“Ah, so my dick’s a prize is it?”
“Sure is,” she said, playfully biting his bottom lip.
He loved the way her hand fit perfectly around his cock. She rubbed his shaft as her fingers brushed his balls. Wow, a woman who didn’t need to be told guys like it when they got some attention. Maybe she’d read about it in one of those magazines he’d read in the waiting area at the hospital.
“I think I better get out of these pants so you can go to work on me,” Callum said.
He lifted his butt and let the jeans slid down his thighs. He maneuvered them over his calves before pulling them across his ankles. He let the jeans fall to the floor and turned back to face Olivia.
“Okay where were we?” he asked.
“I was giving your dick some loving.”
“That’s right you sexy woman.”
She put her hand on his shaft again as he closed his eyes and let her work her magic.
Felt so good. In fact, lots of other women had done this for him but something about Olivia made it more special, more erotic even.
He shuddered and not because she’d done anything bad to him, just the opposite in fact. He was close to coming and he wanted to be inside her when that happened.
“You wet and ready for me?” Callum asked her.
“Why don’t you see for yourself.”
She flopped onto her back and parted her legs. Callum turned on his side and ran his hand down her belly, letting it slid over her mound and onto her folds.
Wet and slick and yes, very ready for him.
“Are you always this excited?” he asked her.
“No, but seeing you, feeling your cock, and knowing what you’re going to do with it, turns me on like I’d never would have believed,” Olivia said.
He pushed his finger inside her allowing Olivia’s arousal to coat it. She was ready for him but he wanted to give her a test of what was to come once he was inside her.
“Relax and enjoy some cowboy loving,” he said.
Her legs jerked as he began to finger fuck her. She grabbed the bed sheet and wrinkled them up in her fists. The muscles of her pussy grew steadily tighter, grabbing onto his finger like it was going to crush it at any minute. Her body shook and then she groaned. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. His finger grew slicker as he pumped her some more. Olivia groaned again and whimpered. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to be inside this sleek gorgeously pink pussy of hers.
He reached across to the table and grabbed a condom. He’d never sheathed himself as quickly as he had today. Soon he was buried deep inside Olivia, thrusting, riding her, taking her hopefully to the place he was about to go, sheer sexual bliss.
*****
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you I was staying at Callum’s house for the night,” Olivia said, when she finally got back to his parent’s place later that day.
“No need to apologize. It’s just Glen and I were worried that maybe…well, Sloan’s explained how it is for women who have been abused and let their partners.”
“That was very thoughtful of you.”
“I can’t imagine what it’s like for you honey but you know you’re safe here with us.”
Olivia nodded. It was the safest she’d felt in a long time. So safe, so together, that she was scared she’d wake up and realize it wasn’t reality and that she was either back with Mark or at the shelter.
“Do you need some help folding the laundry?” she asked Marie.
“Isn’t there anything else you’d rather do?”
“No, and I’ve always enjoyed laundry day.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you were a rancher’s wife. You should see the state of the clothing when it’s muddy and raining and not to mention the smell of horse crap.”
Marie handed her half the batch of laundry and Olivia sat at the table with her.
“Are you from this part of Montana?” Olivia asked her. She wanted to know more about the woman who had produced the magical Callum.
“No, I’m from Butte, all my family had been copper miners there. I came to the valley one day with some friends because we heard about a dance that was being held at the old barn on the edge of town. Rumor had it there was some mighty fine looking men here. They weren’t wrong because I walked through the door and spotted Glen immediately.”
“So it was love at first sight?” asked Olivia.
“Oh yeah. He looked so handsome in his plaid shirt and the cowboy hat that was just a tad too small for that big head of his.”
Olivia laughed.
“He was there because his fiancé had just broken off their engagement and his buddies had dragged him along hoping he’d met someone to forget all about her.”
“And he did, he met you, right?” asked Olivia.
“No, he was adamant he didn’t want to get involved ever again.”
Olivia knew that feeling but then…
“He came to his senses and we got married a year after that barn dance. Callum arrived nine months later.”
“And Callum’s never married.”
“If you’re wondering if he’s like his dad and doesn’t want to get involved, no I think he’s just been waiting for the right woman. We have one divorced son and I think it’s made the rest of my children super cautious which isn’t a bad thing.”
Marie stopped folding the shirts and placed her hand on top of Olivia’s.
“It’s not an easy life, being on a ranch, looking after your cowboy. Callum loves this place, loves the work and that’s who he is and what he does so you have to love it as much as you love him.”
Did his mom know that Callum already had a piece of Olivia’s heart? Was it her subtle way of saying that if Olivia didn’t like this way of life, couldn’t love a cowboy then it wasn’t fair to get involved with her son.
“He’s a sensitive soul. Has been since the day he could walk and talk. I think he feels other people’s pain and that’s probably why he made a bee line for you that day at the shelter.”
“He’s been very kind to me.”
Marie nodded. “Well, I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood for some tea. You want to join me? After that maybe you’d like to go with me and take some coffee and lunch out to the men while they do the vaccinations.”
It didn’t sound like much fun watching that but once again maybe it was Marie’s subtle way of letting Olivia see all that would be involved in living on a ranch and being with a cowboy.
*****
The dress shoes he’d bought for the wedding hurt like hell. Callum limped around in front of the mirror. They looked great with the suit but there was no way he could walk more than a few steps in these fucking things. He had cowboy feet and that required cowboy boots. Or maybe it was the cowboy boots that had given him those type of feet in the first place.
Whatever the cause, he was ditching them and he was going with the cowboy boots. He took off the shoes and reached into the closet for the least dusty pair. He gave them a quick brush over with his hands and slipped them on.
Sheer heaven, practical, comfortable, and they didn’t look half bad with the dark blue suit. He reached for the tie he’d purchased. Last time he’d worn one at been at his grandma’s funeral. He’d turned the house upside down looking for it, but assumed he must have accidently, maybe on purpose tossed it out at some point.
He wasn’t a suit and tie sort of guy but his mom had warned them all to be on their best behavior at the wedding. She didn’t want the Nolans thinking they were a bunch of heathens who didn’t even know how to dress properly for this sort of event.
He stepped back to look at the tie. Perfect match with the suit. Even his grandma would be pleased with his attire. Grandma. How he missed her. He knew he’d been her favorite. He’d always been given the bowl containing the cookie dough to lick clean. The last slice of pie. The new batch of brownies to try before anyone else. Callum smiled just recalling her face and her wrinkled and brown speckled hands as she knitted and crochet.
He wished she was still around and that Olivia could meet her. He knew she would have loved Olivia.
Olivia. He looked at his watch. He had to pick her up in about fifteen minutes and if he didn’t get a move on, he’d be late.
He grabbed his hat and then headed out of the door. He got into the truck, and lucky for him, it was just a short ride over to his folk’s place. He couldn’t wait to see Olivia in the dress she’d been telling him about. He’d begged her to give him a preview but she’d acted like a bride and told him, he’d have to wait until he picked her up.
Callum pulled the truck up on the driveway, got out and hurried up to the door. He went inside and there in front of him was Olivia bending over putting on her shoes.
Would guests at the wedding know he had a hard on? He was pretty sure he’d still have an erection by the time he got to the venue. That round cute ass of hers and the dress, hugged it like it was custom made for her. He coughed. She stood up and turned around.
His heart beat so fast he thought it would jump out of his chest. He took off his hat and held it to the front of suit, although his crotch might have been a better spot.
She’d been right about the dress. It was stunning. All shades of orange and white scalloped patterns that accentuated each and every curve. The white sandals with the strap over the ankle were a perfect match. And there swinging on her ears were what he knew were his mother’s earrings.
“Your mom let me borrow them,” Olivia said, obviously seeing him stare so intently.
He hoped she didn’t think he thought she’d stolen them.
“I’ve always admired those. My dad bought them for their 25th Wedding Anniversary.”
“Yeah, she told me they’d always brought her luck when she’d worn them and I guess I need it for when I start working at the DIY store on Monday.”
“You’ll do just fine. And you look beautiful. You were right about the dress. It’s almost taking my breath away.”
Olivia turned red. Hadn’t she gotten over being uncomfortable around him?
“Here Olivia, I found this wrap for you to wear.”
His mom headed their way with her favorite white shawl.
“I feel so bad that I have to borrow so much stuff from you,” said Olivia.
“They’d only be sitting in the closet so you’re doing them a favor by being seen with them,” said his mom.
She’d always known exactly what to say at the right time. His father had chosen well.
“I was just telling Olivia how stunning she looks. And you too, Mom.”
“And you look very nice too. Although I’m not sure if I approve of the cowboy boots with a suit.”
“My feet aren’t designed for dress shoes and I wouldn’t be able to dance with Olivia,” Callum said.
“He wiggled his way out of that one really well didn’t he?” his mom winked at Olivia.
“Come on woman, are you ready?”
His dad walked out to the living room in his suit, cowboy boots also adorned his feet too.
“Like father like son,” his mom mumbled under her breath.
“I am ready and I want to repeat to both of you, no snarky remarks. This wedding is bound to be bold and brash because that’s how the Nolans like to do stuff, but we will rise above any of their attempts to flaunt their wealth and stick it in our faces. We are the Monroes which means we’re better than that.”
“Yes, ma’am and I couldn’t have said it better myself,” his dad said.
“So long as we’re all on the same page I guess we are ready,” said his mom.
She took his dad’s arm. They were still a couple in love and he hoped when he got to their age, he’d feel the same way about his spouse.
He offered his arm to Olivia. “We’ll follow behind you because I’ve no idea where we’re going,” Callum told his father.
“Some fancy country club on the outskirts of town. Typical Nolan flash no doubt.”
“Glen, what did I tell you?” said his mom.
Callum pulled a face at Olivia making her laugh as both couples went out of the front door and toward their vehicles. He opened the truck door for Olivia and held her hand as she got into the truck. The dress rose up giving him a great view of her thighs. He grew hard yet again. He ran around to the driver’s side and got in, starting the ignition and seeing his father had already headed out on the road that exited the ranch.
“I love your parents. They’re so funny together. And are the Nolans exactly as your dad describes them?”
“Well, he’s known around these parts for the way he can exaggerate things, but yes, the Nolans like to do things in a grand way. I don’t think they do it for any sort of one upmanship or for bragging rights, it’s just in their DNA.”
Callum finally caught up to his father and soon they were heading out of the main section of the valley..
“This area is so beautiful,” said Olivia. “You were very lucky being able to grow up here.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and Kalispell Valley is the best place in the whole state. Some people might disagree with me but that’s how I feel. I’ve never asked you how you decided to come here.”
Olivia didn’t answer for a few seconds and he thought maybe she hadn’t heard him because she was looking out of the window but then she responded.
“It seemed a good place to get away from an abusive man.”
Callum took his right hand off the steering wheel and placed it on Olivia’s knee and squeezed.
“You know you’re safe now, right?”
He wished he hadn’t brought the subject up of why she was in Montana because he wanted this day to be perfect but he’d gone down that road and now he had to make it right.
Olivia turned and looked at him. “I do, I really do.”
Callum saw his dad turning using the indicator on the car to turn left so he did the same.
Valley Spring Country Club-Private said the sign as they got about half a mile along the road.
“I didn’t even know that this area had a private country club, let alone a spring, said Callum.
“It’s looks so pretty and look at all the balloons,” Olivia said.
Sure enough white balloons with Melanie and Dale written on them lined the road that headed into what looked like the country club. Maybe he should have kept those dress shoes on.
Three young men stood at the gates, waving traffic into the lot to the left. He followed his father into it.
“Valet parking, pretty fancy,” Callum said, pulling up and seeing a young man dressed in a white shirt and bow tie approaching him.
“Good afternoon sir, I can park your vehicle and then if you’d like to join that line over there you’ll be transported to the wedding venue.”
Callum wanted to either whistle or say something snarky but he remembered what his mother had said. He got out and was about to help Olivia out when he saw another young man dressed in the same entire beat him to it.
His father and mother walked toward them.
“I wonder how much membership is to this place?” asked his father. “More than we make in a year no doubt. And no Marie, that’s not a snarky remark, it’s a simple statement.”
Soon the four of them were in line behind about fifteen other people and then two horses and carriages appeared in the distance.
“Oh aren’t we the fancy ones,” said his dad as his mom nudged him the ribs.
“We have space in the next carriage for a group of four,” said the man who was organizing the rides.
“Then that’s us,” Callum said.
He and his father helped Olivia and his mom up into the carriage and then they joined them.
“This is so much fun,” his mom said, as they traveled down the road and the club house and the outdoor wedding venue with marque to the left, came into view.
“I hope Sloan doesn’t get any grand ideas about having a wedding like this one day,” said his dad.
The driver pulled up the c
arriage and then another man pulled out the step out and helped them down. “Follow the signs and you’ll be shown to your seats,” he said.
Callum put his arm out for Olivia and soon they were heading toward rows of chairs with the grandest looking wedding venue with a stage and what looked like thousands of flowers at the front. He heard Brad Nolan’s voice long before he saw him.
“How you doing Glen?” Brad asked his dad when they got to where he was standing.
He threw out his hand to his dad and then pulled him in and patted him on the back. Callum knew his dad hated it when people did that to him.
“Isn’t this the most beautiful day for a daughter to be married on. I hope that Mother Nature blesses other couples in the same way,” said Brad. “And Marie don’t you look a treat. And Callum I see you’ve followed in your father’s fashion sense,” he said, looking down at their boots.
Callum held in the one liner that was swimming around in his head.
“And who is this pretty girl, Callum?”
Before he had chance to introduce her, Brad had lifted Olivia’s hand and was kissing the back of it.
“This is Olivia Simpson. Olivia, Brad Nolan, father of the bride.”
“Pleased to meet you Mr. Nolan.”
“It’s Brad. honey, we’re never formal in our family.”
Callum bit his lip as he caught site of his father pulling a face behind Brad’s back. He got another jab in the ribs from his mom. Callum laughed and had to quickly turn it into a cough.
“We have mimosas waiting for you over there, so take one and then take your seats and I’m sure we’ll have more chance to talk at the reception,” Brad said.
They walked toward the table with the drinks in question.
“Just what the hell is a mimosa anyway?” asked his dad.
“Champagne and orange juice,” said Olivia.
They each took a glass and then headed to the seats where a man was waiting to seat them.
“Are you friends of the bride or groom?” he asked.
“Bride,” said his mom.
“If you’d like to follow me.”
Callum signaled for Olivia to go ahead of him and soon they were sitting in the fourth row, next to who he knew were the family who owned the hardware store on Main Street.
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