ROMANCE: WESTERN ROMANCE: The Secret Cowboy (BWWM Billionaire Interracial Multicultural Romance) (Contemporary Steamy Western Short Stories) (2 page)

Heather doesn’t know what to do with herself, not sure if Channing is drunk, or if he has been planning this for a long time. She has noticed him, but never thought that her interest in the cowboy billionaire would be reciprocated. And now that he is kissing her in the darkness of her apartment, she isn’t sure what the appropriate response should be.

She starts to kiss him back, for a moment, but then she pulls herself from him. His arms are not around her, but he is holding her face so tight that she doesn’t get very far away from him. She places her hands on his chest, and really tries to push him away. But he is bigger, and stronger, and he just pulls her closer again for another kiss. Again she finds herself kissing him back. Her arms fall to her side now, and he moves his hands from her face and places them on her firm butt.

Fingers move over her butt, and then down to her thighs. She had thought that the dress she chose to wear this morning was modest, but when Channing’s fingers are on her thighs directly, it seems too short. He places his whole palms on the back of her thighs, and then digs into the firmness with his fingers. This warms her pussy immediately, and even though she still isn’t sure how far this is going to go, she really wants him inside her right now. Heather deliberately tries to forget who this man is, and focus solely on the fact that he is just that, a man.

It is hard though, and she knows that the man threatening to pull her panties down now is her boss. Her hands go to his, because she isn’t sure if she can handle it if it goes all the way. Resistance is futile right now though, and she knows that she is going to let this happen. She knows that she really wants this, really needs this, and whatever the repercussions, she will deal with those in the morning. Right now, Channing’s lips are off her mouth, and he is going down to his knees as he works her panties down her legs. It really is game time.

He has a confidence that exudes through his pours it seems, and this is what makes Heather extremely confident. This confidence takes her over completely now, and she undoes the side zipper of her own dress. As she steps out of her panties Channing stands up and helps her out of her dress before turning her around, and getting her out of her bra. She is completely naked now, and she starts to look around her, reminding herself about where she is.

She doesn’t know if she is supposed to help Channing out of his own clothes, but she doesn’t have the time to do anything, because his lips are all over her breasts, all over her belly, and then on her lips again, before settling for the longest time on her neck. While he moves his mouth over every part of her it seems, he manages to get his own clothes off. His clothes are in a pile on the plush carpet, and even his socks are off. His hands are on her hips again, as their mouths lock again.

He knows this apartment very well, obviously, because in the dark he walks her to the bedroom without lifting his lips from hers once. Still standing, he works his way back down her belly, and finds the space between her legs with his nose. He breathes in the scent of her, long, deep, really liking it. Then he plants the same soft kisses that he was just placing very carefully on her body, directly on her pussy. She takes her hands to his head, and notices to her surprise that he still has his hat on. Heather finds this interesting, so that she doesn’t remove this one piece of clothing. Instead she holds it in place on his head as he keeps on kissing her pussy.

When his tongue leaves his mouth, and finds its way onto her clit, she is a little thrown, so much that she stumbles, and almost falls. Channing holds her up though, his hands firmly on her thighs. She knows that he has got her now, and so she relaxes into his grip. His tongue moves with such precision over her clit that she feels the chills forming up and down her back. She really wants him inside her now, but knows that she cannot rush this. She really doesn’t want to.

His tongue starts to work between the slit of her cunt, and she knows that at any moment now it will make its way inside her. There is a single moment, just one, where she thinks that perhaps she might be too wet, knowing that this could make or break the deal. Some men would see this as a compliment, and some men might find this as an indication of you being loose. She really hopes that this isn’t the case with Channing, because she really starts to feel as he enters her with just the tip of his tongue that her pussy really is very wet.

Channing works his tongue all the way inside her, and keeps it there, soaking up the juices inside her. Then he moves his tongue out of her, and runs his tongue across the surface of her pussy, finding her clit again, moving his tongue around her fully engorged clit, and then finding her pussy again. She really starts to feel many things now, and tilts her head back in sheer ecstasy. The attention to detail is really amazing, and Heather concentrates on nothing but the incredible pleasure she is receiving now.

He takes his hat off at last, standing again, kissing Heather up and down the sides of her neck. His fingers find her pussy, and after fiddling on the outside of it for a while, a single finger is making its way inside her. He fingers her deliciously slowly with just this one finger, his mouth moving up and down her neck before making its way onto her chest. The feeling is so magnificent that she feels that she might just have an exceptional orgasm now, and be done with it. It is far from over though, Channing having many more tricks up his sleeve.

With his finger still inside her, he turns her around, so that his lips can find her back. After carefully adding a second finger to her wet cunt, he tilts her head back and finds her lips again with his own. Without knowing that he has actually added a third finger to her tiny pussy, she kisses him with renewed passion, really feeling more and more like a southern belle from a romance novel. She might as well be, both she and Channing so beautiful that they might very well be on the cover of a work of erotic fiction.

They haven’t said a single word to each other since they walked into the apartment, and this doesn’t really matter. They will make conversation in other ways, and as Channing brings her to a beautiful first orgasm, Heather feels like she really has to return the favor. How though, can she even dream of pleasing him even half as much as she has just been pleased? She knows that she must try though, and when Channing’s fingers are finally removed from her, and she turns herself around to face him, and then after kissing him for a moment longer, goes down onto her own knees.

She is really surprised by what she finds between his legs. A little grazing was going on when she was facing her back to him, but nothing definitive. Now though, faced with his cock in all its glory, she is more than a little impressed. Heather takes his shaft between her fingers, trying not to notice how much cock is on either side of her hands, not wanting to confirm for herself that his dick is remarkable in size, both length and girth, and eventually she just closes her eyes.

Heather starts by kissing the head, which is massive on its own, mushrooming at the end of his lengthy shaft. She pushes his foreskin back over the dome, just to get it out of the way, never having faced an uncircumcised cock before, and then starts to lick the dome. He is silent throughout this licking though, and so she isn’t sure if she is having any real effect on him. But when she starts to work his tip, and the first part of his shaft into her mouth, he lets out a loud, soulful moan.

She tries to get as much of him in her mouth as possible, but when it settles into her throat, and she cannot breathe, she stops. He is a real gentleman about it too, because he isn’t moving at all, not thrusting into her at all, waiting for her to come with her mouth to him. Again she tries to get more into her mouth, but again the tip of his cock is lodged in her throat and so she stops trying to force it any further. She settles on the parts of his cock that actually fit into her mouth, and decides to work with this.

He starts to moan a little louder, and then his moaning becomes deep grunts. She knows that she is doing something right, and she keeps doing it. Then she is kissing his tip again, licking it, and then nibbling on it. Channing watches her move on his cock, even in the dark it is clearly visible thanks to the light coming from the buildings around them. It is really quite something to behold. He puts his hands on his waist and watches her work on his meat for a little while longer.

Then he lifts her to her feet, enjoying what was just happening on his cock, but really needing to be inside her now. He kisses her mouth again, almost tasting his precum from her tongue, liking it strangely enough. He sends his tongue deeper into her mouth, and then pulls it from her mouth, kissing her lips with his. Then he moves her slowly to the bed, lifts her off the ground, and places her down on it, so gently that she isn’t sure when she is fully on the bed.

He feels for her slot with the tip of his cock, and then runs it up and down for a moment before he starts to ease himself into her. He takes his time, really takes his time, and she receives him easily. There is something about patience that really pays off and soon enough Channing’s cock is three-parts into her. Slowly he starts to thrust into her, getting into a real groove now, too quickly almost, and Heather feels like she is going to have another orgasm. Channing is really a very competent lover.

Orgasm after orgasm, Heather starts to lose her mind. She doesn’t even know if Channing has had an orgasm, but she doesn’t really care for the moment. She cannot bring herself to focus on anything but her own pleasure for the time being, and after another orgasm, she is well and truly breathless. She isn’t tired though, and so she knows that she has a way of pleasing Channing. After rolling them so that she is sitting on top of Channing now, she eases his cock deeper into her, as deep as it will go. Then she starts to grind her pussy against his throbbing cock, and brings him to a very epic orgasm.

She is too exhausted to feel guilty about this, not yet anyway.

Heather wakes up alone. She is still tired, but in a very good way. After a shower, she has a light breakfast of fruit, and then a cup of coffee. She gets dressed before she checks her phone. Nothing. She wonders for the moment if there is some truth to what happened last night, thinking that perhaps it was a dream. Her gut tells her otherwise though, and she is suddenly panicky about going in to the office.

“Helloooo Miss Jones…” Channing greets her, singing his hello.

“Mr. Barnes…” Heather says, nervously. She really isn’t sure what to make of his good mood. Does he feel like he has conquered her, or is he really just happy that he has had her? The night was really beautiful, for both of them.

“So formal… No need… there is really no need…we’ve got a busy day today…” Channing is suddenly all business, and Heather is relieved almost. She can handle this side of him, not wanting to complicate things further with talk of last night. It never happened, as far as Heather is concerned.

They get through the day without discussing the events that unfolded the night before. The day really is busy, so this is in no way surprising. They just really need to get things done. And they do too, wrapping up the day shortly before 9PM, with Heather really tired, and hungry. They haven’t eaten a thing since lunchtime. She asks Channing if it is okay for her to leave, and the response that she gets is mostly unexpected.

“We’ll leave in a minute, I’ve just got a few calls to make…” he says, and then picks up the phone on his desk. We, she asks herself. All she has to do is walk across the road and she is home. What does he mean ‘we’? She isn’t sure if she is prepared to take him upstairs to her penthouse again, twice in as many nights. She is really very careful about setting precedents that she is not going to be able to maintain. “Okay, let’s go…” Channing says, after a half hour on the phone. Heather really has no way of resisting him, and so she follows him to his car, and then rides with him the 40 minutes or so that it takes to get to his ranch.

“This is Barnes Rawlings…my pride and joy…” He says this with such pride that Heather cannot help but be filled with a sense of pride herself. The farm is beautiful, even at night, lit with big floodlights from all angles. Heather is keen on a tour, but she doesn’t want to appear too star-struck.

“It really is beautiful…” she says, as he walks her through the front door. He walks her through to the back terrace, overlooking the swimming pool, where the staff has set up a rather elaborate dinner. She is really surprised again, feeling like she is on a first date with the out-there CEO.

“So…tell me everything about yourself…” he starts, and this opens up the evening to casual getting-to-know-each-other conversation. They eat easily in front of each other, and talk as easily. Soon they are having a glass of champagne near the unnecessary fire roaring in the fire pit outside. Channing soon has that look in his eyes, from last night, and Heather knows exactly what this means. She knows too that she will give in to him easily.

There is nobody outside, the staff having cleared up the dinner already. Channing takes advantage of this opportunity, and he comes in to kiss her. She kisses him back, and when his hand is between her thighs quickly, she is already very excited. After last night, he can definitely get it again. He pulls her panties aside a little, and while kissing her, slips his finger into her wetness. He fingers her very slowly, and brings her to a beautiful orgasm in the open air. Channing obviously wants more, and he isn’t sure if he will make it through to his bedroom.

He does though, and by the time they get into the exquisite master suite, they are both naked. The trail of their clothes on the outside, all the way down the hall, is a dead giveaway, so that even if the staff were to come upstairs, they would know that they needed to stay away from the bedroom. Channing feels that there is no need for him to go through the dance that they went through last night, and he bends her gently over the bed, parting her legs with his, and making his way into her pussy almost immediately with his cock.

Channing starts to thrust into her immediately, and immediately she starts to sweat from deep inside herself. He holds her by her hips, and pulls her back onto his cock, working it deeper and deeper inside her. It really is a spectacular experience, for both of them, and soon enough Heather is caught in the throes of a wonderful climax. When he brings her to another one, he too cums, and as he fills her with his seed, she warms up all the way into her belly. Pulling out from her now, he turns her over, kissing her on her lips again.

He still has half an erection, and after a little effort, this semi-hard-on is inside her again. He thrusts his cock hard again, and brings her to a final orgasm. Then he fucks her gently, bringing himself to another magnificent end. They really fit well together, almost too well. Channing knows that this is inappropriate on every level, and so does Heather. But now while they are alone, they really don’t care too much about the protocols of society. They have proven that they can work well together even though they enjoy each other’s bodies. They have also proven, over the next couple of dates, that they enjoy each other’s minds as much. After they shower and get dressed, he calls her a cab, and then kisses her for the time it takes for the cab to arrive.

After about a month of keeping their relationship a secret, Channing starts to get careless. “I’m sleeping with her…” he says to his best friend and COO, Hubert Crawly. Hubert isn’t surprised, but he feels like he has to caution his friend.

“Just fucking, nothing more I hope…” Hubert says, knowing that Channing is a man, and Heather is a very beautiful, very young woman. Hell, he would have fucked her given half the chance.

“I don’t know…” is all Channing can manage, and this sends alarm bells ringing in his friend’s head.

Hubert isn’t as careful with this information as Channing was. He tells his wife, who tells her best friend. News of the affair spreads like wildfire, and although nobody says anything to Channing, they are determined to deter Heather, who they see as an opportunistic gold-digger, from sinking her claws any deeper into Channing than she obviously already has. Their intensions are good, no doubt, but their approach to the situation quickly leaves a very bitter taste in Heather’s mouth. 

“Sleeping with the boss, is that wise…” Anne asks her while she collects Channing’s messages one morning.

“Excuse me?” Heather says, really thinking that they were more careful than that. If everybody in the office knows that their CEO is bedding the office burnt toast, as she has heard herself called in not-so-secret snide commentary, this will definitely not be good for her, or Channing, she thinks.

“There is no need to be coy with me Miss Jones, I’m trying to help you…” Anne says, trying her best to sound like a concerned friend.

“I’m good thanks, no help needed here,” she says, taking the messages off Anne’s desk and then walking straight to Channing’s office, not sure if she should tell him that people know. She decides to keep it to herself for the moment, thinking that if she tells, he might make a scene, blowing this whole thing out of proportion.

They keep seeing each other though, and they make love at every meeting. It is more intense, more experimental, and more beautiful with each liaison. They morph very quickly into the semblance of a real relationship, and even though more and more people seem to be finding out about them, they still make every effort to be discreet. Heather knows that she doesn’t belong in this world, even though Channing promises her a seamless integration more than once, she knows in her gut that this will not be possible.    

Her run-in with Hubert’s wife, Chelsea, confirms this. She is looking at her with the death-stare of a woman who knows that you are sleeping with her husband. Heather doesn’t even know why, and she gets up to leave the restaurant where she is having a casual Sunday brunch alone, just to take a time out. Chelsea’s friends also looking at her with disdain, and she tries to get out of the restaurant without any further stares from the real housewives of Dallas.

“Miss Jones…” Chelsea says to her, getting up quickly and following her outside of the restaurant.

“Yes,” she says, not knowing what this woman who she has only met once before would have to say to her.

“I know what you’re doing, I know your type…it won’t work, not with Channing, or any other man in Dallas. Sure you’re exotic, but that’s all you’ve got going for you. And soon enough, their interest will fade. So do yourself a favor, work out the remainder of your contract, and then leave. You will not be missed!” Chelsea is scathing, in her tone and in the words coming from her mouth. Heather is so dumbfounded that she doesn’t have a response for her at all.

She gets as far away from this woman as possible, knowing that these women really have the ability to make her life a living hell. And even if she does start a real relationship with Channing, and he promises to protect her, there is little to no chance that she will make any friends in Dallas. The city is big, and the options are many. But Channing’s circle is small, and it is clear already that they all hate her. Hate is a very strong word, but obviously not strong enough for this situation. In this instance, hate isn’t a strong enough word.

Heather is really torn about telling Channing, and when she finally does, this doesn’t go very well with him. He calls Hubert immediately and tells him in no uncertain terms to call his wife to order. Heather knows now that it is not a good idea to give him this information, and so she keeps her encounters with these people so determined to get involved in her and Channing’s lives a secret. In a few weeks she will be gone from Dallas, and she will never have to see these people again.

Channing is still seething about what Heather told her, and she tries to calm him down. There is one way to get him to slow his rope, but she just isn’t sure if she will be able to handle it. They are in her apartment, and they are both naked, having just spent the whole afternoon making love. She turns over, and pulls him to her, on top of her, so that he is not sure what she is actually offering him. When he realizes though, his smile is uncontrollable. He grins, and then grimaces menacingly, parting her ass cheeks and then sending his tongue onto her asshole. He almost cannot believe his luck.

He fucks her tight hole with his tongue, and although he knows that he will not be able to get his dick inside her, not yet anyway, he appreciates the offer, and rims the shit out of her asshole before moving to her pussy, wetting it with his tongue and then taking her from the back…