“Wow, you didn’t take it easy on her.”
I stopped the show and closed out of the app before she saw all the ones I had of Anarchy and I.
That was another reason, I wanted to keep my distance, sexually from Halley. She didn’t know, but I wasn’t named Cowboy because of the hat or my inclination to be polite. Those were covers for the real reason. Sometimes, I had very little self-control. Sometimes, I’d just go off on someone. Sure, I’d drive a little too fast, fuck a little too hard, but it was my predisposition for dealing out justice that earned me the name. My brothers said I was a loose cannon, a wild card, but those names were already taken. One day, the General claimed I’d gone Cowboy and the name stuck.
I tucked my junk away and zipped my pants.
Halley actually pouted.
Fuck.
Then her lips parted. “Was that your girlfriend, the girl on the video? Is she the reason why you don’t want me?”
“No, I don’t even know her. She’s just some whore… I don’t have a girlfriend.” It was time for Halley and I to have a talk. “And I do want you. I just don’t want to hurt you,” I told her. She said she was a virgin before being locked away five years ago, before multiple men abused her. I wouldn’t use her like that. And I didn’t want to hurt her in another way. It didn’t take a genius to realize that maybe she didn’t really want to fuck me but didn’t know any other way to be. I’d heard of Stockholm Syndrome. Halley wasn’t my prisoner, but she was trapped here with me. As much as I wanted to believe she was just as attracted to me as I was her, I couldn’t be sure if her wants were because of my sexual magnetism or if it was because I rescued her. White Knight shit. Normally, such shit wouldn’t matter to me.
Halley shook her head. “I’m not sure I can be hurt anymore. And I’m pretty much healed, down there.”
“Darlin’ there’s a lot you’ve missed out on.” I didn’t know how to put it. “Didn’t you say you’d only just had your first kiss…before…”
“Yeah…”
“Well, we haven’t even had a first kiss, held hands or gone on a date. Believe me, my relationships usually skip those pleasantries, but I don’t want to go too fast with you.” Fuck, I sounded like a pussy, baring my feelings, something I never do. It helped that she may notremember our conversation in the morning. As I’d said the words, I felt how true they were. I wanted something different with Halley. If it was possible to have anything at all with the girl.
“You’re right. I’ve never had a relationship. Can we hold hands now?” Her eyes shined with admiration for me.
“Well, the first step is getting to know each other. Would you like to get to know me?”
“Yes,” Halley answered. She reached over and took my hand, her delicate fingers becoming intertwined with mine.
Something about the simple act made my heart skip.
Bones
Fuck.
I hated Mondays. Today was one of those days. Apparently, while I’d been gone helping Scar across the country, none of the dumbasses I’d hired to run any of my businesses could count. When I should have been home getting my dick sucked by the hot CNA I’d hired, me and my gunshot wound to the leg were on tour so to speak, visiting all my investments. We were finishing weekly inventory. A mundane task. At least it’d be right this week.
Today, I was at the Blue Parrot, my baby. The first bar I’d opened. I sent the management home since they were good for nothing but robbing me blind. When I finished counting liquor and entering it in, I decided to take a break.
Surfing the internet, looking for something to wet my appetite, I came up short. I hated to look at anotherman’s dick. Oh, yeah. I took out my phone and imported my pictures and videos into my personal files. I wanted to watch this on a bigger screen. Just last week, I’d filmed Cowboy and I double teaming a woman outside of El Paso. I don’t think he even noticed me setting up my phone since he’d disappeared to lube up.
What a treat. Suzy’s body trembled as she stripped bare. Curly caramel hair, two round emerald eyes, a perky nose, perky breasts that were perfect handfuls and a chunky butt—damned near perfect. Although her petite body moved a little awkwardly, her eyes held so much… I didn’t want to say fear. There was more than just fear. Anticipation, yeah, that was a better way to put it. In her eyes sparkled a honied mix of nerves and curiosity. She closed her pretty eyes as I moved to touch her. As I watched my finger glide down her body between her breasts, I remembered she wasn’t a stripper at all but planned to strip for the first time the next night because she needed the money. I also recalled what it felt like, needing money, although that hadn’t been my reality for a very long time. I had more money than I’d ever need. Hell, Suzy had only come back to the hotel room with us because I bought her.
You’d be surprised what money can buy.
Nothing surprises me anymore.
Well, almost nothing. Suzy, she surprised me.
Back on the video, Cowboy and I stripped off our clothes to reveal our muscular frames as she danced for us. I’d caught her noticing me then and watched the scene replay. Her pretty eyes were on me. Who could blame her? Cowboy, he was alright but just didn’t compare. Next to him, clearly, I was the man, my physique coming from a life of hard work on my father’s farm. It’s not that he wasn’t a big man, I was just Viking sized.
Suzy, she was all softness. Focusing on the video, I watched her descend to her knees. Her soft lips wrapped around my long, thick rod. Cowboy disappeared again. I remembered enjoying being alone and thinking I needed to take it easy on her. She was so gentle with me. I knew she’d never be able to take what I did to most women’s throats. Curving her hand around the rest of my dick, she pumped as she sucked. I watched me reach around to touch the soft caramel hair that lined her snatch. Soft like she’d never shaved it before. So innocent. I couldn’t tell from the video, but I knew I’d gotten my finger wet. There it is. The moment when it happened. She squirmed. And that’s when I shot a load in her mouth. Not expecting it,her eyes widened. Her cheeks puffed out like a cartoon chipmunk.
Too bad Cowboy was back expecting her to suck his dick next. She protested for a moment. Cowboy grabbed her by the hair. I hit the back of his head, and he let go. On her hands and knees, she hadn’t started milking Cowboy. I spread her legs and went below. She gasped when I touched her little honey trap with my tongue. I remembered breathing her in. I loved pussy. Suzy had been dripping wet, her pussy clenching around my tongue inside her.
Fuck—I hadn’t noticed while I ate her pussy, but Cowboy had gotten his phone out, too. I watched him guide her head down to take his cock in her mouth as he filmed her overhead. I’ll be damned. He reached over and laid his phone against the lamp on the nightstand when I’d gotten to my knees to fingerfuck her sweet hole.
Thinking of taking her then, I’d positioned myself right behind. Her head bounced over Cowboy’s prick, but her ass shoved against me until my cock kissed her pink pucker. All while my long arm curved around her, my fingers moved inside her, stroking her walls. Gently, I moved, my dick sliding between her soft ass cheeks. ThenI drew my fingers out of her pussy, licked one and glided it into her tight little asshole. Cowboy had already called the backdoor. He wasn’t quite as hung as me. I wasn’t being cocky. I’d beat him in a literal dick measuring contest before. Seriously. A good thing for her, but damn, I’d wanted her to myself all of the sudden.
