Hoss: A Rough Romance

by Delta James

  He swung up on Banjo and they started down out of the rocks to meet the chopper. The helicopter set down a good distance from them. Two men got out with automatic guns at the ready, one ducked to avoid the rotors as he trotted toward them.

  “How’d you take that chopper down, Hoss?”

  “I lassoed it,” he said with a grin.

  “No shit?”

  “No shit. Murph, this is Chef Remi Caulder,” Hoss said as he helped her down.

  Murphy grinned. “The last time I saw you, they were praising you for some fish thing you made. I rather suspect the big man there has done something other than praise you since you showed up on his doorstep.”

  Remi flushed with embarrassment.

  “Don’t worry about it, Remi, his Ginie gets the same when she misbehaves.”

  Murphy laughed. “That and more. I called in a few old friends and sent them to secure your ranch. What needs to be done to take care of your stock?”

  “Luckily, I’d just put out a bunch of round bales for the cattle and another one in the far horse pasture. Get Yancy to ride Ziggy and lead Banjo back, then gather all of the horses and put them in the far front field. They’ll be good there. If this takes longer than a week, I’ll have to make further arrangements, but between the pastures, the hay, and the water that runs through my place, they should be fine. Then send everybody else home. You and Yancy can join us at the safe house.”

  Murphy motioned for the other man to come forward and take the horses as Hoss grabbed Remi by the upper arm and dragged her to the waiting helicopter. Securing her in the back, he climbed into the front passenger seat. He watched as she slumped back, exhausted and overwrought, as Murphy joined them and the chopper lifted off the ground.

  When they touched down at the private airport, Remi didn’t even stir. Hoss got out and came around to lift her out and carry her in his arms onto the waiting plane. He settled her into one of the luxurious seats and covered her with a lightweight blanket.

  “Does she have any idea how you feel about her?” asked Murphy solicitously as the plane taxied down the runway.

  Hoss shook his head. “How could she? I don’t even know how I feel about her.”

  “If you don’t, I do. Hell, we all do. Never could understand why you didn’t go after her once you knew where she was. If anybody deserved a happily ever after, Hoss, it’s you.”

  “She doesn’t want me...”

  “That is such bullshit. I don’t know what happened, and I get that you got hurt, but so what? You were both kids. Put it behind you and get on with your life.”

  “Trying to find me that happily-ever-after ending?”

  “That would be the icing on the cake, but the cake would be seeing you with the woman you’ve loved ever since you were a kid.”

  “I don’t even think I believe in love,” Hoss scoffed.

  “Sure you do, Hoss. It’s that absolute bliss you feel when you sink yourself balls deep into your woman. It’s knowing you’d go through hell with her and for her. It’s the opposite of taking what physical satisfaction you need with nameless girls for one-night stands and playing with submissives in clubs—all of it anonymous and all of it meaningless. Has anything ever felt better than feeling her ass bounce underneath your hand when giving her a much-needed spanking or feeling her cunt clench your dick as you’re putting it to her? Look, if I’m wrong, just tell me and I’ll shut up.”

  “I wish to hell you were wrong. Nothing was ever more right than having her over my knee or feeling her pussy caress my cock as I slide it in and out of her.” He snorted in disgust at himself. “She could have come back, tried to reach out to me... hell, she could have said something, anything, but she didn’t.”

  “For Christ’s sake, you sound like Ginie when she gets whiney. Unfortunately, I don’t think you’d much care for the solutions I use on her,” Murphy said with a grin.

  Hoss laughed. “I don’t know; maybe you’re right, but she could have done something...”

  “And you’re supposed to be the one in charge. If you won’t lead, how the hell do you expect her to follow?”

  Hoss looked at him sharply and snorted again. “God, I hate it when you’re right. When you put it like that, I don’t have a lot of room to argue.” He handed him the threatening note Remi had received in her hotel room with her room service meal.

  “Do me a favor—at some point tell Ginie I advocated for true love and that I was right,” Murphy said with a laugh.

  They rode the rest of the way to the safe house in silence. Once there, Hoss awakened Remi, who was surprised by the ice and snow on the ground.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “Someplace safe,” he said.

  “Where exactly might that be?” Remi persisted.

  “It doesn’t matter. Our room is at the top of the stairs and turn left. Go on up while we get everything off the plane and into the house.”

  “I demand to know where you’ve taken me!”

  “Demand, do you? Care to rephrase that or do you need your bottom blistered before I get you naked and fuck you?” he said silkily in a steely tone of voice.

  She fled up the stairs.

  “Go on and deal with her, Hoss. I’ll get everything squared away. Yancy should be here in a couple of hours.”

  “Thanks, Murph. Was Ginie this difficult?”

  Murphy lifted his shirt revealing the scar from a knife wound but said nothing.

  “Oh, right; I forgot that part.”

  “Funny thing is it’s one of my favorite memories.”

  “You’re a sick bastard.”

  Hoss turned and headed into the house and up the stairs. He found Remi looking out the window.

  “It’ll be all right, Remi.”

  “Will it? And even if it is, it’ll never be the same.”

  “The world is constantly in motion; nothing ever stays the same.”

  She turned to look at him. “You’re right, but I never thought I’d find a body in my hotel room or ever see you again.” She turned back toward the window. “I should press charges against you when this is over.”

  “For what? Saving your life? Maybe you should. But you won’t because you won’t want to have to admit to yourself just how wet you got.”

  She whirled around to keep him from seeing the tears in her eyes.

  “You’re despicable,” she said, trying to hide the powerful emotions that being with him evoked. It wasn’t just her physical response that was unnerving; it was as though he had ripped the scar off the hurt their parting had left in its wake. This was not the reunion she’d always dreamt of, but somehow just being with him again was beginning to soothe her soul.

  “You and that attitude of yours, Remi. We’re really going to have to work on that. I’m thinking since you had a nice, long nap, I can take you to bed and work off some of the lingering aggression and lust.”

  “Fuck you,” she spat, trying to create an emotional distance between them.

  “Precisely what I had in mind. Get naked, Remi, I want to really enjoy the feel of you underneath me. Get your clothes off and get in bed.”

  * * *

  Remi wanted to deny him, deny that her whole being didn’t respond to his forceful commands, but at this moment she wanted nothing more than to be with him and to answer his dominant call. He hadn’t even touched her, wasn’t even within reaching distance, and her nipples had hardened, her clit was throbbing, and she was, quite literally, dripping wet. He might have ordered her to the bed, but this time, she’d go because she wanted to. She needed to feel him inside her, feel him stroking her sheath until she’d come several times before he flooded her with his cum.

  She stripped the sweater over her head and tossed it at him as she sat down and pulled off her boots and jeans before swinging herself up onto the bed and spreading her legs in blatant acquiescence.

  “Come on, Hoss,” she said seductively, using his hated nickname. “Come on and fuck me. Get naked and come shov
e that battering ram up my pussy.”

  It was all she could do not to laugh at the look of shocked outrage that passed over his face before an evil grin began to supplant it.

  “Look at that pretty cunt you put on display for me. Easy enough to see that like usual, you’re ready to get it fucked raw, but I think it’s time we changed it up. Roll over on your belly, Remi. Keep your head on the pillow and get up on your knees.”

  She didn’t understand why this would be much of a change. After all, he’d taken her from behind numerous times and she found she enjoyed the feeling—both from a physical standpoint as well as an emotional one.

  Remi felt the mattress sink behind her as he crawled up on it. His hand slipped between her legs and he rubbed her clit, before giving it several swift tugs.

  “That clit of yours is almost as swollen as my cock... not nearly as big, but it seems to respond well and increase your already ravenous libido. And you are hungry for me, aren’t you, Remi?”

  “I thought I made that abundantly clear when I told you to fuck me,” she ground out between breaths that were just this side of panting.

  God, he made her hot. Her skin, her nipples, her pussy all burned for him. She had never experienced this level of attraction to any man. While he seemed to think that he used her whenever the whim hit him, she had come to not only tolerate his use, but crave it. There, she’d admitted it to herself. She wanted and needed him in a way she’d wanted no other.

  Morgan dragged his fingers back through her wet and engorged labia before inserting two fingers into her dripping slit.

  Remi moaned and moved her sheath up and down his fingers, determined to resurrect some of her independence and control. Immediately one of his large paws moved up and grasped the top of her shoulder, pulling her back and stilling any forward movement while with the other, he withdrew his fingers and swatted her puffed-up vulva, imparting a deep sting and even greater need.

  He penetrated her sheath again, fingering her fast and furiously as she gave over to her need to find that ultimate pleasure at his hands. Her channel shuddered as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

  “That’s my girl. Give me lots of lubrication... you’re going to need it.”

  As she heard him chuckle, she wondered only briefly what he’d meant by that statement as he withdrew his fingers and, without warning, began to finger fuck her bottom hole with both of them. She wanted to cry out in pain and outrage but knew that neither would be wholly true. While his penetration had not been gentle, it only stung for a moment before his movements began to bring her a delicious, shameful kind of pleasure.

  She wondered at the apparent ease with which he seemed to be able to call forth her most primal need. Remi felt her body begin to ascend to the height of wanton desire. Her moans became soft groans as she willingly offered him her ass for his use. She soared to a different plateau and was about to careen over its side when he withdrew his fingers. He swapped hands, moving that one up to the nape of her neck and pushing her down into the mattress while he used three fingers to scoop out more of her feminine juices.

  Remi wasn’t particularly concerned until she saw him slathering it over his cock, with the abundance being used on the head. It wasn’t until he guided his cock back to her dark rosebud that she realized his intent. By that time, however, both of them were too far gone in their need—his to dominate and take her last virgin hole and hers to give him this last measure of her surrender.

  She could see both her own lubrication as well as his pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock. A part of her wanted to fight his violation of her, but she knew neither of them saw it that way. It was simply her last remaining battleground to try to reclaim some of her power and pride. But her body’s need to feel him possess her in this last, intimate act of claiming was too great.

  “Ask me to take your ass, Remi. Show me you know you are mine.”

  She said nothing but nodded her head.

  “Not good enough, Remi; say it!” he growled.

  “Morgan, please?” she begged, but wasn’t sure what she was begging for. Was it for him to breach her bottom hole with his cock or not have to ask him to do it?

  One hand left her hip and he swatted her behind. Her body tried to slink away from him, but the other large hand kept her in place.

  “You want me to fuck your ass. You need me to, don’t you, Remi? You need me to stroke your dark channel the way I do your pussy and fill it with my cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, damn you! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”

  He chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He leaned over her back as he pressed his cock against the tight muscle that had guarded her rear passage before he had decided to make use of it. Both of his hands moved to clutch her hips in a vise-like grip.

  “You want your pretty bottom hole fucked?”

  She couldn’t form words—her need was too great and her pride and defiance in shambles. All she could do was nod again and pray that it would be enough.

  Morgan didn’t mount her aggressively as he had most often, but instead allowed his cock to penetrate her slowly but inexorably. He did not seem hurried but continued to push forward inch by inch until the swell of her buttocks was hard up against his hips. She felt the stretch from his cock far more in this dark orifice than she had in her pussy. He growled in satisfaction.

  “God, you feel good.”

  Before she could make any response, Morgan began to move inside her. This was not his usual powerful or frenzied stroking, but a more leisurely savoring of her response as her bottom hole learned to accommodate him and accept pleasure from him this way as well. The slight sting of his having breached her dark passage with his cock for the first time slowly began to give way to a new kind of carnality—one she had never known or thought she needed.

  Remi could feel her nipples harden, her clit and vulva becoming even more engorged, and her pussy begin to pulse in rhythm to his thrusting in her rear entrance. As with his fingers, her pussy responded as if it were being filled and used. As Morgan picked up his pace and began driving into her, Remi’s sighs began to morph into a kind of deep felt keening.

  She grasped the bottom of the headboard in front of her and held on for dear life.

  “Morgan,” she cried as every muscle in her body contracted, including those that had enveloped his plunging rod.

  “That’s right, Remi. You come for me. I’m going to fill this asshole up just the way I do your pussy. You show me you understand who is dominant between us and that you will accept my cock in whichever hole of yours I want to use.”

  Morgan again picked up the pace and rhythm with which he fucked her. His movements increased and exacerbated her response. As she began to feel him pump his seed into her, she came again, calling his name.

  Remi felt herself being filled in the same, yet a wickedly, shamefully different way than when he released himself into her pussy. When he’d spurted his last drop, he released her hips and began to stroke her body to support and comfort the last remnants of her climax. Finally, she came down from her rapturous flight, or ascended from the depths of her despair, she wasn’t sure which. Morgan eased himself from her bottom hole in the same way he’d claimed it—slowly, gently, and in full control. As he left her, she felt his loss and collapsed on the bed.

  * * *

  Hoss got up off the bed, lifted her in his strong arms, and carried her to the shower in the attached bathroom. He’d expected her to take his cock up her ass and to accept that he would make use of it whenever he wanted, but he had underestimated the depth of her sensuality and carnal enjoyment.

  He stepped into the shower, shielding her from the water as he adjusted the temperature. Languidly he bathed her, and she offered no resistance. When he was done, he handed her the sponge. Without a word, she picked it up and returned the gesture. She avoided his cock and genital area. He stifled a chuckle. They both knew if she touched him, he would get hard. She e
voked a powerful response in him. As it began to stiffen and rise up to greet her, she shook her head. Morgan swatted her wet and vulnerable backside.

  “You don’t tell me no, Remi. Turn around and put your hands on the shower bench, feet spread. It seems my cock won’t be truly satisfied until it’s had your pussy again.”

  He spun her away from him and waited for her to comply, which she did. He lost no time in fingering her cunt to ensure she was ready for him and then sank all the way to the base of his cock into her wet heat.

  He groaned loudly. “As much as I have enjoyed your other two holes, I think this one is still my favorite. But I’ll have to make frequent use of the others before making a final decision on that.”

  He took her hard and fast, stroking in and out of her at a furious pace reveling in the fact that her response kicked in and she was seized by a powerful orgasm that would have dropped her to her knees if he hadn’t been holding her steady for the onslaught of his thrusting. He didn’t let up and allow her any respite. Instead, he held her more firmly and pounded her pussy until he felt her begin to climax again. He drove home and flooded her warm sheath with the hot liquid proof of his need for her.

  When they’d had time to catch their breath, he rinsed her off and then lifted her out of the shower. He turned it off and then began to gently dry her in the warm, fluffy towel before using it on himself.

  Hoss swept her up in his arms and took her to the bed, placing her under the covers before smoothing her hair away from her face and kissing her temple.

  “You take a nap. When you’re ready to come down, you can put my sweater on and nothing more.” He saw her stiffen. “Give me any shit, Remi, and you can walk around naked with a bright red ass and my cum dripping down your legs. Got it?”

  She nodded. He turned and left the room, heading downstairs to join his men.

  Yancy had joined them. The others, who had come to their aid in Texas, had returned to their homes. Some would be waiting in reserve if needed; others would be running down information and clues and tracking down those who had made the mistake of threatening his woman. He was now prepared to admit to himself that she was just that... his woman and that he would never let any harm come to her ever again... or let her go.