by Brill Harper
It’s been in the news so much lately, the rotten things happening to women in Hollywood. Well, everywhere really. When I think of someone taking advantage of her, it feels like someone is squeezing my heart in a fist. Of any woman. But especially her.
But who am I to delve into her past? I’m just her summer cowboy. Last night was amazing, and this day is looking like it might turn into another amazing night. But we’re so different. And I don’t have time for a relationship and she doesn’t have time for a small-time resort owner. She’s in Los Angeles for a reason. Big dreams. There’s nothing like that for her here, that’s for sure.
And I’ve been down that road before. Saw everything I needed to see on it.
But my gut won’t rest until I know. She can always tell me to mind my own business. “What did you mean earlier? About the casting directors?”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear my sob story.”
I reach for her hand. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pry. But I am interested.”
She bites her lip. “I was up for a movie role a couple of years ago. It wasn’t the lead or anything, but it was a bigger supporting role than anything I’d been able to get close to. Anyway, I was running my lines in the casting director’s office when he kissed me.” Her forehead crinkles, and her eyes concentrate on something in the distance. “The scene didn’t have a kiss in it. He just grabbed me and started kissing me. I tried to push him off me, but it took a few minutes. He told me...he told me that prettier girls were up for the role, but if I gave him a blow job, it was mine. That I should be lucky he liked chubby girls—that a girl my size didn’t have too many options and I should really think about it before I said no.”
If she tells me his name, I will find him and kill him. I don’t even know where to start responding. Should I tell her that she’s not chubby? Hell, I don’t know. Whatever she is, though, is perfect. But maybe that’s the wrong thing to say. Maybe it’s not about her looks at all. Maybe it’s just the idea that a man who had power over her was using it to crush her self-esteem.
“Anyway,” she starts again as if we were talking about the weather, “he stood between me and the door. Told me he could destroy my career. That I wouldn’t be able to sell gyno cream much less act in a movie unless I got on my knees.”
“Did you?” I ask and immediately regret it. It’s not my business if she did. It doesn’t change how much I like her or anything. If she did it, she felt she had to. And that’s just heartbreaking, really.
“No, I was able to escape. But I haven’t gotten many callbacks since. It might just be that I’m not really that good, you know? But,” she shrugs, “he might have followed through. It doesn’t matter.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Ruby, no man has the right to threaten a woman or ask for sexual favors in exchange for a job. That piece of shit shouldn’t have done that to you.”
She throws her arm over her eyes. I don’t know if it’s because of the sun or if she’s hiding tears. “It happens a lot. It’s sort of the price you pay, I guess.”
“It ain’t right, what he did. Promise me something.”
“What?”
“Promise me you won’t ever water yourself down just because someone can't handle you at 100 proof.”
She sits up on her elbows. “Maybe sometimes dreams come and go. Or they change.”
“Yeah, well, right now my dream is to find that snake and remove his rattler.”
Chapter Five
Ruby
Dusty hasn’t spoken for a few minutes and I think I ruined everything.
I’m so stupid. Who talks about sexual assault on a sexy date?
Everything was perfect before that. The horses are tied to a tree, shaded and happy. The river gurgles over rocks gently. It’s warm but not oppressive, the breeze keeping us cool. There are birds and wildflowers everywhere the eye can see. What would it be like to live in a place where everything is so wild and free?
I’m desperate to change the subject. I point to the sky again. “Do you see the elephant yet?”
“Nope.”
It actually doesn’t look like an elephant anymore anyway.
He sits up. All his muscles are rigid and tight. He’s lost that laid-back and flirty feeling.
I have cockblocked myself. Because of course I have. When do I do anything right?
Sometimes, I think I should have just blown that creep on his casting couch. I didn’t want my first time with a man to be like that, but maybe I’m too straight-laced. It’s just sex, right? I could have forwarded my career instead of killing it. For what, ten minutes? I’m supposed to be an actress. I could have pretended to like it, couldn’t I?
But no. My principles wouldn’t allow me to, and my principles suck at paying the bills.
There probably was no right choice to make because it was an impossible situation. But I’m tired of always being empty-handed. It isn’t working for me in Hollywood, and it sure as heck isn’t going to work for me in Pair-a-Dice.
What am I even doing here? I should just tell Dusty let’s call it a day and head back to the ranch. I’ll read in my room and ask for a tray to be brought up for supper. And then tomorrow, head back home.
But...that’s not what I want. I want to have this week. This one measly week. I may never have sex again if my history of bad dates continues. This might be my best and only chance at an affair. I have no competition for Dusty right now—I’m the only woman under fifty on this ranch. He likes me. I like him. And while I don’t have anything to judge it against, I’m pretty sure last night was as amazing as it gets. He certainly didn’t complain.
Can I salvage this day?
Get into character, girl.
What would a sexually confident woman do? I give an exaggerated sigh and strike a pose that arches my back enticingly. At least, I hope enticingly. I imagine the silhouette of a woman on the mud flaps of a big rig. That’s sexy right?
I might be hopeless.
Say something.
“I haven’t been swimming in a river since I was a kid.” I sigh again. “Too bad I didn’t bring a suit.”
One thing I appreciate about acting is not having to write my own lines. I’m obviously not good at writing convincing dialogue.
He turns his head toward me, taking in my pose, I think. At least focusing on my breasts. I can see the wheels turning in his head. “It’s a pretty nice swimming hole too. I didn’t bring a suit either.” He inclines his head like, “Isn’t that just too bad?”
“Whatever should we do?” I ask on an exaggerated question. “We both want to go swimming. We’re all alone here. But we don’t have suits to change into.”
Dusty looks at me for a long time. Maybe too long? His jaw relaxes. “Well, we could always swim in the suits God gave us.”
I blink, pretending I’m surprised. “I don’t know...I suppose we’ve already seen each other naked. So...”
He smiles and my heart trips all over itself. Cowboy smiles are a thing of beauty.
I’m so glad he was my first. I’m glad I ran out of that director’s office. I’m glad my dates never made it to my bedroom. Dusty is the perfect memory. I’ll treasure last night for the rest of my days.
Dusty stands and pulls me up. Then we stare at each other. Like...what now? I was good at talking the talk, but can I...dare I? Dusty grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off, the fabric rolling up over his muscled torso. He wads it casually in his hands, then tosses it to the picnic blanket.
Wow. He’s just...wow.
His skin is drum-tight over row after row of perfectly sculpted abs. Thick arms bulge with meaty, rounded muscles. His wide shoulders could move a house, but it’s his torso that I’m strangely attracted to. The way his wide lateral muscles taper down a trim waist into the waistband of his jeans. He quirks his eyebrows at me, teasing out a smile. And then his hand slides to his buckle.
I swallow hard, my attention raptly focused on t
hat hand.
“You okay, Ruby?”
I nod. Sure, I’m okay. How could I not be okay? The hottest man I’ve ever seen is undoing his belt buckle. Slowly. Then he unbuttons his fly—his thick, rock-hard cock swelling up the front of his blue boxer briefs. He pulls his pants down, somehow stepping out of his boots without the falling down mess that I would be if I tried that maneuver.
He’s huge. Everywhere, but I’m not looking at anything else but the bulge. Then he steps out of his underwear. I can’t breathe. He wraps one fist around the hardy base of his cock, squeezes it and slides down. I’m on fire watching him handle himself.
“You gonna strip?”
Now I’m self-conscious. But his hard-on is for me, so he must want to see me naked as much as I want to see him. I slide my shirt up and over my head before unhooking my bra and letting it fall.
He whistles. “Holy shit. Your tits are amazing. Fucking amazing.”
Well, that gives me a little more confidence. I bring my shorts and panties down together, toeing off my shoes before I try to get them all the way off. Now we’re both naked, standing outdoors and in the sunlight.
“Do that again,” I boldly say. “With your hand.”
“This, darlin’?” He grabs himself again. Then he strokes himself lazily.
“Yes, that. I like it.”
His wry grin doesn’t even faze me. “You like watching me touch myself? You want me to keep doing it?”
I nod. “Does that make me perverted?” The sun catches the glint of precum on the tip of his cock and my mouth waters.
“If it does, you’re in good company.” He glides up and down again. “You keep looking at me like that and we’re not going swimming.”
I make like I’m going to run. “Last one there is a rotten egg!”
I don’t make it two steps before Dusty catches me around my middle and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh twenty pounds instead of...more. He smacks my ass a few times when I protest, so I smack his round, firm ass right back. We make it to the river pretty fast.
Wait.
“Dusty, don’t you dare!”
He wades right in and takes us down into the chilly water. I come up sputtering.
“I don’t dare what, city girl?”
He’s laughing at my outrage, so I barrel into him and dunk him this time. The water is freezing, but Dusty’s slick skin is still warm, so I drape myself over him as he wades us further into the swimming hole. I love touching him, so I indulge myself, running my hands all over the hard planes of his body.
He wraps my legs around his waist, smooshing my tits against his steel torso. “Your nips could cut glass. You cold or turned on?”
I rub my chest against him. “Both.”
Dusty cups one of my breasts, my flesh overflowing his hand. When he brings his mouth down to it, I can’t help but gasp and arch my back. “I love how sensitive your tits are.” He sucks as much of me into his mouth as he can and moans around me, kneading my ass.
His hand slides into the crevice and he starts to use his fingers to explore my pussy, starting just above my opening and stopping just short of my clit. I gasp, gulping air like a guppy out of water.
“Easy, angel.” He pushes two fingers into my pussy and begins to slowly fuck me with them, twisting and pressing against my G-spot, and then pulling them in and out. Over and over, all the while watching my face. “Oh, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper my response. All my world has become the tight space around his fingers.
“You’re so hot and wet. You might have been a virgin just yesterday, but you’re a woman now, aren’t you? Say it. Tell me you want me to make you come."
The spinning in my head increases. My back arches and pussy clenches around his beefy fingers. I can't concentrate on anything but the delicious waves of pleasure between my legs. I’m grinding up to get more of his fingers inside me. My nerves are red hot, screaming for release. “Make me come, Dusty. God, please.”
I cry out, grinding against his hand. I ride it hard, desperate for the violent orgasm I know is coming.
"My naughty city girl," he whispers. "Such a bad girl, letting her cowboy fingerfuck her outside where anyone could see. Bad, bad girl."
"Oh, God," I plead.
The fiery pressure builds and builds until white hot ecstasy jolts from my pussy through every other part of my body. Maybe even my soul. My hips start to buck violently.
“That’s it, my dirty angel. Come all over my hand.”
I sob as the fierce release wracks my body until I’m worn out and trembling. I bury myself in his neck. clutching his biceps, holding on for dear life as the orgasm winds down.
Slowly, I become aware of the cold water, the hot sun overhead, the sounds of the winds rustling the wild grasses. The thumping in my head slows and I shiver. “God, I need a nap.”
He chuckles, the rumble low in his throat. “I don’t think so.”
I pull back and look up at him. His face is tense, stern. But his eyes are anything but cold. No, they burn warm like the sun. “Dusty?”
"You’re not sleeping yet. Not until I've fucked the angel sweetness right out of you."
Dusty
MY VISION IS CLOUDED in a red haze. I reluctantly pull my fingers out of that sweet pussy and use both hands to hold her ass as I walk us out of the river back to the blanket.
I’m on fire for her. I want to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted any damn thing in my life. I can’t think. I don’t care if I’m stepping on jagged rocks or sharp grass.
I don’t even know what I’m saying. Fuck the angel sweetness out of her? What does that even mean? But I want the fiery devil girl inside to come and play. I want her raw and primitive and worshiping my cock.
I lay her down and spread her legs. She’s staring at me like she doesn’t know me, and hell if I even recognize myself right now. I get on my knees and spread her legs wide, staring at that sweet pussy that just spasmed around my fingers so hard.
“Mine,” I growl and lean down, pressing my lips against her soaked center, breathing her in heavily. A slow spasm of pleasure rolls through my body at her scent. Mine.
"You're a filthy girl, Ruby," I murmur against her soaking wet flesh.
She opens her mouth, maybe to protest, but nothing comes out except a squeak as I start fucking her with my tongue. Her flavors are so rich, intoxicating. I plunge fast and deep into her wetness. Her shaking fingers slip through my hair, pulling me harder against her as I make her my meal.
Sloppy. Wet. Tangy. Sweet. I want to drown in her juices.
"I’m gonna fuck you,” I say into her muff. “Gonna stuff you full with my thick cock."
She grasps my hair hard. “Yes!”
“You’re gonna worship my cock. It’s gonna make you feel every inch of it in ways you never dreamed of. It’s going to fucking own you.” I go back down and she grinds against my face. I’m covered in her, and I still want more. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and so good that you're never going to be able to come without thinking about me."
Mine.
This is going to be good. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Something about the two of us is just explosive.
She starts chanting my name, and her whole body tenses. I get another rush of her girl-cum as she orgasms hard against my face.
I can’t wait anymore. I move up and cover her body with mine, shoving my dick inside her with one long, slow glide. Her eyes widen with every inch I forcefully push. I’m panting hard when I bottom out, and I rest my forehead against hers and let the rush overtake me.
I’m still horny as fuck, but the second I slid home, something changed. She’s tight, slick, and warm. I want to stay here forever.
I thrust inside her in slow, constant, and thorough strokes.
I clutch her ass, pushing against her stomach, trying to get as deep as I can. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in tighter, her feet digging into my ass. I clutc
h at her tit and proceed to pound her even harder.
She tries to shut her eyes, but I grab her hair, pulling it lightly so she’ll keep her eyes on me. “Don’t fucking shut me out now. You look at me while you come. It’s me that’s taking you there.” I feel barbaric and I don’t care. There is nothing civilized about the way we fuck. Her face tightens as I watch her come again, her eyes on me. It’s not a violent orgasm like before. It’s a long, slow pulse. I groan when her pussy squeezes my dick, pulling me in deeper. Her drenched pussy gives me another shock of pleasure
A growl builds up from my chest and into my throat. My thrusting grows frantic and my grunts desperate. My lips sear her with a scorching kiss. My heavy cock lets go, pushing bursts of cum inside her with every jump. I pour myself into her, demanding that she take it all. Take all of me.
“I’m filling you up, angel. Filling you so full of my cum.”
She sobs as another orgasm rocks her body, pulling even more out of me.
That’s when I realize we didn’t use any birth control.
Chapter Six
Ruby
I’m feeling pretty fucking good right now.
I’m not sure how many orgasms I’ve had at Pair-a-Dice Ranch, but it’s been a pretty good run. I love the weight of the cowboy on top of me. He’s solid and real, a little slick with sweat. Why do I never meet men like Dusty in Los Angeles? There are more men there, you’d think my chances would be better.
I can’t believe, just yesterday, my hottest fantasy was a pretentious businessman in a suit gently removing my virginity after a four-course meal and cocktails. This is so much better. Getting fucked outside, in the sun, in the water. Having a man completely lose his mind because he’s so in lust with you.
And when we’re not having sex? He’s courteous and interested. He knows how to build things with his hands. Can tame huge horses with the tone of his voice. He’s just...made of substance.