by Ashlee Price
I just wasn’t so sure.
It was getting dark quickly and looking up in the sky, I knew there was a storm coming in. I didn’t want her to get caught in it, so I invited her to stay for dinner. “Why do I get the feeling you are asking me to stay so I will cook for you?”
“I’m not going to turn down any food, but I just don’t want you stuck out in the rain. It looks like it will blow over fast. If you want, I can make something for you if you like.”
She shook her head. “If you cook like your mother, no thank you. It’s fine. Do you have anything here to make?”
I shrugged and followed her in. I was thankful for the storm clouds overhead. It gave me no choice but to do exactly what I wanted to do anyways.
Soon she was cooking while I took a shower. When I got out, I set the table while she did the same. I heard her calling to me from the bathroom. “Hey, Joel. I forgot I don’t have any clothes. Can I borrow some of yours until mine dry?”
“Sure, just a second.”
I remembered the last time I had covered her and the way it was too big for her curved frame. She was tiny in comparison and I finally found the smallest that I had with me. Opening the door a crack, she was standing there with her hair curling in around her face. She looked beautiful and I stood there staring for a few moments before she reminded me of what I was doing. “Here. This is all I got. I hope they aren’t too big.”
She thanked me and shut the door. It was all I could do not to go in there. “Can you take the lasagna out of the oven before it burns please?”
“Sure.” Anything to get my mind off of the other side of the door. The small bunkhouse smelled like her shampoo and I could already feel a tightening in my loins. It was like I had been trained to get turned on by the smell, just from association. Shannon had only been away a couple of days and I already missed her.
I set the table and waited for her to come out. I didn’t think about the fact that I had given her a white shirt to wear. When she came out, my eyes were drawn to the dark spots that pronounced themselves with a hard bump. More tightening in my own pants. I hadn’t thought about her not wearing a bra, but the result wreaked havoc on me nonetheless.
“Thanks for getting it out for me Joel.”
She was nonchalant, like she wasn’t standing in front of me with my boxers and her breasts swinging underneath my shirt. It pulled where her breasts heaved and her long, black hair was a mess of curls around her shoulders. “No problem.”
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t, but I was going to have to be. “Yeah, just starving.”
I avoided her eyes as she sat down next to me at the little table. Trying to have a conversation with her was close to impossible and I found myself saying less and less. Each time she moved, her top rubbed against the table. Biting my lower lip, the storm outside matched the same one inside of me. I was going insane and she was the only one that could save me.
“Hopefully the storm passes soon, or you may have a bunk mate whether you like it or not Joel.”
One could only hope.
“Well you are always welcome to stay here. I am sorry about the other night.”
“Are you going to tell me what it was about?”
I didn’t want to, but I had a feeling she knew something already. I shook my head that I didn’t want to talk about it and she seemed to take the answer for what it was. Shannon made me think she could read my mind sometimes, if not my mind, than maybe my heart. How she knew so much without me having to say anything I would never understand.
“You don’t have to say anything Joel. I am glad you are back. You have taught me a lot.”
She reminded me that I was still her boss. “You have been a very good trainee. I will hate to see you go back to the ranch. Your help out here has been amazing. Soon, it will be perfect and I wish you would stay here. The other bunkhouse will be ready in a week or so. Will you at least think about it?”
I didn’t want to sound desperate, but I was desperate for her to stay. Even if I couldn’t be with her, I wanted her close.
“If I stay, I want to stay here.”
Her words threw me off and I looked down at the empty plate in front of me. I would have liked nothing better that for her to do just that. Having her there with me, reminded me how comfortable it had been. If the tension wasn’t there, it would have been perfect and even then, it almost was. I would have been happy with what we had, if not for my tendency to lose it.
“You can’t stay here Shannon.”
“So you are going to kick me out in the storm?”
I couldn’t of course. It was too dangerous. The horse could get spooked with all the lightning. “Just for tonight and then tomorrow you have to go back to the ranch.”
“Fine, whatever you say boss.”
Chapter 11: Shannon
I went to bed that night frustrated and thinking that I was never going to get what I wanted and needed so badly. Joel just didn’t seem to get that he was driving me crazy. I heard his breath even out long before mine did. When I finally fell asleep, it was to the rhythmic breathing of Joel that was my facilitator. How could he sleep was beyond me, like nothing bothered him.
“What are you doing here?”
I was shaken and then my eyes opened to see Joel standing above me. Like before he was not really looking at me, his eyes fixed on something that I couldn’t see. He was yelling though and it was not like before at all. “Joel, stop it’s me.”
He stopped, but he was still just looking off. I didn’t know what to do, but pull him down and kiss him. Joel resisted me for a moment, but then he came to me like he had that one night. His lips were on me and then his body was over me, pressing me down into the bed. It was more than I had expected, but my legs opened wide for his body to nestle up against me. He felt so good grinding against me, as his hands started to tug on his clothes that I was wearing.
I heard the shirt rip and then the feel of his hot chest against mine. My breasts were smashed as he settled down for another kiss. Joel’s hips were mercilessly grinding against my need. I moaned and whimpered as his mouth left mine and started to move down to my neck. He knew just what to do, where to touch to drive me crazy.
I didn’t know if he was still dreaming or if I was, but I knew that I didn’t want it to stop. He felt too good and as he moved between my tits, I urged him down with my body to a place where I needed him more. His name was spoken over and over again in a breathy voice, urging him to give me what my body so desperately needed.
His hands moved down my quivering flesh, grazing my sensitive skin with his short nails. It sent shivers over me and my hips rose to meet the thrusting of his own. My hands moved to his short hair, tugging on it with my fingers as he took in one of my hard tips in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the dusky nipple. The touch sent pleasure right to my core, making me even wetter in his boxers. My shirt was in tatters and once he sat back on his knees and looked down on me, I knew that there was no turning back.
Before he had always been the one to stop, but with the look in his eyes now, I knew that was impossible. Joel’s hands went to the cotton shorts and yanked them down my thighs in one fluid motion. He groaned as my thighs went together in defense. I wanted him, but the reality was overwhelming at best.
As he slid back between my legs, his body was lower and when I felt his hot breath at my core, I closed my eyes in pleasure. My fingers delved into his thick brown hair and pulled him to me. “Yes Joel, please don’t stop.”
“I have no intentions to.”
He tongue came out and lapped at my need. I could feel his tongue hardened at the end and pressing between my lips. It was sudden and my body screamed out almost as loud as my mouth did. I had been waiting for so long it seemed like my body craved him more than anything else. As his tongue got faster, my body tensed up and it was only seconds before I was crying out his name.
Joel moved down to hold me, gripping my hips so that I coul
dn’t move away. The faster he licked, the harder it was to breathe. “Please Joel. Fuck, I’m coming again!”
One turned into another and my body was racked with mindless pleasure. I felt a finger slide inside of me, just what I needed to find completion again. Gasping, my body shook as Joel licked and sucked harder, while his finger pumped in my tightness. It had been too long and as I pushed away from him, I begged him to fuck me. I needed to feel him inside of me, needed it more than my next breath.
He moved away and I was instantly missing his touch. Sitting up, I tried to help him but my hands were shaking so bad with desire. Joel pulled his shirt off and my lips and fingers went to his hard ridged chest. I couldn’t believe how hard he was, the ripples under my tongue made my body even hotter for him.
Looking up, his hand grabbed the back of my head, twisting me around so that I was looking right at him. He moved to kiss me and like his grip, it was hard and irrefutable. There was no going back and when he pushed me back down, I didn’t resist. Instead I watched him pull his boxers off of him, the large cock springing forward after its release. My hands went to touch him, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. He growled above me, spurring me on to jerk him off in my hand.
“Are you ready Shannon because I cannot wait any longer?” I shook my head, opening my legs wide for him to settle in. Looking in between our bodies, I gasped when he smacked down on my quim with his heavy length. It was too much, the sound of the wetness or the way he felt smashing against my clit. It wasn’t enough, him on top of me, prodding my hole. I needed him inside of me and I grabbed his ass, pulling his hips into me.
The head pushed in an inch and my eyes closed with the immediate stretch. It had been so long and he was like nothing I had ever been with before. His cock was long and so thick, pressing on my inner walls as he pulled out to push deeper.
“Fuck you are too fucking tight Shannon.”
I squeezed him harder and made him growl above me. “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to control myself.”
Joel pulled out slowly, my insides clenching him on the way out. I wanted him to lose the control that kept him from taking me as he wanted to. I clamped down as hard as I could, suffocating his length as he left my body empty. I was not prepared for his thrust in, taking my breath away with the sudden depth.
He started to slam into me hard and fast. I knew that he had more in him, but the way his body slammed into mine was animalistic. Crying out, I felt the earth shatter around me. I clung to his neck as his hungry mouth moved over mine. It was too much and when my body tightened up and released, I thought I would be lost in the pleasure. My hand moved to his chest to slow him down, but there was no slowing him down. “Please Joel. I need to feel your come inside of me now!”
My words seemed to affect him finally and he groaned out as he lifted up. He watched his cock disappearing inside of me for another few moments, before his thrusting became less rhythmic. I knew he was close, but my mind was sidetracked with my own blissful end. “Yes, I am coming!”
My eyes closed as the wave flowed over me. I clung to him as he moved faster and then slammed deep one last time. I could feel his hot seed shooting up inside of me. I cursed and clawed at his back. Never having felt so full, I was sure I would explode with each pump of his creamy need that he gave me.
It was several minutes before he finally pulled out and moved next to me on the small bed. I was practically asleep when he pulled my sweaty body towards his own. I could barely move, barely kiss him back as his lips hovered over mine.
***
“We can’t do this again.”
I looked over a little groggy and ignored him. I nuzzled against his chest and rubbed my thigh over his fat cock that was coming to life as he told me never again. “Is that so?”
“I mean it Shannon. I could have hurt you.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I have before.”
“Not me. I am not afraid of you Joel and I am staying here.”
“Oh really?”
I turned towards him and kissed him softly on the lips. Every time we talked it seemed to just get in the way. All I needed was his kiss to right my world, my cowboy’s kiss.
“Really. You’re not going to be able to get rid of me that easily Joel. Not after last night.”
He pulled me up on top of him, my thighs straddling his body. Joel started to talk, but I kissed him to silence him again. Nothing good ever came when he started talking and I wanted him to forget his idea to make me leave. Joel was stuck with me and all I was worried about was how everyone else was going to respond to us together.
I couldn’t worry about anything else when his hot rod started to spear up inside of me and my eyes closed with the pleasure. It would all work itself out somehow. I was sure of it.
~THE END~
Cowboy’s Taming
Introduction
Henri Callahan is enjoying his time in Venezuela. He is there on a work-study program, but also to hide from the family drama back home in Texas. When he is called back to the ranch and to the family mess, Henri is already planning his escape.
That is, until he meets Mary on the plane. The two just hit it off, and Henri invites Mary to a family event. Even though he is not her type, Mary can’t refuse. There is something about the man that draws her in.
Mary, who’s a photographer, takes a couple of pictures of her new beau. Unexpectedly, this starts a chain of events that threatens to change everything between them, ending their budding romance before it can even get started. Will Mary be able to prove herself, or is it all for naught?
She needs Henri to believe her and to forgive her. Mary has never felt this way before and she will do anything to get it back. Mary has to find a way to tempt him back to her.
Chapter 1
Henri was tired. The sun was beating down on him with not a cloud in sight and it was not the first time that he had wondered what he was doing out there in the Venezuelan countryside. While it may look idyllic, life there was tough.
He had come down to South America to get away from the pressures of the family ranch and business. Being a Callahan in Texas was a responsibility and there he was just another gringo or gaucho. Either one was fine with him, but the sun seemed far more punishing there. It was greener, but there were still large expanses with no trees and he always seemed to be in the middle of one.
The horse that he rode on, he was still getting used to him after several months and he figured it had something to do with his size. He was almost a foot taller than everyone that he had met there so far and must have weighed more as well. The horses were shorter than the ones he was used to in America, but they were sturdy enough to carry him around.
“Carlos, how much longer are we going to be here?”
The man watched the group of cows and looked back to see the few that were falling behind. They only got to move as fast as the cows moved and that seemed to be a problem. It was like a football game that his brother Scott used to watch all the time. Five minutes in a game was an hour and a mile with the cows was about the same. Trying to hurry them along, he moved his way in behind them and started to whoop and holler until they picked up their speed.
Carlos just looked at him and shook his head. “You have no patience.”
Henri ignored him. Carlos was used to the climate and his skin was made for it. Henri on the other hand had always been on the pale side and his first week there, he had been as red as a lobster. His skin would burn, peel and then he would still be just as white. This process finally gave him a little color, but his body was not used to the heat. He was melting and all he wanted to do was get back to the small ranch and get something to drink.
“You have too much patience. Get these beasts moving and we can get some tea.”
Carlos nodded, but he moved no faster and quickly Henri left him behind. The man was as slow as a sloth and Henri had long since run out of patience in the hot sun. By the time he got back to the sma
ll ranch where he was staying, the small man was out of sight when he looked back. True to his word, after he got the horse free to roam, he bee-lined it for the kitchen and made some tea. He was sitting down on the porch when Carlos finally came back, shaking his head at his journal.
“Always writing. What is there to write today?”
“That my teacher is as slow as Christmas.”
Carlos didn’t get a lot of his saying from America, but he would nod his head like he had. “You write and I am going to the village for a drink.”
He nodded and put his head back down to put in his entry. Henri was religious with it. He didn’t want to forget something later, a technique he’d learn or an adaption made to a machine. The culture of the people fascinated him, but the place itself is not what had brought him there. Henri was a traveler and Venezuela had always been on his list. When he heard about a program to help and learn, Henri saw it as a way to get out of Texas and back out to places a little more free with less people.
Growing up on a ranch had been perfect for the solitary man, but as he got older things changed. Not only did the town around him get bigger, but it seemed like there was just more and more people as the city started to overflow and make way for suburbs. Henri wanted out and if he hadn’t found the program to stay there and work with Carlos and his brother, Henri would just be off somewhere else in his wanderlust. One day he would find where he was supposed to be.
“Why don’t you come with me? It’s not good to be out here by yourself all of the time.”
Henri was going to say no, but then he thought against it. People like Carlos wouldn’t understand the need to be away from people. As far out as the farm was, it was a treat to see people more than once a week. Henri agreed and whistled to the horse to come to him. Finishing off his tea, he set the glass down on the porch and followed Carlos the several miles to the small village nearby.
