We won’t make it very far today, we left pretty late. The rest of the drive will have to be tomorrow. I calledand let Justin and Lythie know we wouldn’t get in until after dark. So they’re going to just keep the girls an extra night and bring them home the next morning. I’m sure they didn’t even realize I was gone longer. Dixie maybe, but not me. They’re having too much fun with the baby.
Driving late in the dark, we finally find a motel—and I let Dixie have all her fun with my cock inside her mouth. It was the best I’ve ever had, no dice. We’re up before the sun to get on the road, and as we drive, I feel like a teenager all over again with Dixie. I gave her free rein of the music, and I have no regrets. I’ve sung out loud more on this trip than I have in years. I can be a fun dad and put on a show when my kids are around, but this… it’s been real. For Dixie too, over there in her tan hat, singing Tim McGraw and Martina McBride—she’s set free. She isn’t the cowboy who showed up at Silo Springs Ranch anymore… She’s the woman she was always meant to be.
It’s around nine o’clock when we pull up to the ranch. Toby has the porch and barn lights on for us. He and Brian switched places along with a few of the guys while we were gone. He strolls out of the barn while we’re getting out of the truck and meets me as I close my door. I pat him on the shoulder, thank him and tell him to get his ass to bed. He walks by Dixie and notices she’s missing the boot and walking just fine.
“Hey… look at you. Feeling alright?” He’s genuine, and she knows it.
“Doing great, thanks!” She smiles. Toby tips his hat and heads off into the darkness toward the bunkhouse. When she comes around the truck and over to me, I putmy arms around her, pulling her front to mine. I can feel every curve, and my hands slide down to squeeze her ass. “Take me inside, boss?” She’s flirting, but she doesn’t know how bad I actually need totake her. Inside or outside, I don’t care. Except I don’t have the patience to drag her over to the house. So I’mtakingher in the barn. It's been a long day and I’m starved.
I grab her by the hand and pull us toward the double doors. “What if he comes back?” She breathes loudly, her eyes darting from me to the door as I drag her through the center toward the back where there’s a small wall holding all the bridles and other horse shit.
“Hi sweet girl!” She sings to Blaze as we go by.
I flip a switch, turning on a light. “He’s not coming back, blondie. And if he does, well—guess we won’t be a secret anymore.” I smirk and press her back to the wooden shiplap. “How do you want it tonight baby? Right here, up against this wall?” My voice is low and dangerous. “Or I could lay you down in the hay—it only pokes a little.” I get closer to her ear, the warmth of my breath blowing over her skin. I feel her shiver and almost forget the game I’m playing, because my need to have her just grew tenfold. “How about I kiss you, and we’ll let the universe decide where we end up?” I whisper into her ear.
“Okay, boss.” She breathes. “I like that.”
I lift the felt hat from her head and place it on the nearest hook, then drop my hands to her belt, slowly removing her gun locked inside its holster, placing it on the shelf closest to where we are. With every move I make, her chest rises and falls. I understand I’m notplaying nice—I’d rather cause her torturous ecstasy and drag this out as long as possible.
“Do you always play with your food this long before you eat it?” She says, grabbing a belt loop on each of my hips, pulling me flush with her. I press into her, smashing her hard against the wall with my body. One arm above her head anchoring my stance, the other hand working its way under her shirt and palming her breast. “That’s more like it.” She smirks. “I can feel that horse in your pants begging to break free. Let it loose and fuck me like you mean it.”
I let go of the wall and rip open her top, thrusting it over her shoulders so only the bottom half is still covering her belly. Her white cotton bra has hardly any padding. Her nipples are hard and I groan before biting one through the thin fabric. My mouth hovers over hers as she spurs me on. “You wanna rip this bra too? Go ahead, I’ve got more. Break it, boss.” She coaxes. Without a second thought I take the thin fabric in my fists, at the seam between her two breasts, and pull. It snaps, and she’s naked from the shoulders down.
I brush her tender flesh with my beard as I kiss down her neck, over her collarbones and dip my tongue between the two delicious tits adorning her chest. But there’s one place my mouth hasn’t had the pleasure of enjoying yet, and I’m not letting another night go by without that happening. I take a quick glance at the surrounding space, there’s a stack of hay bales, but they’re not hidden in a corner like we are…You know what? Fuck it.I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist and haulher over to the stack. “What the hell are you doin’? She gasps.
“I’m laying myself down on top of this hay—You are going to sit on this beard, put your pussy on my tongue and give me the honor of feasting until I’m satisfied.” Her mossy green eyes grow large, and she bites her lip at the realization of what we’re about to do. I lift her onto the highest bale, then heft myself up to join her. I look around, there’s a vertical beam that holds the roof at one end of the stack, and my eye catches a hook with a rogue bridal hanging on it.Perfect. Something for her to hold on to.I rip my shirt off and place my head at that end. I bust open my jeans and let her black Andalusian horse free. My dick is as hard as steel, so I wrap my fist around it and tug, trying but failing to pacify the hunger that’s eating away at me by the second.
“Get over here, blondie.” She crawls over to me, licking my dick with her tongue on her way up.Fuck. I don’t know if I’m going to last long enough to blow inside of her tonight. Just the thought of my tongue all over those pussy lips, has me ready to come right now.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
This is fuckin’ insane! I swiftly remove all the clothing left on my body. If someone walks into this barn, they’ll see me, tits out, pussy planted on my boss’s face, his name echoing off my scream and the rafters. Who am I?
“See that bridle up there?” He growls. “Use it for leverage and hang on.”
I need no more convincing than that. I hover over his perfect beard, his golden brown eyes staring up at me, mischief and temptation burning inside. Wrapping my fingers around the leather hanging in front of me, I tug, just to make sure it’s secure. Chris runs his tongue over his lips and stares at my sex. “If this beard isn’t soaked by the time you scream, I’m doing it wrong.”Damn, he really wants it. I throw every inhibition to the floor as I sit down hard, hugging his head with my thighs, then ride.
The way his tongue flicks and his mouth devours me—I really think I might soak his beard. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s down right naughty, out in the open—it feels a little forbiddentoo, in the most audacious and daring type of way. I hear him groan and growl beneath me as I moan and sigh, again and again. I might’ve been sitting on the sidelines for all these years. Waiting for who or what, I don’t know? But I never imagined anyone like him. He’s a fucking god, walking around disguised as a man.
“Chris…” I breathe as I continue to rock my hips back and forth. “I’m so damn glad it was you.” The curse he spews is a muffle. But I know he’s going insane when I sense him reach for his cock. Knowing it’s in his hand is hot as hell. I look over my shoulder to see him stroking himself behind my back and a rush of wetness flows out of me. I revel in every euphoric sensation he’s creating within me, then let my voice loose inside this wooden sanctuary we’re basking in. My hips move faster, and so does his fist. The moment my scream is the loudest, is the moment he curses and I feel a hot, wet stream paint my ass.
We both continue to ride the high, then somewhat recover. I dismount, my chest heaving, his too. “Turn around, blondie.” He commands. “I wanna see how pretty you look with my cum all over you.” I grin, then turn on my knees to show him his handy work. He takes his time, admiring what he’s done—then I feel a finger tracing my skin.
“What in the world?” I giggle then crane my neck as if I can actually see anything from here.
“I haven’t found our tree yet—I wanted to practice before I do.”
“Our tree?” I chuckle at the notion. “What do we need a damn tree for?”
His voice dips low. “To carve our initials, obviously.”
A laugh bursts from my lungs. “Did you really just draw a cum heart with the letters, C.C. and D.W.?”
“No. Of course not.” He rumbles. “The cum heart has the letters, C.C and D.C.” The backs of his fingers brush along my jawline, his lips landing gently on my shoulder. “Another promise.” He rumbles, and my heart tells me I’m the luckiest woman on God’s green earth.
Chapter Forty
I cleaned Dixie up last night; she put her clothes on and we walked out of the barn, up the porch steps and into the house. We didn’t have to sneak or act like anything was less than normal… Because it’s my damn house and my damn barn and I’ll do whatever orwhoeverI please while I’m in either of those buildings. Hell, if I wanted to fuck my woman out in the open, under the stars, I could’ve. We showered, then turned mybed intoourbed. Now that I’m here, now that I have her—I don’t want to even think about how lonely the rest of my life would’ve been if she’d never rolled onto this ranch, guns blazing and ready to fight.
