Trees become sparse the farther back we go, but the views only get better. More lakes, streams, mountains, animals galavanting for miles, and some within an arm’s reach from the van.
It’s majestic in a way to be in the realms of wildlife. To them, this is their home. It’s all they know. But to us, it’s something new and exciting—yet, we’re still only visitors passing through.
The snow hasn’t completely invaded, leaving layers of colors still vivid enough to appreciate despite the thin layer of snow on the ground. I know one of the main things Collie wants to do is visit a hot spring, so I planned an unforgettable day coming up that I know she’ll appreciate.
“I thought I knew country life, but South Carolina has nothing on this. Just look at it,” Collie speaks in awe as wedrive through the wooden gates of Antlerwood Ranch. “Could you imagine waking up every day and calling this place home?”
“I’m not sure anything could beat it.”
“I take that back. Maybe notanything. Nothing can beat a full-body orgasm. Nothing.”
Fucking hell. Just when I think I’ve got myself in check again, she makes some off-the-wall comment regarding dicks and pussies.
“Is your mind always in the gutter?” I question.
Collie smiles. “Always. It’s my favorite place to be.”
“Good to know.” I gulp, and lucky for me, the view up ahead eases the delay in my response.
Upon entering the gates, a wide pathway of fir trees lines the entrance, creating a border that leads to a ranch at the end of the gravel road. Despite technically still being in Yellowstone, the home feels isolated in its own way.
No people or architecture for miles aside from a barn in the distance.
But this property has enough character and zeal on its own. Directly in front of us is a one-story country oasis. Sage green paneling with wood and black accents adorn the exterior. A widespread front porch welcomes visitors with daybeds on opposite ends, overflowing with overstuffed pillows and blankets. The porch is also tastefully decorated with fall décor; authentic pumpkins littering the staircase leading to the front door.
Dirty Dan clued us in about the owners here, reassuring us we’re in great hands. From my understanding, the owners are a husband-and-wife team whose children have since grown and started families of their own.
Antlerwood Ranch is their way of giving back to thecommunity on this side of Wyoming with their time and resources.
Cattle and farm life are their pride and joy.
The moment our van pulls to a stop, an older couple exits the front door while big smiles crest their aged faces as they head to greet us.
I wonder what it would feel like to have an uncontainable joy like that? One that makes it difficult to mask.
Collie flings open the passenger door on a goddamn mission while I scurry to keep up with the impulsive woman.
“If it isn’t our new guests. Welcome to Antlerwood Ranch. You must be Easton and Sydney Voss?”
Well, shit. I know the kind woman meant nothing by it, but she just brought even more exposure to my true reason for being here. The reason I have yet to share with Collie.
“Collie Voss,” Collie introduces herself, shaking the woman’s hand and sending me a smile. I appreciate the lack of judgement, but I know questions are to come in my future. “There was a typo with my name.” She then turns to me. “This is my husband, Easton. We’re here on our honeymoon.”
“Ernest and Naomi. Nice to meet ya. Newlyweds, eh?” the older gentleman chimes in.
Collie nods while I stay silent, a trait I’m perfecting. “Just a few days ago, actually. This is our first official day in civilization…if you know what I mean.” She winks, and I want to fucking run.
I let out a dry chuckle, doing a horrible job at going along with her. I know I’m failing when a sharp pinch to my ass causes me to jolt. “Yeah. Yeah,” I mumble. “Honeyboo bear over here can’t keep her hands off me.”
Eyes that could kill concentrate on me. Or maybe look at me like she’s ready to begin my castration. “Yep. That’s me.” Collielicks her lips, and my insides fucking spasm. “Can’t get enough of my Easty Weasty. I always aim to please. Isn’t that right, sugar lips?”
For some reason, I don’t think she’s kidding. “My honeyboo never lies,” I say wearily, not sure who I’m trying to convince.
I bet Collie knows how to please real well. So well, I can picture her now. Taking me to the back of her throat as I thru?—
“Oh, to be young and in love again. Why don’t ya’ll follow us, and we’ll introduce you to Beavis and Butthead.”
Without another word, they spin on their heels, leaving Collie and me to follow behind.
