Chapter 25
Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)
Callie
Sitting beside Cash in this perfect space he has carved out for us, by the river, feels like a dream. If you asked me what I could have if I could have anything, it would feel like this. I wouldn’t have been able to put this into words, but the two horses munching on their grass, tails swishing, the rushing creek with its tiny tadpoles and dragonflies, the birds chirping in the little copse of trees, this is what I would want.
Something Cash is giving me. Every day feels more right with him. He fits into my soul in a way I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t have to create space for him, it was there all along. I just thought it was a hole and that I was broken.
Deciding to act on impulse and not overthink, I swing my leg across his lap, straddling him, where he leans back, his weight balanced on his arms behind him. He looks at me in surprise a second before he sits up, his abdominal muscles flexing, and grabs the abandoned pack, bunching it under his head like a makeshift pillow. Placing his hands on my hips, he smiles.
“Well, hey, baby,” he says, looking up at me.
“Hey, Cowboy.” Leaning down, I kiss him and his arms loop around me, crushing me to his chest as he kisses me slow and deep. Not urgent or demanding but with so much feeling it reverberates through me. I feel his hips move a little below me, not pushing into me, just moving a little, like he needs an outlet for his energy.
Holding me tightly, he flips us over so he’s hovering above me, his hips nestled against my thighs. Rubbing my face softly, he rests his other hand against my neck as he holds himself up with an elbow.
He kisses me softly before hovering above me once more and says, “God, you’re so beautiful. It’s like He captured the sky and pulled it down for me to hold in my arms.” He lowers his head, kissing my neck, all over. Pushing my head back slightly, he kisses everywhere his mouth can reach, covering most of my exposed skin with his wet kiss. He gently pushes his hard cock against me, like he’s testing my receptiveness.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him harder into me, rolling my hips until we are rubbing in all the correct places. He lets out a strangled whimper. It melts me.
“Okay, listen, darlin’. I’m not saying I’m not picking up the signals you’re sending,” he places a kiss on my pulse point, sucking the blood to the surface, “because I fucking am. I definitely am.” Another kiss, another suck. I think for a second I might have a hickey, like a teenager, and giggle. “But we haven’t talked about this step yet, so while I sit here, in this delicious, warm spot, we are going to take a minute to discuss.”
I nod, waiting for his words. He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head, giving me a delightful eyeful. His chest is muscular, the occasional muscle stacked on muscle, and I feel myself blush. Following the hard lines of his pecs, I caress them and lift an eyebrow, wondering how I never noticed this before.
He chuckles at my face as I study the tiny barbells that pierce each nipple. I tilt my head slightly before he leans down and whispers against my mouth, “It will get more interesting before it gets less, Hurricane.”
I continue to rub my hands across the newly exposed flesh, his skin tan and smelling like the sun.
“Now, I believe I have you sufficiently interested and distracted.” He winks cheekily before putting a row of kisses across my jaw. “Remember when I knelt in front of you and told you that was the time you would get sweet Cash?”
I nod my head.
“Good girl.” A kiss lands on my nose. “I like things a little...rougher. I won’t hurt you, unless you decide that’s something you’re interested in, but I’m not a gentle man when it comes to this. So, I need to know what you’re okay with and not, okay?”
Suddenly nervous, I nod again, my mouth dry.
“Say it, baby.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. So, first, have you done anything before that you particularly liked?”
“I liked you on your knees in my bedroom?”
He chuckles again. “Not with me, before.”
I shake my head no. “Sex with Roger was…plain? Sort of the same every time. Missionary or from behind. I didn’t have an orgasm, and he went to sleep.”
The face he makes in response is funny, and I giggle nervously.
“Okay, how would you feel about this?” He puts his hand lightly against my throat and gently squeezes. I feel the immediate response in my panties. I nod.
“And this?” He adds a little more pressure while grippingmy breast, hard, bucking his hips against me, his cock straining against his zipper.
I gasp, then moan. He nods for me.
Snaking his hand under my tank top, he grabs my naked breast, and barely pinches my nipple, only applying the slightest pressure, sending a tingle across my body and goosebumps cover me. I nod enthusiastically before gasping out a half strangled, “Yes.”
