by Wood, Lauren
“Come on Dante, let’s not pretend like you care. It will kill that bad boy image of yours.”
“If it meant I could have you, it would all be worth it.”
She waved me off and it killed me a little inside. The last thing that I needed or wanted was for her to look at me like this or to say such things. How had one night ruined it all? It was depressing and I decided that I was going to get through it the only way I knew how, in between some beauty’s thighs. If I couldn’t have Cece, still, then I would have to make do with what I could find there.
The rodeo went off without a hitch. The horses looked great and my job was done for the time being. I tried to stay around Cece, but after Cliff sauntered over for the second time with a look that told me he had won, it was the last thing that I wanted to do. I didn’t want to be around her while she gushed over such a man. I had my eyes on someone else and even though it wasn’t what I wanted, it was going to have to be what I needed. There was no way that I was going to be able to wait anymore, not knowing that she was in the man’s arms and he was in her bed.
Carla was a cute little blonde that I met at the refreshment stands and she was instantly on my arm. The woman didn’t seem to mind what would happen in the future. She was just smiling away and when her hand went to my knee, all I could do was give her what it was that she wanted. It was the same thing that I wanted, so there was no sense in waiting any more than I had to. After a short discussion of where we should go, I just found a quiet spot where I had put the horses later that night and I pulled her into my arms. She wasn’t at all what I wanted, but when I closed my eyes and kissed her, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the physical relief that she was going to give me. I needed it badly after my heart and emotions were played with by Cece.
It didn’t take long to convince Carla to go find a quiet corner with me so we could do more than talk. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to touch and to feel. That was all I was worried about at this moment. It had been a long trip and going out last night hadn’t helped all that much.
Carla was hot and wore the cutest little skirt. She was already letting me touch her legs and move my hand up the material to the soft skin beneath it all. She was perfect and she was submissive. She was everything that Cece wasn’t.
We made our way to the horse area and the smell of fresh hay filled my nose. I don’t know why it gave me comfort, but it did. All I could think about was what I was going to do next and the relief that it was going to give me.
Carla had her hands on me quickly and the more she grabbed the hardness in my jeans, the more desperate I became to find a little corner somewhere that I could have her in all of the ways that I wanted her. Before I could get us out of the main viewing area though, she was moving to her knees and working on getting my hard length out of my pants.
She looked up at me with clear blue eyes and smiled in such a way. The eyes were familiar, but I ignored the sight that popped into my head and instead pushed her face down so that she was level with my cock. I wanted to feel her lips wrapped around me and I groaned when she finally had me released and popped into her mouth.
“Fuck that feels good.”
She mumbled something that I didn’t understand, but I liked the way it made my balls feel. The vibration was a turn on, even as her hungry mouth started to gobble me up. I closed my eyes to the pleasure and let her slowly move up and down on me. It wasn’t enough to get me off, but it was enough to get me going. The suction was good and when I started to push in and picked up the pace, she relaxed her throat enough for me to move even deeper down her throat.
I growled and yanked my piece away when I realized how close I was getting to coming. I didn’t want to come like this. I wanted to feel her tightness wrapped around me and I wanted to pound some of the frustrations out that I had at the moment.
Turning her around, I pulled her panties down to her knees and spread her legs a little bit to feel if she was as wet as I was ready. It didn’t take long to realize that she was ready and I wanted inside of her. Her tight little hole was inviting as fuck and when I pressed in, I was greeted with tightness that even the condom couldn’t distract from. Bending her down further, her round ass popped up and I was able to press in quicker, hitting bottom there, just like I had in her throat.
“Damn you feel good.” I couldn’t remember her name and I wanted her to be someone else, even though I knew that she wasn’t. Pulling a handful of her hair back, I started to pound into her as fast as I could. My eyes were closed and I held one hip so that I could pull her back to me over and over again.
Carla was wet and slippery, her pleasure oozing out around my stiff cock as I plowed into her. It was more than I could handle and I was quickly at the cusp of coming. Even a stranger, I wasn’t willing to leave her unfinished, so I moved to give her a reach around, rubbing on her clit quickly to pull her closer to the edge.
She made a sound like she was hurting and then she whimpered my name as I felt her thighs tighten up, as well as her stomach as she came. It was about time as far as I was concerned. I shouldn’t have let her suck me off like she did. It killed my ability to send her into oblivion. But this wasn’t a woman I would see again. She would remember me, hopefully fondly, but it wasn’t like she was someone I actually wanted. She was a vessel for me to get off.
I groaned out some pleasured tones and filled the condom that I was wearing. It would have been better to blast deep inside of her, how I imagined I would fuck Cece, but it wasn’t meant to be that way. I didn’t know Carla and I had a feeling that if it wasn’t me slamming into her in the horse barn, it would have been someone else.
Pulling the rubber off and then pulling my pants up, I was about to say something to her when I heard a noise from the corner of the barn. There was a shadow as well and for a minute I thought to go see who it was, but I quickly realized that I didn’t care. If they wanted a show, that was perfectly fine with me. I didn’t care who seen, as long as I was able to leave and go on about my business. My time with Carla was over and we both knew it.
“You should look me up some time when you are back in the area.”
I made a noncommittal answer, but I am pretty sure we both knew how this was going to end. I walked out of the barn area and looked around. Everything wasn’t all sunshine and skittles because of it, but the day looked less bleak and I felt like I could finally breathe again.
I was ready to go back out there and I felt like at least now I wouldn’t lose my shit if I saw boss lady and her rodeo clown together. Carla just helped me relieve some stress so that I could go on.
Chapter 42
Cecelia
I wanted to melt into the side of the wall when I made a noise and disturbed the couple. Well it didn’t seem to disturb him at all. He had continued to slam his thickness into the blonde woman. I had never seen her before and most likely never will again, but I will always remember the way he handled her and took every last bit that she was offering. It was hard to deny what it would be like to feel that way. He was bigger than Cliff and he moved like he was taking her with everything that he had.
I moved into the shadows when I realized that they were leaving. I didn’t want the show to end and when I was alone in the barn, I couldn’t even tell you what I had come back for. I wasn’t even looking for Dante, but I had certainly found him. Why did I feel differently and tingly when I watched him ravish the stranger? It was a sight to see and I don’t think it was one that was never going to leave me. What was I supposed to say or do after all?
I stood there for several more minutes before I realized that I was just here to get a harness that hadn’t been down by the meeting area. I knew that I had a lot more to do, but now I was walking slowly back towards the loud crowd in a sort of daze. Cliff waved and I waved back, but I wasn’t thinking about the rodeo star anymore. I was thinking about the trainer that just showed me how different it could be if I wanted it. Now I wondered if Karen was right. Was it better to just have a one
night stand with a guy like Dante? Before, I had thought that it may not be worth it, but now I could see how wrong I was about all of it. I had been acting like a child. I didn’t know that sex could be like that. His comment about making it so I couldn’t walk was no longer a threat. It was a possibility, a real one and I had to shake the feeling off before I was around people again. I had to be able to look at people without turning red in the face.
How was I supposed to face him now, knowing what I know?
“There you are Cece.”
I smiled at Cliff as I sat back down, but I wasn’t feeling the kiss he tried to give me. Instead I turned my cheek at the last moment and he planted one there instead. Cliff was nice, hot, all of the above, but I don’t think he would ever make me feel the way I felt just watching Dante go to work on that stranger. How lucky the woman was and how much I wanted it to be me.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded my head that I was, but I could feel my face was hot and there was nothing that I could do about it. I don’t think I was ever going to get those images out of my mind for as long as I lived. It was hard to fathom how it was even possible. I was never going to be able to look at Dante the same again.
“Yeah, I am fine.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
I smiled to myself and agreed. I had found something, but I wasn’t sure if it was what I was looking for or not. It was certainly something that I hadn’t seen coming.
“Good, then let’s watch the show. I have been coming here for years, but I still like to watch all of the barrel racing.”
I wasn’t worried about the show going on in front of us. My mind was elsewhere and I caught my eyes scanning the crowd, trying to see if I could see Dante anywhere. I saw his little blonde friend, but she was on her own again and I didn’t know where Dante was. Why did it sadden me so much? I was here with Cliff. He was a great guy and I should feel lucky that he picked me, even if I was having second thoughts now.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
I looked up and saw Dante standing next to us. He wanted to join us, but I didn’t know if I could even look at him the same. Was he really going to act like nothing happened?
I nodded my head and told him that he could. When he moved next to me, I saw the look on Cliff’s face, but I wasn’t bothered. When I saw how he looked at me, I knew that he was feeling far more relaxed. He had a look on his face that I had seen before. So that is what he was grinning about all of those times.
“So what did I miss?”
I shrugged. “Not much really. Some barrel racing. Where were you?”
“Oh, I just had something that I had to take care of is all.”
“I bet.”
“So what is going on with you Cece? You haven’t said a word since we got in the truck to come home. Are you not ready to leave Houston and your little boyfriend?”
I ignored his comment because I knew that it wasn’t because of Cliff now. I didn’t want to get back to our old routine. I wasn’t ready to get back to the ranch and see what had happened while I was gone. More than that though, I dreaded this ride back. I could barely look at Dante. How was I ever supposed to be able to speak to him again when all I could see in my head when I looked his way was him rutting into that woman and making her scream?
“I will see Cliff again. He is coming down next week to check out the ranch and some of the horses. It has nothing to do with him. I am just tired and ready to get home and see what kind of damage I have to fix.”
He waved me off like I was being silly and I was just happy that he was off of the Cliff subject and why I was acting strange. Anything to get the attention off of me. I didn’t need the extra looks.
“It isn’t going to be bad. You left the ranch in good hands. Everything will be fine. We were only gone two days.”
“Yeah well, a lot can happen in two days.”
Dante agreed and had this faraway look on his face that I was certain matched mine. I didn’t like to think about all of the differences that had happened this weekend, but I was curious what Dante’s look was for.
“Are you sad that you didn’t find any strange when we were in Houston?”
“Who says I didn’t?”
That had my face turning red because the picture of him rutting like a stead was back in my mind and I looked out my own window so I didn’t have to look at him. He really had no idea what he did to me and that was just as well. He didn’t need to know.
“Well it must have been quick.”
“No, you were just too busy with your rodeo star.”
I didn’t say anything for a time, letting the silence settle back in over us. I liked that way it felt being with him, but sometimes talking, in this position in general was causing problems so it was better not to say a word. It was better to do that, then to say something that I would regret later. I had enough regrets at the moment.
“So do you really think you are going to see him again? He seems like a busy guy?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“Just looking out for you Cece. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
I nodded, but didn’t answer him. His concern was questionable, as were his motives. I don’t know why I was mad, but I was and we still had another 6 hours in the truck together. It really was best that I shut my mouth. It was hard, but I leaned against the passenger door and told him to wake me up when he was ready for me to drive.
Falling asleep was quick because thoughts and Cliff had kept me up both nights. I had fun and I would see Cliff again, but for now I just needed some rest and less conversation with Dante. He had always messed with me if I ever got too close. This time was no different.
“Come on Cecelia, it is time to get up.”
I sat up and again I found that my body had snuggled up against him and my head was on his chest. His arm was on the back of the seat and I couldn’t believe that I had done that again. How embarrassing.
“Sorry. Where are we?”
It was dark and I couldn’t see much, my eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the moon. It didn’t take long for me to realize that we were back at the ranch.
“I thought you were going to wake me up when it was my turn?”
“You just looked so comfortable. I didn’t want to disturb you. You were also in a bad mood. You slept the whole way so you must have needed it.”
“Thanks Dante. I didn’t get much sleep the last couple of nights.”
“I bet.”
I didn’t meet his gaze, but instead got out of the truck and watched him drive off to put the horses up. I should have helped him. It would have been the right thing to do after he had driven home the whole way without my help. But I didn’t. I still didn’t want to face him and think about everything, so I slinked away into the house and tried to adjust myself enough to get around. I didn’t want to turn the lights on, knowing that they were going to be bright in my face.
I wasn’t ready to see it all in the light of day. I plodded up the stairs and jumped in the shower before lying down. Even though I had slept the whole ride home, I was beat and went right back to bed. I looked out the window once to see Dante going into the hand house and he stopped before going in and looked up at my window. I ducked down like he would be able to see me, even though the room was dark.
Why was he looking up here at me? What was I going to do with this feeling inside of me? I had a boyfriend that wasn’t him, so I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that all of the time. I groaned out loud and went to bed. I would think about it all in the morning. It would look better in the light of day, hopefully anyways.
Chapter 43
Dante
Cliff was fast becoming a fixture at the ranch and he was one that I can’t say that I was very happy to see. Not only was he always around to drive me crazy, but Cece had acted differently towards me since we got back from Houston. While I figured that it was because of Cliff, it really had more to do with some
thing else. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Good morning Dante.”
Cliff as always, popping up and trying to be friendly. It had been a month since Houston and he was dating the boss. We didn’t have to be friendly. I couldn’t stand him. I thought he was junk and I knew that she could do better. I would do so much to Cece to make her happy, but that also meant taking a step back when I had to. It didn’t mean that I wanted to do it, but it did mean that I was going to have to deal with him until she decided that he wasn’t worth her time.
Until then, I had started to see Barb on the side. Ever since she had been hired, there had been long glances that became something more when my sexual frustration just became too much. I had always had a good time with Barb and the dark-haired woman made it easier to see her as someone else and to play make-believe, but I wasn’t too worried about all of that. It got me through the night and Barb didn’t seem to mind at all. She was getting hers and I was getting mine, the pretense didn’t really matter.
“Morning Cliff. Is Cece up and around yet?”
“Cece?”
He didn’t like that I called her a nickname, but I could care less. I had worked with her for well over a year and he was new. He needed to back off and I wasn’t going to give in an inch. I ran this ranch, Cece knew it, so her boyfriend was just going to have to get over it.
“Yeah, is she up yet? We have a lot of work to do and I need her here to take care of it.”
“She is up, but I think she is rinsing off right now. Got a little messy this morning, if you know what I mean.”
I did and it grated my nerves, as my teeth clenched together. The same went for my hands, but I balled my fists for just a moment, knowing that it wasn’t my place. She wasn’t mine, but waiting for her to see what was in front of her was getting hard. I wasn’t a very patient man and having to see who she chose over me as such an idiot was hard to swallow. Why him? I don’t think I was ever really going to figure it out. I really just didn’t get it. I don’t know if I ever would. Why couldn’t she see what a slime ball he was?