by Parker, Ali
He moved faster and faster. His hips pounded against the inside of my thighs as he moved on top of me. My breasts jiggled as he gripped my legs under my knees and pushed them back.
His cock drove deep inside me.
“Too deep,” I gasped.
Dylan didn’t relent. “Your pussy was made for this. Take it, Helen. Fuck.”
His words lit a fire inside me. It licked at my insides as he fucked me and I gripped the sheets beneath me as another orgasm mounted for a second wave. Dylan watched me writhe beneath him, and then he leaned over me and sealed a hand over my mouth.
“Let go,” he growled. “They won’t hear you.”
I gave in and sank deeper into the mattress as I came. My eyes rolled back and Dylan reveled in his glory above me, fucking me straight through my climax until he too broke under his orgasm.
His body jerked as he released, and when we were both spent he let his hand fall from my mouth.
The sound of our ragged breathing filled the bunkhouse.
27
Dylan
I couldn’t keep my hands off of Helen. It had all been coming to this. There was just something about her, and I didn’t know what it was. I just knew I didn’t want to be without her. Was this what true love was all about?
Looking back, I couldn’t remember feeling this way about any of the other women I’d dated in my hometown. I felt so strongly about Helen and was glad she had finally given in to the passion between us. Even though there were guests at the ranch, she was still by my side inside my bunkhouse, and I knew that was her way of giving in—just a little at least. Before, she wouldn’t have allowed this to happen, not with guests around. But it was something wild and wicked to experience together, and all just a few feet away from the guests. It made it all feel that much sexier. I was okay with that and was really happy that she was as well.
“What are you thinking, cowboy?” she asked, as she rolled over and put her head on my chest.
“I’m thinking we go another round,” I said.
“Already?”
“I’m always ready,” I said.
She teased me and pushed me back onto the bed. “No, I mean what are you really thinking about?”
“Well, since you asked, there was something I was thinking about on the drive here. I mean, besides the fact that you’ve been ignoring me.
“What is that?”
“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about this ranch. I had a lot of time to think about it when I was home on Dawson Ranch, too. It made me compare the two, and I thought about what might interest someone visiting.”
“I like where this is going, tell me more,” she said as she propped herself up on her elbow, looking at me earnestly.
“Well, I don’t think you should try to compete with the Taylor’s ranch.”
“What? I have to. It’s not by choice, but they are my competition,” she said, getting fiery.
“Now hold on, just hear me out. What I mean is that I think you should be completely opposite of what they are.”
“Meaning?”
“I mean, they are super trendy. They’re all about social media and being modern. With the latest modern facilities, people don’t even work there. They just push a button and the farm work is done. But for you, people come here to work as meditation. They want to appreciate the food on the table because they helped put it there. They picked the vegetables or gathered the eggs and so forth.”
“Okay, but we’re already doing that. Honestly, it’s not very popular once the novelty wears off,” she said.
“That’s because it’s not extreme enough. Think about it, Helen. What if you trimmed down what you have here and made it like a true pioneer ranch experience. I’m not saying get rid of all the modern conveniences, just a few here and there that the guests would find interesting.”
“Like what exactly?”
“Take your water pump for example. You have the modern kind, you just turn it like a faucet and water comes out. On the Dawson Ranch, we still have the old style, it’s been there since the early 1900s. You have to pump it with elbow grease to get it going. It’s a minor thing, but I love it. Having to work for water is something I think the guests would enjoy.”
“That’s really a great idea Dylan! I love it.”
“And there are few other things like that. Hell, if you wanted to go really extreme you could get some costume rental involved.”
“What?”
“Yes, costumes people can wear to make them feel like it’s the 1800s. Pioneer dresses, old-style cowboy stuff like wearing chaps, vests, that sort of thing. Almost like a living museum ranch. That would be going the complete opposite of the competition, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, it would! That is genius. I absolutely love it,” she said giving me a big kiss.
“You do?”
“I do. I think it would fit right in, and you’re right, it couldn’t be more different than what they are doing over at the Taylor Saddle Complex. That would give us an edge on the competition. They would never do that, and they couldn’t with the way their ranch is laid out and set up. But my house is old, built in the 1900s. I think the barn and the stables have also been there since that time with a few modifications. This could really work,” she said, with a big smile on her face.
“Damn, I absolutely love to see you smile like that,” I said. “And I like being the one to put that smile there even more.”
“I like that, too. Seems to be happening a lot lately. First winning the mechanical bull competition and now this,” she said.
“By this do you mean I gave you an orgasm and you smiled?” I teased her.
She playfully slapped my chest. “Dylan, no. That is not what I meant. I meant coming up with this idea for the ranch.”
“Well alright, I guess that counts too.”
“Of course,” she laughed.
Her laugh gave me a hot fever all over. I rolled on top of her, unable to contain myself anymore. I kissed her on the lips, on the neck, and over her naked breasts. She softly moaned my name. Once again, she let me make love to her and I enjoyed every single moment of it.
But what surprised me the most, was that she fell asleep in my arms. There was no haste and anxiety in her body. She wasn’t anxious to put her clothes on and sneak back across the ranch to her own house. This was a big deal. It was a step in the right direction, the direction I wanted to go—being together. Since she was comfortable enough to fall asleep, it made me feel good and trusted. We had guests at the ranch, and it was no concern to her at all. As she slept, she looked like a lovely angel. I kissed her forehead and fell asleep wrapped around her.
28
Helen
I woke up in the middle of the night. Where was I? I looked around and realized that I was in a bunkhouse, Dylan’s bunkhouse. I sat up straight, what had I done? I had never slept with him after having sex. I’d always made sure that we separated and didn’t fall asleep in each other’s arms overnight. I turned and looked at him sleeping, he looked absolutely gorgeous. What’s more is that I felt really safe there with him. This felt good. I hadn’t slept with a man at my side since my husband more than two years before. I missed it. I missed that feeling of having them wrapped around me and feeling safe in the dark in the middle of the night. I sighed and made a decision. I would allow this, just for tonight.
Laying back down, I settled in, putting my cheek on his strong chest. His manly scent was all around me. This felt good, really good. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep again.
The next morning, I got dressed before the sun made an appearance on the horizon. There was just a soft twilight glow as the morning threatened to reveal itself. I quickly put on my clothes and left, heading to my own house.
We still had a full slate of guests, and all of them would be checking out by 2 p.m. if not earlier. That time was the latest, because we did want to offer them breakfast as well as a light lunch for the road. This also seemed to work well with the visitors,
though most didn’t stay for lunch. Most of them had a long drive so they would eat breakfast and then start to load up their vehicles and get going, but without the pressure of the clock looming. I knew they all appreciated the late check-out.
“I had a fantastic time and you can be sure I’ll be writing a positive article on this place,” Todd said to me as he sat at the breakfast table. I was making my rounds, and chatting with the guests, making sure they’d had a good time. So, I wasn’t sitting with him.
“I’m really happy to hear that, Todd, and I can’t wait to read it,” I said.
“I’ll be sure and send you an email with a link. Is the email address I booked the place with a good one for you or should I use something else?”
I knew he was fishing for more personal contact information, but I couldn’t do that to him. I really wasn’t interested in him that way, and things were already complicated and messy enough with Dylan. “Yes, that address is just fine. Thank you, I’ll look forward to it.”
“Great. I didn’t see you at the stargazing last night.”
“No, I had a lot of bookkeeping and accounts to do. I can’t always join in on all the activities, but out here in the dark, I am lucky enough to see these beautiful stars every night.”
“Right, no light pollution like in the city. I forgot how many stars there were,” he smiled. “It was really nice.”
“Helen, can you come take a look at this?” Eddie shouted at me from the outdoor kitchen.
“Be right there Eddie! Thanks again, Todd,” I said to him again, then made my way over to Eddie to deal with whatever he needed.
Later, after all the guests had checked out, I was very excited to get started on the new idea that Dylan had described. Normally, I would spend the entire day going through my routine once the last of the guests had checked out, mostly laundry and cleaning the bungalows. But I decided it could wait until the next day this time, because I really wanted to get a head start on brainstorming the changes.
“Ready?” I said, clipboard in my hand with a writing pad and pen.
“Absolutely,” Dylan responded with a smile. When he smiled at me like that, I immediately thought of him naked underneath me.
“Let’s get started.”
“Okay. I already wrote down the period costumes and water pump idea. I thought maybe as we walked around the ranch there might be some ideas that pop in our mind about what we could do to make it a little bit more traditional,” I said.
“Sounds good to me, and I’m more than happy to help. This will be fun. Where should we start?”
“Well, the pasture.”
“The pasture?
“I want your advice on an idea I had, one that I thought about while you were gone.”
“Okay, lay it on me,” he said.
We walked toward the grassy fields. The horses were already out on the pasture, happily eating grass for the day.
“So, this has to do with the stargazing. As I’m sure you noticed, we had stargazing last night with Eddie leading with his telescopes.”
“I did notice that was new,” he said.
“Yes, absolutely. So when I was talking to Eddie about it, I thought that I could make it an activity here on the ranch by building a tower platform here. Not too high, but high enough so that everyone can get up there and see the beauty of the surrounding area. During the day it could be a good lookout point for birdwatching, looking for deer and that kind of thing. And at night the telescopes could be brought up here and anchored down, and people could stargaze. Just sitting up here, laying on their backs looking at the stars. What do you think?”
He smiled a big smile. “I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea. In fact, now I want something like that on Dawson Ranch. I don’t know why we don’t have one. It’s brilliant. We mostly just sit up in the barn loft with the doors open and our legs dangling off in order to get a view of the back forty acres, but nothing like what you’re describing. I wish we had a bird tower like that to get a 360-degree view of the whole ranch. We can only get that if we climb the silos, and that’s dangerous,” he said.
“Really? You really like the idea?”
“I really do. Where do you think you would put it?”
“Well, that is something I’m hoping you can help me figure out. I know the land is uneven in some areas, and I would want to see where we could get the best view. Things like that.”
“I’d be more than happy to do that. Might have to get a bit of surveying equipment to see how level the ground is, but that is something I can easily do.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Anything for you, Helen.”
We stared at each other and there was that fire between us again. But this time it was more than just lust, it was emotion and caring. And that was starting to scare me.
“What else?” I said, pulling away from that intense stare and walking back toward the main areas of the ranch.
I heard him groan, as though disappointed that I didn’t want to linger in the thick chemistry between us.
“How about we start with the basics. Let’s go to the entrance of the ranch,” he said.
“The entrance?”
“Yep. All the way out to the cattle guard. If people are going to be arriving and expecting to be in a different century, let’s look at what they’ll see when they get here,” he said.
“I like the way your mind works,” I said. I was really impressed with the way he thought about things. Maybe he was really good at this hotel ranch business after all. Together we walked out toward the cattle guard, the entrance of the ranch. We walked out onto the main road and looked at my ranch from that area. It was a different view, one that I was used to seeing whenever I drove home, but I’d never really stopped and just looked. It really was beautiful. My home was happily situated and looked old and proper. A good Victorian-style ranch home with some craftsman touches and a wrap-around porch. Anyone would want to sit on that porch in a rocking chair and be lazy.
“Lanterns,” he said.
“Lanterns? What?”
“You could put lanterns down the driveway. Give it that old country look, as though the only way to light the way was with lanterns. They don’t have to be gas lanterns or anything. There are new ones that are very safe, battery operated and only look like fire. But it would give it that grand entrance look, something that says you are now entering a different time. Not overdo it, just maybe three on each side, spaced out evenly.”
He had this far-off look as he spoke. As though he could actually already see it there. I looked at the driveway, realizing he was onto something. That would be beautiful, and it would make a statement with a very simple addition.
“I like it. I like it a lot,” I said.
“It’s simple, not that expensive and completely doable. And, if at some point you decide you don’t like it or want to change your theme, you can always just take them down and use them in the barn, the stables or anywhere, really.”
“I think it would look beautiful and give a sense of country romance to the entryway,” I said, looking at what I had now which was just clamp lights on the fence post. It was almost embarrassing now that I looked at it. And most guests did arrive late on Friday evening after having driven all day. That would give a sense of beauty and intrigue the minute they turned on the road.
“All right, let’s keep going,” he said, walking back down the driveway toward the ranch.
I followed him, knowing that we really were on to something. This new business model could change everything. It would even give those guests that had already been here something new and inviting to come back to. The completely different experience of a pioneer country life.
“Now, that oak tree over there with the lights strung across it over the eating area reminds me of my own home. Something my sister did one time when we had a grand outdoor dinner, a harvest dinner,” he said.
“Yes?
“Well, it wasn’t just a din
ner, it was a grand celebration. Small and intimate, but still grand, just the same. There was a fiddler, a drummer, and someone on banjo. It was a nice little country dance, very casual. Have you ever thought about surprising your guests with something like that? You wouldn’t have to have it on the itinerary. You could just bust it out some night when you have a full house. You could have a band or even just a couple of musicians. It would be easy enough to lay out hay bales in a circle and even bring in someone from town to teach the two-step. Marshall told me youngsters always want to go into town and go to the dances and drink. But what if we could bring it to them here and not just in the modern way that they would get at Mickey’s, but in an older way. Old-timey band, old-timey dances. That kind of thing.”
My mouth fell open. I felt stupid for never thinking of something so simple and beautiful before. Of course people wanted to have a good time after doing manual labor all day. This was why people did it in the old times anyway, it was something to look forward to. It was the reward after work.
“That is amazing Dylan. I’m absolutely writing that one down,” I said, scribbling down the idea, along with the lanterns.
We continued on like this, hitting the barn, the stables, the corrals and the bungalows. At each area, we thought of ideas to fit the theme we were going for. There were a lot of small things that we could do that would make a big impact, yet not inconvenience the visitors very much. I was feeling very excited about all of this. I wouldn’t jump into it straight away. These were things I could get organized to do after the summer season, which was the busiest. I could make these changes for the fall season, and I think it really could bring out more people, especially the costume aspect with Halloween involved. I could see it now, hay bales, pumpkins, and squash decorating the area, with lanterns lending a spooky feeling. I got so excited.
When we were done, Dylan followed me into my office so that I could put these ideas into the computer and save them for research later.
