“Nah, but I came for this little one right here.” He took Anthony Middleton III from my arms. I legally changed my name before our wedding two months after we got back together. I refused to have that other name haunt me any longer. It meant jack shit to me and reminded me of the years of abuse. I stood proud alongside my cousins as they added me to the fold. I was the head of security for the entire Middleton Corporation and all its hotels. It was a cushy job as I delegated duties to those beneath me. But to me, it was the bonding I had with my family. I hadn’t forgotten about Andy. He was doing well all on his own, proving daily that he wasn’t his father’s son after all. He’d just graduated college and is waiting to meet the right girl to settle down with.
“Careful, he just finished eating.”
“It’s okay. He’s a Middleton, throwing up food isn’t in our vocabulary.”
“That’s for sure. So do you got some cows to cook?” I asked, my stomach was growling. After all the sex this morning, I could eat the entire farm.
“Yes, my housekeeper is getting them ready for the grill.”
“Good. I’m starving.” My words had Denise blushing and my grandfather smiling at me.
“Worked up an appetite, have ya? Well, leave that wife of yours alone and get to grilling.”
“I’m taking her back with me,” I replied. I loved the old coot. He’d been teaching me the ropes around here. He was set on giving me the place and I wanted it. Denise fell in love with the ranch as well. She’d watch the horses do laps around their large pen, but since she had been pregnant she couldn’t go near them.
“Hey, you promised to take me to see the horses.”
“And I will, beautiful, but first we need some strength. The ride is a rough one,” I said with a wink, helping her to her feet and down the hall to the backyard.
Twenty years later...
Tony
Things were booming for the Middleton Hotels, but I'd taken a step down from the company fifteen years prior when I became engrossed in the ranch. My grandfather died five years ago, but loved that we all moved in. My large brood had taken up the house. It seemed my wife and I were into breeding more than livestock. She was, after all this time, pregnant with our seventh kid. She was complaining that she was too old, but she was only thirty-nine. Denise was the most agile, healthy woman I’d ever seen. After the first baby, she learned how to ride. We now have a horse riding program for children with special needs. It was something close to our hearts as our little girl was born with a hearing impairment. She’s doing great now, but it was a long and hard road for all of us. When my little Susie took to the horses, it was a joy to see her smiling. Now she was fifteen and helping her mother every day. She didn’t care for boys yet. Really, I believe it stemmed from her impairment, but for now a father will take it.
“Hey there, cowboy. What’s on your mind?”
“You and our kids. How you feeling this morning?”
“Wonderful, actually. Do you want to take me for a ride today?”
“Wow, that could be taken so many ways.”
“Yeah, like rough and fast, or even slow and sweet.”
“Sweetheart, I guess I know how you’re feeling. Hornier than a motherfucker.”
“Always for you, Anthony.” She slipped her arm around mine and started leading us to the house.
“I thought you wanted to ride?”
“I need to get ready first.”
“What about the kids?”
“Tony is with Susie, brushing the horses down. Miles went fishing with Mitch and Reed. And Eric is at his friend’s house down the road. So, it’s you and me in this big ol’ house. What do you say, cowboy? I want some alone time.”
“Saddle up baby, it’s going to be a wild ride.” I grabbed her from around the back of the knees and flipped her over my shoulder. She was only a month pregnant, so it was still all good. Of course, I felt the sting of her smacking my ass. The woman was riled up. “You don’t behave, I might just have to rope you up.”
“I’ll behave,” she said in contrition, which I knew was a motherfucking lie. This little woman wanted to be at my mercy. Over the years, we’d grown to add more things into our sex life. With her pussy constantly rubbing against the saddle, she came back a sweaty, needy mess. And there was only so many times we could fuck with the kids in the other room. I had to learn how to muffle her screams.
I reached our bedroom and went straight to the bed. Tossing her on the soft mattress and twenty pillows she had to have, I went to get my supplies.
“Fuck,” I growled, when I heard her moan. Her hand
was already between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Damn the woman.
“Stop touching yourself. And take off your clothes now.” She did, but still teased her clit after I told her not to. I shook my head. “I warned you, love.”