Mine Would Be You_A Bad Boy Rancher Love Story

by Ali Parker

  "Oh my God," she said, not sure what to do. Part of her wanted to push his head away, but when he kissed her again, the other part of her wanted to pull his head in and never let him go.

  He began licking and sucking again, his tongue probing into her until her knees were shaking. He held her up as he went down on her, his long, slow licks driving her wild. Then he found her clit and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming.

  He flicked her sensitive nub, over and over, her body aching for the deep penetration she knew he was capable of. That was it. She came hard, shaking so much that he had to lower her gently to the floor.

  "So hot, baby," he whispered into her ear.

  Christina realized then that he'd given her three orgasms and only had one himself. He was supposed to be teaching her things, so he could teach her how to reciprocate.

  "Take off your pants," she said softly, as he stiffened.

  "Chrissy, we don't have--"

  "Stop," she said, turning to face him. "You just took your time with me. I want to do the same for you."

  He stared into her eyes, and she saw uncertainty in his.

  "Please?" She gave him a shy smile.

  Jeremy stood and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. His underwear followed, and she finally got an up close with his manhood. She fixed her clothes and moved to her knees, licking at her lips as desire burned her insides.

  It was large, larger than she would have imagined. A glossy drop of pre-cum dripped down the front of his shaft and she leaned in, running her tongue through it. She gripped his thighs as he groaned and reached out to steady himself with a hand on a nearby wall.

  The look in his eyes as he stared down at her left her with one conclusion. He wanted this. Bad. It made her feel powerful.

  "Open up," he said, angling his cock toward her mouth, brushing it across her lips, teasing her with it.

  Christina wasn't sure exactly what to do, so she began as he did, pressing little kisses along the length of him. Growing braver, she began to lick, her long, slow strokes mirroring his own.

  "Oh, damn," he moaned. "You're gonna drive me crazy like that."

  She looked up at him as he twitched in her hand.

  "Suck it gently," he said, nudging her softly.

  Christina opened to him and began to suck, realizing that she enjoyed it. A lot. She licked at new bead of wetness siting on the tip and was rewarded with a groan, followed by another little drop.

  Christina sucked, taking him deeper, wanting to please him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth and it made her want more. Always more with him.

  "Hang on," he said, pulling away.

  Christina frowned in disappointment. “What?”

  Jeremy chuckled, going down to his knees beside her, then laying down on his back.

  "You can have your toy back," he said, then reached up to pull her hips towards him. "I want to taste you while you taste me."

  She realized what he meant and moved her legs so that he could have access to her. Then she resumed her exploration of his body, her face lined up perfectly with his cock.

  Christina jerked as he slid a finger deep inside of her as she hovered over the top of him. The warm, naughty sensation was so damn good that it forced her to suck harder. She was desperate to give him the same intense pleasure he was giving her.

  His mouth soon found his way to her and it became a race to the climax. His moans increased, but hers kept pace. They became frenzied, Christina using her hands and mouth while he licked her clit and probed her deeply with his fingers.

  Finally, she could take it no more. Her climax came over her like a tidal wave and she cried out. She went limp for a moment, then realized he was still throbbing under her. Christina sucked him in deep, and ran her nails over his sack, gripping the extra skin and pulling a little.

  "Hell, yes," he groaned. "I'm going to come," he said, pulling himself out of her mouth. A few more strokes, and his climax hit, his manhood jerking while jets of semen shot it over his stomach and chest.

  "Holy shit," he said, when he'd caught his breath. "I can't believe you made me explode like that, and on your first try. What the hell, woman?"

  Christina beamed, leaning back in the hay. “Guess I was made for you.”

  “I’d say so.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, his tone a little too deflated for the experience they’d just shared.

  Was he thinking about leaving? About life without her in the future? How could he not be?

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Late that night, Jeremy crawled into her bed and nuzzled at her neck. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, beginning to kiss and lick at her until they wound up tangling tongues for a half hour.

  Then he made love to her, slowly, gently, so tenderly that she had to blink away the tears. Afterward, when he held her in his arms, she could tell that something had changed.

  "I'm leaving tomorrow," he said after a while.

  Christina sat up in bed. "Tomorrow?"

  He nodded. "Yeah. I didn't want to tell you before and ruin the spell."

  A spell, that's all this is, she reminded herself. A stupid summer fling that's over when it begins.

  "Football camp starts next week. I've got to be there."

  Christina sat in silence, not knowing what to say.

  "Come with me," he said suddenly.

  "What?" Was he serious? He couldn't be. Summer flings didn't include football camp.

  "Come with me. Come to school with me. You don't have to run off to Austin. You can study at Texas State with me."

  Christina frowned. She had a full ride to UT Austin, the best state school in Texas. Her classes were all mapped out, her future clear.

  That future didn't include a handsome running back who wanted to move back to the country.

  "I can't," she said softly. "I'm going to Austin."

  Jeremy frowned. "I know. You’ve got too much smarts to hang around here. Still, it was a beautiful dream."

  "We can still talk," she said, "still see each other. We'll only be an hour or so apart."

  Jeremy nodded but his eyes looked away. "Yeah, I suppose," he said, then shook his head. "That shit never works. You're gonna go to school and some nerd is gonna put the moves on you and that's the last I'll ever hear from you."

  Christina laughed. "Look who's talking. Some chick at a frat party is gonna wink at you and you won't ever remember my name."

  Jeremy scowled. He was more upset than she could have predicted. "I'm not like that."

  Christina frowned. "I know. Look, we knew what this was when we started. Let's not ruin it now. Just hold me, while you still can."

  Jeremy held her tight, not letting her go until the sun was almost up. Then he snuck back to his own bed where he lay awake until it was time to get up and shower.

  She knew that because she was awake too.

  Despite her bravado during their conversation, she was just as shattered as he was. Being with Jeremy had been her dream since she was twelve years old. But a pre-teen fantasy could never work in real life, right?

  Wasn't it safer to stay the course, embrace her scholarship and college life, and leave childhood dreams in the dust of her past?

  Christina got up and shuffled into the kitchen, finding her mother at the stove cooking bacon.

  Her mother had graduated high school, the only class she'd gotten an A in being Home Ec. Still, her advice had always been sound, and Christina trusted her more than anyone else in the world.

  "Mom," she said, taking a deep breath. "What would you say to me going to school down the road at Texas State?"

  Her mother laughed. "It's too early to be playing jokes on me, girl."

  "I'm serious," Christina said, taking a piece of bacon off the plate and popping it into her mouth. "What if I stuck around, studied agriculture? Who's gonna take over the farm when you and dad want to retire? If I'm a doctor, I won't have time for baling hay. But I could study many of the same subjects a
t Texas State, and just apply them differently."

  Her mother looked at her, her brown eyes concerned. "Honey, I'm always gonna support you, no matter what your decision is. But you have to be sure you really want this. Your father and I don't want you to feel as if you need to stay home to live out some legacy. You have to do what makes you happy."

  Christina came up behind her mother and hugged her. "Thanks, Mom. I think my mind's made up, but don't tell anyone just yet, okay?"

  "No problem, sugar. Now go get your cousins up. Breakfast is ready."

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Jeremy's attitude could at best be described as cranky, at worst downright mean. "He makes a hornet look cuddly," Willy remarked. Christina managed to avoid him for the majority of the day, his behavior reminding her of the callous boy who'd called her 'Pissy Chrissy."

  Look who's pissy now.

  Christina watched from the window as he started to take his things out to his truck. She remembered that day, five years ago, when she'd chased him out into the fields, telling him that she wanted to show him something.

  He'd followed her around the back of the barn where she showed him the litter of kittens the barn cat had birthed a few days prior.

  "They're almost as cute as you," sixteen-year-old Jeremy had said with his charming smile.

  "I'm in love with you," she'd blurted out then. She'd just turned thirteen and was unacquainted with tact.

  He looked down at her and laughed, and her heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.

  Jeremy had ruffled her hair. "Look, Chrissy," he'd said, "you're a good kid and I'm sure you'll be quite a pretty girl someday, but I'm too old for you."

  He'd let her down gently, but it hadn't mattered. Her life had been ruined.

  She watched him throw his duffle bag into the back of his truck and wondered if she could go through that pain again. But now, it would be a thousand times worse. She'd seen what it would be like to be his girl in truth. How could she give that up?

  But if she stayed, would she be living up to her potential? Or would she be sacrificing her future for a dream?

  Christina headed out onto the porch, the slam of the screen door making him turn his head to look at her.

  So handsome, she thought for the billionth time as she took in his profile and his muscled physique. Stepping out onto the dirt drive, she headed over to his old pickup.

  "You got everything?" she asked, not sure what else to say.

  "No. I'm missing one thing."

  "What?"

  "You."

  Christina blushed at his words. Jeremy pulled her into his arms and she surrendered, leaning against him for strength.

  "I wish like hell you'd reconsider coming to school with me." He rubbed his nose up her neck and placed a kiss against her jaw. "I want you to be my girl. I need to feel your body against mine. Can't you understand?"

  She pressed her lips against his, a sweet kiss, a soft goodbye, but he deepened the kiss until she could taste his desperation.

  He pulled away, leaving her blood boiling. "I love you Chrissy. I want you to love me too."

  Christina was stunned. He loves me? Me?

  "I do," she said after a moment, shock making her unsure of her actions. She gave him another kiss, then backed up. "Stay in touch?"

  He frowned, but gave her a nod. Climbing into his truck, he buckled up and started it.

  "Goodbye, Chrissy," he said, then backed out of the driveway and headed off onto the main road.

  "Goodbye," she whispered.

  He loves me. Does this change things?

  She wasn't certain, but she was sure as hell gonna figure it out.

  EPILOGUE

  Two weeks later, and Christina was off the farm at last. After filling up on breakfast tacos at Mima's Kitchen, they'd made the drive into San Marcos. And here she was, her parents flanking her on either side, sitting in the stands of the Texas State practice field.

  Her eyes were glued to the field, and number 17 in particular. Damn, but those tight maroon pants make his butt look hot. He caught every ball thrown to him, running like the wind down the field.

  She could tell the other players respected him. They patted him on the back or locked helmets with him. Christina wondered for a moment whether she should be jealous at all the slaps on his ass.

  The coach blew a whistle and the men started heading towards the sidelines. Number 17 grabbed a bottle of water and sprayed it in his mouth, his eyes scanning the field.

  He froze, his blue eyes locking on hers. Then he started heading towards the stands with steadfast determination.

  "Christina White, you get your fine behind down here," he yelled up at the stands.

  Her father turned to her, his eyes wide with surprise, but her mother gave her a little shove on the shoulders. Christina made her way to the bottom of the bleachers and stood beside him.

  Jeremy took off his helmet and dropped it, then immediately pulled her close and kissed her hard. She melted into him, realizing what she'd been missing for the two longest weeks of her life.

  He nuzzled her neck, growling at her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

  "I've decided to join you, if you'll still have me."

  He stared at her, his blue eyes confused. "You're coming to Texas State."

  Christina nodded. "I'm going to study agricultural science."

  Jeremy let out a loud whoop and picked her up, spinning her in a circle. He stopped, setting her down but not letting her go. "Why the change of heart?"

  Christina shrugged. "I decided that I belonged on the farm. That it made me happy, and that I didn't have to run off to the big city to prove myself. I would be more fulfilled staying here, taking over the farm and raising a family of my own."

  "Is that the only reason?" he asked, rubbing his nose against hers.

  "Well, that and the fact that I love you."

  Jeremy smiled, cupping her cheeks in his hands and giving her a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you too, Chrissy. Ever since you were that gangly thirteen year old who professed her undying love for me. I knew you were too young, but in the back of my mind I always wondered how you'd turn out. And whether you'd still want me when you were old enough to know better."

  "I'm old enough now," she said, "but I can't say I know any better."

  Jeremy chuckled, then suddenly swept her up into his arms and started walking.

  "Where are we going?" she asked as he carried her along.

  "To my truck. Then to my house for a shower. You're in luck. I need someone to wash my back."

  He set her down in his truck, then walked around to climb in the other door beside her.

  She leaned over him, rubbing her hand against his arousal, already hardening in his tight football pants.

  "Are you accepting volunteers?" she asked, her voice dripping innocence.

  Jeremy growled, pulling her to him for another scorching kiss. Then he settled her back in the seat, snapping the seatbelt into place.

  "I think I'll take the long way home," he said, settling her hand back into his lap. "Now that we have all the time in the world."

  The End

  Always on my Mind

  The Dawson Brothers #1

  by

  Ali Parker

  Chapter 1

  David

  "Do you think you could kick up just a little bit more dirt? That would be awesome."

  I turned my head to cough into my elbow, hoping that my flannel sleeve would work as a filter and keep some of the dry dust that rose around me like a cloud out of my lungs. My brother tugged his horse around to face me and laughed.

  "You sure have gotten delicate. You can't even breathe in a little bit of field dirt without having a fit over it."

  "I'm not delicate," I protested. "It's just that they're expecting me up at the bar tonight."

  "Oh, yeah," Ted said, pulling at the horse's reins to keep her steady. She didn't seem to be enjoying the cloud of dirt any more than I was. "I forgot t
hat you're famous now. What is it that you sing up there anyway?"

  I pressed my hat back down onto my head and glared at him.

  "It's not like you'd know. You've never been up there to hear me. None of you have."

  I grabbed a bale of hay from the flatbed trailer hitched on the back of my horse and tossed it over the fence into the field for the herd. The bitterness tried to make its way into my mind no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I had been singing at Kinsey's for more than a year and not once had either of my parents or any of my three younger brothers bothered to come up and listen to me. Sometimes I wondered if they even realized that I was still doing it.

  We made our way through the rest of the fields until all of the herd had been fed, and then we headed back to the house. The sun was starting its slow slide toward the other side of the sky, which meant that I didn't have much time to eat my supper and get washed up before it was time to head to the bar. For all of his faults, and he certainly had plenty of them, the bar owner, Kinsey, had promptness down pat. If he said that he wanted me to start singing at eight o'clock, I better be up on that stage with my guitar on my lap and my mouth open ready for that first note to come out at 7:59.

  I crossed through the kitchen on my way up to my bedroom. My mother winced as my boots shook dirt out onto the floor. She gave a sigh that shook the hearts of every Southern woman throughout history and turned back to the pot bubbling away on the stove, stirring with her old wooden spoon, and staring into the chili as if the swirling of the beans and beef through the thick red sauce gave her solace from the dirt-ridden sins of her eldest son.

  "Don't worry, Mama, I'm going to go take a shower before supper," I said, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

  "Are you going to take my linoleum along with you?" she asked.

  "I would if my shower was bigger than a matchbox."

  "Your shower is plenty big. There are many young men your age who don't have showers of their own."