How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (33 page)

Heath
angled his hips and placed his throbbing cock in the valley between her
breasts, then pushed them together, tweaking her nipples with thumbs and
forefingers.

Rising
up, he began to pump his hips, sliding his dick up and down her cleavage. Cato
thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She shut her eyes. His hands
on her nipples felt like heaven. Without further provocation, she began to
clench her feminine muscles in time with the thrusting of his cock.

Heath
rubbed her cheek, begging her attention. Drowsily, she opened her eyes and
stared at him. “Do you like all day suckers?”

For
a moment she was confused, then she realized what was near her lips. The
friction of his moving between her breasts was exquisite. Every time he pushed
that massive erection up, the tip almost hit her in the chin. All she had to do
was open her mouth, raise her head just a fraction and…

“Fuck!”
When she fit that hot little mouth over the head of his cock and sucked, he
shuddered with pleasure. Wanting to give her as much ecstasy as he was feeling,
Heath reached behind him and cupped her vulva, massaging her clit.

“Yes!
Heath!” Cato bucked so hard, she almost unseated him. Heath knew where he
wanted to be—in her sweet pussy. He levered himself up on his arms and pushed
his legs down on either side of hers. “Open up for me, just a little.” She
angled her hips and lifted them, just enough that he could slip inside. “Now,
close your legs.”

“Ah!”
She gasped. The position they were in trapped him deep and put delicious
pressure on her clit. And when he began to move, Cato couldn’t be still. She
clung to him, kissed him, and rubbed her nipples against his chest.

“This
is so good!” Heath bit out the words, his back arched, his toes curled. The
erotic little whimpering noises she panted against his neck just added fuel to
the fire.

Cato
groaned, digging her nails into his shoulder and writhing beneath him. She was
so hungry, wild, starving for him. Without warning, Cato went over the edge,
the pressure which had built inside of her burst in a consuming wave of
pleasure.

Heath
felt her pussy spasm, tightening around him, milking his cock. He watched her
come apart in his arms, shaking—she’d ruined him. He’d never be satisfied with
less again. Burying his face in her neck, he thrust once more, hard, and took
his release, loving the way she moved and twisted on him like she’d never get
enough.

When
they’d calmed, Heath kissed Cato’s shoulder and pulled out of her gently. Then
he lay beside her, taking her in his arms so he could cradle her close. “That
was amazing,” he touched her cheek, the light from the bathroom illuminating
the bed.

BAM!
BAM!

Heath
jumped up. “What’s wrong?” Cato cried.

“I
heard something in the bathroom,” he told her, heading to check it out.

Getting
up, she went along with him, bringing up the rear.

Once
they were both in the small room, Heath looked puzzled. “I swear it sounded
like someone was banging the toilet seat up and down.”

“That’s
odd.” She helped him look in the closets—they found nothing.

Then
Heath heard someone bang on the door. THUNK! Cato raced behind him as he went
to the door. Throwing the door open, he found no one there.

“What
did you hear?” Cato asked.

Heath
shook his head. “Sounded like someone hit the door with their fist.”

Cato
smiled. “Good thing there was no one there. We’re naked.”

“Shit.”
Heath looked down, then laughed. “I didn’t realize.”

“Don’t
cover up on my account.” Cato teased. “I like to watch your junk swinging
around.”

“Oh,
you do?” He grasped her around the waist, tickling. “Let’s get back in the
bed.” He held up the covers and she crawled under them with him not far behind.
  

“So,
what do you think made the noise?” she asked, cuddling close, her head on his
shoulder.

“I
don’t know, kids playing a prank. Or maybe a ghost?” 

“I
hope so, I’d love to see a ghost.” She stared up at him, adoringly.

“I
can almost guarantee you will. After all, you’re sexy enough to raise the
dead.” Tapping her on the end of the nose, he said, “Hey, look! I see one.”

Cato
jumped. “Where?”

He
pointed down below his waist, where the sheet was perfectly tented by his proud
erection.

She
giggled. “Is he a friendly ghost?”

“Why
don’t you crawl under the sheet and see?”

So,
she did. Cato had to admit, he was very friendly.

And
later that night, Cato roused when she felt the mattress sink, give a little as
if someone had sat down. Raising her head from Heath’s shoulder, she was
shocked to see a little girl sitting on the end of their bed. It happened so
fast that Cato didn’t know whether to be frightened or fascinated. But in
Heath’s arms, she wasn’t afraid. She stared until the spirit faded from view,
then she sighed, went back into his arms and slept like a baby.  
 

*  *  *

The
next morning, after making love in the shower, Heath and Cato went down on the River
Walk for breakfast. Even early in the morning, there was a festival atmosphere.
Bright colors, happy faces and appetizing smells were everywhere. Sitting at a
water-side table, Cato leaned back, satisfied with life. “
Heuvos
Rancheros, no better way to start the day,” she said, then promptly sneezed.

“Bless
you.” He handed her a napkin. “Too hot?”

“No,
I like hot stuff.” Cato winked at him. Glancing at her phone, she jumped up.
“We need to go. I don’t want us to be late.”

“Late
for what?” But Cato just smiled, shrugged her shoulders and waited while Heath
paid their ticket. As soon as he was through, he allowed himself to be led down
the narrow sidewalk by the river as she hurried along. There was no talking to
her when she was ahead of him, so he just enjoyed the view of her swaying
backside. Soon, they were at the Alamo Amphitheatre and she turned to look at
him, triumphantly. He still didn’t know what the surprise was, so he spread his
hand enquiringly. “I’m ready. What’s next?”

She
moved aside so he could see the marquee. “Book Signing— “A Line in the Sand”
—Laurence
Culhane
.”

Heath’s
mouth dropped open. “
Culhane
? How did you know?”

Cato
grinned. “I’ll tell you later, let’s go in.”

Again,
Heath was taken aback by Cato’s insight and concern for him. She always seemed
to do the right thing, taking the time to know him and letting him know she
cared. He held the door for her and they took their seats near the front.

Laurence
Culhane
was a character. He didn’t dress like a
famous author, he dressed like one of Heath’s ranch hands with worn boots,
jeans and a hat that looked as if he might have sat down on it recently.
Reading was one of Heath’s guilty pleasures. Stolen moments with books was
something he always looked forward to. His mother had introduced him to reading
and taught him that the world was at his fingertips in books, he could live at
any place in time or visit any place on Earth or be anyone he could imagine—all
through a book.

“
A
Line in the Sand
is about more than just the Battle of the Alamo. I
fictionalized real people and events, yet tried to remain true to history. The
book actually starts in a little East Texas town named Nacogdoches and
follows…”

Cato
watched Heath as he hung on every word that came out of
Culhane’s
mouth. After he discussed the book and read an excerpt, he opened the floor for
questions and many people asked about his other books, including the one she’d
seen on Heath’s desk.

Even
Heath asked a question. “Mr.
Culhane
, where does your
inspiration come from?”

Culhane
propped his booted foot on a chair and smiled. “I
guess I was born in the wrong time, probably should have lived in the Old West.
Since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by it and sit around and imagine I’m a
cowboy or an outlaw. I guess you could say I’m the Walter
Mitty
of literature.”

When
he was finished, Heath went up and introduced himself, bought a book and had it
signed. Cato hung back and watched the two men talk. They seemed to hit it off.
In a few minutes, Heath returned with a huge smile on his face. “He said if
we’d hang around a few minutes, we could have coffee together.”

“Perfect.”
Cato hugged him. “While you were visiting, I called the herb farm and the peach
orchard and they’re going to get some samples and information ready for me, so
all I’ll have to do is stop and take a few photos. We can still make it back to
Highlands before dark.”

“Are
you sure? I can tell him we need to leave.” Heath looked a tad guilty as he
pointed toward the author who was still signing books.

“Absolutely,
I’m just glad you’re enjoying this.”

Heath
grabbed her, right there in front of
Culhane
and the
ghost of Davy Crockett and kissed her soundly. “You’re so good to me. I’ll
never forget it.”

Cato
hugged him back, wishing his words hadn’t sounded so final.

*  *  *

After
drinking coffee with Laurence
Culhane
and checking
out of their room, Heath and Cato were on the road. Both of the places she
needed to visit were west of the city and after stopping at them, they headed back
north. “That was amazing. Tell me, I’m curious, how did you know about my
fascination with
Culhane
?”

Okay,
this was it. Cato didn’t know why she’d hidden the truth for so long, but she
had. “Two things, actually…” she began slowly. He waited. She swallowed. “I saw
his book on your desk in your room and it reminded me of the last time I saw
that book.”

“And?”
Heath knew there was more to the story.

“Do
you remember saving a young girl from rape in the St.
Martinville
Library?”

Heath
stared at her. “Yes, that happened years ago. How did you know?”

Cato
nervously pushed her hair over her shoulder. “That was me. I was so frightened
and in a daze that day you stood up for me. I leaned against the wall crying
and I remember focusing on the books you’d thrown on the floor.”

Amazed,
Heath looked at her and then back at the wall. Cato couldn’t read his
expression. “I’m shocked. Have you known all the time?”

Cato
could read more into his question than he was stating. He wanted to know if she
pursued him because of that incident. "No, I didn’t recognize you at
first. I mean I felt a connection, but I think that was more sexual attraction
than some edict of fate ordained by the universe.” She knew she was using
flippancy as a defense mechanism.  

Heath
felt a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you that day. I
wanted to avoid anyone making a big deal about what I did.”

“Like
you did yesterday after saving that woman and her children?”

“You
did as much as I did at the wreck,” he countered.

“I
understand what you’re saying.” She turned to face him more fully in the seat.
“My mother didn’t let me talk to anyone that day, anyway. But I never forgot
you and I’m extremely grateful. You saved me. I didn’t know it was you until I
saw a family portrait in your kitchen the day of the BBQ.”

“Why
didn’t you say something then?”

She
shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted whatever was between us to
happen because of who we are now and not who we used to be.”   
    

Heath
didn’t know what to say. For him, everything seemed to be falling into place,
like it was meant to be. Heath didn’t know if he felt relieved or threatened.
This whole thing with Cato was incredible but he felt like he was spinning out
of control. “Life is funny.” Wow, what a stupid remark. Next thing he’d be
saying was ‘it’s a small world.’ Inane.

Okay,
this might have been a mistake, Cato thought. “Anyway, I’m grateful for what
you did. If you hadn’t come along, I would’ve been raped. Today is just a
thank-you.”

Before
he could check his words, Heath spoke, “Is that what all of this was, Cato? A
thank-you?”

“No.”
She frowned. “How can you think that?”

“Frankly,
I don’t know what to think. I need to make some phone calls.” He picked up his
phone and Cato looked out the window, wondering how things had gone so bad.

They
rode in silence and finally she laid her head back and slept.

A
touch on her shoulder brought her out of slumber. “Where are we?”

“
Tebow
. I needed to stop and I didn’t think you’d mind.”

She
started to get out.

He
grabbed her arm. Cato looked at him. “No, wait, they don’t know we’re here yet
and I need to say something first.” Heath began, a look of sincerity on his
face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why what you told me upset me. I’m thankful I
rescued you and our meeting again is wild. I just didn’t want our time together
to be payback.”

“It’s
not,” she assured him. “It’s many things, but it’s not payback.”

“Okay,
good.”

A
tap on the car window caused Heath to look over his shoulder. “We’ve been
made,” he said to Cato.

By
that time, Avery was at the passenger door, opening it and dragging Cato out.
“It’s good to see you! That game you gave us was incredible.”

Isaac
joined her, holding out his hand. “Yea, thank you, Cato. I even learned a few
things playing it. What was that?” He turned to Avery and winked. “You ate a
donut off my…”

“Hush!”
Avery swatted him. “Be nice.” She put an arm around Cato and whispered, “I need
to find donuts with bigger holes, if you know what I mean.”