheek.

  I go to the door and open it.

  “Well, hello there.”

  “Good evening,” he says.

  “I’m Asher,” he says, holding out his hand.

  I just shrug and he puts his hand down.

  We just stand there staring at each other. I can feel something in the bottom of my belly, but I can’t tell if it’s a good sign or a bad sign.

  “I thought we’d eat at the Grey Moss Inn.”

  “Wow, that’s a great place.”

  When we finally get to the restaurant, Asher parks his truck way out on the edge of the parking lot.

  “Shall we?”

  I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my purse before opening the door and swinging my long legs out. I misjudge how lifted his truck is, and I stop myself- not knowing if I can make the jump.

  Asher sees the confusion on my face and laughs.

  “Here, let me get you.”

  Asher gets out of the truck and comes around to my side. I sit on the edge of the seat, ready to give him my hands so he can help. But he seems to have a different idea. Instead, he places his hands on my waist and lifts me out of the truck and onto the ground.

  I feel his strength, and even though I could have done this on my own- I’m enjoying the closeness.

  They have our table waiting for us, so we are seated right away. The restaurant interior is lit up by candlelight and dim lights placed strategically around the room. It’s absolutely stunning.

  Before I can sit down, Asher is at the chair pulling it away from the table for me. I sit down and he pushes me closer to the table. I have to admit- I’m not used to being treated like this. This man could be hazardous to my female independence.

  For the next ten minutes, our small talk turns to more personal things like how much I miss New York and my job.

  When it is time to order, I mention that I do not eat red meat and he says he should have asked before he made reservations.

  “Oh, that’s okay. I usually just eat a salad.”

  “Well then, order the biggest salad they’ve got.”

  “Oh I will,” I shoot him a wink.

  We order and keep talking. The more we talk, the more I realize how truly breathtaking he is. That dirty blonde hair- those bright green eyes.

  “How long have you been away from Texas?”

  “Long enough to feel that I am more of a New Yorker than a Texan.”

  Asher smiles, and reaches across the table to caress my hand.

  “I hope you give me a chance to fix that.”

  My throat gets tight. His hand is so warm on mine. My instinct is to pull away, but something keeps my hand from doing that.

  The server comes with our food, so Asher takes his hand away.

  “How’s that salad?”

  I look down at my salad and there is a small filet of perfect angus beef next to a nest of salad greens with thin slices of Manchego cheese cut in triangles and propped up on top of the salad making a little dome.

  “I didn’t realize it would come with steak but it’s really beautiful.”

  “I could take that steak from your plate if you want?”

  “Would eating this one filet of beef really kill me?”

  It has been so exceptionally long since I ate meat, but things are different tonight. I feel so light and happy, and I wouldn’t want to kill the mood by being picky about my meal.

  “Well, that’s the spirit!”

  Asher smiles at me and I melt. He watches me as I take a bite of steak.

  “Good?” he asks.

  “Oh yes, better than I thought it would be.”

  When dinner comes to an end, I realize I don’t actually want to go home yet. Asher seems to read my mind.

  “Would you like to come see my ranch?”

  I accept, and an hour later we are at his home.

  “I love this! It’s so beautiful!”

  I laugh looking at all the Texas memorabilia around the room, teasing him a bit.

  “What can I say? I love Texas!” Asher shrugs.

  He looks like a mischievous little boy, and I like that. In the back of my head I know that this date has been about my father manipulating me. Yet, I am having the best time with this man.

  “I’d really like to see you again.”

  Asher hands me a glass of wine.

  “I don’t know. You seem to have a secret agenda here.”

  I cannot believe that I said that. Asher’s face pales a little bit behind his suntan.

  I put down my wine glass and step close to him.

  “I was just teasing you, silly.”

  I touch his lips with my fingerti
ps and then I kiss him. At this point, I lose track of who is manipulating who.

  Eight

  Asher

  God, her lips taste so good on mine. This is better than I ever could have imagined.

  Somehow, the fact that I’m actually making out with Samantha Laurier, a lingerie model, completely escapes my mind. All I can think about is how much I need her.

  I run my hands down her body until I reach her thighs, just below her dress. I truly have never seen a sexier dress than this one, and as much as it pains me to do so- I begin pulling it off.

  As soon as her dress is off, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the master bedroom, throwing her down on my huge bed.

  She sits up, putting her ass on display. She pulls her thong up even further, showing off even more ass, before beginning to shake it.

  “Fuuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  “Yeah?” she taunts me, shaking her ass even faster.

  I can’t help but imagine her shaking her ass like that while riding me.

  “You want me to shake this ass all over your dick?” she asks, reading my mind exactly.

  “Fuuck yess.”

  I grab her thong and rip the lace apart, pulling the fabric off of her. I’ll buy her a new pair. Next, I undo her black lace bra and throw it across the room. Finally, I can see and enjoy all of her.

  “Ugh, you’re a goddamn goddess Samantha,” I whisper in her ear as I grab her titties in my hands, squeezing them.

  “I want to ride you, baby,” she whispers back.

  I quickly tear my clothes off, eager as ever to fuck this girl. She pushes me down onto the bed and straddles me in a reverse cowgirl style.

  “I don’t want you to take your eyes off of my ass the whole time, okay?”

  You don’t have to tell me twice.

  She slowly lowers herself onto my cock, throwing her head back as she takes me in fully.

  “Fuuck, you’re huge,” she whimpers, taking in my last two inches.

  “It’s all yours baby- all yours.”

  “Yeah? You want me to start slow?”

  “Yess.”

  She begins riding me, slowly sliding me almost all the way out and then slamming back down. Ever so slowly, she speeds up- and pretty soon, she’s bouncing her ass back onto my cock as fast as she possibly can.

  I grab her hips and begin slamming myself back up into her, joining her rhythm.

  “Ahh fuck yes baby, don’t stop,” I moan.

  “Mmm, you like that?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Say it.”

  “I love your pussy,” I moan, gripping her even tighter.

  She speeds up even more- something I didn’t even know was possible. Pretty soon, I’m closing my eyes and becoming lost in her pussy.

  “Holy fuck- I’m gonna cum,” I shout.

  She bounces even harder, until finally, I bust.

  “Oooo yes, cum for me,” she moans, as she throws her head back and cums with me.

  She collapses next to me, and together we recover. But this isn’t over. It’s my turn now.

  “Get up,” I order her.

  She obeys me, and I bend her over my bed.

  I’m about to push myself deep into her pussy when she reaches back, grabs my cock, and moves it just a little bit so that it’s resting right in front of her other hole.

  “Ooo, you dirty girl- you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

  “Yesss.”

  Damn, she’s becoming more of a freak than I thought she’d be. I begin slowly pushing myself into her tight ass, until she slams herself back, taking me all in at once.

  “Fuuuck,” she moans.

  I can tell she likes pain with her pleasure, so I begin slapping her ass as I plunge into her.

  “Mmmm, harder,” she whispers.

  I spank her ass as hard as I possibly can, and a loud whimper escapes her. The sounds she makes are so fucking hot, that I slap her with the same intensity three more times.

  Her ass is so red, it’s almost raw now. But that doesn’t stop me.

  I quicken my pace, slamming my cock into her, while I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back. With my other hand, I continue smacking her ass, while she’s practically screaming in pain and pleasure.

  “Don’t- fucking- stop,” she manages to get out in between thrusts.

  I speed up even more, yanking her hair even harder.

  “Ah fuck!” She screams. “Oh my god- fuuuck I’m cumming!”

  I give her a couple more seconds before finally allowing myself to cum.

  We collapse in bed together once again, cuddling into each other and catching our breath. I’m still in such a daze from how hard I just came- I completely forget where I am.

  “God, you’re amazing,” she whispers.

  I run my fingers up and down her raw ass. The thing is- I could totally keep going. But I’m on such a high from what just happened, that I almost don’t know if I can even get up.

  Which I guess is a good thing, because the next time I look over, Samantha is passed out on my chest. She looks so beautiful, deep in a sound and peaceful sleep. I know I only just met this girl- but I truly think that if I could stay here forever- I would.

  As I fall asleep, I think about the situation. I originally became involved with this woman because her father asked me to. I was supposed to win her over so that I could get her fathers ranch, including his livestock.

  But now? Well, I think I would keep seeing her even if there was nothing in it for me with her father. Even if Liam weren’t going after him as well.

  Something about Samantha just calls to me, and I feel as if I’m meant to be exactly where I am right now- curled up in bed with the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on.

  Nine

  Samantha

  As I get ready for my date with Liam, I can’t stop thinking about Asher. I can’t forget the awesome sex that we had two nights ago. It was just so incredible.

  Not only that- but he was so much fun to talk to and to just be around. The conversations we had at the restaurant really made me feel like we were connecting.

  I put on my false eyelashes and then apply mascara. I don’t really want to go out with Liam tonight, but I’ve got to stick with the plan. I just hope that I am not going to like him as much as I like Asher.

  To tell you the truth, I don’t want to like either one of these men. This is my father’s plan- not mine.

  The doorbell rings. Liam is right on time. I walk to the front door and open it to see the tall blonde man standing there.

  “You look fantastic,” Liam says.

  “Thank you very much.”

  “Are you ready?”

  Liam reaches out for my hand, and I give it to him. As I get closer to him, I smell his aftershave. It is a sharp, spicy fragrance that I love.

  “You’re wearing that new scent by Givenchy, aren’t you?”

  “How did you know?”

  “I did a photo shoot for Givenchy and that’s what they were promoting for the men.”

  “That’s right, you’re a model.”

  I nod my head. I lock the front door and we walk to his truck. On the way to the restaurant, we manage to participate in a polite conversation, and when we get to the restaurant, Liam is nice enough to come open the door for me.

  When we arrive, there is a crowd of people waiting in the front lobby. Liam goes to the hostess and gives our name. He comes back to me and asks if I wouldn’t mind sitting at the bar while we wait.

  “How long will we have to wait?” I ask, slightly disappointed.

  “I’m sorry but I didn’t make reservations. We could be waiting almost an hour.”

  Already I am not liking the way that Liam is clearly not prepared for our dinner date. Asher got us to a table right away without even having to wait.

  The hostess leads us to the bar. I sit on a stool that’s at the end of the bar and Liam sits next to me. We both order drinks and the bartender gets th
em for us quickly. I take a big sip of my rum and coke.

  “So, do you like to model?”

  “It’s been good to me, but I’m thinking that maybe I should study photography. Looks won’t last forever,” I put my drink down.

  “Your looks are classic; I doubt you’d ever have trouble getting picked for a shoot.”

  I smile at him.

  “That’s a sweet thing to say.”

  Liam and I begin a conversation about our work lives. I think it’s admirable the way Liam talks about his land.

  “What would you be doing if you weren’t a rancher?”

  “That’s easy- I’d love to be a gigolo.”

  “What?” I practically choke on my rum.

  “You heard me. I would like to sleep with women and get paid for it.”

  “Oh my, have we got an ego,” I say, taking another sip of my drink.

  Liam takes a sip of his too, before putting it down carefully.

  “I can offer a woman an incredible sexual experience. It’s kind of my thing.”

  Now he’s got my attention. Just as I am about to ask another question, the hostess appears. She has a table ready for us. She takes us from the bar and over to a darkened side of the restaurant. It’s a busy night and every table is filled. There is a lot of noise in the dining room.

  We go about looking at the menu. A few minutes later, I still can’t decide on anything. All I can think about is how much I want to ask Liam about the incredible sexual experiences he can provide.

  “What looks good to you?” he asks.

  I crack.

  “Okay, this is killing me. What can you provide sexually that a woman will pay for?”

  I put my menu down and look straight at Liam,

  “You know, just this and that,” Liam stays looking at his menu, a small smirk on his face.

  “This and that? What do you mean?”

  Liam puts down his menu carefully. The server comes to take our order. I’m not interested in food- I want to know more from Liam, but he doesn’t seem to want to answer my question. No matter how I ask it, he is withholding information from me.