by Ali Parker
“Yes, I think your car would be perfectly safe here,” I said, getting excited that she had brought up the idea.
“Good,” she stood up and held out her hand to me. Getting up, I placed my hand in hers and we walked out together. I placed a light kiss on her cheek, not able to wait any longer.
When we got to my truck, I couldn’t hold back. I pressed her against the door and kissed her with passion and longing. I had nearly convinced myself that I would never hold her again, and now I couldn’t wait to touch her and kiss her. She moaned in my mouth as we kissed and I was already getting aroused.
“Connor, I think we should get in the truck, don’t you?” she whispered between kisses.
“Yes, good point,” I said, as I stopped kissing her, then opened the door so she could climb in. Damn, she was beautiful.
The drive to the city seemed longer than ever. It never took this long, I thought, as I was anxiously waiting for the exit to come up that would lead us to her place.
“I’m glad to know that you’re not really sick,” I said.
“I shouldn’t have made Whitney tell you that.”
“Did she tell you she had to talk me out of coming to your house at that very moment?”
“Yes, but not until today. I didn’t talk to her until after lunch and she told me you were ready to burst out of your home and come after me.” She was smiling broadly.
“Damn straight,” I said.
“That’s very romantic,” she said.
“I’m glad you think so. Look, the exit. It’s about time,” I said, feeling extremely frustrated.
She giggled that contagious laugh of hers and it made my heart sing.
Moments later, we were in her house, kissing and touching. It felt like a year since I’d been inside her and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.
36
Lydia Myers
I was really glad I had decided to show up to the diner after Dylan had asked me to. The truth was that I was completely head over heels in love with this tough cowboy. I couldn’t get him off my mind, even though I thought I could. The last few days without seeing him had been really hard, so I knew I had to make a decision. But when Whitney told me just how much he’d wanted to see me when he thought I was sick, I knew that I needed to see him. I needed to talk to him and it needed to be in person. So I went to the diner and surprised him.
Now that we had cleared the air, I felt more confident that the feisty reputation attributed to the Dawson brothers would not negatively affect my life. So I let go of all my inhibitions. I wasn’t going to let anxiety rule my actions. I gave in to him, and to my desires.
He kissed me passionately in my living room after the ride home from the diner had been such torture. I wanted him badly. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Lydia. I was so scared. I thought I wouldn’t ever see you again and I couldn’t handle that,” he whispered, between kissing my mouth and my neck. We were fumbling all over the living room as we backed up to my couch. I sat down. He kissed me and laid on top of me between my thighs, while hiking up my skirt.
“Damn, you are so beautiful, Lydia. I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed down my shoulder, pushing off the strap of my dress. I moaned at hearing his words. He kissed down my arm and onto the top of my hand, lightly kissing me there. Then his lips moved over my breast, kissing the fabric on top of them. He was slow and lingering with his kisses. I was so aroused and turned on, and I was in love.
I wanted to shout it out loud, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know if he felt the same way. So, I just let him kiss me over and over. Then he moved further down over my belly and down my thighs, until he was between them. He slowly peeled off my panties, kissing the flesh that had just been touched by the fabric as though he removing a shield from me. Then he threw my panties onto the ground.
“Mm, I want you so badly, but I want to please you first. I want you to feel complete pleasure,” he said, as he pushed his face between my thighs and onto my sweet center. He placed soft kisses there as I threw my head back and moaned. I was filled with love and light as he pleased me. His tongue moved up and down between my folds, making me wetter and hotter. I could feel the heartbeat pulsing gathering there. I was ready to explode. His tongue moved up higher, on top of my clitoris. He pressed and flicked it.
“I love that you do this for me,” I whispered, as I pushed my hands into his thick hair. He groaned and moved his tongue faster.
Then I released into ecstasy as electricity spread across my center. The rush moved through me in a tremble of warmth. I laid back on the couch, numb and melting into the cushions as the waves rocked me. Connor stood up and started to unbuckle his belt.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
He reached into his pockets. He pulled out his wallet and looked. “Shit. No. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“Well, I knew I was going to see you,” I said, standing up. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. I opened the drawer and tossed a box at him.
“A whole box? You plan on really wearing me out don’t you?” He raised a brow at me.
“I hope so.” I kissed him.
“I’m okay with that,” he said, as he slipped off the straps of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra and just stood there in my heels and nothing else.
“You are beautiful, Lydia. I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, as he looked at me. I smiled at him. I unsnapped the button snaps of his western shirt and pulled it off of him. I looked at his hard six-pack abs and toned chest. I ran my hands up and down over it as I sighed. “You are beautiful too, cowboy.”
He smiled. “You are driving me crazy.”
“Good.”
I moved my hands down his jeans and over his hard cock. He sucked in a sharp breath of air. I couldn’t take it anymore either. I finished working his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked off his boots and pushed out of his jeans and boxers. I backed up to the bed and laid down on my side. I watched his perfect naked form walk to me. His staff was hard and rigid, ready for me. He grabbed a condom from the box and slipped it on. I loved watching him do this. It only turned me on even more.
Connor laid down behind me, spooning me. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He placed soft kisses on my neck while his hand cupped and massaged my breasts. Feeling his strong chest and stomach against my back made me feel safe and protected. His lips grazing against my neck and shoulder gave me goosebumps. The pinching feeling he was giving me on my hard nipples made me moan.
Then he slipped his hard dick inside of my wet center. He was still spooning me and entering me from behind. I lifted my leg resting it on his. He moved his cock in slowly, I was so wet. His strong callused hands pressed against my breasts. I was deeply in love with this cowboy.
He pushed himself deep inside of me and then out again. His movements were slow and came with kisses on my neck.
“Connor, that feels so good.” I couldn’t keep from moaning.
“You feel good. You’re so small and petite.”
His body formed against mine, as though we fit together and were made for each other. I could feel the delicious sensation of his hard manhood in and out of me. I was still in a sensitive state and I could hardly handle it any longer.
“I’m going to come, Connor. I’m going to—” but I couldn’t finish. I bit down on his tattooed forearm that was wrapped around me. The convulsions over took me as I trembled into release. Connor moaned as he listened to me and felt my body tremor.
His movement slowed, but only for a while. Then he started again. He moved faster and faster, his skin slapping against mine. He was dipping his cock in and out of me. I was in such a state I could barely hold myself together as I melted into the bed and laid on my side.
“Mm, I’m going to come, Lydia. Damn, this is what you do to me. Fuck,” he said. I felt his arm tighten around me. He held me hard against him. He moved faster and faster and then he grunt
ed and groaned as he released. He moved slowly.
Then he stopped and left himself inside of me as he moaned and kissed my neck. I rubbed his tattooed forearm with my hand, savoring everything about this moment. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure moving through me.
“Don’t go to sleep. That was just the first round,” he whispered.
“Really? Okay then,” I opened my eyes, playfully teasing him. I turned my head over my shoulder. His lips pressed against mine. He was still inside of me and pressed against my back while he kissed me. I thought I could stay like this forever. There was a sense of safety in being shielded by this strong cowboy with his body wrapped around mine. I loved it. Craved it.
After a few moments, we laid down next to each other. I turned to look at him, this strong cowboy. I laid my head on his hard chiseled chest, feeling safe and protected. It was a good feeling, very comfortable. I knew that this was where I belonged, in the arms of this real cowboy. Nothing was going to change that for me again.
“Lydia,” he sighed my name.
“Yes, Connor.”
“I love you. I’m in love with you,” he said.
I lifted my head and looked at those green eyes. A big smile came across his face. “Really. I do,” he said.
“I do too. I love you, Connor.”
“Come here.” He pulled me against his chest again and kissed the top of my head. I was smiling from ear to ear. I loved him and he loved me. I felt like I was high in the clouds. This was the start of a new beginning and there was no other place that I wanted to be than wrapped in the arms of this cowboy.
37
Connor Dawson
The last few weeks had been incredible. Everything was perfect. Lydia and I were getting along better than ever, we were in love. I had no problem saying that out loud to her or to anyone else. I was completely hers. Things with the family had been a lot better, too. That talk we’d had with Dylan had made us closer than ever. It was a talk that needed to happen, and I had noticed a change in him these past few weeks. He hadn’t asked me to join him at the dive bar for a drink at all over the past few weeks. Instead, he was happy to get a six-pack, put it in a bucket of ice, and play pool in the barn with his brothers and Abi. It was more fun anyway, because we could cut up and be silly. He would only drink one or two beers and call it a day. He was really taking charge of his life again. Lydia even joined us now and again for a round of pool and beers in the barn. She fit right in with the Dawson clan and I was glad about that. We made a promise to talk about things out in the open so that we didn’t have a misunderstanding or not know where each other stood. It was a learning experience for me because I had never been in love like this. She was everything.
Dylan and I were back to work on the books, and I had been very impressed by how much he had learned. My father was impressed, too. Soon Dylan would be able to take over that responsibility from me and I was more than happy to give it to him. I think it also gave him a sense of purpose, made him feel like he was more involved in the farm and ranch then just manual labor. I could tell that he took pride in this work and he was good at it. This was what he needed. He had been doing well learning the books all along, but it wasn’t until Father told him that he eventually wanted him to take over the books that he really got into the work. It made me smile to see my little brother so happy. He was still on shit duty, but only for a few more days. He had really learned his lesson, and I was glad that I wasn’t the one in trouble. I’d had shit duty myself once in high school when I got into serious trouble. It was not a fun chore when it was all yours, day after day.
“Hey, the girls wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready,” Dylan said, coming over to me in the barn. I had been rolling hay with the pitchfork.
“Then I guess we better go wash up, little brother,” I said, putting the tool away. Then I grabbed him by the head and ran my fist back and forth across his hair. I knew that he hated this. I had been doing it to him since we were very little.
“Watch the hair,” he said.
I just laughed at him and let him go. “You always gotta do that to me, Connor. I ain’t ten years old anymore.”
I smiled. I could still see him as a ten year old sometimes. Together we walked to the back door of the kitchen. “How much shit you get into today?” I asked.
“Oh ha-ha. You guys with the shit jokes every day,” he said, annoyed.
“Oh, and do you find that shitty?” I joked, elbowing him in the side.
“Stop. I can’t take it anymore.”
I laughed and laughed. Abi, Wyatt, Tanner and I had been pounding him with shit jokes since he started on the job and we weren’t likely to stop any time soon. We walked in through the back door.
“It smells absolutely amazing,” Dylan said.
“What is that incredible smell?” I asked.
“It’s garlic bread,” Lydia said. She gave me a big smile. She was helping Abi prepare dinner in the kitchen.
“Well, it smells wonderful,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Then I moved to the sink to wash my hands.
“That’s because Lydia is a wonderful cook. She has taught me a few things already,” Abi said, with a bright smile.
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said.
I loved seeing Lydia there in the house. This looked right. It looked comfortable and this was what I wanted to see more often. It made me happy.
“Hey, why isn't the table set?” Dylan said, looking at the kitchen table.
“Because we’re eating in the dining room tonight. We need the extra chairs and room,” Abi said.
“Why? Who else is coming?” Dylan asked.
“Tanner and Madison are going to be here any minute,” Abi said.
“Yes, so if you guys don't mind setting the dining table,” Lydia said, looking at me.
“Yes ma’am, we’re on it. Just let us run upstairs and change out of our work clothes. We’ll be right back,” I said, grabbing Dylan. Since we were eating in the dining room, Father wouldn’t want us in our work clothes.
“Yeah, Dylan’s clothes are shitty!” Lydia shouted. I laughed so hard.
“No! Come on, not you too, Lydia. Dang it,” Dylan said.
“Sorry, can’t help it!” she shouted at us.
“That’s my girl!” I shouted.
“Even the girlfriends are giving me shit,” Dylan muttered.
Dylan and I started climbing up the stairs to change. Wyatt was on his way down, already dressed for dinner.
“Well, if you’re already dressed then you can set the table!” Dylan shouted at him, giving him shit.
“Yeah, yeah.” Wyatt said. “You ain’t gotta give me shit.”
“Oh! Burn!” Abi shouted from the kitchen.
Wyatt laughed.
“Maybe you should jump in the shower,” I said to Dylan when we got to the top of the stairs.
“Yes, I’m taking a quick shower. Get off my ass!”
I laughed. Things were pretty much back to normal at Dawson Ranch. Except that it looked different on the inside, and felt a little different as well. Things were lighter, and everyone seemed happy, even Dylan. He hopped in the shower and I took off my work clothes and cleaned up at the sink.
“Lydia’s getting in on the game, too. Shit, she fits right in.” Dylan said from the shower.
“Yes, she does. She’s incredible. Now hurry up,” I wrapped a towel around my waist, then giggling to myself, I flushed the toilet and ran out.
“Damn it, Connor! Ouch! Hot!” Dylan shouted as I ran out the door in my towel. I just couldn’t stop laughing. I went into my room and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a western shirt. I pulled on my nice boots, not my work boots.
Fifteen minutes later, we were all standing around the dining table, the entire Dawson family, including Tanner and Madison. Lydia was at my side, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She looked just as beautiful as ever.
Father spoke up, “I am glad to have the whole family here for di
nner. We don’t get to have dinners like this very often with everyone so busy and in and out of this house. But I just want to give a big thanks to Lydia, for helping us freshen up our home. Lydia, I’m sure you heard from everyone that I was against remodeling these rooms, but Abi convinced me. And I have to say you did a fine job keeping it looking like my home, only new, fresh and better. We all thank you.”
“Thank you Mr. Dawson, that means a lot to me,” she said.
“Thank you, Lydia,” everyone said.
“Especially for the new washer and dryer, Lord knows we needed that,” Abi said. “And you did a great job on the rooms. It is so beautiful but still home,” Abi said, smiling at Lydia. Lydia was beaming. I knew that it meant a lot to her that Abi had warmed up to her in such a way. Now they got along just fine. I was glad for it, too.
“Now, let’s dig in and eat this fine meal that Lydia and Abi prepared for us,” my father said, looking down at the Italian style meal. There was pesto rigatoni, caprese salad, thinly sliced steak in an olive sauce, and garlic bread.
“Yes, let’s do it.”
“Pass the dish.”
Everyone was talking over everyone else as the room grew louder. This was a Dawson family dinner. Everyone was cuttin’ up. Making fun in a good way, and being happy as we filled our bellies after a hard day of labor on the ranch.
I looked at Lydia and smiled, so happy that she was a vital part of this family now. I wanted her at my side, and not just for dinner. She smiled back at me and her dark green eyes sparkled as she passed me the large bowl of pasta. I winked at her and served myself a heaping helping.
“So Lydia, Connor tells us that you are looking for a space to rent to start your own business,” my brother Tanner said to her.
“Yes, I’m looking at spaces. I think I found an affordable one that is halfway between here and the city. It is not far from the highway, but not right on it. It’s a good location because I could have clients here in Safety, and some in the city as well. Then I would have an easy commute to both of them, and to my home as well,” she said. “It’s also a lot more affordable than a commercial space in the city.”