by Nia Aria
Ridge surges up from the bed with my legs wrapped around his waist. He walks us towards the wall where he begins to pound into me so hard, I think the wall is going to give. He grunts his release inside me, as he continues to pull me on and off his cock over and over again.
“Fuuuck—, I love you, Ashlynn.”
“I love you too, Ridge,” I tell him as I feel the release coursing through me.
Twenty-Three
Ridge
I lay there feeling spent with Ashlynn sprawled over my chest as I listen to her breathe, she fits perfectly in my arms. I told myself to go slow and I hope to Christ that I didn’t hurt her. When she told me to fuck her, I turned into a raging bull. I put her in the jetted tub after and let her soak her beat up pussy for a while. I took a good look at it to make sure there wasn’t any damage. I then licked her to another orgasm and held her in my arms once she was sated.
I don’t recall ever feeling this content in my life. I have so much love for this pint-sized beauty it scares me. I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to her. I’ll do whatever necessary to keep her safe. My hand goes to her flat tummy and I wonder if I bred her tonight. I didn’t want to go so deep her first time, but I lost myself in her and knew that if I wanted to breed her, I should plant my seed deep within her cervix. When she does get pregnant with my child, I know I’ll turn into a fanatic and worry. Shit, I’ll probably just carry her around everywhere.
I reach into my nightstand and grab the box that’s been there since my mom and dad moved to Billings. Mom wanted me to have my grandmother's diamond ring in hopes that I’d find the love of my life and finally give her some grandkids. I open the box and stare at the four-carat flawless diamond ring nestled within the velvet box.
My grandmother was a spitfire, and she was petite as well, she wasn’t quite as tiny as Ashlynn, but close. I wasn’t sure if the sizing would be right but thought it might be. I take my angel's left hand and slide the ring on her wedding finger, and it fits perfectly. I lay there and stare at what would be the last piece of jewelry she’d ever need before I drift off to sleep.
“Ridge Elliott Colton, where are you?” I hear being shouted in the distance. I was sleeping harder than I could ever remember. I wake up and look down at Ashlynn thinking she might have called me, but she’s still softly snoring on my chest. I figure I must have been dreaming and start to roll towards my angel, but before I do, my gaze flies to the bedroom door. Only one person calls me by my full name. “Oh fuck,” I say loudly. Despite my yelling, I look down at Ashlynn in my arms and she’s still passed out. I gently remove her from my chest and ease out of bed.
What in the hell is my mother doing here? They have never shown up without calling first. I pad naked to my drawer, grab a pair of sweats and one of my Henleys and quickly throw them on. I open the door just as my mother is halfway up the stairs.
“Mom! What are you doing here?” I ask her quietly and close the door at the same time.
“Ridge Colton, is that any way to speak to your mother? I came to check on you. Did you know your truck door is wide open?” Nosy woman! I know exactly why she’s here.
“Mom, you could have called first,” I tell her as I gently take her arm and start walking her back downstairs.
“I’ve been calling you since yesterday and you haven’t answered the phone, that’s just not like you, Ridge. Gauge said he’s been having a hard time getting a hold of you too, so I was worried.”
That motherfucker. When I see him, I’m going to beat his ass for involving Mom in this. That’s a whole new low.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I’ve been busy,” I tell her.
“With what, dear? And whose brand-new SUV is in the driveway?” she asks.
Might as well rip the band aid off.
I direct her towards the kitchen. I know she’s gonna blow when she hears this, and I don’t want my angel woken up. After as many times as I had my cock in her last night, she needs sleep. She is insatiable as well, and I fucking love it. It’s like she discovered a new toy and didn’t want to put it down, literally.
“It’s Ashlynn’s, Mom. She’s my fiancé,” I tell her.
“What!” she screams and dramatically holds her chest as if I told her George Straight was at the front door.
Yep, I called that one. She starts rattling off a hundred questions and I haven’t even had coffee yet. This isn’t how I’d planned on spending my morning, not by a long shot.
“Where is Dad, Mom?” I ask her. I’m going to need his ass to come get his woman and help me deal with this.
“Oh, he’s off riding Blue Sky. He’s been in a funk since he received the news that he needs to be turned out. We tried calling last night to tell you we were heading up today, but your phone was off.”
I groan and place my fingers on the bridge of my nose in an attempt to stave off the impending headache.
“So, when do I get to meet Ashlynn? When will she be here?” she asks excitedly.
“She’s still upstairs sleeping, Mom,” I tell her as I watch the lightbulb come on and her eyes go wide.
“Oh dear, well, I mean. Um, well at least I’ll get to meet her today!” she says and claps her hands excitedly as she jumps up and down.
Leave it to my mom to find the silver lining in my getting cock blocked.
Twenty-Four
Ashlynn
I stretch and groan as I start to wake up. I feel like I've been through bootcamp. I laugh at the analogy and think about just how much truth there is to it. I remember looking at the clock before I passed out and it read 3:47 a.m.
I sigh happily and reach for Ridge but my hand encounters nothing but warm sheets. I’d hoped he’d wake me up for some morning sex, I’m becoming just as much of a fiend as he is.
As I stand up and reach my hands above my head, I yawn and wonder where he is. I see his discarded shirt on the floor and think that looks way more comfy than last night's wrinkled dress. It also gives me an idea. Norma Ray won’t be here for hours yet.
I pick up his shirt and place it to my nose and sigh, I love the smell of my man. I put the shirt on, and it literally touches my knees, and the sleeves are well past my hands. I roll them up to my elbows and button the front so you can see my belly button and all of my cleavage. I make my way towards the door as I put my hair up in a quick bun.
I walk down to the kitchen to find Ridge, but he is nowhere to be found. He must have had to tend to the animals. If I’ve learned one thing so far, it’s that ranching isn’t a Monday through Friday gig. Horses needed to be fed on weekends too.
I walk over the Keurig, pop in one of the coffee pods, place a mug underneath and press brew. I watch the hot, caramel colored goodness filling up my cup and I pick it up once it’s done brewing.
Just as I am about to take a sip, I hear voices coming from the direction of the mud room. Before I can even process what’s happening, I see a beautiful woman who looks to be in her early 50’s, wearing a killer pair of what must be designer western jeans with a rhinestone lined belt, and fitted blouse.
She enters the kitchen and following closely behind her is Ridge and an older gentleman. The older gentleman is just as tall as Ridge. I set my cup down and stare at them, unblinking.
“Oh dear!” I hear her say as Ridge’s eyes snap towards mine and my face turns beet red.
“Oh shit!” I hear him say as he sprints towards me, scoops me into his arms and runs out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I was able to see the looks on what I am assuming are his parents’ faces over Ridge’s shoulder. His father laughing as his mother smacks him on the shoulder.
“I am so embarrassed,” I cry with my hands covering my face. Ridge holds me in his lap while seated on the bed.
“I’m sorry, angel, you were sound asleep when I left you and I was trying to get rid of them. My mom saw your rig in the driveway and knew something was up, so I told her you were here. She lost her damn mind when I told her we were engaged. I ra
n outside with her to get my dad. It was either go find him or she was coming up here.”
“Wait, you told her what?” I ask him, fairly certain my mouth is hanging open.
He grabs my left hand and places a kiss on my knuckles. I look down and see what appears to be a huge diamond on my wedding ring finger. How the hell did I miss that? Was I that tired? The only thing I can think of to say is, “But I don’t remember you even asking me.”
“What did I tell you last night before I made you mine? If we do this, it’s forever. That was my grandmother's engagement ring, my mom gave it to me a few years ago hoping I'd find my woman and I did. It’s you, and you're going to be my wife,” he says.
I look at him and smile as I tell him, “You’re so bossy!” and proceed to kiss his face. He rolls us over and pins me to the bed as he starts taking his shirt off me.
“Ridge! Your parents are downstairs!” I quickly remind him.
“They can wait, I need my woman,” he says as he rips his shirt over his head and flips me onto my stomach. I have a feeling they’ll be waiting a long time.
Twenty-Five
Ashlynn
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I reply, as I lay face down on the bed and attempt to catch my breath. “I hope we weren’t too loud.”
“Believe it. When I need your sweet pussy, I don’t care who’s around. If I want you, it’s happening,” Ridge tells me as he pulls his cock from my body. Not giving a care in the slightest that his parents are still downstairs. He flips me over, picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Let’s get you in the shower and then downstairs to meet your future in-laws.”
Twenty minutes later, and with actual clothes on this time, I make my way downstairs with Ridge to meet his parents. When we walk into the kitchen, I see Ridge’s mother placing a tea kettle on to boil and his father is in the family room, I’m assuming, because I hear a sports game coming from the TV. As soon as his mother sees me, she comes running towards me and wraps her arms around me.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Ashlynn,” she tells me as she pulls away to look at me. I’m a bit shocked by the embrace, but it feels genuine. “Sorry, I’m a hugger. I’m Delilah, but everyone calls me Lilah, or Mom. Hopefully one day you’ll be comfortable with the latter,” she says, tears rimming her eyes.
“It is wonderful to meet you as well. I am so sorry about this morning, I—"
“No need to apologize dear. Jackson and I still—.” She is stopped mid-sentence as Ridge jumps in to save me.
“Mom! Jesus Christ, I keep telling you that’s way too much information. We don’t want to hear about you and Dad. Ever,” he tells her.
“Oh, hush. How do you think you and your brothers were conceived?” she asks Ridge with one of her eyebrows raised, to which he responds with a groan and drags his hands down his face. I decide in that moment that I love this woman.
“Is that my future daughter-in-law I hear?” a voice with a deep timbre asks as Jackson walks into the kitchen. “Come here and give me a hug,” he says, as he embraces me with a smile. “I can’t wait to hear all about how the two of you met.”
“There will be plenty of time for that later, love. You go on and watch the game with Ridge and let me and Ashlynn visit,” Lilah tells Jackson as she ushers him out of the kitchen. Ridge follows behind his dad and glances my way to make sure I’m ok, and I nod and smile.
As I visit with Lilah, we start out sipping the tea she made. A short while later she suggests we switch to Mimosas, and I figured why not. I soon discover that Lilah too came from a broken home. She grew up in foster care and was not all that close to her mother. As I share my story with her about growing up without my mom, she reaches for my hand across the table and gives it a squeeze as if to tell me she gets it. An hour and three Mimosas later we are laughing and carrying on like we have known each other for years.
Ridge comes into the kitchen, I assume to check on me, and starts laughing when he sees us.
“Hey, what is so funny, honey?” I jokingly ask and then launch into a fit of giggles with Lilah. “That rhymes.”
“Mom, did you seriously get my woman drunk? It’s nine in the morning, and she’s eighteen,” he tells her.
“Hey! You’re never supposed to say a woman’s age. Wait, or is it ask?” I direct at him before doubling over with laughter as Lilah holds her sides.
Once we are able to slightly compose ourselves his mother says, “Well, as far as your age, you’re old enough to know if you are in love,” Lilah replies. “I met Jackson soon after I turned seventeen. He was thirty-three. I babysat his three-year-old daughter while he worked the family ranch. His wife had passed away a couple years prior. We were quite the talk of the town back then, but we were in love and didn’t give two shits about what others thought. Just like you and Ridge,” Lilah shares with me.
“Ridge, you have a half-sister?” I ask with a little hiccup.
He looks down at me as I am seated at the table with his mom, “Yes, angel. Lilly works for the Department of Defense. She speaks four languages and has Top Secret clearance. Ranching life wasn’t for her. We talk every now and again, but because of the demands of her job, we don’t get to see her much. Gunner is really close to her and talks to her more. They both have the tech thing in common. Last I heard she was on an assignment in Turkey, but she has a home in DC.”
“Wow, so she’s like the female version of Jason Bourne,” I tell him, staring at him with wide eyes.
Ridge tips his head back and laughs. “Alright mom, I need to sober Ashlynn up before her eleven-a.m. interview with Norma Ray.”
I shoot up from my chair and wobble a bit before Ridge steadies me. “Oh my gosh! I can’t mess this up. I have to land this job,” I say, trying to appear as professional as possible, but not entirely sure it’s working.
“I’m pretty certain Norma Ray is going to love you, dear. You’ll do just fine. I think I’ll grab Jackson leave so you can concentrate,” Lilah tells me.
“No. You should stay for dinner. I am certain there will be plenty of food. You both could stay the night. Heck there are— wait, how many rooms are in your house, Ridge?” I look up at him and ask, trying not to sway.
“Seven, and it’s your house too, Ashlynn. Mom, you and Dad are welcome to stay as long as you want, but after dinner we have plans and they require us to be alone.”
“Ridge Elliot!” Lilah laughs.
“What? You said you wanted grandkids,” he tells her with a serious look on his face. “I’m taking Ashlynn upstairs. Why don’t you go hang out with Gauge and Gunner for a bit while Ashlynn meets with Norma Ray? I’m sure they would both love a surprise visit from their parents.”
Twenty-Six
Ridge
“Alright, let’s go, angel,” I tell Ashlynn, trying to get her to part ways with my mother. I love that they are getting along so well, but I know this meeting with Norma Ray means a lot to Ashlynn and it’s clear she’s never drank before. Ashlynn continues talking with my mom, making plans for tonight, and what sounds like the next six months of our lives. Fuck this. I swoop her up into my arms. “Bye Mom, we’ll see you guys in a bit.”
When I get Ashlynn upstairs to our bedroom, she’s giggling and kissing me on my neck. I hear my parents shout up, ‘goodbye’ just as I close the door. I’m trying my darndest to be serious, but I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Baby, I am going to get you in the shower so I can get you to sober up, whoa.” Ashlynn drops to her knees in front of me and pulls my dick out of my sweats.
“Fuck, baby, I’m—” That’s all she wrote. Can’t say I didn’t try. “Yesss,” I tell her as she puts the head into her mouth. “Shit, angel, that’s it. Oh my God, suck my cock.”
I run my fingers through her hair as I guide her lips on and off me. Her lips are stretched beautifully around my cock and it takes every shred of control I have to not fuck into her neck yet. “You’re doing so good baby. Take me deeper, breathe t
hrough your nose, angel.” There is no turning back now. “Open wide, Ashlynn, I’m going to fuck this mouth,” I tell her as I begin making shallow pumps. I’m careful not to thrust too hard, letting her get used to my size.
When she’s moaning around my meat, I know she’s ready for more. I place my hands on both sides of her face as she takes me even deeper. “Shiiiit—Swallow for me, angel.” And as she does, I see the outline of my dick in her throat as her eyes water and that does me in.
“Ashlynn, I’m close, baby.” She’s sucking my cock like she is in a trance; her eyes are glazed over as she moans around my dick. “You want me to come in your pretty little mouth, Ashlynn?” I ask, holding her head still on my cock. “Or do you want it in your tight little cunt?” Ashlynn pulls off me, gasping for air, her lips red and puffy. She looks up at me while on her knees, tells me I can put it wherever I want, and then goes back to sucking me. My brain explodes.
I pull her off me, pick her up, and bend her over the heavy dresser along the wall. I yank her tights down to her thighs, bend my knees, line up cock up at her entrance and thrust home. The dresser slams up against the wall as we lock eyes in the mirror.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, little girl. You started this,” I tell her as I begin to mercilessly pound her. I wrap my fist around her hair and hold her still as I punish her pussy. Ashlynn is moaning uncontrollably, her mouth now hanging open on a silent scream. She stands up on her tiptoes as I fuck into her, hard, and let my hand crack down on her ass. She’s making these little pussy hurt sounds, but I don’t let up.
I smack her ass again and ask her, “Where are you trying to go, huh? You’ll take what I give you. This is the only cock this cunt will ever know, Ashlynn. Yes, just like that. Fuck yourself back on my dick.”
