Dynomite: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance by Layla Wolfe Page A

started to puddle with water, and now I was the one who couldn’t take it.
    I grabbed her by the upper arms and jammed her against my chest. One hand cradled her skull to my throat. She came willingly, no resistance at all. I squished her like raw clay, as though she had no bones, as though she could pass airily through my skeleton.
    She even wrapped her arms around my waist and mumbled against my collarbone. “You don’t know how much stress I’m under. You think I’m this perfect rah-rah cheerleader.”
    “No. I don’t think that at all.”
    She pulled back far enough to look up at me. I couldn’t tell if she was offended that I didn’t think she was the cheerleader type. My heart actually thudded, wondering what her urgent look was all about.
    I actually stroked her head. I’m not a head-stroking guy, but suddenly I felt all affectionate over her. Maybe it was her big-eyed pleading look. That was it.
    But I sure wasn’t ready for her words.
    “Kiss me.”
    I did. And how.
    I probably left fingerprints on her upper arms, I was squeezing her so tightly. I had to hold myself back from sliding my tongue down her throat. I usually just glommed onto the girl like some kind of starving vampire. Of course, at the time, every teen boy thinks he’s the world’s best lover. You don’t know it’s going to take another five, seven years to reach that status. Fucking another hundred women might be a good start. April wasn’t my first rodeo by a long shot, but how many gals could a seventeen-year-old run around banging simultaneously?
    So I admired the way I held back. I gently licked the inside of her upper lip, tickling her incisors with the tip of my tongue. She was a tiny doe of a girl in my hands. Like a little bird with her tiny bones, and I was crushing her.
    But she went limp willingly. It’s corny to say she melted into my arms, but she did. She parted her lips and tickled my tongue with hers. She even lifted one of her little cowgirl boots and placed it around the back of my knee. I helped her out by twining a hand around her bare thigh and holding it up there. Wedged against me like this, I could slather my stiff cock almost against her bared panties, her skirt was hiked up so high.
    And I knew I wouldn’t make it.
    I wouldn’t last long with her sighing into my mouth, going limp in my arms, smashing her shelf of boobs to my abs.
    I had to find a graceful, manly way out of this. I couldn’t go shooting in my jeans like some fucking…well, like some fucking inexperienced teenager.
    The truth was, April was the classiest girl who’d ever thrown herself at me. She topped even her BFF Olivia for hifalutin class.
    Olivia had thrown herself at me just yesterday, in fact. I was walking with my book bag after last class, heading to the parking lot where my ride was waiting. We were calving out some heifers that afternoon so I was going in early. Olivia literally grabbed me, dragged me behind a dumpster, and slid her tongue down my throat, just as I was now doing to April.
    Weird thing was, I didn’t respond. It was like my body was dead. What the fuck was happening to me? Scared me that I was just going through the motions, and when I went to feel her boob, that’s when I cut it short. I made some calving excuse, but truth was, my heart and dick weren’t in it. I didn’t want to bang this delicious blonde head cheerleader , and I was making an excuse to get out of it.
    I kept telling myself it was because I wanted April so heavily. I was glad to find out now I’d probably been right. My cock was up like a fucking hammer, holding it against such a sheer piece of heaven. And then she started moving. Rocking her hips back and forth against my hard-on. Her pouty lips slashed and slid across mine, her gravity-defying boobs rubbed my nipples, and now just a couple layers of flimsy cotton separated her pussy from my prick.
    I was an absolute out-of-control maniac. And I was about to lose it severely.
    I did the