Her Choice, Forever (A Her Choice Story)

by Megan McCoy

  “I love it!” she bent her tanned leg and fastened it around her ankle. Then stretched her leg out to admire it, propping it up on the dashboard.

  “I’m glad,” he said. “Thought about getting you a collar, but next best thing.”

  Giggling, she adjusted the bracelet again. “Not near the same thing, but I love it. Collars should be only used at home and not in places where it’s humid and a hundred degrees, anyway. That would be like wearing a turtleneck!”

  “What kind of collar are you thinking?” he asked, rubbing his hand down her leg. “I was thinking a pretty silver necklace type thing.”

  “No you weren’t,” she said and parted her legs so he could run his hands up further. “You were thinking some something lovely and pink and leather and heavy and…”

  “Don’t get yourself all worked up,” he said, dipping his fingers into her moistness. “It’s a long leather-free drive.”

  “You’re so mean,” she wiggled closer to his probing fingers that he suddenly took away to her dismay.

  “Look in the glove box,” he told her. “Another present.”

  “Seriously?” she gasped. “What are you expecting from me this vacation to start spoiling me so early?”

  Grabbing the blanket up around her neck again, she opened the glove box and pulled out a small heavy box, and popped open the lid. “Tell me that isn’t what I think it is!” she said, cautiously, looking down at the thick oddly shaped thing in the box.

  “It’s not what you think it is!” he said, happily.

  “Good. What is it?”

  “It’s a remote controlled butt plug! You put it in, and then I can control it while I drive. Amazing, huh?”

  “Amazing isn’t the word I’d use,” Holly said, already wiggling in non-anticipation. Yeah, while remote controlled wasn’t in her vocabulary, she’d sort of, kind of, thought it was a butt plug. Not that she’d know, of course! “Control it to do what?”

  “Vibrating. Once I get you relaxed enough this vacation, maybe we can try that rear entry way again,” he said. He reached into his front pocket again and pulled out a tiny control. Pressing it, he made the thing in the box vibrate.

  Staring at it, in horrified fascination. “No…” she whimpered. “That hurts.”

  “We do lots of things that hurt,” he reminded her. “Usually it’s worth it. In the end.”

  “Ha freaking ha,” she said.

  “Put it in,” he said. “There’s lube in your purse.”

  “I know there’s lube in my purse,” she grumbled and wrapped the blanket around her tightly, sitting on it and wondering where her shorts were. “I don’t want a butt plug.”

  “Sure you do,” he said. “Not that it matters what you want. I want it in.”

  “It’s too big!” she said and shot him her most pathetic look. “Was the ankle bracelet to soften me up for this?”

  “Thought it might. Guess I was wrong. Come on, get the lube out. You’ll have a good time.”

  “You always tell me what a good time I’m having or going to have. I’m scared of a butt plug.”

  “I know!” he said, way too happily for a man who was driving, she thought. “I’m usually right, and its time you got over the fear. That’s what vacation is for. To expand your horizons.”

  “Expanding my horizons means zip lining, or hang gliding, or ATV racing. You don’t want to expand my horizons. You want to stretch my butt so you can get in there,” she said, putting as much pout in her voice as she could.

  “Well, there is that. Now, you going to lube up your cute little butt or am I going to have to stop the car, blister your butt and then do it for you?”

  “I’m not doing it,” she said defiantly.

  “Sounds like a choice to me. You just better hope I can find a secluded spot to pull over,” he said. “Can’t wait to see that plug sparkle in your red butt.”

  “Sparkle?” She asked, intrigued despite herself.

  “Look at the end,” he said and she picked it up, gingerly, and looked. Sure enough, the end was some kind of sparkly, probably fake, hopeful moisture proof stone.

  “That’s gross,” she put back down.

  “Well, unless you bend over, spread your cheeks and look behind you in the mirror you won’t see it anyway,” he reminded her. “And look, it matches the sparkle in your ankle bracelet.”

  “That’s even grosser!”

  “I know! But I like it and who else matters?”

  Holly pouted and stuck out her lip and arched her leg and sparkly ankle toward him and the steering wheel. “I don’t want a spanking, and I don’t want a butt plug with a remote vibrator!”

  In reply, he hit the button again, making it vibrate in the box. “And yet, guess who is getting a spanking and a butt plug, and will be squealing and squirming all the way to the ranch?”

  “You have a very warped sense of humor, Eric Taylor,” she resigned herself. He wasn’t going to spank her too hard, she knew. She hadn’t been very bad, just stubborn. And really a butt plug, a warm butt, what wasn’t to love? Well, after the first bit of discomfort wore off. Maybe the butt plug would be fun. She tried to imagine vibrations… there. There were other places it could have been a lot more fun. A nice little butterfly would have, could have been fun. But no. Her ass man goes straight for other things. Of course. Well, she knew what she’d signed up for, and apparently soon it was going to be a butt warming and a plug.

  Holly sighed heavily and wiggled on her soon to be sore bottom as, less than a half an hour from home, he turned on the blinker and headed toward an exit.

  * * *

  Matt looked around his cabin, remembering the times he’d spent with Kimberly there. It had been their first and only home. She’d made the bare wood and walls into a real home. They’d brought Blaze home from the hospital here, and made love for the last time almost six years after that, right before she left.

  It felt odd to be here, but somehow felt right. Candy had sent over a couple of the teenagers to clean the entire cabin right after the last group left. So it was spic and span, but felt sterile. He need someone to turn it into a home. Or he’d learn to do it himself. He could already see the changes that Candy had made in the den since she moved in. Little things like throw pillows and flowers and moving furniture to different spots had made a world of cozy difference. He sighed and stared at the bare bones room. He had no clue where to start. Probably the best idea would be unpacking his soap and razor and underwear. Kimberly would have had it done already and been doing something all nesty and making things homey and comfortable.

  He’d picked Blaze up at her house two Christmas’ ago. Blaze had been ready to come home, and his truck broke down. He’d taken it to the shop and called his dad to come get him, not wanting to wait the week for it to be fixed. Matt walked in and the house had felt like home, oddly, sadly, and it had been the first time he’d ever stepped foot in it since she’d moved there with her new husband. It felt like Kim. He’d never had a problem with her and didn’t think she had too many issues with him. She just wanted to move and he couldn’t. He wondered if she’d stuck it out and asked him now, what his answer would be. He really didn’t know.

  Wondering what Kimberly was doing right now was not getting anything constructive done, he scolded himself. She wasn’t going to come be his interior decorator. He hadn’t thought about her as much as had today in years. Probably normal since he was moving back into ‘their’ house. How long had it been since his last date? The last time he got laid? Too long.

  Maybe there would be some desperate, needy divorcée in the summer client groups coming in next week. He needed a woman like that, someone to bolster up. He could help with her confidence and reassure her of her attractiveness. Then, Matt decided, he’d send her back to her real life all glowing and confident and well sexed up. Every summer there were a handful of them. Often they arrived in groups, but he could single out the neediest. This might be his last summer here. He needed to take advantag
e of all that the ranch had to offer. Horny divorcées were one of the biggest. Other than black dirt, horses, the lake and gorgeous sunsets.

  Pulling up the calendar Candy sent to everyone daily via text, he saw the next group was coming in next week. A couple of people on this earth wouldn’t be lonely anymore after that. At least for this season of their life, and right now, that was all that mattered.

  “Hey, Dad, you decide you couldn’t handle Grandpa and Candy sexing it up all over the house, either?” Blaze walked in the door without knocking. It has been his house forever, why would he?

  “Nobody can handle that,” Matt said. “Now they can just do whatever wherever and I don’t have to protect my innocent eyes.”

  “Good. Maybe they will get it out of their system,” Blaze said, looking around the room. “You going to be okay here alone?”

  “You wanting to move into your old room?” Matt pinged a second of negativity, but decided to put it away. If Blaze wanted to come back home, he and the mystery future, lonely divorcée would find somewhere else. Where there was a horny female, there was a way.

  “Nah. Not right now anyway. I’m pretty happy in the bunkhouse. Maybe this fall after the summer crew leaves. It’s fun being one of the guys for a change.” Blaze grinned at him and Matt couldn’t help smile back. He’d grown up to be a good man. He was glad not to be raising a bratty teenager anymore.

  “Never thought about that. Never happened to me, you know. Hard to be the boss’ son, huh?”

  Blaze snorted. “Beats working for a living.”

  Matt laughed. No one worked harder around here than Blaze, who’d started taking on responsibilities the summer he was twelve and came for what was supposedly a two-month visit. By the end of it, he just said he had too much to do here and wasn’t leaving. Other than a few short trips to see his mom, he hadn’t.

  “Come help me move the bed, since you’re here. I want it by the window,” Matt turned and headed back to the larger of the two bedrooms in the cabin.

  “Wanting to keep an eye out for the pretty girls as they walk by?” Blaze teased.

  “Beats working for a living,” Matt said.

  Chapter Three

  Liz found the sign that said Rose’s Ranch with an arrow pointing left as her GPS announced it was time to make a left turn. She shut it off. Surely the signs would take her there now. Rolling her windows down, she wondered if Ben still was asleep, or was still pretending to be asleep. She’d wait till they got a little closer to ask him. Should be a few miles down this road.

  She could feel the sultry air and smell the warm summer breezes. It was so gorgeous down here. Softly rolling hills and gorgeous miles of thickly green leaved trees. There was a glimpse of lake over on one side and she couldn’t wait for an afternoon of jet skiing on it. Maybe find a nice raft, swim to it and spend a few hours basking in the sun in her new suit. She could not wait for this vacation. She hoped Ben would just try a little to get along and maybe enjoy himself some, but if not, she was still going to enjoy herself. He could just chalk it up to another horrible thing my mother made me do, after he grew up.

  There it was, the ranch gate, just like in the online brochure, with a hanging sign with a pretty rose encircled by vines, announcing Rose’s Ranch. Wondering who made it, she drove under it, rounded another curve, and came upon what they called the camp area. Half a dozen or more log buildings dotted the green landscape and she didn’t think she’d ever seen so many rose bushes in her life. Who knew there were purple roses? Or were they black? Hard to tell, but there bloomed many pink, red, white, and yellow ones as well. There had to be someone whose full time job it was to care for all those roses. She’d love that job. Thorns and all. Sure would beat cleaning teeth for a living. In fact, even though she just pulled up, Liz knew she’d love to live here. She imagined it was her full time home, with a full time cowboy of her own.

  “Quite being silly, Liz,” she scolded herself quietly.

  “What, Mom?” Ben pulled off his headphones and looked at her sleepily and so much like the little boy he’d recently been and her heart clenched.

  “Almost here!” she smiled at him. He responded by putting his headphones back on and shutting his eyes. That didn’t take long. Maybe he’d thaw out again in a few days. Fresh air, male bonding time, horses, and no twenty-four-hour access to his electronics, if she had to hide them while he slept. Maybe he’d be the kid she remembered again by the end of the two weeks.

  Pulling up to the main office, with the large fairly new looking sign announcing Lyon’s Den, and below that another that said “Office.”

  She got out of the car to go check in. Looking around, she didn’t see either of her brothers’ cars but there were a few cabins further down the road. Maybe they were in one of those, or maybe they weren’t here yet. “You coming in with me?” she asked Ben.

  “Sure,” he said, resignedly. Though he left his headphones in the car, he brought his ever-present phone in with him. Climbing out of the car, she noted again that he was going to need new pants again soon. A kid entering a growth spurt was not good for a parent’s budget, but just a part of the fun of being a mom!

  Walking up to the door that held a cheery “Come In,” sign with the ever present vines and roses painted on it, she smiled at Ben, not that he noticed. She opened the door and Ben walked through. She noticed a man behind a computer.

  “Hi, I’m Matt,” he said cheerfully. “Welcome to Rose’s Ranch.”

  Liz smiled at him. Okay. Cute! About her age, tanned skin, great smile, shoulders out to here, a thick thatch of dark brown hair, long blue jean clad legs, and a really hot pair of boots. What wasn’t to love? Or like. Or something. “I’m Liz Rhodes. We’re checking in. I think my brothers are or should be here? Reservation might be in my brother, Eric Taylor’s, name. Or his wife’s, Holly. Or—”

  Matt laughed and held a hand up. “I got you, Miss Liz. This must be Ben. You like to ride horses, Ben?”

  Ben shrugged and Liz flushed. Not sure if she was embarrassed because her tongue rambled all over itself, or if it was because her son was acting like a jerk. “I don’t think he’s been on one.”

  “Well, we’ll change that this week,” he winked at her and she relaxed and smiled back.

  Okay, this might be an even better week than she’d thought.

  “Here’s a bit of paperwork for you to fill out.” He handed her some papers. “Basically they say you need to listen to our safety precautions and not sue us if a horse steps on you and bruises your feelings.”

  “Wouldn’t he bruise something else?” She started scanning papers.

  “I’m going to the car. There’s no bars in here,” Ben said, stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

  Wincing, Liz mumbled, “Sorry about that.”

  “Nothing a couple weeks on the back of a horse or a good butt blistering wouldn’t cure,” Matt said.

  Her mouth fell open and she stared up at him. He was kidding, right? “I don’t think that’s legal anymore.” Despite her shock, she couldn’t help but smile back at his dancing eyes and contagious grin.

  “Nothing fun is,” he said, pointing to where she should sign.

  “That’s not true!” Two could play that game. “There are many fun, adult, legal things to do!”

  “Well, maybe you and I should get together later and have a chat about that,” he smiled again in a way that just made her want to melt into a puddle of happy goo at his feet.

  “Sounds like a plan,” she said, trying her best to sound normal.

  “Good. Your brother Eric arrived about an hour ago. Ethan and Meredith won’t be here till later this afternoon. Your cabin is the third one down that road. There’s a sign on it that says Kiss of Desire.”

  Liz lifted her eyebrows and he laughed. “All the cabins are named after roses my mom planted. Here’s your keys, one for you and one for Ben, because hopefully you will both be in and out at different times.” His hand brushed hers as he
handed her the key and she tried not to let the tiny bit of electric shock she felt show. “I’ll see you at supper and we can find a time for that private chat, okay?”

  Nodding, she smiled at him and took her copies of the papers, the keys, and stumbled across the hooked area rug as she turned to leave. She hoped he didn’t see that, and bless him, he must have pretended not to. He’s a player, nothing more nothing less, she thought. But damn, he was a cute player! That was all she wanted, a fun cute guy to play with. This could very well work. Huge smile on her face, she managed to make it all the way to the car without tripping. Now to find her Kiss of Desire Cabin.

  * * *

  Sniffling just a little, Holly stuck her lip out as far as it could go as she looked around the cabin. They been here a little while, but between getting the luggage carried in, and then a quick run to a local store for staples, not to mention being tossed on the bed and pounded into by her husband who seemed way to turned on by this butt plug, she felt morally obligated to protest her sad situation a bit.

  It had been in a few hours and seemed the right thing to do.

  * * *

  Eric had turned off the interstate, and went driving through the country till he found a deserted lane to turn into. They’d made love outside on, as well as in, the car often and she smiled, remembering, but then remember what he was planning to do.

  “Eric,” she whimpered.

  “Holly?” he asked, grabbing the box from her hand and giving her a wait here motion. She waited while he got out of the car and came to her side. It was ridiculous. Even planning to spank her, he still wanted to play polite gentleman and open her car door. She almost got out despite him but remembered her rule. Never piss off the guy with the paddle on purpose. Even though he didn’t have a paddle, there were switches available within a few feet in the deep woods surrounding their car, well hidden from the road. She did not want to be switched! A red bottom was easily covered by shorts or a modest swimsuit. Switch welts on her thighs, not so much.