The Long Ride Home (Cowboys & Cowgirls)

by Danielle Lee Zwissler

  “Oh, God, that feels good.”

  “You taste even better than I thought, Elena,” Holton whispered. His hands moved to her breasts and he squeezed and kneaded them as he moved his mouth down her navel and down into the area between her thighs.

  She gasped as he brought his hands lower. Her breathing was labored as his tongue darted out and licked the sweet spot he had been going for.

  “Oh, Holton.”

  “Mmm, I’ve been waiting forever for this,” Holton whispered. His tongue moved expertly and she started to fall apart in his mouth. “Come for me, Elena.”

  “I want to do this with you,” she tensed.

  “We will, but let me do this for you first,” he whispered. He moved his tongue faster, and then inserted one finger and moved it slowly, up and down and then in and out. Elena’s breathing was rough as she came closer to fulfillment, and just as she was ready to come, Holton moved slowly inside of her. She gasped quickly at the pain and then Holton stopped. He looked into her eyes and what was once tense eased into a seductive dance of pleasure.

  “Oh,” she said, smiling. “I had no idea.”

  “Me either,” Holton replied and closed his eyes. “Me either.” He moved slow as Elena stretched for him. Her hands went down his back and then moved up slowly as she grabbed him tightly and moved her own hips in tandem with his.

  They were both finding their own rhythm when Elena started taking small gasps.

  “Oh, Holton, this feels so good,” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “I am so close, I can feel it.”

  “Yes, baby,” Holton coaxed. “Come with me.”

  Elena felt the start of the tremors run through her as she gave in to the pleasure. At that moment it was only she and Holton. “I love you, Elena.”

  “I love you, Holton.”

  Epilogue

  Nine months to the day of their wedding, Holton and Elena welcomed a beautiful baby girl into their family. Emma Moira Dade. She had bright red hair just like her mother’s and brown eyes like her father’s.

  As they were in the hospital room, hours after delivery, Holton held his daughter in the crook of his arm. He looked down at her and remembered doing the same thing to another woman in this room years before.

  He smiled at his daughter and then looked at his wife. She had a curious look on her face.

  “What are you thinking, Holton?” Elena asked softly as she watched father and daughter.

  “I remember holding you for the first time, Elena. You were just as small as she was. I just turned eight and your mother said it was okay. I was so nervous. You were so fragile and all lacy. Your mom told me your name and I told her that one day I would marry you. She smiled and told me that that sounded good to her. I just remembered that, after all these years. She looks just like you did. Just as beautiful, Elena.”

  Elena had tears streaming down her face just then and she smiled back at Holton. “I can’t believe we have known each other this long. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime, sometimes it doesn’t feel long enough.”

  “I know what you mean. It’s been a long ride home for us.”

  “Yes. I finally feel like I am home now. Thank you, Holton. Thank you for being my family, thank you for loving me, and thank you for being my husband.”

  Holton looked at his daughter and brought her over to his wife and placed her in her arms. “Thank you, Elena, for keeping your promise.”

  The End

  Danielle Lee Zwissler is from rural, Northeast Ohio, where she lives with her family. She has a degree in Music Education from Kent State University, where she met her real life hero and fell in love.

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  Turn to the next page for a bonus short story that has never been seen before!

  Once Upon a Bat:

  A Cinderella Story

  Halloween morning I woke up with the cutest little bat lying on my chest, staring at me with the biggest blue eyes. Before I could scream, it smiled and said, “You know, you’d attract a lot more men if you wouldn’t wear those damned flannel pajamas!

  I scoffed at its reply and threw up the sheets, knocking the nuisance out of my way. “These pajamas are perfectly fine. And, maybe I don’t want to attract any men. Maybe I’m just tired of them. And maybe, I shouldn’t be talking to a bat, in my room! I’m going insane,” I said as I brought my hands up to my temple. I closed my eyes and massaged. “When I open my eyes, you will be gone”

  I opened them slowly…

  “How’s that working for you?” the pest snickered.

  “Ugh, disgusting!”

  “I know…you have a gorgeous body and those pajamas need to be burned!”

  I stuck my tongue out. I knew it was an immature thing to do, but hey, this dream, nightmare, or drunken hallucination wasn’t working… even my psychosis was ganging up on me.

  I looked in the mirror. They aren’t that bad, are they? Yeah, they were awful—blue flannel pajamas with horses all over, grazing in a field, complete with tractors, cows and a few chickens.

  “You know I’m right,” the annoyance said.

  “Yes…so your point is?”

  “You need to get out more. You need to put your hair down, show those beautiful legs of yours, put some makeup on, and you know, accentuate the positives.”

  “Is this really happening?” I looked to my left, cleared my vision once more with both hands, rubbing out the sleep, and then looked forward. Yep, I was talking to a bat. This has got to be the first step of many on becoming my Grandmother, Pearl.

  “Of course it is. Now, why don’t you take those clothes off and we’ll get started?”

  He sounded kind of sexy for a bat, and that was what was troubling me. Next step, insane asylum.

  “Uh, no. You need to get out of here.”

  “No can do; just think of me as your prince charming or your batty grandfather.”

  “Now, I’ve heard everything!”

  “Undress.”

  “No way!”

  “I’ve got all night.”

  “Ugh, at least turn around,” I cried.

  He chuckled just then, and goose bumps formed on my spine and traveled down my arms. I needed to get laid soon, and fast.

  “Ok, fine, I’ll turn around, but I don’t promise to stay turned.”

  “Whatever…just tell me how exactly you are going to help me.”

  “Patience, my dear,” he said, turning slightly, looking over his small wings, and catching a glimpse of my cleavage as I started to unbutton my pajama top. I threw the nearest thing at him: a hairbrush.

  “Watch it!” he yelled.

  “I told you to turn around!”

  “And I told you I would, but I promised not to stay turned!”

  “UGH!”

  “You keep saying that.”

  “You won’t leave.”

  He laughed again. “I’m here for the haul, babe. Now, get some clothes on; we’re going to go shopping.”

  “And how exactly are we going to do that?” They don’t exactly have bat friendly shops.” I laughed at my joke and told him he could turn around. I was wearing a black v neck and khaki pants. He shook his head.

  “You, my sweet, are the only one that can see me…for now. Now, let’s fly out of here. And whatever you do, when we get into the store, just listen…I’ll do the talking, otherwise people will think you’re nuts!

  I had to laugh at that. Although I was already in this dream and having more fun than usual, I was nuts. Certifiable!

  Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the mall. He complained most of the time, talking about traffic, how much more difficult it was to weave in and out of the New York traffic op
posed to flight. If only I weren’t a lowly human, incapable of things such as flying, like a bat, it would’ve been a much more enjoyable experience. Excuse me for living!

  He talked to me the entire time we shopped. It was actually quite fun to shop with a man…I mean…bat. He gave me his opinion on color as well as what would make me look good. He even whistled a few times, which made me blush. I felt incredibly stupid, blushing for a bat, but something about this creature was a rare turn on, which made me rethink my late night drinks. I would have to throw out the vodka, and the rum. Suddenly I heard Johnny Depp’s voice in my head… “Why is the rum gone?”

  After about 45 minutes, he stopped dead in his tracks, dropping to the floor. I gasped.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Wow!”

  “Wow, what? Do I need to do CPR or something?”

  Just then, on the outside of the fitting room, someone knocked. “Ma’am, are you okay? Ma’am, you know there is only one to a room; is there someone in there with you?”

  I shook my head and inhaled; Jake just laughed. “No, I’m fine. On the cell phone, and I know the rules…”

  “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you to it.”

  I could hear her few parting words, “Weirdo and freak”; which I might say, I was thinking myself.

  The bat just looked at me, bright blue eyes and all. “You are breathtaking, perfect for this evening’s party.”

  “What party?”

  “The costume party at the Rainbow Room. It’s your night to be Cinderella.”

  “Me at a costume party?” I turned and looked at the mirror. I was beautiful; he was right. I turned to the left, and I could see myself in the full length mirror; my back looked good as well, strands of pearls cascaded down the bodice of my perfect, blue dress. I looked like something out of a fairytale. The funny thing was, is I don’t even remember trying this particular dress on. I turned to look at him. “Who are you really?”

  He smiled. Two canine-like teeth jutted out, “I told you; I’m your prince charming or batty grandfather.”

  I laughed; “I mean, what do I call you?”

  “You can call me, Jake.”

  “Jake, how did, how are we going to the party this evening? I don’t have tickets or anything. I didn’t even know about it.”

  “Look in your purse,” he said oddly.

  I looked at him, and then turned to get my purse. Right in the opening was an envelope, one invitation. I read the words on the front of the card.

  You’re invited: a night to remember, under the starlit night at the Rainbow Room.

  Costumes, drinks and dinner!

  Meet your Prince Charming

  Don’t be late!

  9 p.m.

  “How did this get here?” I asked. I turned to look at Jake and came up with nothing. “Jake?” I picked up my khaki pants. Where was Jake? I looked in the corner near the side mirror, no Jake; I looked above my head toward the ceiling. He was gone! I felt an empty feeling, which was ridiculous. Jake was gone, if he was ever really there in the first place.

  Arriving home, I put my purchases on my dresser. I thought back to when I was leaving the store sans Jake. The purchases were already paid for by someone else. When I went up to the counter to take care of the dress, the shoes, and gloves were added as well. The woman said a handsome man had come in hours before and told her that a young lady would be purchasing said dress and shoes, and he wanted her to have them as a gift.

  It was such an odd day… First I woke up late, and then I found a bat in my room. Shortly after, I went to the mall to shop with said bat, then lost him after I found an invitation to a costume ball! Then, as if nothing else was weird, I tried to pay for the dress and it had already been paid for! What’s next, a carriage made from a pumpkin and mice turned into coachman? I laughed at the thought as it was already such a ridiculous day. I had to have been dreaming. I tried thinking back to what I ate the night before—whatever it was had to have been good. I don’t think I’ve ever had such fun.

  After what seemed like hours until the party started, I arrived just before the strike of nine. I wore the beautiful, floor length dress with the pearl strung bodice, a choker made of fine pearls and rhinestones, and the white gloves that extended past my elbows. I looked beautiful, and I had a handsome bat, as well as man to thank. As I walked into the party the music that was playing stopped, and a man, whom was devastatingly handsome, strode toward me, hand held out and bowed.

  “I’ve been waiting for what seems all evening.”

  His voice was husky, very soft and with a hint of something familiar; although I had never seen him before, I felt like I’d known him my entire life. Even through the gloves, I could feel the heat from his hand as he pulled me into his embrace.

  “I’m sorry… Do... Do I know you?”

  He smiled a big smile, baring his pristinely white teeth, and started the dance. Dance after dance, and twirl after twirl we moved together, easily as one. It was a magical evening. He wouldn’t answer any questions; he just moved me along the floor in his arms as if I’d been there a million times before.

  As the clock chimed near the end of the party, he moved toward the large double doors that I walked into when I first arrived. It felt like it was just me and him there alone, but there were a lot of people dressed in costumes and ball gowns alike. Many wore masks; the man In front of me wore a black tuxedo with tails, and shiny black leather shoes.

  “Come with me.”

  “But I don’t even know your name.” It didn’t matter really, as the night was so wonderful; he was a great dancer, absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous, and dressed impeccably.

  This made me think of the “bat” from earlier. It was odd that he would come up at a time like this. I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I’ve met someone else, but, I’ve had a wonderful time.”

  He looked stunned as I ran from the room, leaving a few pearls behind.

  Later that evening, as I lay in my bed contemplating the night’s festivities, I thought of Jake. I couldn’t remember a time where I had so much fun; however it seemed wonderful, he was still not a human. Go figure, I fall in love for the very first time, and it’s with a bat!

  I shook my head and started to laugh. I laughed so hard that I started to cry, and that’s when I felt the jab in my side. I opened my eyes to see Jake sitting on the bed—waiting, very impatiently for me to notice.

  I gasped. “Jake! What are you doing here?”

  “That seems to be the question of the night. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the party?”

  I shook my head. “Oh…I feel so stupid!” I crammed my head in my pillow and started to cry,

  “Now why would you ever feel like that?”

  “You are never going to believe this!”

  “Try me.”

  “I went to the ball tonight and met the sexiest man I have ever seen, danced with him the entire night, and I’ve never felt that close to anyone in my life. It felt so good to be held; it felt like I’d known him forever…then, I left!”

  Jake laughed. “Why on earth did you leave then?”

  “Because, and here is the odd part, I’ve already fallen for someone else!”

  He shook his head. “That was unexpected!” He turned away, looking sad and then started to fly.

  I snapped my head up. “Don’t go! Where are you going?”

  “You don’t love him.”

  “No, I…this is so weird. I love you!”

  He stopped and turned to face me. “You love me?”

  “Yes.”

  I put my head in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably. This was the most whacked out dream I had ever had. I felt the poke in my side again, and then looked up. It was him! The guy from the dance! My eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m Jake.” He took my hands in his and leaned toward me for a kiss. “I love you, too.”

  Eight hours later, I woke up with an arm around me and a
smile on my face. That was definitely the oddest dream I had ever had. And as always, the man of my dreams was the love interest. It didn’t matter if I was awake or asleep; my husband, Jake, was always on my mind. I turned toward him and kissed him on the nose.

  “Mmm…What was that for?”

  “That’s for always being there!”

  “I love you, Princess.”

  “I love you, too, my Prince Charming.”

  Jake sat up and grinned down at me before helping me up. “What in the world are you wearing?”

  “What?” I asked as I looked down, noticing the goofy flannel pajamas that I was wearing in the dream. I closed my eyes and then looked back at Jake. “Remind me to get rid of the rum!”

  I hoped you enjoyed my short story! This was one of the first stories that I have ever written. It was part of a short story contest. I never turned it in…sometimes I wonder.;)

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