Chapter Eighteen
Gentry
Despite what happened only six days ago, I was surprisingly not happy with idea about Krys leaving. It had been a long week, tip – toeing around her. Trying not to be in the way or be an asshole.
And trying to decide whether I am still in love with her. It wasn’t a hard decision. I already knew the answer. Brandon and I had to go into town to get parts for the water de-icers as it was that time of the year again. I walked past Fi’s. I glanced in the window and couldn’t help but grab her a going away gift.
Something simple, a good memory to hold on to or something she would toss on the road side the second she was headed for the airport.
That’s how I ended up sitting on the porch waiting on her. It was five o’eight when I saw her emerge from the horse barn.
She saw me and was hesitant for a step before proceeding.
“Quieting time already? It’s only five.”
“Five o’eight on pay day Friday. The boys laid tracks out of here on the hour.”
“And you’re so casually relaxing out here because?”
“I got you a present. I know you’re not leaving for a couple days but the ranch is empty – thought now is a good a time as ever.”
I slid her the box, Fiona had gift wrapped it all nice and neat. Shiny blue paper with a silver ribbon and bow.
“Can I open it?”
“If you want.”
She sat down next to me on the swing. “Bet you’re ready to be rid of me.”
“Well, it’s been a rough week.”
“No shit.”
“Ed’s right, you don’t have to go. You are welcome here. Always,” the words we’re hard to say but they were true.
Krys picked at the bow. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I need you to know it.”
“My divorce wasn’t that messy.”
I laughed dryly. “The guys Googled it. That’s not true.”
That made her honest, musical laugh ring out. “Messy yes, but not emotionally so. Just with, memories. Regrets.”
“So, Ed’s in town. Carla’s bar. Helping her out like he does most Fridays. We’re supposed to be meet them there by seven-thirty. Carla’s bar has a grill with it. Dinner rush will be fading by eight or so.”
“Sounds good. I’m starved.”
I stared at her long dark brown hair falling out of her pony tail. Her green eyes gleaming. She gave me a half smile and I noticed a stray piece of hay sticking out of her hair. I reached over and picked it out and I could swear she looked ready to blush. Or swing at me. I didn’t know which.
“I’m sorry,” I said almost feeling sick.
“You don’t have to say anything. It was always my fault,” she winced and I gently touched her arm. She was remembering what we had done. What I had done.
“It doesn’t matter what you did – how I treated you. What I said. You never deserved any of that.”
“You said what you felt.”
“I said…” God I wanted to touch her again. Burry myself in her. She was a little dirty. Ranch wear and all but she was beautiful. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and forget ten years worth of missing her.
“I said what I wanted to feel,” I blurted it out.
“But you don’t… hate me?” she looked pained and confused.
“I did – I guess part of me still, maybe. But that doesn’t change other feelings that surpassed… that.” It was the worst way to feel out an ‘I love you.’
It still felt sickening and exhausting thinking that, knowing that, I love her.
I picked up the box and placed it on her lap. “Come on now, you love presents.”
***
“Come on, your birthday is tomorrow. I put my hand over her eyes and walked her towards the back of my folks’ property.
“Tell me what it is!” she squealed.
“You are horrible! You try to ruin all presents.”
“Come here and stand still. Keep your eyes closed.”
I opened the back door to my parents’ garden shed. There was a five foot – by – three foot box wrapped and several smaller boxes placed inside like those Russian dolls, until the last one inside was a small jewelry box. There was no rhyme or reason to the production. But I loved watching the excitement.
She opened the box to the locket. A gold heart with a vine design – simple and beautiful ‘K’. She looked up at me with the biggest smile.
“Open it,” I whispered in her ear. Inside was my name “Gentry” engraved on one side. “’Till I can give you my last name, here’s my first.”
She wiped a happy tear from her cheek and stood up shutting the door and pushing me back into the old dusty couch.
“That’s not why I got you this,” I told her as she pulled her shirt overhead.
“I know. But I want to, I love you.”
And we laid down, melted together and made love for the first time.
***
Krys untied the silver ribbon and ripped into the paper lifting the lid from the box.
“It’s beautiful,” she gently picked up the perfect black shaped felt. She flipped it over to the turquoise and silver band.
“Try it on. Every cowgirl needs a hat. And it’s the only thing you didn’t buy the other day.”
“Thanks,” she chuckled. “That isn’t the right word.”
“It works. Something to remember me, and Mirror Lake by, when you leave.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. There were no tears in her eyes this time. Just a faraway pain. I pulled up her chin, forcing her to look at me and before I could think twice we were kissing. Our lips moved together in the perfect tango. Her tongue tangled with mine and then we both pulled away at the same moment.
“We shouldn’t,” she stared.
“We can’t,” I added.
“Every time we get civilized we get way to civilized.”
I held her hand in mine and put her cowgirl hat on with the other. “Perfect.”
“It fits right.”
“I’m a good guesser.”
I rubbed my thumb over hers. I looked down at our hands and back up into her eyes. “It shouldn’t be this hard.” I didn’t know if I was talking about our situation or my dick.
“Nothing with us has ever been easy.”
“It just hits me at the worst of times. When we get this close I …. Remember. How it felt.”
She stood up and I waited for her to walk away. She put her hand out and I took it. “What are you doing?” I asked.
Chapter Nineteen
Krystina
I told Gentry he would see. In all honesty, I was nervous as crap and winging it more than I had it planned. I led him upstairs. My precious cowgirl hat on my head. We walked into my bedroom ad I shut the door behind us. I pushed him to sit on my bed. I gently took my hat off and set it on my night stand followed by his.
“What are you doing?” he asked and already I saw that look in his eyes. They were going soft and dark but he was questioning it all. With plenty of reason.
I kicked off my boots and easily took off my button up shirt and pulled the under laying camisole over my head leaving me in a dark pink lace bra and unbuttoned my jeans sliding them off my hips to revel a matching lace cheeky panties.
“And how is this a good idea?” Gentry asked.
I slowly straddled him. Me damn near naked and him fully clothed. I placed his hands on my hips and ran them over my ass. I never done anything like I was going to suggest before, let alone be the one to suggest it.
“You still have so much anger with me,” I kissed him and slid off his lap. I hit my knees in front of him and lie myself over his thighs.
“Spank me,” I rushed out before I changed my mind. “Punish me for what I did.”
“Krystina,” he protested.
“Do it. Please.”
He rubbed his hand over my ass and put his other on my back. He had enjoyed punishing me in the barn. My body had loved
it despite my emotions. I wanted to try this. I needed to try this.
In one swift movement he gave me no more than a love pat. He paused waiting for reaction. Then he hit me again, harder. It felt all to amazing. The sting filled me with excitement. I felt myself slicken.
“Harder!” I begged. I felt his dick pulsate against my stomach.
He hit my twice more. Each ‘Smack!’ of flesh on flesh made me gasp. He massaged my ass. It was sore but the tenderness in his touch made me quiver.
“Again! Again!” I cried. “I was bad Gentry. Punish me until you feel better! Until we are even!”
“Does this make us even?” his voice was stern and firm. The voice I had grown adjusted to that he used to bark orders. He slapped me again. “Does this fix it?”
Another slap. “How about this one?”
Tears filled my eyes and suddenly the hand was gone and I was flying threw the air and landing face down on my bed. I could hear Gentry shucking his clothes behind me and groan as he freed his cock.
He grabbed my panties and ripped them from me. In one hand, he unhooked my bra. I slid it off my shoulders and let Gentry rise my ass in the air to him. I prepared for him to enter me from behind. He grabbed my hips and I felt his dick graze my ass. This was easiest for him. Being together this way.
He paused and released me, stepping back. My heart dropped just a little too much at the fear he changed his mind.
Just as quick as he stepped away he flipped me over on my back and was inside me. He ground into me. In and out, rolling his hips. I groaned and bit my lip. He looked down at me. “Don’t be nervous sweetheart,” he kissed me so damn sweetly. With a passion, I could barely recall ever feeling before.
His mouth found my neck while his hips rolled deep. Finding my core in seconds and I pushed against him groaning. It drove Gentry even further. I was shaking him too. He bit my ear lobe and his speed increased. He was close, same as me.
“I don’t hate you Krystina. I’m still in love with you. I never stopped,” he grabbed my hand and held it over my head. He kissed my lips and then he released me, as soon as his lips hit my forehead we both exploded into each other.
Chapter Twenty
Gentry
I gasped for breath as I rolled off Krys and pulled her into my arms. I ran my fingers through her hair and tried to keep my head from spinning.
“That was amazing,” she was as winded as I was. “No, amazing isn’t even the word for it.”
I kissed her forehead again. “I know.”
“Me too,” she whispered as she lie her head on my chest – running her fingers through my sparse chest hairs.
I knew what she meant but I needed the clarity. I had told her in the heat of the moment that I still loved her. And I meant it. “You too what babe?”
“I’m still in love with you. I never stopped. This is the most beautiful feeling.”
I smiled and held her even closer. I ran a hand over her ass. I could feel the welts forming. My heart jumped in my throat. I couldn’t believe I hit her. “I am sorry baby. I can’t believe I did that.”
She propped herself up so as to look me in the eyes. “Do not be sorry Gentry Hollis. Do you hear me? Getting to take out some of your anger on me, to feel that I’m in equal pain.”
“I shouldn’t have wanted you to feel pain – especially pain like mine. Love isn’t that.”
“But it worked. It fixed the sex part as least. And most importantly,” she smiled wickedly.
“Are you enjoying yourself Ms. DeLouch?”
“It turns out I enjoyed being a bad girl. A very, very bad girl.”
I pulled her to me for a kiss and snuggled her back down to me. We were quiet for a long time. Snuggled comfortably under the winter quilt. I felt her starting to relax and melt even further into me. I glanced at my alarm clock. We had already been in bed an hour.
“Don’t fall asleep. We have to leave here in an hour,” I told her.
She groaned. “How important is meeting Ed?”
“Very, we need to celebrate. Me, you, together again.”
“Can’t we celebrate here?”
“Running low on time,” I jumped out of bed and tossed her over my shoulder naked. She giggled and slapped me on the ass.
“Where are we going?”
“Shower. To multi-task.”
“We can’t go down stairs in the nude!” Krys protested.
“There isn’t anyone here to see us.”
I carried her down the stairs and through the kitchen to the bathroom. She was still smiling and giggling. She ran her hand down my chest and kissed me as I sat her down. Pushing her deeply against the sink. I turned the shower on with one hand and picked her up by the ass with the other.
Krys spread her legs for me. I was hard as a rock and needing to be in her. As I grabbed my dick I realized what I was missing.
“Fuck!” I stepped back.
“What’s wrong?” she asked looking panicked.
“I know it’s a little late but, I don’t have a condom down here. I know it’s already been twice. But I’ve never done it before without.”
“Heat of the moment. But I never have either,” she out stretched her arm and showed me a tiny white scare. “Implanted birth control.”
Relief hit me. I just got Krystina back. We weren’t ready for two pink lines.
“Thank God,” our bodies collided again. Mouths smashing together, every touch creating an addiction that was never enough. Never deep enough. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her bare legs around my waist. I carried her carefully into the shower shuddering as the stream of hot water hit our skin.
We untangled ourselves long enough to lather each other with soap. I had been with dozens of women over the years. To many I wasn’t proud of, to many I didn’t remember.
But there was no woman’s body who fit mine like Krys’ did. No one who was addicting to me as she.
I felt the anti-slip pads that out dated me, underneath my feet and secured my faith in the grip. In the next breath, I had Krystina in my arms, pressed against the shower wall and my dick deep in her slick folds.
There was so much I needed to do to her, to worship her. I needed to kiss her, to nuzzle and lick every inch of her. From her lips, to her neck, her perfect tits, stomach and amazing folds of her cunt. But most importantly, I needed to be inside of her. Fingers and tongue just wasn’t going to be the trick right now. I needed to be balls deep.
And I was. Finally, I was. With each thrust I pushed her up the wall. She was sliding up and down. Falling back on my dick squirming, groaning and moaning in my ear. Damn, it was going to be hard to hold on for longer than a few more moments. I was a damn marathon runner in the sack. Minute and a half fucks weren’t my style. But I had spent so long dreaming about burying myself in her that I was never going to last.
I felt Krys’ pussy clench around my dick and her moans turn to all out screams as she came. Good enough. I slammed into her quickly and exploded. I held my grip on her despite my own trembles and slowly lowered her to her feet.
We smiled at each other and I pushed her wet hair out of her face and stepped back into the hot water stream bringing Krys with me.
***
Twenty-five minutes later I walked out of my room dressed for the night. Snapping the pearls on my shirt sleeves I knocked on Krys’ door before opening it. In the short time we had been out of the shower she had done a lot.
Her hair was blown dry and hanging naturally with just a touch of makeup. She wore her new fancy Wranglers, a dark blue long sleeved flowy top tied off with a rhinestone belt, her new “good” boots and a silver and turquoise horse shaped earrings.
She was perfect. I pulled her in for a kiss. When I let her go I noticed the necklace hanging low enough it dipped under her shirt just at the neckline.
“You still have it,” I gently pulled out the locket I had given that night in my parents shed.
“It’s been with me everywhere I’ve gone. Pac
ked in my jewelry box. Just, just in case,” she popped it open. Last time I saw it there was no photo. Now it had a picture of me on the side opposite my name.
“I put it there when you left after I graduated. It’s okay that I wear it? I know what it meant when you gave it to me. What it promised.”
I smiled at her. Feeling like a happy little school boy. I never thought I would feel this way again.
“I love seeing you wear it again.”
She gave me that wicked grin and kissed me. Biting at my lip and making me release a very deep and primal growl.
“As much as I would love to rip into you again, it has to wait until tonight. If we’re late we will never hear the end of it.”
“I can handle some bitching.”
I laughed. My little trailer park princess. “If we are too late, Ed will send someone after us. Our relationship hasn’t been civil. They are likely to think we killed each other.”
“True,” her voice dipped soft and light and it made me even harder.
I pulled her towards the staircase, paused and ducked back into her bedroom and grabbed her hat. I placed it on her head. “Now we match.”
The ride to town was full of her talking about a whole bunch of nothing, laughing, flipping through the radio stations and playing with my free right hand.
“It’s crowded,” Krys remarked as we pulled into the gravel parking lot.
“And Carla prefers it that way.”
We climbed out and I grabbed her hand. She was mine. No one would know the locket was my mark on her. I damn well wasn’t going to let other guys hit on her, and trust me, they were going to want to.
We headed through the front door. There were fifty odd people inside. Some eating at the tables, some throwing darts. The bar was filled up with cowboys belly up and barley legal Brandon, Boots, Ethan and Jake, the cowboy from the Rosethorn party last week, were shooting pool.
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