Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

He locked his lip under his teeth and threw himself forward, thrusting fast and hard, going in long and deep. He breathed out a sigh of relief as her cunt milked his shaft, vibrating around his pulsing penis until she fell to the counter and he collapsed on her back, his cock still buried high inside her as she whispered his name and he chanted hers as well.

* * * *

At Blazier’s Farm and Stables, no one had seen or heard from Kurt. Brandon was antsy. He’d tried to reach Coco a few times, too. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

“Anyone heard from them yet?” Brandon asked, watching Dante as he pulled off his manure-soaked boots and threw them in plastic.

“Not yet,” Dante muttered, distant.

“If they’re not back soon, I’ll shower and ride out to her place. If they aren’t there, I’ll go over to the Jacksons and see if Brianna knows where she might be.”

“Are you thinking Kurt may be with her?” Mason asked, joining them in the mud room.

Hales smirked as he slung some bridles over a saddle he’d been cleaning. “If Kurt is with her, we won’t see them until this time next week.”

“I’ll let that slide,” Brandon said, walking out. He had just taken a seat at the long picnic table in their massive country kitchen when the back door opened and in walked a freshly fucked pair.

It wasn’t a guess and he didn’t have to ask. Her lightly blushed cheeks and Kurt’s new attitude spoke volumes.

“I guess whatever you guys were doing couldn’t be postponed?” Brandon asked, trying to still his temper. “Ever thought about someone other than yourselves?”

Coco stared at him blankly. They locked in this indescribable exchange and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it guilt he detected? Satisfaction? Regret, remorse, or was he trying to find something there that didn’t exist at all?

For a thoughtful moment, he wondered what pushing Coco away might have cost him. Didn’t she realize he’d tried to keep her at bay in order to save her? Hadn’t she known how much he cared for her?

Briefly saddened by the strained distance between them, Brandon decided to own his mistakes. There wasn’t anything he could do to change the past and considering she was still alive, he had to believe his decision to send her away had been appropriate.

“All things considered, you should’ve called,” Zak said, stomping by them. “We didn’t know if you were alive or dead on the side of the road somewhere.”

“He’s right,” Dante said. “Even if you were fucking—and I’m betting you were—you can always pause long enough to say ‘Yeah, I’m all right.’”

“I agree with Dante.” Hales grinned. “Fuck, Kurt, for you it would’ve only taken maybe one stroke or two to type all that out and send it as a group message.”

Brandon listened to the jabs. He’d known this day was coming. He’d even discussed it with his mother a few days before her death. He’d given her his viewpoints, his thoughts about sharing Coco with two of his siblings, the brothers who had already made a point to tell him what they were feeling, how they desired the woman who had been more of a friend to him than a lover, at least in recent months.

“We’re here now,” Kurt said, noncommittal. He grabbed a bottled beer from the fridge before he sat on the table like a heathen rather than claiming a spot on the bench where his ass belonged.

“Well?” Brandon was a man of few words for a reason. The less he said, the more he could learn, particularly from this crew. “I’m assuming you have something to tell me.” His gaze worked between Kurt and Coco. “I tried to reach both of you. Neither one of you answered so one can only assume—”

“I fucked her,” Kurt said, twisting off the bottle top and staring Brandon in the eye when he said it. “And if I have my way, it’ll happen again and again.”

Coco gulped.

Hales slapped Coco on the back. “Hang in there, sweets. It’s about to get real interesting here on the homefront. You of all people should’ve known Kurt wasn’t about to keep those bragging rights to himself.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” she asked, her eyes misty.

“No, but now that Hales mentioned it, I have them. They’re mine to remember and enjoy. I’m not ashamed,” Kurt said, taking a drink of his beer and givi

ng her a knowing look that chilled Brandon to the bone.

It was one of knowledge, one of recognition. Like Brandon, Kurt knew her smell, her taste, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, the way her body moved when she fucked. He’d seen those pretty diamond-shaped nipples, the hardened sight of them enough to make a man’s mouth wet, his dick so goddamn hard.

As if it had been planned, the other Blazier brothers took their seats in order of age—Zak, Liam, Dallas, Dante, Hales, and Mason. Brandon was the oldest now and Kurt was right behind him.

Regardless of age or birthright, Brandon had always gone first even though Nate had been the oldest and had stood out as the family’s business representative. Brandon had been first in all other things—first in his class in high school and college, always taking first prize at the horse shows and in 4-H competitions. He was his mother’s favorite son, and the list went on and on. Given the hands life had dealt him, it would only seem natural that he had enjoyed Coco first, too.

He had been her first lover as a matter of fact, and because of that very reason he hadn’t looked much further than Coco. Once he had her, he kept her. His mother often accused him of staying with her for purely selfish reasons and privately he’d always feared he wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted, needed, or deserved.