Saddled On The Cowboy

by Amanda Heartley

  He shuddered. “God Marti...you feel so fucking good... Fuck!”

  His big chocolate eyes never left hers, she looked down at him, her eyes hooded, her mouth slightly open, panting as she ground her hips onto his, filling her pussy inch by inch with his hard, juicy cock.

  He squeezed her heavy breasts together, kneading the fleshy orbs, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers before lifting and sucking one into his mouth.

  She moaned. His tongue flicked mercilessly on her nipple as he palmed her other breast. Her hips gyrated in circles as she rode his thick cock, her hot clit melting into the base below.

  “Fuck me,” she bounced. “Fuck….me…” he grabbed her hips and pounded into her, she screamed, “Yesss, Nick…Nick…oh, God…I’m fu - fucking coming!” as he pumped and rocked his cock into her, her back arched, her arms flew out, grabbing for anything as her orgasm screamed through her body, reaching every nerve. Bouncing and grinding her hips, taking him all in. “Ahhh…it…won’t…it….won’t…fuck…ing…..stop…” as she rode the exquisitely sexy waves of her multiple orgasms.

  With each word, she went deeper and deeper into oblivion. His cock jerked inside her as she bucked her hips on top of him. With a loud guttural groan, he grabbed her hips tight and spewed his seed deep inside her, the hot bursts filling her, as they rode the waves together...just like they had done so many times before.

  Their bodies shook and heaved, she grabbed his shoulders tight as their bodies thrashed through a mind blowing climax, her head spinning as she lost all control. The intensity subsided and she lay her head on his chest. He leaned down, kissing the top of her head, holding her tight, “I love you, Princesa,” he whispered, spent, tired and satiated, as he drifted off to sleep.

  She lay next to him, listening to his steady breathing. Looking over at him, her guilt began eating away at her heart, wondering if she was doing the right thing by leaving in the middle of the night. That kind of cowardly behavior wasn’t her style, but he would never let her just walk out of there. If she was going to do this, she had to do it now, before she changed her mind.

  What seemed like hours was just a few moments as she lay there listening to the rain. Dammit, the rain! The rain was pouring down and she really didn’t want to be standing in the cool autumn air, in the middle of the night, waiting for a taxi, getting soaking wet. If she took the car, she would have to leave it at the airport and Nick would have to find it. It was bad enough she was leaving, but stealing his car was a whole ‘nother set of problems.

  Another few minutes passed... I gotta go now! I gotta do this. Glancing at Nick, whispering her love for him, she slowly slid out of the bed, careful not to wake him. Holding her breath, she quietly fumbled around in the dark, reaching behind the chair to grab the tote she filled earlier. She glanced at him again and tiptoed into the bathroom, gently closing the door. Her heart pounded as she turned on the light, quickly pinning up her hair and pulling on her jeans and a sweater.

  Sitting on the side of the tub, she quickly slid her favorite boots on before reaching up to turn off the light. Waiting for a moment, to allow her eyes to become accustomed to the dark, she prayed a silent prayer. Taking another deep breath, she crept out into the bedroom toward the door.

  The door handle squeaked as she pulled it. She sucked in a breath, silently biting her lip as she heard Nick rustling in their bed. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat as she slowly opened the door. The relentless pounding of her heart and with her throat dry, she stifled a cough and turned to take one last look at the man she thought she loved. With a sigh, she closed the door behind her for the last time.

  It was 2am, the rest of the household staff were sleeping as she silently crept down the stairs. She tiptoed her way to the alarm panel by the front door, disabled it and went outside. She exhaled as the door clicked shut. She was out. He didn’t wake up. Shit! She realized she had no way of getting back into the house, even if she wanted to. But, her mind was made up…she was leaving. This was no life for her. She was going home.

  As she stood in the huge wrap-around porch, she took a few moments to breathe and calm her nerves. The rain was pouring down and the night air was freezing. Thank God she remembered her coat by the door.

  Her heart thumped wildly. Tears welled up in her eyes. She sighed again and fumbled in her purse for her iPhone. Saying a quick prayer, she tiptoed across the porch to the dark side. The light in front made her nervous. What if someone saw her? A quick Google search for a cab brought up a few that were close by.

  She called the first one in the list. No answer. Not even a machine. She checked Google again and found that they closed at 2am. Dang it!

  Calling the next one, it rang and rang. After what seemed like way too many rings, they finally answered. “Hello? Happy Cab Services. How may I help you?”

  “Hi, this is Martha Vargas and I need a ride to the airport. I’m outside at 355 Westend Drive - ” but before she could finish, the dispatcher stopped her mid-sentence and said, “Sorry, ma’am, but we just closed. I’m just switching off the lights to go home.”

  “How can you be closed? You just answered the phone with how may I help you.?”

  “Yes, Ma’am, that’s how we always answer the phone. I’m real sorry but we are closed.”

  “Please, sir. Can’t you come and pick me up? I have to get to the airport, it’s an emergency…please?” He sounded sympathetic, but said, “I’m so sorry ma’am, I’m just dispatch, I don’t even have a car or I would go get you myself. I really wish I could help you out. Have you tried Skyport?”

  “No,” she shivered, the rain had turned to sleet and it felt like little knives on her face. She wondered if she was making a big mistake. “Ar - are they open?”

  “They should be…they run 24/7 from the airport. Just might be real expensive at this hour and in this weather. The number is - ”

  “Oh, I have it right here.” She hung up, her fingers cold from the rain as she furiously dialed the number to Skyport Cab Company. The phone was answered within a few seconds by a young man. She started again, “Hi, this is Martha Vargas and I need a cab immediately at 355 Westend Drive, can you help me?” She was practically in tears.

  “Vargas? Westend Drive? Are you related to Nick Vargas?” came the voice from the phone.

  “No, uhm, why?” Shit! Did he know Nick?

  “Just asking, hold on a sec…let me check where my drivers are.” She waited, she didn’t want to have to ring the doorbell to her own house to go back in, but she thought she might have to. She sure didn’t want to be out here on the porch when Ellie drove up at 7 am. “Ma’am, I don’t have any drivers in your area right now. The only guy I have left who is even remotely near your place is about 10 miles away.”

  “But…but, I need a cab here immediately. I need to get to the airport. Can he come? Quickly?” She begged. This was starting to piss her off.

  “Ma’am, we’re here to help, I’ll send the driver as soon as he’s free. Is everything okay? You sound distressed. Is Mr. Vargas okay?”

  “Yes, he’s fine, how long till I get a cab?”

  “Looks like about a half hour, give or take, this sleet is really blowing right now. These roads will be ice by morning.”

  “Please sir,” she begged. “I don’t have a half hour. I need to go now. I am begging you, please have someone come get me now. Please. I will pay whatever you want. Please?”

  “Okay, I will come get you myself, Uhm...one passenger or two?”

  “One and I’ll be waiting at the gate, no need to come in.”

  “And this is cash, right?” said the dispatcher.

  “Yes, cash.”

  “I’ll be there in ten.” She heard the sound of the phone being slammed down and Marti exhaled a sigh of relief. Pulling her coat around her tight and flipping up the hood, she trudged through the rain and sleet, stomping through mud to the front gate. Normally, this was a beautiful breezy walk; tonight it was treacherous in the f
reezing rain.

  As promised, the cab driver arrived, gave her a friendly smile, and threw her wet bag onto the back seat. She climbed in next to him, her coat was wet, her favorite boots muddy and she didn’t know if the drops on her face were from her tears or the frozen rain. One last look at the mansion, then the taxi drove off towards the airport.

  “So, how do you know Nick?” she asked the young driver.

  “You really don’t know?” looking at her, dumbfounded.

  “No,” she looked at him, quizzically. “Should I?” She rubbed her hands together in front of the heater.

  The driver laughed. “He’s my boss. He owns Skyport Cab Company.” Looking at her in disbelief, “You really didn’t know that?”

  “No, actually, I didn’t.” She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “There are a lot of things about my husband I don’t know.” She turned to look at him, “And son, if you want to keep your job, you’d better never tell him you picked me up tonight.”

  Chapter 2

  Marti looked in the mirror, dabbing at the tear-stained makeup on her face with a tissue. Looking into her turtle eyes, swollen from all the tears shed on the plane, she thought to herself, what the fuck just happened?

  This morning she and Nick were lying on her favorite, fluffy sofa watching old movies together and now she was alone, in the bathroom, at Atlanta International Airport. She fluffed her hair and ran some lip gloss across her lips. No sense in fixing herself up now, she knew she was dirty and needed a shower. That would be the first thing to do when she got home. Her home. Annie’s home.

  Getting out of the house at 2am was the easy part. Getting a cab to the mansion at that hour turned out to be a pain in the ass. And the fact that her very own husband owns the cab company? And she didn’t even know? Ironic. There were a lot of things about Nick she didn’t know. She wasn’t even sure what he really did for work. She knew he owned Vargas, she knew he had some other companies around the world, but she had no idea what he did. Except talk to Ellie in meetings all day. She barely knew anything about him, except that he was a filthy rich Hispanic sex god who got a little irritated when she left her clothes on the bathroom floor, or took too long to shower, and he answers every problem they have with a kiss and a fuck. Does this shit even matter?

  Although she honestly didn’t want to leave under these fugitive-like conditions and it broke her heart to go, she knew he would have never let her go under any other circumstances and she had to get away. Living with Nick was tearing her apart. Their marriage had barely passed the four month mark and she was suffocating, losing herself and she hated the person she was becoming.

  Marti was no socialite and when she met Nick, she didn’t think he was either. He sure didn’t seem to be into the fame and fortune, but it’s not like they even knew each other...maybe their marriage was all a mistake. Being the CEO to one of the Top Ten Companies in the USA had certainly changed him. Or maybe he was always like that and when they were on the road trip and in Vegas he was just having a little fun. And Ellie The Bitch wasn’t helping. She treated Marti like a disease, something to shun and stay away from.

  Apparently they didn’t teach manners and respect at Stanford U., if they did, Ellie didn’t sign up for those classes.

  Things were a lot different now than when Marti left Mountain View last summer. Her long red hair had been professionally styled by some famous stylist. Her cut off shorts and a tank top had been replaced with a brand new Burberry coat and Jimmy Choo boots, which were now all wet and muddy.

  Her Wal-Mart bag was now a Louis Vuitton. Nick had insisted she go out and buy new fancy, designer clothes and accessories. It was fun and exciting to shop in the city and not have to worry about money or how she was going to pay the rent. The dilemma? She wasn’t sure she was that girl. And the hired help doing everything for her and having a car drive her everywhere made her feel helpless, useless. What a life. Hopeless, useless and if Ellie got her way, worthless.

  When Marti was a little girl, she dreamed of marrying a rich man, riding off into the sunset with her Prince Charming. Having maids and chauffeurs. ‘Home, James’, she mused. Now, it drove her fucking insane. “Be careful what you wish for,” her mama used to say. And unfortunately this time...mama was right.

  She grabbed her bag and went to the car rental kiosk. Thank God she still had her debit and credit cards. Nick wouldn’t even notice the charge, if he did, he wouldn’t care. He was very generous with his fortune and Marti could spend whatever she needed. Not that she would. She was very frugal, sometimes to the point they argued.

  Now, Ellie...she’ll notice it. She’ll probably call the credit card agencies once they realized she is gone. But Marti didn’t care, she was suffocating and she needed time to breathe.

  Sitting in the rental car, a brand new, black Escalade, she adjusted the seat, put on her seat belt and looked at the reflection in the rear view mirror.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Martha Odell Vargas, why are you running again? Girl, you just can’t keep running when things don’t go your way. Pull your head out your fuckin’ ass. You’re grown, dammit, act like it.”

  God, she sounded just like her mama, again.

  The GPS display said it was about a three hour trip to the ranch, she adjusted her seat and wiped the tears from her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror and pulled onto the highway. She reached over and set the cruise control.

  I’ve got this.

  Nick wasn’t the only one in for a huge surprise. Annie would be ecstatic to see her, she just knew it.

  Chapter 3

  “Hello Annie? Hello, hello, are you here?” Marti cracked the door open a little further. It had been a while since she had been at Annie’s Ranch.

  Definitely hadn’t been there after the remodel. “Annabelle Gibbons? Hello? Hello? Anybody here? Tommy?”

  Annie came running down the stairs. “Oh My God!! Marti! You’re here, look at you! What are you doing here? Is your hubby with you?” She ran up and gave her a great big hug. Smiling, she took a step back. “Oh my goodness, girlfriend…look at you. You’re all dolled up like some high falutin’ socialite from the city. Dang! Being married to a gazillionaire sure looks good on you.”

  Marti smiled and gave her friend another big hug, not wanting to let go. “Oh Honey, it’s so good to be home! I missed you,” It felt good to be back with her best friend. “God, I missed you!” At that moment, she started bawling. She was cold, wet, tired and hungry.

  “Oh, honey, come here girl, what’s going on?” She hugged her again. Marti could feel the warmth of her embrace, a friends’ much needed touch. She needed more than anything to just know someone cared. Annie was that someone and she was good at it.

  Marti took a deep breath, her words coming in spurts. “I left him....I can’t...I can’t stand me anymore. So I left...in the middle...middle of the night.” She sobbed, the tears flowing down her face. “I didn’t know where to go...so I came here.” She sniffled. “Is Tommy here?”

  “What happened, Honey? Are you okay? Are you still married? Is that guy nice to you? Did he hurt you?” The questions came fast and furious. Annie was about to go ballistic if he had hurt her friend.

  Marti cried, waving her hand in the air, “Oh Annie, no, he didn’t hurt me, he’s actually pretty wonderful, but I’m so fuckin’ stupid. I don’t know how to be some rich bitch who eats with the right fork and - and there are maids and butlers and people who wash my clothes. I even have a gal who buys my fucking clothes…” she shrieked, covering her face in her hands, the sobs shaking her whole body.

  After a moment, the tears subsided and she reached for a tissue to blow her nose. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at her and stroked her long dark hair. Sniffling, she spoke. “Annie, I just wanna be normal, I don’t wanna be a diva. That’s not me. ”

  Annie rubbed her back, trying to calm her. “Oh honey, come here.” She pulled her in close for another hug. “Tommy’s gone un
til tomorrow, he’s out fishing with his buddies. You want a drink or something?”

  She sniffled, “Yeah, you got some whiskey...wine? Anything?”

  “Sure hon, here.” She handed her more tissues. Annie got up and went to the liquor cabinet. It was a bit too early for drinking but with a friend in need…she poured two short glasses of Jack and went back to the couch. “Here. This’ll calm you down. Now tell me all about it.”

  Marti took a swig of the hard liquor and felt the familiar burn, she shuddered and took another one. “I don’t even know where to start. When I left here, I went to Savannah. I was gonna grab a bus to L.A. then met this guy at the café by the bus station, but you already know all of that. Blah, blah, blah, we got married by accident ‘cause we were too freakin’ drunk to know what the fuck we were doing and then this fuckin huge scandal pops up ‘cause I guess he had a fiancé like twenty some years ago.”

  She paused, took another drink, and shuddered. “His fiancé got in a really bad car wreck a couple of weeks before their wedding and she died. He kinda freaked out about it and went into hiding ‘cause his heart was broken.”

  She finished the whiskey and stood up and walked across the room to pour another one. She turned to Annie, “Anyway, I guess I got caught up in the middle of that, but get this….he has an assistant, or so he calls her his assistant and I just think they are fuck buddies. But - ”

  Annie sat there for a sec, frozen, then shook her head, “Woah, hold on a sec…fuck buddies? He has someone living over there with y’all? Are you sure, did you see them?”

  “No, I’ve never seen them and he denies it,” she said, swallowing the whiskey and then filled her glass again. She walked back to Annie, “But I see the ways that bitch looks at him. Makes me wonder what she’s up to and they have an awful lot of,” she gestures her ‘quote’ fingers, “‘meetings’ in her office. I mean, she works at our house. Who the fuck works at their bosses’ house?

  Sounds like a good old fashioned fuck buddy to me. Work, my ass. I’ll show that little bitch some work. Right about the time I take her out back and give her a little history lesson.”