I think that this was my personal favorite of all the cowboys Sharon sent me. I think the reasons for that are perfectly obvious to anyone who knows me.(Hint) There are two of them.
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Since Donna gave me such a good idea for a story with Derrick, I figured I'd give it a whirl, so, here goes!
THE COWBOY'S DELIGHT
by Cheryl Brooks
It was pouring down rain when Eloisa left the gym. Not just a little sprinkle, but deluging buckets of the stuff. She was already sweaty from her workout, but with no umbrella, she might as well have gotten into the shower fully clothed.
Scrambling gratefully into her car, she put the key in the ignition and turned it, expecting the usual roar of the engine, but nothing ignited; just cranked in a weak, impotent manner. "You have got to be kidding me," she groaned. "You can't do this to me. You're, you're still under warranty!"
It was dark and stormy and all Eloisa wanted to do was go home. She banged her head on the steering wheel in frustration, proving that, if nothing else, the horn still worked. Not bothering to raise her head, she toyed with the idea of calling her ex-boyfriend, but decided against it. In a town where she only knew her coworkers, there wasn't any family to call, either. "A cab," she decided. It was the only viable solution--either that or a tow truck, or both. It was getting pretty late, but at least her cell phone still worked.
Glancing up at the lights in the gym, she decided that it was worth the effort to be in a warm, dry place long enough to make a call and wait for her ride. Yeah, it was worth it.
"Just one more try," she muttered, giving the key another turn. Nothing happened--nothing new, that is. She was about to open the door when she heard a tap on the window. Glancing up to see who it was, Eloisa's heart fell into the puddle at her feet; she could almost hear the squishy plop when it landed. It was the gym's resident hunk, Derrick, cowboy hat and all.
"This just couldn't get any worse, could it?" she muttered. "I look like a drowned rat, and he'd look good even after a manure cart tipped over on him." Bowing to the inevitable, she opened the door a crack.
"Sounds like a bad starter," he said, shouting over the din of the rain pounding on the roof. "Had trouble before?"
Eloisa shook her head. "It's practically new."
"Yeah, well, they don't make them like they used to," he said. "Want me to take a look at it?"
Having been the talk of the ladies at the gym, Eloisa knew full well that Derrick wasn't a mechanic, and despite the cowboy hat, had probably never been on a horse. Rumor had it that he was an accountant. A single, unattached accountant. However, the fact that he rarely spoke with any of the women had them all speculating that he was either gay or too stuck on himself to acknowledge anything less than a supermodel.
"Don't bother," she said, making a vain attempt to wave him off. "I'll just call a tow truck or a cab or something."
Derrick rolled his eyes--a gesture which made the muscle-bound blond seem far more human than Eloisa had ever given him credit for in the past. "Do you really think I'd let. . . " He broke off there and heaved an exasperated sigh, he went on, "Contrary to popular belief, chivalry is not dead."
"You don't have to stay with me or drive me home," Eloisa said firmly. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
Rain was dripping off the brim of his hat, but Derrick didn't seem to notice, nor did he comment on her declaration of independence. "Look, I've been wanting to say something. . . I'm not much of a talker, but I--" Finally acknowledging the rain, he said abruptly, "Could we have this conversation somewhere else?"
"Like where?"
"Anywhere that's dry."
Eloisa was within a hairsbreadth of telling him to get in her car when she realized how stupid it would be. Granted, he was a known entity, but only up to a point. She might know his name and a little bit about him, but she'd also seen the muscles. He could easily overpower her in just about any situation up to, and possibly including, one in which she was armed. "I really should just call a tow truck."
"Maybe," he admitted. "But this has nothing to do with your car." Her bewildered expression must have prompted him to explain, for he added, "It's just an excuse--a pretty good one, actually."
"For what?"
"To, um, you know. . . talk to you."
"You need an excuse for that?"
"Well, yeah. Like I said, I'm not much of a talker. I just--" He broke off there, seeming very irritated or agitated--she couldn't tell which. "Oh, hell, I give up. Forget it. But, please, let me go back to the gym and call for help. I'll stick around 'til they get here."
It finally dawned on her that he wasn't only offering to help, he was hitting on her, or trying to. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it--either that or he was the most subtle pick-up artist she'd ever encountered. Just pretending to be too damned shy to speak to a girl could be quite appealing--and disarming.
"That would be very kind of you."
"Yeah, well, at least I'm good for something," he muttered.
Eloisa watched his retreating figure as he walked back to the gym, pulling his collar up around his neck, his head bowed against the rain. His walk was purposeful, but she suspected that if there'd been a can lying in the street, he'd have kicked it.
Staring at the rivulets running down the windshield, Eloisa waited, wondering if she should take him up on his other offer. Conversation, he'd said, but he'd also admitted that he wasn't much of a talker. What else did he have in mind? Sex? Oh, surely not! He was the kind of gorgeous hunk that no woman in her right mind would turn down, and yet he seemed to be the most painfully shy and insecure man she'd ever met.
He returned before she'd had much time to ponder his odd behavior. This time, however, she unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in. In the confined space, his masculine scent was magnified; just inhaling it made her wish he had been talking about sex. She'd seen his body; the power in those heavily muscled thighs and that fabulous ass would pretty much guarantee endless, mind-blowing sex. Unless, of course, he had no dick to speak of.
"It'll be three hours before a tow truck can get here," he reported. "Want to wait, or do you want the cab?" Then, not waiting for her reply, he blurted out, "I'll take you home--or anyplace else you want to go. I won't try anything, I promise. Just let me help you."
"A guy like you should be promising me that you would try something," she said with a smile. "--you know, as incentive?"
Clearly taken aback, he said. "You'd want that?"
Eloisa couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite a hunk, Derrick--and, yes, I know your name. Trust me, every woman who lays eyes on you is probably lusting after you. I can't believe you're so shy."
"Wasn't always like this," he mumbled. "Used to be little and skinny and scared to death of girls."
Something told her that not everything had changed. "Still scared to death of girls?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he said, as though relieved to actually say it out loud. "Terrified."
"But you wanted to talk to me? Why?"
"Thought you looked nice," he said. "Very friendly, and--" Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he turned away.
"And?"
"I can't tell you the other part."
"Why not?"
Turning back toward her, he shook his head. "Sounds too crass."
"Try me."
When their eyes met, his expression was bleak, but hungry at the same time. "Just looking at you makes my dick hard." He turned away again. "Shouldn't say that, but it's true."
"I don't believe it," she scoffed. "Even my ex-boyfriend didn't--" She broke off there before adding reflectively, "--though that might be why he's my ex."
"He's an idiot," Derrick said flatly.
"Ah, so you've met him?"
"No, he's an idiot for not wanting you."
The fact that he'd ignored her subtle sarcasm made his words carry that much more weight. Eloisa felt their impact right in the middle of her chest. He might be terrified of girls, but he certainly knew what to say. The tension between them intensified and she felt herself trembling to the point that her teeth were chattering.
"You're cold," he said, but before she could reply, he'd leaned over and taken her in his arms. His shirt was wet, but he was still hot. The feel of his body against hers was shocking, soothing, and exciting, all at the same time. She was clinging to him, craving his heat. A deep groan rumbled through his chest. She burrowed into him, her lips pressed against his neck as she inhaled his scent. He smelled like sex and rain, and the aroma filled her head, driving out all rational thought. Her tongue swept across his neck of its own accord, and she felt his muscles tense, heard his soft gasp as she tasted his salty sweat.
His strong hand cupped her chin, pushing her head back, as his head descended. When his lips captured hers in a desperate kiss--almost as though he was expecting her to scream or push him away--she melted into him, her lips parting as she let him in. She heard his low growl as he pulled her out of her seat. He was so strong, she felt like a rag doll in his arms. His hands were all over her, warming her with their heat, driving her wild with need for him. She'd never reacted so strongly to any man's touch before. He wasn't practiced and skillful, either; he was fumbling and frantic, trying to get as much of her in his hands as he could before she made him stop.
But she didn't; she encouraged him. Pulling open his shirt to expose his sculpted chest, she went for his nipples, first kissing them and then teasing them with the tip of her tongue. The sound he made deep in his throat was one Eloisa knew she would remember until her dying day. She fell forward onto his chest as he pulled the lever to recline the seat. She was on top of him, he was pulling up her shirt, and then her breasts were in his hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples. She was making sounds she'd never heard before, soft, whimpers of incredible pleasure as his caresses sent tingling waves of delight coursing through her body.
She tugged at his waistband, letting out a frustrated moan when she encountered his belt. Then it fell away and his hard cock sprang up and she went down on him, savoring his slick, salty meat. She'd never seen one like it--thick and long with a sinuous curve that promised extraordinary delights. His rough scrotum softened with her wet kisses; his own fluids providing a nearly frictionless glide. Derrick stiffened beneath her, his head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as she sucked in his balls. He moved against her mouth, slipping his nuts in and out past her lips. Eloisa was moaning, her body on fire as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
"Ride me," he whispered. "Get on my dick and ride."
Eloisa skimmed off her shorts and climbed on. His cock slid into her like it belonged there. Taking in the full length of him, she let out a muffled cry. He was so hot, so big, so alive. . .
"Okay?" he gasped.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "The best ever."
Bracing her hands on his hard chest, she rocked up and down on him. He was pushing buttons inside her she didn't even know existed. Then he began to move beneath her, using those thickly muscled thighs to bounce her up and down on his cock. Eloisa was moaning with every breath she took, her instincts taking over as she careened into orgasm. Her pussy tightened and she cried out as she felt the first spurt of his semen. Hard thrusts pushed him deeper within her until she could take no more and collapsed on his chest.
His arms were around her again, keeping her safe, keeping her warm. "Can I take you home now?"
"Only if you promise not to leave."
"No danger of that," he said. "I'm all yours."
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