by S. Cook
His skin was hot from the sun, sending pleasurable sensations all the way down to my toes. I heard him unbuckle his heavy tool belt and drop it on the porch with a loud clang. I inhaled sharply.
Damn!
The wait was killing me.
The denim of his jeans scraped across the back of my upper thighs and the cold metal of his belt buckle pressed against my hip. His fingers dug into the sensitive flesh.
It felt so good.
Nothing about Mustang felt wrong.
Ever.
I desperately needed him inside me now.
To take me again and again.
“Mustang…please.”
He rubbed a calloused hand across my ass in slow, tantalizing circles. I shivered at his touch and my legs trembled. I twisted around to look back at him and my mouth dropped open.
The tight muscles rippled on his naked chest, and a wild, hot hunger burned in his eyes.
I watched as he pulled his massive cock from his open fly and stroked the full length once and then again, readying himself for me. Whirling around, I knelt in front of him. Before he could stop me, I covered his hand with mine and stroked. When he groaned in pleasure, I lowered my mouth and licked him all the way from his heavy balls to the bulbous tip.
"No,” he choked out, grabbing my head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I replied firmly.
I opened my mouth wide and took his cock all the way in until his thick head touched the back of my throat. He moaned and I slid his cock all the way out then back in again.
His hands tightened in my hair, but he let me move at my own pace. Suddenly, he grabbed my head tightly and pulled my mouth away.
“I need to be inside you,” he said. “Now. Turn around.”
I quickly turned around and bent slightly to hold on to the porch railing. He touched my bare feet gently with his cowboy boot to urge them wider apart.
His fingers reached under me to cup and tease my heavy breasts. My nipples hardened when he pinched and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I panted.
Sliding his hands down to my hips, he held me tight and pressed his fullness against my pussy.
I gasped and pushed back against him to take it all.
I needed it all.
His thick cock pushed into me with agonizing slowness, filling and stretching me completely. I could tell by his breathing that he was keeping a tight control and trying not to rush me.
I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasurable sensations to wash over me.
Mustang stroked in halfway, pulled out then pushed in all the way to his balls with a loud grunt.
I bucked and writhed beneath him, wanting him desperately to go deeper and harder. He tortured me with his every careful movement, calculated to drive me mad.
Over and over, he pumped into me, taking me right to the edge of climax then slowing down and letting it ebb only to build right back up again.
My knees threatened to buckle underneath me. I sagged against the porch railing and he gripped me tighter; stroking deeper inside me until he buried himself completely.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
Then it was like something primitive broke inside him. Something that he had tried so hard to keep a tight rein on.
He drove into me fiercely now, over and over as I called out his name until my voice was hoarse.
An orgasm crashed over me and I jerked against him, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
“Mustang,” I whimpered.
Two quick, deep pumps and he was coming with me, his cock throbbing and pulsing with every release.
Afterward, we sank down onto the porch, our bodies wrapped up together.
Mustang held me in his arms and kissed me tenderly, smoothing away the animalistic, aggressive passion from only a few minutes before.
When I could finally stand, I smiled at Mustang and sauntered into the house, daring him to follow me.
He stood on the porch, buttoning his jeans again and looked at me. I couldn't quite figure out the look on his face, and I stepped towards him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he blew out a breath. “Just a little winded.”
“I didn't know soldiers got winded so easily.”
The moment I said it, I regretted it, but it didn't seem to faze him as much as I thought it would.
“It’s been a while.”
“What’s been a while? Being a soldier or having hot, passionate sex?”
“Both,” he said and looked at me.
“Sure.”
“What?” he asked with a confused look.
“Nothing.”
“You look like you don’t believe me.”
“A hot guy like you not having sex is a little hard to believe,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I couldn't keep my hands off you.”
“That’s because you were lonely,” he teased.
“How the hell did you know that?”
He tilted his head and was about to answer but I stopped him.
“On second thought, I don't need to know how you knew that.”
He suppressed a smile and lowered his gaze.
“I was joking,” he said. “Was I right?”
“I’m not answering that,” I replied. “You don’t need to know everything. If you thought that, you could’ve just told me.”
I turned away. Then I remembered about the water tanks and turned back to him.
“Oh, and you could have told me about the water tanks too, you know.”
“What water tanks?” he asked nonchalantly.
“The four water tanks that were installed a few years ago.”
“Who told you about those?”
“Kurt.”
“Kurt is a jackass.”
“Why? He was the one who told me about them. You didn't.”
“You didn't ask me about water tanks.”
“I have to ask about everything in this place?”
“How else will you know if you don’t ask?”
I tilted my head and glared at him for a second or two.
He crossed his muscular, tattooed arms and looked down at his boots.
“I should have told you,” he finally admitted. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”
“Yes, you should have. You would have saved me a lot of frustration.”
“If it weren't for those frustrations, you wouldn't have jumped on me under the tree.”
“Probably not,” I sighed.
“I should get going, and you should get dressed.”
“Where are you off to?” I asked.
“I have a few things to do.”
“Like the roof,” I said pointedly and glanced at the roof.
“That too.”
“Tell me what you do when you leave here.”
“Not today. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Back inside and back in my clothes, I noticed the hammering didn’t start back up. I looked out through the window and caught the last glimpse of Mustang off in the distance, just as he drifted from sight.
A normal man would have returned to work on the roof. The way he’d left would’ve been insulting to me if I hadn’t already begun to understand and even anticipate his strange ways.
He was strange, but I loved that about him, and even though he managed to sneak up on me on numerous occasions and scare the living daylights out of me, I liked having him show up unannounced like that.
It made me feel safe knowing that he was always around even if I couldn’t see him.
Safer and better than I had ever felt in my entire life.
He was my protector, always watching and ready to catch me if I started to fall.
Chapter 13: Mustang
Leah was going to be the death of me.
Being alone here for such a long time
had made me forget about the sexual indulgences of life. Seeing her on the floor of the main house brought all those feelings back rushing to the surface.
In the Army we’d occasionally have one-night stands with random women we’d never see again, but that was all for show.
It never meant anything, and the more notches on your belt you had, the cooler you were.
Sometimes the Army felt like high school all over again.
After joining the Special Forces, those things no longer mattered.
It didn't matter how many women you slept with or whether you’d had a threesome with two strippers. All those things were nothing but distractions.
We didn't have time for anything except honing our skills.
Striving to perfection was my kind of life, and I was a good sniper.
I was never spotted, never negligent and I never missed a shot.
That was why Nixo and I made a great team. We worked together like a finely-tuned machine.
God, how I missed him.
Truth was, I missed everyone.
Leaving the base, and the unit, had been the most difficult decision I ever had to make. If I hadn’t been broken beyond repair, I would’ve stayed until they threw me out.
I pushed my thoughts aside and made my way to the field near the river. Two horses were grazing on the tall grass. The magnificent creatures were the closest things to company I’d had since Jeb passed away.
Fortune was a silverback mare with a silky tail that nearly touched the ground, while Fame had a mane the same color as Leah’s hair.
The horses had belonged to Jeb’s wife, but when she got too sick to ride, they had been neglected a little. Jeb eventually asked me to look after them, and I did.
After he passed away, I decided to move them from the stables to the grazing field, where I could make sure they were fed and taken care of properly.
It was the one final thing I could do for Jeb.
I whistled.
The horses recognized me as I approached them, and Fortune sauntered towards me. I held my hand out to her and she sniffed it for a few seconds, before nudging it with her nose.
“Good girl,” I whispered with a smile. “I missed you. How have you been?”
The mare neighed a few times and I stroked her muzzle.
“Yeah, me too.”
I grabbed her neck and slid up on her, riding bareback. I didn’t need a saddle and she didn’t need a bridle to know the way back to the ranch. She knew where we were going. Fame followed close behind us.
When we arrived, the door of the house opened. Leah stepped out in a pair of denim shorts and a yellow cropped top that tied in the front, giving her a Daisy Duke vibe.
She leaned against the porch railing as she saw the three of us approach then slowly made her way down the porch steps.
I climbed off Fortune. Both mares then made their way over to graze around the tree.
Leah wiped her hands on her shorts.
“What is this?”
“They’re horses,” I said flatly.
“I know they’re horses,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Where did they come from? Are they wild horses?”
I grinned.
“They’re pretty damn tame if they are,” I said. “I brought them here from the East field.”
“I have an East field?”
“You should explore your property one day, you know,” I said.
“I tried, but my guide didn't want to take me,” she pointed out.
“Soon I would be happy to. As soon as I get the roof done, we’ll explore.”
“Fine,” she said and glanced at Fortune and Fame. “They’re beautiful.”
“They were Jeb’s.”
This was the first time that I’d spoken about him to anyone, but then again, Leah wasn't just anyone.
It hurt me to say his name out loud.
“The previous owner,” she said with a nod.
“That’s right.”
“Were you close with him?”
“I suppose so.”
“Are you always this distant?”
“Sometimes.”
“You’re being vague again.”
“I know. I don’t like to talk about things. Especially bad things.”
“Was Jeb bad?”
“No, Jeb was a very good man. He helped me a lot.”
“You miss him being here?”
I swallowed hard, looked away, and didn’t answer. It wasn’t time to talk about it yet.
“Why did you bring the horses back here?” she asked.
By now, Leah had figured out that she needed to ask me direct questions if she wanted answers.
“They’re your horses now.”
She gave me a big smile.
“The horses are mine? How can that be? I don’t remember reading anything about horses in the documents.”
“They came with the ranch,” I said.
“And where are they going to go now?”
“In the barn at night. They’re okay to graze in the fields during the day.”
“Why didn't you tell me about the horses before now if they’re mine?”
“I figured you had enough on your plate. You were stranded in your house wearing nothing but a dusty old curtain while all your clothes were hanging in the rain.” I chuckled with amusement. Walking over to her, I touched her chin softly and said, “Listen to me next time. You might learn something.”
“I will,” she answered breathlessly. “And next time before I have to ask, you can tell me if there are water tanks.”
“But you already know there are now.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If there’s anything I should know, please tell me. Don’t make me ask. I might not know to ask. I want to learn everything I can. From you.”
I looked at her and wondered what she was thinking. She probably thought I was the weirdest person in the world, bringing her horses to take care of not even an hour after we had dirty, hot sex on the porch.
“How long were they out there in the wild?” she asked.
“I took them there a few weeks after Jeb died.”
“I’ve been here for a few weeks. Why are you only bringing them back now?” she asked.
A valid question, but I had a valid answer.
“I wanted to see what kind of person you were first, to see if you could be trusted with them. They meant a lot to his wife and to him. He trusted them with me. And I wanted to be sure I could trust you with them now.”
“Can you?”
“I wouldn't have brought them here if you couldn't be trusted.”
“Why can’t you just answer a question directly? You always have to go around in circles. Isn’t it exhausting?” she asked. “It wears me out trying to talk to you sometimes.”
“I was trained to do that. It’s a hard habit to break.”
“Why?”
“In case we were captured. We were taught not to break if they tortured us for information.”
“That’s terrible,” she gasped. “You’d rather die from being tortured without saying a word than getting out alive?”
“Yes, of course. That was my job.”
“But that’s stupid.”
“Why?”
“What about your family? How would they have felt if you were killed?”
“Those men were my family. It’s called being a coward and betraying the people that are willing to die for you if you break.”
“You’re far too patriotic.”
“Past tense. I’m just a civilian now. My job is finished.”
“Okay, fine. You were far too patriotic.”
She looked at me, and I could see that she was dying to ask me a question, but wasn't sure if it would be okay.
“Can I-”
“Just ask. Go ahead. I know you will eventually so spit it out.”
“Were you ever captured?”
“Briefly. My third tour. We were spotted, a
mbushed and a bunch of us were locked up in an underground cave.”
Her eyes widened.
“We all made it out alive. We had someone who helped us escape.”
“Who?”
“One of the Afghani women.”
“A woman saved you?”
“She did. She risked her life for us.”
“Did she escape with you?” she asked.
“No, they found out that she helped us and she was publicly executed.”
Leah’s eyes filled with tears and she wiped them away.
“That is probably the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Same here. It’s one thing to shoot an unsuspecting rebel between the eyes with a sniper rifle, but knowing an innocent woman was executed for helping you escape, that fucks you up for life.”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that,” she said and touched my shoulder.
I placed my hand over hers and nodded.
“Me too.”
“Let’s talk about something else.”
“That would be great.”
She glanced over at the horses and smiled.
“You really think I can be trusted with those horses?”
“I do, so they’re all yours.”
“I’m not very good at riding a horse. The only experience I have is just walking around like we did over at Tina’s place, and even that was only for a week.”
“You’ll learn,” I answered and walked to the ladder standing on the edge of the porch.
“You’ll teach me, right?” she asked
As I looked at her expression, it gave me the impression she wasn't just talking about the horse.
“You already know the sexy hip movements, so you’ll be fine,” I said with a wink.
She chuckled as her cheeks reddened and I climbed up the roof again.
As I positioned myself on the roof, over on the safety beams I’d attached, I saw her carefully making her way to the horses. Every step she took was tentative, and she looked like she was approaching a growling dog, rather than two gentle horses.
I watched her for a minute until she grew brave enough to hold out her palm to Fame. When she glanced up at me, I grabbed the hammer and started banging nails back into the roof again while pretending not to watch her.
I peeked over every now and then. Soon she was rubbing their noses and picking tufts of twigs out of their manes. Growing more confident, she moved on to scratching their flanks in slow, careful circles.
