by Ashlee Price
“Don’t worry about that Foster. You are a pretty girl. I doubt many men could tell you no. From what I hear, you are the one telling the gentlemen callers no.”
Foster couldn’t disagree, but it was the one man she wanted that had clammed up and left her hanging. She wouldn’t say that to Karen, but it made her wonder why. “I don’t know what to think of him. I can’t deny that I like him, but I don’t think either one of us is ready.”
Karen waved her off. She didn’t believe that there was a perfect time for anything. “You have to make yourself ready and if I had a face like that Foster, I wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.”
Chapter 9
Trent was distracted, but he picked up the phone when he heard it ringing next to him. “Yeah?”
“Trent?”
Trent sat up a little straighter and pulled the phone away to make sure that it was her and he wasn’t just hearing things. “Foster. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.”
“Well I know we don’t have a lesson until this weekend, but I was hoping that maybe you would like to stop by. I am making dinner and didn’t want to eat alone. Since you have cooked for me, I figure I could return the favor.” She had said it so fast that she wondered if he had even understood her. Every time Foster got nervous she talked like an auctioneer. As the silence drug out, it made her even more nervous. “I mean, that is if you aren’t busy.”
“No, I’m not busy at all. I just didn’t figure I would hear from you, after the way I had acted the last time we talked.”
Foster wasn’t sure if he was talking about the conversation they had had or the one where he had stuttered a few times on the phone before hanging up. Pick one, she thought to herself. But she was the one that had called. Her boss’s words were rolling around in her mind and it was hard not to feel a bit out on a ledge.
“Well I just want to repay your kindness. You are one of the only guys that hadn’t tried to get in my pants since I have been here. The first one to befriend me besides Karen, and I was hoping you would like some stroganoff.”
“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds good. What time would you like me to come over?”
“Anytime. Now is good.” She blushed when she heard the way it had come across. It sounded different in her mind, but there was a sound of desperation in her voice. Clearing her throat, she kind of giggled. “Just whenever, Trent. I am going to get off of here, so I don’t burn the onions. The door is open, just come on in.”
Foster didn’t wait for him to respond, but ended the call. She couldn’t believe she had just done that and her hands and body were trembling. What if he did come? Would it be the time? She pushed the thoughts away and went to the fridge to grab the onions.
When she heard the knock ten minutes later, Foster jumped at the sound. She had told him it was open, but he still waited for her to come to the door and let him in. “Smells good.”
Foster smiled and then remembered the onion cooking in the pan. She really was going to burn the onions if she didn’t go back in there. “Hey, want a drink in here? I am still cooking. I didn’t think you would be so quick.”
“When a beautiful woman invites me over, agrees to cook for me, I am not going to say no.”
“Good to know.”
She turned back and went towards the kitchen, trying to slow down her breathing from him being there so suddenly, his eyes on her. “How was your day?”
“Long.”
Foster could relate, but once again, she couldn’t say what was really on her mind. “I can relate. It liked to have never ended. I swear Karen books appointments like there is two of her.”
He chuckled and relaxed with the safe subject. Trent took his jacket off and asked her where to put it. “Anywhere. I don’t really have an official place. Mine is on the couch.”
Trent set his jacket on top of hers and followed the sound of her voice and the smell into the kitchen. “This is a nice place.”
“Yeah, not my décor. I could never pull this off, so I was thankful to find something furnished already.”
Trent could feel a different vibe in the air and Foster was feeling far better about him that evening. All she really wanted was for him to kiss her again, but she was prepared to play it out if she had to. She had already made up her mind that she was going to have him. Foster just had to convince Trent that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“It looks good. Suits you somehow.”
Foster kind of laughed. “It was the first place that we found that didn’t have cow skulls on the wall.”
Trent looked uncomfortable for a minute. “Not that I don’t like yours of course. It’s okay for a man, but as a woman, it is not really that stylish.” She was putting her foot in her mouth. It was hard for them to see their ways from someone else’s eyes. Trent had lived there his whole life and he actually thought they classed the place up. By the way she had said that, it was clear where she fell on the issue.
“You’re right. I really need a female touch in there.”
“Don’t look at me. I have no eye for that sort of thing. My last apartment back east had white walls because I could never think of the right color.”
“I beg to differ. Your dress is quite becoming.” His eyes took in the tight red dress that made him feel like a bull in heat. She had never really been so fancy before and with the earlier comments, he was starting to wonder if he was the one out of his league. Foster had her mind set on something.
“Thank you. I never really get to dress up anymore. You look good, as always.”
His tight jeans were just close enough to the skin to show off all of his muscles in his thighs. They flexed as he moved around in the kitchen, stirring and tasting everything while she watched him.
“So what happened with you and that call last night? Did you need something?”
Her words reminded him that he was not being very suave about the whole situation. Usually Trent was the one that could take what he needed and move on. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with women, just never more than once or twice. But what was different was the giddy feeling he felt every time he was around her. Trent didn’t feel as in control as he would have liked to have been.
“I wanted something, but then thought against it. Sorry about that.”
“No big deal, it’s just you seem to change your mind a lot. Hot one minute and then ice cold the next.”
He nodded his head. “Yes, that happens sometimes.”
“Does it?”
“Well it does now I guess.”
“So what are you now?”
Trent wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Her face was so innocent looking and her smile was disarming to his senses. “Are you hot or cold?”
“Definitely hot.”
He was so close all of a sudden and she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her lips. There was just something about him and with him there with her, it fooled her mind into thinking he was going to kiss her. She sighed against him as he leaned in, her eyes closing as her lips searched out his.
It was as perfect of a time as any to get over his nervousness. Foster had made the decision for both of them, making the first move because she was tired of waiting for him to do it. His lips were soft against hers, surprised when they were talking one minute and then kissing the next.
Trent didn’t take long to take over, his grip becoming tighter on her arms and his tongue more insistent. Foster had been waiting for that moment and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. He just felt too good and his body crushed against her softness. Pulling back, Trent watched her eyes slowly open.
Foster wanted more and she moved to kiss him again, but he stopped her. “Not here.”
“Then where?”
He chuckled at her impatience. “Don’t you want to turn the stove off?”
Foster looked at it with unseeing eyes and shrugged. “Let it burn.”
Trent went to the stove and turned off the bu
rner. While everything smelled good, he couldn’t think of food. She was moving towards the back of the house and he followed her, quickly catching up before they made it all the way down the hall.
Pushing her against the wall, she giggled. “Now how is this any better?”
Trent’s lips were on hers, silencing anymore thought and soon Foster didn’t care where they were, as long as he didn’t stop kissing her.
Chapter 10
“Wait.”
“I can’t wait anymore Foster.”
His knee was pushed between her thighs, his teeth now nibbling on her shoulder. While her body wanted him more than anything, there was still something holding her back. It was just all happening too fast.
Trent pressed his hard knee harder on her core and she whimpered. They were still standing in the hallway, her back pressed up against the wall. He had her pinned with his body and she believed he had every intention of taking her right then and there. “Trent, please!”
He didn’t know what she was asking, but anything beyond him taking her, was not in his wheel house. Pulling her dress up to her waist, Trent’s hands quickly pushed down the panties that were keeping him from feeling if she was ready or not. She sure felt like she was and Foster gasped as he touched her. “Please.”
Pulling down his own pants after he fumbled with the button and zipper, he couldn’t get out of them fast enough. When he finally did, his erection pushed against her core and she looked down as it pointed at her.
Trent grabbed her leg, pulling it up and wrapping it around his own waist. Foster’s head went back and she couldn’t even remember what it was that she had been trying to say. She could feel his hot head against her weeping core, rubbing and throbbing as her body tensed up in preparation for the intrusion. He pressed a little harder each time he made a sweeping pass and she moaned as the head slid all the way into her.
His own sound was deeper in his throat, sounding to her like a growl. The noise only made her wetter and the extra slickness helped him push in slowly inch by inch. “Look at me Foster.”
Her eyes fluttered and finally opened, but only because he had stopped moving forward and she wanted more. He started to move back out and her insides clenched him, not wanting him to leave her honey hole. She needed more, looking down to see several inches of his shaft that were still dry. “More.”
Trent pushed forward suddenly and her eyes clenched shut as tight as her inner walls collapsed around him. He kissed her lips and then her neck and ear. “Too much?”
She shook her head that it wasn’t, even as her body tried to get a grip on his girth stretching her every inch. “No fuck.”
He chuckled in her ear and slipped the rest of the way inside of her. She had thought that he was done and the last few inches overwhelmed her. “Now?”
Foster was pushed hard against the wall and his arm held her thigh up to open her wide. It was just as well or she may have fallen as her knees weakened with each pulse inside of her. “Yes, oh my God, Trent.”
His tongue flicked at her ear lobe as his hot breath made her shiver. Every move made his thickness feel like it was growing bigger inside of her and she stopped moving all together, trying desperately to get her body adjusted. It had been too long and her tightness was so unused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Please don’t.”
Trent was thankful to hear that, not sure if he would have had the ability to stop, even if he had wanted to. She was killing him, strangling his long length inside of her. As he pulled out again, a small part of her came with, gripping him as if to hold him inside of her forever. How he wished that it was the case. He wanted to feel her lose control, giving him permission to let his own slip for a time.
Pushing back in quicker and fuller, he took her breath away and her grip tightened on his neck. She urged him deeper and as he started to move, she begged him to go faster, pushing her over an edge that she had been on since they met. Calling his name softly in his ear, it got louder as he got faster and her body shook. “Trent, yes, oh I’m coming!”
He felt the flash of fluid on his shaft as he pushed deeper. As her body convulsed, more of her opened up to him and he was as close to her womb as ever before. His need was relentless, as well as his thrusting and soon her hands that clung, were hands that tried to push him away. “Wait, please.”
Trent looked at her eyes that were glazed and he knew why she needed a moment. Pulling out of her, she sighed and her leg moved to the ground as he let go of her thigh. “Let’s get you to bed. You look tired.”
She wasn’t able to keep herself up and he finally had to help her the short distance to her bed. His pants were still around his knees and the both fell onto the bed, giggling for a moment. Then his body was over hers and they both remembered what they had just been doing.
Moving down to kiss her, Trent pushed himself to her opening and started to press back in slowly. She needed to take it slow. Foster was just too tight. She felt like she had not been intimate in a long time and though he wanted to slam into her, pounding her as hard as he could, he knew he had to take it slower for her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, her body opened up to his slow pleasure. “Trent. Yes.”
Her words were unintelligible as her own body started to tighten up below him. So quickly she was starting to tremble inside and too soon was she coming again. It was the final straw for Trent, no longer strong enough to stop himself from drilling forward as hard as he could. She screamed out as he took her as he needed, how he had wanted to from the first time he had seen her delivering before.
Whispering naughty things in her ear, the orgasm lasted until he was losing his own battle with the intense pleasure. Calling out her name, he buried himself deep and grunted. Foster was holding onto him tight and with his hot seed, her body was once again overwhelmed with the penetration. It was just so much.
When he finally moved away, she was still shaking and he laid down next to her, pushing the jeans the rest of the way down his legs. He had not expected it be so…fulfilling. Trent was spent in all ways, but as he looked over at her panting body, Trent knew he wanted more. Foster was a woman that a person could never really get enough of.
“Damn Foster.”
She smiled and nodded her head, feeling the same sentiment. There was nothing to say to fully describe the way she felt right then, but damn. Her body still shook every so often with aftershocks of pleasure. “It had been a really long time, but I don’t think I remember it being that good before.”
Her voice was almost mystified. How could she not have known that it could be like that? What a waste all of the other times felt to her. It had never felt like that with anyone before. “Me either.”
Trent pulled her body to his own. They were both a little sweaty. Foster was still pretty much dressed, but her hair was a mass around her. He hadn’t had the time to take off her clothes and when he started to rectify that, she pushed him away. “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am, but it can wait.”
***
They finally made it to the kitchen and the cold meal that she had to heat up. Trent liked the food, but he was not really tasting it. His mind was already back in the bedroom. “Are you done?”
He looked at her with hope and she shook her head. “No, jeez. You really know how to rush a girl. My whole body is sore. Aren’t you the least bit tired?”
Trent shook his head. He was tired of waiting for her. Not just that night, but she was the first woman to get back into his heart. He had thought his heart was gone after his loss, but now it was back. It was great to feel alive again and he knew that it was because of Foster. All he could do in good conscious was to proceed to thank her over and over again.
“Not at all. I will make sure I go slower for you this time.”
Foster’s face turned beat red and she looked down at her plate. “No one is saying that…”
“Good because as soon as I slide into you, I know that I am going to sl
am you as hard as I can.”
Foster shivered with his words and started to eat a little faster. That seemed to make Trent happy and he didn’t mention the time again. He kept telling himself, reminding himself, that they had all night. Once a cowboy gave away his heart, it was hers forever. Trent wasn’t sure if he was ready for it, but with their first touch, he hadn’t had a choice.
~THE END~
Cowboy’s Kiss
Introduction
Shannon works as a ranch hand on the Fisher ranch, one of the largest horse training ranches in Texas. She loves the work and the Fisher family is the closest thing that she has to an extended family. Shannon can see herself staying there for the rest of her life.
Her whole world changes when Joel Fisher comes home from the service. He’s there to take over from his father, and he starts by changing Shannon’s job title and her living quarters. Her best friend’s brother has a way about him, and Shannon finds herself fantasizing about her boss from the night of his arrival.
One kiss changes everything for her, but Joel pushes her away after making her come alive in his arms. She needs more, but there is something in his past holding him back. Every time she tries to get close, something seems to come between them so they can’t be together.
Shannon refuses to accept that she’s fated not to end up in his arms. Will she be able to find out what his secret is – and if she does, can she help him overcome his demons so that they can finally be together?
Chapter 1: Shannon
“Shannon, did you get everything on your list done?”
I nodded and looked back at father. It was lunch time and I brought him a couple of sandwiches and some tea for lunch. Amber was waiting out back with some towels because there was nowhere else I would want to be right now than at the swimming hole. The sun was scorching and we had breezed through our duties so that we could spend the heat of the day in the cool water. There was an old rock quarry on the Fisher land that had long since filled in. It was nice and cold because of how impossibly deep it was, making it the perfect place for such a day.