Cowboy

by Alexandria Hunt

  He grabbed my hips, I looked back smiling and said, “Hands off, cowboy, this is my show.”

  He grinned in agreement and I continued. I opened myself up and slid the head of his cock just inside my entrance. I lifted myself up slightly, allowing him to see my dripping wet pussy envelop his thick shaft.

  I slid slowly down the length, savoring the sensation, allowing myself to enjoy every inch of him. The thick ridge circumnavigating the head sent electric vibrations along my pussy walls in that position, I reached the end and could feel his length pulsing against me from inside.

  I pulled myself up again, just to the tip, and paused to tease him mercilessly. I dropped back down suddenly, his cock stretching me and filling me up, and I began moving faster, feeling him plunge into me deeply as I rode him hard.

  I tilted my pelvis and thrust my ass out, his cock splitting me as I pulled at him hard with my wet heat. He sucked his thumb and reached out, pressing it on my back entrance as I continued my movements. I groaned, almost an animalistic sound, and wiggled myself closer.

  “Are you okay with this?” he asked with a hoarse, ragged voice.

  “Yes,” I hissed, “but be gentle.”

  “Always, darlin’,” he said with his teeth gritted in desire.

  I started bucking up and down, my long, beautiful silky hair swinging as I moved. He pushed his thumb a little harder, it popped inside me and I slowed, allowing it to enter me from behind.

  I started moving again, both his thumb and cock filling me up, I felt restrained but free and wild at the same time. I rocked my hips and found the pressure from either side of me pushed my orgasm out with an unexpected force.

  “Oh my god, I’m coming, it feels so good. Come with me, Ryder,” I cried out, whipping my long hair around and bouncing up and down on his dick and his thumb.

  Ryder started pumping upwards then, driving himself into me, I could feel him getting close to finishing. He pulled his thumb out and held me tight with his hands on my hips.

  With me held firmly in place, he thrust from below and plunged himself deeply into me. I felt his entire body stiffen and he twitched and bucked, cried out my name and was done. I felt my own orgasm release a flood of juices onto his body, and I fell backwards into his waiting arms.

  We lay in each other’s arms, panting and sighing, caressing each other and talking well into the night.

  Ryder

  After confessing everything to Alex, I realized I had to pin Brittany down to a time and place to get these papers signed once and for all. I called and texted her constantly, being direct and not responding to her flirty messages, but she would still not agree to anything.

  Her new boyfriend had dumped her some weeks ago, and she had been traveling around from rodeo to rodeo ever since. Her parents would foot the bill for her drifter lifestyle, but Brittany’s father would eventually demand some control over her life. I didn’t know what brought her back to town, she wouldn’t say, but I did know that she was well aware of Alex and she was pissed.

  After a few days, I finally caught her on the phone on my way home from work. I pulled over to the side of the road to take the call.

  “We need to get this shit finished,” I snarled. “Stop dicking me around and I’ll give you what you want.”

  “I hate that bitch, Ryder, I’m not signing anything until you dump her ass,” Brittany replied in an icy tone that drove me fucking nuts.

  “I know you hate her, but think about it Britt, I haven’t bothered to call the cops yet. I will if you keep destroying our stuff and won’t give me this divorce.”

  “Oh good luck trying to prove it honey, I’ve got ten people who will say I haven’t been within ten miles of Alex’s horse,” she replied triumphantly.

  “I never said anything about a horse,” I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible in spite of the urge to throttle her through the phone.

  “I guess it’s just a lucky guess,” she laughed into the phone. I heard her take a drink of something, most likely whiskey this early in the evening. She’d start on the tequila later on.

  “Come on, we both know what the fuck is going on here,” I replied.

  “I’ve been trying to be real nice about this so far, Ryder,” Brittany said on the other end, sucking from her cigarette.

  “I just want you to get help Britt, and I want you to let me move on with my life. If you sign, I won’t call the cops,” I told her.

  “Nice try Ryder, I’m not going to let you move that little slut into our place. I should have been the one moving into that house, not her,” she slurred. She sounded weepy, and I knew then that she had been drinking, probably the hard stuff for a while now. I’d always hated it when she drank; she became so maudlin, so sloppy and dramatic. I realized I’d have to diffuse the situation to make any headway.

  “Come on Britt, don’t be like that. You left me, what did you think I’d do? Sit around like a kicked dog until you wanted me again?” I asked, softening my voice to win her over to my side.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you, Ryder. You might be good to look at but that whole sad cowboy shit gets depressing after a while. I almost wish you’d start drinking so we’d have a little fun together,” she whined.

  I snapped; I couldn’t even fake nice with her at that point. The frustration bubbled over. “I don’t need to drink to have fun, but I do need these fucking papers signed.”

  I heard her smug chuckle and she said, “Hold your horses, we’ll get to it... when I damn well feel like it.” She took another long draw on her cigarette and the line went dead.

  I had to take two quick breaths in and out or I was going to punch something. Brittany was in full on bitch mode, and I knew I’d never get anywhere with her for now. I decided to call my lawyer in the morning and hire a process server to deliver the paperwork. I couldn’t keep talking to her, she was too cunning and knew she had me over a barrel and was having far too much fun with it.

  I picked up on Alex’s nervous energy the minute I got home. She was twitchy and uncomfortable as we ate dinner together. I tried to keep her engaged in the conversation, but noticed that faraway look in her eyes here and there.

  This in turn made me jumpy, which led to a stilted evening full of awkward conversation. I thought she must be hanging onto some anger over me still being married and that cut me deep. I would have to get it over with as soon as possible so I could finally make her my wife.

  Alex

  I realized I had to handle Andrew on my own. I’d finally come to a decision: if Ryder found out he would beat the hell out of Andrew. It was one thing for him to lose it on a total creeper, but I would never forgive myself if Ryder ended up in jail for beating the shit out of my ex. Andrew wasn’t worth it.

  I finally felt like I had a clear plan, I would allow Andrew to meet me but I would let him know how over it was.

  I thought if he could see the love in my eyes for Ryder, and see my conviction to stay in my hometown, he would get the hint and leave me alone.

  Ryder was getting ready for work while I sat on the edge of the bed sipping the hot cup of coffee he had brought up to me.

  “I think my mom’s not feeling so good right now,” I said, laying the foundation of my lie. It almost caught in my throat, it made me feel so awful to do it, but I had to get rid of Andrew without Ryder knowing. “I might pop over there today and see how she’s doing. If she needs me to stick around for a couple of days, I’ll have to stay over, okay?”

  He walked over and kissed the top of my head. “No problem darlin, I’ll miss you. Should I stop by after work?”

  “Why don’t I call you and let you know? If she’s got the flu, I don’t want you to pick it up,” I told him, my heart clenching at my deception. I hated lying to him, the words were like ash in my mouth, but it was for the best. I had to handle this without him.

  “Sounds good, I’ll talk to you later, I love you,” he said as he headed downstairs and out to work for the day.
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br />   “I love you too,” I called after him, fighting the urge to chase him down the stairs and confess everything to him. An image of him in handcuffs being dragged off to jail stopped me.

  I couldn’t handle it if that happened because of me. Andrew’s family were wealthy, they would get the best lawyers and have Ryder thrown away without the key.

  I gathered up a few clothes to do some washing while I was visiting Mom. I tried to suppress the uneasy feeling I had, took a last look around and closed the front door.

  Mom was already up and buzzing around baking for the church bazaar being held that weekend. I used to look down on Mom’s simple ways, I’d assumed that being a feminist or an independent woman meant working and never depending on anyone. After finding this time with Ryder so satisfying, I realized there was magic in women’s skills, there was a gentle simplicity to be embraced and honored and there was strength to be found in finding an equal.

  I smiled at Mom and was so happy that I saw her in a different light now. I was suddenly overcome with the small acts of love Mom had performed for me and Dad over the years. It turned out that Mom was one of the the strongest people I knew.

  “I’ve decided to take your advice and talk to Andrew,” I said, nervous now that the words were out there.

  “He called and said he’d be coming into town today, I wasn’t sure you knew,” Mom said and looked guilty for having spoken to him.

  “It’s okay, you can answer your own phone. I was just being a brat the other day, I’m sorry,” I replied and felt foolish for dragging Mom into all of this. “I still don’t want Ryder to find out though, so if he calls, tell him I’m staying with you because you’re not feeling well, okay?”

  “I don’t know Alex, I’m not that good at lying,” Mom replied, wringing her hands together.

  “This is the only way can handle this. Andrew’s not going to leave me alone unless he sees for his own eyes that I’m serious.”

  “I’ll do my best, but are you sure you should keep this from Ryder? I know men like him, he’s not going to take it well when he finds out.”

  “He’ll end up in prison if he finds out. I don’t think he’d be able to hold back from beating the crap out of Andrew, especially after what happened on the cattle drive. You know how protective he is,” I explained.

  “Just promise me you’ll tell him everything afterwards,” Mom said in a stern tone, looking at me.

  “I promise, but let me tell him after Andrew is long gone,” I said in agreement.

  I managed to get a couple loads of laundry done before I heard Andrew’s car pull up outside. I watched him get out and glance towards the house, unable to hide his grimace at our less than fancy place.

  He reached into his Mercedes SLK and grabbed a package, stood up to his full height and picked some invisible lint off his shirt. He was an excellent dresser; he knew how to display his six foot two frame impeccably. He’d honed his body through a steady gym routine and a careful diet.

  I couldn’t believe I had once viewed him as physical perfection now that I’d found Ryder again. I’d take authentic muscular strength over a gym rat any day of the week. There was something so sexy about a man who worked with his hands. I didn’t even know how I’d been able to stomach Andrew’s soft skin all that time.

  I watched Andrew slick his hair back and look around as if wanting to be seen. Andrew’s careful preening and attention to detail had made him feel fake to me, but I’d never known how to pin point it when I’d been with him.

  I headed downstairs and opened the front door, Andrew’s bright blue eyes lit up with joy when he saw me and before I could say anything, he swept me up into a hug.

  “Oh my god Alex, I am so sorry, I was such an idiot to treat you that way,” he leaned in and tried to kiss me. I shoved him off of me with all my might and was a little weirded out that he fell back so easily. Ryder seemed a hundred times the man Andrew was.

  “Seriously, Andrew. I told you I’m with Ryder now. We’re moving in together and getting married, you need to get the hell over me.”

  “So it’s that bumpkin you dated in high school?” Andrew smirked. “Come on, Alex, we both know you wanted to see me for a reason.”

  Anger flared behind my eyes and I said, “I only agreed to see you because you wouldn’t take no for an answer. I wanted to look you in the eye and tell you it’s over so you’ll leave me the hell alone.”

  “Come on, at least let me take you into town and try to woo you a little bit.”

  I shot him a look of pure ice and he seemed visibly shaken. ”Okay, I get the hint. At least show me where you grew up and let me take you for lunch after driving all this way.”

  I felt trapped. I didn’t want to give in to Andrew’s persistence and possibly run into Ryder, but I also had a feeling if I didn’t play nice, I’d never get rid of Andrew for good.

  I finally understood how trapped Ryder had felt, the terrible irony of having to be kind to somebody you want to get rid of, just to be rid of them.

  “Okay, I’ll get my things,” I replied with narrowed eyes.

  “Wait, I have this for you,” Andrew said and thrust the package into my hand. “Open it.”

  I lifted a box out of the salon bag and saw the Lancel logo. They had been my favorite handbag designer for the past few years, but I was startled by how out of place it seemed in these surroundings. I no longer craved expensive items to make me feel good, like I fit in. I was accepted here no matter who I was.

  “It’s the bag you wanted, the expensive one,” Andrew said, clearly letting me know how much he had wanted me back by placing a price on it. I shuddered inwardly at his clumsy affectations.

  “Um, thanks. I’d better take it inside so it doesn’t get dirty.” I couldn’t think of any place I’d use this, so I decided I’d give it to Lee and thrill her to death.

  Andrew agreed, eyeballing the dirt and dust of the farmyard, I felt dirty even seeing the look of thinly veiled disgust on his face.

  I let Mom know where we were going and when we’d be back. “Remember you can’t tell Ryder, I want to get this over with as quickly as possible so Andrew can get the hell back to the city.”

  “I promise I’ll keep it to myself,” Mom replied. “I feel weird about this, even though it was my idea. I worry this isn’t going to go well. Maybe I should come along with you.”

  “Honestly? I’d rather you didn’t, I just want to get this over with,” I said.

  I grabbed her jacket on the way out and found Andrew staring intently at his phone. “Are there any decent places to eat in this town?” he asked with a frown.

  “I don’t know, it depends on what you consider decent,” I replied.

  “How about anything that hasn’t been owned by consecutive generations, or isn’t named after the owner,” he sneered.

  I used to find Andrew’s fussiness charming and evidence of his good taste, but now it made him seem weak and insecure. I sighed and slipped into the passenger seat of his little car, worried that this was going to be a painfully long lunch.

  We’d driven around for half an hour trying to find a spot that suited Andrew’s car. It couldn’t be under a tree, that was bad for the soft top, not in direct sun, he didn’t think it was good for the paint... and definitely not anywhere near a pickup truck or old car of any kind... which in this town covered eighty percent of the vehicles. Finally we found the perfect space a couple of blocks from the restaurant I had in mind. I could see Dad’s store from the space, but we wouldn’t walk past it. I didn’t want Dad to see me with Andrew today either, although Lee knew all about the meeting, I’d prefer if she didn’t meet Andrew at all.

  We got into the restaurant a little past two, the lunch rush was over and I didn’t see anyone I knew. The place was small, I chose a booth at the back and ordered a Coke. Andrew tried to slip into the seat next to me, but I glared at him and he got the hint. He sat across from me and we looked over the menus. I couldn’t help but notice Andrew’s expr
ession of disdain.

  This was exactly why I’d never wanted to bring him back here when we lived together. I used to be embarrassed of my hometown, but now I was feeling embarrassed by his poor attitude. What had previously been seen as sophistication now appeared to be a pretentiousness brought about by not being connected to the real world. Andrew lived a life where appearances mattered more than substance, and I couldn’t imagine a place in it for me anymore.

  We spent some time talking about the old office, Andrew told me that the ancient secretary at the front desk had finally retired, but still returned every Friday to bring one of the senior partners his financial reports. He covered who had gotten married and who had been promoted and he pointedly left Sylvie’s name out of the conversation.

  After the food came, I filled some of the silent spaces with eating. I concentrated so hard on my sandwich that I didn’t notice when Andrew had stopped talking. I looked up and he was staring at me intently, watching me chew.

  “What’s up?” I asked with a frown.

  “You’re beautiful Alex. You’re glowing… you really are in love, aren’t you?”

  “I told you Andrew. I honestly don’t know why I left him in the first place. You and I... we never stood a chance,” I said and couldn’t help but smile as I thought about Ryder. “He means everything to me.”

  I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes and felt sorry for him, somebody I had once shared my life and dreams with. He wasn’t a bad person, he just wasn’t Ryder. He’d done us both a service by cheating on me, although I wouldn’t tell him that now. No use in salting the wound.

  We finished our food and walked slowly back to his car. He seemed reluctant to let this day end and dragged his feet, inspecting every flower, every lamppost. His pace was killing me; I had that sick feeling in my stomach again, thinking of people reporting back to Ryder that I was with another man. We finally reached the car, he helped me in and went around the other side.