“Sorry, that came out wrong. No, I didn’t think it would be bad. Well, I mean, I sort of did. It’s just that you and I are from such completely different worlds. It’s hard to think that we would’ve been able to just sit and enjoy a nice meal together. But I was wrong, I had a great night.”
“I’ll be honest; I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out either. I mean, for the first few days I kinda hated you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. You were so rude to me,” I admitted openly.
“Was I? I guess I was. I’m sorry about that. I’m not usually like that. I just got a bit protective over the ranch. And I couldn’t say anything because Harold was just so happy to have you all there. And he’s such a good man and a very good boss to me. But he’s lonely, and I think this whole thing has just given him such a boost again. I let my emotions get the better of me sometimes. It’s hard to share your life with a whole crew of people. I’m a very private kind of guy, so this has been difficult for me.”
“We’re all private people, you know. Even those that flash their lives in front of the world. Just because they show a certain side to the world doesn’t mean it’s who they are all the time.”
He went silent as he thought about what I had said. He seemed surprised by it for some reason. “Yeah, you’re right.”
I’d not been this honest with someone in a very long time. And it had been forever since I’d had a real conversation with anyone that didn’t revolve around shopping or gossip. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been lacking in good conversation until that moment. Brady was an interesting man, and he had a lot of layers. Perhaps it was the second glass of wine, or simply the fact that I was out in the open air, but every time I looked at him, I found myself liking him more and more. When he let his guard down, he was absolutely beautiful. I wondered if he knew just how good looking he was.
“So, there’s scene coming up for the movie that I’m a bit nervous about,” I said.
“Oh yeah? Want to talk about it? I don’t know much about the movie world, but I do know a lot about this world, so I’ll try help.”
I smiled. Was I really going to say the sentence that I had already formulated in my head? I could feel my heart racing. I quickly took another sip of wine and looked out into the darkened sky.
“Well, it’s a kissing scene. And here’s the thing, I’ve never kissed a real cowboy before.”
“Oh,” Brady said. I could tell I had taken him by surprise. He laughed nervously. “Well, I don’t see how that would be different from kissing anyone else. What, uh . . . what’s it like kissing on screen, by the way?”
“It’s not nearly as nice as it is kissing someone off screen. I mean, all those eyes on you. All those cameras. It’s hard to get as sensual as you’d like to.”
“You want to get sensual?”
“That’s the weird part. It’s not like you like the person you are kissing, and it’s super awkward with everyone watching. But at the same time, you are aware that you have to make it look as genuine as possible. You want the viewers to think that you want to be kissing that person.”
“That sounds like far too much effort,” he said.
“Yeah, and I haven’t kissed a guy in a long time.”
He looked at me. “I don’t believe that.”
“It’s true.”
We sat in silence for a while, and I thought about what I was saying to him. It was true; I hadn’t kissed a guy in a while. It was hard to have a boyfriend with the whole world watching you. And I had yet to find someone I was willing to make the effort with.
“Well, uh, you’ll be fine,” Brady suddenly said out of the blue.
I stood up and walked over to him. I reached for his hand and pulled him up. I was worried that he was going to pull away and that I was about to make a huge fool of myself. But he looked down at me, not smiling, but not frowning either.
“I think,” I said as my hand trailed over his arm, “I might need to practice. The last thing I want to do is look like an idiot. And Harold did say that you would help me with anything that I needed.”
He looked at me, and I saw hunger in his eyes. Then, before I could say anything else, he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were hard against mine, his tongue meeting mine in an immediate burst of passion. I put my hands on his face and moaned softly as his facial hair rubbed against my sensitive skin. He was by far the manliest man I’d ever kissed.
When we eventually pulled away, we both stood there in shock, neither one of us knowing what to do. I knew I wanted more, so I pushed him back down on the chair and I slowly took off my clothes while he watched me. I felt the cool air move around me, and as I looked down, I saw that my nipples were now standing erect. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. I took his hands and put them on my breasts, and felt his rough skin against mine. His were hands that had done a lot of hard work, while my skin was soft from years of pampering. The contrast felt good. He kissed me everywhere, and leaned down so that my nipples were in his mouth. I arched back so that I was at his mercy.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I stood up and pulled him back up with me. Then I looked at him and indicated to his clothes.
“Your turn,” I said.
I watched as he took off his shoes, his jeans, his shirt, his underwear. His body was lean, toned and tanned. He had the body of a man that knew what hard work was. He walked up to me and took my face in his hands. He kissed me, pressing his mouth against mine with a hungry passion, and then picked me up and took me inside. He didn’t bother going all the way to his bedroom. Instead, he set me down on the sofa inside the living room. The house was warm and inviting, and yet my body was still shivering from the delight of his touch. For a man with such a rough exterior, and such coarse hands, he certainly knew how to be gentle with a woman. He put me down and smiled.
“You’re beautiful.”
It was the first time he’d ever said anything remotely nice to me about my appearance, and it completely took me by surprise. I pulled him down toward me and kissed him. I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life.
“I want you,” I told him.
He smiled down at me, kissed me, and got up. For a second I thought he was going to just leave me there, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he was only going to get a condom. He put it on, climbed back on top of me, and gently eased his way inside me. I groaned with pleasure as I felt him move within me, and I held onto him as he rocked over and over and over against me. It started off gentle, but it didn’t take long for the passion to take over and for Brady to push harder and harder against me, his thrusts growing more fervent. I came before him, in a burst of absolute ecstasy. I was usually quite shy in bed, but that night I cried out with happiness as the orgasm took over me. Brady seemed to like my confidence, because as I was nearing the end, I felt him come inside me too.
Afterward, Brady walked naked to the kitchen to make me a cup of coffee, and I watched in amazement at this solid man in front of me, admiring his muscular physique. He came back and handed me the cup, and I got my first real look at his body. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t noticed the scars running up and down his back. I trailed my finger over them.
“How did you get these scars?” I asked him gently.
“Oh, well, that’s what you get when you ride bulls and work on a ranch for a living. It comes with the territory.”
I wasn’t sure how bull riding or even working on a ranch could give someone scars like the ones that he had, but I had a feeling I shouldn’t question it. And just asking him about the scars made his entire body stiffen next to mine. I wondered yet again what made Brady tick, and realized how I little I knew about him.
We made small talk while we drank our coffee, and when I finished, I decided that I’d better get going before I overstayed my welcome. I’d seen another side of him throughout the night. A more open and caring side. But every now and again he retreated back into the solemn man that I’d first
met. I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, and I had a feeling he could be easily pushed in that direction. Instead, I put my clothes back on and smiled at him.
“Well, that was an interesting night,” I said. “Thanks for a delicious meal. Honestly, it was so good. And trust me, I’ve been to a lot of fancy restaurants. This was better. Well, I’m going to call the driver now.”
“I can take you back if you like,” he offered.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to put him out for me. “Nah, the driver is close by. He’ll be here in five minutes,” I said and got out my phone. The driver answered immediately, and I told him to come and get me from the same place he’d dropped me off.
“You should learn to drive, you know,” Brady said as soon as I’d put down the phone.
I laughed. “I’m already learning how to ride a horse. One thing at a time, you know. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said. I’d intended for it to come across as a statement, but it sounded more like a question. I supposed part of me was still unsure whether he’d even want to see me again.
But he nodded. “Yeah, bright and early,” he said.
I grinned. “Bright and early.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brady
It was gearing up to be another beautiful day. I could always tell what the weather was going to be like, even when the sun hadn’t come up yet. I’d gotten up early enough for years to figure out the weather. There was a certain stillness in the air that morning that I just knew meant another hot summer’s day. I finished my coffee and made my way over to the ranch. I was just about to get into the car when I noticed how early it was, so I decided to walk it instead. I made a mental note to do this more often, especially before the winter mornings were upon us. There was nothing quite like going for a walk before the rest of the world had woken up. When I arrived, I was surprised to see Harold sitting on the porch. He waved me over.
“Wow, you’re here early,” I said.
He smiled. “Yeah, I wanted to get here before the crowds arrived. Did you walk here?”
“I sure did. Nothing quite like the morning walk. I’ll probably regret it this afternoon when I have to walk back, but it was worth it.”
He laughed. “Make the most of it, my boy. One day you’ll wish you had sturdy enough legs for a long walk.”
“Oh, come on! You could do it,” I said.
“Yeah, only it would take me three times as long as you. So, how are things going? I can’t believe they’ve all been here for two weeks already. Time has gone so fast. Only two more weeks to go. I’m not too sure how I feel about that. Between you and me, I’m going to enjoy having the farm back to myself again. But at the same time, it’s been pretty exciting having them all here. How about you? You must be glad it’s almost over.”
My mind immediately went to Sloan. It had been difficult to get her naked body out of my head, even though I’d tried hard enough. I smiled. “Actually, I don’t mind so much anymore. I guess I’ve gotten used to them being there.”
“Oh yeah? Wow, I never thought I’d hear you say that. I was actually feeling a bit bad about putting you through all this, to be honest. You’re a good kid, and I just threw this on you. But you’ve handled it well. They all really like you. I think they’re actually a bit scared of you to be honest. These city kids have no idea what life is really all about.”
I chuckled. “I quite like the thought of them being scared of me. But don’t apologize, Harold. This is your place and you must do whatever you want to. Also, it’s only for a month. And these two weeks have already gone by so fast. We’ll be back to normal in no time,” I said and then wondered at the little twinge inside my stomach as I said it.
“Yeah, you’re right. Well, thanks for everything. So, it’s the rodeo next weekend. I didn’t actually realize it was going to coincide with everyone being here. But I think that’s a good thing. I’m going to speak to the producer and see if he wants to use some of it for the film.”
“Next weekend already? Wow, I didn’t realize it was so soon.”
“Are you going to be in it?” Harold asked.
“I’m going to be roping with Trace, and I put my name down for the bull riding. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it would be when the crew was here. Do you want me to take my name off?” I asked.
Harold shook his head fervently. “No way. You must do it. I’m glad to see that you’re getting more into the rodeo side of things. I always knew you had it in you. And while Trace is a pain in my backside at times, he’s very good at it too.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, he is. He’s actually not a bad guy.”
“I know. He’s just young. Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you take Sloan with you for the rodeo? I’m sure the producer would like her to see what it’s all about. It’s a great experience to have, anyway. Very different from what she’s used to in New York, I’m sure.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s not a bad idea. I’ll let her know.”
Harold laughed. “Wow, I thought you were going to protest. You really don’t mind them all being here, do you?”
I chuckled. “Nah, I’m okay with it.”
“You’re not as much of a loner as I thought you were, eh.”
“Perhaps not,” I said. “Anyway, I think I better get going. They’re all going to arrive soon, and I’d like to get some work done before they get here. Any idea where they’ll be shooting today?”
“As far as I know it will be mostly work with the horses. So maybe get that area ready. And get a couple of the guys to be on hand to help, if you don’t mind?”
“Sure, no problem. See you later, Harold.”
A few hours later, the crew was all set up. I waved at Sloan when she arrived, and she waved back. She was fully kitted out in the right gear for horse riding, and I was surprised at how quickly she had morphed into the role of cowgirl. I tried not to get caught watching her, but every now and again I glanced at her and wondered who the real Sloan Hill really was. So far I’d seen two sides of her. I’d seen the spoiled rich kid that wanted nothing more than to boast about her money. But I’d also seen an interesting, caring side that seemed more at ease out in the fresh, open air that she even realized it herself. I wished she could see how much more beautiful she looked when she stopped trying so hard. I wished too that I knew which side was the real Sloan.
The rest of the day went by quite quickly. I helped the crew with the horses and made sure they were all handled correctly. But for the most part, I stayed to the side and quietly did my work. I tried now to do work that was near to where they were filming, just in case they needed me. Once they packed up, I made my way back to the barn and put the horses away for the day. I kissed Betty and told her that she had done a fine job with all the city folks that day. She was a good horse, and they were all lucky to have met her. They were all going to go back with a good experience thanks to Betty.
I was just about to leave when my phone rang.
“Brady speaking,” I said into the receiver.
“Brady, it’s Ryan. How’s it going, man?”
I smiled at the sound of my brother’s voice. I’d gotten close to Grant over the years, especially since he moved to Wyoming. But I was still closest to Ryan. He was a little younger than me and he’d been there for me when my other brothers hadn’t. We had very different personalities, and yet we gelled in a way that I didn’t with most people.
“Ryan, hey man. It’s been far too long. Where the hell have you been?”
“Oh, you know me, just climbing the ladder.”
“Climbing the ladder? What does that even mean? And since when do you talk in riddles?”
He laughed. “I’m making my way up the proverbial ladder in order to become the world champion MMA fighter. What’s happened to your brain these days? You’re turning to mush out there. What else would I have meant?”
I chuckled. That was true. I should’ve known that he was talking about fighting. Ryan loved nothing more than talking
about his fighting career. And I didn’t blame him. He’d gone from a nobody to someone who was now winning every fight. It was impressive. And while I didn’t have any interest in fighting myself, I was always interested in hearing from him.
“That’s true. So, it’s going well then?”
“Yeah, you could say so. I just won the last fight. With Thompson Greary.”
I pictured a large scary-looking man that Ryan had shown me a picture of before. It was hard to forget a face like that. “Thompson Greary? I don’t know much about fighting, but even I know that he’s one of the top guys. I remember that picture you showed me of him once. Scary-looking man. Seriously, though? You beat him? That’s incredible.”
I could almost hear him smiling through the phone. “I’m serious. And he’s even scarier up close. It was a close one, but I did it. And now, I’m exhausted. Exhilarated, but exhausted. I’m literally sprawled out on my bed now, and I can’t get up.”
I laughed at the image. “I’d tell you that I’m exhausted too, but I have a feeling you feel worse than me.”
“I don’t know, man. You work so hard. And you do it all day every day from early morning to late afternoon. I think it’s safe to say you’re as exhausted as I am.”
“Maybe,” I agreed. “But a little less beaten up.”
“That’s true. Hey, listen, I wanted to ask you something. I heard a rumor about some movie being filmed out in Wyoming. Know anything about it? I wasn’t sure if it was true or not. But it’s a small town, so I figured you’d know if it was happening.”
“Wow, news travels fast,” I said.
“It’s called ‘the internet,'” he said and laughed. “Something you obviously don’t know about.”
“I have the internet,” I said with defiance.
“Oh yeah? When last did you go on it? Tell me the last thing that you looked up.”
“Uh, that doesn’t matter,” I said and chuckled. “Anyway, to answer your question, yes, they’re filming here. And guess where they’re doing it? Right here, on the ranch I work at.”
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