Billy
I love this woman.That was what I thought every time I looked at her. I loved her when she showed Teacup a little pat of kindness. I loved her when she touched my face in the barn. I loved how interested she was in my siblings as if they were her own. I loved her when she told me no man she’d been with compared to me. I loved her when she made me remember how she loved to ride me. I loved her standing next to me, cold and wet from resetting a fence, and still smiling. I always loved her. I always would.
I’d spent the afternoon looking for reasons to touch her. At first, it was just a hand up or a shoulder to lean on as she climbed over a felled fence. And then, I was looking for any excuse to touch her. Ranch work isn’t usually sexy. Kat had a way about her that made even breathing sexy. Watching her work, the way she used her body, how strong she was and still so graceful, it was exhilarating. But also, there was something about Kat, like she was made for me. I was more fun with Kat. I was lighter. I was alive.
After a particularly gnarly battle with a fence post, I decided we’d done enough mending for one afternoon, and headed back to the barn. Honestly, I could tell Kat was cold. She hadn’t complained once, but the idea that she was suffering was too much for me to bear. As it became clear that we were headed back to the barn, she asked, “Are we going back in?”
I shrugged, “Done enough for one day.”
With a glint in her eye, she dared, “Last one to the barn is a rotten egg.”
Before I could even digest what she said, I was watching her mane of red hair race away from me. She was leaning in close to Teacup’s neck, just enough to round her ass, so there was no chance I wasn’t staring. I was done controlling how I felt. I wanted Kat, even if she left me again.
I chased after her like a man on a mission. She got to the barn first, but I dismounted Napoleon and was next to her before her feet hit the ground.
As she was sliding off Teacup, I caught her from behind, crushing every curve against me until her feet landed and that pert little ass was pushed hard against my cock. I stayed still for a moment, reveling in the feel of her. Running my hands from her waist to her thighs and up again. Her breathing quickened.
I leaned forward, bringing my lips inches from her ear. “I want to be inside you, Kat.” Her head fell back against my chest and she released a gasp of pleasure at my words. Teacup clip-clopped a bit next to us.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “We have to tie up the horses.”
I didn’t move. I wasn’t losing this moment. She started to shift away to manage Teacup, but I pulled her back flush against my dick. Low, rough, and humid, I whispered against her ear again, “Here’s what I want you to do. While I’m dealing with the horses, you are going to climb up to the loft. You’re going to spread out a blanket and lie down. I want you to unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand under your panties and touch yourself, Kat.”
I cupped her breast in my hand and felt her nipple pebble at my touch. I dropped my hand down, popped the button on her jeans, and slipped my fingers inside, dipping them down until I felt the wetness between her folds.
My voice heavy with need, I stroked her clit and said, “I want you to pretend you're me. I want you to tease yourself. I want you still slick and ready to beg when I get up there. Can you do that for me? Can you tease your sweet little pussy?” She started to buck against the tips of my fingers, already aching for me to make her full.
I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck. And then, for the second time in my life, I said, “I’m gonna kiss you now, Kat.”
Disentangling myself from her jeans, I spun her around and pushed her back against the stable door. After ten years, I was desperate for her lips. She was hungry and welcoming. I wasn’t gentle. I invaded her mouth, and our tongues intertwined as I pushed closer. My hands encircled her ass, pulling her tight against me. Using my hand, I wrapped her left leg around my waist and rutted my cock right where she needed it, knowing and loving that dry humping didn’t have to be enough, we were adults and we had the time to do this slowly.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Kat. Do you understand that?” I panted, forcefully.
She nodded, unable to form words, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
“Good,” I quieted, and I put her leg down, then kissed her gently. I turned her body towards the loft ladder. She headed straight for it. I meant to be all alpha and whatnot, but watching her walk away, my dick ached for her. I couldn’t help myself. I called after her, “I’ll be quick.”
She turned around, all sweet smiles and ruddy cheeks, “Oh, thank fuck.”
I laughed.
Walking backwards, she said, “I missed you, Billy Morgan, missed you on my skin.”
God, I missed her too.