by K. C. Crowne
Truth was, she was playing a game along with my son and I was going to get to the bottom of it. Seeing as how she clearly wasn’t my son’s girlfriend, I wouldn’t mind giving her a nice little spanking after.
I felt like a dirty old man for the thoughts flitting through my mind.
“So Christopher, where did you and Molly meet?” Emily, asked.
The fun starts now.
I saw the look shared between Molly and Christopher, as if they were trying to decide who would answer. Christopher had just taken a drink and shrugged, so Molly spoke.
“We went to college together. We actually met during orientation and connected instantly.”
“College orientation?” I asked.
She turned those baby blues toward me and nodded. “Yes.”
“So, seven years ago? Y’all have been together for seven years, and he’s only just not telling us about ya?”
Molly averted her gaze for a second to collect her thoughts. She was trying to come up with another lie, surely. But Christopher answered for her, his voice tinged with annoyance. “No, Dad. We haven’t been together for seven years. We met seven years ago and were friends first.”
“I see, so when did y’all couple up?”
“Just recently, actually,” he said, kicking his chin out and staring me in the eyes. “She was my best friend, and we recently decided we both wanted more.”
“How recently? Like right before y’all came out here?”
“Silas…” My mother’s voice was scolding, as if picking up on the fact that I was more grilling for information than making conversation.
But I just wanted the damned truth from my own son.
I was tired of the lies between us. It’d been long enough.
Christopher stammered. “A bit before that, actually. Umm, I can’t recall exactly when.”
I looked at Molly, who wouldn’t look at me. She stared down at her plate as if the baked chicken and mashed potatoes were the most interesting food she’d ever seen.
Wyatt spoke up. “Well, I think y’all make a nice lookin’ couple. I’m happy for you, Christopher.”
“Thank you, Uncle Wyatt,” Christopher said, shooting me a look of death.
“I’m happy for you too, son. She seems nice for someone from New York City.” I said.
“Excuse me?” Molly lifted her head, her blue eyes full of fire.
I shrugged. “Nothin’ personal, Molly. But I’ve met a few Ney Yorkers living here on the ranch. They all seem…I don’t know- up in their own heads. Like they don’t know how to relax. It’s an energy you can pick up on from a mile away.”
“That’s just the nature of the city, you know? You’re always on the move, always running around, barely a chance to catch your breath. You ever been there before?”
“Just once, and I wasn’t the biggest fan. When I first found out I had a son and his mother was shackin’ up with someone there. I went out to meet Christopher for the first time, and I knew right quick that I had to get my kid out of that place.”
“Really? One visit and you think you know all about it?” Her gaze narrowed in on me.
“I’d seen enough. Sure, the city’s impressive and all, but it felt like living in an ant hill or somethin’. I’m used to fresh air and wide-open spaces – New York’s anything but. There you can’t walk a foot without bumpin’ into someone who won’t waste a damn second in givin’ you a piece of his mind for the trouble.”
“Dad!” Christopher said. “Can you stop being a dick for one evening, please?”
“Language Christopher. You’re in the presence of women. And besides that, I’m tellin’ her what I think.”
“You started the conversation by insulting her,” he reminded me pointedly. “And I won’t stand for it. She deserves an apology.”
“Sorry, Molly – my brother’s not exactly the city type,” my youngest brother Chase spoke up. “And he doesn’t miss a chance to let people know about it.”
Maybe I’d been a little rough on the place.
Molly looked at me too, and that’s what convinced me. The look on her sweet face. She was angry, yes, but also a little hurt, maybe?
Something inside me shifted when I saw that look. I didn’t want to upset her. I really didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Molly,” I muttered. “Sometimes my mouth runs away from me.”
“Thank you,” Molly replied, sitting up straighter and looked away. “But it’s no problem – New York’s not for everyone.”
“Shall we get back to our dinner?” My mother’s voice was quiet but sharp. If anyone wondered where I got my outspoken nature, it wasn’t my Dad. She was easily one of the kindest, most polite people you could ever meet - until you pissed her off or showed poor manners. Then she’d let you know all about it. She was better at speaking her mind than I was; she could do it and you wouldn’t even know it.
“Yes, ma'am,” I said, finishing the last bite on my plate. Normally we all stayed at the table until everyone was finished when we had guests over, but I wasn’t feeling it tonight. I loved my son, but any time the two of us were together, tension was the norm. I didn’t want it to get any uglier, so I picked up my plate and excused myself from the dining room.
My mother shot me a death glare, but I think even she knew it was for the best. I didn’t want to disrupt the peace any more than I already had.
I noticed Molly watching as I headed out of the room, but when I caught her, her cheeks reddened.
So fucking cute.
It was almost a shame my son wasn’t straight; he sure had a beautiful woman sitting beside him. Whoever ended up with her would be a lucky man.
The thought struck me.
I wasn’t one to moon over love and happily ever afters, but something about the woman had grabbed me by the throat. I shook my head and scolded myself. She was my son’s friend and too damn young for a cranky bastard who was set in his ways. After washing my plate, I headed outside. I preferred to spend my evenings alone, with the horses. There was nothing like an after-dinner horseback ride to clear the mind.
We had several stables, most of them accessible to the guests. But I strolled to our family stable. Jagger, my Arabian stallion, was waiting for me, as usual. I was the only one in the family who could handle him. My brothers had their own horses, so they didn’t bother with him much, making him mine.
He was the best breeder we had and had sired many beautiful foals over the years. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole.
Kind of like me, I thought to myself and chuckled. In that way, I could relate to him.
Neither of us trusted many people, but we did trust one another. I ran my hand over his silky, jet black coat. He kicked up his feet, eager to be free from the stall and to run through the fields.
“I feel ya, buddy. Let’s get out of here.”
I couldn’t imagine why anyone would choose to live in the city. Not when you could live somewhere with clean air and views like we had here. I took Jagger out for a ride, heading for the most difficult trail, one that was generally off-limits to guests. Most of our guests didn’t really have the experience to ride the rocky trails. They were here for the peace and serenity of the plains - not the true cowboy experience. I couldn’t fault them for that, but I also didn’t understand it.
This had been my life, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I felt blessed to be born out here, in a time like this. And I felt blessed to have a gorgeous beast like Jagger to ride when I needed tranquillity. Sometimes it got lonely, sure. But I was a man who didn’t mind his solitude.
Seeing Christopher reminded me of his mother. We’d been young and dumb when Heather had gotten pregnant. I hadn’t known she was pregnant until years later, but that was beside the point. Or maybe it was the point. Seeing him reminded me how much I’d missed out on - all those years he was out there, and I had no idea he existed.
I now understood why Heather had done what she had, but it didn’t make it any better. Thos
e were years I never got back. Years with my son that I’d missed out on, and I knew he resented me for it even though it had been beyond my control.
I passed the backside of the house on the way to the trail and was surprised when I saw the back door open. Hardly anyone ever used that door. I was situated behind the trees, and Jagger was as black as the night, so we blended into the darkness.
Christopher stepped out onto the porch and hurried around the side of the house toward the front. He didn’t see me. It wasn’t the first time that Christopher had snuck out of the house, but now he was an adult. I couldn’t ground him or scold him. He was free to come and go as he pleased. Even if I did find it rude to leave Molly behind in a strange house. That was for the two of them to sort out; it was none of my business.
Jagger and I continued toward the trail and looked up at Christopher’s window. The light caught my eye. Usually Christopher’s dark, black-out curtains were drawn, but not tonight. Tonight they were wide open, and I noticed why instantly.
Molly was standing in front of the window, staring out. His windows faced the horizon, so she had a nice view, except she wasn’t looking towards the horizon.
She was looking at me.
I stopped and stared back. I couldn’t see much of her from a distance, but I saw enough. Even her silhouette was beautiful.
The curtains quickly closed, and she disappeared from view.
I stayed in the same spot for a long time, hoping she might open them again. I wanted to see her again. After a few minutes, I gave up on the wait. Jagger was growing impatient, so I nudged him along, trying to put Molly out of my mind.
Molly
He caught me.
Dammit, he caught me staring.
No, maybe he thought I was enjoying the view of the property, not the view of him on his horse.
God, I hope so.
I backed away from the window, my face was on fire. I was so embarrassed.
I’d been checking out my best friend’s father from afar. While I was pretending to be his girlfriend. What kind of person did that make me?
Calm down, Molly, I told myself. It’s not that big of a deal. You can admire an attractive man. And it’s not like Christopher is your real boyfriend, so you're not that terrible.
I still felt terrible.
I’d never seen a real-life cowboy. Honestly, I didn’t even know they existed, not really. Not anymore. But seeing Silas on his horse, well, there was no more doubting for me. He was the real thing in his tight ass jeans and cowboy boots.
My panties were soaked just thinking about it.
I’d never been the type of girl to have cowboy fantasies. I always thought modern-day cowboys looked a bit silly, like they hadn’t gotten the memo that we were living in the next century. Most of them just dressed the part, and it felt like an act to me. But Silas was the real deal, I had no doubt about it, and I felt much different thinking about that.
I’d always had a thing for manly men. Call me cliché, but I wanted someone who knew what they were doing and what they wanted. I wanted a man who took control. And Silas seemed like the type to me. He wasn’t a pushover, and that was so damned hot.
Yes, he was also a bit of an asshole, but this was a fantasy - an innocent fantasy. There was no harm in that.
I moved toward the bed and sat down. I was all alone for the next several hours. I was wearing my pajamas - pink, silk sleep shorts and a matching tank top. The smooth material against my skin only added to the sexy feeling.
I was turned on and had plenty of time to myself on my hands.
I felt vaguely guilty about using my best friend’s bed for the deed, but I knew Christopher would laugh at that very notion. He wouldn’t care if I took care of business here.
I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I moved my hands over my body, teasing my nipples as I imagined Silas touching them. I was gentle at first, but I didn’t think Silas would be gentle with me, so I pinched them harder.
I arched up off the bed and whimpered in pleasure, an electrical current running from my nipples down to my lower parts.
I continued playing with my breast with one hand, while the other moved lower, slipping into my shorts. I found my clit and teased it, circling it. I imagined Silas’s mouth there instead, his beard rough against my inner thighs. His tongue languishing and teasing my clit.
A sharp intake of breath. Pleasure coursed through me, my fantasy becoming even more vivid. We weren’t in a bed, but in the stables. On a bale of hay.
I liked the idea that we might get caught, that someone could walk in on us as he fucked me. It made the whole thing even hotter.
I slid a finger inside, knowing that my hands were no comparison to the real thing. Silas probably had a big cock. He was a big man, so it only made sense.
I slipped in two fingers, sliding them in and out of my wet pussy, imagining Silas warming me up for what was to come.
Then three fingers.
I gasped as I filled myself. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. I stayed with three fingers, sliding them in and out while my thumb played with my clit.
I knew it wouldn’t take long, not with the fantasy of Silas hovering above me, filling me up over and over again. I wondered what he’d look like naked. Probably amazing. No, definitely amazing. He was strong and could fuck me so good, I bet. And that’s what I wanted – a man who knew what he was doing.
“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, the fire burning inside me.
The pleasure hit me hard and fast, taking me by surprise. I used my free hand to cover my mouth, to hide the screams trying to escape as I came hard, thinking about Silas inside me.
When the pleasure died down eventually, I slipped my fingers out. I was so tired now. Tired and content. But I knew I needed to clean up. I pushed myself off the bed and went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
Christopher’s private bathroom had a full-sized tub and shower combo. It was nicer than what we had back in New York and looked a lot like my parent’s master bathroom back home. I washed up quickly and climbed back into bed, my eyes growing heavy. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but I awoke to the bedroom door opening. Christopher was trying to be quiet, but that had never come naturally to him - especially if he’d been drinking. I rolled over and stared right at him.
“I’m sorry,” he tried to whisper. “Did I wake you?”
“It’s fine,” I mumbled, sitting up and patting the bed beside me. “I want to hear all about your night.”
Christopher’s grin could have lit up the room. He plopped down beside me and started speaking a hundred miles an hour.
“Alright, so Tyler and I met up at The Hideout, this dive bar in town. Like the only place to grab a drink in this place. It’s pretty low-rent, especially compared to the places we’re used to, but—”
“Christopher, get to the story already,” I said, laughing. Typical of him. Whenever he told a story, he had to get all the details right - even the things that didn’t matter. It was cute, but at times I wanted him to just get to the damn point.”
“Okay, okay, just setting the scene. But anyway, he asked if I wanted to play pool, which you know I hate pool—”
“Yes, because you suck at it.”
“No, it’s just stupid, I have better things to do with my balls than shoot them into tiny holes, but anyway. I told him okay, but I guess he could see I wasn’t enthusiastic and admitted he hates pool too. He just thought I would want to. Can you believe it? We have so much in common, I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, so much in common. You were made for each other. “I grinned. “So, when’s the wedding?”
He grabbed my leg playfully. “Hush, you. But anyway, we both admitted there’s not much to do in this shitty ass town, so he asked me to go for a ride in his pickup. Of course I said yes. He took me out to this beautiful overlook that I never even new existed. You could see the stars for miles, Molly. I forgot how
beautiful the sky can look. It was perfect.”
“Aww, sounds romantic. Then what?”
“Well, we fucked, of course.”
“Right there in his truck?” I gasped, not really shocked but giving him the drama he needed.
“Oh yes. In his truck, and outside the truck too,” he bragged, beaming. “That’s the one good thing out here. There’s so few people, you can get busy almost anywhere and not get caught. I mean, I’ll never love it here, but a guy could get used to fucking under the stars. You should try it sometime, sweetie. It’s good for the soul.”
I chuckled. We both knew that sex was easier for him than me.
“Of course,” he added, nudging me gently. “It would mean finally giving away your v-card. Which I think you’re planning to hold onto forever.”
“Not forever. Just until I meet the right person,” I defended.
That was one big difference between Christopher and me. He had been having sex since he was eighteen or so and had had plenty of partners over the years. Casual sex wasn’t a big deal for him. But it wasn’t my thing, and while he wasn’t a complete ass about it, he often teased me playfully. But I was raised in a fairly religious family. I wasn’t a religious person any longer, but some of the sentiments stuck with me. I no longer felt like I had to wait until my wedding night, but I did want to wait for someone special. After all, I’d waited this long. What was a little bit longer?
“So, are you going to see him again or was this only a one-night thing?” I asked.
Christopher grinned and seemed to wiggle from excitement. “We’re definitely going to see each other again. At least once or twice before I leave. I hope that’s okay with you? Were you fine here alone? I’m so sorry for leaving you!”
“I’m fine. I mostly slept.” And masturbated while thinking of your dad, but I left that part out.
“If you don’t want me to go out again, just tell me, okay?”
“No, I want you to go out. Maybe Tyler is the one that’ll settle you down.”
Normally when I’d say something like that, Christopher would guffaw with laughter and swear no man would ever be good enough to settle his wild ways. This time, however, he just smiled and didn’t say anything.