by Jessie Cooke
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he whispered against my ear. I nodded, unable to speak as he let his mouth travel along the side of my throat. He kissed his way across my neck and I tipped my head back to give him access. The touch of his lips sent goose bumps dancing across my hot skin. He kissed and licked his way down my chest between my breasts. I arched my back, trying to get him to touch my nipples, but he bypassed them, not stopping until his lips were against the soft flesh of my hip. I shivered again and I felt the vibrations of his sexy voice as he said,
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Mm hmm…” I was still incapable of rational speech. My back was still arched and he slid one hand underneath me and grabbed one of my cheeks, molding it to his palm and continuing on with his trail of kisses across the bottom of my stomach and over to my other hip.
“Blake, come up here…”
“Not yet. I’m playing. Just relax baby.” He pulled himself up again and used his strong hands to massage my shoulders. It felt so good and surprisingly turned me on even more. I felt a warm tingle and then a rush of fluid between my legs. God, I want him so bad.
He worked his hands underneath me and with slow, powerful strokes he lifted me and worked his erotic massage down my back. I usually felt fat and uncomfortable…when Blake touches me I actually feel delicate and light. When he reached the small of my back he let his teeth find the sensitive skin of my neck and he bit down as he massaged there. My moans filled the room and I struggled to breathe.
He laid me slowly and gently back down on the bed and then dropped his weight down next to me. I lifted my head to look at his smiling face. He was always smiling…except when he was worried about me. I made a mental note…for all that it was worth, to not worry him anymore. I loved his smile. It was like a shot of caffeine in the morning.
“Are you finished playing now?” I asked him.
He didn’t answer me with words. Instead I heard him release a growl from his chest as he leaned in and possessed my mouth with his. His tongue danced with mine and I tipped my head back and pressed in deeper. He sucked my tongue into his mouth then, scraping his teeth along the side of it and sending another hot rush to my pussy. He reached underneath my neck and curled his hand around me, using me as leverage to roll his body back up on top of mine. The hard lines of his chest hovered above me and I reached up and traced them with my fingers. He flexed his hips again, grinding himself into me harder while his hands dug into my hair. He tugged on it causing my head to fall back more and then he shoved his tongue in deeper. He was rocking against me, still wearing his boxers while he made love to my mouth with his tongue…and I was on the brink of an orgasm.
When he broke free for air, he kissed down my neck again, this time finding my breasts. I gasped as his warm mouth closed down over the swollen tip and as he swiped across it with his tongue, a jolt of electricity raced through my body. He reached up and took hold of the other one with his fingers, rolling it between them while his mouth made love to the other. I was moving my legs against his…I was so close to orgasm and he hadn’t even touched my pussy.
“I love the way you taste,” he growled, licking and sucking and pulling at my nipples. “I want to taste more.” I was writhing and panting now as his hands roamed across my torso and to the spot between my legs that he’d set on fire. He gave my lips a few strokes with his fingers before once again pushing himself down to the bottom of the bed and placing his face between my thighs. He looked up at me and grinned before pressing his mouth against me and letting his tongue come out in one long, slow probing thrust. My body jerked and my hips came up to meet him. He grabbed them tightly and held me in place while I dug my heels into the bed and his tongue probed deeper and thrust harder into my pussy and against my throbbing clit.
“I’m gonna come Blake…” His response was to pull back and when I felt the cold air hit me I pulled open my eyes to find him staring down at me. I laughed. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“This is why you aren’t allowed to be in charge.” He grinned and leaned in for a kiss. I turned my head to the side and said, “No kisses for you. You’re a tease.” He moved his head across my body so he could reach my lips. Running his wet tongue along the bottom one he said,
“I’m finished teasing. I need to be inside of you…deep inside of you…” his voice was deep and husky with desire and my body convulsed at the sound of it. I pushed my hips up into him and reached up to grab his shoulders. He finally reached down and slid those boxers down off his hips, working them down over his muscular thighs and then kicking them off. I flexed my hips again and he reached up and took one of my hands off his shoulder and put it up over my head. Then he took the other one and did the same thing. Grabbing hold of my wrists with one big hand he held them there and suddenly I felt what I’d been craving, the slow, silken heat of his cock opening me up…slowly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed into his back with my heels. He took the hint…finally and buried himself in me all the way to the hilt. I moaned loudly and when he let go of my wrists I put my hands up in his short hair and raked my fingernails through it, pulling him down to my mouth for a deep, wet kiss.
He was moving slowly still, but as I scraped and pulled at his scalp he started moving faster, plunging in deeper and harder. I had already been on edge and now the orgasm boiled up inside of me, threatening to consume me and everything else in its wake. I threw back my head and cried out his name as ripples of pleasure shot through my veins.
I moved my hands down to his butt, gripping it with both hands so I could feel the flexing and releasing of his muscles as he moved in and out of me. “More,” I whispered against the side of his face. He groaned and slammed into me harder. “Faster.”
He put his lips against mine and before he kissed me he said, “You’re perfect. You’re so sexy Bailey. You drive me wild.” I was already writhing underneath him, feeling like I was ready to come again. His words and the feel of them against my mouth drove me into a frenzy of bucking hips and sloppy kisses.
He shifted his hips slightly and hit my G-spot. I screamed into his mouth and the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced slammed into me and then ripped through me as my fingernails dug down into his flesh and my lips sucked on his tongue.
He rode me through it and just as I was beginning to come back down to earth, his eyes locked on mine and he quickened his pace. I felt the heat fill my body as he came and for just a second I realized he’d come inside of me without a condom…but I’m on the pill…I think. I didn’t want to think about that right now so I pushed it away and wrapped my body as tightly around him as it would go. I wanted to tell him that I loved him…but I was afraid it was my sickness talking so I didn’t. But I felt like I did. I felt it in every fiber of my body.
He turned his head and kissed me again, this time soft and sweet. When I could talk again I said, “Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”
He grinned. “You’re amazing. Thank you.” He kissed me again and then rolled to the side. He wrapped me up in his arms and I lay my head against his chest.
“Bailey?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I tell him. I let myself enjoy the post-coital bliss for a few seconds and then I said, “But I need to tell you about Nick.” I felt him stiffen a bit…I’m sure no man wants to hear another man’s name after making love to a woman like that. But Nick was in my head again and I had to get him out. I had to tell Blake everything…
“Who is Nick?”
“He’s my husband.”
9
Blake
It’s funny how differently things in your life look when you look at them in the rear view mirror. I’m standing on the red carpet right now at the VMA’s with my girl on my arm. Kyle and his wife just went in ahead of us. Mick Jagger…not the Rolling Stone’s guy, the other one, he’s standing behind us with his tiny little imp of a wife on his arm. A year ago, I
never would have figured I was going to make it here. Hell, I didn’t know if I was going to make my own tour. I was in a mess…trouble with a capital “T.” She came in the form of a curvy blonde with a mean streak a mile wide, an un-medicated mental illness, and a family that was part of “The Family” if you know what I mean.
My pretty girl and I smiled for the pictures and made our way inside the huge auditorium. I was performing tonight with Kyle and presenting…but my mind kept running back along the past year. That morning started it all…
I just finished making love to the woman I’d already decided I was going to fall in love with when she told me she has a husband…If there was ever a moment when I had to ask myself, “What the fuck do I say now?” That was it. There was a long and awkward silence and then suddenly my lack of verbal skills became more apparent than ever as I sputtered out, “What? You’re married?”
Bailey looked at me with her big, beautiful, milk chocolate eyes filled with tears and she nodded. Then with one big, crocodile tear running down the side of her face she said, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? W-What exactly are you sorry for Bailey? You’re sorry that you’re breaking your vows? You’re sorry that you forgot to tell me? People have mistaken me for an idiot more than once in my life because of how I talk…I reckon you zoned right in on that, huh?”
“Oh no! Blake I don’t think you’re an idiot. I just…my head gets so messed up…”
“You’re gonna blame cheating on your husband on being sick?”
“It’s not like that…I’m not cheating on him…”
“Am I mistaken or did you just have my dick inside of you about five minutes ago?”
“No…I mean yes, but it’s really not like that.” She looked agitated. She was sitting up in the bed with her arms wrapped around her knees and she was rocking back and forth. I actually felt bad, but then I mentally kicked myself in the ass…illness or not, she should have told me. “I haven’t seen Nick for a year…until yesterday morning.”
And these are the days of our lives…I was trapped in a fucking soap opera. “Why? Where has he been?”
“I’m not allowed…I mean, I can’t be around him…he has a restraining order.”
“Fuck me!” I pulled on my jeans and reached for a t-shirt.
“Blake, please listen…I did some things when I was sick…”
“I don’t want to hear it right now, Bailey.” I pulled on my shirt and hat and grabbed my boots.
“Blake!”
“Not now. I need to clear my head.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Get some rest. I’ll ask Mama to send you over some breakfast.”
“Please don’t go. I can’t stand it…I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave me. Blake please!”
I walked away. I went straight for the stables and found my horse Pete. Me and Pete have been together for almost ten years. I knew he would never let me down. I saddled him up and rode over to the main house. Samantha ran out to meet me as I slid off Pete’s back. She threw herself into my arms and hugged me tight. When I sat her down and looked at her, I was shocked. “Who are you and what have you done with my little sister?”
She posed for me and grinned. “I happen to be a legal grown-up now. That’s something my big brother might not know since he wasn’t present for either my eighteenth birthday or my high school graduation.” I found it unfortunate that my baby sister looked like a grown-up. That was the old double standard, I know…but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t like the idea of men looking at her the way…well, the way I look at other women.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it home. I was in the middle of a tour…I sent presents…”
She grinned. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’d rather have the presents, you know that.”
I laughed, but I didn’t doubt that it was true. Samantha is the only girl in the family in a string of dusty cowboys that started over thirteen years before she was born. She was born a princess and has been treated like one ever since. “Well then I’m glad I sent them. Is Mama here?”
“She’s inside making breakfast. Where’s your girlfriend?”
I felt the knot in my stomach pull tighter. “Bailey is resting. Can you do me a huge favor?”
“Sure, what’s that?”
“Can you take some breakfast over to the cabin for her when it’s ready?”
“Okay…where are you going?”
“Just to clear my head a bit. I’ll be back.”
Samantha pulled her pretty eyebrows together. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just think I may have bit off more than I can chew here.”
“Mama told us that she’s sick. Is it real bad?”
“I’m afraid that I don’t know enough about it to make that decision. I should have thought about that sooner. I need to figure out what to do now. Just make sure she gets something to eat, okay?”
“Of course. Blake…she’s not dangerous, is she?”
I thought about what she said…her husband has a restraining order against her. What’s that about? “I don’t think she’ll hurt anyone. She’s more self-destructive than anything.” I climbed up on Pete and whistled. All of the dogs came running, there were three of them…and Frank. Samantha smiled at the old goat and rolled her eyes.
“He doesn’t run with the dogs anymore unless you’re home. He doesn’t even follow Luke around. Mama says she thinks he has arthritis.”
I looked at Frank. He was definitely not a young kid any longer. “Some habits are just hard to break,” I told her. “Come on guys.” Pete and I headed down the long path that would wind around the river and along the property line and lead us up into the hills if we kept going. My brother’s three dogs, Rafael, Javier and Manuel followed closely behind. Frank was doing his best to keep up and I kept Pete trotting at a slow pace so he wouldn’t lose us. It was going to be a sad day around the ranch when it was poor old Frank’s time to go. Frank was that one animal everyone had as a kid that taught them those valuable lessons that even adults couldn’t teach you sometimes. Frank’s life started out rough. His mother died giving birth to him. He was born prematurely and my brother Luke and I were the ones who found him. It was so sad; he was trying to nuzzle up to his dead Mama. We wrapped him up in a horse blanket and took him to our Mama. She looked at him like she was sure he wasn’t going to make it, but she didn’t have the heart to tell us that. So she fixed him up some formula in a baby bottle and told Luke and I that if we wanted him to live, we’d have to watch him and feed him around the clock.
Boys are fickle animals. For the first week or two, everything Luke and I did was about saving that baby goat. Then rodeo season started and…well, I’m ashamed to say it but we both kinda forgot about him. Back in those days Luke and I thought we would grow up to be rodeo stars. Just about another week went by when Mama asked us one morning how he was doing. Luke and I looked at each other and at the same time, we said, “Great.”
“Really?” Mama said. We could both tell by the look on her face that she already knew something. Neither of us was ready to give up the lie yet.
“Really, Mama!” I don’t know about Luke, but I was crossing my fingers under the table. I finished eating in record time and then I scrambled out the door and across the yard to the pen we’d built for him. I could see Mama June, the Queensland that Daddy had since she was a pup. She was lying on her side in the pen before I reached it. All kinds of things were going through my eleven year old mind. Do dogs eat baby goats? Did she lay on him and suffocate him? Did he starve to death and she just took over his pen? Mama June looked up at me with one blue eye and one brown and then her gaze fell back down to the babies that suckled at her teats. There were four of them. Two of them had the gray and white coloring and were latched on nursing. One of them was a tan color and I remember thinking that was weird for a Queensland, but he suckled along with the first two. The fourth one was black and white and he was p
ushing against his brothers, trying to find a spot to nurse. With poor Frank all but forgotten again, I stuck my hand down in between the second gray one and the funny looking tan one to try and find a spot for the fourth guy. That was when I realized that tan one was Frank. Mama June was feeding him right along with her own pups.
Mama June adopted him and Frank grew and thrived, living his life as a dog. He chased cars. He hated cats. He made a sound that was like a desperate bark, and when he got big enough, he’d wait for me and Luke at the bus stop and he’d jump up and put his little hooves against our chests and we’d greet him with a pat on the head. Old Frank has taught me about acceptance and perseverance and plain old survival. Most of all, he taught me to be who I want to be and fuck the rest of them if they don’t like it.
Me and the boys kept moving that morning until we reached the river. I climbed down off Pete’s back and tied him to a tree where he could get a drink. Frank and his adoptive brothers rolled and played along the muddy bank while I pulled up a rock and stared into the slow moving water. I followed its path up ahead until it passed underneath the bridge. That old bridge has stood in that same spot for decades. When I was a kid, I fished off it with my Daddy and my brothers and when Daddy was too busy to fish with us, my brothers and I would have a raucous game of pooh sticks. It was a good life and the life that I wanted my kids to grow up with. I thought about Bailey again. If I put aside the fact that she was already married…and the fact that she had a mental illness…I was still left with the fact that she was born and raised in the city and she came from a life that I would never know or understand. Maybe her being married is a good thing. Maybe it was what I needed to realize that this thing between us was purely physical and wasn’t ever gonna work.
I sat there for a while, lost in my thoughts. I was dragging my feet. I knew I had to go back and tell Bailey that I’d help her any way I could…but I knew that I wasn’t going to get in the middle of a woman and her husband. It was good that I found out now…I wasn’t all that attached yet. Of course that would turn out to be the biggest lie I ever told myself.