Reverse Cowgirl

by Chance Carter

  He pulled back and stared at her, his feelings completely transparent, an expression of joy mixed with utter relief. She giggled and kissed him again.

  “I was starting to think you might not come,” Gage admitted, pulling her under his arm as they got back in line.

  “Well, you didn’t make it easy. Why didn’t you just sign your damn note?” Nora scolded playfully, staring up at him in mock frustration.

  “What do you mean? I thought you would know it was from me. I told you I was going to New York to meet my agent after the final game of the season. To talk about my retirement,” he chimed in, stopping when he noticed her shaking her head. “No? I didn’t mention that?”

  He released a good natured belly-laugh, pulling her closer. She returned his laughter with a quiet chuckle of her own, the misunderstanding suddenly irrelevant.

  “Tell me later?” he inquired cautiously, no doubt concerned about Leo.

  “Yes,” she nodded, patting the hand he had draped around her shoulder.

  “He’s okay, everything is okay,” she assured, understanding that Gage needed to hear the words.

  “Perfect,” he breathed, kissing the top of her head. “Now about those panties.”

  “Uh-huh,” Nora admitted, looking up at him seductively, her heart bursting with love for him, “ready to fly the friendly skies with you, sir.”

  “God, I love you,” he gushed, leaning down for another smooch.

  “I love you, too,” Nora whispered softly against his lips, just before accepting his kiss.

  EPILOGUE

  “He’s beautiful,” Leo whispered, trying not to wake the baby in his arms.

  Nora looked up and smiled at him sweetly from her hospital bed, enjoying the tender moment.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Caleb Leonardo Cooper,” Gage offered proudly, gazing at his new son in Leo’s arms.

  “No shit, really?” Leo gushed quietly, smiling back and forth between Nora, Gage and Dana.

  “Yeah, buddy, do you like it?” Gage asked, slipping his wife’s hand in his own.

  Leo nodded, “Yes, it suits him! Maybe when he grows up he will be just like me. I’ll teach you everything Zio Leo knows about the ladies. Yes, I will,” he babbled, talking baby talk to the bundle of joy in his arms.

  “Oh, hell no!” Nora teased, holding out her arms for the baby. “Give me my son before you corrupt him,” she laughed.

  “No, give him to me,” Dana insisted, stepping around Gage. “It’s Auntie Dana’s turn!”

  Leo gently passed the baby to her, but not before kissing his forehead tenderly.

  “When do you think you’ll be on your feet again?” Leo asked Nora curiously, an impish smile on his face. “Like ready to party?”

  Nora rolled her eyes and chuckled, shaking her head at Leo.

  “Not sure we’ll be partying much now that the wee lad is here,” Gage advised, sitting on the bed beside Nora.

  “Not even if it’s to dance at my wedding?” Leo asked suggestively.

  “What!” Nora exclaimed loudly, momentarily forgetting her sleeping child. “You asked Lori to marry you?”

  “Congratulations, Bro!” Gage stood up, shaking his friend’s hand, genuinely happy for him.

  “I sure did! We’re tying the knot the Saturday before Christmas,” Leo explained, looking at Nora with a wide grin.

  She couldn’t have been happier for him. Lori was an absolute gem.

  “That’s awesome, Leo. You’re a lucky man!” Dana congratulated, rocking baby Caleb gently in her arms. “Lori is perfect for you!”

  “Without a doubt,” Leo agreed. “Do you think you and Sam can fly back from New York for the wedding?”

  “Actually,” Dana said, keeping her voice hushed for the baby, “I have news of my own.”

  “What is it?” Nora asked, looking curiously at her sister, and hoping it was the good news she wanted to hear.

  “We’re moving back this way permanently. I’m expecting Caleb’s cousin in six and a half months,” Dana blushed, meeting her sister’s eyes.

  “For real?” Nora cheered, holding her arms out towards her twin.

  The sisters hugged each other tightly, mindful not to squish the baby.

  Leo pulled Gage to the side, and gave him a hug, a genuine, heartfelt bro to bro embrace.

  “I’m happy for you, man,” Gage offered, holding his friend close. “I love ya.”

  “I know, me too,” Leo agreed, chuckling softly. “Be my best man?”

  “You know it.” Gage assured, catching his wife’s eyes over Leo’s shoulder, his heart swelling with pride.

  Nora smiled back at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Things were unfolding just as they were meant to, and she was a sucker for a happy ending.

  Wet

  CHANCE CARTER

  CHAPTER 1

  KANE

  Diary Entry

  I want to make you wet.

  The best way to make you wet is with my mouth. Specifically, my lips and tongue.

  I’d lay you back on my bed, strip you naked, and slide my hands slowly up your legs. The sensation of my fingers lightly grazing your bare skin would cause a tingle. Instinctively, you’d open your legs. You’d close your eyes, arch your back, and let out a long sigh as you felt the warmth of my breath on your pussy.

  Very softly, I’d blow on it, just enough to let you know I was there. I’d reach up and put my hands on your breasts, squeezing your nipples in my fingers, and softly kiss the lips of your pussy. A woman has two places on her body where you can make out with her, the lips of her mouth and the lips of her pussy. I love making out with both.

  I’d touch my lips against yours, gently kissing your pussy, squeezing your nipples, before finally letting you feel the wet, soft, warmth of my tongue. My tongue would slide between your lips, entering you, and slide as far in as I could reach. Your moan would tell me I’m on the right track. Your legs rising up, your ankles resting on my shoulders, would tell me you wanted more.

  I’d let my tongue curl and twist inside you, before sliding it up over your clit.

  God, I love your clit. Your clit is like the tongue, and I’d let my tongue dance with it as I embraced you. I’d play with your folds, suck on them, softly massage them with my lips and tongue. I’d make you moan my name.

  Do it now.

  You know my name.

  You know I want to hear it.

  Moan my name as you imagine my mouth making out with your hot, delicious, beautiful, soaking wet pussy. It’s working, isn’t it? Admit it. You’re wet already. I’m not even there. I’m a million miles away, and already the thought of my warm, pink tongue is making you wet.

  I’m sliding in and out of you. I’m sucking up your juices, relishing your secret, precious taste. I’m swallowing.

  Your legs clench, your thighs tighten around my head, and you reach down to the back of my head and push me in deeper. You want me in there. A place you hold so sacred. So private. The place you guard more closely than any other. You want my mouth in there, drinking you, relishing you, sliding in and out of you.

  You squirm and writhe on the bed as the pleasure builds. You feel my mouth move from your clit, my tongue sliding deep into your pussy, and then sliding down beneath you to your ass. I slide my tongue over the muscle of your anus and make you blush with embarrassment. You can’t believe I’m there. You can’t believe I’m doing this to you.

  I lift your butt off the bed to get better access, and push my tongue into your butt.

  You moan my name.

  Then I slide my finger into your butt as my tongue slides back into your pussy.

  “Oh, God,” you moan. “I’m cumming.”

  You’re soaking wet now. My face is covered with saliva and your juice. I slide my entire face against your clit and feel a spasm of pleasure rush through your body, starting at the core of your being and flowing through your muscles like an electric pulse.

  “I’m cumming,” you cr
y again, and I smile.

  I know if I make you cum, if I make you cum on my face, that you’ll be mine forever. My property. My woman.

  And you’ll never be able to say no to me.

  I feel your orgasm on my face, the pulsing of your muscles, the contractions in your body, and when you finally cry out my name, I know you’re in a state of pleasure that will leave you completely powerless against me.

  You’re defenseless now.

  You’re all mine.

  And I can do whatever I want to you.

  I can cum in you.

  I could cum in your mouth and you’d swallow me.

  I could cum on your breasts and you’d beg for more.

  I could rub lube over your asshole, slide my finger in and out of you, and when you were finally ready to take me, I could push my hard, firm, cock into your ass and make you scream with pleasure.

  But that’s not what I want.

  What I want is to cum in your pussy. I want to cum without a condom, not knowing whether my orgasm will make you pregnant with my child or not.

  I want to pour my cum inside you, all the way deep inside you, to a place where no man’s cum has ever reached before. I want you to feel me flowing inside you. And I want you to wonder if maybe I made you pregnant. Because then, you’ll really be mine.

  As soon as I feel your orgasm subside, I get up and strip off all my clothes. Your beautiful eyes look up at me and take in my full, naked body for the first time. You take in my chest, my abs, the patch of hair that leads down toward my cock.

  When you see my cock, your eyes grow wide. I know you’ve never seen anything so big, so dangerous, so dominating. I’m fully erect, practically throbbing with anticipation for what I know is coming.

  I look down at your pussy, warm, and soft and soaking wet.

  “You ready?” I ask.

  You nod but don’t say a word.

  I climb onto the bed and grab your legs, pulling you up against me and putting your ankles on my shoulders. I look down at you. You’re begging me with your eyes to slide in.

  I touch the lips of your pussy with the hard, swollen head of my cock. Your eyes beg me to fill you.

  As I thrust forward, I pull you into me, sliding myself into your pussy, all the way to the shaft. You gasp in pleasure and delight, never having felt anything so big inside you before.

  I grab you by the hips and hold you in place while I slide out, then pull you against me again as I ram back into you. I do this over and over, each thrust getting me deeper inside you, each forceful movement bringing me closer to the point of climax.

  I look into your eyes.

  “I’m going to cum in you,” I say.

  You’re shocked. You have no idea what to say. You didn’t expect that.

  But you’re eyes tell me you want it as badly as I do.

  With every ounce of my strength, I thrust all the way to the core of your body, and my cock explodes in pleasure. My cum pours out of me and into you, linking us, body and soul, for eternity.

  I’ll never be able to let you go now. You’re mine for life, and if I ever lost you, I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to live. As my cum flows into you, I know I love you. I know I want you forever. I know I want you to have my baby.

  CHAPTER 2

  MEADOW

  I slammed my car into reverse, pulled down the driveway of my overpriced suburban mansion, and skidded onto the street with a screech of rubber. For a second I considered speeding back down the driveway and slamming into my husband’s Porsche. Really ramming it. That would teach him.

  But I didn’t. I took a deep breath, passed the four motorcycles parked side by side at the end of the driveway, and drove off without looking back.

  My hands gripped the steering wheel like I was holding onto it for dear life. I drove erratically, too fast, tearing around corners. If I didn’t calm down I was going to cause an accident.

  The radio was playing some sad, girl-loves-boy, girl-loses-boy song. It was the type of song that normally would have had me crying in seconds.

  But I was done crying. I was sick and tired of being sad, and frankly, I don’t think I had any tears left in me.

  I changed the station.

  Taylor Swift? Nah.

  Commercials.

  Commercials.

  Justin Bieber? Sorry, no. This wasn’t the time for adolescent angst.

  I hit the next preset.

  Respect, by Aretha Franklin? Fuck, yes.

  I cranked up the volume, opened the sunroof, grabbed my sunglasses and slid them on as I drove out of Palo Alto, screaming, “R-E-S-P-E-C-T, FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME,” at the top of my lungs.

  The song ended as I merged onto the freeway. Some song I didn’t recognize came on next and I turned the volume down. It was in that moment, once the distraction of Aretha was gone, that I realized I had no idea where I was going. I had no plan, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.

  All I knew was that I wanted to keep on driving and never go back. It had scarcely been five minutes since my marriage evaporated before my eyes, but already I felt more free, more myself, than I ever had with that asshole of a husband.

  Then I had my second realization. My spur of the moment road trip meant I had packed nothing and all I had with me was my purse.

  Ugh.

  The stupid Coach purse Matt gave me after one of our many fights.

  I grabbed it and tossed it on the backseat, out of my sight.

  I couldn’t remember what that fight was about, but I did remember the loveless look on his face when he handed me the expensive gift. He was one of those men who thought he could solve any problem, no matter how serious, by spending money.

  After a while, each expensive gift just hurt me more. It was never thoughtful, I don’t even like Coach. It was just his way of trying to shut me up.

  The truth was, I didn’t need expensive gifts. All I needed was a husband who loved me. And that was the one thing Matt could never give. I finally knew it for certain.

  My attention was drawn to the dashboard when the empty gas light turned on. So much for smooth sailing into my new life.

  Luckily, there was a gas station a few minutes down the road.

  I pulled up to the full service pump and asked the attendant to fill the tank with premium gas. I got out and opened the backdoor to grab my purse and headed into the convenience store. I took my time walking around and picked up a few snacks. Cracker Jacks, Bits ‘n Bites and a bag of Sour Patch Kids.

  Don’t judge. I never denied being an emotional eater.

  There was a display at the end of the aisle with sunglasses, hats and beach bags. I looked through the bags and found one on the smaller side with a few pockets and lots of color. I grabbed it and made my way to the checkout.

  The young girl working at the cash register smiled when I put down all the snacks. Not in a judgmental way, but in an, excellent choice kind of way. We both laughed as she scanned them through. I reached for my purse and remembered about the gas.

  “Oh and whatever it came to at pump six.”

  I lifted up my Coach purse and dumped the contents on the counter. The girl looked at me like I was crazy. I started transferring all my stuff into the new bag.

  “Why on earth are you taking your things out of that amazing Coach purse and putting them into this cheap gas station bag?” she asked.

  “Hah, yeah, I guess it does seem a little strange. I think I’ve finally come to the realization that money and fancy things aren’t the most important things in the world. But, I think I’ll still hold onto my Vogue sunglasses for now,” I said with a smile.

  We laughed again and I put the Vogue case into my new purse. She told me the total and I tapped my credit card to pay.

  I’d seen that same girl working at that rest stop every day for two years. She was a sweet girl. Always friendly, always helpful. I didn’t know anything about her but always assumed she was putting herself through college with the gas station
paychecks.

  “Here. You’d look amazing with a Coach purse,” I said, holding it out to her.

  “No way. I can’t accept that. It’s far too expensive. I don’t deserve it,” she said, taking a step back and raising her hands in protest.

  “You do deserve it,” I said. “You deserve the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

  I handed her the purse and gave her a look that made it clear I meant it. She reached out and took it, still unsure if she was doing the right thing.

  “Thank you so, so much,” she said.

  “You’re so, so welcome,” I said and walked back to my car.

  I could hear her squealing behind me as I left. I turned back and saw her holding it up like a winning lottery ticket, showing it to the other kid who worked the counter with her. He clearly didn’t have the same appreciation for purses she had but it made me happy to see her so excited.

  I grabbed the keys from my new, gas station purse and got back into my Lexus. The luxury Lexus Matt had also bought me.

  It was one of the many gifts I received after I told him I knew he’d been cheating on me for years.

  Big fight, big gift. That’s the way it was in our marriage.

  But with this gift he’d also dangled the promise of a family, our own baby some day, on the condition I didn’t leave him. He even went to the trouble of installing a car seat in the back.

  But I never did get the baby.

  I hated that I was driving a car he’d paid for but honestly, I wasn’t ready to give that away too. My high principals had their limit, and I’m a practical girl. I needed this getaway vehicle.

  But I hated what it stood for with a passion. I still had no idea what my destination was, but the ocean was calling my name. I merged back onto the highway and continued south.

  The sun was setting over San Jose and I put my car into cruise control. I turned the radio back on, turned the volume up to full and took a deep breath.

  New life, here I come.

  CHAPTER 3

  MEADOW

  By the time I reached the Pacific Coast Highway, it was pitch black out. I’d been driving a little over three hours and had completely escaped the glow of city lights. My high beams were all that guided me along the curving road.