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  A Chance Encounter with a Cowboy

  An Erotic Short Story

  Bella Bryan

  Copyright © 2013 by Bella Bryan

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Damn it, I knew I should have shaved my legs. Here I am, sitting at the Wrangler Saloon when an outrageously gorgeous man comes and sit down next to me. He removes his Stetson and I see his short, brown hair and narrow slit eyes. Denim jeans encase legs that I can easily imagine entangles in mine. He takes a seat next to me, and I try to act oblivious but he’s so sexy I can’t help looking. I take a sip of my whiskey sour and when I set it down, he turns to me with a smile.

  “Come here often?” he asks a hot as hell Texan drawl.

  Normally, I would roll my eyes at such a blatantly pathetic pick-up line but I see the humor in his eyes.

  “More than you would think,” I answer with a wink.

  “How about I buy you a drink?”

  I hold up my still full glass to indicate I am good for now.

  “Next round then?”

  “We have to know each other’s names before I can accept a drink from you?” I tease.

  “Colt Gunner. And what’s yours doll?”

  I roll my eyes, though I suppose doll is better than babe or baby. Besides, I like his game and his name.

  “That your real name, cowboy?” I tease.

  He pulls out a Texas driver’s license that looks authentic enough, validating his name. A sneak glance at his address tells me what I already suspect- he is from the Austin area, a few hours away from here.

  “Angel Heavens,” I tell him.

  “C’mon, seriously what’s your name so I can order our drinks?”

  It’s my turn to take out my license and show him the ugly truth.

  “What the hell were your parents thinking?” he exclaims.

  “Probably the same as yours-they weren’t,” I reply laughing. Yes, my name really is Angel Heavens. That is what happens when your parents didn’t realize the hippie phase was long over.

  The bartender approaches us, making her rounds and Colt orders us a round of drinks.

  “What brings you sulking to the bar tonight?”

  I huff indignantly. “What makes you think I am sulking?”

  “You have two empty glasses in front of you and are about to empty your third. Not to mention the forth one that’s on its way.”

  His charm outweighs his intrusiveness, and I might as well vent since I doubt I’ll ever see him again.

  “My best friend is getting married in two days, and I’m the maid of honor.”

  “And that’s upsetting you?” he asks, looking confused. “Don’t tell me- you’re in love with the groom.”

  I giggle, an action surely brought on by the alcohol.

  “Nothing as deep as that. It’s just the whole, ‘always the bridesmaid, never the bride’ thing, you know?” As if this Marlboro man would never know anything about it.

  “Ah, I think I get it. If it makes you feel any better, my best friend is getting married in two days also and I refuse to be in the wedding. He asked me to be the best man, but the thing is he’s cheating on his fiancé.”

  “Ouch, tough situation.”

  “I know, right?” He drinks the entirety of the contents in the glass before him then waves the bartender over for another. “He’s been my best friend since third grade, but I can’t in good conscience stand beside him and support him in this wedding. We came to an agreement that I’ll be at the wedding, but that’s all.”

  This man is too good to be true; gorgeous, unbelievable muscles and integrity. And the poster child for tall, dark and cowboy. Damn, I think my panties are getting wet.

  “Won’t the bride think that is odd if you’ve guys have been friends so long?”

  “I just returned from a deployment, so he told her we weren’t sure I’d be home in time.”

  “Convenient. Why don’t you tell the bride?”

  “I’ve never actually met her. The past two years, I’ve been gone a lot, so timing never worked. Besides, I may hate what he’s doing, but it’s not my place.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “What’s that ‘hmmm’ supposed to mean?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

  “I just know if I was about to get married and my fiancé was cheating, then I would want to know before I made a mistake.”

  “The decision isn’t an easy one to make.”

  Another round of drinks arrives and a voice in my head is telling me to slow down. The conversation steers in a more neutral direction and we continue our drinks, but me at a slower pace.

  “What branch are you in?” I ask him. Something about this man draws me and I don’t think it’s just the alcohol talking. “Let me guess, Marine Corps.”

  “You’re right. How’d you guess?”

  “You’re arrogance and confidence,” I tease.

  “And here I thought it was my amazingly fit body.”

  “To be honest, as soon as I asked I saw the Semper Fi tattoo partially showing.”

  His smile is contagious. Conversation flow so smoothly between us, I am surprised when I hear “last call” yelled out. One last drink for each of us and then Colt pays our tab, even for my drinks before he arrived.

  “How are you getting home?” he questions.

  “My car’s outside, but I need to call a taxi. Believe it or not, I wasn’t planning on more than one drink.”

  “Same here, I just didn’t want to be in the hotel by myself.”

  “Which hotel are you at?”

  “Days Inn off of Eastern.”

  “That’s on my way. Want to share a taxi to that point? It will be cheaper that way.”

  “Sure,” he answers.

  Neither of us cares about the money, but we are reluctant to part ways. We’re waiting outside for the taxi, uncomfortably silent for the first time that night.

  “Since we’re being honest, can I tell you something?” he speaks up.

  “Go for it.”

  “You are the funniest, sexiest woman I have met and I don’t want to leave here tonight alone. I want to take you back to my hotel and fuck you all night. Since we know that I’ll be leaving after the wedding, there are no expectations and we can part ways tomorrow morning, content to know we gave each other the best sex of our lives.”

  Any other man would have been slapped across the cheek for that speech, but his man just made it into a major turn on. The idea thrills me, even though I’ve never had a one night stand, but there is one small problem.

  “That sounds like a good idea, but you see, there may a slight issue.”

  For a split second disappointment shows in his eyes, as though he was certain all along I’d go along with it.

  “Since we’re being so honest, in the interest of full disclosure I should warn you I haven’t shaved my legs.”

  He busts out laughing and I’m glad he takes it in stride.

  “I don’t think that will be a problem,” he replies, wrapping his arm around me and drawing me near him. This is our first physical contact and I am burning hot for him already.

  “Damn taxi, what’s taking so long,” I mutter un
der my breath. All I can think of is the saying, Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy, and this is one cowboy I most definitely want to take a ride on.

  “I heard that,” he says, but then leans down and whispers, “though I have to say, I wish it would hurry up.”

  As if on cue, the taxi arrives and we tumble in still touching. Colt tells the driver which of the five hotels in this town he is staying at and off we go. I should be nervous, but I’m not. In fact, all I can think of is how much I am looking forward to sex with this guy.

  Using his thumb, he begins rubbing circles on my leg, starting at my knee and working his way up my thighs. Stopping just at the hem of my skirt, he trails back down, then up my other leg. This time, he slowly pushes under the material and trails up to my panties. I can’t see his face, but I hear a gasp of pleasure when he feels their wetness. He presses into the dampness, massaging my sex through the barrier. As much I want to squirm and squeal and delight, I don’t want to call attention from the driver.

  Just as I am about to combust, the car pulls to a stop. Colt’s hand is still under my skirt, when he uses his free hand to pull out his wallet and pay the driver. Damn, I feel cheated when he removes his touch before I am done. He grabs my hand, pulls me out and we practically run inside the hotel to find the elevator. When the doors close he immediately returns his hand to its previous position and this time he pushes aside the panties. The flesh of his thumb is directly on my clit, and I’m still so worked up, I release in no time at all.

  I push a button to take us to the highest floor then push him against the wall, unzipping his pants as I lower to my knees. His cock is already hard and quickly comes to attention now that it’s not restrained. It is as beautiful as the rest of him and I can’t wait to take it in my mouth. I stroke it first, admiring his size, both in girth and length. He moans as I wrap my hand around him and bring his dick to my mouth. Trailing kisses from the bottom to the tip, I work my mouth to tease him. He reaches over and pushes a button to keep the elevator moving as I lick him, swirling my tongue along his length. His moans encourage my boldness and when his hands grasp my hair, I take him into me. My mouth is full of him, and I suck harder, noticing the spots that make me shiver with pleasure. His groans get louder and I’m sure he is about to come. He attempts to push me away, but I take him in further until I feel warm saltiness shooting down my throat.

  “Where’ve you been all my life, Angel?” he pants as he fixes himself. “You give amazing head.”

  I can’t help my pleasure at satisfying him. “Payback’s a bitch,” I tell him.

  “Oh, I plan on paying you back, plus some,” he promises.

  The elevator stops and he leads me to his room. He pulls me straight to the bathroom, which boasts a giant Jacuzzi tub. His hands are already lifting my shirt off then removing my skirt. I reciprocate and as I am fumbling with his pants, he pulls my head into a kiss. Fuck, he can kiss. Nibbles at first on my lower lip, but then without warning he thrusts his tongue into me, sending me into another oblivion. Feeling his tongue dance with mine, I heat up thinking what else he can use it for.

  Somehow, we break ourselves apart, and he runs the water for a bath. Taking a seat next to each other we resume our lusty kisses, but now he caresses them down my neck, finding every erogenous zone he can. His hands find my nipples, pinching and squeezing them. I am whimpering now and when he moves his lips to one nipple and gently sucks on it, my muscles tighten. There is nothing more I want in this moment then to be right here, right now.

  He lifts me to the edge of the tub, spreading my legs apart when I am where he wants. Oh god, I know what’s coming and I tremble in anticipation. He’s kneeling in the tub, eye level with my exposed cunt. Taking two fingers, he spreads my lower lips and stares.

  “Perfection,” he sighs before moving his head to my mound. He gently blows on me and the cool air is soon replaced by the warmth of his mouth. Alternately, he sucks and licks my clit. Tension builds in me and my squirming only causes him to move faster. His tongue juts inside me, working his magic. My attempts to grasp on to something fail and when I reach my climax, I arch against the mirrored wall. He’s not done with me yet and trails kisses upwards until he is sucking on my breast again while one hand goes to my sex, gently kneading where his mouth just left. I am still shuddering from my last orgasm when I feel another one building. He must feel it coming too and pulls me tightly to him as I have my third orgasm in an hour.

  Colt releases me and directs me to sit beside him. He leans me back until my hair is fully wet. I am surprised when he pulls out shampoo and starts to rub it into my hair. His erection is still standing strong and I ache to make him come again.

  “Patience, Angel. We have all night,” he says with a knowing smirk.

  I relax into his hands as they massage my scalp. Damn, if getting my hair washed by him isn’t one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying. He rinses my hair free before handing me the bottle. I gladly return the favor, savoring the feeling of his hair in my fingers. We continue bathing each other until we know the foreplay is over.

  As we step out from the tub, he grabs a towel hanging on the wall shelf and rubs me down, drying the moisture off me. Without another word, he picks me up and carries me straight to the bed. I lay down and he pins me under him and I feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, hard and quick,” he growls in low tones.

  “Please,” I beg.

  Reaching over, he grabs a condom from the nightstand and quickly tears the package open with his teeth.

  “Let me,” I offer and he grunts with pleased approval. Taking the condom, I roll it down his shaft, amazed again how beautiful a penis can be.

  He positions himself back over me again, spreading his arms and lowering himself to press against me. First he sticks just the tip in and out until I am nice and wet again, which doesn’t take long since I’m so turned on. When I’m ready he enters me with his entire dick and I feel things I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been with someone his size and didn’t know the difference it could make. This is heaven and I have died a blissful death. He thrusts in and out, fierce as promised and my hips find a natural rhythm with his.

  “Lay your arms out,” he demands, and I follow directions, lost in sexual bliss. His hands cover mine and I am completely pinned down.

  The hard thrusts continue, coming faster and I know I won’t last much longer.

  “I’m about to come,” he moans and I clench my muscles tighter around him. We reach simultaneous orgasms and our bodies tense together before riding the wave of ecstasy.

  “You’re amazing, my angel,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.

  “And you, there are no words to describe.” I tell him, still panting with pleasure.

  He rolls off of me, lying beside me for a few minutes, before going to clean up. I could give in to this rapture all night long, but unfortunately, the effects of the alcohol are wearing off and not even the sheer adrenaline rush of perfect sex can stave off the sleepiness. Taking my turn in the bathroom, I find a hotel toothbrush still wrapped in plastic waiting for me. I brush my teeth and join him in bed, snuggling up to his naked body. His arms wraps around me, pulling me in close.

  The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I went into this with no expectations, but I feel a slight panic and shame that he has bailed on me, despite this being his hotel room. Surprisingly, I have no hangover and I slept well, waking rested. My clothes are still lying on the bathroom floor and I gather them, quickly dressing so I can leave, but leaving my panties behind in the small trashcan.

  Shit, I can’t find my shoes anywhere though. I look all around, even crawling under the bed.

  “Looking for these?” a now familiar low voice asks and I hit my head on the bed frame.

  I scoot out from under the bed and see Colt standing at the door, my shoes dangling from his hand. Two coffees nested in a tray from his other hand.

/>   “You’re here,” I stammer.

  “Well, yes, this is my room,” he retorts with a smile.

  “I thought you left trying to avoid watching me do the Walk of Shame.” Damn it, I sound like a needy bitch.

  “Just thought you’d want some good coffee. This hotel instacrap does nothing for me.”

  “Oh,” I answer stupidly. “Wait a minute, how’d you know I was looking for my shoes?”

  “Because you’re fully dressed except for them and people always look for shoes under a bed first. I took them with me, in case you had any ideas of leaving before I got back.”

  “No expectations, remember?”

  “The morning’s not over yet, Angel.”

  It’s just not fair that a man can be this hot and casual. Even without the beer goggles he is still my dream man. This no expectations clause is going to be awfully hard to keep.

  “Good point,” I reply finally breaking a smile.

  We drink our coffee on the balcony, enjoy the balmy morning. This moment can’t last forever but I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. Small talk doesn’t seem appropriate after the night we shared, so we sit in a comfortable silence.

  “So,” Colt begins after a few minutes. “Are we still doing this completely honest thing?”

  “Why not, I’m a pretty big fan of it.”

  “Then to be completely honest, I think we should extend our arrangement for the duration of my stay.”

  My heart lurches. God, I would love that but it will make things even harder in the end. However, lust and attraction win out.

  “And how long will you be staying?”

  “I fly out Monday morning at seven.”

  “I can drop you off at the airport before I go to work.” My answer is rewarded with his sexy smile. “I have some conditions though.”

  “Conditions I can work with. Give them to me.”

  “First, I need to go home and get some clothes. Second, I have a last dinner with my friend tonight, so I’ll be gone for a few hours. And third, most of tomorrow I will be wrapped up with the wedding.”

  “I accept those conditions, with one of my own.”