Cowgirl Crazy (Bad Girls Book 2) Read online

  Cowgirl

  crazy

  A Standalone Novella

  Bad Girls: Book Two

  By Jennifer Labelle

  Cowgirl Crazy

  Copyright © 2018 by Jennifer Labelle.

  All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: December 2018

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Limitless Publishing

  ISBN-13: 978-1-64034-498-3

  ISBN-10: 1-64034-498-5

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  For my other half,

  You’ve been lighting my way out of the dark for all these years. Happily-ever-afters really do exist and because of your love and patience I was blessed early on, so thank you for that.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Epilogue from: Chasing Butterflies Bad Girls:

  Book One

  The self-serve gas station was deserted as he filled up his motorcycle, except for the attendant behind the counter inside, waiting for him to pay up. Fuck, it was hot, and all he wanted was some food, a shower, and a comfortable bed to catch some Z’s. It’d been a long trip but well worth the headache to get here. Sawyer was like a sister to all of them and Toby had sent him down here to keep an eye on things. They worried about her all alone in a place that held so many bad memories to keep her company.

  He needed a change of scenery and this was his chance to start over.

  He was done pumping and tightened his gas cap before he ran inside to get a move on. Baby girl was waiting for him and would probably be worried if he didn’t show up soon. He straddled the bike, unhooked his helmet, and was about to put it on when a noise from across the street distracted him from his task.

  The woman making the racket was short, stacked, and curvy in all the right places. Not his usual type, but she intrigued him none the less even from afar, so he thought what the hell and ran across the street to see what the matter was.

  The woman was on the sidewalk in front of the store she’d just left and was quickly scrambling to get all her stuff back inside the sack she’d dropped by accident.

  “Can I help you out over here?” He knelt down to get a better look at her haggard state. She was definitely anxious about something, but what? It hadn’t taken long to find out once he paid better attention to the situation.

  “I’m such a klutz sometimes, I swear,” she mumbled, and finally looked up. “If you’d really like to help, you’ll pass me my belongings before that old coot comes over. She’s a gossip and I don’t need the headache.”

  He looked behind him where she pointed to see a wrinkly old lady about two blocks away approaching quickly. “Whatever you say,” he said and shrugged. He quickly helped her out, only to realize why she was so frantic as he was putting everything he’d found back in the bag she held out.

  She looked innocent, but she was anything but. He quirked a brow in surprise to see a monstrous pink vibrator, some anal lube, and various other sex toys inside. He shifted when his dick got hard and nearly groaned. Clearly his cock had plans of its own.

  “Brodie Mace, but my friends just call me Mace. And you are?” He held out his hand as he introduced himself and waited for her to do the same.

  Her face flushed and she quickly stuffed the bag back into her oversized purse to hide the evidence of what he had seen inside, but little did she know he had a photographic memory. Oh, this woman was something all right. Someone he wouldn’t mind getting to know better. Innocent on the outside but clearly something wild in the sheets.

  His kind of woman, after all.

  “Oh, I’m Becca. Becca Everett.” She finally shook his hand just as the little old lady caught up to them.

  “I saw you dropped the bags, dear, and I rushed right over to make sure you were all right.”

  The nosy little bitty eyed him up and he sighed. “Brodie Mace, a pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.” He shook her hand too and he could feel Becca’s eyes studying him, so he looked at her. “From what I could tell, it was all an accident, but Becca here is fine, and all her stuff has been accounted for.” He smiled when she blushed, a deeper red this time. He decided to save her yet again. “Well, I’m running late so I’ve got to get going.” He addressed the old woman. “Would you like some help crossing the street?” He didn’t have a clue where she was headed but held out his arm for her to accept or not regardless.

  When she did, Becca looked relieved. “See you around, Becca,” he said, and he meant it. She was such a conundrum and it piqued his curiosity. Plus, she kind of owed him one and he was hoping to cash in with dinner sometime or something.

  “Oh, thank you, dear.” The old lady patted his arm once they were across and he quickly bid her adieu without even getting her name.

  Soon, he was on the road again, helmet on his head, sunglasses shading his eyes, and the rumble of his motorcycle vibrating his ass. He was on his way and the new scenery already held promise.

  Fifteen minutes later, Sawyer was running out of her house as he shut down the bike. She hugged him something fierce as soon as she could and he laughed while he hugged her back. It was so good to see her again and looking so happy too. It was a pleasant surprise. “How you doing, squirt?”

  “Ha, ha,” she said, flipping him the bird. “It’s good to see you, Mace. Took you long enough.”

  “Tell me about it,” he teased. “I need food, a good wash, and some sleep, but before any of that, I need you to tell me more about the lovely Becca Everett.”

  Sawyer smiled, her eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together. He knew that look, because she’d given it to him the last time she tried to set him up with someone. Only this time, he didn’t mind. Not one bit.

  Chapter One

  Becca

  For curious minds,

  Once upon a time in the Hill Country of Texas, there lived a little girl who had it all. She had loving parents and a bratty but lovable little brother, and she still believed in fairy tales. Then as the years passed by, life happened. She had to grow up well before her time, her parents died, and she endured much heartache as she struggled to raise her brother on her own, but they’d made it.

  Now, as an adult, she knew better. Fairy tales were meant for movies and romance novels, and although she would love nothing more than to indulge in the fantasy of a happily-ever-after when it came to love, in reality, it simply didn’t exist. Not in her life, not for a very long time.

  And still, life went on. This woman became a successful career woman while her bratty but lovable baby brother was now a college man on his own. She was proud, strong, and busy. Very, very, busy, spending her days not only running her business, but maintaining her household, indulging in her art when time permitted, and being a part of town committees to keep up appearances. Who is this girl I write of you might ask? Well, let me tell you. She’
s me, Ms. Anonymous.

  *wink*

  A lot of you have written in to ask about me, so I’ll give you another hint.

  I’m a good ol’ southern girl, born and raised, conservative on the outside, but also a lil’ lonely and wild deep down. I’m someone you probably walk by every day without a second glance, and I haven’t been on a good date in years. Hence, all of this self love y’all.

  Welcome back to Cowgirl Crazy, this is the blog where anything goes. Try to keep things respectful at all times. You’ve got questions and I’ll do my best to answer. This is a place to let loose, fulfill your curiosities, and enjoy the temporary escape. Who I am isn’t very important in the grand scheme of things, right?

  Now, down to business, the fun part. Last week I was asked in the comments to review The Satisfier Pro. So here goes…

  This clit stimulator is small with smooth curves and it has a nice silky silicone tip. It comes with eleven different unique suction sensations, a waterproof design, and conveniently it’s equipped with a charger for your ongoing enjoyment.

  So, if you’re looking for a great toy that isn’t loud, is very easy to clean, and seriously does give toe-curling orgasms then this is the one for you. This Cowgirl gives it a 4.5 out of 5 thumbs up. I’ll post links in the comments section, or you can head down to your nearest sex toy shop to purchase one. Men, your ladies will thank you, and ladies let me just tell you…whew!

  The name really does speak for itself. The Satisfier Pro is really a pro at satisfying.

  So, while I fan myself off, I’d also like to give a shout out to Mr. Tall, tanned, inked, and sexy for being the highlight in my fantasies while I tested out this product. *Grins* I’ll tell y’all more about our encounter in next week’s post. At that time, I’ll be taking more review requests. So, think about it, make it sexy, and I’ll look forward to seeing what peaks your curiosity once again. Remember, I’ve got a list of products to choose from already, and if what you desire isn’t on there just let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

  Pleasurable encounters and pleasant dreams,

  Your number one Cowgirl Crazy lady,

  E.

  XO

  ***

  Rebecca (Becca) Everett sighed as she shut down her computer and got up to put away her latest parcels. Inside, there was a giant pink vibrator with a mechanical tongue attached for double the pleasure, as promised on the box, and she hoped it was as good as advertised. There were a couple of tubes of lube, nipple clamps, and anal beads inside too. She took her newest additions and opened the big trunk at the bottom of her closet to throw them inside with the rest, and she shook her head in disbelief before a giggle escaped.

  I can’t believe this is what my life has come to.

  She’d started the blog as a way to open up, to get out of her comfort zone, while also keeping her anonymity, and it was booming with followers, so much so that she’d become sponsored. It was amazing how many people connected through it.

  Her overflowing adult toy box kept on growing thanks to all of the companies that sent her the sex toys free of charge in exchange for a little advertising. It was a good gig too, seeing how lonely she’d been feeling lately.

  It had been eleven months, three days, and Lord only knew how many hours since the last time she’d been with a man in the flesh. She nearly groaned thinking about it. She had a full life, though, a crazy busy one to help pass the time, but every now and again, she longed for something more than what she had. The page was amazing, all hers, and like-minded women enjoyed it too. It wasn’t your usual blog, but it was definitely getting recognition, mostly positive.

  The loud rumble of a motorcycle outside startled her and she bit her lip as she walked to the window to catch a glimpse of it.

  Hot damn!

  She squealed and fled to the mirror to check her appearance.

  Speaking of Mr. Fantasy Man…he was about to make an appearance in a minute.

  Brody Mace, just Mace to his friends, drove by her house every day to get to the house he rented from her good friend, Sawyer.

  Sawyer Maddox had moved back to town after the tragic passing of her sister, rekindled a relationship with her long-lost love, and became one of Becca’s tenants, once she’d opened Mad Ink. Currently located in a commercial property she owned, and they’d hit it off instantly. The tattoo parlor had been quite a success too. Hence, the sudden arrival of Mace, a sexy tattooist with a body made of sin, and according to Sawyer, he was also single, had a heart of gold, and was totally badass too.

  Speaking of, the total package had just turned into her driveway with Sawyer in tow to see…her.

  A cloud of dust and debris followed the drool-worthy man sitting atop the equally sexy machine making all that noise. There was just something about a man on a bike that did it for her, hell it probably did something to the entire female species. She snorted and turned to leave her home office to get the door.

  Here goes nothin’.

  “Hey, Becca,” Sawyer said as she practically skipped up the porch and enveloped her into a hug. “I asked Mace to stop by, so I can invite you to join us tomorrow night.”

  “Oh?” She lifted a brow. “What’s up?” Becca stepped back as Mace joined them and gestured for them to come inside with a sweep of her hand.

  “Well, now that Mace has settled in, a bunch of us were going to meet at Tipsy’s Bar to celebrate his welcome to Kerrville, and my engagement to Jagger.” Sawyer jumped with excitement as she showed off her new ring and Becca joined in on the excitement with a squeal as she hugged her again.

  “Oh, my God. Congratulations!”

  Mace chuckled and a whole new excitement started to build. Becca fidgeted to ease the awkwardness. Damn that man and her overactive libido, which increased since their run in a couple of weeks ago. “I also have a favor.” He stated and she took a deep breath before speaking to hopefully keep the nervous tremble out of her voice.

  “Excuse me?” She was dumbfounded as she looked between her friend and her walking fantasy. It must have been the expression on her face because Sawyer and Mace both smiled at her widely.

  “We’ll get to that in a minute,” Sawyer remarked and brushed her hand in the air like it wasn’t a big deal. “I still need an answer, tomorrow night, please say yes,” she pleaded, and Becca sighed because she was more of a homebody and everyone knew it, in this case, though…

  “I have a committee meeting tomorrow night, so as long as it doesn’t run too late, I don’t see a problem with it.” She shrugged. “What time would you like to meet up?”

  ***

  Mace

  That a girl!

  Mace studied the brunette beauty and became more and more intrigued every time he saw the woman. Today she had her long dark hair up in a messy bun with tendrils of hair falling out along the column of her slender throat, and he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He shoved his hands in his front pockets, so he wouldn’t reach out and test it for himself. She wore cut off jean shorts that fell a few inches above the knee, and a form-fitting white tank that showed off her curves so damn well he was sporting a semi already, and he’d only been there for about a minute.

  The two women were talking beside him, so it gave him a second to take in his surroundings. She lived in a nice two-story ranch style home with a large white wraparound porch on the outside. He’d rode by every day to get to and from work seeing as they were neighbors and all, but this had been his first trip inside. They all stood near the entryway so there wasn’t much but a big closet, a bench, a few pictures on the wall, and some hardwood floors to see so it didn’t give him much to go by in terms of Becca herself.

  He’d asked Sawyer about her a few times, starting on his very first day after he’d helped the brunette vixen put away some stuff she’d dropped from her shopping bag after trying to hastily avoid a nosy old lady. The pink vibrator he noticed in those items just happened to be an added bonus, at least for him. It seemed the lovely Ms. Everett had a nau
ghty side despite her good girl persona, and she really was good people from what he could gather.

  So far, he’d learned Becca liked to keep busy. She’d not only raised her kid brother after their parents died, but she also owned real estate and worked on the committee for the Kerrville Arts and Cultural Center. She was friendly, beautiful, and according to Jagger, Sawyer’s new fiancé Becca had been through a lot when she was younger, so he’d better tread carefully. He was pretty sure he’d meant that as a warning to not break her heart, not as a warning to stay away.

  Mace tuned into the conversation again just as Sawyer excused herself to use the bathroom. So, she was all his now, for a couple of minutes anyway.

  Becca cleared her throat and blushed a pretty shade of pink when it became just the two of them in the entryway, and he winked at her for an added effect.

  “H-how rude of me. Can I offer you something to drink?” She gestured behind her and looked everywhere but directly at him. She turned around and headed down the hall.

  “Sure, sweetness.” Mace chuckled. Man, this chick was cute, especially when she got shy on him. He followed behind her until they entered the kitchen and he whistled. “Nice place you got here.” The space was bright with lots of big windows, the hardwood floors continued into this space. The dark wood accentuated the light cabinetry throughout, there was a large island in the middle and the granite countertops were immaculate. They were light but had swirls of black and gray, and was that sparkles in the stone? Shit! Girly, feminine, pretty, just like the woman who chose them for the design. “I may need your help down the road on Sawyer’s place. You know to give me some advice on decorating and shi…stuff.” He shrugged, now that the squirt moved in with Jagger he had the place to himself and part of his contribution for staying there was to fix the place up for her. It needed a lot of work.