by Ali Parker
“This is it. Off to the left,” I said, pointing out the land off the road about twenty minutes later.
“This? It’s beautiful Connor. What I can see of it, anyway,” she said.
We drove down the dirt road that led to the area of the land that we were hunting on. The sun was just starting to peek over the trees and the sky was a brilliant orange. Dylan was sitting on the tailgate of his truck drinking coffee from a thermos. He smiled as we pulled up next to him.
“I guess he got out of bed after all,” Lydia laughed.
“Thank goodness.”
“Y’all ready to get our dinner?” he said, speaking loudly.
“Absolutely,” Lydia said, getting out of the truck before I could answer.
“All right then, let’s get to it. I’ve already been scouting the trees and can hear the doves in that area,” Dylan appointed.
“First I need to show Lydia how to shoot,” I said.
“Oh, I already know how to shoot,” she said.
“You do?”
“Of course I do. Besides, if we start shooting we’ll scare off all the birds. Then what’s the point?” she asked.
“Yeah Connor, what are you thinking?” Dylan teased, by agreeing with her. “If the lady says she can shoot, I believe her.”
“All right, if you say so,” I said, thinking that maybe she was being over-confident. Maybe she had shot a pistol at a firing range once or twice and thought she knew everything there was to know. I would just have to make sure we were really careful when she had the rifle in her hand.
“Y’all ready?” Dylan said a few moments later as we all stood side-by-side with rifles in our hands. “I’m going to fire a warning shot into the tree line, and the doves will fly into the sky.”
“I’m ready,” Lydia said.
“I’m going to let Lydia take this round,” I said.
“One, two, three,” Dylan fired a warning shot.
The birds flew up into the air. Lydia fired several shots and I couldn’t believe my eyes as three birds fell out of the sky. She had them point blank. She stopped and turned to look at me with a big smile on her face.
“Woo-hoo! Look at that, Connor. This pretty little lady is a better shot than you!” Dylan said.
“Yes, she is. That was very impressive,” I said, admiring her. I realized she was right. There was a lot about her that surprised me. I knew then that there was a lot about her I didn’t know and was eager to find out. She was a mystery to me.
We spent the entire morning hunting and having a good time. Lydia continued to be an expert marksman. She took down more birds than Dylan and I combined, and we were both shocked.
Around nine, we sat on the tailgates eating the breakfast burritos I had packed that morning. It was good to sit out in nature and enjoy the moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful woman even when I was surrounded by the beauty of nature.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to the ranch. I still have a lot of work to do, even though it will be a late start today,” Dylan said, when we were done eating.
“Make sure to take care of those birds when you get back.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. Lydia, it was a pleasure. I have never seen a woman shoot like you did this morning,” Dylan said, politely.
“It was fun, Dylan. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Connor, I will see you back at the ranch later, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m going to take Lydia home and then I’ll be on my way.”
Dylan said his goodbyes and then drove off. Lydia and I were close behind, but as soon as we got out to the main road we headed in the direction of the city.
“Are you going to tell me where you learned to shoot like that?” I asked, sitting beside her as I drove.
“Nope.”
“Oh, I see. You want to retain a bit of mystery. I can understand that. All right, keep your secrets, you mysterious beautiful woman.”
She laughed at my joke.
When we pulled up to her house, I walked her to her door. I wished that I had planned a longer day with her, because now that it was time to say goodbye, all I could think about was how much I didn’t want to.
“It was a lot of fun. It’s been a long time since I did something like that. I had a great time,” she said, as she unlocked the front door.
“I am more than happy to have been the one to give you that much fun. You know, Lydia, you are not what I thought you were. You have a lot more cowgirl in you than I expected.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes. She licked her bottom lip. Was that an invitation? The last time I kissed her, she slapped me. It wasn’t exactly a good idea for me to try to kiss her again. I didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good morning, but the tension growing between us as she looked up at me was growing thicker by the minute. I couldn’t help myself, so I leaned down and kissed her softly.
To my surprise, she didn’t pull away. Or slap me. I kissed her deeper, putting my hands on her back. Her small petite body felt good against me. I wanted more and more of her. Then, to my surprise, I felt her hands move on top of my shoulders, but she didn’t stop there. She pulled me toward her, pulling me inside of her home. This was a pleasant surprise.
My body was already responding to her and I could feel my cock growing hard. Kissing her felt good, it felt right. I closed the front door and she kept pulling me towards her. We kissed greedily, moving toward her couch. She pushed me down on it, and I sat down, completely surprised. She smiled and straddled me, just like a cowgirl. She mounted me and kissed me some more. I was in heaven. This was turning out to be a very eventful morning.
16
Lydia Myers
I straddled him. This was a cowboy that I wanted to ride. My hands pressed against his strong chest, feeling the muscles underneath his western shirt. Muscles that rippled as he moved. Kissing him with deep passion, as though it was pent up between us for weeks, and it had been, on my part anyway. His lips were soft as mine brushed against them. Then he stopped kissing me and looked at me with those light green eyes.
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“I’m just glad you didn’t slap me this time,” he grinned.
I laughed. “I am so embarrassed about that, but I definitely won’t be doing that today.”
“I deserved it. But I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, look at you,” he said, in kind of a moan.
His words turned me on. I liked being viewed as attractive and feminine by this sexy and rugged man. Feelings of arousal pushed through me even more than before, forcing me to press my lips against his once more. Strong masculine hands touched my lower back and I moaned at feeling his strength. He became bold, and as his hands moved down over my bottom. I moved mine up his shoulders. As we kissed, my nipples pressed against the fabric of my shirt, aching to be touched by him.
Connor kissed me harder. His tongue moved gently inside my mouth and I pushed my hands into his soft hair. My body responded with goose bumps as Connor’s hands moved up my back and down again, over and over, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. Rubbing myself against Connor, I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. I moaned as the sensitive part of me pressed against the bulge. I was getting wetter by the second and I wanted him badly.
“Connor, do you have a condom?” I asked, breathless.
“Yes Lydia, I do.”
Connor put his large hands on my waist and lifted me up, turning me. He laid me down on my back on the couch. Lifting himself up onto his knees, he pulled out his wallet and took out a condom.
“Not here,” I stood up and grabbed his hand. He smiled as I led him from the living room to the bedroom.
“You are so beautiful, Lydia,” Connor whispered, as I pulled him along.
“Thank you, Connor.”
As soon as we entered the bedroom he pulled me to him and kissed me firmly. I smiled through the kiss, noting his enthusiasm.
“I just can’t get enough
of you,” Connor said, while his large hands moved down my back. He moved forward and I stepped backward with him while we kissed, toward the bed until the back of my legs pressed against it.
Greedily, I pushed my hands into the waistline of his jeans and pulled at his shirt. I wanted to feel his hard stomach. Connor’s hands did the same on my back, pulling my shirt up. Fumbling, we both stopped and smiled at each other. I pulled my own shirt over my head, while he took his off. He sighed as he put his hand on the cleavage peeking out of my bra. Then he kissed my neck, going further down until his lips were on the valley between my breasts. He kissed softly and I pushed my hands into Connor’s hair.
My bra was becoming a nuisance so I unhooked it. He did the rest of the work, taking it off of me. “Damn,” he said, as he looked at my bare breasts. His hands followed his gaze, massaging my nipples. I threw my head back, indulging in the pleasure.
I couldn’t wait any longer. “Take your jeans off, cowboy,” I ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” he said with a grin. I watched as he pulled off his boots, then his jeans and boxers. He stood there, naked and perfect. The ripped and toned features of his body were making me want to drool. Muscular thighs surrounded his large and long cock that was very rigid. I bit my lip as I allowed my gaze to take in his abs and strong arms. He really was a rugged cowboy.
His lip curled up into a sideways grin as he stepped toward me. Connor’s hands moved to my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them. I looked down, watching his strong hands delicately move. As he did so, the back of his hand grazed my stomach, further and further down. A moan escaped my mouth.
Connor grabbed the waistline of my jeans and panties, pushing them down to the floor in one swift move. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped out of them along with my boots. He moaned as he kissed my thighs, slowly raising himself up. The pent up sexual tension gathering between my thighs couldn’t wait anymore. I turned around and climbed onto the bed on all fours.
“Oh fuck, that’s damn sexy,” he said, watching me. Then I laid down on my back with my knees bent and my feet flat on the bed.
“Come here, cowboy,” I motioned with my finger.
“Yes ma’am,” he said. He picked up his jeans and pulled out the condom. I watched as he tore it open and rolled it onto his hard cock. I could watch him do that over and over, I thought to myself. Connor climbed on top of the bed, positioning his body between my thighs. His lips met mine in a delicious kiss. I loved feeling the heat of his naked skin against mine. He smelled so good, like a man. Every fiber in my body made me feel like this was right. This was what I had needed for so long.
“I want you more than I can tell you Lydia, but I want to make sure that this is what you want,” he said as he looked at me. His light green eyes focused on mine.
“Yes Connor. It’s what I want. I want it—badly.”
The thick tip of his cock pressed against my wet entrance. I couldn’t help but open my thighs wider, beckoning him in deep. I wanted to beg, but there was no way. Not yet.
Connor pushed inside of me, slowly. I moaned and pressed my lips against his strong shoulder.
“Lydia, you feel so good. You are so tight.” His words were thick with lust as he pushed in, inch by inch. The sensation of him filling me was exquisite. I never wanted to let go of him.
Some part of me wanted to be concerned with the idea of letting him have all of me. I didn’t know him that well, but I yearned for more. There was no stopping now. We’d gone too far. And I wanted to go further.
With a deep groan that reverberated through his body, he reached the depths of me. He stayed there for a moment, as though savoring it. Then he moved, gliding himself out of me slowly, then in again. I ran my hands up and down the sides of his tight body as he moved.
“Yes Connor. Oh Connor,” was all that I could say, over and over again. Tiny pulses grew between my thighs as I moved closer and closer to orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from my body.” His voice sent shivers across my exposed skin.
“I’m going to come. Connor, I’m going to come,” I whispered, between biting his shoulder and kissing it.
“Give it all to me.”
That was all I needed. My body tensed and then released. The wave of pleasure tore through me, making me realize that it had been months since I had a man give me this kind of feeling. I groaned in response.
Connor slowed his movements, and covered my mouth with his. My body went limp against the bed. He stopped and just stayed inside as he kissed me. His hand massaged my breast.
Then he started moving again. “Mmm-hmm, now you are so damn wet. Fuck.”
He slid back and forth, over and over. His movements became faster, pumping his hips.
Groaning, he said, “I’m going to come. I can’t hold back.” I held onto him and felt his muscles get tight as his breath fell on me. A sexy moan escaped him and I knew that he had achieved his orgasm. The weight of his body fell on top of me as he allowed himself to relax.
We both lay there, not saying a word. It was pure enjoyment of the afterglow surrounding us. I knew that I had needed that release badly. Connor pulled out and lay beside me on my bed. I was still experiencing the fulfillment of orgasm.
“That was incredible,” he finally said.
I smiled. “Yes, I will have to agree with that.”
“I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Neither was I. You just looked so cute standing there at my door that I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, I should stand at the door more often,” he said with a smile.
“I guess Dylan will be expecting you at the ranch.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t you have a lot of work to do? It’s not the weekend.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. “Are you trying to get rid of me already?”
“No, not exactly. It’s just that I have to come out tomorrow to meet with Abi and finalize the order. I’ll feel strange if Dylan realizes that you did more than just drop me off at my house.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, and Dylan does like to talk.”
“Well.” I wrinkled my brows together, silently pleading with him.
“Okay, I’m going. You’re just gonna use me for sex and that’s it. I get it.” He clearly enjoyed teasing me.
“Oh hush.” I playfully patted his chest. He kissed me.
“I’ll see ya tomorrow at the ranch, and not a word of this to anyone.” I gave the stern warning.
“I won’t. I promise,” he said, then kissed me again and rolled out of bed. I watched his perfect body as he got dressed. After he pulled his boots on, he gave me another kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll be thinking about this all day. You know that right?”
“So will I.” I smiled.
“Mm.” He moaned. I watched his cute Wrangler butt walk out of my bedroom. I bit my lip and my face felt hot and flushed. I heard the sound of the front door close, followed by the truck’s engine a few moments later. Only after I was sure he was gone did I let out a little happy squeal. I liked Connor Dawson—a lot.
17
Connor Dawson
Lydia Myers had me spinning. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was completely shocked that she had pulled me into her home the way she did. After she had slapped me at the dance hall, I thought I would never get a real chance to be with her. But I was wrong. She had her own way of thinking, and she was actually a bit naughty. I was thinking I would get a quick make out at best, but she had been feeling the same passion that I had. Now, being inside of her was all that I could think about.
I rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn with a smile on my face. Lydia would be coming out to the ranch to meet with Abi before putting in the final order for the remodel, and I wanted to get a start on my chores so I could spend some time with her. It was Saturday so it would be a light day of feeding the animals and a few chores here and there.
Jumping in the shower before anyone else was awake, I took my time. It was hard to get into one of the bathrooms when everyone was up. Abi had her own bathroom attached to her room since she was the only girl. The rest of us shared one full bathroom upstairs and a half bathroom downstairs. First one in the shower was sure to get a hot one. When I was done I went downstairs and was surprised to see the front door open and just the screen door closed.
“Who’s up?” I heard my father say from the porch. I cracked open the screen door and stuck my head out.
“It’s me, Connor.”
“Oh good. Son, I want to talk to you. I made a pot of coffee already. Grab a cup and come have a seat out here.”
“Yes sir,” I replied, and did as I was told. I assumed he wanted to talk about the progress I was making with Dylan in teaching him the books and all. I stepped out onto the porch with a cup of coffee that had a splash of milk and a sprinkle of sugar. I sat down next to his rocking chair.
“It’s a fine morning,” I said.
“Yes, it is. I like it like this. Quiet. With nothing but the roosters crowing before the day gets started,” he said.
“Yes, I can agree with that.”
“So tell me, how is this remodeling project going? Is Abi staying on budget?
I cleared my throat as I realized that this was not about Dylan. It was about me. “Yes sir, so far. I won’t let her go over. She is meeting with Lydia today to put in the order, and I’ll make sure the order stays within the budget.”
“Good. That is good to hear.”
“Yes sir.”
“And this Lydia, you like her, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do sir,” I took a sip of hot coffee.
“You like her enough to lie to your sister about the meeting being cancelled a few days ago.”
I nearly spit out my coffee. “Um, I was not aware that you knew about that, sir.”
“Yes, I figured it out. Can’t hide anything from me. You were gone that day for a few hours and you came back grinning from ear to ear. Then, when Abi asked Lydia at dinner why she cancelled the meeting, you turned white as a ghost.”
