Mason & Bradi hope you enjoy their story!
Book 2 of the Cowboy Rough Series
All her life, tomboy Bradi Kincaid has wanted two things—a career as a veterinarian in her hometown Grayson, Texas…and Mason Montgomery. Problem is, he’s her best friend and according to him she’s “one of the guys”. Convinced he’ll never see her otherwise, Bradi comes up with a sure-fire plan to get over Mason—flirt a little, dance a lot and get laid.
What Mason imagines doing to Bradi is just all kinds of
wrong. But the woman on the dance floor isn’t the girl he grew up with.
She’s hot and sexy and turning him on. Him and every other man in the
bar. She’s also had too much to drink and is unaware of the trouble
she’s inviting. He does what any friend would, he steps in, then sets
out to teach her a lesson.
But before the sun rises, Mason discovers Bradi has a thing or two to teach him.
This story contains spanking, biting and some “tie me up”, bucking-hard sex.
This book was previously published.
Available at Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Y991RY3
Excerpt from Bucking Hard:
Mason’s hips rolled with every sway of the saddle, and a different kind of moisture dampened the already wet crotch of Bradi’s panties. After years of fantasizing, she finally had him where she wanted him—between her legs. Too bad he was facing the wrong direction. And had on clothes. And didn’t know she was of the female persuasion.
He’d be a good mount. She’d heard enough over the years to be sure of that. Hell, she knew just by watching him walk. The man did more than walk. He sauntered and swaggered and strutted and… God, with every step, she imagined that same strong, sure rhythm pounding into her.
Her pussy clenched, and she groaned.
“What’s wrong?” His deep voice vibrated from inside his chest, tingling her taut nipples.
“Nothing.” She leaned into him under the pretext of getting more comfortable. If she was going to seduce Mason, she couldn’t come at him like a freight train. “I swear you always ride a bony-ass horse.”
He shook his head, and Bradi let go of the back of the saddle to reach for the chestnut waves below his hat. Her hand stopped short of sampling the hair overlapping his collar. She curled her fingers into her palm.
“What are you doing out here anyway?”
Oh, just stalling. “I needed to talk to you about something. And since you won’t return any of my calls, I was coming to see you. That thing does work, doesn’t it?” She patted the cell phone holster on his hip and laid her hand on his thigh as if it were the most natural place for her hand to land and that touching him didn’t make her fingertips tingle.
The hard, thick muscle covered in soft, faded denim tensed beneath her fingers, and Rocky shifted off the trail. Mason corrected him with a slight nudge with the opposite leg. “I’ve been busy.”
Bradi frowned but resisted the urge to thrum her fingers on his thigh. Not exactly the reaction she needed to boost her courage. She hadn’t actually set out to seduce him today. If she had, she wouldn’t have chosen this lousy scenario. Finally telling him how she felt about him was the original plan. But now that she’d thought about it, seducing him first might be easier. I love you might sound better after hot and sweaty sex.
Easier, my ass. She’d known him all her life, and not once had he ever looked at her as a woman. And maybe she wasn’t when she left for college seven years ago. But she’d changed.
Away from home, she didn’t have to constantly compete with the men on the ranch or work twice as hard for their respect and approval. In the city, and while focusing only on school—well, there were a few parties—she’d been educated in other ways. She’d learned to embrace her femininity. Hell, she’d reveled in it. Problem was, she couldn’t be a woman in Grayson. Every time she came home, she fell right back into old habits and a lifetime of insecurities.
After a couple of semesters it became “more economical” to get an apartment near the university instead of commuting. She’d made the argument of how hard it was to drive back and forth and still find time to study when, in truth, it just got too hard to be one of the guys. Harder still to watch the parade of women in Mason’s life. It seemed as if one woman slid out of his bed as another slipped in. And each was like a burr under Bradi’s saddle.
She’d tried to move on, dated other guys, even pushed herself to explore sex, hoping a physical connection with another man would prove her longing for Mason was just a juvenile crush. She’d learned a thing or two about who she was and what she wanted in a lover. But the ache never subsided.
So it was now or never. She had a decision to make about her future, and Mason was the deciding factor. He’d either see her as a woman or he wouldn’t, and she’d know once and for all that loving Mason Montgomery was a lost cause.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she ached to strip away his shirt and bite the smooth, tanned skin beneath, then oh so slowly lick away the sting. “Busy, huh? I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Ever since I got home, you seem busy.” Laying her cheek against his back, she closed her eyes and inhaled. Sweat, leather, soap, and Mason—damn, she’d missed his scent. She’d missed his friendship more.
Bradi wiggled closer. Solid muscle resisted the pressure and flattened her breasts. The seam of her jeans stimulated her swollen clit. Heat built low in her belly.
She eased her hand higher on his thigh. “Have you heard from Granddad?”
“Yesterday.”
Setting her fingers at a steady thrum of impatience, she waited for him to elaborate. His grandfather was in Wyoming, visiting his brother. At least that’s what her mom had said. Bradi really missed the old man who’d played grandfather to her and both mom and dad to Mason after his parents’ death. “Well, how’s he enjoying his stay?”
“Okay, I guess.”
Bradi rolled her eyes. He was never what she’d call talkative. Neither of them were. But he’d never seemed this reluctant to spare a few words. “You going to Clay and Lindsey’s engagement party tonight?” And are you taking a date?
“Yeah.” He switched the reins to his left hand and propped his right hand at the crease of his thigh between her hand and her target. His elbow bumped her arm, knocking her hand away and forcing her withdrawal. “I want to talk to Bill Shipley. Rumor has it he’s selling off that bull of his and I want it.”
Blocked but not giving up, Bradi let go of the cantle completely, placed both hands at his waist, and waited for another opening. “Bill’s selling Mack?” So named because he was built like a semi truck. “Is something wrong with him? Want me to go check him out before you make an offer?”
“Nah, Doc Harper says he’s healthy. Checked him out last week. That’s who I heard about it from.” He smiled at her over his shoulder, melting her with those sultry brown eyes, then suddenly scowled and looked straight ahead again. “Doc’s excited about getting you settled at the clinic. He couldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Yeah.” Guilt washed over her, yanking her out of their comfortable chatter and reminding her how many lives would be affected by her decision. Since the moment she’d made up her mind to become a veterinarian, Doc Harper had taken her under his wing and promised that when she was done with school and ready to intern, he’d have a spot for her. And when he retired, he’d turn over his practice to her. The plan was ideal, and her future was set.
But over the last few months, she’d almost dreaded the idea of coming home and settling down, which made the job offer to intern with the rodeo circuit more enticing. The circuit was never in one spot for long, offered a variety of experience, and was nowhere near Mason.
“You going to the party?”
Bradi shrugged, suddenly more depressed than horny. “I’m supposed to help decorate later, but I don’t feel much like sticking around.”
The ranching community was widespread but tight knit. Everyone knew everyone, and the party would probably be fun, but Bradi couldn’t think past the man in front of her and what he’d say when she finally worked up the nerve to spill her guts.
“Mom said Catie went a little overboard with this shindig. I think she’s excited to see her brother finally find someone. And Lindsey being her best friend…” Just the thought of seeing Clay with Lindsey and Catie with her husband and all the other happy couples made Bradi want to throw up. But Catie was depending on her.
More likely, Bradi was next on Catie’s list and would be the victim of some matchmaking scheme. She snorted and adjusted her weight. Just what she needed.
“Will you be still?” Mason leaned forward. “And scoot back. There’s only room in this saddle for one.”
Cheeks flaming, Bradi sat up straight and grabbed the cantle. Moisture pricked her eyelids. It wasn’t the first time he’d rejected her touch, but she couldn’t hold back the irrational anger that instinctively surfaced to cover her embarrassment and hurt. “Geez, sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a burden.”
“You’re not— I’m just— Hell, let’s just get home.” Mason kicked Rocky into a swift trot.
Bradi tightened her legs around the horse and her grip on the cantle as Rocky’s stride lengthened into a gallop. Wind whipped her hair from her ponytail and into her eyes, but hell would freeze over before she used him as a shield. That would involve touching him again.
The ranch house came into view, and a minute later, Rocky slowed to a trot. The second the horse stopped in front of the barn, Bradi launched herself off his back and headed for the house. She’d have to call her dad to come get her. Her mom was at the beauty shop.
Before she could take two steps, strong fingers clamped around her arm and swung her around. “Bradi, wait.”
She tried to squirm free, but he latched on to both arms. Her eyes welled up. God, she hated to cry. Tears were a weakness, and she refused to let anyone see her that way, especially Mason. “Don’t worry. I won’t bother you again.”
Mason backed her up, sandwiching her between Rocky and his tall, hard body. “I’m sorry. It’s just hot outside, and I’m not… Shit, are you crying?”
“Hell no, I’m not crying.” She wrenched one arm free to rub her face. “My hair blew in my eyes.”
“Look at me.” He hooked his fingers under her chin to tip her face up. Eyes the color of maple syrup studied her face. She jerked her head to one side and looked away, then trembled as one finger stroked her jaw. “Wind doesn’t make your nose run.”
His tenderness deflated her anger and brought more tears to her eyes. She sniffed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get all emotional. I have a lot on my mind.”
“And I’m an ass.”
Her lower lip trembled as she tried to form a smile. “Won’t argue that.”
The chuckle she’d hoped for didn’t come, and if possible, his scowl deepened. His thumb grazed the corner of her mouth. “Bradi, I’ve been thinking—”
Behind him, the sound of wheels on gravel drew their attention. Sun glinted off the windshield of a silver luxury sedan, and Bradi’s heart sank.
Mason glanced over his shoulder. “Shit.”
He stepped back as Cal Wilson, gray, weathered, and bowlegged, ambled from the barn. Heath Jordan was right on his heels, his youth and agility evident in his cocky swagger. All three men watched the door of the vehicle open and a pair of long, bare legs unfold from the front seat. Deidre Latham stood, tall and sleek, dressed in a strapless turquoise sundress and silver high-heeled sandals. She leaned against the car and raised a slender arm, bracelets sparkling, to brush a lock of hair from her face.
It was like watching a beer commercial.
She had that perfect model look. A look Bradi couldn’t compete with on her best
day. She heaved a defeated sight. “That’s my cue to go.”
Mason looked down at Bradi, and she wanted to crawl under a rock. Compared to Deidre, she probably looked like she’d just come from under one. “Give me five minutes, and we’ll go up to the house and talk.”
“She’ll want more than five minutes.” Bradi stepped around him. “Can one of you guys give me a ride?”
Heath dragged his gaze from Deidre and smiled. “I’m headed to town. I can drop you off.”
Cal shuffled to grab Rocky’s reins. “I’ll take him, boss.”
Mason looked torn, and if it hadn’t hurt so bad, Bradi might have laughed. But her stomach rolled, her heart pitched, and her throat tightened. He took a step in her direction. “I thought you wanted to talk.”
She glanced from Mason to Deidre and back again. Her eyelids burned as she shook her head. “That’s okay, Mason. I know what I need to do.” She turned away and jogged after Heath. Opening the door to his pickup, she wiped her face to make sure it was dry and jumped in. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem.” He grabbed the keys from the visor and shoved them into the ignition. “Hey, are you going to the party tonight?”
She shook her head. “Mmm, I don’t think so.”
“That’s too bad. I thought you might save me a dance.”
Bradi tilted a feeble smile at Heath then looked out the window. He put the truck in gear, backed up, then shot forward. Mason’s gaze lifted as they approached, and Deidre laid a hand on his chest. Except for the irritated expression on his face when they passed, Bradi had to admit they made a beautiful couple.
Swallowing hard, Bradi pivoted in the seat to face Heath. Nothing like Mason’s brooding dark looks, Heath’s blond charm had stolen many a girl’s heart. Bradi shook her head. “I’m sure your dance card is already full up.”
“Nah, I always have room for a sweet thing like you.”
A chuckle bubbled from somewhere inside her, probably bordering on one of those hysterical laughing fits that ended in an emotional breakdown of uncontrolled sobbing. She had to get her mind off Mason before she made a fool of herself. “Are you flirting with me, Heath Jordan?”
His gaze roamed down her body and back up, pausing at her chest, then rising to her face. His eyes seemed alive with surprise. “I think I just might be, Bradi Kinkaid.”
With a glance in the side mirror, she watched the man she loved slowly disappear from sight. He’d made the choice for her and, hard as it was, she had to let him go. She had to move on for real this time. No looking back.
“So what do you say? You gonna break my heart?”
Bradi laid her head back against the window and studied Heath’s lean body. He wasn’t as broad in the shoulder as Mason, but he was just as tall and strong. He had good hands, and unless she was mistaken about the bulge behind his fly, a nice package, too.
Perhaps she should go to the party. Flirt a little, dance a lot, and—she looked into Heath’s twinkling eyes—maybe she’d even get laid.
The first step in getting over Mason Montgomery.
Available at Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Y991RY3
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