I didn't want to go home yet. I wanted to continue our conversation. Then I remembered I hadn’t told Kent the good news. “I forgot to tell you, I got a text from Daddy while you were talking to the nurse. It looks like he has qualified as a guinea pig for a new trial drug. Sally said they had started him on it already but still were adjusting his dosage, so he has to stay one more day.”
I watched a sly smile come over Kent's face when he heard the news about Daddy. Then for some reason, I giggled when I started following behind as he walked toward the cashier. My head was dizzy, and I felt light as a feather. All that interested me was watching Kent's tight, sexy ass standing at the counter, and I had to think twice — I almost reached out to squeeze it. I felt flushed from drinking three beers and from the desire that was building inside me.
When we got outside the door, Kent stumbled when he stepped from the sidewalk into the parking lot. Then he turned toward me and snickered, saying, “Maybe I shouldn’t drive. I don’t think you can drive either." He grinned and pointed across the street at the Holiday Inn Express. "We should check in for the night and drive back to the ranch early in the morning since Sam is still away."
"Yes," I said. Then I giggled and grabbed Kent's arm. "We don't need to get a DWI." Kent stopped and blocked me from opening the truck door with his arms crossed over his chest. I giggled again and started to weave a bit. He grabbed me by my shoulders. Standing tall over me he bent down to kiss me. I rose up on my toes as our lips pressed together. When his tongue slid into my open mouth, I closed my arms to embrace him. His hand slid around and grabbed one cheek of my ass. Then I heard someone yell out at us, "Hey cowboy, go get a room!"
Kent broke our embrace and rested his arms on my shoulders. Then for the second time since our high school days, I heard him laugh. "Sounds like a great idea to me!" The guy looked over at us, tipped his Stetson, and gave us the thumbs-up sign.
Kent got in, and before starting the truck, he pushed the button on the glove box. Reaching inside, he sifted through several papers and pulled out three condoms. Sliding them into his pocket he smiled, and said, “This cowboy is prepared to ride.”
Moments later we were in the elevator at the hotel on our way up to our third-floor room. Just as the door swung open Kent grinned. Then he picked me up and bent me over his shoulder. I squealing and giggled as he walked down the hall and stopped in front of room 345. After inserting the card into the lock, he looked down the hall both ways, ensuring no one was watching. Then he swatted my butt sticking up in the air and brushed his fingers over my pussy.
When we reached the king-sized bed, he lay me down on it and gently fell over me, wedging his thigh between my legs. “Rachel, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear. “Please let me make love to you the way you deserve it!”
“I’d like, that,” I said, and thought how nerdy that must have sounded. I should have said something more exciting. I watched as Kent hooked his thumbs under his belt buckle and glanced down at the bulge in his jeans straining against his zipper. I batted my eyelashes and softened my voice to a sexy whisper, “Yes, Kent I want you to fuck me and then hold me in your arms.”
Proud that I had been a bit more creative, I stood up and ran my hands over my breasts, caressing them. Then watching Kent watch me, I undid my western shirt, one snap at a time. He licked his lips as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, exposing my black bikini panties that matched my bra.
“Good, I want this to be better than the last time,” Kent said, stepping closer to me. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. “You’re making me so fucking horny, Rachel. I want to have you right now!”
In moments Kent’s clothes were laying on the floor, and I noticed his hard cock was larger than I had remembered — a horney girl’s dream. It was at least nine inches long, surrounded by a ring of light brown pubes, and the vein along the side was throbbing. My mouth was watering to taste him, so I ran my tongue over the slit at the tip of his cock.
Kent stood back and started stroking himself as he watched me unfasten my bra. When my breasts bounced free, he stopped. Then he took my nipples and rolled them between his finger and thumb, sending electric sparks through my body. I moaned as his mouth covered mine. I wanted him to bury his cock inside my dripping wet pussy. But I also wanted the moment to last a while, not knowing if we would ever get the chance again — Kent was so unpredictable.
Then he pulled me close and ran his hand down my back and squeezed my ass cheeks. “Rachel, you’ve got to know. I have always loved your ass.” I giggled as he pushed me back away just enough so he could start working his fingers under the black, thin, fabric covering my mound and wet sticky folds. I pressed against his hand, wanting more. Then he hooked his finger around the elastic band that ran over my hip and pulled my bikini panties to the floor.
He got down on his knees and buried his nose into my pubes and began lapping his tongue over my slit. I opened my legs to give him more access to my horny hole, and in response, he moaned and pressed his mouth harder against my sensitive sex.
After running my fingers through his hair, I opened my pussy lips, exposing my soft pinkness. I heard Kent mutter, “Holy fuck, I love the taste of you, girl!” Then he gently pushed me down on the bed.
He kneeled beside the bed and pressed my thighs open and started parting my pussy lips. I groaned as his tongue fucked my hole while I tugged at my hard nipples. His beard brushed against folds. He was tantalizing me. I spread my legs wider, hoping he was going to finger fuck me, but instead, he pushed my lips back, exposing my sensitive clit.
He placed his mouth over my nub as I guided his head where I wanted it. He looked up at me with his green eyes and grinned, “You have the most beautiful pink clit hood.” Then he lowered his head and nibbled at it, causing my juices to flood over his mouth. I started rocking my hips as I twisted his hair between my fingers, knowing he was about to send me over the edge.
“Not yet,” Kent whispered. “Let’s make this moment last.” So we slid up and laid our heads on the pillows. Then he rolled on his side and put one leg between my legs, pressing his thigh against my wetness.
Kent’s kiss was soft and tender; his tongue swirled around my swollen lips and into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue like I wanted to suck his cock, and he moaned and pressed his body closer.
As his fingers brushed over my mound, I figured it was my moment to repay him for his oral pleasure, so I grabbed his hand, and said, “It’s my turn. I want your cock in my mouth.”
He grinned, lay back, and spread his legs. While I was circling his cock head with my tongue, I reached down and gave his balls a soft squeeze. Kent bucked and gripped the sides of my head, pressing himself deeper into my mouth. I could taste his salty juices, and it made my pussy wetter.
The air was thick with our combined scents, and I was about to cum just giving Kent a head job. He must have sensed I needed more so he pulled out and motioned for me to turn around. For a moment I was confused. Then I realized he wanted me in the 69 position. So I giggled and straddled his face as I ran my tongue along his shaft.
I know I came twice for him while he licked my clit and fucked my pussy with two fingers. Then all of a sudden he flipped me over and turned around, smothering me with kisses. He ran his tongue down the side of my throat, licking away my perspiration. When he got to my tits, he used his tongue to trace one of my nipples.
After a moment he peered up at me with his sparkling green eyes, and said, “I noticed one of your hot spots is squeezing your big brown nipples. Am I right?” Before I could even nod my head, he was tugging hard at one and nipping at the other.
I couldn’t take it any longer, so I yelled, “Oh my God, I’m cumin.” I arched back as the orgasm was building deep inside my core. A moment later I felt his fingers inside me. While he was still nipping one nipple, he was also skillfully massaged my g-shot. I tilted my head back and parted my lips and pressed my pussy against his hand. Then it felt like I w
as peeing on myself when my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I begged Kent to stop — but he knew better.
I felt the bed was wet under my hips as his fingers kept working their magic when he whispered, “Give it to me Rachel, let me have all your sweetness, cause after you think your hot pussy is finished I’m going to fuck you and make you cum again.”
I whimpered. “I can’t. I’m already done.”
Kent grinned, and said, “No you’re not!” as he reached down and retrieved a condom out of his jeans pocket. I watched him roll it over his hardness, thankful he had come prepared — I hadn’t thought about protection at all!
He lowered his body over me. His tongue was in my mouth as his shaft stretched open the pulsing walls of my pussy. I shuttered as he filled me up until his cock head was pressing into my cervix. I could feel my pussy gripping his meaty shaft. He was right; I still had more to give him.
“Fuck me hard, Kent,” I mumbled. Using my hands, I gripped my knees to open my hungry pussy wider.
“Yes, ma’am,” Kent said, his voice was deep and breathy. He pressed his hands against the bed, rising up over me, holding his shaft in me for a second like he was going to do push-ups. Then he thrust me slowly for a moment, teasing me and enjoying every minute.
As he began building to a climax, his pumps came deeper and harder. I dug my heels into his ass, prodding him like a stallion, matching each of his strokes. He began fucking me so hard his cock was jarring my body while I moaned and bit my lip. My tits were bouncing with each of Kent’s strokes.
Kent tilted his head back, just like he had done back in the tack room — like he was going to howl. That was my signal he was ready to explode inside me, so I helped myself along. While my hole was filled to the max, I pulled back the hood over my clit and fingered my sensitive hot nub. Just as the walls of my slippery pussy clenched down on Kent’s manhood, I heard him grunt, and his cock started pulsating spilling his seed inside the condom.
For one brief moment, Kent Walker and I were one, frozen in time, panting and pulsing together. As our orgasms subsided, Kent pulled out, and we rolled onto our sides. We fell asleep spooning with Kent’s arm around my waist. The next thing I knew when I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand it was eight in the next morning. I leaned over and whispered in Kent’s ear. “Rise and shine cowboy. Time to go feed the horses.”
Chapter 14
Kent
It had been two weeks since Sam had returned from Cheyenne. The new medication had made a big difference — his improvement was remarkable. He began walking without his cane and within a few days started driving again. Rachel and Sally called it a little miracle, and I agreed with them.
About a week ago he started following Rachel and me around in his jeep, watching while we did our work. Honestly, sometimes he was a pain in the ass, never giving us a moment to ourselves. Well, maybe it was a good thing. If left up to our own devices we would have been busy, but not with the work Sam was paying me to do.
After lunch, Rachel stayed behind while Sam and I got to work repairing the broken fence, and I listened while he reminisced about his rodeo days. He even rolled up his sleeve and showed me a large scar on his forearm and explained how once his arm got caught in the rope when he fell off a bucking bronco. He told me how he thought he was going to die as that crazy horse dragged him around the arena until the clowns came to rescue him.
I thought about telling Sam about Marcus, but then he might put two and two together and find out I had PTSD — a good excuse to fire me. I figured he’d be afraid I’d do something bizarre. So I decided not to bring up any of my war stories.
When we got back to the house, I looked for Rachel and found her sitting on the swing in the backyard between the house and the stable, reading a book. I stood for a moment and admired her. The curves of her slender neck were delicate and graceful. A few strands of dark hair had escaped her loose ponytail and brushed against her cheek. Fuck…she was sexier than ever!
When I couldn't stand it any longer, I peered around to see if Sam was nearby. Since he wasn’t, I figured he was still tinkering in the machine barn. So I slipped up behind Rachel and bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. I chuckled when she gasped. Then she swatted my arm, and said, "I can’t believe I was so engrossed in my book I let you sneak up on me like that."
I moved the book so I could see what she was reading. At first, I was going to tease her, but when I saw it was A Veterinary Guide to Horse Breeding I nodded my head toward the stable, and asked, “Anything in there I should know?”
“Probably, but I just started reading it today,” Rachel said, as she tossed her book on the ground and patted the wooden seat, gesturing for me to sit there. “I’ve been missing you. I haven’t seen you all afternoon. I'm sure glad Daddy is doing so much better.” I nodded. Then she wrapped her arms around me. Her lips touched mine for a quick kiss while Sam was still out of sight.
I took her hand in mine. “I’m trying to get everything out of the way so we can go for a drive tonight.”
Rachel's eyes got wide. "Drive where?"
“We can eat at the tavern next to the campground there in Meeteetse. Then we can stop by my place. I want you to see my trailer. Maybe we can take it and go camping sometime.”
"I can't wait to see where you live. I've been past there, and I know the tavern you are talking about. It sits right beside the river."
I nodded my head in agreement. But my mind was being distracted by the ache that was building in my groin. It had been almost two weeks since we had made love, and I needed her sweet arms around me again.
Since I had confided in her about Marcus, my anxiety level was improving, and my fits of anger were subsiding. Just being around Rachel was worth a hundred counseling sessions offered at the VA clinic and all the damn pills in the world.
Rachel's eyes reminded me of an excited child, when she said, “Our first post-graduation date!” I could see that she was just as happy as I was. I always knew we were right for each other. But I still wasn't sure if she felt that way too, and I didn't want to risk ruining our renewed relationship by asking. I decided to take the 'wait and see' attitude toward the situation — and keep my fingers crossed.
“And what will we tell your dad?” I asked, arching my eyebrows at her. I didn't think Sam had any idea that Rachel and I were more than co-workers. But he was a wise man, and selling Sam short could be a mistake.
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and let out a relaxed sigh. “I think we should be honest with him. There’s no point in hiding it, is there?” she asked.
He seemed to appreciate the work I'd been doing, but I didn't see him accepting me as the man for his daughter. So I laughed and tried to joke about the situation even though inside my heart was pounding. "Maybe I should ask permission before taking you out tonight.”
Rachel squeezed my hand and laughed out loud, "I think it's a bit too late for that. And anyway, he knows we went out in high school, so it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots."
When I tried to wrap my arms around her again, she smirked, and said, “Our break is over…Time to get back to work. You help Daddy, and I’ll go feed the horses.” About that time Sam came out of the machine barn and started walking toward us. He didn't seem shocked that I was sitting by Rachel on the swing, talking. He motioned for me to follow him into the house.
As I made my way along behind him, my mind was racing, working to come up with the right words to tell Sam I was in love with his daughter. I was thinking what I should say. “I fell in love with Rachel in high school.” No, that would sound immature. What about — “Do you mind if I take her out for a ride?” No, that seemed too old-fashioned.
By the time I decided maybe it was best to let Rachel tell him what she wanted him to know, Sam pointed to the same chair that I had sat in for my initial interview and gestured for me to sit down. Instead of sitting in his recliner, this time he stood in front of his massive oak desk. He seemed so different, eve
n looked younger, when he smiled, and said, “Kent! I have an idea.” His voice cut through my thoughts and startled me for a moment. I was panicking, wondering what was so important that I had to work to control my breathing.
"Yes, sir."
"I need to run something by you. But first, I want to thank you for the way you've stepped up and helped Rachel around here. Especially since I was in Cheyenne after that damn storm!”
I put my elbows on my thighs and clasped my hands together, "My pleasure, sir, I was just glad nothing serious happened and all the horses were okay.”
Sam leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arms over his thick chest. Clearing his throat, he said, "I've been thinking, and since God seems to be giving me a second chance at life, I’m almost ready to get back to doing some of my old work routines — but I know I’ll never be able to do it alone. So I would like to promote you to head ranch hand and hire more help if we have to.”
I nodded my head, but something told me that wasn’t all, so I held my breath for a moment while Sam continued. “And I haven't told Rachel yet — I wanted to make sure you were on board before I give her the good news. I wrote away to Barnard College in New York City and explained her situation, and they have agreed to accept her as a provisional student."
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