Cowboy Firefighter Heat

by Kim Redford

  She reached inside and found the showerhead by feel alone because she kept watching him watching her. When a soft rain of warm water covered her hand, she reached down, tugged off her thong, and tossed it to him.

  He caught the bit of red lace in one hand while he pulled off his briefs with the other, then tossed them together on top of the vanity. He walked toward her, all hard muscle, long sinew, big bones, and a grin that said it all.

  She stepped backward into the shower, letting the water cascade over her as he slipped inside, shutting the door to enclose them in their own private world. And she was happy to be there.

  She tugged him close so that water covered his face, sending dark soot swirling to the drain below. She lathered a cloth, reached up, and gently washed his face, wiping the last traces of the fire that had marked him since he’d given his all to rescue a horse. She felt such an upwelling of love that for a moment she couldn’t move. She just stared at him in wonder that she could ever have thought she could live without him. He was such an extraordinary man in so many ways, and she was so proud of him in so many ways. He deserved the best—always the best that she could possibly give him.

  And so she gently, ever so gently, washed down his neck to his chest, across the wide expanse of hard muscle, covering every little bit of flesh as she moved lower and lower, seeing him rise to meet her, and finally, stroking, stroking the hard, hot length until he jerked the cloth out of her hands and tossed it aside.

  He pressed a hot kiss to her mouth, surging deep inside as he raised her leg, positioning her so he could enter with one fierce thrust that filled her completely just as he filled her mouth with his taste, his very essence. And then he was moving fast and hard and deep, and she was riding the wave that he created inside her as water cascaded over them.

  She clutched his shoulders, spiraling higher and higher with him, always with him…and then she heard music—not just a chord or two, but an entire symphony building layer upon layer of emotion until the crescendo seized her and held her and sent her over the edge into ecstasy…with the only man she could ever love.

  Chapter 28

  Several days later, Craig walked the grounds of Wildcat Park to inspect a string of cameras the Settelmeyers had installed for protection, although they were on a 24/7 physical rotation, too. He’d done all he could do for security at the ranch, but he still got mad every time he thought about the fire that cost him a barn and nearly two horses. That structure was no longer sound and would have to be bulldozed so another could be built, but it would need to wait until after Wild West Days. They were only forty-eight hours out now and in countdown mode.

  It felt as if time had sped up because there was so much to do and so little time to do it. Nobody complained. Nobody shirked responsibilities. Nobody left anything undone. Everybody pitched in and got about doing their job to make it the best possible event.

  Fortunately, they hadn’t heard or seen any more of Fern’s stalker, although they were on alert. Everybody hoped he’d been satisfied with burning down the barn and he’d disappeared back under whatever rock he’d crawled out from under. As much as Craig wished that were the truth, he didn’t quite believe it. A man who went to that much trouble and put himself in that kind of precarious position to go onto a ranch and set a fire was a man on a mission. Craig feared the stalker’s mission had one name and one name only: Fern Bryant. But he’d never tell her that because she didn’t need any more worry. She simply needed to focus on Wild West Days, and he’d make sure she stayed safe.

  He glanced around as he walked the Park’s grounds. It looked beautiful, since it was manicured to perfection with roses in bloom, short green grass, trimmed hedges, and trees in full splendor. Of course, it was hot, but it looked like they were going to get the low to mid-nineties he’d been hoping for, so the heat wouldn’t be unbearable. Plus, it’d cool down at night, so that’d help events at Wildcat Hall and the Lone Star Saloon. He thought it was going to be a blowout of an event.

  About dusk, Craig turned toward the Hall where Fern awaited folks who were gathering to discuss last-minute details about Wild West Days. He walked the path, enjoying the peace and quiet before chaos and noise descended on the county to last three long days. But every single moment would be well worth it because the special event boosted the local economy as well as provided family entertainment in a western setting, which was available in limited places nowadays. It was not only fun, but educational as well. He was proud of Wildcat Bluff County for mustering the get-up-and-go every year to create it.

  For now, he only needed to join Fern at the Hall, grab a bite to eat, and be ready to field questions. As he got closer, he was surprised to see her outside the Hall, where she stood near the side closest to the front doors and couldn’t be seen from the entry. She put a fingertip to her lips, then beckoned him.

  He stepped off the path, glancing around to see what was going on. He saw nothing unusual except Morning Glory stood in front of the dance hall with a tall, silver-haired man. She was dressed in her trademark full skirt and blouse with cowgirl boots. The stranger wore jeans, a shirt, and cowboy boots. They were talking intently to each other.

  Once he joined Fern, he couldn’t see the couple anymore, but he could hear them. He didn’t think they should be eavesdropping on the conversation. Yet Fern appeared concerned for MG, so he figured that was why she wanted him there. With everything going on due to the stalker, she was right. He wasn’t about to let anything happen to their friend.

  “She’s gone…thirteen months now,” the man said in a steady voice. “I waited that long because I know your strong sense of morality.”

  “Mac, right is right,” Morning Glory said, raising her voice.

  “You never had children?”

  “No. There was only ever one man…but no matter.”

  “You devoted yourself to this community.”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you find fulfillment?”

  “I’m satisfied with my contribution to life. I help others achieve their dreams,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “What about your own dreams?”

  “You mean our dreams?”

  “I thought you’d go on without me. You had the talent for it.”

  “You have no room to talk. You didn’t go on without me either.”

  “I had responsibilities.”

  “I know,” she said, voice breaking slightly. “And you know I would never stand in the way of a pregnant woman who needed the father of her child to care for them.”

  “It was an accident. You know what Woodstock was like.”

  “No matter now. We did the right thing.”

  “She’s grown…my daughter. Two grandchildren. They’re fine. My wife died of cancer.”

  “I’m sorry to hear it. You have my sympathy.”

  “I stayed with her to the end.”

  “You loved her?”

  “Yes…but not like you,” he said.

  “Yet you were honorable.”

  “You expected no less.”

  “And now?” She moved restlessly, bracelets jingling.

  “You’re more beautiful than ever.”

  “I’m just as I was.”

  “I never forgot you,” he said in a voice gone deep with emotion.

  “Why are you here?”

  “Did you think I wouldn’t seek you out when the time was right?” he asked.

  “We were over long ago. There’s no reason to revisit it.”

  “There’s no love like first love.”

  “Was it love?” she asked.

  “You know it was.”

  “Whatever it was, it’s long over now.”

  “No,” he said.

  “You have a life. Go back to it. My life is here, and I’m happy with it.”

  “Are you telling me I have no chance with you
?”

  “I’m telling you I’m very busy. Wild West Days is almost upon us, and it will take all my time,” she said.

  “If I’m there, will you dance with me at the Lone Star Saloon?”

  “Dance?” she asked, wonder in her voice.

  “I’ll never forget how you’d toss back your long hair and—”

  “I don’t dance anymore.”

  “Did you forget how persistent I can be when there’s something I want as badly as I want you?” He spoke with utter conviction.

  “I forgot nothing about you. It’s just not relevant anymore.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  “Thank you for coming. You have my deepest sympathy for the loss of your wife. Now, I have a meeting to attend and—”

  “I bought Wildflower Ranch.”

  “You what?” she asked in a shocked voice.

  “I’m a resident of Wildcat Bluff County now.”

  “That’s not possible.”

  “Lorraine, I’m here to stay.” He hesitated a long moment. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine…just like I’ve always been yours. Please remember.” And his footsteps sounded loudly against the parking lot as he walked away.

  A few moments later, the front doors of the Hall slammed shut.

  Fern turned toward Craig, eyes wide in astonishment.

  He felt just as surprised, but he stepped away from the building so he could make sure the stranger left. He watched the man step up into a spotless black-and-chrome pickup, so new he could almost smell the new-car scent. The guy didn’t belong, but he was here, and he had history with MG. They’d need to keep an eye on him, just like the stalker. Wild West Days was shaping up to be a lot more than the usual fun event.

  “Lorraine?” Fern said. “Do you suppose that’s her real name? I can’t even imagine calling her anything but MG.”

  “Morning Glory sounds about right for the sixties, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, but still—”

  “Let’s go inside. I don’t want to leave her alone after that confrontation,” Craig said.

  “Who knew MG had such drama in her past?”

  “Somehow I’m not surprised, but it doesn’t matter. We keep her safe, no matter what.”

  “Absolutely.” Fern put her hands on her hips.

  “What were you doing out here anyway?”

  “I was headed inside when I saw him pull up and call to MG. He was a stranger, and I’m on alert for men that don’t belong around here, so I ducked out of sight but stayed nearby in case she needed me.”

  “Good idea.”

  “How do we handle it from here?” Fern asked. “I’m not sure how she’d feel about us eavesdropping on her conversation.”

  “Maybe she’ll want to talk about him. That way we’d know without letting her know we already heard about him,” Craig said.

  “Okay. But it’s obviously very private, so I’d just as soon not mention it.”

  “Suits me. Let’s don’t leave MG alone too long.”

  He clasped Fern’s hand, threaded their fingers together, and walked with her to the front, where he opened the door. He followed her inside and saw MG leaning against the bar with her back to them.

  “You heard, didn’t you?” Morning Glory accused as she wheeled around to face them. She clutched her necklaces in one hand, as if holding on for dear life.

  “Yes,” Fern said. “I’m sorry if we intruded on a private moment.”

  “I apologize.” Craig stood still, trying to think of something else to ease the moment. “It’s just the stalker has us all on edge about strangers.”

  “And you’re our friend,” Fern added. “We wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Thank you.” Morning Glory relaxed a little, leaning back against the bar. “You didn’t have cause for concern, but I appreciate you being there for me.”

  “Always,” Fern said.

  “You’re here for us,” Craig added. “We’re here for you. That’s the way it is in Wildcat Bluff County.”

  “Yes.” Morning Glory gave a little smile. “I know. I helped create this wonderful world where so many of us lost on the sea of life come together. And you are part of that creation.”

  “You brought renewed community and commitment,” Fern said. “I floated up here and found your bottle with its message waiting for me.”

  Morning Glory chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “We’re getting poetic, aren’t we?”

  “Wildcat Bluff saved me…and it saved my sister.” Fern squeezed Craig’s hand. “Oh yes, we could’ve followed other paths, but love waited for us here. And there’s no greater gift.”

  Morning Glory blinked back tears, then looked down as if to conceal her deep emotions. “Love…I haven’t looked for it. And yet…”

  “There’s no rush,” Fern said in a gentle voice.

  “But it could be awkward, what with him living near now.” Morning Glory shook her head, as if trying to shake away the notion.

  “You can handle anything.” Craig smiled at MG. “Besides, we’re all here to support you. If he gives you trouble, send him to us.”

  Morning Glory chuckled, nodding in agreement. “His name is Justin McKenzie. We called him Mac. But that’s been so long ago. Now, I just don’t know what to think or say.”

  “You don’t need to think or say anything.” Fern walked over to Morning Glory and gave her a gentle hug.

  “That’s right,” Craig agreed. “For now, Wild West Days are coming up, and that’s plenty to keep your mind busy.”

  “Would I look foolish…I mean, our age and all?” Morning Glory cocked her head to one side as if considering the situation.

  “Did it concern Hedy and Bert?” Fern asked.

  “No. But they make such a perfect couple,” Morning Glory said.

  “What about Wildcat Jack? He’s still the heartthrob of who knows how many women.” Craig chuckled at the thought of his friend’s legendary exploits with the ladies of the county.

  “Mac’s handsome, isn’t he?” Morning Glory gave a little shy smile that reflected her inner thoughts.

  “He’s a good-looking man. And smart, I’d guess,” Craig said. “He came after you, didn’t he?”

  “He was always smart. Kind. Caring. Talented.” Morning Glory sighed. “I just never thought I’d see him again. But now that he’s here, well…I’m just not sure.”

  “He won’t go anywhere.” Fern glanced at Craig with a smile. “I can recommend giving him a chance like I gave someone here.”

  “Thanks. I’ll think about it,” Morning Glory said. “For now, Wild West Days comes first, doesn’t it?”

  “Right…for all of us.” Craig heard pickups pulling up and parking out front. “Sound like the gang’s all here.”

  Chapter 29

  Fern stayed beside MG, feeling as if she needed to give her friend moral or any other type of support she might want at this pivotal point. She glanced at Craig, feeling a surge of emotion that was unlike anything else she’d ever experienced in life. Love, yes…but the feeling was so much more than that single word. Music—rich and vibrant as it soared to the greatest of heights—came the closest to expressing what she felt for him. And yet, not a single one of her five senses could capture the depth of their connection.

  Craig smiled at her as if he understood exactly what she was thinking… Life was so much better shared between them.

  And then there was no more time for personal thoughts, as the front doors burst open and a boisterous group rushed inside, laughing and talking and gesturing to each other. Ivy and Slade. Hedy and Bert. Sydney and Dune. Misty and Trey. Lauren and Kent. Eden and Shane.

  She smiled at the sight. As if a fairy godmother had passed her magic wand over Wildcat Bluff County, so many eligib
le bachelors had found the loves of their lives in a short space of time.

  When the front door opened again, Bert Two walked inside…alone, as always. He had it all. Looks. Talent. A ranch. And a gentle heart. But he wasn’t a heartbreaker. He was the one who kept getting a broken heart. Hedy had confided that he was simply unlucky in love. Everyone hoped his luck would turn around now that so many others were happily in love, but no one really thought it would happen. After all, it was Bert Two, the unluckiest cowboy in the county.

  “Looks like we’re all here,” Morning Glory said. “Why don’t we take a seat and get on with the business of Wild West Days.”

  “Sarsaparilla all around?” Fern asked, glancing at the group.

  “You know it,” Bert said as he moved a chair and wheeled Hedy in close to the table.

  Fern watched them find chairs at tables, noticing that the couples didn’t separate but sat side by side as if unable to be parted for any length of time. She knew how they felt because at this moment, she couldn’t imagine leaving Craig again. He was her heart, and what would she be without it or him?

  Morning Glory helped her pass out brown bottles of their home brew based on an original recipe used at Wildcat Hall for generations. Soon everyone contentedly sipped their drinks, chatting about mundane matters, exchanging gossip, and in general enjoying themselves.

  Fern sat on a barstool with her back to the bar, sipping her own drink as she watched these people who had come to mean so much to her. She could not have picked a better place to put down roots, build a life, share a life, and create a life. She felt content in a way she never had before. Life was good, very good, in Wildcat Bluff County…and she intended to enjoy every moment of it.

  Morning Glory stepped down off her stool, carrying a bottle of sarsaparilla. “Guess we ought to get our meeting underway. Anybody need help with anything? Suggestions? Last-minute glitches?”

  “MG, I’m going to put this right out there because it’s got to be said so everyone knows.” Hedy glanced at Bert, then back at her friend.

  “What?” Morning Glory grabbed her dangling necklaces and held on as if to ward off a blow. “If this is personal, please don’t go there.”