Her Cowboy

by Kat Catesby

  When she fled out my front door, Katie ripped open my chest exposing every soft, vulnerable and breakable part of me I’ve spent years hiding and protecting; she flayed me alive and didn’t give me so much as a backward glance in her urgency to flee. She left me bleeding, scared and cold in the darkness she created. Like she took the sun when she ran; sucking all the light from my life and leaving me empty and alone in the dark. And I couldn’t help but think not again.

  The second the door slammed I called Maddie but the line was engaged – a good sign as it meant Katie was calling her and would probably go there; I wouldn’t be panicking about her whereabouts or tearing up the mountainside looking for her. Eventually, my call to Maddie connected.

  “Maddie, I fucked up. Is she coming to you? Is she okay? Tell me how to fix it.” I begged.

  “You didn’t, she did. These are her issues Asher and she just needs a moment…and a verbal kick up the ass. I’ll talk to her. Try not to worry.”

  Easier said than fucking done.

  She sighed down the phone then said, “It’s a little more complicated than just the surprise of finding the spreader bar. The detective that worked her case back in Colorado Springs came to see her before the package arrived. Her psycho ex is wanted for murdering his new girlfriend.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah. It gets worse. He evaded arrest. There’s a manhunt underway. I’m feeling uneasy about the whole thing, which means Katie is definitely struggling.”

  “Christ! And then the package arrived. No wonder she was freakin’ the fuck out.”

  “Yeah, but she could’ve talked to you. Explained why she’s afraid. I’ll talk to her and send her back to you once she’s calmed down.”

  Fucking David. Will that specter ever leave my woman alone?

  I paced and paced until it felt like I had worn a groove into the hardwood and when I couldn’t take any more of that, I grabbed a stiff drink. My plan was to have several to try and obliterate the pain shattering my insides but instead I sat in my favorite chair by the fireplace and did something I hadn’t done since I was eight…I cried.

  Big, stupid, fat tears that splashed down my face like the traitors they were. How could it have gone so wrong? I honestly thought I was good at reading people – I prided myself on it. How could I have miscalculated so badly with the one person most precious to me?

  I don’t know how long I sat that way. It felt like forever and then, in the gloom of my despair, the voice belonging to my angel ripped through my pain haze.

  I’ll never forget the sound; the panic, the fear, the desperate need that saturated the syllables of my name on her tongue.

  I vaulted from my chair and made for the door to meet her as she looked for me.

  The look on her face hit me hard. The uncertainty and the unwillingness to move a step closer to me. And then, with a suddenness that knocked me sideways, something in her solidified, her body language shifted…like she finally knew what she wanted.

  I stood mesmerized as she undressed and raced up the stairs, casting me one sultry look over her shoulder to ensure I was following her. Of course, I was; I’d follow my woman to hell and back if that’s what it took to keep her, cherish her and make sure she knew how loved she was.

  I wasn’t expecting to find her as I did.

  Sprawled on my bed?

  Yes.

  Kneeling at my feet, the picture of perfect submission?

  No.

  So here I am, standing over the naked perfection that is Katie, breathless.

  I’ve been with women before who were more into the lifestyle, who wanted to act out scenes that involved this submissive position but it never did anything to stoke my desire – I was aroused because they were naked not because they were kneeling at my feet.

  But seeing Katie that way? That does something to my arousal…fires it into the stratosphere like a fucking space rocket.

  The elegant lines of her glorious body enthrall me. The glistening juices of her arousal on display possess me. I never considered myself a ‘shaven haven’ man, but with Katie? Fuck yeah, I am.

  But there’s something not quite perfect with this situation. I get what she’s doing – she’s showing me what she couldn’t say with words. She’s giving her whole self to me, entrusting me with every fiber of her being.

  Trusting me.

  It’s time for me to show her that she has my trust; that she has my whole self.

  So, I strip and kneel in front of her, mirroring her, giving her my submission.

  “You love me?” I ask as I brush away her tears, barely daring to believe the words she just whispered softly.

  “More than I can ever show you, more than I ever thought possible,” she breathes, tears of joy staining her beautiful, flushed cheeks and filling my soul.

  This is my woman and I am never letting her go.

  “Oh god, Katie, I love you so much,” I manage to breathe before crushing her lips with mine. I savor the soft fullness, the delicate flicks of her tongue against the demands of my own. I almost lost this so I take what she’s offering and drink her in until we’re both gasping for air but reluctant to stop and draw breath.

  “I need you,” I whisper against her lips. She groans as her fingers trail all over my body, leaving a wildfire in their wake.

  “You have me. I’m sorry I put you through that. I should never have walked out. I’m yours – only yours – for as long as you’ll have me. No more holding back. No more fear.”

  “Careful, Sunshine, I want it all and I want it forever. Tell me now if that’s not what you want.”

  “I want it. Take it all. Take me,” she barely finishes her sentence as I wrap her body in my arms, lift and take the final few steps to my bed. I’m not restraining myself anymore. She’s mine and I’m claiming her.

  “I need to be inside you. Now,” I basically growl like a Neanderthal.

  “Yes. Yes. Please,” she begs.

  I spread her thighs beneath me with my knees and my fingers plunge into her wet heat. It’s been an emotional few hours for us both but I love how ready her pussy always is for me. Soft and pliable, hot and soaking wet.

  I fist my aching cock and feed her the first inch. Her tight little channel parting and molding itself around me. Her arousal glistening on the bare skin of her stretched opening. I’m not a small man, but watching her stretch to capacity to fit me makes me feel enormous. I still can’t get over how easily she takes every solid inch of me; nothing feels as exquisite as bottoming out in her pulsing pussy.

  I’ve been with women who weren’t as tight as Katie and they’ve struggled to fit me, but with the goddess beneath me, it glides like a knife through butter.

  I sink further into the velvety depths of her, feeling every pulse and squeeze of her delicious cunt, every shake of her muscles as the pleasure builds, every shiver as she gasps my name and claws at my skin. I watch her glorious tits bounce with every thrust, her eyes dilating with desire and love. I want to stay buried in her all night and I might just be determined enough to make it happen.

  Lacing my fingers with hers, I set a slow but powerfully deep, grinding rhythm.

  “Where’s the spreader bar?” she asks as I sink fully into her and force the air out of her lungs.

  “Not tonight, Sunshine.” Her eyes search mine, a little confused and if I dare to believe it, a little disappointed. “It’s just us tonight baby. No toys.”

  “No toys?”

  I shake my head no. “Just you, me and a whole lotta love makin’,” I thrust hard to drive my point home and her lips part on a truly erotic gasp that makes my balls tighten and threaten to blow.

  “Right there. Oh, God. Right. There.” She pants, moans, writhes and cants her hips up to meet mine, driving me to hit that delicious little spot of ecstasy over and over.

  “Look at me, baby. I want to be the only thing you see when you come on my cock.”

  Her blazing baby blues burn into mine as we collide. I grit my te
eth to hold back but her sweet little pussy incessantly tries to milk me; every time my cock drags along her g-spot she squeezes tighter. The sensation is blinding.

  I kiss her passionately because I love her and I can’t not. She tears her lips away on a moan that increases in volume, her body bucks and then every muscle shakes.

  “Ash! I’M COMING!” she screams…and screams. Katie is so fuckin’ hot when she orgasms.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me. Who owns this pretty pussy?”

  “You do!” she sobs in ecstasy.

  “Damn straight,” I growl. “Your cunt and climaxes belong to me.”

  “Yes,” she whimpers, her body trembling as another fast orgasm tears through her. I can’t hold back anymore, my own pleasure surging through me as I shoot my white-hot seed deep into her core. For a brief moment, I hope it finds its mark; my alpha streak wanting to put my baby in her and watch her sexy curves grow and swell with our child. We’re protected by her pill though, so I know it won’t happen and that disappoints me more than I thought it would. After Sylvie, I never thought I’d open my heart up to another woman again, let alone love her enough to want to impregnate her and build a family. But that’s what I want with Katie. We’ve fallen fast and hard but I’m sure. As sure as the sun rises and sets and the thought doesn’t fuck with my head as it would have before Katie.

  I guess we’re both making progress.

  Her cunt continues to quiver in orgasmic aftershocks, milking me to perfection, demanding every drop of the seed I want to fill her with.

  “I love you,” her breath tickles my lips and she looks fearlessly into my eyes.

  Katie Morgan just seared herself into my soul.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Katie

  I wake the next morning cocooned by the smooth heat of Ash’s body and a delicious soreness deep between my legs. The kind of sore that makes you want to do it again. My sex could manage another punishing round from Ash’s pounding cock. The man is seriously, mouth-wateringly hung. Nine girthy inches of pure orgasmic perfection that I need to feel inside of me.

  I don’t normally wake up this aroused – even with Ash – but last night the sex was on a whole other level. It was just the two of us, making love in the purest of forms. It was true intimacy.

  The connection was so intense, the orgasms so powerful. Just being with him, being held by him, feeling his powerful body on mine, fills me with a need so overwhelming that I don’t think twice about waking him with my lips around his morning wood.

  “Damn baby, that’s so good,” his voice gravelly, thick with sleep.

  I deep throat his mammoth cock as best I can but I think I’m going to need to practice to fit all of him down my throat.

  Placing my hands around his steel shaft to join the fun, I take him into my mouth twice more before he pulls me off and up to straddle him. He deftly finds my already soaked entrance and slides straight home. Nothing has ever felt as good as being speared by his thick dick. I’m not known for waking up this aroused and I’m also not known for sleeping naked…but it sure has its advantages, when the sex god between my legs can just slip easily between my folds and bury himself to the hilt.

  He bites down hard on my right nipple, sending a violent shot of pleasure to my clenching core, and I melt for him, for us and for the future within our grasp.

  * * *

  Eventually, I spot the time on the clock on the nightstand and my heart jumps double time. We’re so late.

  “Baby, we need to get up.”

  “Relax, Sunshine. You’re not needed anywhere,” that sensual smirk of his sending me off-kilter once more.

  “It’s Saturday…the day that most of our guests’ check-in and out on! I’m definitely needed somewhere!”

  “Baby, it’s the 19th. Remember? Our last guest checked out last night, that’s why I was late coming home. We’re closed for the week to refurb the plumbing.”

  Of course. Even though it’s nearing high season, this was the only week where we didn’t have as many bookings and the contractor could to the work so, reluctantly, we’ve had to close the lodge for the week while the work is done. We’re even paying extra to have them work on it over the weekend to ensure it’s completed on time.

  “Aren’t you needed at the stables?” I ask just to cover all the bases before I snuggle back down in his arms.

  “Josh is working the stables this morning. I’m all yours, Sunshine…do your worst,” he smirks that sexy-as-sin smile and I melt all over again.

  * * *

  Later in the morning, I wake again – I must’ve needed the rest; my boyfriend is an insatiable sex god after all.

  The sun shining through the floor to ceiling windows is high in the sky and my body needs a few moments to adjust; I don’t normally sleep in…I also don’t normally have so much sex that I need the extra sleep. My life really is different these days and I love it.

  I also love the huge, sexy cowboy sleeping next…not sleeping next to me.

  I stretch my arm across his empty half of the bed as if the gesture alone will make him reappear. The sheets are cold so he’s been gone for a while. I grab one of his t-shirts from the closet and pull it over my mussed-up mass of hair and go in search of my absent lover.

  He’s so broad and tall that on my short stature, his t-shirt is basically a mid-thigh length dress.

  I wander down the hall to the stairs, my footsteps following the sounds I can hear below me. In my sleep befuddled state, it doesn’t register that there is more than one male voice coming from the kitchen and too late I remember that David is on the loose…I’m already around the corner and in full view of everyone in the kitchen…

  …Everyone being Ash, Dixon, and Jack. I breathe a sigh of relief but it’s momentary; with all the high-intensity emotions we went through last night, we never got around to having a conversation about David and the danger his wanted-by-the-law status presents. It’s not a conversation our current house guests need to be a part of so instead of finding the courage to bring it up now, I allow myself to get distracted by their presence and the numerous boxes and plastic packaging strewn across the shiny countertops.

  What are they up to?

  Why are they all here?

  Sensing my presence, Ash look over his shoulder, turns and then thoroughly looks me up and down with his smoldering gaze.

  Now I’m distracted by the unimpressed look on his face as it dawns on me that all I’m wearing is his t-shirt – a white one that probably looks a little see-through in the light streaming in through the windows…and no underwear. With my un-showered and bed-head appearance, I must look thoroughly fucked.

  “I didn’t know we had company,” I say uncomfortably and tug on the hem of the shirt. The action may cover an extra inch of my thighs but it tightens the garment around my breasts. Not the look I was going for.

  Asher lifts an eyebrow and his lips twitch with the hint of a smirk at my awkwardness. His eyes still look unimpressed that I’m displaying myself for anyone but him and I have to admit that I sort of love that possessive streak in him. I’ve dabbled with exhibitionism but it never thrilled me the same way a possessive alpha does, so I’m more than happy to go upstairs and change – Jack and Dixon don’t need to see my state of undress. But judging from Dix’s expression, he doesn’t mind so much.

  As I begin to back out of the kitchen, Ash strides over to me.

  “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke. I had to go into town to buy some supplies,” I eye the boxes behind him and again wonder what he’s purchased – the last item having not worked out so well for us. “I asked Jack to stand guard while I was gone so you weren’t alone.”

  Stand guard?

  What the…?

  At my confusion, Ash elaborates. “I called Maddie last night and she explained what happened with that detective droppin’ by to tell you about David.”

  I draw in a jagged breath at the mention of my crazy-murdering ex-boyfriend, my nerves pinch un
comfortably and my skin feels three sizes too small. A tiny whisper in my mind is thankful that I get to chicken out with a get-out-of-jail-free-card and not have to explain the situation.

  Ash closes the remaining distance between us with one stride and envelopes me in his massive, solid arms. Holding me up with his strength when I need him the most and I can’t help but whisper I love you into his fabric-covered chest – it’s the highest bit of him I can reach.

  “I love you too, Sunshine. You don’t have to worry, you’re safe here with me. I spoke to Detective Jones this mornin’ and got the details from him so there’s nothin’ you need to say.”

  “Okay,” I mumble, relieved. “Why did you need Jack to babysit?”

  “I went into town to meet Dix. He helped me pick out some extra security gear for the house. She’s already pretty well alarmed but I figure it couldn’t hurt to put some security cameras and motion-detecting lights out front and back. I also picked up a bunch of Echo smart speakers to put around the house so you can sync your phone and use the Alexa Voice Service to call for help if you can’t get to your phone.”

  The thought of needing to call for help and having something be so wrong that I can’t get to my phone sends a tremor through my body and I shake in Ash’s unyielding arms.

  “Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m not tryin’ to scare you. I’m just covering all our bases and makin’ our home as safe as possible.”

  Our home.

  Hearing those words spoken with his deep timbre makes my heart flutter.

  He loves me. This is our home.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Ash and Dix work on installing all the security gear and I keep them supplied with food and the occasional beer. By the time they finish, the sun has long since set so I prepare dinner – nothing spectacular as my mind isn’t in it – before Dix head’s back to town to take a late shift at the club.