by Ashlee Price
When they both became still, he slowly pulled himself out of her and she fell on to the blanket and he lay beside her. They laid there quietly for a while, getting their breath back to normal and letting the air cool their bodies.
“Do you want some ice cream?” Taylor asked.
She laughed out loud. “Sex and ice cream, there’s nothing better.”
He laughed too and stood up. He put only his jeans back on and went to the kitchen. She could hear him rustling around in cupboards and drawers. She got up and put her clothes back on and then went searching for the bathroom. When she came back he was sitting on the floor with two bowls of chocolate ice cream. She joined him and they ate.
He invited her to stay the night in the house with him and she agreed. They slept in his huge king sized bed. The next morning, she was awoken by a hard erection pushing in to her hip. Taylor was lying on his side with one arm thrown across her body. His eyes were still closed, but she knew he must be awake.
She reached below the blankets and grabber on to him. His eyes opened immediately and he rolled over on to his back, taking her with him. He held her hips and slowly lowered her on to himself. She moaned as he filled her up again. He held on to her hips and started to rock them forward and back, hitting just the right spot. Her breath began to pick up and small moans began. Then it was her turn to take control. She put her hands on his chest and lifted her hips off of him slightly and slammed them back down. The moan that came out of his mouth was like heaven. She did it again and again, each time he would make the same noise getting louder and louder.
Abruptly, he rolled over and was on top. He took her legs and stretched them above his head and laid them on his shoulders. Then he started to pump. The way he had her legs up made it so he could be extra deep and she felt everything; especially when the orgasm started. As if he knew, Taylor began to pump faster; slamming himself in to her over and over again, matching her moaning. Right before she came to the peak of her climax, she felt him go rigid inside of her; they orgasmed together; her sex milking him as he climaxed, squeezing around his length.
When they were finished, Taylor got up to head to the shower but not before giving her a light kiss on the lips. Shania rolled over and fell back to sleep.
~
A couple of weeks later, after spending a lot of time with Taylor, Shania asked Liam about ham while they ate lunch together in a field.
“What’s his story? How did he get to be where he is today?” Taylor didn’t talk much about himself so she was curious about him still.
“It’s none of my business to tell ya, but I will because I trust you. Taylor had no plans to run this place, he went to college and he wanted to be a mechanic. He met a girl there and he fell in love, they were perfect for each other. Once they graduated, they got married.”
Shania inhaled sharply, “He was married?”
“Yes he was and she was beautiful. Tall and blonde, made the best apple pie I ever ate. About four years ago, there was a terrible accident on the highway. A twelve car pile-up, a lot of people were hurt and there were a few casualties. She was one of them.”
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah, Taylor was pretty torn up about it. He quit his job at the local shop, sold his house because it reminded him too much of her and then he moved back in here with his parents. Slowly he started to come back out. He’d help with the cows if his dad asked him to, or he’d break a horse if no one else was available. He started to get over the heartache by throwing himself in to this place instead. When his parents retired last year and moved to Florida, he took over the ranch. He hasn’t even looked at a woman since the accident, at least not until he saw you.” Liam leaned over and bumped his shoulder in to hers, smirking. “He seems to fancy you.”
Shania laughed at Liam, but she couldn’t help but think of Taylor. He had been through a lot, more than she imagined. There was no way she was going to say anything to him, and that’s probably why Liam told her. He knew she wouldn’t.
Later in the day Shania caught up with Taylor. “Hey!” he stopped walking and let her catch up to him. “Do you want to have dinner in the loft with me tonight? There’s beef stew in the slow cooker.” She smiled; she couldn’t help it when she was near him.
“That sounds amazing.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. “What time do you want me there?”
“Well I’m just headed in now to shower and clean up, so maybe like an hour?”
“Perfect.” He kissed her on the lips again and she ran off to the barn.
Shania checked the stew when she got upstairs, it looked delicious, then she headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. She started the water and closed the door of the shower so it could heat up. She stripped off her dirty clothes and stepped inside. The water was warm and wonderful. She was just about to shampoo her hair when she heard the bathroom door open.
“Hello?” she asked.
No reply. Instead, Taylor opened the door of the shower and stepped in beside her. As soon as she saw his naked body and that he was fully erect, she felt her stomach clench and her sex was swelled and wet, ready for him. He wrapped his arms around her and they were both under the spray of the water. Their lips met and Taylor’s hands started to roam around Shania’s body. The water made her skin slick so his hands went smoothly over her as, up her lower back and over her hips to her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she moaned in to his mouth.
With his right hand he kept playing with her breasts and with his left he wandered down towards her core. He slipped one finger in and moaned; “You’re ready for me.”
His voice made her core throb; squeezing his finger. “So ready.” She whispered back to him.
Slowly he turned her around and pushed her towards the wall of the shower, back to him. She braced herself with her palms flat against the shower. His hands started to move all over her again. Starting at her hips and moving up to her breasts and then back down to her hips. His hands grabbed on as he slowly entered her. The pace was slow, steady and steamy. They both moaned as the friction began to build and Taylor got deeper and deeper; pushing himself all the way in to Shania and filling her up.
Holding on to Shania’s hip with one hand, Taylor brought his hand over her other hip and started to massage her. That put her over the top and the orgasm started to build fast. Up and up, then finally she burst in to an intense orgasm, needing to brace herself against the wall for support. Taylor orgasmed along with her; pushing himself as far in to her as he could go, filling her up in two different ways.
When they were done, Taylor brought Shania back under the water and he washed her. He shampooed her hair, massaging her; he took the cloth and ran it all over her body, and when she was nice and clean, he rinsed her off and turned off the shower. He got out first and wrapped a towel around his hips and then wrapped a big fluffy towel around her shoulders.
They got dried off and dressed in some comfy clothes (he brought his with him) and then they sat on the couch with big bowls of stew in front of them. They ate it with thick sliced of bread and butter and Shania was impressed that it was so good.
While they ate they watched a movie that was on the TV. It was nice to just sit and relax. When they were done eating, she brought their bowls to the kitchen and rinsed them off then went back to the couch. He was sitting at one end so she lay down and put her head on his lap. They sat like that for a long time, until the movie was over and even longer still.
When they finally got up, it was because it was very late and Taylor had to get up early to do chores. He gave her a long kiss on the lips and headed to the main house. Shania didn’t have to get up early, so she decided she would flip through the channels and see what was on.
Family Guy, a cooking show, Criminal Minds, I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant, Family Feud were the ones she flipped through. Abruptly she flipped back to I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. Shania shot off of the couch and ran to the kitchen to look at the date. She didn’t keep tr
ack because she was having such a good time.
Oh God. She was three weeks late. How could that be? She was on the pill, had she forgotten to take them? She thought back to that morning and didn’t remember taking one. Oh crap. She decided not to get too worried about it until she could go in to town and get a pregnancy test.
Bright and early the next day she had Liam take her to Wal-Mart. She bought a test and a couple other things so he didn’t know why she came. When they got home she ran up the stairs to the loft and peed on the stick. Two minutes later, it was official. She was pregnant.
She sat down on the toilet seat and just stared at the stick. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, she wanted to have kids someday, but that wasn’t in the plan for a while. What was she going to tell Taylor? They hadn’t talked about kids; they hadn’t talked about anything serious; she was only supposed to be here for three months. She couldn’t keep it from him, she was going to have to tell him; she just had to get enough courage.
She stayed in the loft for the most part of that day; she told anyone who came looking for her that she was sick. The news must have reached Taylor because once the sun went down, he came to see her.
“Hey, I heard you’re sick.” He said as he walked in the door.
She couldn’t look at him, she was so nervous. “Yeah, kind of.” She said quietly.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he was so concerned.
Shania couldn’t hold it in she had to tell him. “I’m not sick.” She blurted. “I’m pregnant.”
Taylor, who was on the way to the couch to sit with her, stopped in his tracks. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there not moving a muscle; an expression of utter shock across his face.
When he finally spoke all he said was “what?”
“I'm pregnant.” She said again, more confidence now that she had already said it once.
“Say that again.” he said.
She didn’t know why he wanted her to but she said it for a third time, “I'm pregnant. I was three weeks late so I got a test and I'm pregnant.”
Suddenly Taylor was no longer in the middle of the room; he was on the couch lifting her out of her seat and on to his lap, kissing her all over her face. Shania was confused; he was happy?
“I can’t believe it!” he said in between kisses. “This is great! Pregnant! Pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!”
“Whoa, whoa.” she said and held his shoulders so she could look at him. “You want this?”
“Of course!” he said with a big grin on his face. “It’s a little fast but I couldn’t be happier. A baby!” Then he started to kiss her again.
“We need to talk about this I think Taylor.”
He stopped then. “Why?”
“I don’t live in Texas remember? What am I supposed to do?
Bring the baby here to see you every couple months? Send pictures?”
“No, you're going to move in with me. And you're going to marry me. That is my seed in there and that means you and I are staying here. Quit your job and live here with me.”
Shania was caught off guard by what he was saying. Move to Texas? Could she do that? She sat quiet for a couple minutes and made a decision in her head. She looked at Taylor and said, “Pass me the phone. I'm going to have to tell my parents I'm moving out.”
Taylor ripped his hat off of his head and yelled “Yee-Haw!” like the cowboy he was; then he picked Shania up and swung her around in his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth.
The next day Shania called her parents and told them the news. They were sad to hear she wouldn’t be living with them anymore, but they were ecstatic to be having a grandbaby. Then Shania called Andrew Smith and let him know that she would be quitting. She emailed all of the pictures she had taken to him and he sent her an email money transfer. She had her parents close up the studio and send everything to her so she could open one in Texas if she decided to.
She didn’t know where her life would take her now, but for sure Shania knew that she would have her cowboy and his seed.
~THE END~
Sneak Peek: The Virgin’s Dom
Chapter 1 – Mariah
“I don’t want to hear that again, Mariah. We’ve been together long enough that you should know by now that I’m not going to leave you.”
I didn’t know that, but I wasn’t going to say it out loud. What had been a good night was now something more because Greg hadn’t gotten what he wanted. He was always like this when push came to shove and I didn’t give in to his demands.
“You get what you want and I’m left out in the cold.”
“That’s not true, Greg, and you know it. I’ll give you everything…”
“You’ll give me everything but what I truly want.”
I sighed to myself and got up from the edge of the bed. Too many of our nights were ending in this way. It was becoming hopeless. I didn’t want to live this way anymore, but my choices were few at the moment. Why couldn’t it go back to the way things were? Why did everything have to change?
“I’m sorry, Greg, I’m just not ready yet.”
“You’re nineteen.”
I shook my head. I knew how old I was, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard this all before. It was the same argument over and over again.
“I know, Greg. Just give me some more time. That’s all I’m asking for. Not forever, just a little more time is all. Why does it always have to be right now?”
I could tell that I was just making him madder, so I tried to get him off the subject he was on and back to something that I could handle.
“If you think I’ve been bad, Greg, you can always spank me.”
His eyes darkened, and I could tell that he wanted to. It was a way for him to get it out, and we would both find pleasure in it. It wasn’t what he wanted, but there was always more than one way to satisfy an itch. It didn’t always have to be his way or nothing at all. I was just asking for a little compromise.
“No, you’re not roping me into that again. Not until I get what I want.”
I knew he wasn’t going to budge. This wasn’t the first time Greg had been this way. Last time he’d finally given in, but this time he just seemed angrier than ever. His green eyes flashed at me, and I was left unsure what I was supposed to do and how I was supposed to act.
When Greg got mad, he started to slam everything, and although I wasn’t afraid he would hurt me, I still flinched a little anyways. I didn’t like all of the loud noises that made it hard to think.
“I’m going out, Mariah.”
“When are you going to be back?”
I wanted a break, but I worried that I wouldn’t see him again. It was always the same abandoned feeling that came back from the past.
“I don’t know if I’m coming back.”
He knew that I feared him leaving me, and I had a good idea that was why he said it. Every time he would get mad, it was the first thing out of his mouth. My savior had turned into something else, and life wasn’t the way it used to be. The relationship was more complicated than it was worth sometimes.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, Mariah. If you’re not going to give me what I want, then I’m just going to have to go get it somewhere else. Isn’t that the way it is? You aren’t willing, and I’m sick of waiting.”
It was like the last chance for me to finally give in. It wasn’t that big of a deal. That’s what I told myself, but I wasn’t ready, and I knew that no amount of bullying me was going to make me ready.
After I didn’t say anything for a while, he made one last huffing sound and then walked out the door. It was the last time I was going to see him, I knew that, but I wasn’t sure how upset I was going to be about it. Greg had been there for me long ago – that was why I was with him – but I’d put up with a lot since then. He’d changed, and I was no longer in love with the man that he’d become. I couldn’t be in love with him like this.
I cried for a
little while, but it didn’t last long. Greg was going to be back, even if he said he wasn’t. And I wanted to be gone when he got there. It wasn’t going to change, even though he would try and I would try. Me not wanting to have sex was still going to be there, and it was only a matter of time before we were right back in the same situation we were now.
It was time to move on. That was what I’d done when I’d gotten with him. He was the cop on duty who’d answered the call. Now it was time for me to go. He was no longer able to help me, but I was always going to have love for Greg. As much as I’d had, anyway. I didn’t know if I’d ever really loved him. I didn’t know if he’d ever really loved me, either. If he had, why wouldn’t he give me some time? If I loved him, wouldn’t I have been ready by now? Either way I looked at it, it came down to the idea that it wasn’t supposed to be.
There wasn’t much to take with me, and I carried out only what I could fit into a duffel bag. It was what I’d brought when I came to live with him, and it seemed only fitting that this was what I would leave with. I still wasn’t sure of my destination, but I knew that I wanted to get out of here before he got back. Greg would be drunk and even harder to deal with than usual. I didn’t want to be around for that.
***
“Thanks for letting me stay with you, Kimmie. I know that this is an imposition.”
“No, girl it’s all good. I never get to see you anymore, so at least now we can hang out while you figure out your next move.”
I thanked her again for letting me stay. I wasn’t sure what my next move was going to be, but I was already feeling better now that I was here. Kimmie was one of my old friends from high school, and she was also one of the few who still lived in Coloma. Everyone else had taken off to do bigger and better things. Me and her were still here, but that was something that I was about to change.