Spurs & Stilettos

by Johnson, Ashley

  “Shit, well have fun ok? Thanks for telling me and yes I made it ok.” I hate having to sugarcoat everything but I truly believe it’s for the best.

  “Later hooker. Make sure he wears a condom!” And she hung up. My face is beet red, what the hell was she thinking saying that? Oh that’s right, she doesn’t care!

  “Everything ok?” Wesley asks with a half smile. It’s a relief to see he actually wasn’t pouting or mad over me answering her phone call. That just proves to me how different he is. Different is good and with him it’s everything I long for.

  “Of course.” Besides the fact that my ex fiancé is trying to bring me presents.

  “Well, I have plans to take you to dinner if you’d like, since I’m a free man.”

  Dinner isn’t that great of a gesture, I mean people have to eat but something about him doing this makes my heart flutter. I feel wanted and that’s the best feeling I could have. I smile grabbing my bag and pulling out the black-striped maxi dress Amber insisted I pack. It is perfect because I can wear flip flops with it and still look nice. The pedicure I treated myself to was definitely a bonus. I flash Wesley a smile as I run into the bathroom and begin to change. I smile confidently in the mirror thankful for the changes that have taken place in the last week. I love my smile, it seems like it’s been forever since I’ve smiled and truly meant it. My stomach turns thinking about the night, I’m elated. The butterflies I have tell me coming here was a good decision. I touch up my eyeliner and add some shimmery lip gloss to finalize the look. I smile one more time at the final product and give myself a wink to boost my confidence. I open the door to find Wesley standing by the vanity mirror holding a single pink daisy dressed in a light green button up shirt, those delicious tight Wranglers and a less scuffed up pair of boots. He looks amazingly sexy, I could eat him up. His green eyes are shining like bright emeralds and his brown hair is a little disheveled but gorgeous. I have to stop and catch my breath before I make my way to him.

  “For you beautiful,” he smiles as he hands me the pink daisy. I blush as our hands intertwine for a brief moment.

  I bring the daisy to my nose and briefly smell it before laying it on the vanity. Boldly, I lean up on my tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I still don’t think you’re real,” I whisper.

  “Why do you think that?” he whispers against my ear sending chills down my spine.

  “I’m just not used to all this,” I admit.

  “What’s all this?” he asks looking into my eyes with concern.

  “Someone caring,” I answer quietly.

  “Get used to it sweetheart. This is real and I’ll do whatever I have to prove it to you.” He leans in to kiss my earlobe. His warm breath gives me goosebumps that I’m trying to hide. We join hands and he leads me out of the room to his truck.

  It’s not fair to compare what I had with Brad to Wesley but it is all I’ve known. I hope I didn’t hurt him in any way with my comment. He has no idea what I’ve been through, the hurt I felt time and time again with Brad. He doesn’t know how my heart got ripped in two just about every day by Brad’s insensitive comments and gestures. He has no idea that I once feared my heart could never be fixed again. Brad made me feel as if I was unlovable, unwanted and undesirable at times. The way Wesley helps me into the truck and smiles at me tells me I didn’t do anything wrong. I hate that I constantly feel as if I am walking on eggshells because what I’m used to with Brad. I smile as Wesley starts the truck and begins driving down the road. I have no idea where we are going; I just know he said dinner. I look out the window at the scenery of Austin, taking in all its beauty and I smile thinking about Amber getting ready to go out on her date. I hope she has a great time.

  Wesley pulls up at a steak house that looks packed for the next year or so but he has reservations so we don’t wait at all. He reaches for my hand as I climb out of the truck lacing our fingers tightly. I feel safe and he shows no sign of releasing his hand from mine even when we’re seated across from one another at the table. The waiter comes by to take our drink order and I gladly order a glass of Chardonnay. I’m trying not to be nervous but I haven’t been on a good honest date in years and I need something to take the edge off.

  “Tell me something about yourself Hope,” he asks almost causing me to choke on my sip of wine.

  “What do you want to know?” I ask curiously.

  “Well, what’s your favorite color?”

  “Turquoise,” I answer with a smile.

  “Oh,” he scoffs. “It’s not pink?”

  I smile taking another sip of wine. “Pink is second thank you. Tell me about you. What got you started with the rodeo?”

  “I’ve always loved the rodeo since I was little. Just felt natural, kind of like when I met you.”

  I feel my face heat as he lightly squeezes my hand sending a thousand volts of electricity through my body. I’m almost relieved when the waiter comes to take our order, but he doesn’t forget about our little get to know you session.

  “Rodeo kept me out of trouble as a teen. I was always on the go and just so happened to get pretty good at it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

  “That’s good, that you enjoy it that much. I really like my job too. I hate seeing people get divorces but sometimes it’s for the best. To think, I would have been a client at my firm, had I married Brad.”

  I suddenly want to throw my hand over my mouth because I can’t believe I just said that. I’ve only had this one glass. They may as well bring me the entire bottle now. I’ll go out in style.

  “You were engaged to your ex?” he asks a little quietly.

  “Yeah, we were supposed to get married in two months,” I whisper hating myself more and more for blurting that out. What an idiot!

  “Things happen for a reason,” he states. I can’t read his face; he’s just wearing a solemn look. I can’t tell if he’s hurt, angry, or both.

  “Mmhmm,” I don’t know what to say. I desperately want the waiter to refill my glass. I’m sucking on vapors now.

  Our food arrives and my stomach begins growling as the aroma of the perfectly cooked steak hits my nose. The baked potato sits adjacent to it complementing the meal just right. We eat in silence for a moment. This is one of the most delicious birthday dinners I’ve ever had.

  “I’m going to make you forget all about him,” he tells me looking up, his green eyes on fire. Passion and desire are behind them and I feel like I’m burning up, melting right here in the middle of this restaurant like the butter on the baked potato in front of me.

  The waiter comes walking by and I all but jump on him begging for a refill. I grab the glass and take a big sip letting out a breath after.

  “Aren’t you just a casanova?” I grin a little too wickedly for my own good. I’m asking for it and I hope he gives it to me. Please let him give it to me.

  “Sweetheart, you have no idea.” The smile he just gave me made my heart plummet and I’m struggling to catch my breath. His eyes are sparkling in the sexiest way and I’m done for. “Hope, I know we don’t know anything about each other but tonight has been great. Besides winning the title that night, I met you. Hell, I didn’t know winning a title could make me so happy. You aren’t like half of those other women; you didn’t want to talk to me because of who I am.”

  I’m speechless. There are no words that I can possibly say to that. A grin spreads across my face and I feel it turn a few shades of red. A few minutes later the waiter comes to hand us the check and I down the last few sips of wine before grabbing his hand and walking out into the warm Texas night.

  Before Wesley can open the door for me to climb into his truck, he growls pushing me up against the door crashing his lips to mine, I melt leaning into him completely losing myself. Right now, I want to see what Wesley’s made of.

  Chapter 10

  He pulls his lips away from mine a little too abrupt for my liking but flashes me a sexy grin as he helps me into the truck. My heart is racin
g, my breathing is erratic and I’m a bundle of nerves. He definitely has my permission to help me forget all about what’s his name.

  We drive for a few minutes before Wesley pulls up to the arena. This arena looks a little different than the one in Houston but as he drives down the small dirt road leading to the trailers, it looks familiar. I immediately spot Bandit as Wesley parks and I don’t wait for him, I just jump out and approach the trailer. It’s funny, last week I was terrified to approach this animal. I talk to Bandit stroking his mane like it’s something I am used to doing.

  Wesley comes up behind me whispering in my ear, “You really have adjusted to Bandit.”

  “I guess I have a soft spot for him.” I shrug my shoulders chuckling. He leans in kissing my ear and the chills come back. I can feel my nipples firm and I know my body is about to be in trouble.

  “I have a birthday present for you.”

  “You do?” I ask bringing my hand back to stroke Bandit’s soft mane.

  He produces a small Tiffany’s box from inside Bandit’s trailer. I gasp as he opens it revealing a white gold chain with a heart pendant on it. “Wesley, you didn’t have to get me anything like this.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “I love it. It’s too much though, I can’t accept this.” I just met him last week and this necklace had to cost a pretty penny judging by the Tiffany’s box. I’ve never been given anything so beautiful in my life.

  “Hope, please accept it. It seemed perfect for you when I saw it. I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m immensely drawn to you.”

  My heart is pounding so loud, I can hear it in my ears. He takes the necklace and brushes my hair out of his way so he can place it around my neck. The cool metal tingles against my skin causing goosebumps to stand firmly. I want to cry but I don’t, I’m too happy for my own good right now.

  “You ready for your next gift?” he asks wearing a grin. I cock my eyebrow up thinking he can’t be serious.

  “There can’t be more Wesley; this is more than enough.”

  “No way, come on.” He grabs my hand leading me back to the truck. I’m overwhelmed right now but in a good way. All of this feels like a dream but I’m so very glad it’s real.

  I can’t believe how much he is spoiling me, I’m absolutely smitten. The drive back to the hotel is a whirlwind as I try to control my body and think about what the hell else he has done for me. The hotel room is freezing when we walk in. He pulls me into his arms instantly warming me. The way his arms fit around me is too perfect. He grabs my hand leading me out the back door where I find a hot tub. Our own hot tub and I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I frown, thinking about how I’m not even going to get to enjoy this. There’s little candles placed all around it, a bottle of Chardonnay and a wine glass. A completely romantic gesture and it’s going to go to waste.

  “What’s wrong Hope?” he asks looking a little worried.

  “I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I’m so sorry, this looks absolutely amazing. Thank you, really, for everything tonight.”

  “Do you have a bra and panties? Same thing, right?” His smile is sending me over the edge and for once I’m not afraid to fall.

  “Let me get out this dress,” I stammer out, turning to walk back into the hotel room. This is it. We are going to have sex. I’m feeling braver than I’ve ever felt in my life. He’s still someone I barely know, but I’m willing to let my guard down. Why? I’m not sure to be exact. Everything about him sets my world on fire and it’s time to start living my life. I’m going to give myself to this cowboy and pray he doesn’t tear my world apart. How could he though? He’s been nothing but the perfect gentleman.

  I slide the maxi dress off my shoulders and slowly step out of it. I’m wearing my black lacy bra and panties under it. Instantly, I feel my nipple harden under the bra and I’m hoping it stops before I get outside. I need to control this. I walk out the back door finding all the candles lit setting the mood for a romantic night in. His eyes meet mine and he lets out an approving whistle. I slowly step into the hot tub letting the warm water flow over my body. I purposely sit away from him to make him chase me after he hands me the glass of wine. I sip it, adding to the buzz I already have. And he chases me. Before I can bat an eyelash, he’s in front of me completely getting ready to own me.

  “Wesley,” I moan as he crushes his mouth against mine taking me in. His hands move under the water and find themselves on my stomach. I ache for him, I want to feel him. My hands run across his stomach then around to his back, pulling him in closer needing to close that space in. His mouth leaves mine panting for more; he leans down to my breast and teases my nipple through the fabric sending my body into a frenzy again. My back arches in delight wishing he would just remove the damn thing, I want to feel his mouth on my bare breast more than my next breath. His other hand moves down to fumble with the waist of my panties bringing me closer to the point of ecstasy, where I long to be. Wesley reaches behind my back removing the bra and I all but squeal in delight as he begins to knead my breast before pulling it into his mouth. I can barely get his name out my mouth as he switches to the other breast. His hand dips slightly below my waistband as he stops and looks up asking for permission. The look of desire in my eyes tell him all he needs to know. In a matter of seconds his thumb is on my clit and I’m in a whole new world.

  “Wesley…” I pant trying to catch my breath as he continues to keep me on my high.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispers before taking my tongue against his.

  “I want you too,” And I do, so bad. My brain is still feeling fuzzy but no way in hell can I deny what I’m feeling right now for him.

  “But not out here.” His eyes are hooded. I’m lost but it’s the lost I don’t mind being.

  He leads me into the room laying me on the first bed he can get to. “I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you Hope,” he murmurs sliding his shorts off exposing his long cock. I gasp as I take him all in. He has the kind of abs you see in the magazines and if I weren’t looking at them face to face, I’d swear they were fake. He has to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “Show me how you want me,” I dare him and immediately his head disappears between my legs. He’s licking and sucking everything that sends me straight to heaven. Oh my God, if I die right now at least I’ll die a happy woman. Clearly Wesley knows exactly what he’s doing and I am more than happy to submit to him. When I come, I come hard, my body convulsing around the two fingers he has in me. I’m panting, wanting more. I want to feel all of him.

  He reaches down for his wallet grabbing a condom. I watch him intently before I tell him, “I’m on the pill.”

  “Shit, I should have asked. I’m sorry. Do you want me to still wear this?” He holds the condom up in question.

  I shake my head yes. I’d rather be safe than sorry. Brad hardly wore a condom because of the pill but I can’t take that risk with Wesley. He slides the condom on before locking eyes with me. “Are you sure Hope? We don’t have to do this.”

  “I want this.” I convince myself. He steadies himself as he slowly enters me. He’s big, bigger than Brad and I have to slowly breathe as I adjust around him.

  “Are you ok, Hope?” He asks carefully.

  “Perfect, just be gentle at first.” I wince at the thought of him pounding relentlessly into me.

  “Of course sweetheart.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips before beginning to move in and out. He keeps his word being gentle until I reach around his back and pull him into me.

  His eyes ask before he continues but I’m sure I need to feel this, my body is on the verge of letting go again. With each thrust, I feel it build. He can feel it too and he must be awfully close.

  I kiss him fiercely as he collapses on me. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Everything Wesley does continues to shock me more and more. He doesn’t jump up and run to the bathroom leaving me alone on the bed. He lies right beside me stroking my hai
r and kissing me. I plunge head first off this cliff and as happy as I am right now; I’m so terrified I’ll never be able to climb out of this. My mind is racing toward a certain someone I’m supposed to be forgetting about. Yes, I was hurt immensely when I found him in the position I did but I never cried. If I loved him that much, I should have cried my heart out. If I didn’t cry, did it really break my heart? Maybe not, we’d been so different for so long and finally I’ve met someone who just may be able to make my heart soar.

  “I’m scared Wesley,” I admit out loud to him.

  He stops stroking my hair to look me in the eyes. “Of what sweetheart?”

  Deep breath, here it goes. “What are we? What are we going to be and how is this going to really work? You said you were scared of your feelings, well I’m scared of mine.”