How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!)

by Sable Hunter

She glanced at his face on the phone in time enough to see him say. “No, no smudge, you’re beautifully made. Perfection.”

  Cato didn’t respond, she couldn’t, she was hypnotized by the look of desire she could see on his face.

  “Women don’t understand,” he spoke. “The way you’re made, the way you make a man feel—the pure bliss of joining.” He shoved his hair back roughly from his forehead. “Touch yourself for me, let me watch.”

  Cato was trembling, her thighs were shaking. “I’m so excited, it won’t take but a touch. Being with you is…” Her voice trailed off as she let her fingers slide through her folds, finding the swollen button of her clit. “Heath? Are you touching yourself?”

  The picture shifted and he showed her his open pants, unzipped, his cock standing tall and proud, enclosed in his fist. “Answer your question?” His face appeared again, the passion and strain evident in his eyes. “See what you do to me?”

  They watched one another as they pleasured themselves. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on either of them. “Heath!” Cato screamed as she reached her climax. It wasn’t her fingers, it wasn’t her touch, it was the man whose eyes were eating her up, he was her obsession.

  She couldn’t hear his groans, his release, but she could see his head fall back, the cords of his neck standing out prominently. Even though they weren’t in the same room or in the same city, Cato had never felt closer to anyone before.

  * * *

  “Thanks for letting me take the plane, I owe you one.” Heath called Jimmy as he drove to pick up Cato.

  “Glad to do it. Enjoy yourself, there’s a bottle of Salon 1995 on board, it’s all yours.”

  “Now, Jimmy, you know that three hundred dollar bottle champagne is lost on me. I’m more of a beer guy.”

  “Cato might enjoy it.”

  Heath turned off the main road, his heart beat picked up knowing he’d see her in a few minutes. “She will. Cato likes everything.”

  “Lucky you,” Jimmy quipped.

  “Yea, lucky me. I ain’t arguing.”

  “How’s Jaxson?”

  “Well.” Heath sighed. “He’s having a rough time. But who wouldn’t?”

  “Is he back at Highlands?”

  “No, but I think I have a secret weapon.”

  “What would that be?”

  “Tamara Grayson.”

  “Who’s that?”

  “You know who she is, she’s that triathlete, the woman who does extreme sports. Joseph and Beau are sponsoring her.”

  “Ah, yes. I know who you’re talking about. How is she your secret weapon?”

  “She’s pretty and she’s motivated to get Jaxson back on his feet.”

  “Why?”

  “She wants him to chase her. I think she has a thing for our bull rider.” When he made the usual reference, he felt a pang of regret for all Jaxson had lost.

  “Do you think he’ll ever ride again?”

  “Hell, horses or bulls or women? I don’t know. I want him to be whatever he can be, but I don’t want him hurt.”

  “Not doing what you love can hurt you the most.”

  “You’re right, I know you’re right.” He pulled into Cato’s driveway and smiled when he saw her standing on the porch waiting for him. She never gave him a chance to go to the door, she was always outside as if she couldn’t wait to see him. “Listen, bud, I’m here.”

  “Call me before you leave San Fran and I’ll meet you at the airport, we’ll have a drink before I head for London.”

  “Wait, what time do you need to fly out?”

  “When you get back, I’m in no rush, take your time. I’ve got a meeting, but they’ll wait on me.”

  Dushku’s self-assurance made Heath smile. “You’re something else. Do you know that?”

  “Of course I do. Be careful.”

  “We can’t stay away but one night, so we’ll see you then.” Heath closed his phone and got out to meet Cato. She saw him and a smile brightened her face as she came off the porch, arms open wide. God, he was glad to see her. Heath had no idea what he was doing, but it felt more right than anything had in a long time. Catching her to him, he let his hands slide down her arms to grip her hips. Damn, he was hard. He always was around her. Heath could almost cum just thinking about her.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.” She wrapped her fingers in his hair and tugged, bringing his mouth down to hers.

  Heath allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, rubbing against her in a velvet glide.

  “God, you’re soft. So soft.” He let his hands explore her soft skin, down to cup a soft breast. Lord, even her heart was soft.

  “Got time to go in and play?” she asked as he massaged her breast, rubbing his thumb over the stiff peak of her nipple.

  “Unfortunately no, our plane awaits and the pilot’s on the clock.”

  She let him lead her to Old Red. “I’m glad to see we’re riding in style again, that Mercedes felt wrong.”

  Heath chuckled. “My kind of girl.” He helped her into the truck on his side. “Sit in the middle. I want you close.” He climbed in beside her and fastened the seatbelt.

  “I’ve never ridden in a private plane before.” She was so excited, Cato couldn’t be still.

  “You’ll enjoy it, it’s a Lear and the attendant is discrete.” He winked at her.

  They talked a bit about the trial. “Jury selection is still going on, they’ll call us when the date for opening arguments is set.”

  Cato thought about what Cady had said, but she didn’t say anything. “All the evidence is circumstantial. Zane will pull it off. Have they found anyone to substantiate Philip’s alibi?”

  Heath shook his head. “Well, it was a normal day. People say they saw him but no one remembers anything specific. It wasn’t one of his teaching days, he just dropped some papers off at his office. There was no sign-in or anything.”

  “How about a camera, either traffic or on campus?”

  “Zane is looking into that. And he’s subpoenaed the email records of your office.”

  “Uh, did my name come up? Because my boss was in a pissy mood and he acted like it was all my fault. Plus he demanded those records that I refused to share.”

  “Your name did not come up,” Heath promised. “I made it a specific request.”

  “Thank you.” She cuddled down into the seat. “Any idea on who might have pulled the trigger or who shot me that day?”

  “No, the search turned up dry.” He put his hand on her knee. “Let’s think about something else, just for a couple of days. Okay? If Zane calls or something comes up, we’ll put it back on the front burner.”

  “Okay.” She adjusted the vent and cuddled closer to him.

  The drive to the airport didn’t take long, especially since she laid her head on his shoulder. Guess it was true that time passes quickly when you’re having a good time.

  “I’ve never been to San Francisco. Have you?”

  “A couple of times, once with my parents and once with…my ex-fiancée.”

  “Amy,” Cato growled. “I don’t like her.”

  Heath coughed, trying to hide his amusement when Cato spit like a kitten. Funny, the pain was gone that usually accompanied Amy’s memory. “I’m not overly fond of her myself.”

  “If I’d been in her shoes, I would’ve been waiting at the altar for you when you walked in that church. You wouldn’t have had to wait for me.”

  Heath’s whole body jerked at her emphatic statement. To hear Cato stand up for him like that did funny things to his heart. “Cato…”

  But she didn’t hear him, they had pulled up to the hangar and she wasn’t looking at Heath but at what lay before them. “Is that Jimmy’s plane?”

  “There’s our ride, isn’t it a beauty?”

  “It is!” Today she didn’t wait for him to help her. Cato slung her door open and bounced out. Heath, who was still reeling from the implications of her previous statement, wasn’t as fast. He thought s
he was about to run toward the plane, instead she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, I’m so excited. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.” She kissed him on the cheek then let him go, grabbing his hand.

  Heath’s chest felt funny. God, he hoped he wasn’t coming down with something. He coughed, straightened his hat and took a deep breath. “You’re welcome.”

  The pilot came out to meet them. “Hello, Mr. McCoy.”

  Heath introduced Cato and the pilot explained to them the flight plan and where they’d be landing in San Francisco. “Mr. Dushku has arranged for a limo to meet us and take you wherever you’d like to go.” He also introduced them to the flight attendant, Marty. Jimmy had assured Heath that she was discrete and only came when summoned unless there was an emergency.

  Once they boarded, Marty explained to them about take-off, safety and brought them a drink. “I’ll serve you lunch in an hour and a half, if that would be acceptable.”

  Heath looked at her and Cato nodded. She was so busy taking the place in that she could barely sit still. The interior was all leather and oak wood grain furniture, the carpet was thick and every amenity seemed to have been included. She saw a TV, a sound system, several plush couches and several recliners. It was like no other plane she’d ever seen. When Marty left them alone, she allowed Heath to help fasten her into the seat and he reviewed what Marty had told them about the oxygen and when they could get up again. “This isn’t any different from a commercial flight, just more comfortable.”

  Take-off was smooth and soon they were winging their way over Austin. She looked down at the Capital building, the tower at UT and the winding Lady Bird Lake which looked like a lapis jewel embedded in the earth. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

  “Enough thank-yous, it was my turn to surprise you and I’m glad I did. Jimmy is a good friend.” He kissed her hand. A heavy weight of worry seemed to lift from his shoulders as the plane ascended. Being with Cato always made him feel better. Soon he had to deal with how she was making him feel, being with her was becoming necessary for him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Me too.” She smiled, chewing on her bottom lip. “How long will we be in the air?”

  “Long enough.” He unbuckled them and stood. “Come with me.”

  Cato remembered what he’d said about the ‘mile-high club.’ Immediately her body responded to the idea of being with him again. “Are we going to do it in the bathroom like they do in the movies?”

  “Not hardly.” He laughed. “We’re in Dushku territory here.” Heath walked over to a closed door. “This is Jimmy’s private room, a play-room.”

  When Cato stepped in to the semi-dark area, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “What is this?”

  In order to see her better, Heath turned on the overhead light and everything inside the room came into clear view. “Jimmy’s into a little kink, he’s a sexual Dom, these are things they use in BDSM.”

  Cato pulled away from him. “Oh, I know.” Her eyes sparkled. “I read.” She ran her hand over a raised table. “This is a spanking bench.” Then she walked to the wall. “And this is a St. Andrew’s cross. Can we try some of these things?”

  “You constantly surprise me.” Heath marveled. “I didn’t know if you’d be open to this or if you’d be hunting a parachute to get away from me.”

  “Are you kidding? I can’t wait to play with you.”

  That’s all it took, Heath was hard. Slowly, he removed his shirt. “Okay, let’s use this contraption over here.” He pointed to what look like a bundle of macramé hanging down.

  “Hmmm.” Cato didn’t know whether to examine the unknown sex toy or stare at him as he undressed. She never grew tired of looking at him. “What is that?”

  “It’s a sex swing.”

  “Sounds fun.” With teasing little moves, she began to remove her clothes. “I don’t want to wrinkle this. I actually got up and ironed this morning.”

  When she pulled the dress over her head and he saw what she had on underneath, Heath almost tripped. “My God, woman,” he whispered. She didn’t know what he’d said, but that was okay. He had more than one way to communicate. Going to her, he ran his hands over her smooth skin, from her neck, shoulders to the tops of those luscious breasts he adored. “You have the most beautiful body.” She was wearing a black-lace low cut bra and a pair of boy-cut panties that fit her like the sweetest glove.

  “Thank you.” She held still while Heath petted her. She loved that he enjoyed touching her. “How is this going to work?”

  “I’ll show you, but first let’s get some extras.” He pointed to a cabinet on the wall. “There’s some surprises over here.”

  “I like surprises as much as you.” For just a moment, Cato let herself analyze where she was—she was in a private plane with the sexiest man alive about to make love in a Dom’s dungeon. She wanted to do a fast fist-pump, but refrained. When Heath opened the doors, they both laughed.

  “Jimmy must have been a boy-scout when he was young. He’s definitely prepared.”

  “I’ll say.” She leaned in closer. “I don’t think we need lube.”

  Heath kissed her. “No, we don’t. You respond perfectly, no help needed.” He opened a drawer. “Oh, I like this.”

  Cato almost groaned when she saw he had a small vibrator. “Oh, yeah. That would hit the spot.”

  “G-spot?”

  Cato blushed. “Heath, I’d say you’ve proved that I don’t have a G-spot, I have a G-wall. When you’re inside me, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world.”

  “I think I want you to wear these.” He held a pair of nipple clamps up.

  “All right.” Cato smiled. “If you’ll wear this.”

  “Is that what I think it is?” Heath reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. This was going to be fun.

  “Yea, a cock ring, one that will tickle my clit.” She pulled on it, stretching it out. “I hope it will fit.”

  “How do you know about these things, Miss Recent Virgin?”

  “Ha! I do research for a living.” Before he could blink, she was on her knees. “May I?”

  “Hell, yes.” He was anxious to get this show on the road. Heath went up on tiptoe as Cato pulled down his pants. He was so hard, he felt like his cock was trying to saw its way out of his pants. Stepping out of them, he groaned as she pulled down his briefs and immediately rubbed her face against his cock, kissing it.

  “I love you all over, but this is one of my favorite parts.”

  “Mine too,” he admitted, although she wasn’t watching his face to see his answer. Cato was totally preoccupied, stretching the cock ring over his manhood and fitting it into place.

  “This is going to feel so good.”

  “Enough, come!” He took her by the arm and pulled her up. With shaking hands, he unclasped her bra and pulled the panties down her legs, kissing a trail behind his hands. “Now for the clamps.”

  He took the bejeweled silver chains with the tiny clothes-pin shaped pinchers. A tiny niggle of apprehension flashed through Cato, but when he bent and began sucking on her nipples, the wariness vanished. “What are you doing?”

  “Preparing you,” he said when he turned loose, the nipple popping from his lips. “Hmmmm, one more suck.” He held her waist and loved on her tits and Cato felt her juices begin to flow. When he had them sufficiently stiff, Heath affixed the clamps.

  The bite was sharp, but she liked it. “Dang.” It made her pussy throb in rhythm with the blood pumping in her nipples.

  “Okay?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Heath took a moment to appreciate her, pushing her tits together. The plump, lush mounds topped with those sexy clamps were a sight to behold. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

  Cato had no answer for that, just a plea for more. “I ache, Heath. I want you.”

  With efficient moves, he held the swing open and helped her in. She responded in true Cato like fashioned and
bounced on the bungee type cord affixed to the ceiling. The natural movements of the plane would provide extra stimulation, but Heath couldn’t help playing with her. With a smile, he took his hand and spun her, then exulted in the euphoric giggles spilling from her lips. When she’d made a couple of rounds, he slowed her down and let her see how much he needed her.

  “I think we need a bigger cock ring.”

  “I need you.” He cupped her face and drank from her lips, swirling his tongue between her lips, eating the sweet moans she was making. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed some more. The swing gave them total freedom, almost a weightless sensation. “Hold on.” He went back to the cabinet and took the pocket rocket vibrator out of the package. Returning, with a hungry intent in his eye, Heath proceeded to set her on fire. “Just relax and feel, let me play.” Heath ran the small pulsating rod over her throat and around her nipples, following its path with his tongue. Tugging on the chain that held the clamps, he grinned when she whimpered. “You like this?”

  Her answer was to buck in the swing, trying to get closer.

  “Patience,” he murmured as he continued to tease, tracing her belly button on his way south. When he touched her clit, she jumped. “Hit the spot?”

  “I can’t believe this,” she whispered. “What am I going to do without you?” She touched him almost reverently, running her hands over his shoulders and chest as if memorizing every muscle.

  He met her gaze, but he didn’t voice his feelings. When she touched him it was intense, like he was her lifeline. The total rightness of being with her pounded through his brain like a gong. Slipping the pulsing tip of the vibrator up into her sheathe, Heath watched her writhe in ecstasy. She was right, this goddess didn’t have just a G-spot. She craved penetration more than he ever knew any woman could. “My turn.”

  “Flip the switch first,” she pointed at his cock ring, “I want the full effect.”

  “You do it.” He moved closer. “I always want your hands on me.” His cock pressed against her mound, right against her most sensitive spot, urgent and throbbing,

  She smiled shyly, took her hand and moved the switch to ‘on.’ Twin vibrating rings with tiny spinning nubs came to life. “Fuck,” Heath groaned. “I thought you’d be the only one to feel it.”