by Emerson Rose
When it hits me I almost cry from the intensity. How much of this can I take before the main event takes place? Is this how it always is with him? I’ve heard people do this every day, how can that be possible? Unless Beau is amazing and different and special and I suspect that he is all of those things and more.
“Beau, please, god please…” My plead doesn’t go unheard, his magical tongue does this thing that I can’t come close to describing and I lose my mind gripping the sheets and arching my back off the bed.
“Yes, Beau god yes don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t, until my body relaxes and I’m lying like a wet noodle under him panting and satisfied.
I open my eyes when I feel him slide up my body and find him smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
“You like?”
“Oh my god Beau, I love. You know I do.” He has asked me this after every orgasm he’s given me, and each time if feels more intimate, more meaningful.
“I want to be inside of you so fucking bad. Are you sure you still want to do this today?”
“Um, yes, never surer in my life.”
“Good girl.” He kisses the hollow of my neck and rolls off the bed leaving me missing the warmth of his body.
It doesn’t take long to find out that the reason he left me chilly is the same thing that will heat me back up. He reaches into the bedside table for a condom and drops his boxers revealing what I have been feeling pressed against me through that thin material all morning and oh my god it’s impressive.
He is glorious with clothes on, ridiculously beautiful in boxers, but naked, this man is a God. Working a ranch from sun up to sun down means there is no need for cowboys to have gym memberships. If anyone ever doubted that, one look at Beau naked would put those doubts to rest forever.
I watch his skilled fingers roll the condom on his long thick cock and panic seizes me. This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, the thing I’ve been stressing about and saving for that one special man since puberty. The moment I lose my virginity.
Beau senses my panic, I don’t know how he does it but he does. He pulls back the comforter and points to the space between the sheets. I roll into the spot and he slides in behind me spooning around my body.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of you know.”
“I don’t know, I’ve never known remember?”
“I do, I’ve thought of nothing else since you told me. You can stop anytime you want. This doesn’t have to happen today.” He nuzzles his face into my damp hair and kisses my neck and I melt against him.
“No, I want it to be today. I had a moment when you weren’t touching me but it’s over, I’m ready, I’m sure.”
“Good, I’m glad because I can safely say I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.” He sucks my earlobe between his lips and gently bites down. Distracted by the sensation I don’t realize he is turning me to face him until I’m looking into his dark blue fully dilated eyes. I’ve always wondered what bedroom eyes looked like, now I know.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and slides his hand under the covers. I feel his fingers behind my knee as he pulls it up over his hip until the tip of his length is touching my soaking wet entrance.
I inhale a deep breath and prepare to hold it until the worst is over, but he senses my tension and pauses until I breathe again.
“Relax baby, I’ve got you.” His voice is deep and convincing and very effective. In seconds my arms are around his neck, my fingers are laced into his damp hair and my lips are on his tasting myself for the first time.
He reaches between us and guides his cock between my folds stroking me up and down with his soft head until I push against him arching my back, begging him to enter.
The roar of my pulse drowns out anything he might be saying when he slides into me for the first time and amazingly it is perfectly perfect. I am so primed, so wet and ready that this first penetration is pain free. I love the feeling of being full of him, connected, one with him. When he pushes all the way into me root deep, I gasp, not from pain, but relief.
All the worrying I’ve done was for naught. He handled me like a professional virginity thief making sure the experience would be nothing but pleasure filled. Beau is not only a physically fit god, but a fucking sex god, literally he is a fucking, sex, god.
He whispers in my ear, “You like?” and I moan “I love,” while he pulls back and reenters again slowly, carefully, exactly the way I need it to be.
“Look at me Charlotte.” He says slipping his hand under my chin to tilt my face to his. “I want to see this. I want to watch you come for the first time with me buried deep inside of you. Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you need. Do you want it like this?” he says pushing incredibly deep. “Yes.”
“How about like this?” He slides out and thrusts into me hard and fast taking my breath away. “Yes, yes.”
“Does this feel good?” he asks circling his hips while he begins a slow rhythm. “Oh god yes.” I close my eyes and let my head fall back but he wasn’t kidding about wanting to watch.
“Eyes here Charlotte, don’t take your eyes off of me.” I do as I’m told, happily giving him my eyes while he does new and wonderful things to my body.
I’m not sure when but at some point he rolled on top of me. My legs are wrapped around his hips and my ankles are crossed behind his ass pushing, encouraging him to go deeper with every thrust. With our eyes locked he glides in and out building the pace until neither of us can hold back any longer.
“Charlotte, this time you need to come with me.” I don’t know how he is talking, I’m out of breath panting and in such a state of euphoria there is no way I could verbally communicate so I nod.
I grip his sculpted shoulders and dig my short fingernails into his flesh and we lose control at the exact same time. He roars my name followed by a long loud growl but I’m not sure what’s coming out of my mouth.
I could be yelling his name or maybe oh god, or holy shit, but nothing can adequately describe what I’m feeling in this moment. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, the pop rocks in my tummy have turned into dust and my skin tingles like a mild electrical shock pulsating from my core outward to my limbs.
When we have come down from the highest high Beau collapses on top of me panting and smiling against my neck, I know because I can feel it.
“Was it everything you’d hoped for?”
I nod.
“Do you want to do it again?”
I nod again.
“Good, so, you like?”
My brain remembers finally how to form words, but just barely, which is okay because I only need two.
“I love,” I whisper and we proceed to snuggle, order room service and do it again and again until I don’t know how I’m going to find the strength to stay awake for the flight home.
14
Today is gonna suck.
Beau
Wednesday morning I flew Charlotte home to Redwater Montana and watched her climb into her truck and drive away. There was no way in hell I could have torn myself away from her any sooner. Even twenty-four hours of intimacy did not come close to satisfying my craving for her.
But now, in the harsh reality of the day, I have to switch my focus to other things. Like telling my father I have hired a nurse. Charlotte has a single friend who works in a nursing home twenty-five miles from her home. Lucky for me her friend only lives ten minutes from my ranch and is thrilled to take a private job with a fifty percent raise and living quarters in our main house.
We still need to have a face to face, but the details were hashed out over the phone this morning while Charlotte showered. Constance is going to play the part of a live in housekeeper so that mom can have more time to work in her gardens this summer. That way she won’t realize that she has a nurse watching after her.
She will probably balk at having someone clean her house at first, but I know how much she loves
her gardens and I think she would give her right arm to spend entire days digging in the earth.
When I’m done informing him of our new housemate I’ll have to bring him up to speed on the land situation in Othello prairie.
So, in other words the rest of this day is going to suck.
I’ve enlisted my friend from high school, Griffin Mason, to help me with the fake land deal. He lives and works in Manhattan as a lawyer but we have always stayed in touch. And since he agrees that our family feud is stupid and that it’s noble to help the Deardons with my gift, he worked up the documents I need to convince my dad that that land isn’t ours. And when dad asks why I was looking into it at all, I’ll tell him the insurance people found out the land didn’t belong to us and they didn’t want to pay for the damage to the roof caused by the tornado.
And technically it isn’t going to be, because I am giving it to them. But as far as dad will know it was theirs to begin with, therefore he will have no other recourse but to allow them to live in the house I built there.
Like I said, this day is going to suck. At the end of it all I will be meeting up with Charlotte and her family to tell them the good news that Charlotte already knows. That part of the day might not suck, but you never know with Jack Deardon. He could be an ass and flat out refuse the land just to be stubborn and give me a hard time, but if he’s smart he will take it and be content.
When all of that is finished and I have handed over the house keys to Jack and Sarah, I plan on kidnapping Charlotte and ravishing her at my house for the rest of the night.
I wanted to show it to her anyway since she will be living there when she comes back from school in two months. Killing two birds with one stone has never sounded so good.
I climb into my truck and turn down the road that leads to the main house ready for battle. Dad isn’t happy about me taking yesterday off work. He called to tell me four times yesterday when I put my phone on do not disturb to make love to Charlotte. Each message he left he sounded increasingly more irritated until on the fourth one he threatened to disown me and leave the ranch to my cousin Lester in St. Louis. Cue an eye roll and a snort. Lester is an investment banker who knows nothing about ranching. Nice try dad.
I called last night and told him I had to meet with an insurance guy about the damage at the ranch after the tornado. He partially believed me, but he didn’t like that I wasn’t coming home to be with mom. Her memory is worse in the evenings and he doesn’t like to see her that way. I thought well, tough shit, neither do I.
On the way to the house I see Dale and Mick on horseback herding several stray cows through a gate. I imagine they’re getting worried about the black clouds forming out West, trying to make sure all the animals are accounted for in case there is another storm.
I feel guilty that I’m making them one man short again today but what I’m doing is important, not only for my mother’s health and safety but also Charlotte’s parents wellbeing.
It’s crazy to think that I am going to give the people I’ve been taught to despise my whole life one hundred acres of land. What’s even crazier is I’m happy to do it simply because they are Charlotte’s parents and I have feelings for her.
Feelings. What the hell? The only kind of feelings I’ve ever had for women have been physical. As in, how many ways can I twist them, tie them up, spank and fuck them.
Charlotte has me wanting to make sure her needs are met before mine. She has me considering a future with only one woman, she has me cuddling for fucks sake.
At home I climb the steps to the front porch expecting to find my dad inside pacing the living room. Instead he is waiting for me in one of six red Adirondack chairs lined up along the porch for our ranch hands to sit in when they eat lunch.
No one is eating lunch, because it’s only nine o’clock in the morning, so he is alone.
“You’re lookin’ well rested son, how’d that meetin’ go?”
“Fine, everything is covered, we should have a check coming in a month or so.”
He narrows his eyes at me; I already know he is suspicious. I called our insurance agent and made sure all of this was indeed handled in case dad decided to check into it. I don’t like being caught in a lie.
“Good, good. Sit down, let’s talk.”
Shit, that was supposed to be my line. Dad always did know how to set a person on the defensive, even when there was no reason for it.
“Great, I’m glad you’re here I have a couple of things I wanted to discuss with you anyway.”
I take the chair on his right closest to the front door. “How’s mom?”
“She’s fine, same, got a little feisty last night though when you didn’t come home.”
“Dad, she gets feisty every night, you just don’t know it because you refuse to come home in time to deal with it.”
“I got work to do, and that’s why you moved back home isn’t it? To help with your mom.”
“Help, not be completely responsible. That’s what I wanted to talk about anyway. I’ve hired a full time live in nurse for mom. She can’t be alone all day anymore, she dropped a coffee mug the other night and it broke all over the floor. She didn’t even know who I was or where she was. She could have hurt herself.”
I take a deep breath and wait for his rebuttal but there is none.
“You hired a nurse?”
“Yes, she’s going to start tomorrow morning. She can live in my old bedroom since it’s close to yours.”
He looks away from me and slouches back into his chair staring out at the incoming storm.
“Are you moving out?”
His question takes me off guard, he isn’t yelling and protesting my decision like I expected him to.
“No, I’ll stay. I want to keep helping her. I’m not trying to get out of anything here. I just want her safe when we aren’t around.”
“Okay.”
With a frown I lean forward with my arms on my knees and look over at him. Is it possible that he realizes how bad this has become and accepted it?
“Okay?”
“Yeah, I know you’re right. As much as I hate to admit it she’s getting worse every day. She almost set the house on fire this morning when she tossed a dishtowel on top of the toaster after she put in a piece of toast. That’s why I’m home. I couldn’t leave her.”
“I was afraid of something like that. That’s why I hired the nurse.”
“Your ma isn’t gonna like having a nurse takin care of her ya know?”
“I do, that’s why the nurse has agreed to pretend she is a housekeeper. I’m going to tell mom we did it so she could garden more and not have to worry about cleaning the house.”
“Nice, good idea son. She might just go along with that, the woman loves digging in her dirt.”
“Thanks.”
“You got the nurse, nothin’ to thank me for.”
“I mean thanks for not fighting me on this. I know it’s hard admitting she’s getting worse. It’s hard for me too, it breaks my heart when she goes to that faraway place where she doesn’t recognize me.”
He takes a deep breath in and blows it out, “Yeah, me too.”
We sit in silence for a while, the wind picks up and I see a few sprinkles on the windshield of my truck in the driveway.
“Dad, there’s something else I have to talk to you about.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” He turns his attention back to me and I swear he looks ten years older. Losing his wife slowly piece by piece is painful and I imagine he has been reliving the guilt of cheating on her as things worsen.
“You know the land out in Othello prairie?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
Time to lie. “A while back I went out to check on Carmen’s old house.”
He sits up straight in his chair and suddenly looks very interested and I want to punch him. When he realizes his mistake he tries to wipe the anticipation off of his face but it’s too late, I’ve already seen it.
I used
to sleep with a ranch hand named Carmen Ortega. She was one sexy ass, long legged, wild, kinky chick that traveled with a rodeo and worked wherever she was staying. We hire temporary help all the time and when we started fucking she made sure to come to Whiskey Hill Ranch whenever she was nearby.
Carmen was my perfect woman. All sex and no feelings, here and then gone with the promise of more kinky nights the next time she came to town. Her visits got to be so frequent that I felt bad making her sleep in the barn with all the other extra ranch hands. Not bad enough to let her sleep in mine, mind you, so I built her a house of her own.
I didn’t do it because I loved her or wanted to make things permanent. I did it because she was my friend and I liked fucking her and I didn’t want her to stop coming around because the accommodations sucked.
Apparently my father liked fucking her too. Now I didn’t mind Carmen fucking other guys. In fact, I assumed she did since she was only around a few months out of the year and I certainly wasn’t a one-woman man. But I draw the line at sharing pussy with my father. I told her to leave and never come back.
I was not happy when I found them together in the house that I built for Carmen, not happy at all. Dad always thought it was because I had feelings for her but that wasn’t it. I was furious that he was messing around on my mom and come to find out, that wasn’t the first time, far from it.
And that brings me to why my dad has a shitty reputation with some of the staff at the Belfair. He used to take mom there all the time for mini vacations until he decided to use it as a love nest for his girlfriends. When mom asked why they didn’t go there anymore he said it had changed owners and the place went downhill. Mom accepted that because why wouldn’t she? Her husband of thirty years told her it was true so it was.
“She isn’t back dad, don’t get so excited.”
“I wasn’t, I mean, I didn’t think she was, oh hell just say what you gotta say.”
“All right then I will. When I spoke to the people at the insurance company I had to report some of the damage on the house’s roof from the tornado. It was minor but that’s why we have insurance. Someone looked into it and found out that the land surrounding the house, the land that we have been fighting with the Deardon’s over forever, is actually the Deardon’s land along with everything on it, including Carmen’s house.”
