Cowboy Heaven

by Cheryl L. Brooks

  “Yes, it is,” I replied after a quick clearing of my throat. “Very romantic.” I probably should’ve left it at that, and I would have if my practical nature hadn’t gotten the better of me. “But you know most people keep their clothes on while they’re waiting for a mare to foal.”

  “True,” he admitted. “Actually, I was hoping you’d get here sooner so we’d have more time. Guess we’ll just have to make the best of it.” He paused as a sly smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Of course, if we make lots of noise, Goldie will know we’re here and it’ll take her longer.”

  I knew I needed to keep my voice down, but I couldn’t help giggling. “Yes, but I’ve been waiting a whole year for this foal. Are you telling me you’re gonna make me wait even longer?”

  He shot me a wink. “It’ll be worth the wait. I guarantee it.” Grasping his cock in one hand, he traced a fingertip over the swollen head. “Why don’t you sit down and take it easy for a while? You’ve had a busy day.”

  “So have you,” I reminded him. “Shouldn’t you be sacked out in your bunk for the night?”

  “Later,” he replied. “I took a nap this afternoon, remember?”

  “Yes, I remember. You look absolutely adorable when you’re asleep.” And even better when he was awake…

  “So do you. I’d like to see you asleep in your own bed sometime—after I’ve made love with you and you’re all curled up and naked under a blanket, sighing and smiling in your sleep.”

  Actually, I thought I’d like very much to see him that way. Perhaps we could take turns…

  “Why don’t you get undressed and come to bed? Goldie’s had plenty of experience delivering foals. Even if we miss it, I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

  “I know. But it’s fun to be there when it happens.”

  “It’s fun to be here too,” he pointed out. “Or it would be if you’d do what I asked you to. Come on, Angela, my sweet guardian angel. I’m yours, remember? Come play with me. I’ve been saving my love for you for such a long time. It’ll take years and years for me to give it all to you, and I don’t want to waste a moment.”

  Dusty had always had a quick tongue and a ready wit, but I’d never known he could be quite so persuasive. Before I knew it, I’d peeled off my clothes to stand naked before him, watching as his eyes savored my body, caressing my tingling skin from six feet away.

  His cock pulsed again and another gush of fluid followed the first, making me long to sip the sweetness from him.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life,” he whispered. “My angel, my lovely angel, my adorable Angela. I love you so much, so very much.”

  The hopeless romantic in me responded instantly, although I couldn’t imagine any woman, hopeless romantic or not, resisting Dusty at that point. A whole stable full of newborn foals couldn’t have lured me away from him.

  Goldie and her baby were momentarily forgotten as I went to him, melting into his arms and seeking his lips for a long, deep kiss. He tasted sweet. Not minty or tingly like toothpaste, but soft and warm like honey or butterscotch. His kiss went far beyond mere excitement. It intoxicated me, driving out all resistance and rational thought, leaving me helplessly entwined in his embrace, vulnerable to his every whim.

  His strong hands caressed me much as his eyes had done, leaving a glow of warmth in their wake, making me feel as though my body, my skin, my whole self was the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. I felt dazed and drunk with sensations as he sought out the highly sensitized areas clamoring for his attention. His lips drifted from mine to venture ever lower, ever closer to where his face had been that afternoon. I wondered what it would have been like to have climbed topless into the cab of that truck, without a rattlesnake there to complicate things, and let Dusty bury his face between my breasts, feeling his warm breath on my damp nipples as he licked them.

  Seconds later, I discovered what I had missed as the soft stubble of his beard brushed my delicate skin, teasing my nipples to aching arousal before he took them, first one and then the other, into his mouth. Both of us moaned as he languorously teased the rigid peaks with his tongue. Once again, I felt that while my enjoyment may have been his sole object, his own pleasure seemed to be far greater than mine.

  Hungry to experience that same sensation for myself, I kissed his curls, seeking out his body with my palms. Pressing hard against his skin, I longed to take him inside me, somehow absorbing his essence from where my hands made contact. I roamed his entire body, pushing him away from me in an effort to expose his most sensitive parts as I sought to show him how much I wanted him to be a part of me, to complete me. Cupping his penis in my hand, I let the drops of fluid flow onto my fingers like honey from hot bread.

  He expanded in my grasp, thrusting against my palm, coating it with his hot, slick syrup. I held him, caressed him, and squeezed him, delighting in his every sigh and every groan. Each push against my hand stretched the limits of my restraint. He made me feel as though he wanted me so badly he would take any part of me he could get, and that need propelled me to new levels of desire.

  Releasing the breast he was devouring, he fell back helplessly against the pillows.

  “Oh, Angel,” he sighed. “Oh yes…put your hands on me.” He went on, his words punctuated with gasps. “I can’t take it. I need… Oh, please…”

  His voice trailed off as he pushed me down on him. I say pushed, but it was more like a nudge—a request rather than a demand, though it didn’t matter to me. I would have done it anyway—could hardly wait, in fact. He slid past my lips with a groan, and I took his delightful balls in my hand and gently caressed them—teasing, scratching, and tickling them until he had my mouth so full of his honey I had to back off to swallow—an act that detonated my first orgasm of the evening. I was glad I’d withdrawn a bit or I might have done some damage. During the few moments it took me to recover, Dusty made a move.

  “I need to fuck you.”

  Those words burst from him like floodwater from a crumbling dam. I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly my head and shoulders were hanging off the edge of the bed. One leg was draped over his hip and the other was curled between his legs with my calf pressed against his butt. In that position, his cock slid straight into me. He rammed me so hard he had to hold onto my legs to keep from fucking me right off the bed. The thought of what he would be able to do with a fully functional left leg boggled my mind completely, leading to orgasm number two, which Goldie had to have heard, although I wouldn’t have precisely called it a scream.

  Dusty never let up for a second but continued on as before, rutting in my body as though he would die or go mad if he stopped, gasping my name and clutching at any part of me he could reach. I heard a loud, pounding noise and thought one of the horses was trying to kick out of its stall, but soon realized it was the heel of Dusty’s cast hitting the wall beside the bed. I had just decided Goldie must have heard that too, when I went spiraling off into space with orgasm number three…

  My mind got a bit fuzzy after that—in fact, I damn near passed out—but Dusty’s sharply uttered, “Angel!” brought me to my senses as he came. I lay there in a daze, feeling his paroxysms and listening to his panting breaths until he slowly returned to normal and quieted down some. Then I heard something else—and so, apparently, did he.

  “Did we knock over the flowers?”

  Frowning, I glanced up, noting that the Corona bottle was still standing. Then I realized what we’d heard.

  “Holy shit! Goldie’s water broke! Pull me up!”

  Dusty clasped my outstretched hand and hauled me back up onto the bed, dislodging himself so abruptly the empty feeling came as a bit of a shock. I shuddered as his hot sauce flowed out, spilling onto the sheets in such an erotic fashion I almost said to hell with the horse and stayed right where I was. I gave that idea about one second’s thought before leaping to my fe
et. I could have Dusty anytime I wanted, but this foal was only going to be born once.

  Staggering slightly as I regained my equilibrium, I snatched up my jeans and pulled them on, doing my best to ignore the semen running down my leg. I ran barefoot through the barn—a mistake I vowed never to repeat—dragging my shirt on over my head as I went. Flipping on the light to Goldie’s stall, I was just in time to see her give the first push.

  The two hind legs hadn’t emerged as yet, so I couldn’t tell if the foal was male or female, but what I could see sent my excitement level soaring.

  Unfastening the latch, I took a moment to calm myself as I stepped into the stall. Kneeling down in the straw, I took the foal’s seemingly lifeless head in my hands. Sliding my fingers down the sides of its nose, I cleared the nostrils of mucus, then held its face between my palms as Goldie gave another push. I watched with tearful joy as the foal’s nostrils fluttered, and he blinked as though waking up from a long nap.

  “Hot damn, it’s a boy!” Not only was he palomino, he had a blaze and four white stockings to boot. “Jenny’s gonna be pea green with envy.”

  Goldie rolled up onto her belly and curled her head around to see her newborn son, calling to him with a soft nicker.

  “You did good, Goldie. What a beautiful baby!” I glanced up as Dusty leaned over the stall door. “Ain’t he cute?”

  Dusty looked pretty damn cute, himself. His curls were ruffled and his shirt was unbuttoned.

  Positively delightful…

  “I think we’ll name him…hmm… How about—oh, I know! Dustin’s Delight—or maybe Delightful Dusty, or Adorable Dusty or—”

  “Better stick with Dustin’s Delight,” he said with a chuckle. “Most people don’t know that’s actually my name.”

  “Yeah, well, I know it.” I gave the foal a kiss on his precious little nose. “I write it on your paycheck all the time.”

  “True.”

  I sighed. “Doncha just love the way a foal’s whiskers are all soft and curly and their ears look too big and they’re all legs, and—”

  “So this is where everyone is tonight,” Troy said, coming up from behind Dusty to peer into the stall. “What have we here? A new addition?”

  “Oh, Troy,” I exclaimed. “Just look at him! Isn’t he gorgeous? He was definitely worth the wait.”

  “Yep, that’s just about the prettiest foal I’ve ever seen.” Troy gave Dusty a sidelong glance that must’ve gone all the way to his toes. Then he arched a brow at me. “That being said, would either of you care to explain what happened to Dusty’s pants?”

  I couldn’t see a thing from where I sat, but if Dusty’s pants were missing, there was probably still some sticky stuff in his hair—and I don’t mean the hair on his head. I could only assume Troy had seen that, too.

  Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut. “Dammit, Dusty! Why the hell didn’t you get dressed?”

  “Have you ever tried to get your pants on in a hurry with a cast on your leg? It’s a real bitch. Besides, Troy’s seen me without my pants before.”

  I thought Dusty was being rather cavalier about the matter, and I shot him a meaningful glare, hoping to shut him up.

  “That’s true,” Troy admitted. “But the last time I saw you naked, you didn’t look quite so…whipped, if you know what I mean.”

  He was obviously referring to the Biggest Dick contest. All three of them had been hard as rocks at the time.

  “Your dick would be soft too, if it’d done what mine just did,” Dusty snapped. He sounded a tad defensive. The best I could tell, he was missing the point entirely.

  “Dammit, Dusty,” I growled, startling the foal. “Will you please shut up?”

  I could see the fight now. Dusty swinging away at Troy with nothing on but a shirt and a cast. Troy kicking Dusty in his cute little nuts. Me watching them beat the shit out of each other while wearing a pair of jeans that were soaked with semen and amniotic fluid.

  That’s what I get for being so damned fickle.

  I shuddered to think what Cody would have done in such a situation. Somehow, I don’t think he would’ve been content to kick Dusty in the balls. He probably would’ve ripped them off—or at least tried to.

  “No, let him talk,” Troy insisted. “He’s just digging himself in deeper.” He looked down at Dusty’s groin again. “From the look of things, though, I’d say he’s already been in some seriously deep”—pausing for effect, he rolled his eyes toward me with an accusatory stare—“pussy.”

  “Okay,” I said, throwing up a hand. “I give up. You caught me. The truth is, you were right. I didn’t need a boy toy. I already had a man I was hopelessly in love with—I just didn’t realize it at the time.”

  Troy eyed me with suspicion. “You’re sure you’re in love this time? Really sure?”

  I nodded. “Absolutely.”

  He exhaled sharply. “I guess it wouldn’t do any good to beat the shit out of him then, would it?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. If you beat him up, I’d only hate you for it.”

  Dusty ducked his head, but not before I caught a glimpse of the smile he was trying to hide.

  “What?” I demanded as Dusty’s smile turned into all-out laughter. “What’s so damn funny?”

  “Sorry,” he said between chuckles. “I can’t keep a straight face anymore. He knows, Angel. I told him already.”

  “Shoulda beat the shit out of him then,” Troy muttered. “But he’d just told us all some cockamamie story about going for a ride with a rattlesnake. I think he fell asleep at the wheel and ran into those trees and then made up that story to cover his ass. But since he’d already had such a lousy day, I felt sorry for him and decided not to throw any punches.”

  I could think of at least part of Dusty’s day that hadn’t been quite so lousy, but I chose not to mention it. “Well, thank you for that much. You could’ve been really nasty about it.” I’d never dreamed it would be that easy.

  “Yeah, well… I’m not your husband, Angie. I wasn’t even openly your boyfriend. Besides, I only showed up here a short while ago. The stuff that’s going on between the two of you started long before that. Let’s just say I know when to throw in the towel.” His expression was wistful at first, then changed to something quite fiendish. “So who’s better? Me or Dusty?”

  “You should probably include Cody too,” Dusty suggested diplomatically.

  “Yeah,” Troy agreed. “Dusty, Cody, or me, Angie? Who was the best?”

  I could be every bit as fiendish as Troy when the spirit moved me. And at the time, I felt a little retaliation was in order for the way they’d teased me. “That’s a tough one.” I nuzzled my new baby boy. “What do you think, Delight? Should I tell them the truth or make something up just to make them feel better?”

  “Oh, come on,” Dusty urged. “Don’t be coy about it. I’m the best, right?”

  “Nope,” I replied with a sad shake of my head. “It’s not either of you—or even Cody.” I shrugged helplessly, letting out a heavy, reluctant sigh. “You see, Joe has this thing he does with that big dick of his…”

  Troy slammed his hands on the top of the stall door. “Dammit! I knew it! I knew she fucked him. She took one look at that huge cock and couldn’t keep her hands off it.”

  Sharing a conspiratorial smile with the foal, I said meekly, “Couldn’t keep my lips off it, you mean.”

  Dusty let out a growl. “I’ll kill him.”

  “Wouldn’t do any good,” I said sadly. “The deed is done. You’ve both been out-fucked by Big Ugly Joe—who isn’t a bit ugly when he’s fucking, by the way. He’s awesome—not that you two don’t have your good points.”

  “Such as?” For some peculiar reason Troy seemed a bit perturbed with me.

  Imagine that…

  “Now, now. No need for sarcasm,” I said. “You each wo
n a category in the contest. You’ll have to be satisfied with that, because right now, I have another man to deal with.” Goldie had chosen that moment to get to her feet, and I still had work to do, although in my haste to attend the birth I’d forgotten to bring a few things with me. “Dusty, would you get my foaling kit, please? It’s that wicker basket on the shelf in the tack room.”

  “Sure,” he replied. “Be right back.”

  Troy went with him. They must not have realized I could hear their conversation, but as quiet as it was in the barn that night, I was able to catch most of it, starting with Troy asking Dusty if I’d sucked his balls yet. I didn’t hear Dusty’s reply, but I knew I hadn’t done it to him any more than I’d fucked Joe, so I could pretty much guess what he’d said, especially when Troy followed it up with, “I’m here to tell you, you haven’t lived until Angie’s sucked your balls while she jacks you off. It’s totally fuckin’ wicked.”

  “Yeah,” I told Goldie with a giggle. “Cody liked that too—but Joe’s balls were too big—”

  “I heard that!” Troy shouted.

  “—so I could only suck one at a time.”

  I had to cover Delight’s tiny virgin ears after that.

  “Whoa, momma,” I whispered to him. “And I thought Bull had a foul mouth.”

  Chapter 21

  The next few days were pretty busy for me. I now had two boys named Dusty to play with, and I’m not sure which of them was the most fun. Unfortunately, the underlying anxiety that something might happen to the two-legged Dusty had me on edge when I should have been happier than I’d been in ages. I still hadn’t worked up the nerve to say anything to Rufus about my relationship with Dusty—and probably never would—but I think Dad knew it without being told. He was bound to have gotten the picture pretty clearly the last time we’d talked—at least I hoped he had. I really didn’t feel like spelling it out for him.

  Rufus was another matter altogether. I’d never been able to talk with him about anything personal. Aside from the awkwardness factor, my private life didn’t concern him—although he’d apparently made it his business to keep the cowboys out of it.