Bought by the Lone Cowboy

by E. Walsh

  Chapter Four

  Jordana checked the weather for the beach. It was sort of a silly thing to do since the weather in Southern California was prefect always with few exceptions. The three of them decided to go in one car. It was a tough to decide which car they would use because the twins had a convertible which would be so fun to travel in but Jack had the SUV. With all the stuff they were bringing, they opted for practical and chose the SUV.

  Sometimes the camping lots had hard compacted sand and other times it did not. The girls and Jack were happy to see that theirs was a very loose, soft kind of sand when they arrived there. Jillian took the tent out of the car and started to unpack it.

  “What are you doing?” asked Jack. He was short with her.

  “I am putting up the tent,” replied Jillian a tone that said it was a statement of the obvious.

  “I can see that, smarty pants. How about let’s unpack all the stuff and then put up the tent afterwards?” he suggested.

  “How about I put up the tent so we have a place to put the stuff?” said Jillian with an attitude.

  “Whatever,” Jack said, obviously annoyed.

  “Jack has anyone ever accused you of being a micromanager?” asked Jillian without thinking. She wasn’t going to say anything but it just blurted out of her mouth. He looked to the sky for strength and laughed.

  This was going to be a miserable weekend, Jillian thought to herself. She could not get along with him if she had to. But as strongly as he rubbed her the wrong way, he turned her on. She didn’t want him to notice and this was the main reason why she was being difficult. The sight of him made her insides moist. Sometimes she worried she was going to make a noise. She quietly put up the tent and started loading up the tent with the stuff that Jordana and Jack took out of the car.

  “Is this okay with everyone?” Jillian asked facetiously. “I want to make sure I haven’t upset anyone’s apple cart by doing something on my own.”

  Again, Jack scolded her with a look. “Yes, it’s fine. Is it fine with you Jordana?”

  “Fine,” smiled Jordana.

  Jordana was completely onto what was going on between Jack and Jillian.

  “You just think this is so funny, don’t you?” Jillian said to her sister.

  “Hilarious,” Jordana replied.

  Just as they were all set up and settled in, the camp ranger stopped by their lot.

  “Hi. You folks just getting here?” he asked.

  “We are,” Jack answered on behalf of the twins.

  “Don’t want to alarm anyone but I do want you to use caution and good judgment. We have multiple reports of a puma sighting. We’ll do our best to locate and contain the creature but please be careful when you’re out and about,” said the ranger.

  “Are you going to hurt the cat?” asked Jillian vehemently.

  As a vegan, Jillian was very much pro-animal rights and didn’t mind being verbal about it.

  “We’ll make every attempt not to,” said the ranger.

  But Jillian assumed a stance and was ready to verbally take on the ranger when Jack interceded.

  “This man is just doing his job,” said Jack. “Thank you ranger.”

  The ranger tipped his hat to the three of them and moved on. Jillian could feel a lecture from Jack before it even happened. She changed the subject before she caught grief about standing up to the ranger.

  “How about we eat?” said Jillian. “Or shall we go down to the beach? Jordana, you want to put on our bathing suits? Jack?”

  Jack shook his head. “You are so manipulative. You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Wrong how?” she demanded. “I just wanted to make sure the cat wasn’t harmed.”

  “That cat can eat you in one bite,” said Jack. “Not that I would blame him.”

  Again Jack said something that both twins immediately made a sexual innuendo out of. They whipped their heads around to him and gave him a look.

  Jack giggled. “I meant because she’s ornery. Not because she’s cute. Okay, getting back to Jillian’s suggestions, how about we do both? Let’s have a light meal,” he said. “And please ladies, don’t feel obligated to do everything with me. We’re all adults. I won’t feel slighted at all.”

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  Chapter Five

  They tossed up a light salad and sliced some fruit and set at the picnic table that was part of the camping pad. Jack mixed up an amazing chili lime dressing. Jillian opted for a squeeze of lemon on her salad.

  “Just try it,” Jack said holding out a loaded fork for her.

  “No thanks,” she said.

  “Jillian doesn’t like spicy stuff. If it even has a spice in the name of the dressing, forget it,” grinned Jordana.

  “You’ll have some for me, won’t you?” he said to Jordana.

  Jordana let Jack feed her as though she were a bird. It more than a little turned Jillian on.

  “She has it on her salad already,” Jillian said with a roll of her eyes.

  She had to admit to herself she wished that she was the one Jack was feeding at the moment. She absolutely was a picky eater. Jack gave her a stern look but again he refrained from his usual jabs. He stabbed his salad and munched. Then he picked up an apple and ate it, every so often peering at her out of the corner of his eyes.

  Jordana and Jillian finished at the same time. Once the table was cleared, the twins went into the tent and changed into their suits. They wore identical suits with broad diagonal strips. They were pretty tan already so the bright Carpinteria sun wasn’t going to be too much for them. Jack stayed behind. He said he wanted to take a walk.

  “Well come join us if you want. The plan is to go straight over that rise and straight down to the beach,” said Jordana.

  Jack looked them both up and down. “I don't think I’ll be able to miss you.”

  *

  The twins loaded up their beach bags and were off. Jordana applied a maximum SPF sunscreen but Jillian used a skin bronzing gel. Despite Jordana’s lecture that she should use a stronger sunscreen, Jillian had her sister apply the bronzing gel all over her. It was such a dumb move for in no time, she was burnt to a crisp. She woke Jordana from her snooze.

  Jillian sat up. She put a baseball cap on. Jordana rubbed aloe all over her sister. She was very thorough. She applied it from the back tops of her shoulders to just below her waistline. She rubbed it in starting from the point where her buttocks joined her legs, all the way down to her feet.

  She then turned Jillian over and applied it to her chest, going underneath her bikini top so because she said the sun’s rays could penetrate the fabric. It did seem that to Jillian that her nipples were a bit tender after all.

  “I think we should pack it up,” said Jordana.

  “How about a dip in the water and then we pack it up?” said Jillian.

  The twins climbed to their feet and sauntered slowly to the waterline. If Jillian’s bathing suit was a sheer as Jordana’s, Jordana was indeed correct that the sun could penetrate the material. They were probably both scorched. The temperature of the water was shocking but refreshing. They both dunked under the water like mermaids. When they came up to the surface, Jillian could see every detail of Jordana’s body. The bathing all but disappeared when wet. She looked down to her own bathing suit and had the same dilemma. They giggled.

  “I guess we will have to stay in here forever,” said Jordana.

  But with her burn, the cool made Jillian shiver. She was going to climb out of the water but she saw Jack Riley on the shore. She had to make a decision as to whether she wanted to get out of the ocean or stay in because she could not very well walk out on the shore in front of Jack with her bathing suit being see through.

  She was also so conflicted because part of her could not stand him and part of her wanted to take him to bed. She wondered if her sister knew. As identical twins, Jillian and Jordana were so in synch. Jordana very often finished Jillian’s sentence and vice versa.
She did a lot of interpreting on behalf of Jillian. There was very little getting by her.

  As soon as Jordana saw Jack she looked over to Jillian.

  “You are not happy to see him are you?” Jordana remarked.

  “I think it was a mistake to bring him,” Jillian replied. “Besides we are practically nude in these bathing suits.”

  “Let’s make the best of it. Try not to respond when he gets to you,” said Jordana.

  “So you notice it too?” she said. “It’s not just me?”

  “It’s a little bit you. In fact it might be both of you equally. You both cannot not leave it alone. He always has to say something and you have to say something back. If I see you doing the right thing and he won’t leave you alone, I’ll step in,” said Jordana. “I do feel better having a guy here though, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” agreed Jillian.

  Her little conversation with her sister made her feel better. Jillian emerged from the water and walked toward their stuff. She hoped like heck that her suit was a quick-drying one. Jack stood like a statue with his mirrored aviators on. She could not tell but sensed that his eyes were up and down her, inspecting her. As she got closer to him, butterflies filled Jillian’s stomach. He was going to bait her; she just knew it.

  “You’re awfully burned,” he said.

  He drew his glasses down his nose and peered over. The eye contact he made afterwards sent heat searing through her. She wanted him bad.

  Forgetting Jordana’s advice, she replied, “Yes I know.”

  “Oh you know?” he said coolly. “You know better? Then how is it you got so burned?”

  “Whatever,” she said. “I’m packing my stuff up and going back to camp.”

  “No not whatever Jillian. It’s not safe to get so burned,” he continued his lecture.

  “I hear you Jack,” she said, having enough of it.

  “You don’t eat right; you don’t take care of yourself. What am I going to do with you?” he asked in a seductive tone.

  Jillian could hardly breathe she was so aroused. She turned and waived to Jordana. She bent over and shoved her things in her tote bag. She could swear to it that he grazed her buttocks with the feather-lightest touch. She knew he did. She just could not acknowledge it. She picked her stuff and walked off.

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  Chapter Six

  As Jillian stomped through the sand towards the tent, she heard Jack talking to her. He apologized.

  “Hey come back here,” he said. “I am sorry. Come on. I’ll behave.”

  But she ignored him. He had no idea that part of the reason why she needed to get away from him was because he turned her on so. She was conflicted. He wasn’t related. He just felt related. She was a grown woman. He was a grown man. A grown man who got on her nerves in so many ways.

  “The lion is going to get you!” he kidded.

  But at that point, Jillian thought she would rather get cornered by a lion than spend time with him. In fact, when she got back to the tent, she dumped her stuff, switched into shorts and a tank top that were all terrain. It was an outfit that she could both hike and swim in. Armed with a water bottle, a ball cap and her shades, she scrawled a note and took off.

  *

  The park, as she progressed in the direction opposite the beach was grassy and tree covered. She followed the beaten path into the wood. She had on her earphones and her music, lost in her thoughts.

  “Hey,” she could hear someone say.

  She pulled the earphone from her ears. It was Jack trying to catch up with her.

  “Hey,” he said. “What’s up with the walking off?”

  “I am not walking off,” she said. “I am just going for a relaxing walk.”

  “You’re pouting,” he said. “You’re bad for that.”

  “Oh my God would you leave me alone?” she said. “What is it about anyway?”

  “You’re off in the woods after the park ranger warned us all about the lion? Or was I the only person who heard that?”

  “If you’re so worried about the lion getting us why did you leave my sister next to all of the food? Everyone knows that’s where wild animals go in campgrounds; where the food is,” she argued.

  “That’s bears, silly,” he said.

  “I’ll bet the lions don’t know that,” she replied.

  Jillian started to put her earphones back in and continue walking. He reached out to take hold of her arm and she jerked away. He swatted her behind. She took a swing and he grabbed her. In one move, he put her over his knee. He landed the firm, round curves of her buttocks four more times.

  “Jack you let me up or I swear!” she cried out.

  “Are you going to behave?” he asked halfway flirtatiously.

  He let her up and the two of them gawked at each other.

  “You’ve been dying to do that!” she said.

  “Yeah I admit it. I am so sorry for that,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t know what got into me. I don’t know what has been getting into me. I’ve never struck a woman before in my life. I’m not saying I have playfully spanked someone before. But I -”

  Before he could finish the sentence, Jillian rushed him, taking his head in her hands. She kissed him with everything she had. She swept her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, penetrating him.

  He admitted to her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She wanted him bad. He was the most virile, attractive man and despite the fact that they butted heads all so many levels, they clicked on all the right ones. She knew he would be so hot in bed.

  Or in the middle of a small wooded area, as the case may be.

  Jack placed his hands on hers and kissed her back. Their bodies grinded together intensely. It was like they were trying to press their bodies into each other. The chemistry between them almost knocked her from consciousness. She could hardly think straight. She was in and out of reality and had no qualms about having sex with him right there out in the open. Jillian was so revved up for him that she craved to devour him.

  His hands grappled her, roaming her curves nonstop. Very rhythmically he moaned. Like she was causing him sweet agony. She understood his dilemma. She was suffering for him bad.

  “I gotta have you,” he said. “I need you so badly.”

  “I am aching for you too,” she whispered.

  * * *

  Chapter Seven

  Jillian’s breath was labored with passion. Her underwear was drenched with need for him. She could feel his throbbing erection. He needed her too.

  He hoisted her up off of her feet and carted her behind a tree with a wide trunk. The two of them ferociously fed off of one another. Her tongue swept his mouth, feeding on him for all he had to offer. Jillian’s fingers found his erection. She imagined what it would be like to have this beast in her mouth.

  His hungry searching mouth traveled down her neck to the base where she had the strongest reaction to his kisses. His fingers crept beneath the waist of her tiny shorts, seeking the hot wetness between her legs. The slightest contact of his fingertips to her sensitive nubs made her insides clutch. He slipped a finger inside of her and stroked her.

  “Oh you’re so wet for me,” he said.

  “Oh that feels so good…,” she said back.

  She rocked against him as he penetrated her. She felt if she kept it up she could come this way. She was drowsy with arousal. He dipped her shirt off of her shoulder, baring her breasts. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He nibbled her flesh, grinding it gently between his teeth, sweetly torturing her. Heat seared throughout her and twisted into her core. He tugged her nipple just enough to make her arch up against him. She was empty for him and she needed to be filled.

  She lowered the waist of his shorts and freed his throbbing manhood. She took hold of it, toying with the idea of dropping to her knees and devouring it with her mouth or with the core of her body. She started to lower but he propped her up. He knew what she wanted to do but he had othe
r ideas.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he whispered.

  She hitched her leg up around his hip. She was so wet and ready for him, that a simple wiggle of her hips, she took him into her. She wrapped his lower back with her leg and drew him into her closer.

  He filled her so completely, so deeply and fully that her every little move caused her to react from the sweet friction. She seized up sporadically around his hardness. He gripped the curves of her buttocks and drove into her.

  There was no sense of age difference between the two of them. Jack’s body was ripped and lean and perfect. He was so well endowed. Jillian felt as though she were with a real man. He handled her so masterfully. Commanded her. Guided her.

  Her sunburn hardly bothered her. But she was aware occasionally that his touch sometimes felt cool to her skin. He glided in and out of hers so easily. The more he gripped her thigh to balance them both, the tighter the fit. Little tremors rippled from deep within her, tumbling throughout her core, growing larger and more powerful.

  “Oh that’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me.”

  She was limp, her legs were jelly and she feared she might topple them but Jack supported them both. He thrust into endlessly as she dissolved into a quivering mass of ecstasy. She whimpered with pure pleasure.

  Her nipples were erect out in the air. She tweezed one while looking at him through her lowered lids. Her touch lit his fire. Her orgasm peaked and ebbed and still Jack lasted. His eyes fixed to her toying of her pebbled tips as he pumped into her like a freight train.

  Jillian’s soft body draped over his hard, muscled limbs. His ripped cut biceps embraced her. Jack’s stamina was unending as he continued his rhythm. His strokes to her pleasure sensitive core were almost too wondrous to bear. It was as though he was filling her with sugar. Jillian could not contain her cries and her whole body was sparked with pleasure.

  It was not long before she felt that familiar shift and she was once again she was going to come again. He had brought his orgasm to life. She clenched on him as he too lost it to pleasure. He growled and shook until he could move no more. Jillian and Jack were bathed in sweat. Their half-clothed bodies were drenched. They tipped their foreheads to one another as they let their moment pass.