A Distant Heart: A Contemporary Western

by Steedly, Arabella

  Kent's voice quivered when he pointed off in the distance, and yelled back at me, "Twister." I ran up beside him, and together we tugged on the heavy wooden door, rolling it shut. Then we turned and ran to the other end of the stable. Both of our shoulders were heaving, but the door didn’t budge. Kent looked up, and yelled, “The motherfucker is off the track!”

  After we nudged the door back in place, we noticed the tornado was nearing the hay field. For a second we both stood awestruck, watching. The twister appeared like a giant elephant's trunk lazily swinging back and forth along the ground, picking up trees and demolishing the wooden fence.

  Kent’s voice echoed in my ears when he ordered, “We have to close it and head for the tack room — now!” Then with one joint effort, the stable door closed with a ‘clang.’ A split second later, Kent grabbed my hand, and we ran inside the tack room. "Get inside the trunk," he commanded holding the lid open for me. I wondered what good a trunk would be if a tornado hit us, but I obeyed. When he slammed the lip closed it was dark! My breath came in hitches and a wave of nausea swept over me.

  When the roar got louder, I shrieked, "Kent, where are you!" But there was no answer, so I pushed open the trunk. He was over in the corner hunkered down, with his hands on top of his head, trembling. I rushed over and sat down beside him. Kent reached out for my hand. I was shaking and shivering as we huddled together until the roar of the storm diminished.

  After we were sure the storm was over, Kent stood up, and then he pulled me up, too. Without speaking a word, we ran to the stable door facing the house and tugged it open. "It's gone. The house is safe, and so are we,” I heard him whisper.

  Chapter 10

  Kent

  Even after seeing things were safe, Rachel was still trembling. So I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head. As I felt her warm body through our wet clothes, something fucking crazy came over me that I had no control over. It seemed as though I had slipped into someone else’s body. I was warm and happy. Rachel was sweet and delicate in my arms, and I wanted to hold her forever. Just as she nestled her head close to my chest, that warm glow turned to pure desire. I lowered my face closer to hers. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back, pressing my mouth over her parted lips. I wanted to possess her, even if it was just for a moment before she slipped away again — and this time nothing was going to stop me!

  When my tongue glided into her mouth, I felt her press her lower body against me. My hand slid down her neck and back until I was caressing her pert ass. I turned her around and pinned her against the stable door. As her fingers sifted through my hair, I felt the heat began to radiate off her. When I gazed down, I noticed her lids were heavy, and her lips were pink and swollen.

  With my hands holding her luscious melons I lifted her up. Then Rachel wrapped her legs around my waist. When her warm pussy pressed against my crotch, that was all the encouragement I needed. If I could have figured a way to get her jeans off without an objection I would have taken her right there, but I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be to me forcing myself on her. So I carried her toward the tack room. Using my back to push open the door I laid her down on a pile of empty burlap sacks.

  Then hovering over her, I gripped the lapels of her western shirt and in one swift move unsnapped it, laying bare her heaving breasts, covered by a white bra. I heard her say, “Don’t stop, Kent. I want you.” Then she groaned and arched her back as she reached down and squeezed my manhood. I ran my tongue down between her cleavage. My throbbing cock ached and strained against my jeans as I reached up and yanked down one side of her bra, exposing a hard, brown nipple that was ready for more attention. Not satisfied seeing only one lonely nipple, I moved her bra up for full exposure.

  As soon as I laid my eyes on her beautiful breasts, I couldn’t help but stop to stare at her for a few moments. She had a fucking gorgeous body, just as I’d always imagined it — only better. I cupped her breasts in each hand. Her nipples were so irresistible. I bent down and ran my tongue around one and sucked it for a moment before I took it between my teeth. I nipped and tugged on her bud until Rachel moaned with pleasure. I could tell by the way she squirmed under me that I had found one of her hot buttons.

  All of a sudden I realized it was never my intention to take Rachel this way, but I was a fucking selfish man, and Rachel was irresistible — giving in to my wishes. Her lips parted; we were both panting, as she looked up at me from under her heavy eyelids. I could see she wanted to be taken hard by the devilish grin on her lips. We were both caught up in a vortex of desire and were spinning out of control, just like the tornado.

  In a sudden fury, I felt the need to dominate her. So I grabbed her shirt and bra and slid them up over her head. I used her bra to bind her wrists and her shirt to tie her arms to a nearby water pipe running to the outside spigot. Rachel gasped when she sensed what I was doing, then licked her lips, and whispered, “How big is your cock Kent? I’ve been fantasizing for a long time about this moment.” Then with a devilish grin, she whispered, “Come on, show me. I want to see what I’ve been missing.” I chuckled to myself. She was enjoying our little game as much as I was.

  Eyeing her pebbled nipples, my mouth was watering at the thought of sucking those perfect mounds again — I was a tit man! Rachel moved her hips again, arching herself up to meet me. She was trying to tell me what she wanted, and it was exactly what I was going to give her.

  “Kent…please…I want you now,” Rachel’s soft plea rang like a bell in my ears. Every shred of control that I might have had before that moment was now gone — no returning.

  I gazed down at her half-naked body, lying stretched with her hands bound above her head, while I unbuckled my chaps and took off my boots. She could have quickly pulled her hands free since they were loosely tied. Instead, when she noticed my eyes move down her body and fall between her legs, she moaned and raised her hips up wanting me to undress her. I knelt back down and unbuttoned her jeans. I could smell her sweet, hot pussy, so I ran my hand across her sex and felt her wetness. "Please, Kent I want you to fuck me. See how wet I am?” she asked, with her eyes half closed.

  I took a deep breath; my cock was aching in a way that I knew I was about to explode, and I didn't want that to happen without first being inside Rachel. I removed her boots and jeans then paused a moment before she raised her hips one more time for me to slid off her white panties exposing her curly pubes covering her mound. Her folds were plump, and her slit glistened as she followed my every move with her eyes.

  My eyes were glued on her sex as I unbuckled my belt, sliding it swiftly off my waist through the loops. When I glanced up at her face, I watched as she bit down on her swollen lower lip. Her brown-as-chocolate eyes were heavy with desire. My jeans fell away, and then I slid down my boxers. Rachel’s eyes lit up as she drank in my manhood. It was rock hard and erect, pointing directly at her. Rachel’s lips fell open, then she nodded, and said, “Your cock is just as big as I had imagined.”

  She spread her legs for me, giving me the first good look at the pussy of my dreams. When I knelt down, I spread them farther apart, and she didn’t seem shy, as though we had been doing this for years. The flesh of her thighs was soft as my fingers slid closer and closer to her needy core.

  “Kent…” she breathed my name again, even more softly this time, and I could feel electric waves running down my spine, ending at the tip of my cock head. I had waited for this moment for so long. I lowered my face to her flat belly. Tracing my tongue below her ribs, I circled her belly button. Rachel was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I wanted every inch of her.

  I reached up and grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I untied Rachel’s hands. I wanted to feel her arms around me when I lowered my body over her. She arched her back upwards, pressing her body into my torso, and I felt the wetness of her pussy against my thigh. Rachel was trying to tell me she was just as desperate as I was. Then she wrapped her arms
around me and dug her fingernails into my back, pulling me in closer to her.

  I grabbed her wrists violently, forcing her arms down by her sides, and then I kissed her lips again. She gasped and moaned into my mouth as our bare bodies touched for the first time. Then I let go of her wrists, pushed her knees upwards and parted her legs further. My cock was pressing on her belly, and I felt her squirm, wanting me inside her. Rachel’s lips fell open as I stared at her beautiful face. How many times had I jacked off dreaming of fucking Rachel? Since we were fourteen or fifteen? Now I was finally going to have her.

  She gasped as I pushed through her folds and thrust inside her. Every inch of her body was exposed. I didn’t appear to be hurting her, though; it was obvious Rachel was no virgin. A flash of anger came over me as I wondered who had been her first — that should have been my job.

  “Kent! Oh my God, Kent...please...more!” she was screaming. Then I knew she was enjoying getting a good fucking as much as I was enjoying giving it to her. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, unable to hold back much longer. When I quickened my pace, I gripped one of her delicious nipples and tugged at it, heightening her pleasure.

  “Kent…I’m going to cum!” she moaned, and I reached for her clit, fingering it so that she wouldn’t be able to control herself much longer. I knew it was working because her cheeks flushed and she pressed her eyelids tightly closed. I could feel her cumming — juices seeping out as she moaned and shook under me, but I kept driving into her until I felt my orgasm building.

  Just when her breathing began to subside, I pulled out and tilted my head back and wanted to howl as I directed my seed flooding out of me like a river onto her belly. Rachel moved her hips under me and watched as I stroked my cock, milking it of every last drop. I clenched my jaws as a wave of excitement flowed over me. Rachel had moved up on one elbow making no effort to close her legs. She was purposely still exposing her puffy wet pussy. So I figured she wanted some more of me.

  She smiled when I thrust two fingers inside her wetness and rubbed her clit with my thumb. I wanted her to remember how Kent Walker could make her cum. I could see her face was flushed red with desire and knew she was about to have another orgasm.

  A flash of resentment washed over me. So I pressed down on her clit one last time and said with a devious smile, “Rachel, now I know you like to be fucked as much as you like to read!”

  When I withdrew my hand, I saw a look of confusion come over her face. “Kent… please, baby, I need just a little bit more.”

  “No… now you know what you’ve been missing. You’ll have to beg me to get it again.”

  Her gaze burned into my eyes as she watched me slip on my boxers. Then she licked her forefinger, and said, “Well, then I guess I will have to do it myself.” She smiled a sideways smile and started rubbing her clit. Just as I pulled my jeans up over my cock — that was getting harder and harder by the second. She slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and started rocking her hips and moaning. I stood there a moment and watched. I had to admit I never watched while a woman pleasured herself without my involvement. After she got off, she gazed over at me and gasped. "Kent."

  It took every ounce of control I had, but I was driven to even the score with her. So I said, “The storm is over, and so is my work day.” When I saw how Rachel dropped her head in shame, for a moment I felt vindicated for the hurt she had caused me. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and was out the door before I had managed to zip up my fly. As I rounded the corner headed for my truck, I said to myself, "I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to come back to this fucking town!"

  Chapter 11

  Rachel

  The next morning when I got up my sheets were rumpled, and my comforter was in a ball on the floor. I had spent the night cursing myself, tossing and turning, thinking about how my desire for Kent had ended in humiliation. Brushing my teeth, I gazed in the mirror and wasn’t pleased with what I saw. My eyelids were puffy, and the flesh underneath looked like two dark thunderclouds. I splashed water on my face and pulled back my hair into a ponytail. After finishing my English muffin spread with peanut butter, I sat on the back porch and sipped my hot coffee. Anxious to put the memory from the day before behind me, I surveyed the damaged fence off in the distance.

  I had called Daddy before I went to bed to tell him the news about the storm. He said his trip home was delayed due to tests the doctor had scheduled and asked me to call the insurance adjuster. His voice sounded sad when he said, "Rachel, honey I'm so sorry you had to face this alone."

  When he paused for a moment, I sighed and told him what I thought he wanted to hear. "Oh, thank goodness Kent was here with me when the storm hit. He was a big help with the horses." At least part of what I had said was the truth.

  Anyway, that was yesterday, so I decided to saddle up TiaMaria, since she wasn't due for another six weeks, and take a slow ride along the fence line to survey the damage before calling State Farm. Besides, Kent would be here any minute, and I didn’t want to be around him.

  I swallowed hard and whispered to myself, “You have to work with Kent; you know you can’t do all the work yourself.” As I slipped TiaMaria’s halter over her soft, white nose and led her out of her stall, I realized just ignoring Kent wasn’t the right solution. What was I going to do? If Daddy discovered there was tension between us, Kent would be fired immediately, and I didn’t want that either.

  Just as Tia and I left the stable, I noticed Kent's pickup turning into the drive. So I gave her a nudge, and she moved out in a slow lope. I didn't bother turning around to greet Kent with a wave. Instead, I was trying hard to forget how after we had sex, he had left me there naked without saying a kind word and rushed out like he wanted to be anywhere in the world but with me.

  I couldn't believe I had allowed myself to fall into his arms — even after the frightening turn of events caused by the storm. Somehow that twister must have rattled my brain. I felt shameful and embarrassed how I went along with it and even asked for more after it was obvious he was done with me. I tried to blot out the mental image of me lying there fingering myself like some horny teenager. I should have known not to allow him to kiss me. But it was too late, and now I was left dealing with the consequences.

  Within a few moments, I heard the pounding of hooves coming up behind me. Of course, it was Kent — who else would it be? And I figured he was riding Licorice. Sure enough, he caught up with Tia, stopping right beside me. I turned my face away, and just as I expected, Kent ignored me as well. I was tired of his games and tired of trying to play nice. Just before we got to the place where the wooden fence had been reduced to splinters, Kent shook his head, and said, "Wow, we were lucky. We could have been history!”

  The sound of his voice made it impossible to put the thoughts of the previous afternoon out of my mind. I recalled the image of his nude body — buff, sexy— his piercing green eyes and the way he had possessed me. Then, I hated to admit it, but a thrill ran down my spine, and I could feel my pussy wanting more of him. I was ashamed that I felt that way and I wanted to hate him with vigor. I wished I could despise him just as much as he seemed to despise me, but I couldn’t bring myself to act with hatred. I was foolish enough to think that I had seen a spark of something else in him the previous evening. A flash of Kent, the friend I used to know.

  He had held me in his arms at first with compassion. Grateful we had survived the storm together. Maybe it was the adrenalin rush caused by our traumatic experience that turned a moment of compassion into one of passion. I had to admit with our bodies pressed together, our arms entangled, I felt like Kent cared about 'us' again. But once he had gotten his rocks off, I didn't recognize him any longer.

  I heard him say something about an uprooted tree that was blocking the road farther away, and I followed along behind Licorice to get a closer look. They took off in a canter, but Tia and I took our time. I didn't want him to know how the previous evening had affected me — or sense how I wished he
would take me into his arms again.

  All of the sudden TiaMaria balked and let out a wild neigh, snapping me out of my thoughts. I gripped the reins. What was bothering her? "Easy girl!" I cried. But she snorted and lowered her head. Then she reared up and abruptly stepped aside. I leaned over a bit searched the ground to see what had frightened her. A rattler was coiled up alongside a clump of weeds.

  “Easy Easy!” I cried. I felt the tension in TiaMaria’s muscles gathering under me. “No!” I shrieked. She bucked and turned away from the reptile. The first time I hung on. But when the snake started shaking its rattle, Tia reared up again. I lost my grip on the saddle horn. I slid off her back and fell a few feet from the snake. As I scrambled to get away, I watched as the snake slithered off and hid under a log. I shook my head; I was dazed, and it felt like time had stopped for a moment. Then I felt a pair of strong hands under my armpits lifting me up.

  “Rachel,” I heard Kent whisper as he was cradling me in his arms. I blinked. As my head cleared from the shock, I could see his face with clarity. He was peering into my eyes. His brow was furrowed, and his lips were firmly pressed together with worry.