Forget Me Knot

by King, Lori

  Her plea seemed to be his trigger because Drannon began pounding his hard cock into her needy pussy, slamming into her so hard, that she had to grip the bedspread to keep from sliding across the bed. His fingers tightened around her hips, holding her in place for his own purposes. She loved it. Every moment of his passion matched the depth of her desire, and she ached for more.

  She could hear her own voice babbling, moaning, whimpering, and begging for more, but she wasn’t even thinking straight. Every thrust brought new sensations to her already electrified body, and she clenched her cunt around him as she soared over the edge of climax. Her knees collapsed out from under her, so that the only thing holding her up was his hands holding her against him.

  Her spasming pussy milked his cock until he was groaning out his release as he filled her full of cum, and slumped over her back. For several moments they both just rested there, trying to bring their breathing and heart rates back under control.

  When Drannon finally rolled to the side, he reached out and brushed her long hair away from her face so that he could see her, and smiled. “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right, sweetheart, and I do believe we did that right.”

  “God help me if that was the wrong way,” she said with a giggle as she turned onto her side to face him.

  His cum was leaking out of her well used pussy, reminding her that they hadn’t used protection, and she bit her lip.

  Immediately Drannon noticed and sat up to look at her better, “What is it?”

  “This is a little awkward, but I know I’m clean, and we didn’t use a condom…”

  She paused as he considered her words. When her meaning clicked he looked startled. “Oh shit, you’re asking…yes! I’m clean! I’m not going to try and lie to you and say I haven’t had sex, but it’s been a long time. Are you on the pill?”

  She nodded feeling relieved and stupid all at once. She was usually a very responsible person, and yet somehow she found herself lying in bed with a virtual stranger, his semen growing sticky between her thighs. Wouldn’t her dad be proud?

  This whole vacation was turning upside down and backwards on her. Wanting to learn how to ride a horse had brought her to this new place where she seemed to have completely lost her mind and ended up in bed with a cowboy. It was like some sort of eighties romance novel, and she already knew that a piece of her heart would be left behind in North Dakota when she went home.

  Drannon held his breath as he watched a myriad of emotions cross Lacy’s face. After such a beautiful, intimate moment, he wanted to keep the warm glow they’d created between them for as long as possible. Maybe if he’d slowed down to think about protection they wouldn’t be sitting there in awkward silence.

  “I’m sorry. I’m an ass.” He said, pulling away with the intention of going to clean up. She stopped him with one hand on his arm.

  “You’re not an ass. I’m sorry. I guess I just spaced for a moment. What is it you called it? Lost in your head? Yeah, I got lost in my head for a minute. I’m not upset. We’re both adults, and we were responsible.” The way she rubbed her thumb over the dark hairs on his forearm made his cock twitch, and he gave her a sheepish smile.

  “I’ll make it up to you in the bathtub.” Rolling her way, he pushed her off the bed, catching her up in his arms as he did so that she never hit the ground.

  “You still want to take a bath?” she gasped in surprise.

  He nodded, “Of course. I’ll use any excuse to keep you naked and wet.”

  The sound of her laughter echoed off the tile bathroom as they entered followed by a gasp of awe. “Holy smokes!”

  Lacy scrambled out of his arms and made her way around the bathroom, taking it all in. Drannon looked around at the massive master bath through new eyes and realized it really was an impressive sight. Abe and the boys had remodeled the master bedroom a dozen years before as a gift for Sera. They’d knocked out walls and incorporated two smaller bedrooms creating a luxuriously oversized master suite. The bathroom was as large as the bedroom Lacy was using while she was on the ranch, and next to it was a door that led into a combination dressing room and office. Sera had used the room for clothing, but she’d also kept a soft chair near the big windows that faced the front of the house to use while she read a book or crocheted a new blanket. The chair still sat in its original place with its original faded and worn upholstery because Drannon couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. He sought its comfort when he needed to reflect, or think through something serious.

  After thoroughly exploring, Lacy turned back to him, beautifully naked, and cocked her hip. “What does a single cowboy need with a two-person jetted bathtub?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

  “It’s been there for years, and to be honest, I’ve never used it myself. I think this is the perfect time to break it in.” He turned on the tap.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lacy shiver in the cooler air of the room, and he reached for her, pulling her between his legs as he sat on the edge of the tub. Her breasts lined up perfectly level with his face, and he pressed his cheek against their plush softness. She didn’t object, in fact, she wrapped her arms around his head and held him close, the moment of intimacy deepening. They held that position for the few minutes it took for the tub to fill, then she stepped back to let him up.

  “Where are the towels?” she asked, retrieving them when he gestured to a linen cabinet. She came back stroking the soft green cotton like she’d stroked Dorothy earlier. “These are fabulous. Where’d you get them?”

  He shrugged, “I don’t know. You’d have to ask Marilyn. She handles all of that stuff for us since Sera died.”

  “I clearly need a Marilyn in my life.” Lacy muttered under her breath. He laughed as he helped her into the tub.

  “I’d be willing to share her with you, but she’s not leaving the ranch, so that only leaves one alternative,” he said playfully. Her beautiful body sank down into the steaming hot water and she sighed.

  “She’d love Chicago, but I have to admit, this place has its perks.”

  Drannon was glad Lacy’s eyes were closed because it gave him a moment to just survey her. Like a mermaid, she lounged gracefully against the white porcelain tub, her rich red hair drifting on the lapping waves around her. It clung to her breasts, and darkened into a crimson stain that reminded him a bit of rubies.

  “Are you joining me, or just watching?” Her question was soft, and her eyes were still closed, but Drannon could hear the amusement in her tone.

  “I was just wondering how long it’ll take us to dry your hair after our bath. I plan on getting you pretty wet.” He stepped into the water and sat down so that he was facing her. The two seats were angled perfectly for the two of them to have a conversation while they bathed. Her delicately shaped knees poked up out of the water as she relaxed against the backrest, her eyes drifting shut.

  “It will take awhile. It’s really thick.”

  “Why do you always keep it braided?” he asked stroking his fingertips over her calf under the water.

  Her eyes cracked open just a bit, and she shrugged, “It’s easier to keep under control when it’s in a braid, and it attracts less attention. You’d be surprised how many men are drawn to a woman with long hair just because they have some fantasy about it.”

  “I have a few fantasies about it,” he teased, and she grinned.

  “We’ll have to explore them later.”

  “So if it’s such a hassle why do you keep it long? Wouldn’t it be easier to just cut it?”

  “I’ve asked myself the same question a million times.” She paused, and then slid deeper into the water, “I suppose I could blame my own vanity, but if I’m honest with myself I think it stems from the fact that my father hated dealing with my hair when I was little. As a single dad he struggled to help me keep it washed, and brushed, and styled so he regularly made me cut it. When I was old enough to take care of it on my own, I promised myself I wouldn’t cut it unles
s I wanted to.”

  As he listened to her talk, he pulled her foot up onto his chest and began rubbing the arch, enjoying her sigh of pleasure. The more he stroked her soft skin, the more she relaxed. He wouldn’t be surprised if she fell asleep. He wanted to ask her more questions about her father, and why she was raised by a single parent, but she seemed skittish about the subject, so he let it drop.

  “You’re hired,” she murmured sleepily.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re hired as my personal masseuse while I’m on the ranch. I can’t imagine any other cowboy having better hands than you,” she teased, and he growled softly.

  “You better not be imagining any other cowboy’s hands on you, period, or I’ll have to break his fingers.”

  Her eyes popped open and she laughed. “You’d hurt a man just because I imagined him touching me?”

  “Damn right.” He squeezed her foot then pulled her hard so that she slipped from her comfy spot and dipped under the water. When she came up sputtering, he moved her into his lap, pressing his firm cock up against her hot opening. “I might be a gentleman ninety-nine percent of the time, but there’s still the one percent piece of me that’s a jealous asshole. You’re mine, damn it.”

  She wiped the water from her face, and stared back at him. Irritation followed quickly by surprise lit up her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and he thought for a moment she was going to let him have it. What he didn’t expect was for her to drop her mouth to his and press closer. This time she demanded, and he let her have her way with him. Her tongue stroked across his teeth before she nipped his bottom lip, and curled her fingers into his hair and held him close. When she finally paused for a breath his balls were throbbing and they were both panting.

  “Damn,” he whispered.

  “I like it when you get jealous; it’s fucking hot. I’ll make you a promise that I’m yours”—she paused and started to say something before shaking her head—“as long as I’m here.”

  Drannon wanted to argue that she never had to leave, but this wasn’t the best time for it, so he reached up and wrapped his fist in her hair, pulling her lips back to his. He wanted to make sure she knew what she would be giving up when she left.

  With Lacy lashed to him by her hair, he slid his other hand beneath the water to her spread pussy lips. She wasn’t as slick as before because of the water, but her clit was swollen, and she squirmed against his fingers when he stroked her. He loved the soft sounds of pleasure she made when he touched her, and he promised himself that he’d hear that sound a hundred times before she went back to Chicago.

  While he was lost in thought, Lacy took matters into her own hands, literally. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and pointed it in the direction of her welcoming cunt. Realizing that she was a woman on a mission, he accommodated her by rocking his hips upward while she sank down, swallowing his length with her body. Heavenly heat surrounded his cock, and they both groaned as they came together.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured.

  “So good,” she agreed, rolling her hips in a figure eight pattern that nearly made him come. Her devious grin assured him that she knew what she was doing as she repeated the move again and again, driving him mad with pleasure.

  “Woman, if you don’t stop I’m going to—” his words were cut off when she repeated the motion and laughed at his corresponding groan.

  “Going to what? Hold me down and fuck me? Please do.”

  On the verge of explosion, Drannon took her at her word and grabbed her hips in his hands, rising from the water with her still attached. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and looped her arms tightly around his neck. He moved the five steps from the water to the vanity where he gently placed her ass on the cold marble countertop, and took her wrists in his hand, holding them high above her head.

  “Just remember, you asked for it,” he said, slamming his hips forward and filling her completely. She was immobile in the position he held her, but he had all the freedom he needed to fuck her hard and deep.

  Electricity seemed to crackle in the air, as her cries of pleasure echoed off the tiled bathroom walls, and he responded with grunts and groans of his own. He whispered dirty words, and encouragement to her as she climbed closer to climax. He wanted to watch her face, and see her eyes when she exploded around him, but at the last second, a zap of that electrical fire between them hit him hard. His vision when dark just as he emptied his balls deep inside of her spasming pussy.

  Slumping against her, he could hear the racing rhythm of her heart in her chest as she tried to catch her breath, and he let himself imagine that she was as full of emotion as he was.

  “That was incredible,” she whispered against his forehead.

  “Damn right. Give me a bologna sandwich and a thirty-minute nap, and we’ll take it from the top.”

  She giggled. “I don’t think so, big boy. It’s been years since I’ve had sex, much less good sex. My lady parts are going to be aching tomorrow.”

  Drannon lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Well then, I’ll just have to kiss them better.”

  He helped her off the counter, and held her against his chest until she steadied herself. He loved how she fit against him, and the sweet way she nuzzled her nose into the gap of his collarbone. How could she not see how perfect they were together?

  “I better dip back in the tub and wash off before I head for bed. I don’t want to wake up with sticky thighs.”

  He let her take care of herself while he cleaned up as well and went back in the bedroom. He fully intended she would sleep in his arms, but when she came out of the bathroom, she went directly for her clothes.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he snapped, his voice angrier than he meant it to be, and he cringed inside at the look of surprise on her face.

  “The lilac room. I can’t be here in the morning for Marilyn to find, Drannon.” She tugged her jeans on. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  “She walked in on us earlier in the study, I’m sure she’s adult enough to deal with it,” he argued.

  “That’s not the point. I don’t want my stay here to be awkward.”

  “Are you ashamed of what happened between us?” he asked, anger and disappointment burning in his chest. “Don’t want anyone to see you with a mangy old cowboy?”

  “What? That’s ridiculous. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. I’m only here temporarily, so there’s no point in people whispering about us.” She wrapped her long hair in the towel she’d been wearing when she came out of the bathroom. Drannon was tempted to drag her back in the bed. He wasn’t ready to ruin whatever they had started though, so he just nodded, swallowing the bitter taste of rejection.

  “All right, then. Sleep well.” Rising from the bed, he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, effectively putting a wall back up between them.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning found Lacy awake with the sun. Just as she had hoped, it looked magnificent streaming through her windows as it crept over the eastern horizon. From her view of the sky through the crack in the curtains, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Perhaps the weather forecasters were wrong and the snowstorm hadn’t actually been as catastrophic to her vacation as she feared.

  Tugging on a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she made her way downstairs for breakfast, smiling when she heard Marilyn singing in the kitchen while she cooked. Cinnamon scented the air making Lacy’s mouth water.

  “Good morning.”

  The husky deep voice startled her and she stumbled on the second to last step of the stairs landing hard on her ass. “Ouch!”

  Two massive arms slid under her shoulders from behind, and Drannon lifted her to her feet as he came down the last couple of steps. “Damn it, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  She rubbed her now bruised backside and turned to face him. Her breath caught in her throat as he stared back at her with concern and wari
ness in his brown eyes.

  “It’s okay, just a bruise. Good morning.” His eyes traveled down her arm to her elbow where it disappeared behind her as she rubbed her ache. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Scolding herself, she tipped her chin and forced a smile. “I was just going to get breakfast.”

  “I really am sorry. I was surprised to see you awake so early. After last night, I was afraid you’d be in avoidance mode.” He gave her a wry smile, and she sighed heavily.

  “No, not at all, and I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m just not ready for everyone to know about…well, you know. I’m not normally the type of girl—”

  His eyes narrowed as he interrupted her, “I never thought you were. Like I told you, this isn’t a regular occurrence for me, either. There’s just something about you that draws me in. Like a bee to honey, or a moth to a flame.”

  “Or a spider to a fly,” she murmured, dropping her gaze.

  Marilyn’s soft singing suddenly stopped, and Lacy looked up to find her in the doorway of the dining room watching the two of them as they stood at the bottom of the stairs. Her blue eyes were full of concern telling Lacy that the tension in the air wasn’t just her imagination.

  “Is everything all right?” Marilyn asked, rubbing her hands on the towel she kept over her shoulder.

  “Absolutely. I was just following that delicious smell down the stairs and slipped. Drannon helped me up, and he was making sure I wasn’t hurt.” Lacy said with all of the false cheeriness she could muster.

  Marilyn’s smile turned into an O of concern. “I do hope you’re all right! We’re so far from town, and with the snow we got already, taking you to a doctor would be awfully tough. I can call Starla down on the Rocking Tree ranch and see if she can come over. She used to be a nurse at a big hospital.”

  “No, no. That’s not necessary. I bruised my pride a little, that’s all. You said it snowed already?” she asked, frowning.

  “Yes ma’am, about ten inches or so. The next round should start this evening, and Marty on The Weather Channel said it’s going to be a hefty one.” Marilyn said, nodding as though what she was saying was normal. Lacy couldn’t imagine getting this kind of snow regularly. How did people manage to get anything done in the winter months?