Cowboy Husband

This is a different kind of ‘making love.’ Not slow and sweet the way you see in movies. This is something else. Our bodies slap together with force. It’s aggressive and blinding, a flurry of motion, but our eyes never leave each other’s. This is our kind of love. Exciting and new and different for both of us. We’re still trying to figure it out. We’re learning each other. I’ve never had this much fun being schooled.

“Oh shit,” she says, her eyes widening.

Her jaw clenches and her body comes off the couch, pressing her chest to mine. “Keep your eyes open, baby,” I say to her. “Look at me.”

She obeys, and I get to watch the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen—my girl—lose herself to me.

13

Ram

It’s Cadie’s big night. I sit toward the front of the theater, my ticket in hand, picking at the edges as I wait for her to come on stage. The crowd rolls in around me. The mix of cologne and perfume leave a cloud in the air and gives me a slight headache. All these people are here to see my girl, the star of the show. They won’t be sorry. I imagine there won’t be a dry eye in the house by the time she’s done. It still gets to me every time, seeing her perform. It’s funny. Before meeting Cadie, if someone had told me I would be sitting here, right now, I would’ve laughed.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” Tim says, sliding into the seat beside me.

His wife waves at me. “Hi Ram, you look so handsome tonight.”

“And you look stunning, Marlene,” I tell her.

She blushes and waves the compliment away.

I introduced Cadie to them last week. They hit it off right away, and Tim actually told me he was proud of me. Tim is like a father to me. I respect his opinion. And the fact that he approves of Cadie just makes being with her even better.

“Thanks for being here,” I tell him.

He gives me a paternal smile. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The dark stage lights up and Cadie comes out, glowing in the spotlight. The music starts and her body begins to move. When she dances it’s as if everyone holds their breath. There’s not a single sound to be heard except the music. She leaps and jumps as if gravity doesn’t apply to her. Her body bends and twists as if she doesn’t have a spine.

Tim dabs at the corners of his eyes with the same dirty handkerchief he carries with him at work, and I smile. My heart swells with pride and love for my girl. At the end of her performance, the audience stands. The roar of applause is deafening. The yips and whistles ring in my ears long after the show is over.

“Tell Cadie she was amazing, won’t you?” Marlene says.

“She’s really something,” Tim says, tilting his head down so that I don’t see the tears still glittering in his eyes.

“You’re not going to go see her?” I say.

“Nah, she has plenty of admirers to keep her company.” Tim leans in and gives me a nudge with his elbow. “And I suspect you’ll be wanting to get her home as soon as possible.”

His not-so-subtle wink makes me laugh.

“Come on you old hound, stop embarrassing the boy and let’s get out of here before the traffic gets crazy,” Marlene says. She points at me. “You bring that girl over for dinner sometime next week.”

“I will,” I say.

Once Tim and Marlene are gone, I push my way through the packed house and head back stage to find her. Her fellow dancers surround her. I lean against a wall and watch her a moment. I’ve never seen someone light up from within the way she does. When she’s happy, everyone knows it. When she’s sad, hearts break. Right now I’m just basking in her light, soaking it in.

The other dancers in her troupe pat her on the back and tell her how amazing she did. Her smile is effervescent. As if sensing my presence, she looks around until she sees me and runs into my arms, tangling her limbs with mine in a crushing hug.

“I was so nervous,” she says, still out of breath.

The roar of other voices is too loud. I can barely hear her. I pull her into a nearby storage room away from the noisy crowd so we have some privacy. I look around the room. We’re surrounded by props and racks of costumes.

“You didn’t look nervous,” I tell her, brushing away stands of hair that stick to the sweat beading her forehead. “You looked stunning.”

Her smile beams. “I thought of you then entire time. Your encouragement got me through it,” she says.

I kiss her. It was only meant to be a peck, but she parts her lips and finds my tongue, deepening it. She pulls away only long enough to say, “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

I smile as she pushes her lips back onto mine.

She’s wearing a cream-colored leotard. There isn’t much to it, just a thin veil of fabric for flexibility. When I brush my hand across her breasts, her nipples are hard and obvious. I pinch them through the fabric and she moans into my mouth. Damn, she really is turned on. Then again, I’ve noticed that about her. Every time she comes back from practice, she drags me straight to the bed. The exertion gets her frisky, or maybe it’s the adrenaline that comes along with it.

I run my finger along the fabric between her legs. Her arousal soaks through, wetting my fingers. She moves her hips, grinding against them. I move the fabric to the side. Just as my fingers are about to enter her, the door opens, and there’s a gasp from our intruder. Cadie startles and we both whip our heads around to see the trespasser.

A young woman with a blonde pixie cut stands in the doorway. She glances at me, then at Cadie. Her face blushes a deep crimson and she mutters apologies as she backs out and closes the door. I wedge a chair under the door handle so we won’t be disturbed again.

I laugh and kiss Cadie on the forehead. She’s smiling too, but there’s something odd in her expression.

“What?” I ask, concerned.

“Do you recognize her?”

“No, is she a friend of yours?”

She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “That’s Mara, the girl who said she slept with you.”

“I’ve never seen that woman in my life,” I say in all honesty. Nothing about her was familiar.

“You just saw her on stage. She played the sister to my character.”

I pull Cadie back into my arms. “Well, she wasn’t memorable. Compared to you, all the other dancers were just shadows.”

She smiles, and the wariness leaves her eyes. “Enough about them,” Cadie says, dragging me to the corner of the room where there’s a prop couch on wheels. She sits down and spreads her legs. “It’s time for my reward.”

I kneel before my queen. The wet patch of fabric between her legs has grown in size. I do believe getting caught may have turned her on even more. Is my girl an exhibitionist? That could be fun. She sure didn’t seem to care if anyone caught us that day on the beach. Just another path we’ll get to explore in our life together.

I pull the crotch of her leotard to the side, exposing her lush sex, dripping with want. My tongue swirls her delicious crevice like ice cream on a cone. I breathe her scent. Delicate and floral. I reach up and take the straps of her leotard, pulling them down off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I want her completely naked before me. I keep peeling the stretchy fabric off her body until it’s in a pile on the floor.

I wonder if seeing her naked will ever cease to amaze me. We fuck every night. I see her naked everyday but the sight of her still takes my breath away. I notice something new about her body each time. A different freckle. A well-defined muscle. I make a mental map. One day I will know her like the back of my hand. I will know everything that makes her tick. I suspect that even then, I won’t tire of her. I’ll just get better at bringing her pleasure until I’m a master of my craft.

Taking her clit into my mouth, I nibble on the stiff bud. She raises her hips, pushing against my face. I slide two fingers inside her. Now that her body is starting to adjust to my size, she can take three fingers, so I slip in another. She sucks in a breath. Things get significa

ntly more slippery. When I pull my fingers out, they’re coated.

She sits up and wrestles with my pants until they drop down to my ankles. She then pulls down my boxers.

I grab my cock and slather it with her juices, slowly stroking myself. She gives me a mischievous smile and kneels in front of me. Is she going to …

Yes, she is.

“Fuck,” I groan as her mouth wraps around my dick and she sucks with vigor. She’s getting better at taking my length. Soon she’ll be able to down the entire thing. I can see the shape of it in the column of her throat, and I watch it go in and out. She doesn’t choke or gag. I’m impressed. And fucking turned on. This won’t take long. I’m right there.

“Wait, baby, I’m going to come,” I tell her.

She refuses to let go.

Okay, I see how it is.

Grabbing my ass, she pushes me deeper into her throat until her nose is pushed up against me. Holy shit, she got the whole thing in there. My fingers caress her cheeks then tangle in her hair.

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold on much longer,” I say.

This doesn’t stop her.

I try to hold on, but I can’t. My body lets go and I feel myself burst apart. She drinks it up, every drop until finally she pulls away and licks her lips.

I collapse on the couch beside her. “I was supposed to reward you, remember?”

She gives me a sexy look and winks at me. “You just did.”

I’m not letting her leave this place without getting her off on her big day. “Come here,” I tell her, and hoist her onto my lap.

I kiss her deep, tasting my salty cum on her tongue. She moans into my mouth as I play with her taut little clit. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready for round two. I take Cadie by the hips and lift her up. When she’s in line with the head of my rigid shaft, I lower her down and it’s like she’s melting onto me.

“God, you feel good,” I breathe.

“So do you,” she says, and starts to ride me.

I keep fondling her clit. Her moans get louder. Luckily the noise of the crowd is too loud for anyone to hear unless their ear is up against the door. Maybe not even then.

Her pussy shudders around me. I’ve grown familiar enough with her body to know what that means. She’s close. I move my fingers faster against her clit. Her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her entire body starts to shake.

“That’s it, let go,” I tell her.

I pull her closer to me and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. That does it. That sends her over the edge. She throws her head back. Her lungs open and she lets out a strangled cry as her orgasm destroys her.

“Oh, God, you’re amazing,” she says.

I lick the space between her breasts, and run my rough hands over the smooth globes of her ass cheeks. I tilt my head back and look up at her. The light above her casts her face in a shadow. All I can see is the gleam of her bright eyes.

“Not nearly as amazing as you, my love.”

We get dressed. There’s an obvious wet spot on Cadie’s leotard. She finds a skirt on one of the costume racks and giggles as she puts it on.

“Look what you did to me,” she says.

I cup her ass and give it a good squeeze. “I’ll do a whole lot more than that once I get you home.” I still have some fight left in me. I could go another round or two.

She bites her lip and looks up at me with those big stormy eyes, hungry for more. “Let’s hurry home.”

“If we can get through the crowd of fans,” I say.

Her smile falters. “I’m sure there aren’t that many. You’re just bias.” Fear draws her eyebrows together. “What if critics hate it? What if this show is my last?”

“It’s not,” I assure her. “Everyone loves you.”

If only she knew just how amazing she truly is. I hold her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “People adore you. I was in the crowd. I saw their faces, their expressions, their tears. You are loved by everyone—by me, most of all.”

I kiss her. “Now, try not to forget about the little people on your way to the top.”

She rolls her eyes and takes my hand.

We leave the stage, but we don’t get far. We’re bombarded by hordes of fans, just like I told her. She looks startled by the attention at first, but then starts to relax. She looks up at me with a smile so big it forces her eyes closed. I shrug as if to say, I told you so.

They beg for autographs and selfies. She’s offered business cards and other jobs. They fawn over her like the star that she is.

I stand by and watch as she meets new people and signs autographs. Little girls look up at her with stars in their eyes. She’s their idol. If the lights were out, I swear she’d continue to shine.

For a while, after meeting Cadie, I regretted my past as the Bed Shaker. I was ashamed. Surrounded by forgettable faces, the stalkers, the awkward trysts, the lonely nights, the void I was trying to fill through meaningless sex. But I can’t regret it anymore. If I hadn’t been the Bed Shaker, Cadie’s friend never would have given her my number, and we never would have met. I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. It all led me to the girl of my dreams and the love of my life.

THE END

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"Rina Smith?"

I straighten my skirt and shove to my feet, waving at the nurse behind the desk and wondering if she recognizes me by now. After all, it's my third time here at the clinic.

My stomach is a huge ball of nerves. My first two visits were easy—I just had to speak to the doctor about what I want. That much wasn't hard. I want a baby. Then I had to submit my employment history, proof of my capabilities to take care of said baby, not to mention being able to afford the steep price tag attached to this treatment. But again, that wasn't hard. I've had a hugely successful legal career, and I'm due for another promotion next quarter when my boss and mentor retires and names me as her successor. My life is completely on track in every way. By the time I'm forty, just twelve years from now, I should make partner at my firm. I'm living every dream I've ever had.

Except one.

I've been kind of busy, between killing it at work, keeping up with all my close friends, and enjoying my time off in ways I love—vacationing at the shore, going on hikes on the weekends–I haven't had a lot of time to date.

Okay, so I've had zero time for dating, actually. Ever since my first and only long-term relationship fell apart a few years ago. Well, more like blew up in my face. It’s left me hesitant to ever go through anything like that again.

But who needs love anyway? At least the romantic kind. I don't need a partner—I love my friends, I love my family... And I love the baby I'm going to have.

What could possibly go wrong? Me, raising a kid all on my own. After all, my mom had me when she was my age, an oops baby from a one-night stand who was never involved in my life. She raised me on her own, all while maintaining her career as the editor-in-chief of the local newspaper, and we were happy as hell. I never needed another parent in my life, I never felt like I missed out on having a dad. I had Mom, I had my grandparents, I had my aunts and uncles... And my baby will have the same.

Just as soon as I get through this procedure.

As long as I can be as strong as my mom. As independent. As caring and loving and involved enough to take up the space that most people need two parents for.

There go those nerves again, rioting in my stomach.

I take a deep breath as I stride up to the counter at the IVF clinic to begin filling out the last round of paperwork.

"Excited?" the nurse asks me with a polite smile.

"And nervous," I admit, forcing a smile back.

"That's perfectly n

atural. But you’re ready to go for this?"

"Of course."

"Well, let's just wait for your partner to get here, and then we can get started," she says, still smiling.

I bite my lower lip and hesitate. The swirl in my gut only worsens. "Um..."

"What's the matter? Is he running late?" The nurse frowns.

I wince. Clearly she has me confused with someone else. "No, there's, ah, no partner. I'm single."

"Oh! My goodness, I'm so sorry," the nurse replies, all in a rush that almost makes me wonder if there's something to be sorry for.

I hate the expression on her face. The poor you look.

I want a baby. I haven't met a man I'd want to reproduce with. And thanks to modern medicine, I don't need a man for it, I can just come in here, pick a photo and profile of a guy from a selection of donors, and get on with my life.

So why do I feel like something is missing? Like there’s a hole where half of this equation ought to be?

I ignore the sensation. Push it right down to the bottom of my heart, where I push everything else. Remember what happened last time you got serious with a guy? He dumped me drunkenly at a St. Patrick’s Day party, in front of all our mutual friends because he wanted to stay out playing beer pong longer.

I don’t need that. I don’t need a guy to complicate everything, to mock me or belittle me. I can do this on my own. Just like Mom. I ball up my fists and keep that fake smile plastered on my face.

"It's all right," I'm in the middle of saying to the nurse when the doors to the clinic burst open. A woman hurries through, out of breath, her eyes wild. She brushes in front of me, and I'm about to protest, but when I take one look at her panicked expression, I let her through. It must be some kind of emergency.

"Please, you have to help me," the woman shouts to the nurse at the desk.