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outside of the tent and between my thighs. Yee-Haw! Ride ’em cowboy! What is that saying, save a horse, ride a cowboy? Yes! Yes! Yes! Any day! Bring him on!
Finished with round one, he rolled us to the side. Facing each other, I smiled like a loon or a love sick cowboy groupie. Finally! I had roped a cowboy. “You look pretty happy,” he smiled back sexy, not goofy at all—not one bit.
“Giddy!” What a silly girl I was. Giddy up! I was drunk on cowboy dick! Thank God he couldn’t read my mind. He couldn’t, right? That wasn’t a cowboy super power, right? If he could, he seemed okay with it as he began to reinvigorate my body again, attacking my pert nipples with his lips. Yes! Round ’em up! I wanted to ride him rodeo style two… three… four more times. Start the clock, I was ready to go way beyond eight seconds on his saddle.
“I love your body, your skin is so soft,” he whispered as his fingers played havoc on my exposed flesh while he nibbled and licked. He was rough and gentle all at once, pinching, plucking, then caressing. New sensations and emotions bombarded my body and mind. Though he was touching me in the usual places that had me climaxing, it felt so different. On the verge of a tempestuous release, like a violent storm, I panted loudly. It was good that we were out in the open, far from anyone, as voluminous groans and moans escaped from both of us as our bodies surged together. I’m not sure which one of us was louder by the time we reached maximum eruption.
Exploding inside of me, flooding my womb each time that we christened the Columbine tent (as I was naming it), I loved the feeling. It was something that I had never experienced before. In the past, I had always insisted that my partners were sheathed. Riding bareback was prohibited even though I used oral contraception. The invasion of Sage’s salty glaze inside of me was welcomed as illogical as it probably should’ve been, I couldn’t explain it. Was it that he was a respectable cowboy? All cowboys were respectable, right? They always were in the movies. In my fantasies. In my dreams. I told myself that cowboys were a different breed… perfect… as I fell into a deep sated sleep until we were awakened at daylight by a couple cowboys shouting and horses neighing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sage
A couple of days after getting back from our mountain trip I received more legal letters, requests from my brother, and questions from Norma. The last of which I ignored. I wasn’t sure how to answer her. What did she want to hear from me? Details from our excursion. Did she expect me to tell her that I professed my undying love to a woman I barely knew? Or did I tell her the truth? I imagined that hearing that I let my dick govern my actions, that I had made a mistake, an error in judgement, would not make her happy at all. Seeing the smile that accompanied her questioning, I knew what she wanted to hear, and those answers weren’t going to come from my lips.
Avoiding her and Jade, I took off to the city to meet with a local attorney who I had been dealing with on my end. So many lawyers, I was thankful that I was only paying for one out of my pocket. I had no idea that inheriting the ranch would prove to be such a hassle. In all of the years that I knew Hank, never once did his sons come to visit him. He went to see them when they were little in New York where they lived with their mother. As they grew up, they had no desire to see what it was like to live the ranch lifestyle. They were only interested in the money that could line their pockets if they could get a hold of it and change it into some kind of tourist attraction that I couldn’t imagine Hank liking.
Since the death of their father they were suddenly interested in getting their hands on the property. The most disturbing part was that they didn’t care what their father wanted done with the ranch. They were more interested in having an investment company run it, turn it into a
Finished with round one, he rolled us to the side. Facing each other, I smiled like a loon or a love sick cowboy groupie. Finally! I had roped a cowboy. “You look pretty happy,” he smiled back sexy, not goofy at all—not one bit.
“Giddy!” What a silly girl I was. Giddy up! I was drunk on cowboy dick! Thank God he couldn’t read my mind. He couldn’t, right? That wasn’t a cowboy super power, right? If he could, he seemed okay with it as he began to reinvigorate my body again, attacking my pert nipples with his lips. Yes! Round ’em up! I wanted to ride him rodeo style two… three… four more times. Start the clock, I was ready to go way beyond eight seconds on his saddle.
“I love your body, your skin is so soft,” he whispered as his fingers played havoc on my exposed flesh while he nibbled and licked. He was rough and gentle all at once, pinching, plucking, then caressing. New sensations and emotions bombarded my body and mind. Though he was touching me in the usual places that had me climaxing, it felt so different. On the verge of a tempestuous release, like a violent storm, I panted loudly. It was good that we were out in the open, far from anyone, as voluminous groans and moans escaped from both of us as our bodies surged together. I’m not sure which one of us was louder by the time we reached maximum eruption.
Exploding inside of me, flooding my womb each time that we christened the Columbine tent (as I was naming it), I loved the feeling. It was something that I had never experienced before. In the past, I had always insisted that my partners were sheathed. Riding bareback was prohibited even though I used oral contraception. The invasion of Sage’s salty glaze inside of me was welcomed as illogical as it probably should’ve been, I couldn’t explain it. Was it that he was a respectable cowboy? All cowboys were respectable, right? They always were in the movies. In my fantasies. In my dreams. I told myself that cowboys were a different breed… perfect… as I fell into a deep sated sleep until we were awakened at daylight by a couple cowboys shouting and horses neighing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sage
A couple of days after getting back from our mountain trip I received more legal letters, requests from my brother, and questions from Norma. The last of which I ignored. I wasn’t sure how to answer her. What did she want to hear from me? Details from our excursion. Did she expect me to tell her that I professed my undying love to a woman I barely knew? Or did I tell her the truth? I imagined that hearing that I let my dick govern my actions, that I had made a mistake, an error in judgement, would not make her happy at all. Seeing the smile that accompanied her questioning, I knew what she wanted to hear, and those answers weren’t going to come from my lips.
Avoiding her and Jade, I took off to the city to meet with a local attorney who I had been dealing with on my end. So many lawyers, I was thankful that I was only paying for one out of my pocket. I had no idea that inheriting the ranch would prove to be such a hassle. In all of the years that I knew Hank, never once did his sons come to visit him. He went to see them when they were little in New York where they lived with their mother. As they grew up, they had no desire to see what it was like to live the ranch lifestyle. They were only interested in the money that could line their pockets if they could get a hold of it and change it into some kind of tourist attraction that I couldn’t imagine Hank liking.
Since the death of their father they were suddenly interested in getting their hands on the property. The most disturbing part was that they didn’t care what their father wanted done with the ranch. They were more interested in having an investment company run it, turn it into a
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