by Moore, Fancy
“Lauren. Her name was Lauren. We got together in high school, then went to college together. We did every thing couples do. She’d hold me and whisper in my ear telling me how much she loved me and I loved her back. I arranged my life around her, gave her anything she wanted no matter what it was or what it cost. I came back early from classes one day and she was in my bed with my room mate. She laughed and told me how stupid I was, that she would never love me and no one else would either. I was just a dumb rancher. Now it’s hard to trust, to let go and love anyone.”
When she moved closer to him he asked, “What I want to do is new to you isn’t it.”
“Yes,” she said. “It makes me want more of you. I don’t think you’d hurt me,” she whispered.
“I’ll never hurt you Casey,” he said. “When you want me stop or if you don’t like it just tell me. I’m trying to go slow, to show you what I like and hope you’ll like it too, that it can feel good.”
“I know but it scares me.”
He pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. He ran his fingers through her thick hair, raising it to his nose and taking a deep breath. The scent was her and him mixed together.
“Why did you lie to me, make me think you were someone you’re not?”
“You didn’t want me,” she whispered. “I didn’t know any other way. I saw you hurting. Your eyes were always so sad and you looked like you were so alone. I’d see you watch the families and young kids. I think I fell in love with you. Even that morning at the lake I wanted you to kiss me.”
He’d never wanted anyone since Lauren. He’d never wanted to trust or love but now he wanted her, a feeling of desperation hitting him when he thought about her leaving.
She turned into him her leg on his hip. Pulling her closer again he licked each nipple then sucked. “Just relax Casey. I won’t hurt you or make you come okay.”
“Can I make you do it?’ she giggled her finger running down his cock.
“I’m close,” he smiled, “but I don’t think so.”
She pulled his hand away, wrapped hers around his cock. “Lay back,” she said, flicking her tongue over the tip of his hard cock.
“Casey,” he growled. She took all of him, her head bobbing, her hand brushing, tickling over his balls.
“Dam Casey,” he groaned pulling her up roughly. His hips raised he came, semen squirting over his stomach.
“Oh,” she said smiling. “You came for me this time.” She leaned over reaching for the damp towel she’d left on the floor.
“Holy shit,” he moaned. He had never done that before. Yeah, he could jerk off after a long dry spell but never like that.
“Can you come again for me,” she asked just like he did to her.
“Doesn't work like that,” he said grinning at her. “That’s a first for me.”
“Oh,” she smiled. “That’s good.”
“Yeah,” he laughed, wondering what the hell had just happened.
He wrapped his arms around her pulling her in to him, “Just want to hold you, feel you pressed close to me,” he said pulling the blanket up over them.
It felt good, like she belonged next to him, knowing that two weeks from now she’d would never see him again. She fell asleep in his arms, her heart breaking. It would hurt when he left her, now that she knew him for who he really was. He’d told her one night, and that one night was over. They’d be leaving soon, moving on to the next city on the circuit.
“I want you to make love to me one more time,” she whispered, “before we have to leave.”
“Good,” he said moving her to the edge of the bed.
He knelt between her legs, putting them over his shoulders so she was stretched wide. Dipping his head he took one long slow swipe with his tongue right up to her clit. She tasted sweet. His scent lingered over her. Again he swiped up, heard her groan. Opening her he blew gently then tongued over that sweet little nub, smiling when she jerked. He teased with the tip of his tongue then sucked. Both hands cupped her ass, lifting, pulling her closer.
“Bobby,” she whispered. He puffed a breath of warm air against her. Her hands were twisted in his hair, hanging on.
His tongue stabbed into her then out quickly, her little groan making him smile. Again he sucked, felt her tense. “Soon,” he whispered. He sucked again then again puffed a little wisp of breath over her. He stopped, felt her tense, watching her release. Her scent was mingled with his, whispering over him.
He dipped a finger in, teased then brushed it over her other entrance, his finger pushing in just a bit, his other hand pinching her nipple.
“Just a little bit more Casey. Just enough so you’ll relax and learn to trust me. Then we’ll fly together,” he whispered. He used two fingers. She was whimpering, her hands twisted in his hair. He smiled when she came hard again, panting, almost pulling the hair out his head. She was breathing hard shaking when he took her in his arms holding her.
“Casey,” he whispered. He rocked her slowly, kissing the top of head. “ Breath deep and slow baby.”
She calmed down, snuggling against him. His balls tightened, his cock strained.
“Just a bit more,” he whispered. I need you on your tummy. When she rolled over he raised her tummy up and shoved the pillows under her. Grabbing the jar of lubricant on the nightstand, he scooped some out rubbing it over his cock.
“Tip your ass up,” he said, his voice hoarse. He dipped his fingers again and pushed two into her. He slowly pushed in and out. He needed her now, like this.
“Now Casey,” he said, “just a little bit. Just a little bit now, cause I can’t wait.”
He was losing control. He spread her cheeks and pushed in just a bit.
“Just a little bit more Casey,” he whispered pushing in further. He heard her whimpering under him. “Still Casey,” he said pulling almost out then back in a little further. He rubbed one hand gently over her back.
“Better now?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Should I stop?”
“Just for a minute,” she whimpered. His fingers entered, his thumb brushing her clit. He gave her the minute then pushed in further, pulled back and pushed in a bit more. Finally he was buried deep her. It was all he could do not to pull out and slam into her.
“Burns,” she whispered finally knowing what he needed, what he had hinted about. She felt safe with his body covering her, pressed against her back.
“Be still,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her shoulder. He pulled out a little bit then pushed back in.
“Casey should I stop?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He wanted more but pulled out gently turning her on her back and entered her hot wet pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his body screamed when she wrapped her arms around him, then those long strong legs. She moved with him little whimpers floating over and around him. Slowing his pace he drove deeper all the way in then almost back out. Her muscles tightened, her nails dug into him and she came. He followed, loosing himself to her.
“Rest,” he whispered against her ear.
He watched her eyes close, listening to her breathing slow. She was asleep cuddled against him totally relaxed.
He dozed on and off, holding her close against him, her body heating his, her soft breath whispering against him.
“Casey,” he whispered, knowing he couldn’t live without her smile, her trust, her heart and her love. He kissed her shoulder, the little hollow of her neck whispering her name, content to just hold her close, feel her heart beating next to his.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He heard Dale yell his name, kick on the door once. “Ten minutes or we’ll be late. Meet you at the barns.”
“Shit,” he swore. He was hurting, wanting more, needing more, then more of her all over again.
He pulled her against his chest, kissing her slow and deep. “I don’t want to stop Casey. I don’t want to hurt you either but I need you that way too.”
She smi
led up at him, her hand on his cheek. “I’ve never felt anything like you make me feel, Bobby,” she whispered. “You make me feel like we’re flying.”
His lips brushed over hers.
“I like you Casey,” he murmured. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“Good, because I like you too,” she said pulling away from him.
Everything felt different, better with her. He wanted to hold her and never let her go. He wanted what his brother had with his wife, a lover, a mate and a wife. He wanted her close to him all the time.
“I need a quick shower,” she whispered against ear, her breath warm and teasing.
She picked up her clothes and walked to shower. Rushing, she dried and dressed then leaned against the wall thinking about what he had done to her, what it felt like when he covered her body with his, and slowly gently showed her what he needed. It hurt, but then started to feel a good, but different.
Leaving the bathroom she said, “I’ll grab my stuff from next door while you shower then meet you downstairs.”
“They took yours but maybe you should check just in case.”
She followed him down to the truck waiting while he threw his and Dale’s stuff in the back of the camper. Unlocking his door he helped her in, then climbed in beside her. “Ready?” he asked kissing her.
“Yes,” she said, knowing there would never be anyone else for her. He’d made her love him even more, and she loved how he made her feel, but he’d told her one night. She had been loved for one night and would still love him forever. She ached, close to tears stumbling when she climbed in his truck.
Bobby backed in behind his trailer and hooked up.
Dale was backing into her trailer. Hooking it up he jumped out and let the ramp down.
“I have to work Gracie a bit before I trailer her or she’s hard to load, then she’ll kick the shit out of it all the way there,”she said not looking at him.
Dale loaded Bobby’s gelding, swung the gate closed making sure it was locked. Bobby threw his saddle in his camper.
“I’ll load Peanuts while you work Gracie,” Jody said walking back into the barn.
Bobby pulled Casey close. “Where are you staying?”
“I don’t know. Jody booked all the rooms in advance,” she said chewing her bottom lip.
“Okay. We’ll wait for you at the grounds,” he smiled kissing her slow and easy. Casey wrapped her arms around his waist and held on. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Remember you’re mine,” he growled. Turning he walked back to his truck, climbing in. She rode out of the barn bareback and he smiled watching Gracie do little crow hops. She reared straight up Casey’s legs pressed tight against her. He was hard, remembering how she had wrapped her arms and then her legs around him, holding him tight as they made love.
Casey loaded Gracie. After checking that the saddles were in the camper she climbed in the truck.
Jody laughed, “You didn’t tell him did you?”
“No. He said one night. Did you tell Dale?”
“Nope.”
When they approached the highway Casey turned south instead of north, going in the opposite direction.
“You like him?” Jody asked.
“Yeah, I think I could love him.”
“He’ll hurt you,” she said. “in more ways than one. You’re too innocent for him, Casey. I think deep down he hates all women.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Where the hell is she,” he mumbled to himself. They should be here by now. She might be a slow driver but no one was that slow.
Standing next to Dale he looked at the program. “Where the hell are all the barrel racers?” he mumbled.
“Abilene,” Dale smirked. “Just heard there’s a clinic, a meeting then a run off for a twenty- thousand dollars. Supposed to be some hot guy there talking about what type horse and breed are best for barrels racing.”
His heart dropped. She hadn’t said a word. He thought she’d be here with him. In a few weeks she’d be back teaching, the circuit finished.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He didn’t even know her last name. “How long before they’re back? Did Jody tell you they were coming back?”
Dale was laughing at him. “So someone finally got to you,” he said, leaning against the fence. “What about your one night rule?”
“She’s mine. She said yes when I told her,” he mumbled.
“Kinda like when you tell women you love them?”
“I’ve never told her I love her,” he snarled. “I’ve never told any of them I loved them.” She was his and he did love her.
Dale was still laughing when he said, “They’ll be back late tomorrow night or early the next morning. Just so you know, when a guy tells a woman she’s his they all say yes whether they mean it or not. It’s like a guy telling them how much he loves them for one night.”
How the hell was he supposed get through a night without her snuggled up to him. She was his. He’d make dam sure she knew it when she got back.
Bobby won the roping go round again that night. Dale took the bull riding.
Finished feeding and watering Bobby drove to the motel knowing it would the same as all the others, two double beds, one on each side of the room, a T.V. on a stand and a large chair, with the washroom and shower at the other end. Dropping his duffle on a bed Bobby turned the T.V. on sat on the chair checking the channels.
“Don’t mope,” Dale snickered. “We’ll go out and find us some rodeo bunnies.”
“Fuck off,” Bobby snarled. “I’m not going out.”
“TV all night it is then,” Dale said, a snicker in his voice.
The next morning they drove to the barns, Bobby not saying a word. He filled the bucket, water sloshing over his boots, He filled the feed bucket dropped it and cursed.
Dale watched him. “Calm down,” he said.
“Hey you guys,” Jody laughed walking up to them and leaning against Dale.
“Where’s Casey?” Bobby asked.
“I caught a ride back with another girl. Casey stayed. She said there’s something really wrong with Gracie and she was waiting on the vet. She’ll be back tomorrow.”
“How was the clinic?” Dale asked.
“That ass hole guy they had to talk breeds had the hots for Casey. Told her he’d give her a better horse than Gracie.”
“What’d Casey say?” Bobby asked.
“Told him to get lost, that she didn’t want one of his horses. Makes you happy right?”
Bobby backed his gelding in the slot, nodded at the judge He came in third not caring whether he was there or not.
“Drinks on me,” Jody said.”Supper on Dale.”
“Supper’s okay but I’m not going for drinks.” Bobby said.
“Hey, let’s order in and buy a bottle,” Dale said.
Jody ordered Chinese food while Bobby drove over to the hotel and bought a bottle of rye and grabbed a bag of ice cubes.
Finished supper Bobby said no thanks to a drink and left. He tried to watch TV, then tossed and turned the bed too big. Without Casey curled into him, without his arms around her, sleep wouldn’t come. Damn he missed her.
It was midnight when he pulled his jeans on, walked over to Jody’s room and knocked on the door.
Dale answered, doing his jeans up a big smile on his face. Jody reached over turning the small lamp on, a sheet covering her legs.
“Need a drink,” Bobby said. He poured one and leaned against the counter.
The lock clicked, the door opened and Casey walked in.
Bobby turned, panic gripping him when he saw the shock, the betrayal she felt on her face and in her eyes.
“It’s not what you think Casey,” he said reaching for her.
“Sorry,” Casey said starting to back out.
“You’re wrong Casey, I couldn’t sleep so I came for drink.”
He saw the hurt in her eyes grow deeper then felt the stiffness of her body when he tried to hold her. She stepped
back, dropping her bag. She left slamming the door behind her, Jody laughing when Bobby ran after her.
“Casey stop,” he said. She stumbled grabbing the railing then turned brushing past him, going back in the room.
“Get out,” she told Dale. “If you want to sleep with them you do it in their room,” she yelled at Jody.
“You get out too,” she said turning to Bobby. “Right now,” she said tears in her eyes. She’d needed him, needed to tell him about Gracie but not anymore.
“Casey.”
“I said get out now Bobby.”
All three of them left.
“Give her some time Bobby,” Jody said. “She’ll calm down and then you can explain to her.”
“Gotta admit it looked damn bad,” Dale said. “Shit we both were standing there in nothing but our jeans. She thinks you were spending the night with us.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, tears running down her face. Jody had warned her but she hadn’t listened. She couldn’t catch her breath, her head hurt and her chest ached. All she wanted was to feel his arms around her telling her everything would be okay. He looked the same as he had when he’d pulled his jeans on to answer the door in their room the morning before they left. He’d told her she was his but he didn’t tell her he loved her. Stupid. She was stupid, not worth his love. She thought about Gracie, knowing she had counted on Bobby to be there for her. She was truly alone now. Things would only get worse. She could almost feel his hands on her body, his gentleness. She loved him, knowing now that she always would.
CHAPTER NINE
Bobby sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard, the sound of Jody giggling and Bobby moaning had him ready to hit something. He should have known better. He didn’t need a drink, and shouldn’t have gone to their room. He needed Casey. Picking up Jody’s key, he closed the door behind him and went back to Casey.
He opened the door then closed it standing in the dark. “I’ll sleep in the chair,” he said. “I never slept with them and I’m not staying there listening to them screw either.”
