Stepbrother Romance: My Alpha Cowboy Stepbrother (Stepbrother Romance, Taboo, Forbidden, Stepsister, New Adult, Western Romance, Cowboy Romance) Read Free Page A

unabashed, as I stepped into the shower. What had come over me? I recalled my fantasies from the night before, and erotic flashes of scenes from the half-remembered dreams that had followed. Something about Edward stirred a longing deep inside of me. A longing that I had not even known existed, until it had been awakened. Was it is his confidence? Charm? Looks? I'm still not sure. Probably a little of each, and something... undefined. An animal attraction, or the way he looked at me, perhaps... Something drawing me strongly towards him, though I had not even known him a day. Indeed, I could not at that time rightly say I knew him at all, though it felt as if I did, somehow.
    I dried myself off and sought out something appropriate to wear. Though I had no horse-riding attire, I did have a pair of suitable leather boots and some yoga pants, over which I pulled a short summer dress. I smiled at my reflection in the standing mirror. I knew already that I was going to fuck him. It seemed, inevitable, but would it be today? Time will tell, I mused.
    I made my way outside and down the steep stone steps, towards the stables. Edward and his horse were no longer visible in the field below, but I was sure he would be waiting for me. It was not as warm as it had been the day before, and a brisk northeasterly wind chased clusters of small gray clouds across the hazy blue sky. The air smelled of rain to come, but for now the weather remained clement.
    Arriving at the stables, I found Edward grooming his horse. He had stripped off his shirt and the muscles of his back glistened as he worked. The corner of his mouth rose in a smile as he saw me approach. His gaze lingered upon my breasts and thighs, then he continued with his task. I approached slowly, taking my time to appreciate the movement of his body, his tanned skin glistened with the exertion.
    “How's sleeping beauty today?” he asked, as I took a seat on a bench beside him.
    “I'm good, thanks,” I replied. “I... I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep,” I added, a little guiltily.
    Edward turned from his work for a moment. “Well, they say there's nothing like a good workout to help one sleep,” he replied. A salacious grin touched his lips briefly, then turned back towards his horse. “There's some spare gear in the stable at the end. You should find something your size there.”
    Following his instruction, I walked to the stable at the end of the row. It had been turned into a tack room, fresh hay had been spread across the floor. On the walls hung racks, holding an assortment of crops and riding hats. On the opposite wall were more tools, tack and shoeing implements; even a small anvil. It had been years since I had ridden a horse, and I was feeling more than a little apprehensive as I selected some suitable gear.
    I heard the stable door swing open behind me and turned to find Edward leaning against the wall.
    “Not bad,” he said, looking me up and down.
    Edward walked towards me, and his hands went to my waist, his face close to mine. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. His hands tugged at the belt to which I had secured my riding crop.
    “You should tie this tighter, or it will slip when you’re riding,” said Edward softly, his face just inches from my own.
    I could bear the tension no longer, something had to give. On impulse, I kissed him. Edward seemed shocked for a moment. I felt his lips rise in a smile beneath mine. Worried that I had acted too soon, I pulled back, but his strong hands held me close. Blissfully, as though drifting into a dream, I surrendered to his embrace. Edward's kisses were hot and passionate. His corded arms wrapped around me. His hips pushed against mine, I felt him grow hard against my leg. It felt so big, I should have been scared, but my mind was already beyond such thoughts. I wanted it, needed it – needed him. Nothing else seemed to matter.
    With shaking hands I fumbled at his belt. The leather strap finally free, his