Wrangler (18 page)

“I have to go. Aunt Jessie will worry if I don’t come back tonight. I mean, let’s be honest, we don’t know you that well.  You could be a serial killer or one of those people that likes wine coolers or leasing cars.”  I joke.

“I told you last night I wasn’t a murderer.  But, I have sipped a wine cooler.  I’m quite ashamed.”

The flash of his grin only makes my belly tighten and I hug his cock while a bright flash of fresh pain shoots from inside me.

“It’s bad?” he asks, the grin gone and replaced by a look of genuine concern.

“It’s a good kind of bad.”  I shift under him, surprised by how far I can move.  He’s covering me and caging me but keeping his weight on his arms. 

My free hand traces along his jaw, feeling the stubble and I pull him down onto me, his hands leaving my cheeks, tangling into my hair.

He thickens inside of me.

Pain shoots through my abdomen, making me wince.

“What?” he asks, his voice deepening and his eyes turning stormy blue.

I smile up at him. “I feel that.” 

“Feel what?” He grins back and flexes his hips, forcing me to arch my back. As his cock twitches inside me I realize he’s full and hard again, ready for more. He moves in tiny pulses, stroking me.

“God. Chad.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll start slow.”

He takes my lips into his, our tongues moving with each other as his hips pump harder, igniting the fire inside me again.

He pulls his face back, brushing the hair back that is stuck to my sweat glazed cheeks.  I sigh and shake my head, relaxing into a smile.

“What?  Do you not want to?”

“No, I do.  You are,” I search for the right words, “I mean it was, it really was...I just still can’t take this in. My mind won’t believe I just made love, my first time, with someone like you.”

“Oh yeah.”  He pumps harder, grinning when he drives the breath out of me.  “Well, I can’t believe someone as gorgeous as you let me do it. And I intend to keep doing it until you tell me to stop. But I won’t. And then I’ll teach you some other things.”

“Other things...” I repeat.  His hips pressing open my slit, rubbing against me, make it difficult to form a thought. They come, then they break apart with each movement. “What...?”

“You’ll see,” he groans. “Like...my handprint on that gorgeous ass of yours.”

“Spanking?”

“Yes, that, and more. Remember, trust me?”

“Can I trust you to pull out this time?”

“Doubtful.  You’re mine and that means everything.  The thought of showing the world who you belong to makes me hard enough to cut glass, Dove.  Look in my eyes and tell me you didn’t want my cum inside of you.”

The thought of his hot release inside me again only increases my desire. He pulls his cock almost all the way out of me and slams forward, grabbing my hips, pulling and pushing and before I can react, he’s flipped us over and holding me on top of him, and all I can think is
he’s so strong
. 

Oh man, this is nice. My open, sensitive skin, pressing down on his hard belly.  My view of the gorgeous beast below.

“Take me, Rachel. I want to watch you.”

My hands press onto his hard chest as he guides my hips, letting me set the pace.  My breasts sway and bounce freely, my full body moving unashamed now, knowing his desire, seeing it in his eyes.

He wants me, not just once. He wants me again. Me.

It is all I need as I lift my hips and slide along his length.  Chad’s eyes follow my every move, his hand releasing my hip and kneading my full breast.

“You are my girl, Rachel.”  Chad sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my full nipple deep into his mouth again. 

He sucks long and hard while I abandon my inhibitions and ride him.  His deep pumping on my breast only ignites the fire inside me even more.  I grind my hips into his as his mouth suckles greedy and hard.  He wants me to take him and I do.  It doesn’t take me long, I know what my body wants and the lightning inside me explodes again. Chad moans and gulps onto my breast, pulling back for a moment with a ragged breath.

“Ahhh, Jesus, Dove.”  His voice is pained.  “How does that feel?  My dick belongs right here.  I’m never fucking leaving.”

His mouth latches onto me again, the pinch of his teeth drawing my breath in sharp as his body tightens and his hips turn into a churning freight train.

I don’t know who moans the loudest at that moment, both of our bodies melting into each other in a mutual climax that has me blind and deaf for an amount of time I can’t seem to understand right now.

He holds me tight as I fall down onto him as we both try to catch our breath, and we are both such a mess. I feel the second round of hot seminal fluid dripping down, escaping from where our bodies are connected. But I don’t care. I like it.

We pant like we just ran a marathon, his strong arms around my waist, his cheek nested in my neck.

“So, did you catch on?” Chad’s voice is playful. “I’m kind of a breast guy.”

“Yeah. I got that.” I blow air up over my face, trying to dislodge a hair that’s fallen across my eye.

“Like I said before, maybe you will let me take it even further. I want to feel your milk in my mouth someday.”

“What?” The word is a reflex. I feel like I should be shocked, but I’m not. I’m so turned on by the fact that he would want that from me, a small orgasm tops me off with a quiver.

“You liked my mouth on you, right?  When I sucked really deep and hard?”

I should be so embarrassed talking like this, but I’m not. I’m turned on.

“Yes.” I take a ragged breath. “Yes, I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Good. That’s good.” Finally he rolls and I roll with him.

I feel filthy, and I like it, but there’s something else I’d like too. “I think a shower would be
amazing
.”

He laughs and wipes sweat from his brow. “Perfect idea.”

When we shower together it’s everything I’d hoped. We kiss and explore each other’s bodies until the water turns cool. Then Chad towels me off and I feel so safe, so crazy with him already.  I only hope I’m not setting myself up for a fall.

SMACK!

I suck in my breath as his hand makes contact with my behind.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, it’s just,” he grins, “it’s so round and perfect. I need to see it vibrate under the smack.  It’s a work of art, Rachel, it really is. Like a fucking Monet painted the world’s most perfect ass.”

I know that he’s kidding, but it only adds to his charm and the thought of Monet painting an ass like mine is so amusing I start to shake with laughter. “I have to get back to the house,” I tell him, pushing his hands away. “Jessie is going to wonder what is going on.”

“Fine.  Tonight you can go back. But tomorrow, I am going to explain things to her.  I want you here, Dove. With me.”

“I’m not so sure.  You might not want me around after you get to know me.  I’m a little moody and I like my space.  And from the looks of things you might not appreciate my unique form of organization.  Or lack thereof.  And I’m worried she will come looking.”

“Tomorrow you’re staying here.”  His hands cup my breasts and it’s hard to think.

“We’ll see. It depends.”

“On what?  If you don’t come, I will come and take you.  Put you over my knee. Don’t keep what’s mine from me, Dove. I’ll rope and brand you if need be.”  His eyes glisten with naughty pleasure.

“Really?  Well, then I will definitely not come on my own.  I want to see what else you have in store for me.”

“And I can’t wait to show you.”

He kisses me until I have to push him away, pleading that I have to go. Even as I flee reluctantly from him, he follows a few steps behind, making sure I get inside safely.

My heart is pounding as I get to the house. It’s so late. Will Aunt Jessie still be awake? Worried about me?

The front door is old and it sags against its hinges, mumbling at my touch. I flinch with every sound, but nobody hears me, and I pad through the house, sneaking into my room.  Exhausted, I collapse into my bed, sleep taking me to dreams that cannot compare to the evening I just had. I can only hope to dream of what might come next.

RACHEL

“C
an you come visit tonight?”  My chest tingles as Chad whispers, passing by as I sit on the bench of the picnic table shucking corn for dinner.

Holding my breath as he sits down on the wooden slat beside me, his eyes darting around us to see if anyone could see.

I woke up this morning surrounded by a heart shape on the floor of my room made entirely of wild flowers.  Losing my virginity to a gorgeous cowboy...who would have expected that to happen?

“Kiss me.”  His wild blue eyes make my stomach clench; I can see the longing held inside.

“Shhh, Aunt Jessie is coming back out in a second.”

“So hurry then.”  He tilts his head, the brim of his cowboy hat touching the top of my head as he leans in.  I can smell the scent of his spicy cologne mixed with the hard day’s work on his shirt.

I grin as I tip my face and lean in.  His lips taste like a brilliant mixture of the sweet Pepsi he drinks and a bit of the dust from the field.

“Mmm...”  A moan escapes my lips as my quick kiss turns deeper and Chad’s hand snakes to the back of my neck, pressing me hard and full into his mouth. 

He opens my lips with his warm tongue, pressing inside, seeking me out, finding me there waiting.  My chest tightens both with desire and fear that Aunt Jessie will walk out at any moment.

I pull back, biting on my lip in an effort to restrain the rapidly building momentum in our kiss.

“Go!” I giggle. “Back to work, you slacker.”

Even as I say it, I want him to disobey. I want him to steal another kiss.

“Chad!”  A voice from behind the cabins floats on the late summer breeze.  I hear Enrique’s Toyota hum from behind the barn, the muffler no longer muffling.

His shoulders drop. “Yeah!  I’m comin’!”

Chad’s blue eyes are still on mine as he leans in and steals another quick kiss, answering my silent prayer. “Very tasty.”  He licks his lips, his chiseled hard jaw flexing as a full white smile crosses his face.  “But I know something even tastier.”  He bobs his eyebrows and the brim of his hat moves up and down.

God, he’s so beautiful. Heaven help me.

“Go on, he’s waiting.”  I push his hips off the bench.

“I don’t want to go. I want to take you back to my cabin.  And you didn’t answer about tonight.”

“I can’t tonight.  I’m going to Tabitha’s. I forgot last night to tell you.  She couldn’t come for my birthday last night so we’re celebrating tonight. We have a girls’ night and I sleep over every Thursday anyway, so it worked out.  I’ll be home early tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I can live without you for a night. I didn’t get nearly enough of you.”  He kisses me again, and I playfully push him away.  “But it’s important to keep your word and your friends.  So, I’ll suffer alone.  But I want you to text me when you get there, and when you leave to come back here.  I won’t sleep unless I know you’re safe.  Sorry, I’ve got it bad, Dove.”  He cracks those full lips into a crooked smile, his tongue tracing around, and I forget how to speak.

Butterflies flutter and brush all over my skin when he winks, then he leans back in and plants one last hard kiss against my lips. His hat, the color of the Sahara against his obsidian hair, falls off to one side, making me laugh. I’m not even sure why it’s funny, or even if it is, but I don’t care. I’m so happy.

He stands tall as he leaves me with my imaginary butterflies, ears of corn laying in my lap, shaking in time with the quivering of the muscles in my thighs.

My eyes are glued to Chad’s faded Levis as he runs across the back lawn, his worn leather boots kicking up dust as he moves across the gravel drive and toward Enrique waiting in the car.  I still feel like I’m in a dream when I look at him; he’s tall, hard, dark and sweet at the same time.  And, he wants
me. 
It still doesn’t seem real.

Ever since I left that tin can of a place my Mama called home, I battled with the demons inside me.  The demons telling me I was fat, stupid, useless, worthless – that no one would ever want me.  How a woman could raise a daughter and not protect her still haunts me.  How anyone could let someone hurt their own child must be part of the devil himself.

Aunt Jessie is my savior.  When the court took me out of my Mama’s house, she swooped in and captured me in mid-free fall.  I spent three months in foster care; Jessie then battled to win me through the system against my mother.  I testified in court against Leander Menfield, my Mama’s much younger boyfriend at the time. 

It was a nightmare from which I couldn’t seem to wake.  When a woman takes the word of a boyfriend over the word of her own daughter, it leaves deep, silver and black scars on a soul that never really heal.  They grow thick, the color softens, but they are always there.

Leander planted himself inside our trailer when I was almost twelve and took root like a weed.  His sheer size and his long, greasy hair made him into a nightmare for a scared little girl.

Mama’s idea of a good date ended with the man of the week moving in.  Most of them moved out within a week or two, but not Leander.