by Mia Ford
“How did it go? Find any breaks in the fence?” Dan asks as he approaches Isaac.
“Yeah, two. We fixed them. And you?”
“None,” Dan says as he rides past us. “Time to head back to the ranch,” he calls over his shoulder.
Isaac looks over at me. “Do you think he knew the breaks in the fence were on the left side?”
I manage only to smile instead of laughing. “Have you ever known a cowboy to do work when he can get someone else to do it?”
“Damn him. I bet he stopped in the shade of a cottonwood tree and took a nap.”
I didn’t respond. It was what I would have done when I wanted to make a new hand work a little extra.
“That’s all right, I’ll get him back,” Isaac says as he kicks Buckskin in the sides and rides after Dan. “What goes around comes around, Dan,” he calls out.
Dan lifts his hand to show he’s heard and I can see a crafty smile on his face.
“Hey,” Isaac says as I catch up with him. “Have I told you yet today that you’re sexy?”
“No, you’ve been too busy,” I laugh as I think about the way that Dan conned us both to do his job. I suspected it at first, but I didn’t mind doing it because it meant spending more time with Isaac.
“Well, too busy to tell you, but always thinking it. The thought flashes through my mind every time I see those tits bouncing up and down as we chase a stray.”
“I’ll wear a bra next time,” I say and stick my tongue out at Isaac.
“Fuck! No bra. You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
“And no panties either? Shit, I want to take you to the barn right now!”
Dan turns around, glances at Isaac, and shakes his head. “Too much sun.”
That’s when we both stop talking; we’ve got company. I smile feeling embarrassed that I said those things and Dan must have heard us. I can’t remember having so much fun doing ranch chores. It makes a big difference having Isaac here on the ranch. I know that without him I’ll be doing this alone. Even Dan keeps his distance from me most of the time. Probably worried that everyone would think that I have a thing for older men.
“I think I’ll soak in a warm bath tonight,” Isaac says when we get in sight of the ranch. “Not a shower and not alone.”
I’m thinking the same thing but with him in the shower with me, but I don’t bother to tell him my version. He seems horny enough without my fanning the fire.
“Is that an open invitation?”
Isaac laughs, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“See you on the flip side,” I say as I split off and lead Autumn to her stall because now I don’t want to wait. I only want to see.
“Not if I see you first,” he calls out.
I can’t take my mind off Isaac as I feed and water Autumn. I keep remembering the hot sex we had in his apartment the first night. And then the steamy double dipping the next morning, especially when I followed him into the shower.
God, I’m wet between the legs thinking of him.
I was just finishing up brushing out Autumn’s tail when Isaac suddenly appeared in the door
”I hope you didn’t short change Buckskin,” I say glancing up at him leaning against the frame of the door, half in and half out.
“I didn’t, and I don’t want to short-change you either,” he says as he walks into Autumn’s stall, smiling. I can see the bulge in the crotch of his jean is bigger than it should be. He grabs my shoulder and turns me around to face him. I start to say something witty, but he leans forward and covers my mouth with his. Our tongue meet with electrifying results.
We both begin stripping as we continue to kiss. The sight of his huge semi-hard cock really start my wetness starts growing in between my legs. I flinch when Autumn turns her head and looks at me with her big brown eyes as though I’m doing something I shouldn’t be doing and she likes it.
“Don’t mind Autumn, she understands mother nature,” Isaac says seeing me staring back at her.
“What if your Neil comes out to check on us?” I say glancing nervously from Autumn to the door of the stall.
“No, he’s probably sitting in front of the television watching In the Heat of the Night like every other senior in the state of Texas is doing about now,” Isaac says, knowing that Neil would never be caught dead looking at afternoon television shows.
I shake my head and roll my eyes, that is until his lips touch my left nipple. I moan as he sucks on it like a newborn baby.
“Bite it gently like you did in your apartment,” I tell Isaac in a breathy voice as he kicks my motor into high gear.
Isaac clamps his teeth onto my nipple
I scream so loud I fear Neil might rush out to investigate. I’m at that point of no return. Come hell or high water; I want Isaac to finish what he started.
As Isaac sucks and nibbles, I feel him reaching down between my legs to slide his fingers into my moist pussy. I am no longer a virgin, but I am still virgin tight. I go wild the moment his finger finds my clit. He pinches it, and I cry out again as I start hunching his fingers like a bitch in heat. But I’m so deep in lust that I don’t feel any shame. I’m leaking. His finger is getting slippery with each stroke.
Isaac knows this too as he suddenly kneels in front of me. I glance down in time to see him press his face against my crotch. A loud gasp escapes my lips as he pushed his warm tongue into my pussy. I almost faint when his tongue touches my clit so powerful are the little electric shocks that radiate pleasure, no longer pain.
“Isaac””
I’m so out of my mind I don’t know what I am doing. He starts sucking on me, and I’m almost overpowered with ecstasy. I grab Isaac’s head and hold it in place as I hunch my pussy against his face. I don’t know how he can possibly keep his tongue inside me with my hips gyrating. He keeps tonguing me. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure that I’m ready to push him away.
He kisses me, and all I can think about is him fucking me. When he breaks our embrace, I think this is it. Instead he puts his hands on my shoulder and forces me down to my knees.
Seeing his huge throbbing cock, I stretch my mouth around the head, sucking it, but Isaac pulls me away. He wants me to take in more of his cock. I glance up into his eyes as I swallow more of his cock. He wants me to take it all, and I’m going to do it. He gave me pleasure, and now it’s my turn to give it back. I force myself to keep swallowing inch after inch. I suddenly can’t breathe, yet I don’t stop. Only when I feel his pubic hairs against my lips do I pull my head back.
“Damn!”
He moves his cock away and guides it towards my pussy. He has me so hot that I feel as if I’m going to melt away in a pool of pleasure.
The moment the head of his cock finds the lips of my pussy, he spears his massive erection into me. I gasp as it plunges to the depths of my pleasure hole. Then, as he fucks me with brutal strokes, I call his name repeatedly, like a broken record.
It doesn’t take long for me to come, as Isaac continues to pump his fat cock. I suddenly don’t know night from the day as I feel his come exploding inside me. I feel totally connected to Isaac as he kisses me before pulling out his now come-dripping cock. The one that I love to hold, suck and have deep inside of me.
“That was worth waiting for,” Isaac growls as we lie naked in the hay.
I turn to kiss him and purr, “You’re more than I could ever dream off in a man and more.”
He says nothing as he turns me to hold him. I wrap my arms around him, and I can feel his heart beat quicken. As if I said something wrong, I couldn’t have done, because he’s been after me all morning. Seducing me with his words. He can’t deny how he feels about me. Not after all this, not after right now.
Chapter 13
Isaac
Later on, I go into the house to clean up, and Olivia goes to the cottage, I could have stayed in the barn forever. But then I knew that if I did, with her in my arms, I would tell her the truth about Dede, and ther
e were a time and place for everything and after I spent all morning talking about taking her in the barn. That just wasn’t the place to do it.
“Where are you going, Isaac? Olivia asks as I walk into the kitchen.
“To the barn to polish my saddle.”
“Wow, you are quite the cowboy now, keeping your leather polished as if you were going to ride in a rodeo.”
“Good, idea,” I say as I grab Olivia around the waist and plant a kiss on her neck.
“Don’t! Neil might walk in,” Olivia says pulling free.
“He’ll be happy that we’re getting on so well.”
“Maybe,” she hesitates for a minute. “But there’s a time and place for everything and when I’m getting cookies ready to go in the oven is not one of those times.”
“Which are you, Dale Evens or Autumn Crooker?”
“Neither. I’m Olivia! One of a kind,” she laughs, “But I don’t want him to think that I’m with you for you not what.”
I love the way that she’s so innocent and the idea of granddad seeing her as anything but innocent is something that I just need to accept.
“Besides where is he? I haven’t seen him since this morning. I hope that he’s okay?”
Olivia frowned. “It’s hard to tell. I don’t see much difference in him that last few months then when I first arrived. The thing is…I keep thinking his doctors might have overlooked something.”
“What do you mean?”
Because he hasn’t even told me what’s wrong with him. “Olivia maybe he’s told you what’s wrong with him. He tried but I shut him up, I couldn’t bear hearing about his illness. It was selfish of me, and I need to seek to help him. Especially if he only has a few weeks to live.”
She shakes her head, “I have no idea. I just know that I wouldn’t leave any stone unturned if I were in his shoes. We need to find out what’s wrong with him. So, that we can help him, Isaac. He’s like a father to me, Isaac.”
“I know, I know.” What else is there to say? I can’t stop him from dying if he’s terminal. Nobody can.”
I’m holding her in my arms trying to comfort her, but she’s sobbing and getting emotional. I decide that we need to get to the bottom of this illness and then try and figure out how to help him.
“Look, I’ll leave Autumn Crooker to her cookies and then when I get back we’ll figure what to do with Granddad. I’ll insist that we all go to see his doctor’s together or something? I’ll think of something. Okay?” I quickly give Olivia a peck on the cheek.
She winks at me and then says, “And then after that, I want a real kiss.”
“Frankenstein’s created a monster,” I say as I give Olivia a pat on her butt before running for the door.
“You better run, Cowboy, before I swat you with a cookie-dough spoon!”
I laugh as I walk across the lawn. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I was going to be this happy, I would have spit on their face. Damn how fast the world turns!
As I enter the tack room, I remember the first time I tried to polish a saddle. I must have been five. I put saddle soap all over my pony’s and then ran and got Granddad to look at it, but he just laughed so much that he started to cry. I remember looking for Grandma, knowing that she’ll make me feel better.
I shake my head thinking about all the memories. I was in a good mood and didn’t want to spoil it by drudging up things I didn’t want to think about. There’s no way that I’m going to let Granddad die, not if I can help it. I’ll work with the doctor’s and he’s going to be alright. I’m sure about it. As Olivia said, he hasn’t been sick, not since I’ve been here and she hasn’t noticed the change. Not like Grandma, she didn’t even have to tell her that she was dying. It was written all over her face.
Before I start on Buckskin’s saddle, I take a quick peek at the one that belongs to Autumn. It was spotless and as shiny as if it had just come out of the store. I’m putting the final polish on the silver trimming when I see movement and glance toward the door.
“There you are, Isaac,” Granddad says as he enters the tack room.
“You found me. There no hiding from you,” I say and smile.
“I just wanted to tell you how proud I am about what you’re doing. You’ve pitched in and done everything asked of you. And thanks to you and Olivia the ranch’s running smooth as silk again.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I should be thanking you for insisting that I come and spend three months on the ranch.”
“Well, what’s the verdict?”
I smile. “You mean you have to ask after seeing how we enjoy each other’s company,” I sound like a lovesick teenager and I don’t care for the first time in three years I feel alive again.
“She makes me feel alive as if I’ve been dead for the last two years. Shit, she’s everything that a man can want and more. But we’re still getting to know each other. You know it’s not as if I’m going to put a ring on her finger tomorrow or anything, but there’s a potentiality that I’ll do that in time.”
I want to put him in place, let him know that I’m happy to be with her, but I’m not going to run down the aisle with her because he says I need to do it now.
“Well, I’m going to keep my part of the bargain. If you marry Olivia, I’ll leave everything to you.” He pauses. “And I don’t have very long left. My health is declining rapidly. I don’t want to rush things between the two of you, but when do you think you ask her to marry you?”
“Never!”
Olivia blurts out as she’s standing in the door of the tack room. I glance in horror at granddad. His face is as pale as a full moon.
“I heard every word about your deal! How could you, Neil!” she cries out looking directly at Granddad. “I trusted you. Loved you like a father. And here you are trying to marry me off to Isaac as though I didn’t have a say in the matter. I feel so . . . so used.”
“Olivia, calm down. It’s not as bad as it sounds,” I say but when I see her flashing green eyes, I know my words are rolling off her like water off a duck’s back. “I fell in love with you. That’s all that matters.”
“Oh no, Isaac, it’s much more than that. It’s about trust. It about not being a pawn in some rich man’s chess game of life,” she says shaking her head “I feel violated! You two used me.”
She glances at Granddad. “Neil tell me one thing. Just how long have you been planning on forcing Isaac and I together? How long?”
“I knew you could make him snap out of the downward spiral he was in at the time,” Granddad says weakly, and then I realize what’s upsetting Olivia the most.
“How long?”
She demands, I didn’t think that there was an angry bone in her body. Now I can see that it exists, and it’s fucking frightening, but I don’t blame her. She’s been used, but I wonder like she does, how much.
“Two years,” he whispers.
“So when you helped me after my parents died, you had all this in mind.”
Granddad blurts out, “Yes.”
“How many other schemes did you try on Isaac to get him where you thought he should be?” she asks him as she stands in front of him. The tears are streaming down her eyes, and I wish that I could comfort her. Tell her that I knew nothing about this, but part of me is curious about how far he’ll go to help me.
“Olivia, lighten up on him. He’s just trying to help the two people he loves most. He wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to get us together if he didn’t love both of us. And he’s a sick man.”
“No!” Olivia says shaking her head. “I’m not going to lighten up. He should have been honest with me from the start and so should of you,” Olivia snaps, “Don’t be so naive Isaac, do you believe that he’s sick?”
Shit, I hadn’t even thought about that. Granddad wouldn’t stoop so low to make out that he’s dying just to get us together. I’ve seen nearly every family member die; he wouldn’t lie to me about dying.
“Don’t be silly;
he wouldn’t lie about dying. Not after what I’ve been through. First my parents, then Dede. That’s when I melted and couldn’t get back up again.”
“Who the fuck is Dede?” Olivia says, and I know that she’s mad. She cusses not ever.
“She was Isaac’s fiancee, she reminds me of you in a way,” Granddad says as he’s trying to comfort Olivia, but with her arms folded he’s going to have to do a lot more than apologies.
“Isaac used to work twenty-four seven. He loved Dede, but that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted his attention. She had a heart condition,” Granddad pauses as he relives my painful past.
I nod my head confirming that it’s fine for him to tell Olivia the truth. The one that I’ve kept hidden from her and I should have just told her from the start.
“She stopped taking the pill. Hoping that if she was pregnant and we had a family that our two-year engagement would turn into a marriage,” I say as a tear escapes my eye.
“Did it work?”
I shake my head, “No, even worse she was told about the risks of getting pregnant. She was seven months when they rushed her to the hospital. I lost not only her but my baby boy at the same time.”
“And that’s when you started to drink?”
Olivia asks as if she’s trying to put all the pieces together.
“Yes.”
“The girl in the photo. The one on the wall in your apartment.”
I nod again, “Yes.”
Olivia sighs, “The one that you still love?”
I’m about to correct her and say that I never thought I could give my heart to another when Granddad says, “Olivia’s right. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Oh fucking hell!”
I’m so fucking mad I know that if I stay in the barn a minute longer, I’ll fucking blow. And he’s going to wish that he never confessed. That’s when I hear Olivia mumble, “The cookies are on the table,” she appears as if every emotion has been taken out of her. She starts to head to the cottage.
I throw down my polishing rag and walk out of the tack room, leaving Granddad alone with the saddles. As I cross the lawn, I see Olivia slowly heading toward the cottage. I want to run after her but don’t.
