Dynomite: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance by Wolfe Layla

Author:Wolfe, Layla [Wolfe, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Fiction
Publisher: Quicksilver Books
Published: 2015-08-15T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DYNO

I didn’t really have all my wits together, if you know what I mean. The saying “if brains were dynamite, I couldn’t blow my nose” kept ringing in my head.

April showed her allegiance to me. When Willard was thrown in the ring and she failed to rush out there and find out what was wrong, I knew I had her. I’d been noticing signs between them lately, anyway. He rarely came around the ranch house anymore. I never saw his stupid car. And he was going off to university. He would be G.U.—geographically undesirable.

We tore out of there just as they were loading Lawson’s carcass into someone’s truck. Someone said he was unconscious, his ribs at least definitely broken. I felt nothing, to be honest. I felt sorry for Sequoia, who had taken on the entire burden and had to stick around to turn off lights and lock up. I didn’t like to leave him twisting in the wind, but he was a fighter, a scrapper. And those boneheads were too preoccupied with Willard to call him a John Redcorn.

It was a hot night as usual in July in the Mojave Desert. I was protected in my rodeo rig, but April wore only a top made from a bandanna and a short-fringed cowgirl skirt. As she rode on my pussy pad, she smashed her boobs against my back. I wished I wasn’t wearing the thick-yoked shirt so I could feel those tits more clearly. But her bare thighs were pinned smack and smooth against mine, and her hot cunt was plastered to my tailbone. I let her wear the helmet, of course.

April didn’t question where we were heading as I wound past ghostly silhouettes of Joshua trees standing like pop-ups in a shooting gallery. The sky was deep purple, the desert lit by the moon’s spotlight. My Panhead cleaved that road like a knife. Maybe it was my fuzzy brain, but it seemed to purr between my legs, vibrating the girl behind me, exciting us both. Clumps of cholla cacti blurred past us, furry and indistinct.

As furry as I was, I knew where I was headed. I’d been to the top of this spaceship-shaped hill often, to smoke weed and take a break from the herd. A rocky cave here even protected me a couple of times from sudden downpours. It would be the perfect place for us.

It might sound like I was trying to take advantage of Miss Squarepants in her moment of stress and sorrow. Truth was, she didn’t even run out into the arena when Willard took a spill. I knew in that moment she had left that lifestyle, the rah-rah blind obedience to whatever shit pile her dad shoveled her. She wouldn’t obey the straight and narrow road anymore. Her eyes were open to wider vistas such as the one I presented to her. She wasn’t mortified to be seen on the back of a Harley anymore, for instance. She had a free and easy vibe about her.

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