by Wyatt, Dani
Looking down at her, I’m in awe. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I can’t imagine how crazed I’m going to be for her when her body is round and full with our baby. It will be a whole new level of love and lust, and we may never leave the house.
Except I know that wouldn’t work for my Filly. She’s settled in here at the ranch, but we’ve come to a nice balance of travel and home life that keeps us both challenged and comfortable.
When I see her every morning in whatever bed we wake up in together, I’m amazed. She stuns me and it’s like waking up in the best dream every day for the rest of your life. It has to be experienced to be understood, because before her, I wouldn’t have believed anything like this was possible.
I slip my hands up her thighs under her skirt as I drop to my knees, tugging her down on the sofa, then flipping the fabric up to show me her pink slit. Her panties are in the back pocket of my jeans, having taken them off within the first hour we were on the flight.
“Do you ever get tired?” She asks, reaching over to take my hat off and set it on the sofa next to her.
“Not of you.”
“God, cowboy,” she moans as I settle her legs on my shoulders and dive in.
I lick up and down, tasting her sweet desire and the mixture of us both there. I work her opening with two fingers and swirl around her hard little clit until she’s bucking and drenching my face.
“You have one talented mouth. Did I ever tell you that?”
I nod and moan into her open folds. She tells me almost every day, but I never get tired of knowing I’m pleasing her. I want to hear it for the rest of our lives.
As I lick and ravage her, I bring one hand up to her breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple beneath the fabric of her dress.
I feast on her until she’s shaking and begging for me to stop. Then, when I finally relent, her flavor still on my tongue, I bring my face to hers and we settle into a long slow kiss.
“Every part of you tastes so damn good. How is that possible?” I draw back and tug at her hair, then bite into her neck, growling like the animal I become so often when we are like this.
“I’m thirsty,” she mumbles, and I give her cheek a kiss and stand. “We’ve been up for over twenty-four hours.”
Mary Beth’s face is flushed as she yawns and I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and pour her a glass of apple juice.
“Yeaup. You need your rest, baby.” I walk back and hand her the glass. “And you need to drink that up. You just lost a whole lot of sweet fluids. Your cunt was generous.” I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip.
She shakes her head but drinks the cold juice and sighs. “So good.”
“We should get some sleep. Benjamin and Malory will be here in seven hours.” I reach down and grab her open hand as she finishes the juice and sets the glass on the end of the table.
“I’m so excited to see them.” She’s glowing and I’m not sure if it’s from being pregnant, the orgasms, the juice, or general happiness, but it makes me happy just to know she’s happy.
Two weeks after I proposed, we got married here at the ranch. Benjamin came and Malory was our flower girl. Benjamin took a minute to warm up to me when we first met. I respected his position, he thought we were moving fast, our lives were so different and he’s protective of his sister.
So, the second night he was here, the wedding the next day, I took him for a ride. Brought a bottle of Jack Daniels and we had a little heart to heart. I held nothing back. I told him exactly how I felt about Mary Beth. Exactly what I planned to do in our lives, to love her, to take care of her, and be the man she needed me to be.
By the time the bottle was empty, we shook hands and a brotherhood of sorts took over.
Her mom and dad came as well. They were reserved but friendly, and I could see how Mary Beth’s lack of use for the standards of their world could have caused distance between them growing up. Even so, I think in the end they saw our love for each other. They enjoyed the open air and left on good terms.
After our wedding, it was my turn to show my new bride how much she meant to me, so I got on an airplane and flew to Greece for our honeymoon. She blogged about our travels—and our story—which has turned into something of a thing. Cowboy Travels is the name of the new blog and it’s developed quite a following. Her articles have been picked up by USA Today Travel, Conde Nast and she’s getting offers for more features every week.
But, I will say this: traveling is okay, but coming home to the ranch with her is better. Like right now, I’m as happy as a pig in shit knowing I’m taking her to our bed. In our home. Life just doesn’t get much better than this.
We make our way down the hall and into the bedroom, where I strip Mary Beth and then myself, turning the covers back on the bed and watching her crawl in. I give her ass a quick slap as she does, and then I slip in next to her, pulling her against me.
“What do you think is going to happen?” She asks as I run a hand up and down her body under the covers. “When Benjamin gets here, I mean. You know, with Harriet. I’ve asked him so many questions but he’s a vault. He’s not sharing anything with me, which I told him is not fair. I told him almost everything about us from the first day.”
“Men are different, especially when we’re in love. It changes us. He’s thinking things through so give him a minute. From what I saw, the way Benjamin looked at Harriet the whole time he was here for the wedding, sure looked a lot like how I looked at you the first time. So, if I was a betting man, I’d say he’s coming here to claim what’s his. Not sure how that will all work out, but from the twinkle in Harriet’s eyes since they met six weeks ago, I’d say we may want to offer to keep Malory here for a few sleepovers during the visit so they can have some alone time.”
Her soft skin warms my body, my cock throbbing and needy against her ass. I listen to her moan and then grind her rear end against me.
I reach around and raise her leg with one hand, resting it on the top of my thigh, then line up my cock with her opening.
“So much for sleep.” She giggles as I run my tongue up and down her neck and push into her soaking opening.
As I thrust over and over into her, I’m consumed by pure joy.
I have everything I never knew I wanted.
She’s made me a greedy man.
I want it all. And I want it all with her.
FOURTEEN
Mary Beth
Epilogue Two
THREE YEARS LATER
I’m the most spoiled girl in the world, I think.
Not only did I just have breakfast in bed with the man I love, who treats me like a queen, I’m doing it in a villa overlooking the Rhone river in France.
The warm morning sun streams through the gauzy white curtains as they blow around in the open doors to the balcony as I lean over the bed, and Garrett’s cock slides in and out of my ass.
Seems this girl likes it a little dirty.
A lot dirty.
Just took the right cowboy to awaken my inner slut.
I stretch my arms outward onto the messy bedding as Garrett’s fingers slip under me, down my belly and between my thighs, then start working my clit as he fucks into my tight opening from behind. He’s finding new ways to make me crazy for him and I love every one of them.
He’s grunting harder and deeper now. The base of his perfect cock getting thicker. Stretching me until I’m screaming. My voice echoing out onto the street, where I’m sure the French people ignore it as though it’s a non-event.
“You like my cock in your sweet little ass, don’t you, Filly?”
I choke out an affirmative as another orgasm quickly builds. Over the years, my body has learned to accommodate that horse sized equipment of his, but it still pushes me to my limits every time.
“My sweet little wife, so greedy. So needy. You want my cum too, don’t you?” His voice is gruff, and he slams into me until his balls make little smacking sounds against my flesh.
> “At least I’m only greedy for you, Sheriff.” I puff out with each drive of his cock and I hear the rumble come from behind me.
I feel the scruff of his face on my back as he kisses then bites into my flesh. He thrusts faster, practically fucking me permanently into the mattress, and I feel the climax take hold.
It curls my toes first, makes my fingertips tingle, then it races through me like a tsunami of pleasure. My cowboy has to be the sexiest man on Earth. I’m sure of it.
The flesh on my inner thighs is still warm from his face working between them for an hour.
My sensitive nipples are rasping on the white sheets as he pounds into me harder and faster, claiming my entire body until I arch and explode in a climax so hard my legs give out. Garrett’s hand between my legs turns to a support around my waist as I ride out the shaking bliss.
His massive cock twitches and pumps into me and I feel the cum filling me inside and dripping down my inner thighs.
“You okay, baby?” He runs a hand down the back of my hair and onto my back as I pant and recover, his cock still full inside me.
“Um hm.” I manage as I feel him slowly retreat, then slip out of me before he lifts me gently up and onto the bed.
“I’ll run us a bath.” He leans in and kisses me, my body still quivering from the massive orgasm. His salt and pepper hair is a little more salt than pepper these days, but it only makes him sexier to me. I see the looks he gets as we walk around on our travels, with his black cowboy hat and worn brown boots.
I can still taste him in my mouth as I breathe. He spent down my throat before flipping me over and taking my ass as I begged for more. The contentment I feel right now fills my heart until it’s bursting.
I watch as his naked body walks into the enormous marble bathroom in our suite. The Cowboy Travels little blog I started has turned into two books, a full-time website, sponsorship deals and television features on the Travel Channel.
Garrett is a celebrity. The cowboy who said he’d never leave Montana has inspired thousands of other people to see the world.
And now, we have a spin-off which is called Cowboy, Filly and Family Travels, which features family friendly travel destinations around the world, where we show others how to get the most out of travel with their kids.
We have Eli, who is now two, and Marietta who is just six months. It’s still early, the kids are still asleep in the adjoining room and my belly is pushing out with our third on the way in four more months.
Every trip we take is incredible. Everything I do with Garrett is incredible. He’s my husband, my lover, my best friend, my protector, my everything. And the joy he brings me warms me every day from my heart all the way to my fingers and toes.
A few minutes later, the roman bath is full, and Garrett and I settle into the warm water, my back against his chest.
“You ready to be home?” I ask as Garrett’s hands cup and massage my breasts just under the water.
“I’m home when I’m with you. But, yeaup, I’m ready to be back at the ranch. I think the kids are too.”
Not to mention, he’s the world’s most amazing father. He took to diaper changing like nobody’s business and don’t even get me started on how much he enjoys me nursing.
The travel has been amazing. But three years around the world and still spending time at the ranch has taken its toll. We’ve talked about it, and we are going to slow down. We will still travel, but the pressures of the blog, magazines, TV and everything have lost their allure.
We decided to take six months off and just stay put. It was my idea. Travel is still in my soul, but more than anything Garrett and the kids are my everything and I want to see how I feel putting down deeper roots in one place for a while. I guess it’s an adventure of its own, of sorts. And there’s plenty of Montana I still haven’t seen.
“Me too. With you. You are my home too.” I turn my head and he leans to kiss me as the sound of birds and the breeze wafts through the air.
“So,” Garrett starts. “Benjamin and Harriet had good news.”
“Yes they did.”
Benjamin and I still talk almost every day. He called a few hours ago to let us know he and Harriet are expecting their first. They’ve struggled with some fertility issues and so the news is more exciting than it would be otherwise.
I smile as I’m reminded of how lucky we all are. “He cried when he told me.”
Garrett’s chuckle vibrates against my back. “I’m happy for them.”
They live on the back of the ranch property with Malory. Benjamin built the house himself after he came for a visit two months after they met, and he just never left. They’ve had quite their own love story. A bit different from ours, I’ll say. Harriet is a handful and she gave Benjamin a run for his money.
In the end though, they seem to be finding their own happily ever after. Having them both close and part of our everyday lives is just another of a million blessings I count every day.
I didn’t understand love until Garrett and then the kids. I’m a very different mother than my own was, but she did her best. Mom and Dad come to visit a couple times a year and we go to them as well. It will never be the magical relationship I hope to have with our kids, but their hearts are in the right place and they love their grandchildren to death. And that’s more important than any slights of the past.
“I love you, baby,” Garrett whispers in my ear.
“I love you too. More than I knew was possible.”
He wraps his big arms around me.
“You sure taught this cowboy some new tricks. I thank God every day for dropping you from the big Montana sky and into my lap. I can’t imagine my life before you, or without you, Filly. I don’t deserve you. But I’ll keep doing everything in my power to keep you.”
“Thank you.” I swallow back the tightness in my throat. “I love riding into the sunset with you.”
“Good girl. I hope it’s a long ride under that big sky.”
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The One
Chapter One
Van
“YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?” I let out a long exhale restraining my sigh as I watch my breath hang in the air while the low rumble of the diesel generators muffles my father’s reply.
“Isn’t that what I just said?” He snaps back with a half chuckle. “I want you there, Van. Good reason to see your old man. It’s been almost two years.”
“Busy, Dad. You know how it goes out here.” I switch the phone from one hand to the other, shoving my frozen fingers down into the front pocket of my muddy jeans.
As I stomp frozen dirt off my boots, I hear the sound of a twenty-four-inch pipe wrench slamming against metal and the word ‘motherfucker’ being repeated by four rig-hands trying to convince the next section of pipe to concede defeat and slip into the frozen pipe casing that descends six thousand feet into the ground.
Trying to ignore them—and my dad—I snap my fingers at George, my ten-pound overlord who is snarling and barking at God knows what.
When I found her, she was half frozen to the ground on a well site, no bigger than my fist and looking about ready to give up the fight. The guys said she wouldn’t make it, but I shoved the filthy ball of fur down where it was warm in the inside pocket of my Carhartt jacket, and within an hour she was poking her head out, nipping at anyone that came near me and licking and pulling on my beard.
I called her Georgia because that was the name of the well site we were on. But ever since, thanks to her bossy nature, everyone just refers to her as George.
That was three years ago, and since then I take her everywhere and put up with the shit everyone gives me because of it. A guy like me with a little hellion inside his jacket or following behind me wherever I go, with her seemingly running the show, well that gets me my share of grief.
My father goes on, “You’re always busy. The only time I
see you is funerals or weddings. And you miss those more often than you don’t. This is my wedding, you’ve got the money, get on a plane tonight. Spend a day here, then the wedding, then you can get back to your world. I love this lady, and when you know, you know. Her daughter just happens to be in town too, and we don’t want to wait. Life is too short, Van. I want you to come.”
Your fifth wedding to be exact.
When the cursing on the rig quiets, I see four men with mud and grease on their faces and coating their winter coveralls jumping up and down. Two light cigarettes while the other two spins around to fight with the next thirty-foot section of pipe that’s half frozen to the pallet. Wind whips through my coat and I see the driller waving me toward the dog house through the small window in the door.
“I thought you swore off women.” I grip the frozen railing as I make my way up the stairs with George following close on my heels, heading for the massive steel monster on top of the drill shack, where gages and sensors help guide our never-ending search for the next big hit.
“Yeah, I did. But when you meet the one, you know. It’s different. I’m not letting her get away, and I want my son there to help celebrate.”
Since my mom died in a car accident when I was just seven, my father went through more women than I can remember. Some I liked, some I hated, but none lasted long enough for me to get attached. I once wondered if our front door was revolving, the way one would be on the way out and the other on the way in.
Didn’t sit well with me. I took the other route, a handful of pseudo-relationships in my twenties, but since then my work is my life. The rigs I own are my mistresses and my wives, and I have George for companionship.
“And Kara?” I ask waiting for what I know will be a disappointing reply from my dad.
There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I almost hear the disgust in my dad’s voice when he answers. “It’s just going to be family.”