Feeling like a limp noodle, she sat back down. Grace caught her eye and gave her a wink and an exaggerated sigh of relief. Angel hugged her and said, “That’s how it’s supposed to look. That was a good ride, all eight seconds. I’ll bet he tells you later that ride was for you.”
“Wow,” she said feebly. “That was amazing.”
The arena broke out in wild applause a second later when his score flashed on the scoreboard. Ninety-one point five. Everyone from the Divine Creek Ranch leapt to their feet, cheering and hollering.
Down on the dirt in the arena, Joaquin did a triumphant fist pump and looked up in the stands. Teresa waved and blew him kisses, and his face glowed with happiness as he blew a kiss back to her before sauntering from the dirt floor of the arena, his chaps waving and flapping with each movement.
“Daddy rode that bull good, huh, Mommy?” Michael said, his eyes glowing with excitement.
Two more riders took their turns, finishing out their eight seconds, but with less stellar scores.
Michael turned to Teresa. “Mommy, I need to use the potty.”
Angel offered, but Teresa assured him they would be fine, and she led Michael from the stands. He had, of course, worn his full cowboy outfit. Hat, bandana, plaid shirt, denim vest, jeans, belt, chaps, spurs, and boots. Several friendly people called congratulations out to her as she hurried him to the potty. Like any other red-blooded American boy that age, he’d waited until the last second to tell her he needed to go. She hurried him into the restroom as he hummed desperately. She helped him with his chaps and then let him do his thing.
“Holy guacamole! Ay! Chihuahua!” he exclaimed as he tinkled. She doubled over trying to hold in her laughter.
Teresa heard the scuffle of several pairs of boots approaching outside. A dulcet, sexy voice said in a steely tone, “Oh, no you don’t, Judith. Why can’t you leave well enough alone? You’ve had him, and now he’s off the market.”
An angry-sounding, whiney voice replied, “Don’t act all high and mighty with me, Gwen. Seems I recall it was you going back to the hotel with him at Christmas. You’re not going to dictate to me what I can or can’t do. It’s not fair, and it’s not right that she claims them both. I’m giving her apiece of my fucking mind.” Teresa felt chills go up her back. Thankfully, Michael was singing to himself, unaware of the exchange taking place outside the ladies’ room entrance.
“Oh, no, you’re not, potty mouth. Turn around. See? We’ve been keeping an eye on you and your group of cohorts from backstage. Joaquin knew her little boy would need the potty sooner or later, and we knew you all would try something if everyone was distracted. Mmm-mmm, what a shame. Look at all those prime, single, available cowboys watching all of you make asses of yourselves. We had our chance, and he made his choice. As to whether or not she claimed both of them, that’s none of your business. Hmm,” the unknown voice chuckled before continuing, “interesting how fast your friends scatter, Judith.”
“It ain’t right!”
“And you’re such a good judge of what’s wrong and right. Puh-lease! Go find another man, and leave them alone.”
The whiney voice growled something, which Teresa was glad she couldn’t understand, and evidently walked away.
The rest of the exchange had been clearly audible, but thankfully, Michael had not paid any attention as he sang “Big Green Tractor” while he finished his business. Boot heels made soft, leathery sounds as a beautiful woman in her early thirties came slowly around the cinder block partition that formed a privacy barrier to the outer concourse. She was blonde and dressed in jeans, royal-blue western shirt, cowgirl hat, big silver buckle, and boots. When Teresa saw the blonde’s reflection in the large mirror, she realized the young woman had a numbered placate pinned to the back of her shirt. The barrel-racer girl.
“You okay in here?” she asked, sincerely smiling at Teresa. Teresa nodded silently as the woman continued, “We’ve been watching out for you. Joaquin’s helping at the chute, but he saw you leave the stands with your little boy and got my attention. I saw how the girls were acting toward you earlier and overheard some things they were saying. I got over here as fast as I could.” She grinned as Michael exited the stall while zipping up then she squatted down. “Well, hey, little-mister-cowboy-man. You riding tonight?”
Michael smiled and went right up to her, giving her a high five. “No, ma’am. I’m a little too little, just yet. But Joaquin and Angel are gonna teach me how. You rode the barrels real good earlier. Shootfire, you’re fast, pretty cowboy lady!” he said and smacked his hands together in a sliding motion. Teresa definitely detected an exaggerated version of Angel and Joaquin’s Texan twang in his speech.
Then he did something that shocked Teresa and the girl both. Giving the young woman a twinkling, flirtatious grin, he put his arms around her neck and hugged her.
“Well, thank you, little-mister-cowboy-man.”
He allowed her to lift him as she stood up, holding him on her left hip before handing him to Teresa. They looked at each other and had to laugh. Just like that, a friendship was born.
The cowgirl put her hand to her blushing cheek and said, “Oh, you so can tell he’s been hanging around Joaquin and Angel. The women are going to be defenseless against that charm. I’m Gwen Henderson, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand, which Teresa shook. Teresa couldn’t help but take a liking to the girl.
“Congratulations on your performance in the barrel racing. Looks like you’re going to win it.”
“Well, it’s not over yet. Those other riders may do better tomorrow night. We’ll see. I apologize that you had to hear that confrontation. I thought that it was better to stop them before they got in here, especially with the boy around. You probably heard more than you wanted to, though,” Gwen said, averting her eyes as a rosy blush stole over her cheeks.
Teresa patted her forearm. “The past is the past. Joaquin thought it best that I know a little of his ‘prolific’ history so I would be prepared for tonight. He and Angel warned me about those women and that they are…territorial. I appreciate you stopping those girls. Little cowboys don’t need to know about all of that,” she said as she helped Michael wash his hands in the sink.
They exited the bathroom together, and Gwen chatted with her for a few more seconds, walking her back to the spectator stands. Michael went to Gwen, and she squatted down to him.
“Good luck tomorrow night, pretty cowboy lady. I’ll be cheering for you,” he said and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, batting his eyelashes and flashing his twinkly-eyed grin again.
Gwen hugged him and pecked his cheek. Still squatting, she said, “I’ll see you on the back of a bull one of these years, little-mister-cowboy-man. I’ll be cheering you on, too. Take good care of your mama.”
“Yes, ma’am. I will,” he said and tugged on his hat.
She rose and said, “Congratulations, Teresa. Thanks for not holding the past against me. He deserves a good woman like you. They both do. See you later.”
“Thanks for watching out for us, Gwen. We’ll be cheering for you tomorrow night.”
“Thanks!” she called as she sauntered away, a big smile on her face.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Adam Davis strode down the concourse, locating Gwendolyn easily in the thin crowd. The spectators in the stands roared with laughter and applause at the rodeo clowns’ comedic antics.
“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay with Teresa?”
Adam had been helping Joaquin when Joaquin happened to look up into the stands and saw Teresa helping Michael down the aisle to the exit. They had been keeping an eye out for her after the other girls made it clear that they resented her presence there. Gwendolyn looked triumphant and a little smug.
“Yeah. You were doing right to keep an eye on Teresa. A whole shitload of buckle bunnies were ready to go in the ladies’ room after her. Seems they think that it’s unfair she claims both handsome Martinez men.”
Adam scoffed. �
��I was there Christmas night, Gwen. From the looks of things, it was more like they claimed her.”
“She’s beautiful. And that little cowboy of hers! Dayum! You can tell who he’s been hanging around. He’s gonna be just like all the other men from the Divine Creek Ranch. Chivalrous, handsome, and flirtatious. Speaking of chivalrous, thanks for coming to check on me, but I had them in hand.”
“We should have sent reinforcements with you. I hope those gals are not going to be a problem every night.”
“Probably best to escort the ladies when they’re in the concourse. Those gals wanted blood with little Michael nearby. I want to go slap them all now,” she said, getting herself worked up all over again.
Adam grinned at her. “Wow, you’re a little bloodthirsty. I’m sure Joaquin and Angel will keep an eye on Teresa from now on.”
“You should probably escort your wife, as well, Adam. Wait till the bunnies get wind that she’s claimed the three of you. Life’s not fair to the loose and slutty, I guess.” She laughed with him as they headed back to the area behind the chutes.
* * * *
Joaquin groaned loudly as he settled his aching body into the tub of hot water Teresa had drawn for him and dissolved Epsom salts into. He groaned again as he sank down, submerging himself to his chin. The heat soaked into his sore muscles, and he let out a sigh of relief.
“Feels good,” he murmured before he slipped under the water’s surface, his long hair floating in the water around him. He came back up, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. Teresa sat down on the toilet seat as Joaquin sank under the water again, smiling at him when he opened his eyes as he emerged.
He sighed as he sat against the sloped backrest of the Jacuzzi tub and grinned back. “Care to join me, sugar?” he asked in a husky drawl.
Teresa grinned and said, “You’re incorrigible. Don’t you think you should rest?” The words were coming from her mouth, but he didn’t think she really believed them. Her gaze strayed down his body like a caress he could actually feel.
“I consider baths to be very restful and a bath with a sexy woman particularly regenerative. See? I’m feeling like a new man already,” he said playfully, gesturing to his rapidly hardening cock. “Michael’s already in bed, and there’s plenty of room in this tub.”
“Not really,” she replied doubtfully, but he noted the look of longing in her eyes. She was definitely coming in the tub tonight. Literally.
“When we build the new house, we’re going to get you an even bigger tub, one that will hold all three of us.”
“Promise?” she asked, blushing as he turned up the high beams on his charm.
“Of course. Please? It’s lonesome in here without you,” he cajoled, aches and pains all forgotten. He chortled happily when she stood up, slipping out of her blue jeans. “That’s my girl. I’m feeling better all the time.” He palmed his cock, stroking lightly as she lifted the hem of her top, revealing her transparent, black lace bra beneath.
His cock grew heavy and twitched in his hand. Damn, he loved that bra. It was black but sheer, so he could see every detail of her breasts. The underwire was disguised by a wide band of pretty lace as if it were offering her breasts up to be worshipped. She blushed again as she watched him stroke his cock.
Quickly pinning up her hair, she removed the bra and her black lace thong and stepped carefully into the hot water, sighing luxuriantly. He loved the sight of her pretty waxed pussy.
“It got chilly sitting in the spectator stands all evening. The hot water feels so good,” she crooned as she carefully sat down and laid her calves outside of his, easing back against the other end of the bathtub. She sighed as he caressed her little feet, massaging her arches, enjoying the delicate feel of the little bones and tendons beneath her skin. After strapping himself onto nearly a ton of raging bull, she felt even more precious to him, her dainty feet like the finest china in his hands.
Teresa gasped when he gently tugged her toward him in the tub. He pulled her over him in the water as he slid down a little until she was straddling his hips, his pulsating cock pressed against the satiny flesh of her pussy. She splashed a little as she moved closer over him, bringing her knees farther forward. He’d never grow tired of the feel of her hot, silky cunt pressed to him. Never.
His eyelids slid closed in pleasure, and he moaned as she moved against him, saying, “I thought you were amazing tonight. So strong and in control. I was proud of you, proud to be yours,” she murmured as she kissed his chest above the water line.
“You about bowled me over, blowing me kisses and whistling like that.” He swirled hot water over her and stroked her back and ass. “I gave that bull every bit I had just for you.”
She rubbed her breasts against his chest and giggled when he growled softly.
“Joaquin, when you get off of each bull safely, that’s what you’re doing for me. So tomorrow night will be the same routine?”
“Pretty much,” he murmured, pressing against her as his hands swept over her ass. He needed inside of her more than he needed to breathe at the moment. “How about you raise up a little bit there, where you’re rubbing so sweetly, slide down, and take a little ride of your own?” he asked, watching as the flames of lust lit in her eyes at his sultry words.
Biting her bottom lip, she slid forward against him in the water, brushing his lips with hers, before sliding back when he flexed his hips. His cock obligingly bobbed up, positioning the very engorged beast at her slick entrance. They both groaned as her wet heat enveloped him tightly. She pulled up and slid down again, farther along his hard length each time.
“We’re going to flood the bathroom, sloshing water everywhere,” she said then moaned as she undulated sexily, seating him to the hilt and smiling when he groaned loudly in bliss.
“Not if we move nice and slow, sugar. That feels so good right now.”
“Does it?” she asked, grinding her hips against him, swirling her pussy around the base of his cock over and over, and drawing a deep moan from him.
With her face tucked against his throat, she whispered, “Have I told you lately how much I love your long, thick cock inside me? I adore every irresistible inch. A perfect fit.”
His heart pounded in his chest at her words, keeping time with the throbbing in his cock as he slid inside her slick pussy with her movements. He slid his hands over her back and down to the delicious curve of her ass, squeezing gently.
“Thank you, sugar. Your snug little pussy feels like I’m sliding into hot, slippery satin. I want to stay inside you forever and just feel you move against me. Mmmm, like that. Yeah.” He sighed deeply as she moved over him in a slow, grinding circle again. Joaquin felt her pussy slip against him as her body released another rush of honey, and he knew she must be enjoying his whispered words.
Enjoying the little shuddering moan that escaped her lips, he thrust into her in small, insistent movements. Teresa moved with him, lightly tugging on his cock with her sexy, sensuous body, the hot water swirling around them. He kept his movements small and allowed her to move on him at her own unhurried pace.
He groaned in pleasure, encouraging her with more whispered erotic words as her pussy drew tighter on him, a sure sign she was about to come.
Joaquin let her have her way, watching as she moved gracefully over him. Teresa looked down at him, her eyes filled with rapture, her pussy rippling intensely around his cock. She threw her head back and bucked her hips against his, grinding her clit at the base of his cock. Her breath came in little staccato, high-pitched pants as she finally gave into her orgasm, a heartfelt moan rushing from her lips.
He growled approvingly as her pussy pulsed and contracted around him in caressing waves, timed with the undulations of her hips. After she finished, she fucked him in graceful, fluid strokes, gazing languidly in his eyes and leaning down to kiss him.
Joaquin swept his hands over her ass in a caress. She shuddered, which made her pussy clench on his cock again. He slid his fingers d
own the cleft of her ass, and she moaned again as he pressed a fingertip to her asshole. He massaged the tight ring of muscles, and her body responded by flexing and tightening on his cock.
Encouraging her as her eyes lit once again with the promise of an orgasm, he growled deeply and whispered erotic, naughty things to her as the second wave overtook her. This time, the tightening pulses of her coming pussy pulled him under with her, and the wave of ecstasy shot down his spine as his release streamed into her pulsing cunt.
After they’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from every last surging wave, he drew her to him tightly as they both caught their breaths. Damn it felt good to hold her against him like this, so warm and yielding. Her breath tickled in the hairs on his chest, and he sighed at the feel of her fingertips lightly caressing his back in the hot water.
Teresa shivered lightly, and he remembered that the half of her not pressed to him was exposed to the cool air while he was engulfed in the hot water and her silky heat. Holding her hips, he withdrew from her and slid her down in the water beside him to warm her. She smiled up at him, the water coming up to her chin, and she lifted the hand he’d used to hold the rope on the bull.
She twined her fingers with his. “It already looks better, not quite as swollen around the knuckles,” she murmured, then pressed her lips to his knuckles.
“The hot water and Epsom salts helped.”
Looking up at him, she changed the subject. “You should have seen Michael flirting with Gwen tonight. Three years old and flirting with a grown woman,” she said, laughing good-naturedly.
Joaquin chuckled and scrubbed a hand over his face. “He’s been hanging around us, learning how to treat the ladies.”
“Michael gave her your little sideways, twinkling grin, and she was putty in his hands and even kissed his little cheek. He called her ‘pretty cowboy lady’,” she said with a soft chortle. “We’re going to be cheering for her tomorrow night.”
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