I woke up to find Clancy standing in the doorway of the old ruined house as Cecil, Earl’s dog, licked my face. “I found them!” Clancy shouted and a moment later Earl appeared. I sat up and felt a wicked pounding in my head.
“Oh, where is everyone?” I asked. Stan was by the fire making coffee and I found him on my own once my vision cleared.
“Right here, little filly,” Avery said from behind me. He was tending to Duke’s leg.
“Looks like you had quite the party,” Earl observed. I looked around. The M&M’s bag had spilled and little colored candies littered the dirt floor. The nearly empty bottle of whiskey stood near the fire.
“Just waiting for daylight to come find you and call off the search,” Stan said. Earl looked skeptical.
“Uh huh,” was all he said and then turned to Clancy, “Go find the others and tell them to head back.” We told Earl what had befallen Avery and Duke and how we found them but it was too dark to travel. He wasn’t angry but Earl did tell us he and the others had been searching all night. I felt bad for them but what were we supposed to do?
Duke was able to walk with a slight limp and a lot of tape around his ankle. After we all had some coffee, Stan apparently didn’t go anywhere without a coffee pot and cups, coffee, M&M’s and whiskey, we made ready to leave. Avery and I rode back on Holly. She was stout and could easily handle the both of us. Stan and Earl lead the way. A couple of hours later, we arrived back at the ranch. I went to go sleep off the rest of my hangover while Stan and Avery loaded up Duke to take him to the veterinarian that worked on another ranch near McHenry.
>>O<<
I woke up a few hours later, showered and then went to make dinner for the boys. Avery and Stan weren’t back yet but they showed up as I was serving dinner. Duke was fine, a minor sprain and with a week of rest and rehab, he’d be just like new. I was glad. I knew Avery had a strong attachment to Duke. Avery spent most of dinner regaling the boys with the tale of his harrowing time out on the range. In other words, he told them all how drunk I got.
“We’ll toughen the little filly up yet,” Avery said ending his tale. The boys all laughed but not at my expense. Heck, I was laughing with them. Avery winked at me and I smiled back at him.
“You’re an ass,” I told him.
“And that’s the way you like it,” he replied. That prompted me to get up and begin clearing plates. Stan got up to help me as Avery told the boys again how he went after that calf and then began embellishing the rest of the story. Now there were wolves involved somehow and Avery all but implied he carried Duke to the old homestead. Stan looked at me, rolled his eyes and shook his head as we went into the kitchen.
“You don’t have to help me,” I told him. Stan waved me off.
“No, I’m not just helping. I’m doing it for you. You had a hard night,” Stan told me.
“You talked me into it. I’m going to go read and relax. I feel like someone beat me up,” I admitted.
“Those damn M&M’s will get you every time,” Stan replied and winked at me. I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. “What’s that for?” he wondered, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Just because,” I told him. It was for a lot of things. His kindness the first night I arrived, his waiting for me before going to look for Avery, the tall tales while we shared a fire and a bottle of whiskey...oh, and those darn M&M’s. I snuck out the back of the kitchen and went to the office prepared to go to bed and read for a while but when I walked in, Avery sat in my office chair waiting. Somehow, he had slipped out the front and beat me back to the office.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” he said as he leaned forward, grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I squealed despite myself and giggled as his arms wrapped around me.
“Admit it,” he said.
“Admit what?” I asked him.
“That you like me. That you want to be my girl,” he said. I turned to look at him. He wore that sexy but infuriating smirk.
“No, I’m not going to do any such thing,” I said in reply. I could play this game too.
“You remember you owe me,” he said.
“Owe you, for what?” I asked.
“You left this cowboy hanging on Sunday. You owe me,” he replied. He wanted an orgasm. Well, good luck.
“As I see it, we’re even. I wandered around half the night looking for you. I rescued you,” I said smugly. That wasn’t quite accurate but close enough.
“Rescued me? I let you and the old man share my camp. I was enjoying a quiet evening with my horse until you two interlopers showed up. As I see it, you owe me, little filly,” Avery reiterated and then added, “Admit you like me or I’m going to have to get some payback.” Avery was a cocky son of a bitch but he was growing on me. I wasn’t going to tell him that, however.
“No!” I said and crossed my arms.
“You asked for it,” Avery said and just like that, he flipped me onto my stomach over his lap. I squealed again.
“Stop it!” I demanded playfully.
“Too late for that,” Avery said and yanked my yoga pants and panties down exposing my ass.
“What are you...,” was all I said before I yelped out as Avery’s hand smacked my backside. “You can’t spank me!” I shouted after I squealed again and looked around to make sure the blinds on the windows were closed.
“I beg to differ,” he said and proceeded to do it again. This time his hand remained and massaged the spot he’d turned red.
“Let me up!” I said but he only laughed and spanked me again.
“You gonna be nice?” he asked. Was I going to be nice? He was the one with the attitude problem. But his hand felt nice massaging my generous rear end and the spanking was deliciously naughty.
“No!” I said defiantly and Avery spanked me again. I shrieked as the pain spread and my pussy swelled. He slapped my ass again and again, paddling me like an insolent child and I was surprised at how much I liked it. Finally, I fought free and tumbled onto the floor at Avery’s feet. I kicked off my shoes and then peeled off my pants and panties before climbing up onto Avery’s lap, straddling him face to face.
“You are an ass!” I said and reached down to find his thick erection filling his Wranglers.
“And you like it that way,” he stated. I held his face and stared into his eyes.
“I do. Now quit screwing around and take me to bed, cowboy,” I replied. Avery got to his feet, his hands full of my ass cheeks and carried me to my bedroom as if I was nothing. I liked that. No man back in Seattle or Portland ever made me feel so tiny and slight. He kissed me before tossing me into the bed unceremoniously where I laughed and bounced on the mattress. Avery undressed as I removed my t-shirt and jacket and then slipped from my bra letting my breasts spill out.
Avery wasn’t far behind and moments later, he stood nude, his cock standing tall, and his sharp, angular figure sending shivers up my spine. He reached over and clicked on the bedside lamp. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I want to see. I want to see your beautiful body when I fuck you. I want to see the look on your face as you climax,” he said. I swallowed hard and bit my lip. I let Avery gaze at me, my alabaster skin, the freckles on my nose and between my breasts, my flame red hair and my smooth sex. I felt so sexy when he looked at me.
“Spank me again first,” I told him. His eyes flared and he joined me on the bed as I rolled over and got to my hands and knees. “Spank me and then ride me, cowboy. Ride me hard,” I urged him. Avery roughly took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as his hand hit my ass. I moaned this time. “Harder, Avery,” I told him, letting the Cowboy take control.
I enjoyed the sensations more than I could have imagined but I liked the spankings partly because it made me feel a little submissive, a little naughty. Avery liked it too. He smacked me even harder, sending ripples through my soft flesh. “I’ve been so bad, Avery. Make me pay,” I told him playfully. Avery inhaled sharply. I
could tell this was more than a little exciting for him and I liked that.
He spanked me again and again, his hand turning my backside red causing it to burn and my pussy to drool with desire. He kneaded my thick flesh each time, soothing the burn before reigniting the fire with another smack. I wailed in delight each time. Who was this girl I had become? I didn’t ever act like this with other men. Avery made me want to be bad, to do deviant things, and that’s when I said it.
“Fuck me in the ass, cowboy!” I told him and bit my lip. Avery looked at me, his face blank. Did I go too far? Was he not into that? Was I into it? I could barely believe I said it. Then a wry smile crept across Avery’s face and he spanked me one last time before he spread my cheeks wide and began eating my ass. “Oh yeah!” I cooed as Avery eagerly pleased my rose bud. Damn, that felt good.
“Lube, in the drawer!” I told him. I liked his oral attention but I needed more. So did Avery. He leaned over and opened the drawer on the table next to the bed. He fished out a pink vibrator and looked at it skeptically, one eyebrow arched and then at me. “I thought I’d be lonely out here,” I explained but Avery shrugged and tossed it aside, diving back in and coming out with a small bottle of lube. Avery popped the cap as he positioned himself behind be. His cock snuggled between my ass cheeks as he doused us both in the cold, slippery liquid.
Neither of us complained about the cold shock as I reached back over my shoulder and began spreading the lube about. Soon we were both glistening and then I took Avery in my hand and guided him towards my back door. I’d done this once when I was in college. It was OK but the guy was more into it than I was. Honestly, I was nervous then and the guy was overly zealous. He never gave me the time to relax before he was finished. Now, however, I was anything but nervous. I was desperate and I watched as Avery began to enter me.
He went slow, pushing into me and then withdrawing several times. I know he wasn’t teasing me but it felt like it. I wanted him inside me. Finally, he pushed past the resistance and pulled from me yet again but I pushed back and sank onto Avery’s cock until his body pressed tightly against my soft ass. I groaned, letting the pain give way to pleasure. I reached between my legs and began teasing my hot nub as I looked back at Avery.
“Punish me, cowboy!” I urged him. His icy blue eyes flared and Avery took my hips in his hands, his fingers digging into me deeply and began to thrust. I wasn’t ready for the wild sensations as Avery’s thick shaft filled me again and again. I screamed and went to work on my clit, the pleasure building so quickly. Suddenly I climaxed and Avery smacked my ass again to drive the point home.
“Damn!” was all he said as he pounded away, my body shuddering with each impact of his hips against my forgiving backside. I could only imagine how I looked, ripples coursing through my luxuriant flesh. I felt so sexy. I knew Avery enjoyed every moment of the show. I, however, was slowly losing my mind as I enjoyed his rock hard shaft.
“Oh God, oh God!” I wailed as I writhed and bucked before Avery. My soul was alight with white hot bliss as I used my hand to compliment Avery’s thrusts. He spanked me again and then took my hair and tugged my head back. He used both hands as he used my red mane for leverage like he used Duke’s reins to control the massive beast. “Yes, ride me, cowboy. Oh God, ride me!” I screamed.
“Damn, I can’t take this,” Avery said. I knew why. I’d left him hanging a few days back and he’s been working on the range ever since. I’d imagine Avery was ready to explode.
“One more, Avery!” I demanded. He bore down and drove into me even harder, pulling my hair so hard it hurt but I loved it. I shrieked as another climax took me. The room sparkled with light as my body tingled with electricity. It was so intense I finally pulled away as Avery let go of my hair. I turned and sat on the bed, my head buzzing still. “Come here,” I told Avery.
He came to me and I slipped an arm under my breasts and lifted them for Avery. With my other hand, I furiously stroke the sexy cowboy. He grit his teeth as he looked down at me. I looked back at him, “Come all over me,” I demanded. Avery simply erupted, his shaft swelling in my hand, pulsing with every gush of his orgasm. Avery growled as he made a wondrous mess of me. His orgasm ran down my neck and chest, over my breasts and dripped onto my legs.
“Holy fuck!” he finally said through clenched teeth and Avery was spent.
“Look at that,” I said as I rubbed Avery’s crown on my slippery breasts. Damn, that was sexy. Avery laughed and let me play for a bit until he needed to lie down. I let him go and he flopped on the bed next to me. I cuddled up next to him, entwining my legs in his and laying an arm over his broad chest.
“You’re naughty!” he said. I looked at him.
“You make me want to be dirty,” I replied. He smirked, that cocky look that right then I found sexy as hell.
“So, you ready to admit it?” he asked. I considered being coy but right then I didn’t feel like it. Damn him!
“Yeah, you’re OK as far as cocky cowboys go. I guess I can tolerate you,” I said not willing to make it totally easy.
“I knew it. You can’t get enough me,” he said. I giggled at his conceit. It was, once you got used to it, kind of sexy. “You’re gonna love it out here. I’ve got a lot to show you about riding. A lot of pretty country we can explore together,” Avery said. I sat up and looked at him. I didn’t want to string him along and it sounded like he was assuming I’d be here forever.
“You know, I don’t know if I plan on staying here,” I said trying to be gentle. Avery smirked at me again, that look that said he was so sure of himself.
“Horse shit! You’ll stay. I don’t believe for minute that you want to go back home. This is your home now,” he said but it wasn’t like a demand. It was more like a prediction. I felt that pang of regret again. It was clearer now. Part of me didn’t want to go away. It wasn’t just Avery though. It was the land, Stan and the boys. I was beginning to feel like I was a part of the place, like they needed me. I lay down again next to Avery.
It was Deb and our friendship. I liked her a lot and I’d miss her. But it was Avery too. He was so full of himself, so sure he was God’s gift. But he could be so gentle and tender too. And he was pretty damn good in the sack. I liked him even if I couldn’t understand completely why I did. I wasn’t going to tell him that, however.
“You’re an ass,” I said as I played in his chest hair with my fingers.
“And you like it,” he replied. I touched his cheek, turned his head and kissed him.
“Yes, I do, cowboy. Yes, I do,” I told him. I lay my head down again on his chest, sure he couldn’t see my face, and smiled to myself.
“Ha, I knew it,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up,” was all I said and snuggled closer. I was even more confused by my feelings but for some reason, it felt good.
>>O<<
Weeks passed and Avery and I continued our affair. I suspect it was common knowledge around the ranch that we were sleeping together but cowboys had a sense of chivalry. No one said a word even though Avery had all but moved out of the bunkhouse and into my bedroom. As promised, he showed me the Vermillion Ranch and taught me how to ride. We also explored our desires as often as we could and I was surprised at the things I was willing to do with the sexy cowboy.
But as time went on, I watched my savings grow. Without anything to really spend my wages on, soon I had enough to get myself back to Seattle, rent an apartment and resume my old life. All I needed was a job. I kept telling myself I would look online but I somehow never managed to find the time. Maybe I didn’t want to find the time. I was enjoying my new life here even though I still had it in my head that I was going to leave.
As I worked one day, most of the cowboys were out on the range tending to cowboy chores, I got a call. Since the ranch phone was an old princess model, I never knew who was calling. I’m surprised they didn’t have a rotary dial phone. I picked up, “Vermillion Ranch, Brenda speaking.”
“Hello
, Brenda. I hope you remember me. This is Gloria Ferguson from Harper Fixtures and Lighting,” the women replied.
“Oh, hello, Gloria. Of course, I remember you. Earl is out on the range and won’t...,” I began to reply but she stopped me. I assumed she was calling her brother-in-law for some reason.
“I called to speak to you, Brenda,” Gloria told me.
“Oh, what can I do for you?” I asked. It never occurred to me she might be calling to offer me a job but she did.
“I told you that if an opening became available, I’d hire you in a second. Well, one of our pregnant employees has decided to be a full-time mom. I want to offer her position to you,” Gloria told me. I was stunned, not expecting it and not prepared for how it made me feel.
“Oh...um...I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting this,” I admitted but that wasn’t entirely accurate. I didn’t expect it but I also found that I was dreading it too.
“I understand. I hate to steal you from Earl but I need you and something tells me you’re looking forward to getting back to civilization,” she said. This was what I was waiting for, or thought I was waiting for anyway. A job was all I needed and I could go back to Seattle. Now I had one sitting in my lap suddenly. I would have thought I’d jump at the chance to go back but I hesitated.
I wanted nothing more than to leave Wyoming and go back to familiar surroundings when I showed up at the Vermillion. I couldn’t see staying here in the middle of nowhere, living on the edge of civilization and the twentieth century. But that was before I got to know the ranch hands and cowboys that worked on the ranch. That was before Stan had become like a father to me and before I’d seen the true beauty of Wyoming. That was before Deb and I had become close friends.
Most importantly, and surprisingly, it was before I fell for Avery. He got under my skin sometimes but I had to admit that I liked it. I liked his rough edges and his spontaneous and wild ways. I liked that he was a man and didn’t apologize for it. I liked that he found me sexy and alluring and that he showed me almost nightly and twice on those special Sundays out on the range. I liked the way he held me and cared for me.
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