“You know what I mean. It’s never dark in the city. There’s always light coming from somewhere.”
Chase chuckled, taking another swig of his beer.
“I’m glad you decided to come out for the road trip.”
He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him. His lips followed, softly caressing my neck, up to my ear, his tongue tracing lightly over my skin. Hands followed, gently moving over my body, leaving trails of heat along my skin.
After a time he rose, silently taking my hand and leading me through the darkened house, up the stairs to his room. With gentle fingers he undid the buttons on my blouse, slowly pulling it away from my body. He bent his head to my breasts, his lips brushing across the round fullness.
I watched as he moved from one breast to the other, his hands sliding around to my back, expertly undoing the clasp of my bra. He pulled it away, nuzzling my exposed skin, rubbing his cheek slowly against each, raining soft kisses over them.
My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him against me, breathing in his scent; smelling faintly of leather and hay, spicy and wild. And totally arousing. I felt that deep throbbing start low in my body, my breath going shallow, heart beating faster.
Chase lifted his head, taking my lips in a deep kiss, slow and passionate, his tongue lingering in my mouth. I responded to his slowness, his gentleness, surprised by this side of him.
He guided me toward the bed, shedding his shirt along the way, his fingers undoing the snap and zipper of our jeans, sliding them down my legs before removing his.
“No buttons on the floor tonight?” I looked at him in the low light of the single lamp in the room, his face soft, his eyes hooded.
His laugh was a gentle rumble. “It’s early. We have all night and I want this night to last, to be one you’ll remember.”
Chase pulled the covers back on the bed, slowly lowering me down onto the cool sheets, stretching out alongside me.
And he was good to his word. We spent hours slowly exploring each other’s bodies with fingertips and hands, lips and tongues. Chase spent what seemed like hours kissing my breasts, tracing circles on my skin with his fingers and tongue, sucking my nipples until they were hard, until I was arching up against his mouth.
I ran my hands down his chest and over his flat stomach, the muscles rippling beneath my fingers. My hand brushed against the head of his cock, eliciting a low groan from Chase. I held his cock in my hand, rhythmically squeezing and releasing him, moving down from time to time to fondle his balls, rolling them slowly between my fingers.
We were moving against each other, hot bodies barely touching but that touch just enough to light a searing fire inside of me.
By the time Chase took me, I was ready, my senses heightened from his prolonged attention to my body. I was almost vibrating at a high pitch, but my limbs languid and slow moving.
He entered me slowly, his first thrust filling me completely, making me draw in a long breath, exhaling in a soft gasp. In the dim light, as he held himself above me, I watched his face, the wild edge in his eyes I’d come to expect softened, mellowed.
Our bodies moved as one, long slow strokes from Chase, as I rocked my hips up to meet him. This pace carried us for a long time, fueled by passionate kisses claiming my mouth and Chase’s renewed attention to my breasts, sucking them greedily now as he thrust into me.
Chase lifted his head, holding my face between his hands. His eyes traveled over my face, the curve of my lips, taking everything in.
“You are one beautiful woman, Abby. I’m so damned lucky to have found you.” He kissed me again, his body moving faster, his thrusts harder.
We built to a crescendo quickly, desire flooding through me, my body no longer languid, but insistent, wanting more, the intensity of our movements increasing.
Chase broke away from my mouth with a gasp, burying his head in my shoulder, his breath rasping in my ear. I ran my hands over his back, feeling the muscles taut beneath his skin as he thrust into me.
When I came it was with a force that surprised me, took my breath away, made me arch up against Chase in a silent scream. He lifted his head, watching me, taking in every nuance of pleasure that passed across my face. When I finally took a deep ragged breath, I heard him exhale, as if he were holding his breath with me.
In that exhalation, I felt him release, felt the pounding and pulsing of his cock as he came inside me. His next breath was a cry of pleasure mixed with something dark, the wild side of Chase coming out in the end. He pounded into me feverishly for several seconds, his body taking control, hips lost to his control in that delicious dance.
I wondered if that felt like subspace for him, that uncontrollable thrusting, that moment of release when there was no more holding back, just leaping forward.
We relaxed slowly, letting our bodies adjust, shifting arms and legs, like water finding its own level. I was on the verge of sleep, Chase’s arms wrapped tight around me, my back nestled against his chest, when he spoke.
“I really like that you’re here, Abby.” His voice was dreamy and I wasn’t sure if he was on the edge of sleep.
“I like being here too. It’s nicer than driving up early in the morning.” I snuggled closer.
“No, I meant I like having you here, period,” he murmured into my hair. “You should be here all the time.”
I shifted in his arms, suddenly awake. But Chase was already asleep. That was just a random thought, on the edge of sleep.
But it was a long time before I fell asleep.
***
It was pitch black in the bedroom when the alarm went off. Chase stirred beside me, fumbling briefly with the alarm before collapsing back onto the bed. I burrowed under the covers, curling up next to his chest. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We need to leave as soon as it’s light. I want to get to the Paradise Ranch early, before anyone else gets a look at this filly. She’s supposed to be something special.”
Eventually I managed to get out of bed, after much cajoling from Chase. I’d have preferred another long session of love making, but he was insistent that we needed to get going. I decided if there were horses involved, he was impossible to derail.
Chase had gone down to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast while I took a shower. There were a modest selection of soaps and shampoos, all masculine and spicy scented. I stayed as long as I dared under the hot water, conscious of Chase’s desire to get on the road. I finally pronounced myself clean, got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed a jacket and headed downstairs.
“Rachel’s down at the bunkhouse making breakfast, so you’re at the mercy of my culinary skills again.”
I could smell eggs and bacon, and a steaming mug of coffee was waiting for me on the counter.
“It’s just a quick omelet with cheese and bacon. The eggs are from the neighbor to the south; the bacon’s from the neighbor to the north. Can’t get much closer to home than that, or much fresher.”
I took a sip of coffee, blinking at its strength. Chase caught my reaction and laughed.
“Not used to cowboy coffee? You’re a city girl; I forgot. I tend to make it strong. In the future, I’ll remember to cut back on the grounds and increase the water. Here, this might help.”
He pushed a ceramic creamer toward me. I added a generous amount and took another tentative sip.
“Oh, much better.” And it was - smooth and creamy, and tolerable.
“How far is this Paradise Ranch?”
Chase had his back to me, finishing the eggs. He slid them onto a plate, adding a dash of salt and grinding of fresh pepper, before setting the plate down in front of me.
“About two hours north of here. It’s a small place but they turn out some great little fillies. I’m going to need to add some depth to the stock some time and I think this might be my girl.”
Chase sat next to me, digging in to his eggs. I did likewise.
“These are really good,” I said through a mouthful of cheese and crumbly bacon. I’m not a breakfast girl, but I’d gladly eat this on a daily basis.
Chase was done with his eggs before I was and piling dishes in the dishwasher while I hurried to finish, draining my coffee cup. I got the distinct feeling there would be no second cups of coffee this morning.
“Come on, get whatever you’re taking and I’ll meet you outside. You’ll need a jacket and probably a scarf. Otherwise, we’re traveling light. Lunch will be somewhere between here and there. There are a couple diners along the route back home that serve up good food. My treat.” He winked, his roguish smile making me laugh. And then he was out the door.
By the time I got outside, I could hear the throaty roar of a motorcycle. Chase appeared around the corner of the house on something large and shiny, chrome winking in the morning sun. I was speechless. Motorcycles ranked right up there with large animals on my list of things to avoid.
“You don’t look too thrilled with your chariot for the day, my lady.” Chase turned off the machine, swinging one long leg over it as he got off.
“I have no idea how to ride that thing.” I was still standing on the top step of the porch, hesitant to even approach it. Everything about it looked loud and dangerous and I already felt exposed, just standing on the porch.
“It’s easy. You just climb on behind me, hang on and let me do all the work. You follow my body, lean when I lean, straighten up when I do and just hang on.” Chase stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand.
“Come on, Abby. It’ll be fun. The wind through your hair…or over your helmet. It’s a great feeling.” He twitched his fingers and I had the impression he used the same gesture with horses that were reluctant to do whatever it was he wanted them to do.
“Okay. But go slow.” I walked down one step. Chase smiled, taking my hand. He helped me into a helmet that seemed very fragile but which he assured me would keep me safe. He donned his and then showed me how to get on the beast. He sat in front of me and I instantly wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Abby, I need to breathe. Loosen up a little.” He looked at me over his shoulder. “Ready?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer. The big machine roared to life and we were off down the driveway and out on to the road in front of the ranch. I had no idea how fast we were going but we seemed to be flying over the blacktop.
Once we hit the main highway heading north I finally relaxed my death grip on Chase’s body. I found once I relaxed, the ride became much more enjoyable. The fields were green, ranches visible in the distance at the end of long driveways. There were pastures full of horses and cattle, all of it under a cloudless blue sky that seemed to stretch for miles.
We stopped once for a break, my body a bit stiff but otherwise unscathed. I took off my helmet and Chase burst out laughing.
My hand went immediately to my hair, thinking it must be a mess. But Chase was shaking his head.
“No, darling, it’s not your hair.” He took a deep breath, finally gaining control.
“You have the biggest grin on your face. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself on the bike.”
I had to agree; I was enjoying myself and I did have a huge grin plastered on my face.
“Okay. I can admit when I’m wrong. I’m having a great time.” That got me a big hug and kiss and then we were back on the road.
We got to Paradise Ranch well before noon. The sun was hot, hotter than I realized once we were off the bike.
Jake Rodgers, the owner of the ranch, met us, shaking hands with Chase, tipping his hat to me. He led us out to a nearby paddock with several horses grazing in the lush grass.
“She’s the chestnut there, on the right.” Rodgers pointed and I followed his direction. I have no idea what makes good horse flesh, but she sure was pretty.
There was a long discussion between Chase and Rodgers, much of which I did not understand. I wandered down the paddock fence, watching the horses graze, idly pulling the seed heads from a blade of grass.
I was still standing there, gazing off into the distance when I felt hands on my hips. Chase nuzzled my neck, arms wrapping around my waist. I leaned back against him, breathing in the warm air, scented with grass, horse and Chase.
“How’d the negotiations go?” I asked.
“Good. She’s mine. Comes from a long line of good stock, she’s got all her papers…and the price was right.”
I turned to face him. “That’s wonderful. What’s her name?” Things like that seemed just as important to me as papers and lineage.
“Well, Rodgers calls her ‘Mary Jo’, after his wife.” He shook his head.
“She’s got a nice proper name that reflects her lineage, but I’m planning on calling her ‘Abby’s Smile’…‘Abby’ for short.”
He was looking down at me, his eyes dancing, that roguish grin on his face. For the second time that day I was speechless.
“Cat got your tongue? I like you, I like your name and I want to remember that smile you have on your face.” He pulled me close.
“Although it was a huge grin, but ‘Abby’s Grin’ just sounds silly.”
I pulled him down to me, kissing him hard. I think there were tears in my eyes when I finally let him go. There was a surprised look on his face.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining…” He smiled.
“No one’s ever named a horse for me before. I’m touched.”
Chase brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, then ran his finger down my nose. “You’re getting sunburned.” He kissed my nose.
“It’s cute. But I think we should be heading back. All this wheeling and dealing has given me quite an appetite.”
***
The storm clouds began gathering while we were eating lunch. We didn’t see them until one of the ranchers at the diner came in complaining the rain was going to keep him out of the fields for the day.
“We need to get going then, if there’s rain. One thing about riding a bike, you don’t want to do it in the rain. And you don’t have any rain gear.”
He paid up and we were on the road, headed south. The big ugly clouds to the west were growing at an alarming rate. Chase was pushing the speed on the bike, or at least it felt like he was. We seemed to be going faster than on the trip up.
The first lighting strike made me jump, squeezing Chase hard. The sound of the thunder was lost in the roar of the bike. The second strike was accompanied by a smattering of raindrops.
Chase pointed off to the right; there seemed to be a wall of dark gray hanging down from the clouds with flashing lights embedded in its depths.
Almost without slowing Chase turned down a dirt lane, heading away from the storm. I could feel the wind change, the smell of ozone on the air, a chill that made the hair on my arms stand on end. I peered over Chase’s shoulder, just able to make out a small barn at the end of the road.
Chase pulled up to the barn, had me get off and get inside, and then maneuvered the bike through the door. There was enough room for the bike and us, pushed up against several hay bales, well back from the opening. Once we were inside, we realized the barn had no door to close.
Within seconds the walls shook as the first waves of wind-blown rain and hail lashed the building. The world grew dark, the wind very loud. Lightening flashed, followed by the distant rumble of thunder.
“Well, looks like we made it here just in time.” Chase was looking out the open door of the barn, watching the waterfall in sheets, the hail bounce on the ground.
“Nothing about this was on the weather forecast. Must have blown up pretty quickly. Hopefully it’ll blow over just as fast.”
Chase turned back to me. “Hey, you’re shivering. You’re all wet.” He pulled me close to him, against the warmth of his body, rubbing my arms. I could smell the rain on his shirt, the musty hay smell of the barn, the engine smell of the motorcycle.
“
Let’s get this off, maybe it’ll dry before we leave.” He tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my hair. With great ceremony he draped it over the handlebars of the bike.
I reached out, touching the sleeve of his shirt. “You’re wet too. You should probably take this off.” I winked up at him.
My fingers reached for the buttons, slowly undoing them as Chase watched, his eyes dark, as my hands brushed against his warm skin. My breath caught in my throat as I uncovered him slowly, his broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms. I stripped the damp fabric off of his body, spreading the shirt over the back of the bike.
When I turned back, there was a fire in Chase’s eyes, a fire that matched my own. We came together in a rush, hungry for each other, as we were new to each other. Chase’s mouth found mine, insistent, devouring; his arms wrapped around me, pulling me hard against him, hands moving over my back.
“Jeans, off. Now.” Chase growled the words against my mouth. We broke away from each other with a gasp. Chase’s eyes took in every movement I made as I stripped the damp jeans down my legs.
“Jesus, Abby.” He reached for me, almost blindly, pulling me against his naked body, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass, fingers pulling and tugging at my panties.
“What you do to me.” With one abrupt motion, he tore the panties; the remnants sliding down my legs. His hands slid up to my bra, tugging at the straps. My hands followed, holding his, stopping them from destroying all my lingerie in one fell swoop.
“Don’t tear the bra, please.” I reached back, undoing the clasp, letting it slide down my arms. His hands were on my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together, watching his dark hands move over my pale skin.
He slid his hands back down to my ass, clutching, groping, his lips nuzzling my neck. Suddenly he picked me up. I slid my legs up his thick thighs, wrapping them around his hips. He took two steps forward, setting me on a hay bale.
I was momentarily surprised by the prickliness of the hay against my skin, but Chase was pressing me back, his body between my legs. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, sending little frissons of pleasure through my body.
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