by Adele Hart
Gone are the pigtails and in their place is a head full of flowing blonde curls that fall over her shoulders and sit on top of her full breasts. A body that once could only be described as two-by-four straight, now has the curves of an hourglass that her jeans and T-shirt hug lovingly. Big breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and thighs I'm certain will feel plush against my pounding hips.
Nope. Elizabeth Hawkins is no longer a little girl. She is a woman, and what she doesn’t know is she’s mine.
My hand finds its way under the towel. I let the terry cloth fall to the cement floor and grip my cock tight. Making my way back under the shower head, I turn the water back on and stroke myself. Only this time, I close my eyes and see Ellie’s face. It’s her lips wrapped around my dick, and instead of my palm pulling and squeezing, it’s her tongue licking and sucking until I find my release.
Oh Ellie, you have no idea what’s in store for you.
I pick a dozen wildflowers on my way to the main house. Mostly daisies and a couple of smaller sunflowers. I like them best because they remind me of Ellie. When she was a teen, she loved them, and I often left one for her in the tack room. Who knows if she knew it was me. All I knew was that she loved them and making her smile was my reward. Back then we were four years apart which seemed like a canyon to cross, so I stayed on my side and watched her grow up from a distance. Now she’s twenty-three and I’m twenty-seven. The age difference is negligible.
I knock three times when I arrive at the main house, and Mrs. Hawkins swings the door wide. “You don’t have to knock, Cooper, you’re like family. Come on in. Ellie’s dying to see you.”
I suppress the laugh that’s threatening to burst free. Ellie already saw me. All of me. “I can’t wait to see her.” All of her, naked, and underneath me sweating and moaning until she falls apart in my arms.
Mrs. Hawkins looks down at the flowers. “That is so thoughtful. There’s tea in the kitchen and a mason jar you can put those flowers in.”
I walk past her to the big open kitchen and hear her calling for Elli to come and see me. Will she come down right away? In front of her family, will she be so brazen? Or will she resort back to the innocent I’d left behind when I went to Brazil four years ago?
She floats into the room in a sundress the color of the flowers I picked on my way. I pull the biggest sunflower from the bunch and hand it to her.
She smells the bloom. “Thank you. I love these flowers.” Her fingertips brush the velvety petals.
“I know.” I lean in and kiss her cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary. She smells like the night blooming jasmine that crawls up the trellis outside my front door. “You smell like dessert,” I whisper before I pull away.
A rose-red blush blooms across her cheeks. She grabs for the mason jar that her mother mentioned and slides into a stool at the island before arranging the stems.
“When did you get here?”
I pull out the stool next to her and sit, making sure my thigh runs the length of hers. “I just came today.” It is no mistake that I emphasized that word and when her eyes race from my face to my crotch, I know she got it.
“I mean…” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“I know what you mean.” I pull a few flowers from the pile and snap the stems in half so they will fit nicely in the jar. “I got back to Wyoming last week. I purchased some of your brother’s cattle and we herded the first batch to my ranch today.”
Her eyes light up. “So, you’re staying?”
We reach for the same flower and my hand folds over hers. “I’m all in, sweetheart.”
Just then, Mrs. Hawkins walks into the kitchen and Ellie jumps from her seat like she’s been burned. “Did you see the flowers Cooper brought?” She takes the long way around the island to set the flowers onto the table. It is the longest table I’ve ever seen. Long enough to lay Ellie on and feast on her for hours. My dick twitches in my pants and I know I have to keep those thoughts out of my head until we’re alone.
Showing all of me to Ellie is a different experience than showing all of me to the rest of the Hawkins family.
Her mom walks by me and ruffles my hair the way she always did when I was a boy. “He’s a good boy,” she says.
“Hardly a boy, Mom.” Ellie walks to the other side of the island and leans over, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage. So this is how she wants to play it. A little innocence. A lot of sexy.
“You know what I mean. I’ll always see you two as kids.” She sees the empty cup in front of me. “Pour the boy a glass of tea, Ellie. Where are your manners?”
She wraps her fingers around the glass, and I can’t take my eyes off the way she grips it. “I’m pretty sure Cooper can figure it out. He seems like the kind of man who knows how to get what he wants.” She dips the pitcher enough to create a waterfall of tea and pulls it upright before it overflows. “Am I right?” she asks as she slides the glass across the counter.
My fingers skim hers. “Absolutely.” I stare at her, hoping my eyes say everything my mouth cannot, due to her mom’s proximity.
“What about you, Ellie? Now that you’re back from college, what are your plans?” I pull the tea to my lips. Funny how she stares at my lips, the same way she used to stare at me when I stacked hay bales. The same way she stared at me in the showers today. Like she wants to eat me, and I’m totally on board.
“Oh, I thought I’d flirt with the idea of trying someone… I mean something new. Like getting a job.”
A deep laugh rumbles in my chest. “Accounting right?” I rise from the stool and walk over to her side of the island and lean my body into hers so we are once again touching. The sizzle that races through me can’t be chalked up to anything but pure animalistic desire.
“Take your tea outside. You’re crowding my kitchen.” Ellie’s mom, Amy, plops two loaves of bread on the counter and slathers it with garlic and butter.
I fill my glass and another for Ellie and lead her onto the big wooden deck that overlooks acres of prime grazing land.
Once we’re alone and out of sight, I sit the drinks on the table and push her toward the rail, pinning her between my arms. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Am I?” She walks her fingers up my shirt and flattens her palms on my chest.
I love the way my muscles tense and tingle with her touch. The way my heart pounds against my chest cavity. Years ago, she warmed my heart with the little doodles she wrote and left behind. “You have never been far from my thoughts.” I look behind me to make sure we can’t be seen before I nip at her bottom lip.
She runs her hands up my chest to wrap around my neck. “You’ve consumed mine.” She pulls me down and covers my mouth with hers. The kiss is hot and desperate and I can’t resist taking a taste of what she’s offering.
I lean back and look down at her beautiful face. “This only ends one way, Ellie.”
She looks up at me with eyes the color of new-bloomed clover. “How’s that Cooper? How will this end?”
With my lips whispering against her ear I say, “With my cock buried inside your tight pussy and you screaming my name.”
Her body shivers against mine. “What if I’m not a screamer?”
“Oh, you’ll scream.” I nip at the lobe of her ear. “I can hardly wait.”
She ducks under my arms and walks toward the tea on the table. “You’ll have to.” The screen door pops open. “Hi, Daddy.” She tiptoes up and places a kiss on her father’s cheek. “How was your day?”
The next hour is pure torture. Ellie sits next to me. The smell of her eases into my cells and grips my dick from the inside out. We talk about driving the cattle to my ranch. About life in Brazil. About Brent taking over the Hawkins ranch.
“I saw your truck over near the foreman’s cabin. The only thing turned on over there is the water.”
Ellie stiffens a bit, and I want to laugh. “I used the showers today but noticed the electricity wasn’t connected. Since I’m staying
here for a few days, what do I need to do to hook it up?”
“Unless you’re an electrician, there’s not much you can do. The last storm caused that big oak behind the house to fall and the line was severed.” Ellie’s dad looks toward the stairs. “You can take Brent’s old room upstairs unless you want to bunk with Brent.”
“Jeez Tom, you can’t like Cooper much if you're suggesting he stay at Brent’s.” Amy crumples up a napkin and tosses it at her husband. “Our son may live on his own, but he’s still got the hygiene of a twelve-year-old.” She looks at Cooper. “You stay in Brent’s room.”
“Thank you.” I risk a quick glance at Ellie who has her poker face pasted on but under the table her knee bobs up and down until I place my hand on it. “It’ll be nice to spend some quality time with all of you.”
Amy pushes away from the table and stands. “It’s settled then, you're sleeping next to Ellie. I mean in the room next to Ellie. How about dessert?”
I let my hand drift up Ellie’s inner thigh. Her skin is as soft as velvet. Back and forth I skim the sensitive skin at the edge of her dress. “Dessert sounds amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it all day long.” My fingers dare to dance beneath the fabric and her thighs clamp shut, trapping my hand just as I reach her treasure box.
“Ellie helped make the pie.” Amy says as she places the pie plate on the table. “You will love her pie.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind.” I wiggle my hand and she relaxes her grip, letting my fingers trace the near soaked swatch of her panties.
Regrettably, I am forced to pull my hand from between her legs when Amy passes a piece of pie my way. One glance around the table and I know only one person has picked up the double entendre of the evening.
Tom and Brent are in deep conversation about the cattle while Amy disappears into the kitchen to find the whipped cream.
I fork a piece of pie and put it in my mouth.
Ellie turns her body to face me. “How do you like my pie?” She asks, sweetly.
I set down my fork and pull the fingers that recently brushed against her damp panties into my mouth. “Delicious.”
Her mouth drops almost to her chin. Something tells me that Ellie has more sass than practice, but I’ll enjoy teaching her everything she needs to know to please me.
Three
Ellie
After dinner, the boys grab a beer and go out to the deck while Mom and I clean up. Although I would have chafed at the notion that a girl’s place is in the kitchen, I need a little space. Cooper makes my brains turn to mush.
In theory I am getting exactly what I want. I challenged him and he’s responding over and over again. There is no denying his attraction to me or mine to him, but am I ready?
“You seem distracted tonight, honey. Is everything okay.”
I dry the last dish and lean against the counter. “I’m good. Just thinking about what’s next.”
Mom tucks the dishtowel over the oven door handle. “You just got home, you don’t need to know what will happen next.”
Little did she know we are talking about two different subjects, and I know exactly what will happen next. I pined for the man for years, and now he's here and wants me, and I will give him anything he desires.
“Cooper has always been a good-looking boy, but he turned into a fine-looking man.” Mom cranes her neck to peek at the men on the deck. “He will break some hearts around here.”
“God, I hope not.” I reach into the refrigerator, grab myself a beer, and join the men outside.
“So I’ll see you at five.” Brent rises and gives Cooper a one-armed bro hug.
“Five?” I ask. “What has to happen at five that can’t happen at seven?” I take Brent’s vacated seat next to Cooper.
“We’re moving two hundred head of cattle to Coop’s property,” Brent replies.
“You are staying, aren’t you?” I turn to look into Cooper’s eyes. Big pools of blue. Not the normal sky blue that most people have, but the blue found in the shallows off of tropical beaches.
“I told you, I’m in for the count.”
Dad pushes his chair back, the legs scraping against the redwood deck. “Speaking of the count. I’m beat. I’m going down for the count myself. The La-Z Boy is calling me. You young-uns behave yourselves.” He turns to look at me. “You can help Coop get his stuff and show him to his room.” And with that Dad turns and is gone.
Brent trots down the back stairs, and Mom is nowhere to be seen.
“Are you going to help me, Ellie?” He tips back his beer and drains it dry. “I’d really love your help.”
“You’re playing with fire, Cooper.” I repeat his words from earlier.
He takes my hand and pulls me to a standing position. “I am fire, sweetheart.”
I swear he will kiss me but he doesn’t. He threads his fingers through my free hand and pulls me down the stairs toward the foreman’s house.
The tall grass tickles the skin above my boots and I stop a dozen times to scratch at the itchiness.
Cooper stops and squats down with his back to me. “Hop on. I’ll carry you.”
I take a long drink of my beer. “Not a chance cowboy. I’ll break your back.”
He stands and turns toward me. “You had a choice. Now you don’t.” He bends over and gently shoulders my stomach folding me over his back. My ass is in the air with his hands across my bare thighs.
“Put me down.” I wiggle and squirm in his arms but freeze the minute he slaps my ass. “Ouch.”
After the initial sting, his hand goes to work rubbing the sting from my bottom, and I relax in his hold. I tuck my empty beer bottle into one of his back pockets and grip my hand onto his cheek with the other. We are too far from the house to be seen.
“I have a feeling you’re going to be trouble, Ellie.”
“Me?” I say like the statement comes as a surprise.
“Yes, you. But you know what?” He stops his forward motion, shifts me into his arms and lets my body slide down the front of him until my lips are in line with his. His hands are under my dress holding handfuls of my ass.
“What?” The word whispers out in a wisp of a breath.
“I love trouble.” His lips crush down on mine. The kiss is one of deep hunger and passion. I gasp into his mouth when his tongue tangles against mine. We are back in motion, but I pay no attention to the direction we travel. His lips consume me. He licks and tastes every inch of my mouth until hard wood pushes against my back, a soft leather saddle settles between my legs and the smell of soap and leather fills the air. We're in the tack room and it might be my favorite place yet.
“You are in so much trouble.” He turns me so I’m sitting sidesaddle. His hands move up my thighs and with one push he spreads them wide.
“What are you doing?” Would he drop his pants and take me here in the dim, dusty room?
“You promised me dessert?” He drops to his knees in front of me. The last of the day’s sun seeps through the dirt-clouded window and casts a halo above his head. “You promised me a piece of your pie.”
Before I can respond, he pushes my panties aside and runs the flat of his tongue through my slit. “Oh. My. God. I’ve never…”
I lean back and find, with the shift of my position, the wall gone, and I nearly fall off the saddle.
“You won’t be able to say that after tonight.”
Cooper pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. This time I taste myself on his lips and a bolt of heat swirls in my sex.
One-handed, he pulls a saddle blanket from the shelf and tosses it on the ground. In the next second, I’m lying on that blanket and he’s back between my legs, only this time I’ve lost my underwear. I have no idea how they left so fast or where they went, but when his lips press against my clit, I don’t care.
Swirling heat, the nip of his lips at my tender flesh, the long, slow suck inside his mouth makes my legs quiver and my muscles ache in such a delicious way.
He
climbs up my body to kiss me again and I groan. “Did you say never?” His tongue trails the edge of my jaw up to my ear where he pulls the lobe between his teeth and gently bites.
“I’ve had sex but…”
“Never had an orgasm?” His hand cups my breast. My nipples pucker hard like rocks.
Through panting breaths I answer, “No.”
“That’s just criminal.” His mouth moves down my body with little bites, trapping my nipples between the fabric of my dress and his mouth. My dress bunches around my waist. I’m naked down to my boots.
“I agree.” I want to grab his hair and shove his head back between my legs, but I don’t because part of the arousal is the unknown. Part of the excitement is wondering where Cooper will take my body. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I was a teenager.” He lays his head on my belly, and my hands thread through his hair. His dark curls twist around my fingers.
“I’ve been thinking about you since your sweet sixteen and you rode in on the black stallion in that virginal white dress.”
I lift onto my elbows and love the way he looks on my body. “You remember?” I shift my hips trying to assuage the ache still throbbing between my legs.
His fingers slide through my slick folds, tickling and tantalizing my tingling core. “I remember everything, I just couldn’t act. You were too young, but now you're a woman and our age difference won’t send me to jail.” My hips lift when he slides one finger inside me.
“Damn,” he growls, “you will feel so good wrapped around my cock tonight.”
His words. His fingers. His tongue, all work at me. Pulling me. Pushing me. Playing with me. My knees shake. My core tightens. My sex quivers. Heat rises to my neck and then slides down my spine and wraps around my pussy like a vise.
When he pulls that little nub of a thousand nerves into his mouth, I tumble. This time I hold his head in place afraid that every pulse I feel will stop if he moves.
“Cooper,” I call out on the last shudder. My hands fall to my sides and my body melts into the soft saddle blanket.
