Billionaire Cowboy: Siblings (Book 2 in the Richland Series)

Chapter 10: Rianne

Rianne’s pov

For the first time, waking up at the clubhouse was relaxing, and as weird as it sounded to admit, pleasant. I've always felt safe, my cousin Ty would never let anything happen to me, but this morning, something felt different.

A throaty yawn escaped my lips, signaling a well-rested night. Probably the best sleep I've had in a long time. Other than probably having icky morning breath, my body was revived and ready to take on the world.

Feeling warmth fan across my neck, I slowly peeked over my shoulder to find Michael sound asleep. Hmm, where did he come from? Trying to remember how he ended up in my bed, I stared at the ceiling feeling calm. Instead of freaking out, I smiled and snuggled into his shoulder, as he softly pulled us closer.

Even in his sleep he wanted me.

I felt special in his arms, wanted and needed, but then my overanalytic mind destroyed my happiness yet again.

Reality has hit.

Is this how he treats all his flings? Great, last night was a mistake. Now I’ve become just another girl to him. He’ll never look at me again and never give us a chance. I’m such an i***t.

Closing my eyes and hoping to extend my fantasy morning, a soft kiss on my shoulder caught my attention as gorgeous blue eyes met mine. Kissing his way up my neck, which, of course, I titled for better access, his soft moans gave me warm feelings inside. Hussy.

Sealing our lips, he slowly rotated his muscular body to cover mine as he worked his way over my curves. I could get used to this.

Callused hands slipped off my bra as he softly massaged my melons, rotating between his hands and mouth. Good gawd, this man was amazing. Having little if any experience with guys, I wasn’t sure what to do, but curiosity got the best of me as I explored his body. If there was a term or description other than Adonis or muscles on muscles, that I could think of, I would have used it to thank the gods above.

A part of me was intimidated, knowing all the experience he has had in the bedroom, but whatever he was doing, I did not want him to stop, so I kept my concerns to myself.

Kissing down my flat stomach, I praised myself for visiting the gym often, he pulled off my thong, leaving soft kisses along his path. Curious as to what he was planning, I propped myself up on my elbows watching his gorgeous blue eyes staring into my soul, before they disappeared.

With his head between my legs, we entered new waters, and for me, the sea was getting pleasantly rough. My head dropped back as moans from deep within escaped from my mouth.

Unsure what he was doing, but darn sure I wanted more, I fell back on my shoulders as loud moans filled the room. Out of instinct, I grabbed his hair but then he paused, forcing me to grunt. Should I grab his hair? Needing the erotic experience to continue, I began pleading for him to continue. A wink from those gorgeous eyes was the last thing I saw before he returned his head between my legs.

Refusing to let him stop, I found myself pulling him closer.

Hussy.

Butterflies continued to explode in my stomach like fireworks as tingles ricocheted throughout my body. Unfamiliar with the experience, I not only liked it, but I craved more.

Catching my breath, he slowly kissed his way up my stomach, speaking for the first time, “I love how you react to me.” Unable to speak, I smiled, letting out a deep sigh of total bliss.

Kissing his way further up my body, he paused briefly, giving more attention to each of my melons, then laid his hips between my legs that I gladly spread open for him.

Hussy.

He brushed back a strand of my hair behind an ear and whispered in his deep sexy voice, “I’ve been wanting to do that to you for a long time.” Leaning in for another kiss, I replied without thinking, “I’ll never tell you no.”

Wait, was that me?

After another long passionate kiss, I gasped, feeling something hard between my legs.

Was this really going to happen?

“Have I told you how much I love your breast?” he mumbled. Breast? Not t**s or boobs? I giggled as he plopped one out of his mouth, tugging on it gently with his teeth. I smirked, “You definitely give them a lot of attention.” Keeping his eyes on me, he returned his hands to my body like he was memorizing every curve.

Squirming slightly from the tingles, my mind was in overdrive while my body was at his mercy. Taking deep breaths as moans continued to roll off my lips, I gripped the sheets at my sides, hoping this experience never ends.

"Don't be scared, I'll never hurt you," he whispered as a hand slid further down until something gently entered down south. At first it felt wrong, but whatever he was doing, quickly became beyond enjoyable. Closing my eyes, he continued to explore my body as our breathing increased and little beads of sweat splattered my skin.

Another explosion of fireworks reverberated throughout my body as our moans increased and our names were yelled in a rhythmic pattern.

Feeling his lips on my mouth, I opened my eyes unaware he had worked his way back up my body. The rumors were right, Michael was more than a god in the bedroom.

From tingles and a crescendo of explosions, my mind was blown trying to understand what he was doing while my body demanded more. Hands traced his back, pulling him closer. Nibling on my ear, he whispered, “We can stop, if you want, just tell me. I will never hurt you.” Without hesitation, I pleaded, “I want this, I want you, Michael.”

Hussy.

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Michael’s pov

While taking a shower, my mind replayed the events from this morning. I never imagined waking up with a female in my bed, let alone in my arms. My old self would have been upset. And, of course, my solution: finding the next transaction to validate that whatever just happened, meant nothing.

But this morning, I had none of those negative feelings, and I was okay with it. The females of my past were just a means to release stress or get my kicks off.

Ri was different, she always has been.

Waking up with Ri in my arms, feeling her soft skin molded perfectly against me like she was made for me, I knew I didn’t want to let her go.

Do I feel bad or guilty about taking her virginity? Other than having to deal with her brother, NO. Her first time should be something she’ll always remember. And, boy did I deliver. But you know, I can't believe she waited this long.

After being with Ri, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. I sure as hell don’t want another guy touching her.

Rinsing the shampoo from my hair, cold hands touched my chest, causing me to open my eyes. Brown, innocent doe eyes were staring back. Does she know what she’s doing? Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Lifting up on her tippy toes, she met my lips as her hands snaked around my neck. Breaking the kiss for air, I whispered as our foreheads touched, “Are you feeling OK?” She bit her lip, nodding.

Smirking, I could feel myself getting harder than I had expected, down south, “Babe, you have no idea what you do to me.” Scrunching her brows, she titled her head as her soft puckered lips revealed the innocence that I adore.

Kissing her forehead, I explained, “You have no idea how sexy you are. Biting your lip like that, turns me on.” With wide eyes, her bottom lip rolled out from being trapped by her teeth as her mouth created an O shape.

Surprising me once again, she took the initiative, leaning in for a kiss, “What if I was trying to turn you on?”

Oh, hot damn.

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Two hours later, we finally exited the bedroom, dressed after a couple of rounds where she took more initiative to lead, both in and out of the shower. I can’t get enough of her.

Walking towards the large room, the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee made my stomach grumble. Draping an arm over her shoulder to keep her close, we walked to the bar where an Old Lady placed two mugs of coffee and a bottle of Tylenol. She smirked, staring at the love marks on Ri's neck, "A bit late for breakfast, but we can fix ya up."

Sitting beside my girl, I sipped hot coffee, trying to decide what to eat until noticing Ri was looking through the windows at a handful of unfamiliar faces outside in the parking lot. Sliding her chair between my legs, I was being a bit possessive, but I didn’t give a damn.

Tennessee, a club bunny who likes to give me sh*t but is protective of Ri, walked behind the bar tilting her head towards the visitors, “Another chapter stopped by for a break on their run. Probably be a party tonight. Y'all should stay.” Neither Ri nor I answered. I didn’t want to spend more time in this place, so leaving as soon as possible was my plan.

Finishing our coffee, Ri and I decided to get food on the way home. After saying our goodbyes to those inside the clubhouse, we walked hand-in-hand to my truck, prepared to leave until Hawk delayed our exit by calling Ri over to meet a couple of visitors.

Squeezing my hand, I smiled at my girl, knowing when she put her hair up in a ponytail, the deep purple love marks on her lower neck would be visible.

Approaching Hawk and Tank, it wasn't hard to miss the visitors, who had no shame, roaming Ri's body and licking their lips like she was a piece of meat. Around so many unknown predators, there was little I could do. Technically, I'm not sure what is going on between Ri and I, but these desperate guys, who looked like they were released recently from prison, didn't need to know the truth.

“So pretty thing, why don’t you tell me about your money-making idea?” A bald ugly f*cker spat. Squeezing my hand, probably trying to calm me down and reassure herself, Ri looked him straight in the eyes, “We’re putting together a business plan for President Hawk and his members. One of my business partners will be overseeing the process.” Ri, always the business lady.

A deeper voice from a thick mustache perv hinted, “If your business partner is busy in Miles City, maybe you could oversee Okotos personally. We are larger, in many ways.” The perv grabbed his crotch, gaining prison yard cheers from the goons behind him.

Squeezing my hand again, Ri quickly responded, “Thank you for the invite, but I’ll be busy with cowboys and rodeos.” Looking quickly in Hawk's direction, I wondered why he was being quiet.

Prepared to leave, we were about to turn when the bald f*cker commented, “Then you'll be at the Calgary Stampede? We’re less than thirty minutes away. We can plan your visit for early July. You’ll learn more from an Okotos member than any cowboy.” The prison yard cheers got louder.

Why does he talk in third person, always referring to their chapter's name?

His request was more of a statement, which pissed me off. Looking at Tank, he also looked like he was pissed. But thank goodness my girl was quick on her feet, yet again. Squeezing my hand, she calmly said, “Thank you again for the offer, but when I arrive in town to work, there will be little if any down time between recordings and editing. It takes many hours to produce an episode. We can answer any questions you might have over email or phone, but adding extra stops is almost impossible.”

There was a brief silence, until Ri cut off another comment to entertain the prison yard. I was proud when she spoke their language, “Bringing Miles City online will not be easy, maybe you could have an Okotos member see what it takes first. Then your chapter can discuss and vote if this is an adventure they want. Off the top of my head, it’ll cost Miles City around eight to ten thousand dollars for start-up fees. A larger chapter like yourselves could be looking over twenty thousand.”

The bald f*cker spat, showing he let a non-MC member get under his skin, “Never knew a woman controlled Miles City.” Squeezing her hand, I hoped Ri would let the guys figure this out, but she was pissed and wouldn’t stop. Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and spoke in her calm voice again, “I’m not a bunny or an Old Lady, I am a business person who you asked for advice from. If you decide you want to put the Okotos MC chapter on the digital map, then you know how to reach me. Rodeo season starts in two days, so I have a lot to do. Excuse me gentlemen.”

Hawk finally spoke, “We were hoping everyone would join us tonight in welcoming the Okotos chapter to Miles City.” First his silence, and now his words were not helping. Squeezing my hand, Ri looked at me, then Hawk, when she answered, “I’m sorry we already have plans.” Squeezing my hand, we waited as a silence made the situation more awkward.

Turning to leave, Ri said goodbye to Hawk and Tank and smiled briefly at the visitors, before pulling us to my truck. Any club politics, Hawk and Tank would have to handle without us.

Releasing her hand, I gave it a shake, trying to get the blood to return.

Exiting the club’s property, we both let out loud sighs, then decided to eat lunch at her house because it was almost noon.

Reaching our long driveway, she let out a humph, before venting her frustrations, “Harper, our new girl, is perfect for the Miles City job. She's one tough cookie with a spicy background who won't let anyone walk all over her. I’m even willing to help when I'm in town. But I’m not getting involved with other chapters. Okotos is a very large club with over one hundred members, but that doesn’t give Hawk the right to let them talk to me like that. Does he really think I’d do business with arrogant arseholes? I will never visit that clubhouse and I don’t plan to be available when I’m in Calgary.”

Wanting to help, but unsure how, I waited for her rant to end before asking, “What can I do to help?” She spoke out loud to herself, “Unless you go to Calgary with me, I have no idea.”

Calgary? Matt and I kick arse there every year. Of course, I’ll be there with her. But will Calgary be enough? What if those pervs track her down in another town?

Trying to lighten the mood, I asked her about the upcoming episodes of Rodeo Ways and she mentioned a documentary-style theme where she plans to follow two Texas circuit champions. The competitive side of me wanted to meet the “champions from the south” and show them things are different in Montana and maybe introduce them to Matt and I, a real pair of champions.

Reaching her house at the end of the drive, I turned off the engine, curious about her knowledge of Okotos, “How do you know so much about that Canadian club?” Shutting her door, she walked around the front to meet me, “It was all over their cuts like a walking billboard.” Huh, I hadn’t noticed.

As we walked up the front steps, voices rattled through the open window. Is Matt back?

Pulling her to the side away from a window, I gently released her ponytail and whispered, “Your brother is inside, it might be better to hide your love marks.” Grabbing her neck, a pink blush tinted her cheeks, “I forgot.”

Smacking my stomach, she smirked, “It’s your fault.” I leaned in, giving her a kiss, then whispered, “If you’re not careful, I’ll add more tonight.” Leaning in for another kiss, she whispered, “Is that a promise?”

Hot damn!