by Ashlee Price
It only made him sit back, dragging her body with him. Pulling up the bottom of her shirt, his fingers pressed on her nipple, rolling in between his fingers as his cock rutted in and out of her. Moving to the left one, her eyes closed as his pace picked up.
Abandoning her breasts to jiggle underneath him, his hand moved between her legs as the other one grabbed her thigh for leverage. It pushed him deeper and allowed him to go faster. Each thrust sprayed fluid as she continued to water for him. Each drop just made her wetter and pushed him to go deeper.
Ashley tried to stop his hand, touching her sensitive flesh to the point of madness. Grahm just rubbed faster and harder, the pace of his hips matching his hand. Begging him fill her, he couldn’t have stopped if he had wanted to. One last push forward and he was lost. His mouth moved down to kiss her as his balls filled her with his hot seed.
She pushed back after a few moments. The cum filled her up so tightly she felt ready to explode, the salt burning her walls as she clenched around him, stretching to take him all. He had left her raw and it was only relieved as he pulled out. She sighed, her thighs going back together to ward off anymore stimulation. Even the overhead fan’s breath was causing too much to her senses.
“Ashley, open up.”
Her eyes flew open and she felt him nudging at her knees. She shook her head that she wouldn’t and his eyes darkened with her answer. “I am not done with you yet, you said anything Ashley.”
She whimpered at his words and finally started to open her legs. Ashley knew that he would pry them open if she didn’t, always getting his way. If Grahm gave her a command, she was useless to try not to follow it.
Expecting his hard spear, her body jumped as his face moved down between her legs. Grahm shushed her as he took his first lick, calming her with a hand on her stomach. Grahm pulled squeals and then screams as he took her again, only stopping when she started to doze off, exhausted from his lovemaking.
Grahm left her to go to his jacket. He had brought it with him, somehow knowing that then would be the right time. He laid back down, pulling her naked body to his. When Ashley felt him nestled against her, still hard, she whimpered and tried to pull away.
“I will let you rest Ashley. I just want to hold you.”
She calmed down a little, still not trusting that he was done. Ashley felt his hand on hers and then something sliding along her finger. Looking down, she saw that it was a ring. “I meant what I said Ashley, you are mine now.”
~THE END~
Cowboy’s Heart
Introduction
Foster is ending the year with a few regrets and starting the next one with a few resolutions. Her life is already marred with loss, and when she finds out that her mother is sick with cancer it seems like the bad luck is never going to stop.
Foster is devastated, but her mom realizes that it’s her last chance to see the West and Foster agrees to join her on a road trip. She wants to spend as much time with her mom as possible and to be with her in case something happens.
She expects many things from the trip, but nothing as life-changing as Trent. When Foster and her mother find a place to rest deep in ranching country, she meets one of the local ranchers. He makes her forget everything that’s going on and reminds her that life goes on, no matter what’s going on in it.
Foster needs his touch, and when they finally kiss she finds herself lost in her need for him. Trent becomes her rock amid the turmoil in her life, and eventually she needs more than just his touch – she needs his cowboy’s heart as well.
Chapter 1
Foster laid back on her bed. It was the start of a new year, but she still had to work off the night’s drinking from the year before. Her head pounded when she opened her eyes to the sun streaming in from the blinds. Another year, she thought to herself. Not sure where it would take her, Foster just hoped that it would be better than the last year.
The year before, she had lost her grandmother to cancer and then her father in a car wreck. Now only her mother survived her immediate family and she looked at everything so differently. There was just no time anymore and another day was not a given.
She sat up with the last thought. She had so many resolutions for the New Year and one of them was to stop lazing about in bed till noon. Even with a hangover, it didn’t seem like a good idea to break it on the first day. The bed was empty next to her and she sighed to herself. Another one of her resolutions was to get rid of Billy. He was never any good for her, but she missed waking up to his hot, naked body next to her. The older man had showed her things that she never could have imagined possible, but at the same time, he had torn her heart into as many pieces as it were possible to be without falling apart completely. He was never any good for her and losing him was hard, but it had to be done.
Pulling her mind from the past, she walked into the kitchen squinting at the coffee pot that she couldn’t just will on. The morning was bright and by the look outside, it was going to be a beautiful day. Going out to the porch, Foster took a few puffs from a cigarette and shivered in the morning breeze. It was beautiful outside, but looks were deceiving. It was freezing outside and she went back in before she could get halfway through the cigarette.
Shaking, she went back to her room to get dressed, adding a sweater to her outfit, still chilled from the few minutes outside. Grabbing a cup of fresh coffee made her feel a little better, warming her from the inside. Her phone rang and she knew who it was by the ring. “I’m up and as soon as I get some caffeine in me, I will be there to take you to the doctor, okay?”
Carol thanked her and hung up. She knew her daughter was never very good at remembering things, but she knew even more that Foster was horrible in the mornings. Carol didn’t like to wake her up if she didn’t have to.
Foster got herself together and made her way to her mother’s house across town. She had been having some issues with what they hoped wasn’t cancer, but Foster knew in her heart that it was. Her mother knew as well, becoming quieter and even meeker since they had done the biopsy. “It’s going to be okay mom. Doctors can do all kinds of things now mom. Even if that is what it is, I am sure there are many things they can do.”
She tried to sound sure. She wasn’t, but at least her voice was strong like she was. Carol smiled at her and tried to look as brave as her daughter needed to be. There was nothing to be said about it, no sense in worrying until it was all said and done.
The two tried to draw strength off of each other, but they were both nervous going into the doctor’s office. Even when Foster knew the words that were going to come out of the doctor’s mouth, she was still holding onto some hope. There was none according to doctors and the sinking feeling in her stomach. Her mother was not given a diagnosis, but a timed departure that she was supposed to go home and live with. She was given six months and as the two drove back to her place, neither one of them could think of anything to say.
Finally Carol broke the silence, her mind working since they had left the hospital. She had known it was coming, feeling the changes and the feeling of not right in her body for some time. “You know, it’s going to be okay Foster. I know you are not going to like the decision I make, but just know that it is going to be okay.”
She looked over at her and didn’t know what she was talking about. Her mother was being cryptic and she wanted to know what she meant. “What do you mean?”
“I am going to decline the chemo Foster. I know that they said it will extend my time, but it won’t be time worth having.”
“So what are you going to do, just let it make you worse until you die?”
Her voice was rising and she looked over at her while at a stop sign down from her mother’s house. “No, and calm down, Foster. It’s not going to be like that. I want to travel, see things that I haven’t seen before. I was hoping you would come with me.”
Foster had not expected that answer. Her mother had never been one to travel, content in the small town with her family. Foster had t
ried to get her to travel before, but she had never wanted to. “Of course I will go with you mom. Where ever you want to go.”
“There has always been one place that I never got around to visiting.”
She waited for her to answer. “I have always wanted to go out west. I know it is not exotic, but I have always wanted to see the horses and the big skies.”
It was not the answer she had been expecting. Foster had been thinking more along the lines of a beach somewhere, but it was her mother’s choice after all. “So you want to go see the cowboys and tumbleweeds huh?”
Carol laughed a little. “I figured that was how you would see it, but what do you say? You want to come with me?”
Foster was close to tears. “Of course I will go with you mom. Where ever you want to go. But don’t you at least want to get a second opinion? That is just one doctor and one test.”
Carol shook her head. She didn’t want to spend anymore of her time worrying about what she couldn’t change. She just wanted to live the next few months as happily as she could before it all caught up to her.
“Whatever you want. When do you want to leave?”
“Well I know you will have to rearrange some things.”
Foster shook her head. “No need. It just a job and to be honest, I never liked it anyways. We can leave as soon as you are ready to.”
“Thanks Foster. I knew that you would be up for an adventure.”
Foster smiled back, but she felt a little part of her breaking. The year was starting much the same that as how her last year had begun. It didn’t bode well for the future, but Foster tried to think about the good. Her mother was in good spirits with everything going on, so Foster figured she could be as well.
“It sounds like it will be fun Mom.”
Chapter 2
It actually was fun. It was almost a month into their trip before her mom even started showing more signs, getting fatigue and such. Carol wanted to keep going, but Foster convinced her to stop for a time. For her sake, they stopped in Nevada in a small town and rented a vacation house. It was bigger than they needed, but the views couldn’t be beat and Carol found herself wanting to leave less and less as her health started to deteriorate.
Carol got to watch the horses from the ranch next door and Foster got some quiet time to spend with her mother. It was a win, win, but when she started to get sicker, Foster knew that it might be the last leg of her journey. After another couple of months, she was starting to see Cross Junction as her home too. The house rental was affordable because it was not in the big city and Foster didn’t want to take her mother away from a place where she had found so much peace.
She didn’t have to move her though, her mother died in half the time that they had given her. Foster tried to see it as going to a better place, but the selfish side of her wished that she could have stayed longer. There was no feeling of sorrow beyond her being gone. Everything was said that needed to be said and Foster would always be thankful for that.
Foster went to the house after the cremation was done and she didn’t want to leave. When she was there, it was like a part of her mother was there as well. It gave her peace and she wasn’t ready to give that up yet. Cross Junction had become her home and Foster went into the summer months trying to find a job where she was. With no experience in animals or the western lifestyle, she found a job cooking at one of the only restaurants in the small town. It wasn’t her first choice, but she had worked in enough restaurants to pick it up quick enough.
She was on her own path then, her own adventure, trying to figure out what it was that she needed to do. With no family left, Foster did not have a focus or even a direction or where she wanted to be. She liked to watch the horses in the morning though and the sunset that came up on a sky that was bigger than life. Foster wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she knew that she had to stay where she was.
The restaurant gig got old quickly and Foster knew she had to get into something else for work. When she saw a sign in town that the local veterinarian shop needed to hire help, Foster went in there thinking that she could help. Her mind was still thinking puppies and kittens when she went in. There was no application to fill out, just an older woman by the name of Karen that asked her some questions. When it became clear that she really knew nothing about animals, Foster figured she had wasted her time. “Sorry to bother you Karen. I don’t know what I was thinking coming in here with no experience. I just thought I might be able to learn something and be a help.”
The older woman smiled and urged her back into the straight-back seat. “There is no need for experience here. Every day is something new anyways, so the most important part is to want to help. I think you fit the bill and as long as you can pick up and learn, I think I have a place for you here.”
Foster was beaming. It was the first goal that she had set that she had found herself able to complete. She had known that she was going to need to find a better job and in such a small town there hadn’t been that many options. It was one of those things that she had wanted to do when she was younger and now she was going to be able to.
They talked for a while longer about when she would start and then more details about what she should wear. “We will be on location most of the time, so make sure to just wear some jeans and some good boots. You will regret wearing anything pretty.”
Foster laughed a little, still thinking about cats and dogs, but she didn’t ask what working on location meant. She didn’t care. She had a new job that paid better and would allow her to stay in the house that she had come to love. There was nervousness in her about starting something new, but Foster was ready for the challenge.
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What she wasn’t ready for was the actual job. Her mind had conjure up cute kittens that needed help, but by noon she was almost knee deep in manure and a whatever else was on the bottom of the stalls. Her kitten was actually a cow and then a couple of horses. One minute she was helping deliver a calf and the next moment she was across town helping another rancher with a horse that was walking different after a fall. Karen had been right, it was always something different.
Foster was exhausted about halfway through the day. She was starting to wonder if she was going to make it in her new line of work. There was the question in her mind of if she could get back her cooking job if it all went belly up. She didn’t want to think about failure, but it was harder than she had thought.
After a lunch eaten at the very diner she had just quit, Karen asked her how she liked it so far. “Be honest, what do you think?”
Foster smiled and wondered how honest she really wanted her to be. Since she had never been one to gauge that very well, she figured it was best to just be completely honest. “I don’t know how you do it Karen. I like it, but I am worried about keeping up is all. I feel like every muscle in my body is screaming at me to just stop. You look like it is not even bothering you.”
She nodded with understanding. “It will get better, I promise. The first week is always the worst, but then your body will get used to it. You have definitely been a big help today. I hope you decide to stick it out. I’ve been looking for a good assistant for a long time. Everyone here works for the ranches, but someone has to keep all the animals healthy.”
“I am going to try Karen. It makes me feel a little inadequate that you are running circles around me.”
Her weathered face grinned back at her and she patted her on the hand, trying to assure her that she was doing fine. Foster wasn’t so sure, but she was thankful that she cared enough to lie to her.
Chapter 3
Foster took on the rest of her day with a renewed optimism. She knew that it would be over in a couple of hours and Karen’s pep talk helped her get through. She could go through a week if it would get better after that.
The fourth stop of the day was at a smaller ranch that had no sign in the front of it. “So what is this place called?”
“Trent never wanted a name on it, but every
one knows that he is the place to go to get a horse trained.”
“Do you work for him a lot?”
Karen nodded. “He likes to get all of the horses checked out before he starts working with them. Trent wants to make sure that there is no injuries to worry about that will affect the horse’s performance or change their demeanor. Horses are just like humans whereas they get a little grouchy when they are in pain like we do.”
Foster followed her to a freshly-painted barn and her eyes started to adjust to the darker interior. Her nose was already accustoming her to the smell of manure. It was apparently the smell of the west or the west that she was part of.
“Ah, Karen. Glad to see you.”
Foster turned around to the deep voice coming from behind her. Her eyes took in the man in front of her. The shadows playing over her face, so she had to pay more attention to the strong build and sure stance. The man’s jeans perfectly molded to his strong thighs and even though she couldn’t see his face very well, Foster could see and feel his eyes just fine on her.
“Hey, Trent. I didn’t see you out here. Which ones are we looking at today?”
“The last two in the back. They just came in over the weekend and I wanted to make sure they were fit to train. So you have a new assistant?”
“Yes, Trent this is Foster. Foster this is Trent. Like I was telling you, we do a lot of business with him, so we will be here often.”
He smiled and started walking where he had gestured before. Foster was still not so sure about horses. They were huge and they made her nervous, but she didn’t want to appear that way to him. As she walked next to him, she got a better look at his face and he had a strong jaw line with generous lips. There was a darkness in his depths when he looked at her, but she looked away quickly. The horse nuzzled her hand and she jumped, making the man chuckle at her discomfort.