The Cowboy and the Girl in the Hot Pink Chaps

by Maggie Carpenter

  “I wanted to give you a head’s up,” he replied, and turning around he pushed open the doors.

  “Good Lord!” she exclaimed moving inside.

  At one end of the expansive room a grouping of furniture faced a floor to ceiling, natural rock fireplace. French doors led out to an expansive patio with a spectacular view of the lake. Bronzes of horses sat in bookcases with other nicknacks, oil paintings of westerns scenes hung on the walls, and thick fluffy rugs were placed strategically on the dark, hardwood floor. As she took it all in, her eyes came to rest on the king-sized brass bed.

  “So?” he asked, wondering why it was suddenly so important that she like what he’d done.

  “I think this is the most beautiful bedroom I’ve ever seen in my life,” she breathed, wandering across to the bed. “Brass, wow.”

  He moved behind her, and lifting her hair off her neck he laid his lips against her skin. She moaned softly, tilting her head to the side, inviting more. Sliding his hands to her shoulders, he slowly slid her cardigan down her arms and tossed it on the bed, then turning her around he held her face in his hands.

  “How hungry are you?” he murmured.

  “Not at all,” she sighed, “at least, not for food.”

  He locked her eyes, and creeping his hands to the back of her dress, he slid down the zipper.

  “Matt,” she purred, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

  “Me too,” he muttered, “and I never wanna wake up.”

  The dress fell from her body, puddling on the thick cream rug under her feet, and in a swift easy motion he lifted her up and laid her on the bed.

  “Damn, you are gorgeous,” he mumbled as he removed her black glossy heels. “I’ve just gotta look at you a minute.”

  With her long blonde hair splayed around her, and wearing only a black lace bra, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings, Matt thought she looked an erotic Goddess.

  Slowly peeling off his shirt, he sat on the edge of the mattress and began to softly massag her feet.

  “Ooh, that feels amazing,” she mumbled.

  For several minutes he rubbed and pressed, then standing back up he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and stripped down to his underwear.

  Gazing up at him, she soaked in the sight of his broad chest dotted with wiry chest hair, and the washboard stomach she knew he’d have.

  “Please,” she begged raising her arms in a plea to join her.

  “Try to stop me,” he growled, and laying on the bed he stretched out next to her and pulled her against him.

  “You sure about this?” he asked cupping her chin in his hand.

  “Totally sure,” she replied, “except…”

  “Except?”

  “I forgot my toothbrush,” she grinned.

  “Not a problem,” he grinned back. “When I stopped to pick up those flowers, I bought one just in case.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  He held her for a while, refusing to rush, wanting to relish the feel of her in his arms.

  “This first time is important,” he whispered. “It only happens once.”

  As his romantic words washed over her she sank into him, almost afraid to believe the moment was happening.

  “You’re right,” she breathed, and I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I saw you walk out of that cafe.

  His hand traveled down her back, and she closed her eyes, taking a quick breath as his touch moved over her bottom, and his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties.

  “Gorgeous ass,” he mumbled.

  Pushing her gently on to her back, he sat up, whisked them down her legs, then whispered his fingers over her pussy. She squirmed, asking for more, but leaving her wanting, he trailed his fingertips up her stomach to her breasts, and gazing at her bra he saw it clipped in the center.

  “Isn’t this convenient?” he smiled as he nimbly popped the snap.

  Moving the cups aside, he softly fondled, then lowered his lips to her enjoy her nipples.

  Dusty was floating on a cloud of heavenly sensations. His touch sparked her, sent waves of longing between her legs, yet it calmed and soothed her, and being with him was just as divine as she imagined it would be. He slipped her bra down her arms, then taking her hands, he slid them above her head.

  “Do you like to be controlled?” he whispered.

  Fluttering open her eyes she found him leaning over her, his brow slightly furrowed as his dark brown eyes searched hers.

  “I, uh, what do you mean?” she murmured.

  “I mean, in bed, do you like to be controlled?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it, I, uh, maybe,” she said as the idea sent a quiver down her spine.

  “No-one’s ever tied you, or blindfolded you?”

  “No.”

  The edges of his lips curled slightly, and he pressed his mouth against hers in a warm, fervent kiss. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but he was holding her wrists, refusing to let them move.

  “Oh, God, Matt,” she mumbled, “oh, I like it, I really like it.”

  Lowering his body, he let his weight sink on top of hers, and moved his lips to her ear.

  “I’m gonna tie your wrists with your bra, and you’re gonna keep them above your head, you understand me?”

  “Yes, yes,” she panted.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “You’re gonna behave, you’re gonna do what I tell you, right?”

  “Yes, yes, oh, my gosh, yes.”

  “Close your eyes and keep them that way.”

  She felt him rise up, and she lifted her back so he could pull the bra from under her, and as he wrapped it around her wrists she felt her thighs tense of their own accord. She’d squeezed her eyes shut and now wanted to open them, but his instruction to keep them closed, sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs.

  She felt him shift his body, and a moment later his tongue was lingering on her breasts, moving from nipple to nipple, sucking and nibbling. Sighing as she surrendered to the sublime attention, she moaned in disappointment as his mouth left her breasts, then gasped in anticipation as he traveled his lips down her stomach, moving ever closer to her soft bush. She held her breath, expecting him to drop his head between her legs.

  He made her wait.

  Pushing her knees apart, he began by kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, then gently sucking he journeyed up one leg, over her curly mound, and down the other.

  “Please,” she moaned, “please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please stop teasing me, please touch me.”

  “I am touching you.”

  “There, touch me there,” she whimpered, “please, you’re torturing me.”

  “There? Where is there?”

  “My pussy, my pussy,” she groaned.

  His thumbs gently separated her lips, and dabbing the tip of his tongue against her clit, he flicked it back and forth, eliciting a wail of pleasure.

  Dusty was adrift in a sea of sparks. His fingers, his lips, his tongue, sent tingles wherever they landed, and as he continued to devour her sex she could feel the promise of a powerful climax. She was wriggling against him, uttering sounds she didn’t know she could make, and when he slowly pulled away and rolled her on to her stomach, she prayed he would slid inside her and sweep her away.

  Matt stared at her ass. Pink blotches from his short spanking were dotted across her cheeks, but his instinct and his eye told him they hadn’t all been made by his hand. Clutching her hips he pulled her up, and smoothed his palm over her skin.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled, “and didn’t I promise you a spankin’?”

  “No,” she muttered.

  “Oh, Miss Dusty, now I have to add a couple more swats for lyin’.”

  “No, you don’t,” she protested.

  His response was a series of quick slaps on her right cheek.

  “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing,” she said quic
kly. “Nothing.”

  Repeating the rapid-fire smacks on the opposite side, he smiled as the delightful pink stain sprang up under his hand.

  “That looks better,” he announced, “and just a few more for bein’ sassy.”

  Spanking with an easy rhythm, intending to spark more than smart, he continued until her bottom was evenly painted, then stretched out alongside her, wiping the hair from the side of her face and kissing her cheek.

  “Hey, baby, look at me.”

  Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at him with glazed eyes.

  “How are you feelin’?”

  “Incredible,” she mumbled, “like I never want this to end.”

  “Oh, but you do,” he said kissing her ear. “You want it to end with fireworks, don’t you?”

  “Yes, that,” she managed.

  “I’m gonna roll you over and ride you home. You’ve gotta let me know when you’re close. You understand?”

  “Uh-huh, and please will you kiss me?”

  He moved her on to her back, and tracing his finger around her lips, he dropped his head down and began to slide his mouth back and forth, leisurely granting her wish. She moaned her happiness, but his kiss became ardent, and as his mouth demanded more she felt a hot flush fire through her being. As she thrust her tongue between his teeth, he made a deep, growling sound, and their kiss became a dance, their lips pressing, releasing, sliding and sucking, until he breathlessly pulled away.

  “Dusty,” he said huskily, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

  He felt her squirm in response, and reaching across to his nightstand he retrieved a condom, then kneeling up, he tore open the packet with his teeth.

  Watching him slide the thin rubber sheath over his cock, her eyes widened as she saw its girth. Feeling her gaze on him, he glanced down at her.

  “Don’t worry, I know how to make it all pleasure, darlin’.”

  Positioning himself between her legs he gripped her hips, pulled her into him, and placed himself against her hot wetness.

  “You ready?”

  “Uh-huh,” she managed.

  He moved slowly but forcefully, pushing a little further with each stroke.

  “Breathe, baby, breathe and surrender,” he purred sensing her apprehension. “Close your eyes and feel me.”

  The reassuring words echoed through her head, and as he slowly thrust, she felt herself relax and accept him.

  “There you go, that’s it,” he crooned, and holding her tightly he began to pump.

  All thought dissolved as his cock went to work, slowly pulling out, then plunging back in, making her gasp and groan and ache for more. He lifted her pelvis to better his angle, accelerating as he did, and her single cry became a continuous wail as he kept his promise and rode her forward. She could feel herself cresting, nearing the zenith.

  “You close?” he asked breathlessly.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she bleated, wishing her hands were free to clutch the rails of the brass headboard.

  He began again, unhurriedly returning to her depths, resting his cock for just a moment before the down stroke.

  “My whole body is tingling,” she whimpered, “please don’t stop, I’m begging you, please.”

  “Beggin’ is good,” he mumbled, and grasping her tightly he slowly withdrew, then propelled himself forward.

  Though Matt’s member had been aching to burst, he had managed to hold himself at bay, but knowing he wasn’t going to stop until they reached the pinnacle, his fever gripped him. Charging forward he rode her with lustful determination, and feeling release draw near he clenched his teeth.

  He slowed, milking the moment, feeling her pussy pulse against him, then suddenly, without warning her cries ceased, she arched her back, and she fell silent.

  Time stood still, then abruptly her convulsion took hold. She let out a deep, soulful moan. His groan met her wails as their shuddering joy consumed them, until drained and lightheaded, he collapsed next to her and immediately pulled her against him.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “I think I’m getting hungry,” she sighed, resurrecting herself from the post orgasmic bliss, “but I don’t want to leave this bed.”

  “Me too, on both counts,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”

  “Okay? No, not even close. I’m so far beyond okay I don’t even think there’s a word,” she said snuggling against him. “I’m not a leap into bed girl, but it felt right, and it was, man, it was!”

  “Yep, it was,” he agreed, “for sure,” then kissing her softly he added, “I do have one question though.”

  “What that?”

  “I don’t think I’m the only one who’s smacked your butt recently. You wanna tell me about that? I know it’s not really my business, but-”

  “It’s not what you think,” she said interrupting him.

  “I’m not thinkin’ a thing, not yet anyway.”

  “This is really embarrassing,” she mumbled dropping her eyes.

  “I’m listenin’.”

  “It was Patrick.”

  “Say what?” he said raising his eyebrows. “Patrick? Your trainer?”

  “He’d threatened me but I didn’t believe him. It was a first, and it was shocking.”

  “Why did he spank you?”

  “I, uh, did something kind of unethical at the show to another rider. It wasn’t cheating exactly, but I, uh, crossed the line. He wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything like that at the State finals or the nationals. I think it was a knee jerk reaction.”

  “Sounds like you were a bad girl,” he frowned. “Very bad.”

  “I guess. It’s just…she’s not a very good rider, but she has a ton of money and really expensive horses. It just ticks me off sometimes.”

  “Hmmm, sounds like that spankin’ was deserved,” he scolded. “You’ve gotta win fair and square, or it’s not a win at all.”

  “How can it be fair and square when girls like her have $100,000 horses, and girls like me have to worry about buying a new pair of boots?”

  “Who won yesterday? Do you think she sees it as fair that you have all the talent, and even though she has all daddy’s money she still can’t beat you?”

  “Huh, I never thought about it like that.”

  “Gettin’ back to Patrick, thanks for tellin’ me. I didn’t realize you two were so close that he felt he could do that.”

  “He took me under his wing at the barn when I was twelve years old. He kind of rescued me in a way. He’s been my best friend, and almost like a stand-in for my dad sometimes. Patrick and horses, that’s been my life. He really wants me to win, and he doesn’t want anything to get in the way.”

  “Sounds like he’s a good guy. Do you wanna be a trainer like him?”

  “No, definitely not,” she exclaimed. “All the crap he has to put up with, it’s unbelievable. I do want to have my own horse facility though, and do rehab, like I did for Licorice. The property where I found him has so much potential. It’s for sale, not that it matters.”

  “It is? How do you know?”

  “One of the girls at the barn lives nearby. I had to take her home a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, I’m sure I can find a job working at a rehab place somewhere until I can manage to do it myself. Why don’t you have a ranch?”

  “I’d love to have a ranch, but Silver Streak doesn’t give me the time. Runnin’ a ranch is a full-time job, as I’m sure you know. I’m up here at the lake so I can be near my folks. My dad’s not well, and my mom needs me nearby, but I’d really love rollin’ outta bed and seein’ my horse like you do.”

  “So, you buy a ranch around here, and I’ll run it for you,” Dusty suggested with a wide smile.

  “You know, you might have somethin’ there,” he grinned, you just might!

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The following morning Dusty was woken by Matt kissing her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her from behind. Reaching back, her fingers found his cock already sheathed and st
anding at attention, and guiding him inside her, she let out a heavy sigh.

  It wasn’t the warmth of his body, or the glorious stroking, or even the joy of waking next to him that sent her into a soft, drifting paradise. It was knowing that the torch she had carried in her heart through so many years had finally lit the fire between them.

  He tickled her clit and tweaked her nipples, and she surrendered to the sparks tingling through her body. He ravaged her slowly but fervently, thrusting with purposeful, powerful strokes, and muttering cries of joy she tumbled forward into a warm, sizzling orgasm.

  This is how I want to wake up every morning. How did I know it would be like this? How did I know so many years ago that Matt Montgomery was the man for me?

  “Sure is good to wake up next to you,” he murmured, his lips nuzzling her neck.

  “It’s heaven,” she purred rolling over to face him. “Absolute heaven.”

  “Do you have to work with Patrick today?”

  “Today and every day, but I love my job so I’m not complaining.”

  “You wanna shower here?”

  “Yes, please, with you,” she sighed, nestling into him.

  “I like that idea,” he smiled wrapping her in a bear hug, “but it sure is gonna be hard gettin’ outta this bed.”

  “On the count of three?” she suggested.

  “I guess,” he groaned. “Here I go. One, two, three!”

  She watched him climb off the mattress, then reaching across the bed he took her hand, and helping her up he led her into the bathroom. It was as unique and comfortable as his bedroom, with earth colored granite counters, and thick thirsty rugs on top of a flagstone floor. The shower stall had plenty of room to accommodate them both, and she closed her eyes as he soaped her body.

  “It’s official,” she hummed.

  “What’s that?”

  “This is a dream, an absolutely divine dream. Please don’t wake me up.”

  A short time later they were sitting at the kitchen table sharing scrambled eggs, toast and coffee, Jinx laying next to Dusty’s chair.

  “It looks like Jinx wants to be around you, more than he wants to be with me,” Matt chuckled. “Mind you, I can’t blame him.”