Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) (7 page)

I moaned loudly, practically screaming with pleasure as I neared orgasm, so engulfed in the intensity of my own desire.

“
Give it to me harder! Don’t stop, fuck me as hard as you can, I’m coming! Oh, ohhhh fuckkkkk!
”

I shrieked in absolute bliss, massaging my own breasts with my hands, my pussy clenching hard on his cock, causing him to grunt. I came, harder than I had ever come before, letting out one last exhausted moan as I closed my eyes, a hot wave of pure pleasure gushing throughout my entire body as it fell into gyrations.

Lane’s thrusts became gradually hesitant until he pushed in one last time, as deep as he could go before pulling out. He grabbed me by the arm, turning me over beneath him on the couch. He leaned into the back of the couch with his arm, jerking off his cock as he moved forward, getting closer to my big, full tits.

A second later he showered me with cum, blowing out a hot, forceful load that shot past my tits and onto my face. I winced, slightly surprised, but giddy at the feeling of it, the fulfillment of our lustful desires. I rubbed my curvy body, playing with his cum on my soft skin. Lane looked exhausted, but happy. He fell down with his back against the couch, spent from all the activity.

I turned around on the couch and grabbed at his cock, putting it into my mouth and trying to squeeze out the last few drops, wanting to taste every last bit of his salty cum. I wished desperately that he’d fuck me again, that this secret meeting would become a daily occurrence—perhaps under cover of darkness when everyone else had gone to sleep.

If it would always be this good, I wanted him to fuck me again and again and again. I let his cock smack against my cheek, feeling the heaviness of his huge dick drop against my pretty face as it began to soften.

Then I sat up next to him and leaned into his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. I could still smell bourbon on his breath. I liked that. How I wished I could just fall asleep right then and there! But I knew I had to head back to work.

After I cleaned up in the bathroom attached to his office, I gave Lane a quick wink and stepped outside the door into the main hallway, looking prim and proper. I closed the door behind me, leaving Lane inside to attend to his other business as I went off to train with Fast Lane.

After closing the door to Lane’s office, I nearly jumped out of my boots when I realized Don was right in front of me.

“Woah! I didn’t see you there.”

Don just scowled at me, giving me the dirtiest look possible.

“You should head back to the stable,” he said coldly. “You are just a trainer, after all.”

“Ok?”

I didn’t understand what his problem was, so I just walked away. I’d seen a side to Don today that he’d never showed me before. I couldn’t understand the source of his cruelty or his icy demeanor.
Was it the fact that Lane was back at the ranch? Was that what put him on edge?
Maybe. I let these thoughts occupy my mind as I walked back through the gigantic mansion to the stables outside.

I wouldn’t let Don’s attitude ruin the pleasant feelings that still remained after my time alone with Lane.

“I don’t like that girl,” said Don after entering the office.

Lane looked up, relighting his cigar and taking a slow puff.

“Why?” he asked, his voice sounding amused at Don’s surprising outburst.

“She’s nothing but trouble,” replied Don gruffly.

“Well, I like her.”

“Ha, yeah. I can tell,” said Don.

“What are you implying?”

“You know damn well what I’m implying.”

“Tell me, Don. I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re
fucking
that broad.”

“So what if I am?” asked Lane, taking a sip from his bourbon. “That doesn’t sound like any of your business.”

“It’s not my business. I’m just trying to look out for you. This could lead to a load of trouble.”

“Thanks, Don, but I’m a grown man. I can handle my own affairs.”

“Lane, she was loud in here. I could hear her moaning from out in the hallway. Now, I know it ain’t my business and you know I won’t say anything, but what if someone else on the staff walked by? They could sell that information to the tabloids. You know what kind of headlines that’d make?”

“You’re being ridiculous, Don. My staff is loyal.”

“Yeah, everyone is loyal to a point. But they’ve all got their price. You’ve got enemies, Lane. There are a lot people who’d relish a chance to get this story out in public. I mean, we’ve been doing everything we can to hide our Derby ambitions. Imagine what a paper would pay to find out not only that you’re entering horse racing, but that you’re
sleeping with one of your fucking trainers
!”

Lane was silent for a second.
Was he risking too much to be with this gorgeous, curvy woman?
He spent a moment wondering this to himself. So far the pleasure of his time with Adelaide seemed to completely outweigh the risks involved. Then he spoke.

“Do you really think I’m in trouble?” he asked.

“No,” said Don. “Not yet. But you have to be careful. And one other thing, how do you know you can trust this girl?”

Lane froze.

“I trust her,” he said.

“But
why
? How do you know she’s trustworthy? You’ve only known her for a few days. What if she tries to blackmail you? Women do this sort of thing. Target a wealthy man, seduce him, then go after his money.”

“She’s not like that,” said Lane, staring down into his glass.

“How do you
know
? You’ve known her for less than a day. You’ve probably spent more time fucking that broad than talking with her.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” said Lane, his voice starting to sound aggressive as he got up from his desk.

“My apologies. I didn’t know this was such a sensitive subject. I’m just warning you that she might be a gold digger.”

“I’m grateful that you’re looking out for me. You’ve always been loyal, Don. And you know I appreciate that. But if you ever speak about her like this again you’ll be out on your ass.”

“I meant no offense,” said Don, holding up his hands as if to portray innocence in the matter.

Lane nodded in a gesture of recognition, one of pardoning Don for his impoliteness. He sat back down at his desk and took a sip of bourbon, watching as Don walked towards the door and exited the large office.

After Don closed the door, Lane noticed that his glass was empty and got up to pour himself another drink. He didn’t normally drink this much during the day, but something was weighing on his mind.
Could Don be right about this situation? Was he foolish to put so much trust in Adelaide so soon?

As he poured himself another drink, he looked out of the large window over the expansive fields of the ranch. From his vantage point he could make out Adelaide and Fast Lane at the edge of one of the pastures that had been converted into a makeshift racetrack. Jim was walking over towards them.

Lane continued watching as they ran his prize race horse through various training drills. He cradled his drink, then brought it up to his lips to take another deep sip. That smoky sweet flavor with a bit of bite to take the edge off. Adelaide could be like this drink in his hand, something sweet to ease his tension, to help him relax from the stresses of his work life.
But could he trust her

He decided to have another drink to help him figure it out, but the more he drank the more he questioned himself.
How could he, a cautious, strategic businessman have made such a flippant decision?
He knew nothing about this girl; didn’t know her history, where she’d come from, etc. All he knew was that she was a damn good trainer and that she turned him on more than any woman he’d ever met in his life.

He hadn’t second guessed himself until now. Maybe Don was right, he had to proceed with caution. Maybe he needed to cut things off entirely. He glanced out the window again and watched her in the pasture, laughing as she worked with his horse. Deep down, he knew there was no way he could just cut her out of his life. She’d made too much of an impression on him to do that.

But only time would tell whether his decision to seduce her would be the beginning of a new glorious life together or whether it was one erstwhile step along the road to his own eventual downfall.

Lane stood by the window a little while longer. He poured himself another drink and watched his prized horse being led around by the girl who’d suddenly come into his life, as if out of nowhere. Taking another sip, he watched them together in the pasture. Adelaide was good with his horse. She had a kindness about her, an understanding that allowed her to interact with animals on a level unbeknownst to most people.

He wanted her. He wanted her
so damn bad
. He cursed Don for putting doubts into his mind about this woman. Lane didn’t know whether he should trust his instincts or admit the possibility that his feelings had blinded him to the true nature of the beautiful, curvaceous girl he watched running outside.
Was she just here for his money?
It didn’t seem like it. But smart as he was, even he had to admit that his judgment wasn’t infallible. Maybe he should trust Don, an impartial, outside spectator.

As he took another sip of his drink, Lane heard his phone buzzing on his desk. He walked over and looked at the name flashing on the screen: Phillip Boyd. Phil was his right-hand man at the company, a loyal compatriot who had been with him from the very beginning. Whenever Phil called, Lane knew it must be something very important. He picked up the phone and answered.

“Hello, Phil.”

“Lane, they’re in. Oil North of Omaha. They’ve agreed to the merger.”

Lane gave a silent fist-pump in the air with the sound of this news.

“That’s phenomenal, Phil! They’ve signed?”

“No, but they’re ready to sign. They want
you
here first. They want to do everything in person. There is a strong belief here that the best business is done face-to-face.”

“I’m inclined to agree with that,” said Lane.

He polished off the rest of his drink in one gulp. Hell, he was ready to celebrate.

“What’s the soonest you can get up here?” asked Phil.

“It’s gonna take me some time to get to the airport, but I can be up there probably by sometime around 7:00 PM. We can sign the contract and have a little celebratory dinner.”

“I think everyone here is quite ready for that. This has been a long process for everyone involved.”

“You know I appreciate everything you’ve done on this deal, Phil.
You
made this thing happen.”

“I do what I can.”

“Let them know I’m on my way.”

“Will do.”

“And Phil?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you’re thirsty for champagne.”

“Always am,” said Phil tersely.

Lane hung up the phone and laughed to himself. That was just Phil’s style. Always understated. Such a funny guy. This deal had nearly doubled the size of the company, but to Phil it was business as usual. In Lane’s mind, there wasn’t a better man in the business than Phil Boyd.

He put his empty glass down on his desk and paged Don, letting him know that he should make flight arrangements ASAP, that he needed to be in Omaha by 7:00 PM. Then he sat back down at his desk, closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasant buzz of the liquor.
Was it the liquor?
Maybe it was the high he always got from doing a big deal. That was his mark as a business man.

As I led Fast Lane around the track, I marveled at the beauty of the horse I was working with. He was such a perfect specimen: well-bred, strong, and by the time I was finished with him, very well-trained. I felt the warmth of the Texas sun on my face as I looked up at the rolling hills beyond us. I closed my eyes, drinking in the sensuous pleasure. Perhaps not surprisingly. My thoughts turned to Lane and the romp we’d shared earlier.

I was crazy for him. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind, but an absolutely amazing one. As I worked, I daydreamed about the moments we’d spent together, bodies entangled, his roughness and gentleness combined in one nature, a complex amalgam of lust and passion.
When would we have our next moments together?