by Scott Wylder
Lusting For A Daddy
Cross Mountain Ranch Series
Scott Wylder
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ONE
Sally
I hate weddings
It wasn’t certainly reasonable to me that anyone would want to spend the rest of their lives with one person, or even two, in places where that is allowed. I mean, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fun in being single, in not being committed to someone who may or may not love you? See, I have my principles. Love isn’t a thing for me. I would rather be intimate with someone I can easily forget; someone who wants the same thing as me – sex, just sex.
That’s why I’ve been sorry for Mara ever since she told me about her wedding. I wasn’t sure my best friend would listen to me, if I told her that she was making a mistake. Well, I wasn’t actually the right person to stop her from finding love, now that I was sleeping with her former boyfriend, Bruce Weller.
“Where the hell are you?” I muttered to myself as I stood in the reception room, glancing at my phone for a text from Bruce.
Bruce had promised to come with me to the wedding, so he could drive me home in his truck, but the wedding had ended twenty minutes ago. What if he was blowing me off? It wasn’t as if I didn’t know about the other girl in his life, Katherine.
As I said earlier, I wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship and Bruce felt the same. We only shared our bodies and nothing more. When I needed to get down or have someone smashing me from behind, I called Bruce. When I was horny and needed a cock to slurp on, it was Bruce. But, I didn’t stop him from fucking other girls, as long as he didn’t come back with an STD. We both had ourselves checked regularly.
My phone chimed in my hand. It was a message from Bruce, saying he wouldn’t be able to pick me up tonight.
“Fuck you, Bruce!” I cursed, slipping my phone into my bag and downing the last of my beer.
Bruce was a disappointment! A total disappointment! We were supposed to go to my house and fuck till daylight. He had promised to strap me to the bed and excite me until I couldn’t stop screaming his name. Now he had broken that promise. I’d been thinking about it all day, and was not that interested in the wedding. I had even told myself if I couldn’t hold off feeling horny, I would ask Bruce to fuck me in the reception hall’s restroom.
“Hey, Sally,” Mara was in front of me, now, smiling. She looked beautiful in her white wedding dress.
“Hey, Mara,” I replied. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks for helping me with this wedding,” Mara said as he hugged me. “I’m so grateful.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Where’s Bruce?”
“Oh, he’s not going to make it tonight.”
Mara raised an eyebrow. “Are you two okay?”
I knew Mara had her suspicions that things between Bruce and me were no longer the same, but I didn’t want confirm her suspicions, at her own wedding.
“Yes, sure, we are okay. He’s just busy tonight. Congratulations once again, Mara. Excuse me, won’t you? I need to hit the restroom.”
When I got there, I chided myself for feeling angry, tonight. My relationship with Bruce wasn’t serious, so why was I feeling this way? Why was I feeling that this would happen over and over again and I would be the loser in the end? I needed to clear my head, and to find a way to become the same Sally Potter I had always been.
“Nick,” I breathed and reached into my bag.
Yes, Nick, the dildo, was there. He was my best friend during the nights I was alone. I imagined fucking myself with the dick of a man who knew me in ways I couldn’t. Nick instilled that feeling in me. If Bruce was a disappointment, Nick wasn’t.
I pulled off my panties and sat on the closed toilet seat. It was time to feel good. Tonight wasn’t a failure, after all.
I rubbed Nick over my clitoris slowly, moaning as the sensation washed over me. My hand pinched my right nipple, squeezing it gently as I continued to stimulate my pussy with the dildo.
“God!” escaped my lips as the pleasure intensified. This was what I wanted. This was who Sally Potter was, not a woman stuck to one person, and always having to find other ways of exciting herself.
I slipped Nick into me slowly, filing my walls almost instantly. I bit down on my lip to stifle my moans, and pulled it out gently and went in again, this time letting it stay longer. I let my hand drop from fondling my breasts and placed a thumb over Nick in my pussy. My thumb slid in easily until it wasn’t only Nick doing the business anymore. Now I was fingering myself.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
All of me quivered ecstasy took control of me. Several times, my legs slipped from the toilet seat as I reached orgasm, seeing my squirt all over the place. Then I spread my legs again and continued masturbating.
I must have been doing it for a while and I was so into it that I didn’t see him come into the restroom.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man wearing a hat stepped inside, surprise written all over his face.
“Oh shit!” I yelled, quickly closing my legs and getting to my feet.
Nick fell from my hand and rolled into another toilet cubicle. I had been interrupted and that was embarrassing enough, but now I had lost Nick.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a flustered voice.
CHAPTER TWO
Edgar
I shouldn’t have opened the door. What was I thinking? How could I have barged in like that?
It was even a mistake that I had walked into the female restroom. My job demanded that I should do the most reasonable thing. However, how reasonable would it have been to let a criminal walk away just because I didn’t want to go into a female restroom?
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly and stepped out of the cubicle. “I thought you were someone else.”
Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t even look at me. I didn’t want her to be scared if she saw the gun tucked into my waistband. I backed away and let her walk out of the toilet herself.
But, not everyone could stand the sexy moans of a woman coming from a toilet cubicle and I was part of the group who couldn’t. Damn! She had been masturbating and there was something to how she moaned. Her sounds had attracted me. I had been curious to know what she was doing to herself.
If anyone asked why I was there, I was trailing a killer. As a Texas police officer, it was my duty to keep the citizens of my state safe, even at unofficial gatherings. Mara Jaycees was my sister’s best friend and so I had been invited to her wedding. My sister thought I needed a change. She thought I was too preoccupied with work and needed to spend some time outside of it. So, the wedding was supposed to make me feel like the normal Edgar Walton I was, not the intelligent and unrelenting cop I loved to be.
However, fate had other plans for me and it came in form of Jessie Wheeler. Alright, Jessie Wheeler was one of the suspects who had stormed into a senator’s party last month and killed three people, including the senator. Of course, she was only a suspect. She had already given us an alibi, saying she was attending to her mother’s horses, several miles from the crime scene.
I didn’t trust anyone easily and Jessie had every reason to kill the senator. She had been telling everyone in the community how the senator broke up with her
after learning she was pregnant, and that he had drugged her, and forcefully aborted her pregnancy.
It sounded crazy that a well-respected senator would do something like that, with a mere rancher, but Jessie was out for vengeance. She vowed she would make him pay and now that senator was dead, she was top of the suspect list.
It was odd that Jessie would come out into the open to attend the wedding, especially now that she was being investigated so thoroughly. The bullet that had been used to kill the senator matched the gun Jessie’s late father used to hunt. Jessie probably had access to it. That was just a guess. It could have been anyone who had carried out the attack and Jessie, herself, had reported the gun missing.
The killer wasn’t working alone. Two masked men and one masked woman had broken in and made the attack look like a robbery, but it was obvious that they were out to kill the senator.
I should have minded my own business, after I saw Jessie at the wedding. Yet, she appeared nervous, glancing at her phone and faking smiles at everyone who came to greet her. When she received a call and made for the restroom, I decided to follow her. It was better to catch her in the act, than guessing.
However, when I got there, I met someone else and it wasn’t Jessie Wheeler. It was a beautiful blonde, masturbating in the toilet cubicle.
God! I could barely control myself. So, I couldn’t let myself walk away without catching a glimpse of who it was. Maybe it was Jessie Wheeler. Maybe she knew I was following her and was pretending to be fucking herself, to send me away.
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” the blonde said, chuckling nervously.
She still wouldn’t look at me. I had seen quite a lot when I barged into the toilet.
Her face was looking up as she played with the dildo, her beautiful eyes lost in sheer delight. Then her boobs, how succulent and enticing they appeared. I wanted to reach for them; wanted to feel how soft they were. The way she touched herself also made me wonder what it would feel like if she was touching me instead. Oh, God! I shouldn’t be thinking this way about a woman I had just met.
“I’m sorry again,” I apologized for a second time.
She smiled and adjusted her clothes. Her red gown had a flowery pattern all over it and she appeared elegant in her cowboy boots. I didn’t know any other woman who wore boots to a party, but maybe this woman didn’t care about fashion.
My sudden appearance had not given her time to put her panties on, so my gaze dropped to her genitals where they were covered by her dress, and lingered there for a while.
“It’s no problem. I believe you don’t see this every day, you know, a woman masturbating in a toilet stall.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I answered, taking off my hat. “I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.”
She walked to the sink and washed her hands, staring at herself in the mirror rather than looking at me. I still wanted to look at her face; I wanted to stare at that beautiful face for a long time. The image of her in the toilet refused to leave my mind.
“You said you mistook me for someone else. Wife? Sister?”
“Ah, yes, wife. Complicated, isn’t it?” I lied. “Not every man follows his wife into the restroom.”
“I was the only one who walked in here.”
Then she looked at me. Damn! She was indeed beautiful. I noticed how her silky dark hair fell over her shoulders and how her blue eyes brightened as she asked, “Or, do you think she’s cheating on you?”
“No, not that. As I said, it’s complicated.”
She grabbed her bag and nodded. “I understand. Sorry, you had to see that.”
“I think it’s sorry I walked in on you.”
“Well, if you’ll not mind, I’ve got to…” She gestured at the toilet stall and I knew what she meant. She had to put on her panties.
“It’s fine. I was about to leave.”
“Sally Potter, that’s my name.”
“Edgar Walton. It was nice meeting you, Sally.”
I wasn’t lying.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally
For the next three days, I couldn’t stop thinking about Edgar Walton. I mean, it’s kind of weird that a random guy stumbled on me making love to myself in a public toilet. Somehow, I wasn’t embarrassed, rather wishing something more had happened that day.
What woman could resist such a hunky body? His dark eyes had a fierceness that I had only noticed when I dared to look at him, and he had a charming smile on his chiseled face. He had hands that I wanted to have touching my body.
No, it was impossible not to love Edgar Walton, at first sight. I wasn’t even bothered about what I was doing when he walked in. I wanted to reach for him, and to tell him to do more than Nick could have done for me. Sadly, our meeting had ended, just like that. He’d introduced himself and walked out of the restroom, not even bothering to glance back at me as he did. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me. I was stupid to have thoughts about Edgar sleeping with me in the toilet stall.
I put on my panties, grabbed my bag, and spent the rest of the reception searching for that hot cowboy. He was nowhere to be found. Like that, he was gone and I barely knew anything about him other than his name and that he was married.
Shit! He was married. When it came to fucking men, I drew the line when it came to those that were already married. I didn’t want to be the cause of a broken home. I stuck to the single ones. If Edgar Walton was married, then he was a big fish I could not reel in. I had to stop thinking about him, but fuck my mind! It wasn’t that supportive of my brushing aside thoughts of Edgar.
What was wrong with me? It was unlike me to keep thinking about one man, especially one I knew nothing about. I needed to stop doing this to myself. Maybe I’ll call Bruce tonight and we’ll have that sex he promised.
The sound of someone knocking on my front door broke my reverie. I got up from the chair I had been sitting on since morning, thinking about the mysterious Edgar.
“Who’s there?”
“Dana! Hey girl, have you’ve forgotten I’m coming over?”
It was my other best friend, Dana Mitchell. Dana, Mara, and I have been friends for a long time and now that one of us has got married, Dana thought I was the person she should be disturbing, so she had come to my house unannounced.
I opened the door. “No, you didn’t tell me.”
“My bad. I must have forgotten to do that.”
The skinny tomboy walked into my room and settled in one of my chairs. I heaved a loud sigh and asked her if she wanted a cup of milk.
“No, I’m here to talk about that hot Edgar you told me about. Seriously, girl, can’t you stop thinking about him?”
“I explained everything to you over the phone.”
“I want to hear everything again. I want to know if my best friend hasn’t fallen in love.”
“Ewww, no. That’s not going to happen in the next five centuries.”
Dana folded her arms. “Then tell me what’s going on.”
“It just strange. I really can’t explain it.”
Dana stood up and pulled me into a hug. “You’re going to tell me everything soon.”
I tried to push her away. “Dana, I’m straight. Stop hugging me.”
“Come on, girl. A lesbian hugging you doesn’t mean she wants to fuck you. By the way, we need to go to Larry’s store. One of my horses was hurt yesterday. While we’re there, you can tell me all the deets.”
I didn’t want to follow Dana to the store but maybe getting out of my house would stop me thinking about Edgar. So, I got dressed and followed my best friend out of my apartment. Although Dana needed to buy some drugs for her horse, I needed nothing from the store. My horses were in good condition. I did need to build a new stable for the new horses but I didn’t have the money for it yet. Such is the life of a poor rancher like me!
After a few minutes, I decided it was even a mistake walking the streets. Everywhere I turned I saw Edgar Walton’s face, with that cute unmistakable
smile.
“So, tell me, who is this Edgar guy?” Dana asked as we walked out of the shop.
I began to tell her everything that had happened at the reception, but Dana stopped me midway and said she had forgotten her cowboy hat in the shop. While I waited, a small crowd gathered around a woman sitting on a bench, displaying some cards for all to see. I got closer, and saw she was a fortune teller and she was telling people to step forward to learn their future.
Heck! I didn’t believe in shit like that. How was it possible that a mere human could read someone’s future, by looking at some cards? It was a scam and anyone who believed in fortune-telling was gullible.
“Hey, you, in the blue top,” I heard her say.
She was pointing at me, because I was the only one wearing a blue top.
“Yes?”
“Want to have your future read?”
“Not interested.”
She grinned, revealing rather crooked brown teeth. “I know you’re scared, or actually not interested, but the cards don’t lie. Don’t you want to know about him?”
My expression must have changed to that of surprise, because she quickly added, “See, you can find out about him if you want to.”
The other people who had gathered around her were staring at me, now. Suddenly, I felt singled out, as if someone had stripped me naked in front of a multitude. I swallowed hard and walked towards her. It was really shocking that she knew about Edgar, or she had just guessed and wanted to use that to defraud me.
“Now take your seat and I’ll have someone choose your cards,” the fortune-teller said.
Unable to stop my curiosity from controlling me, I took my seat and watched her pull some cards out of her brown bag.
She faced the crowd. “Now who is going to pick her cards?”
“I will,” someone answered immediately.
When I looked up, a gasp slipped from my lips.
Edgar Walton was standing in front of me, wearing the prettiest smile in the world.