Intoxicated

by Scarlett Avery

  "Okay, then." She concedes. The worry in her voice is audible.

  "Don't say it like that, sweetie. I'm not going to lie. There will be a period of adjustment—we all had to go through it. That said, once, you get it, riding is the most freeing thing you can do."

  "I trust you." She says and tightens her arms around my chest.

  "I've never steer you wrong. I want you to be as independent as possible when you move out here. It’s the only way you'll only enjoy life on a ranch."

  "I understand." She’s still not jumping up and down for joy, but her tone leaves me a little bit more optimistic.

  As we continue to ride, I realize that if we keep galloping at this easy pace, there's so much I won't have time to show her before sun set. I know she's here for a few more days, but I want to dazzle her. "Do you want to see more amazing scenery?" I ask.

  "I can barely handle what you've shown me so far, but yes, bring it on."

  "Good. Hold on tight, sweetie. We're going to go a lot faster than we are now," I warn before applying a gentle inward pressure with my feet to cue Ginger to go forward and increase her speed. Soon, she's running like the wind. After a several miles, we reach our destination. With my legs still pressed to her sides, I give her firm tug on her reins. Ginger obeys and slows down. She's going to be a great horse for Miranda. “This is the place I wanted to show you." I announce pointing in front of me.

  “Wow. This is breathtaking. I can’t believe you live out here." Miranda marvels.

  "And soon so will you too."

  From where I’m sitting, I may not be able to see her, but I feel her smile against my back.

  “I've always thought that Savannah was the most beautiful place on the planet Earth. I guess I know now that my home state has a little competition." She giggles.

  “Do you understand why I wanted to come back here?"

  “I can't blame you. LA is great place to live for a while, but I can see myself living out here for a long time." That’s music to my ears.

  “I don't expect you to love this place overnight, but I'm glad you’re enjoying it so far.”

  "I am." She cheers. "Bye-bye Los Angeles smog. Hello Fort Collins’ endless fresh air."

  "You've got that right. Out here it’s all open sky, land that stretches out for acres, majestic mountains and as much greenery as the eye can see."

  “And flowers. They’re everywhere.” She exclaims.

  “Yeah, I call this place Mother Nature's canvas.”

  “That it is. Hmmm...”

  “What?”

  “As part of our agreement, do you think I can negotiate a little more land to plant flowers?” Her question takes me by surprise. Unable to help myself, I roar laughing.

  "We have a few fields on the property that are blanketed with flowers. I didn't take you there today, but we can definitely go tomorrow. That said, if you feel you have a green thumb, knock yourself out. I love flowers, but gardening is another one of my shortcomings. If I plant anything, inevitably it dies because I forget to take care of it.”

  "That's because you’re Hunter Evans, a.k.a. the super busy, super successful and super hot rancher. You have other things on your plate."

  “You’re hilarious, Miranda."

  "I doubt I'll ever be as busy you."

  "I beg to differ. You say that because you don't know what life on a ranch entails. Trust me, you'll be as busy as Jake, Allison and I in no time." I haven't told her of some of the things I've been working on for her arrival. I don't want to reveal them just yet. There are still a few of them that I have to line up. Everything is to be ready by the time she gets here. I can't wait to see her reaction. "I'm so glad to spend the next few days with you, sweetie."

  "So am I, baby. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

  “You belong here,” I reiterate firmly.

  “Yup, right by your side.” She whispers before dropping a kiss against my back. I squeeze the hands she has wrapped around my chest. God, do I ever love her.

  I look at my watch and realize we've got a good distance to ride before we get back to the ranch. “Time’s up.” I announce.

  “Oh no. All ready?” She’s really enjoying this.

  “I’m afraid so. Unfortunately, we won’t have time to ride along the Cache la Poudre River. I’ll take you there tomorrow. I’m warning you now, it’s an amazing sight.”

  “Is it that far from here?” She asks.

  “It is, sweetie. We need to cut our little excursion short if we want to make it back in time for dinner. I have a feeling Isadora and Allison have been cooking up a storm.”

  "In that case, giddy-up, Ginger. My cowboy and I need to get back home." Miranda's remark is priceless.

  God I'm going to love having her around.

  * * *

  Miranda and I walk hand in hand back to my place after a lively evening at Jake and Allison's place. Isadora retreated to her house a few hours ago. It was a really long day for her and since she's determined to come back first thing in the morning and occupy Riley’s place to cook up more food for me, she needed her beauty rest. After kissing her good night, we each had a second serving of dessert and kept the night going. The conversation was way too animated to put an end to a good thing. Well, that holds true until Jake and I polish off our third glass of whiskey. The girls have been enjoying two Brazilian coffees while we’ve been sipping on something much stronger. At some point in the evening, things got really mellow. Jake and Allison were cuddled up all lovey dovey on one of the oversized chairs in his living room. Miranda and I were sitting on a couch across from them. To be more accurate, I was the one sitting while Miranda’s head was resting against my lap. She was sprawled across the couch like the queen she is almost purring as I caressed her silky hair. After they exchanged a passionate kiss, Jake waggled his eyebrows at me. He was very deliberate about it. I knew it was his way of letting me know he needed some alone time with his girlfriend. It also meant that it was time for me to take care of mine.

  After letting Miranda in, I kick the door close behind me, drop my keys on the wooden table near the entrance and turn on the lights. Happy to finally be getting comfortable, I take off my boots. Miranda follows my cue and does the same. I grab her hand and take a few steps forward towards the living room. Miranda trails right behind me.

  “What a magical day and a perfect night.” I stop and turn around to face her. “Isadora is an incredible cook. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s full of home cooked goodness.” She cheers.

  “Yeah, Isadora knows Jake and I can't resist her cooking.”

  "This is my first time her tasting her cooking since I never had a chance in LA. I still can't believe we’re from the same home state. As much as my grandmother can cook up a storm and dazzle you with some of the hardiest Italian meals you'll eat on this side of the Atlantic, Isadora does soul food like no one else."

  "I totally agree. She lived for many years in Dallas, I love how she combines Texan food with soul food. And now that she's been traveling back and forth to LA, she's adding another layer to her cooking. She just never stops experiment and coming up with new recipes that leave us begging."

  "Everything Allison prepared was equally delicious." Miranda points out.

  "You're right. Jake's girlfriend is also a force in the kitchen. It goes without saying that neither Allison nor Isadora have anything on my own little sex bomb who happens to be a goddess in the kitchen,” I wink. “In my book—granted, I might be a little partial—your cooking is pretty phenomenal. Let's not forget, you've impressed Shane more than once." I lean down and drop a tender kiss on her lips.

  “Well, thank you sir." She says before returning my kiss.

  I was expecting a delicious meal, but Allison and Isadora knocked my socks off. Isadora prepared her extraordinary chicken-fried steak. I absolutely savored every bite of that simple, but delicious iconic Southern dish. She served it with all the classic fixings—green beans, garlic mashed potatoes, and plenty of gra
vy. Allison took care of the appetizer and dessert. She aced the opening of the meal with her fried green tomatoes, Tex-Mex deviled eggs and sweet and sour cocktail meatballs. Her rich and moist chocolate-peanut butter mousse cake nearly sent me over the edge. She’s been upping her game when it comes to dessert and boy, did she ever knock it out of the park.

  Miranda breaks our embrace by taking a step back. “As delicious as the food was and as delightful as the company was, it wasn’t enough to distract me from my aching butt.” She contorts her face. “My ass was killing me when I got off that horse, but after sitting down for so long over dinner, it’s really hurting like hell now—that’s why I had to lie down at the end. I thought sitting on your expensive British motorcycle left me sore, this is a far cry from our ride to Malibu.” She scrunches her nose rubbing her round ass.

  “I have a remedy for that.” I chuckle.

  “I bet you do. Get your mind out of the gutter, mister.”

  “Taking your ass here in Fort Collins will be way more pleasurable than LA.” I lift an eyebrow suggestively.

  “Pfff. Keep dreaming.”

  “Oh trust me, I do. Every. Single. Night.” We both laugh. I close the gap between us. “It’s just you and me, sweetie.”

  “I thought you were having a fun time at Jake’s place.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, I love Isa, Jake and Allison, but it’s just the two of us again—like it’s been in LA. You’ll soon find out with all the busyness that comes with living on a ranch, how precious these moments behind closed doors are.”

  “Oh. There so much for me to learn.”

  “There's plenty of time for that." We grin at each other. “I can’t wait to get you upstairs so I can make up for sleeping alone last night. I’m warning you now, I intend on keeping you locked up for the next two days that you’re here before I’m forced to let you go.”

  “So the tour today was my only taste of freedom?”

  “Pretty much," I smile. "I thought I was going to have to live the whole week without your pussy, but Jake saved me from that torture. I’ll have to thank him first thing tomorrow morning.” She rewards my cocky remark by swatting my arm.

  “You’re so bad.”

  “Yeah, but you love me like that.”

  She smiles up at me her eyes twinkling. “I do. It’s ridiculous how much I love you.”

  “Ditto, sweetie. Seriously, I couldn’t have asked for more than having you here with me.”

  “Jake made me the happiest woman in the world when he called me to share his idea.”

  “You played me, Miranda Olivia Reddick."

  "Huh oh, you're using my full name. I guess I'm in real trouble now."

  "You better believe it," I scoff. "You never let on that you knew.”

  “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but the look on your face when you saw me earlier was worth it. Even though I knew I was going to see you today it was still heart wrenching to leave you yesterday. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you again.”

  “It’s only a few days, but we’ll make it count and I promise to let you outside for a few minutes each day so your legs don’t cramp up from behind tangled around my waist with all the fucking I intend on subjecting you to.” I chuckle.

  “Don’t I get a say in this?”

  “Hmmm, let’s see.” I lift my eyes to the ceiling and shift them from left to right pretending to ponder on her question. “Nope.” She gently hits my chest with the palm of her hand. Instead of answering, I bend at the knees and pick her up.

  “Oh my God, you beast of burden. Put me down.” She objects feebly. I ignore her plead and take a long step forward. “Where are you taking me?”

  I stop in my tracks. “Our bedroom.” Two words that unlock the door to our future.

  “Oh.” She exhales. A few short seconds go by without either of us saying a thing. “No, seriously, put me down, Hunter. You can’t say stuff like that without looking at me in the eyes.” Her tone is firm. I drop her back on her feet as if she were a delicate piece of jewelry. “Our bedroom?” she asks blinking up at me.

  “Of course, sweetie.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening.” She baffles.

  “Believe it.” I lean down and gently kiss her forehead. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever lived with and the only one I want in our bed upstairs.”

  Her cheeks flame up at my confession. “Hunter, you keep saying these things.” She shakes her head. “I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to them.”

  “You should. I've done a lousy job at hiding how I feel about you so it shouldn't come as a surprise." She blushes furiously again. I grin from ear to ear. "Now that we've established it’s our bedroom, can I take you into my arms, climb those stairs two-by-two, drop your sexy body on our bed and ravish you inch-by-inch until the roosters crow at dawn?"

  "You had to sweeten the pot with the roosters?”

  "Is that a yes?" I waggle my eyebrows.

  “Take me upstairs, you sexy cowboy.” She points her index finger to the ceiling. Our eyes shift to it in unison and we crack up.

  "Just so we're clear, you might not survive this." Without giving her a chance to answer, I bend my knees again, fling her over my shoulder and decidedly climb the stairs. She giggles and wiggles all the way up. I kick open my bedroom door and slap her butt before biting it. To taper her squeals, I massage the ass I'll soon claim as mine a few times before dropping her down to her feet. Lucky for us, the moon is so high in the sky, I don’t even have to turn on the lights. Suddenly, it hits me that for our first time together in our home, I don't even have the littlest of fanfares to greet her and show her how excited I am. “Had I known you were coming, I would've had something special prepared for you. At least, I would've gotten you a huge bouquet of flowers." My tone is apologetic.

  "Are you kidding me? You’re the best at giving amazing gifts and I appreciate all the attention you shower me with, but you're enough. Everything is perfect just the way it is." She reaches out for me, I grab hold of her hand and pull her towards me embracing her.

  "Do you know how lucky I am?" I ask gazing at her loving eyes.

  "Not nearly as lucky as I am.” The words barely leave her mouth that she's fiddling with the button of my shirt.

  "You’re in a rush?" A cocky grin stretches from my lips. When she reaches the last button, I remove the shirt as if it were on fire. I haven’t fucked her since Saturday. That's way too long.

  "For you? Always." She focuses her attention on removing my belt. "I want you to fuck me into oblivion until I forget my own name. Do you think you can handle that, Mr. Evans?" Well hell.

  "You’ve barely landed in Fort Collins and already you're laying down the law?" She answers with a one-shoulder shrug. I can't help but smile. "Anything else on your list?"

  "That's just for round one.” She worries with the button and then the zipper of my jeans. “There's a whole lot more work for you, mister... if you intend on keeping me up until dawn."

  My cock is definitely on alert. "Lucky for you I'm not afraid of a little work." She opens my jeans and slides them down to my ankles. Without her asking, I step out of them. She tosses them to the side before quickly returning her attention to my hardening bulge.

  "It still seems like you're wearing too many clothes for my liking." I don't even have time to respond that she’s already ripping my boxer briefs off of my body. Damn.

  I extend my hand at her forcing her back to her feet. I pull her towards me and press my naked cock against her stomach. "This will be so deep inside you in the next few minutes it's not only your name you’re likely to forget. You won't even know which city you're in anymore," I warn.

  “It’s been forty-eight hours and it seems like a lifetime since you’ve filled me up with your ten-inch cock.” She grins up at me. Damn.

  "Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get all of me.” I grin back. “Speaking of wearing too much clothing..." I say playing with the thin strap of her
dress.

  “You want me naked, cowboy?”

  “Is that even a question, woman?”

  Slap.

  “Ouch.”

  "Good. Now we’re on the same page." We both laugh. I extended our horseback ride a little too much. As a result, there was no time for a shower fuck before dinner. Isadora is a stickler when it comes to being seated at the table on time. Miranda took my breath away when she came out of the bathroom wearing a cute red dress. The frill at the bodice only makes her tits that much more inviting. She says she picked it up at a store in LA near Michelle’s shop the day after Jake called her to enlist her as his accomplice. The way she pairs the dress with a wide brown belt that matches the cowgirl boots I got her makes it sexy as hell. “I want to enjoy every curve on your sinful body. So yeah, the clothing is in the way.” I turn her around so her back is facing my chest. I brush her heavy long hair down the front of her shoulders. God, she’s beautiful. Slowly, I unzip her dress and allow it to pool sensually at her feet. She steps out of it and toes it across the room. My breath hitches when I take sight of her. Fuck, she had to go there? As much as I’m in a hurry to free her tits from their confinement for my own pleasure, I also want to enjoy her. I lower my head and shower the back of her neck with warm kisses. The second my mouth touches her skin, she takes a few steps forward like she's trying to get away from me.

  “Ahhh, baby.” She lets out.

  “Where are you going?” I ask amused.

  “The heat emanating from your lips is overpowering, Hunter. It's as if it's burning my skin." Mission accomplished.

  “Don't you dare move, I'm just getting started, sweetie." My words leave no room for confusion. I reach out and wrap my arms around her stomach before pulling her back to me. I pivot her so were face to face again. I drink her up from head to toe—from her bright purple painted toes to her lacy bra. “Hmmm, red on red underwear? Damn, you’re making it impossible to resist you.”

  “That’s part of my sneaky plan, honey." She giggles.

  "For the record, it's working. The way your heavy tits are trapped in this satin bustier, I want to rip the lingerie right off of your luscious body—with my teeth, may I add—and suck on your tits until you can’t take it anymore. Of course, that’s all before I fuck you like an animal.”