by Rie Warren
When her hand curled around my cock, my head reared back and I groaned. I shoved a palm against the tree above her head. Moving with the strokes of her hand, I watched her fist my length.
The urge to come built at the base of my cock. I twisted my pelvis away from her grasp. “Want my fingers in you first.”
I tore her jeans to the tops of her boots. Stepping back, I paused to take a good long look at my woman, arched against the tree. The bower of limbs shaded us from the sun. Her tits tipped up. Wearing an arch smile on her mouth and nothing else, Cat reached between us, once again filling her hand with my shaft.
“Darlin’, I’ll come and I really wanna get my hands on you first,” I bit out.
She let me go. A slippery skein of precome connected her fingertips to the purplish head of my cock.
Smearing that liquid around her lips, licking it off, she purred, “Just wanted a taste, Nick.”
I had to shut my eyes and think of anything but that hot visual and her low moan. My cock throbbing, I circled the base and gripped it mercilessly. It turned an even deeper color, but the urge to explode receded until I looked up to find Cat playing with her nipples.
Inhaling through my nose, my eyes locked on her twisting fingertips. I slid her knees apart with one hand gliding up the inside of her thighs. I entered her with two linked fingers, spiraling higher. Watching her ride my fingers made my cock lurch.
I slowly fingered Cat until my hand was wet. She gyrated down to my knuckles, panting in need. She gritted her teeth just before she came with my fingers clamped inside. Waves pulsed from inside her, over her stomach, up to her tits and finally screamed from her mouth.
Her thighs shivering, I bent down. I suckled her clit and lapped from the slippery cream coating her pussy, getting my face right in there. On my knees, I tugged off her boots and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. My jaw and tongue worked until she stood on her tiptoes then slowly lowered that hot, tight feast to my mouth.
“I need your come.” Raw and raspy, her voice drifted to me. Her hands dug into my hair, guiding me up. “Need you in me now.”
I stood between her parted legs. My erection was so hard between us, the skin was shiny, tight as a drum. It pulsed with every beat of my heart. “You sure about going bareback?”
“We’re both clean. I can’t get pregnant.” I didn’t flinch when she hit that sore spot. Instead I ran my hands down her back and onto the curves of her ass. She lifted one leg and looped it around my hips. “I want you in me, Nick.”
I ran the crown of my cock against her pussy, over and over again. Her wetness squished. Her hips danced to capture my shaft. I didn’t penetrate Cat until she writhed and moaned. Until I was slick from plum head to aching balls.
That first thrust pushed the air out of my chest. I grunted.
“More. All of it. Give me all of you.” Her breath swam against my ear.
I pushed in to the hilt, my balls heavy against her sweet ass, come swilling behind the last holdout, the hard knot behind my sac.
“Ohhh!” Her gasp echoed off the sun-bleached hills.
I shivered and shuddered and cursed, withdrawing from her. The hot grip of her cunt sucked back me inside. Cat’s tits in my face were an invitation to suck. Hard nipples, berry pink, as beautiful as the aroused stain on her face when I went so deep inside again.
The sun and the sweat and the scenery and the sex. It all spun over me. My cock, bare, inside Wildcat for the first time. She writhed and groaned, tightening on me. Screwing me into one tight unbearable ball of release I fought to delay.
“I’m not gonna last.” My low words hit her mouth.
“No kidding.” A hoarse laugh escaped her and with it, another deep clench on my cock.
I licked my thumb and worked it between our stomachs. I rolled it over her clit, getting her nice and wet and shivery. “Don’t laugh, darlin’. Damn.”
“Don’t make me,” she gasped. And then, “Oh God, yes, just like that.”
Circling the wet point of her clitoris, the hard diamonds of her nipples, I lifted Cat fully off the ground. With her thighs wrapped around my waist, she rocked up and down on me. Our wet skin slapped together as she tightened and tightened. My pubes scraped her nub. My balls slapped her ass.
A deep throbbing suck gripped me. Her long loud shout pierced me. My vision atom-bombed. I grasped her to me and jerked into her. Fast pulses jetted from my cock, blasting off inside her. I felt the deep, penetrating motion of her body swallowing, taking all of me, and it made me pump more.
When I stopped, my breath scraped in and out of my throat. Cat rested against me like a ragdoll.
“Holy.” She lifted her head far enough to kiss and lick across my lips.
I carried her to the blanket. “Fuck.” I fell beside her.
“Good detour.”
“Fuck,” I repeated.
“Did that.” She smiled, one hand traipsing over my chest.
Saturated in sex and sun, I dozed for a while. When I woke, the cold was seeping into the ground beneath the hard-baked earth. Cat snoozed beside me, wrapped around me. I moved away with care, leaving one last kiss on her brow. I set up the tent, took a leak, started a fire.
After washing my hands in the creek, I sliced open the rasher of buffalo bacon we’d picked up along the way. I cracked a few eggs, started coffee, and set out Cat’s toiletries by the bank.
She woke with a lazy, naked stretch.
“C’mere, beautiful.” I held out my hand to her.
After pulling on one of my shirts, she ran her arm around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. “Breakfast for supper? I could’ve helped with that.”
“Girl Scout you are not.” I handed her a plate and a smirk I was sure she’d wipe right off my face.
“Good thing you can cook, Nicky Love, and I do know how to start a fire.” She winked.
Hell yes, she does.
We sat on the blanket and fed each other breakfast at sundown. Just as we were finishing, my iPad dinged three times in a row from where I’d tossed it earlier.
Cat narrowed her eyes. “That thing’s beeping at us again.”
“Don’t care.” I threw another blanket over the social media mouthpiece, drowning out the messages. I rolled Cat over me.
“Are you getting fresh with me?” Her deep dimple slanted against her cheek. Her eyes were Icelandic blue.
“You bet.”
That time we made it to the tent, just barely.
****
After our trek along the southern Trail of the Ancients, we headed NW through Utah over the next days, into Nevada. We’d screamed down the Las Vegas strip lit-up with all the world famous casinos and over-the-top water fountains. We’d shared a nervous sort of laugh touring past the tacky pop-up chapels. We’d just stopped at a funky all-night diner/dive on the sprawling outskirts of Las Vegas when I got a call from Josh.
“Holy shit, bro. I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”
“We were riding. Is everything okay there? L, the dude-man? Did you check in on Mimi for me?”
“Yeah, yeah, all good.” He barked a loud laugh. “Better than good. Leelee’s pregnant!”
I grabbed Cat’s hand from where she fiddled with the plastic menu beside me. I ignored the bittersweet ache in my chest. “Damn, that’s . . . Wow! That was quick, what are you feeding your swimmers?”
“Ya know, I guess they like beer or something. We took a risk that first time after the wedding. I guess I wanted to drive the point home. It was before she sprung the wanna-have-a-baby-surprise on me.”
“You sure made your point.”
“Man, I didn’t think it’d happen this fast. Shit, now I’m in for it, huh?” He was already preening like a proud poppa.
“Congrats, Josh. And tell Leelee, too, from me, from us.”
Cat tried to wriggle her hand loose as she caught wind of the conversation.
“Hey, you two having a good time?” he asked.
“Th
e best. Weather’s beautiful, the bikes are running like dreams. We needed this.”
He lowered his voice. “Are you okay with this? I wanted to tell you before Jules Gem put it out in an unauthorized freakin’ press release or something, because of Cat and all . . . because she can’t . . .”
My eyes started to burn, and I pressed a palm against them. “Nah, it’s good. I couldn’t be happier for you, you. I’ll be an uncle again, yeah? Next best thing.”
As soon as those stupid words flew out of my mouth, Cat inhaled sharply. I slipped my hand to her neck, caressing the soft dip of skin. I was such a complete ass sometimes.
“’Course you will, Uncle Wicky.”
“It’ll be a girl, you know?”
“Why’s that?”
I laughed a little. “Because you deserve a little angst in your life.”
His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m screwed, I told you. Oh, and guess what I gotta do for the next eight months? Clean up the damn cat litter because Leelee can’t go near it. Wonder if I can tie Mews up in a sack and leave it somewhere.”
“Like you’d do that.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because you love ‘its’ owner too much.”
“S’pose you got a point,” Josh grumbled.
“How’s L doing?”
“Glowing like she always does, even though she says it’s the hormones. Queasy then hungry, and happy as hell.” He boasted.
The longer we talked, the more Cat curled in on herself.
“Hey, I’ve got to go, but I owe you a bottle of champagne when we get back. You done good, Josh. Don’t forget to give our love to the missus.”
“You’re on. Catch you in a week or so. Don’t worry about Mimi or Viper, between me and Ma, we got it.”
After the call ended, I tucked my phone in my pocket. Cat sat huddled away from me in the booth, against the wall, staring at the menu. Inside the diner, it was garish, bright, and loud, which was a good thing because an unbearably awkward silence settled between the two of us.
“I should probably call Leelee.” Cat’s voice shook.
“Yeah, but can that wait a minute?” I slung my arm across the back of the booth and faced her. “What’s going on?”
Cat swiped a napkin beneath her eyes. “I feel like half a woman with you. I can’t have babies, and you’d be such a good dad. I can tell you want it.” A few more tears escaped.
“Hey, hey.” I pulled her face against my neck and whispered against her ear, “None of that now. It’s true. I want a family, a future, everything with you.”
She drew back. “But I can’t—”
“You can. If you want to. You can get it reversed. It’s your choice and I wouldn’t press you to do anything you don’t want to. I’m going to be with you no matter what.”
A large sob gurgled from her chest, and she fell against me. I did nothing but stroke her back and whisper to her, waiting for her to calm. Minutes later, her face cleared up. She blew her nose into a napkin while I smiled at the inglorious noise she made.
Lacing the fingers of both our hands together, Cat lifted large hopeful eyes to mine. “I’ll give it a shot. There’s no guarantee, but we can try . . . sometime.”
A jolt of pure joy surged through me. “I’d like that . . . sometime.” My grin was uncontainable.
“Dimples.” She dragged one finger down my cheek.
I pulled her hand to my mouth. “Adorable.”
Figuring we were finally done with our moment, our eagle-eyed waitress turned up to take our orders. It wasn’t until Cat polished off some insane, only-in-Vegas concoction of baked-Alaska-upside-down-cake-hot-fudge-sundae that my nerves started doing the two-step in my tummy. Because I wanted to nail one sometime down.
Waitress Connie cleared away our plates and delivered coffee with a knowing I’ll give ya a moment smack of her gum.
I pushed my coffee cup out of the way and set my hands on the table. “I know this isn’t the right time or the romantic place.” Raking both hands through my hair, I let out a panicky laugh. “Shit, you got me nervous here, my palms are sweating.” I wiped them on my thighs.
Cat gripped my arm. “You can do the romance thing later. Out with it, Nick.”
I fished inside the inner pocket of my leather jacket and pulled out the ring I’d been carrying since we started this trip. It held Mimi’s diamond from her own engagement ring, newly set deep in a wide chrome band.
I presented it to Cat. She stared at the ring I held then up at my eyes, then back at the ring. “Nick?”
Balancing the bright circle between my thumb and forefinger, I blew out a breath. “Will you make me the happiest man and marry me, Wildcat?”
She nodded. She shook her head. She frowned then smiled. A hush rolled over the packed diner as everyone—Connie and me included—waited.
I tapped Cat’s nose gently. “I don’t know what your answer is. Because if you want to do it now, I bet there’s a white and gold pantsuit-wearing Elvis a few miles back if you—”
“Yes!” she shouted.
The other customers roared. The waitresses whistled. I slid the ring home on Cat’s third finger, watching the band settle exactly where it belonged, the same way my heart had found hers at last. Then I kissed her with all the deep longing and love I felt for her.
Her cheeks were bright. Her lips swollen, her eyes hooded.
“So, about Elvis?” I asked.
“Let’s enjoy this honeymoon before we get to all that.” She winked.
“Next year?” I helped her out the booth.
“It’s a date.”
When we got to our bikes, the diners had decorated them in true Vegas fashion with beer cans and streamers. Bottle rockets went off as we clattered down the road, headed toward Arizona.
****
By the time we pulled up to the Writers’ Rodeo—Skull Valley, Arizona—complete with a massive ranch-style iron gate, we were jonesing for a soft bed, a long hot shower, and some home cooked vittles.
Janice road up to greet us on a seventeen hand, handsome as fuck mustang. Horse, not a muscle car.
“Welcome to the Writers’ Rodeo, y’all!” Her horse whickered at the sound of our twin engines rumbling.
“Holy shit, Janice. Don’t tell me you ride a horse all the time out here.” I beamed at the woman sitting astride her stallion.
“What are you talking about? You ride a steel horse yourself.” She grinned down at me.
“Heh. I ride a Steele woman if you want to mince words.”
“You two are so cute. I am dead.” Her wild laugh didn’t spook the mustang, but my off-the-cuff remark sure set a fire in Cat.
“Tell me you did not just say that.” Her ignited blue gaze cut right through my chuckle.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Blame it on the writer in me? A pun? Ahh, shee-it, you can take it out on me later.”
Cat leaned across to punch me on the arm. “She’s going to tweet that?”
Sure enough, Janice had dug her phone from one saddlebag or other and was tapping away.
“Yeah, probably.”
“So I should watch what I say.”
“Or say nothing at all.”
“Heard that. Did not tweet that.” Janice replaced her phone. “I also keep a Bronco, for going to town.” True to form, she wore her peasant gear get-up, armloads of bracelets, and was that a tambourine strung from her hip?
“I knew you had an in with Josh.”
“What can I say? We both have a love for grizzled old beasts. Like you, Nicky.” She turned the reins in her hands, and the horse started loping off. “Come. Let me show you the place.”
The rodeo-ranch consisted of several long, rough wood buildings—a schoolhouse, a chapel for those who wanted a little God action, and the cookhouse. Set farther off were the sleeping quarters, aka rustic cabins, lined up in neat neighborly rows. Collective gardens and cultivated fields were irrigated and totally organic. Janice lived off the grid, getti
ng her water from a windmill, her energy from solar panels, and her life force from within.
Outside her small patch of land, she slid off the mustang. Treating me to the usual ass-groping and Cat to a long hug, Janice smiled wide.
“I’m going to curry Sally here if you two want to clean up? I reckon some sand got in those cracks of yours. The shower house is right over there.”
So the long hot shower came first, in the communal corrugated tin shack. The water spit and hissed between scalding hot and freezing cold, and the soap on offer was handmade and patchouli scented. We shuddered under the inclement spray, lathering each other up. The other stalls remained empty, likely because the water temperature was a fickle bitch.
“Co-co-cold,” Cat stuttered, her teeth clattering together.
I rinsed her hair as quickly as I could. “Honeymoon period, remember?”
“You’re going to come to our honeymoon like that?” She pointed at my cock that wanted to crawl up and hide inside my body.
“I can perform, even in an ice storm.”
She snorted, stepping onto teak slats instead of bath mats. Warmer air steamed off her wet body.
That did it for me. Cutting off the spitting pipes, I shook water from my hair. Within one step, two, I was against her back and completely hard. “I can warm you up.”
It was quick and furious. The tin walls rattled when Cat’s hands punched against them as I fucked her from behind. The temperature in that little shed rose quickly. Going at each other deep, hard, and fast, her nipples were hot peaks, and her clit creamed under my thumb.
Locking her against me, I thrust deep. Our shouts threatened to peel the paint off the walls when we came together.
“Warmer?” I gasped, pulling out with a groan.
“Something like.”
We weren’t daring the shower stalls a second time. Instead, we cleaned each other, with our mouths, driving up to second orgasms. With loose gaits and arms slung around each other’s waist, we headed to Janice’s cozy little cabin.
