by Jordan Marie
“I guess I can deal with that,” she murmurs.
“It’s going to be hard working in Lawson and coming back here every night. But I reckon’ we’ll muddle through.”
“Why would you work in Lawson?”
“That’s where the job is Ida Sue.”
“You have a job here.”
“Darlin’ I can’t keep working here. I haven’t even cashed the last two checks you paid me. I’m not going to sleep with the woman who is signing my checks. It feels too much like you’re paying me for services rendered in the bedroom.”
“Bullshit. Besides if I was doing that, then I’m severely underpaying you.”
I laugh and it’s the first time I feel like I’ve laughed in weeks.
“Except for lately, you’ve been slacking on the job,” she says with a grin.
“You’re insane, Darlin’. Damn good for my ego, but definitely crazy.”
“That’s okay, it will just keep you on your toes.”
“I got to admit, I do like that.”
Ida Sue moves then, straddling my lap and sitting down on it so that we’re facing. It seems unreal that after the emotional talk we’ve just had that something that simple could make my cock go instantly hard, but I do, my dick immediately pushing against my jeans to connect with her heat that I can feel even through our clothes.
“Then, I’m going to make a promise to you, Cowboy.”
“What’s that?” I ask, my arms going around her.
“I’m going to make it my mission to keep you on your toes for the rest of our lives.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Definitely.”
“That sounds awfully permanent, Ida Sue.”
“Jan, it’s taken me thirty-eight years to find love. If you think I’m going to give it up now, you’re the one who’s crazy.”
“Give me your lips, Honey Girl.”
“Always, Jan. Always,” she whispers as she bends down to press her lips to mine and I let go of the last little bit of doubt I have.
54
Jansen
“Take your clothes off, Darlin’.”
She stands up after our kiss, our gazes locked together. I stand to face her, already taking my clothes off. We do it together. I take my shirt off, she takes hers off with a smile that I know I’ll remember for the rest of my life. She kicks off her shoes, I pull off my socks. It’s like some kind of partner striptease, but much sexier from my view, I’m sure.
“Did I ever tell you that I love the fact you go commando, Jansen Reed?”
“Now is not the time to be cute, Ida Sue.”
“It’s not?”
“No, you’re distracting me.”
“Jansen, I—”
“You’re going to turn around and put your hands on the wall, Honey Girl.”
I see the surprise on her face, but her gaze drops down and watches as I stroke my hard cock. She rubs her lips together, moistening them and her gaze slowly travels back up to my face.
“This is me… turning around like a good girl,” she whispers. I grin. She can’t help herself. I close the distance between us and she looks over her shoulder as if to dare me.
“I love your body, Darlin’,” I murmur against her skin as I gather her hair in my hands pulling it to one side and draping it over her shoulder. “The way it looks, the way it tastes…”
As I’m talking I kiss along the curve of her neck, along the line of her clavicle, and slowly meander down her back. I let my tongue trail an imaginary path, tasting her. I stop mid-back and let my hand snake around to hold her soft breasts, squeezing them.
“Jan,” she whispers, her head going back in pleasure, her pert nipples pushing against the palms of my hands.
“I really love the way it feels,” I add.
I squeeze harder, before letting my hands drop down so the pads of my fingers can dance over her ribs, feel the flesh that has risen into small bumps that have skated over her skin with her excitement. Her breathing is coming faster now and I can hear the anticipation in it. I love that my touch does this to her.
That I do this to her.
Me… and only me.
My hands glide to her hips as I crouch down and continue kissing her back. Before the night is over, I’m going to kiss every inch of Ida Sue.
Every. Fucking. Inch.
I stop at the small of her back, my hands moving to her thighs, holding her in place, refusing to allow her move, even though her body is restless.
She tries to fight me, needing more. I don’t give her what she wants. I’m in control here and she won’t be able to do anything but submit… and let go.
“Jan, please.”
Ida Sue’s voice is broken, threaded with hunger, but is as soft as a summer breeze. There’s something about it that calls me—will always call me. She’s my place, my shelter, my home. I was a fool to think I could have ever given her up. I would have come back. I’d always come back for her.
“I really love your ass, Darlin’,” I murmur, kissing one of the silky white globes while squeezing it with my hand.
I do the other one the same, too—just so it won’t feel left out and I can feel her trembling. Her hips are rocking in a disjointed movement as her hips thrust into nothing but air. I can smell her excitement and I let my fingers move slowly between the cleft of her ass—which only makes her shuddering intensify—especially as I press against the entrance of her ass.
“Please, Jan,” she begs, widening her stance, her hands slapping against the wall, her ass thrusting out against my face.
I bite the juicy, apple-shaped globe, not even trying to be gentle and she moans a sound that makes my leaking dick jerk with hunger, as one long line of pre-cum drips from the head and glides along my shaft, all the way to my balls, which are aching with the need to fill her with cum.
My fingers follow the curves of her body and seek out the entrance of her sweet pussy, tunneling into the wet depths so urgently, it’s almost harsh. Her walls clamp down against my digits as I fuck her, moving them in and out of her quickly—staying just long enough to tease her, but not enough to make her come.
She tries to find a rhythm, but I don’t give that to her. She’s not going to come on my hand. She’s going to come on my dick, come apart while I paint the inside of her with my cum, branding her with it.
“Damn it, Jan, give it to me,” she growls, her voice smoky and desperate.
As my fingers slide out of her tight little cunt I widen them and push up seeking out her clit. It’s swollen and throbbing almost as much as the head of my cock. I capture it and then scissor across it, feeling her sweet juices gush against my skin. I want to bury my head between her legs and drink her down, but that’s not how this round is going to go.
I have to be inside of her and I have to be inside of her now.
I don’t even have the energy to stand back up and slam into her. I’m too desperate to get inside her wet heat. I’m aching way too much for that, dying to have her.
I go to the floor, sitting down and positioning myself under her. From this position I can see the way her juices are descending from her pussy and dripping along the inside of her thighs, coating them. Again, if I wasn’t so desperate to get inside of her, I’d bury my face right there, thrust my tongue inside of her and eat her out while she comes all over me.
I’ll definitely do that later, but for now I reach up and my hands grab each of her hips, with bruising force.
“On your knees, Ida Sue. Now.”
I order her, my voice barely recognizable now. It’s hoarse and filled with a savage hunger—my need for her that strong.
Immediately her body goes limp. She tries to face me, but I don’t let her. I want her riding my cock just like this.
Just like fucking this.
“Jan,” she cries out as desperate as I am.
“Reach down and guide me into you, Darlin’. Bring me home.”
I don’t know if she understands the significanc
e of what I’m saying, but I do. Years and years of wandering around and feeling lost are gone now.
Completely gone.
That’s a fucking feeling that I can’t enjoy now, I’m too far gone. As her hand wraps around my throbbing cock, this time my head goes back as a blast of pleasure so intense it robs me of breath, shoots through my body. She squeezes me, my head rubbing against her pulsing clit and sliding in her juices before finding entrance and sliding into her tight cunt.
“Fuck,” she hisses. My cock is thick and wide, but right now I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard and I’ve gone in at an angle, pushing against her inner walls.
My eyes close as she takes me all the way in, my balls press against her wet entrance.
“Ride me, Darlin’. Ride your man.”
My voice is a growl as my hands capture her hips and I move her up and down on my cock, helping her find the pace she needs. I watch our bodies move for as long as I can, watch as she moves up and down on my shaft, my cock glistening with her desire, watching as inch by inch of my thick cock disappears into her body and then slides back out. It’s fucking beautiful. Our pace fierce, our fucking violent as she bounces and rides, taking every damn thing she needs from me. I could take in this show for days, fuck her just like this—endlessly. But, all too soon, I feel electricity fire through me, my balls harden, hurt with the load of cum I have to give her. Heat spreads through me and I know I can’t hold back much longer.
My hands snake up to grab her breasts as I pull—no, I slam her down on my cock—as I roughly yank and pinch her nipples, my hands overflowing with her tits. She grinds her sweet little pussy against me, using my body to take her exactly where she needs to go. Her head goes back, her hair falling against me like a damn curtain. I squeeze her tits harder, my body thrusting and grinding too, fucking her so hard that a fine sheen of sweat is covering our bodies, the room smelling like dirty, rough sex and I fucking love every minute of it.
“Jan… I… I need to come, baby.”
I let go of one breast, to move my hand down her stomach to find her pussy. I can’t see the path I’m making, but I’m a creature of instinct now, knowing exactly where I’m going and only wanting to bring my woman pleasure—to make her cum as I unload inside of her.
I seek and find her clit and I rub against it, torture it, scrape, and then eventually massage it as she drowns my fingers in her cum and I feel her orgasm release and overtake her body.
“Jan….” It’s a moan, but it’s my name and it’s filled with pleasure as she comes, bathing my shaft and her sweet pussy sucks my cock so tight, fisting it so tight that I can’t remember to breathe and that’s when I give it to her.
I come so hard that for a second, I wonder if I won’t lose consciousness. I give her everything I have and without thought I bite into her shoulder as I do it, marking her on the outside as clearly as I’m marking her on the inside.
55
Jansen
Six Months Later
“Jan? That you?”
“Who in the hell else would be crawling in your bed at this time of night, Lovey?” I grumble.
I stripped before I got in and now I pull her warm body back into mine and close my eyes at the sensations that hit me. Never has coming home been this fucking sweet. I’m not even sure I had a home before now.
“Don’t get grumpy. I missed you,” she murmurs, snuggling that sexy little ass against me and kissing the arm I have wrapped around, holding her breasts.
“Sorry, Darlin’, it was just a long ride home,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. “Go back to sleep.”
“You expect me to go to sleep with that steel rod poking me in the ass?” she giggles.
“He’ll settle down in a bit, he’s just happy to see you,” I smile into her hair, feeling the stress from the day beginning to ease away.
“What time is it?”
“One a.m.”
“Jan, Sweetheart, I’ve held my tongue on this job of yours, but I’m done.”
“Ida Sue, I told you—”
I stop talking when she flops over on her back and looks at me.
“Don’t start, Jansen Reed. You drive two hours to get to work, work your ass to the bone all day, drive two hours back and then check on everything here before you can get in our bed. The kids miss you and Mary’s forgetting who you are, because you’re never here.”
“I know, Darlin’. I’m trying to look in Mason for jobs, but the sad truth is there just aren’t that many right now.
“I know, which is why I did this,” she mumbles and she turns to her side and opens up her nightstand drawer, then after getting some papers out of it, turns back to me. “Here.”
I frown looking at the papers she gave me, sigh and then sit up, leaning back against the headboard. I flip on the bedside lamp and read what she has.
“You bought the farm next door?”
“Not exactly. If I had bought it, those loan papers attached wouldn’t be there. But, because I’m on my way to being common law married to a pig-headed, stubborn as a mule, man, I took your money and put a down payment on the farm next door and financed the rest for umpteen years.”
“My money?” I’m still not understanding what she did, the how or the why.
“Money you used to pay up all the back payments, interest and junk, getting the ranch out of foreclosure.”
“Ida Sue, damn it!”
“Jansen Reed, damn it! You saved my ass with your money and yet when it comes to helping you and saving your ass from ending up in an early grave, all because you’re killing yourself working and traveling, you bitch. You do realize what a double standard that is, right?”
“This down payment is more than I paid to catch the ranch up,” I grumble, finally looking at the papers.
“I added in the month of paychecks you wouldn’t cash.”
“Christ.”
“So, now you own more land. I fail to see how—”
“No, you own land. Look at the name of the farm, Cowboy.”
“Reed Farm?”
“Completely yours, along with the payments, unfortunately.”
“Ida Sue, what in the hell am I going to do with a farm?”
“Turn it into a horse ranch, fence it in with what we have now and run cows, hell do nothing but plant watermelons. I don’t really care. But, whatever you do, we’ll live off that income and what the oil brings in I’ll put back for the kids and….”
“Ida Sue, this is…”
“Jansen, I’ve had happy things happen to me—nine to be exact—but, before you I never felt truly secure and happy.”
“Honey…” I murmur, not knowing exactly what to say to that.
“I find the happier I get… the more I’m apt to….”
“Want sex? Because I got to tell you, Darlin’, you can wear a man out on a good day, but the last three months….” I let out a long whistle to make my point.
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no. Just wondering if I should check into vitamins so I can keep up,” I wink.
“I’ve been reading on that, we need a peach grove and definitely a watermelon patch—hence the suggestion, and...”
“Should I ask why?”
“I’ll explain later, anyways as I was explaining that we’ll use the oil money for the kids and for when I need to soothe my soul. Honestly, the happier I get the more I seem to get a wild hair...”
“What exactly is a wild hair?” I laugh.
“Well, remember last month when I decided to buy Jules’s shop out from under her because she just annoyed me to no end?”
“Yeah, I remember. I thought it was kind of poetic justice that you turned it into a feed store called Pig Wallers.”
“Well, she really is a pig and she does waller in the mud and like to sling it around. I thought it was nice of me to name it after her, really. I’m not sure Jules thought so—especially after I sold the shop for a dollar to the Reverend’s soon to be ex-wife.”
“I love you, crazy woman,” I laugh, bending down to kiss her.
Eventually we break apart and she rests her head on my chest, her fingers lazily moving through the hair there.
“Anyways, I’m just saying that I may from time to time, buy things just because I can make my kids happy, or make sure my friends find happiness… or you…. That’s okay, right?”
“That’s more than okay, Ida Sue.”
“So, it’s settled? You’ll fix up Reed Farms for us and we’ll save this place for the kids and—”
“Not quite,” I sigh and she looks up at me.
“I’m a stubborn old cuss, but I finally realized something just now.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never been truly happy until you came into my life either, Ida Sue. You need to know that.”
“We were made for each other.”
“That we were. So, I’m done fighting it.”
“You were fighting being in love with me?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at the question, clearly not happy with that thought.
“I was fighting the fact that you had all this money and didn’t really need me.”
“That’s just being dumber than a bucket of rocks, Jan.”
“You’re always such a sweet talker,” I laugh.
“I mean it. I’d give up all of the money if it meant keeping you, Jansen Reed.”
“You really mean that,” I respond and it’s a statement not a question.
“Jansen, I’ve spent my life only being half alive before you came along. I love you.”
“And I love you…so…”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll join Reed Farm with the Lucas Ranch and make it one huge property.”
“Oh… We’ll be cattle barons?”
“Definitely.”
“I like the way you think.”
“And we won’t worry about dividing up who owns what. You win, Lovey. I finally get it.”
“Do you, really?
“I really do. We’re not separate. We’re a team.”
“And we always will be.”