15. Ride
Ride
Nash
I had the best ever sleep last night, all up until I heard a damn rooster crowing at the sunrise. Nothing happened once we got back to Willa’s place. We showered separately and got ready for bed. Lucky for me, I always leave an overnight bag in my truck for emergency trips. I held her all night and rubbed her back with my fingertips until she fell asleep, with me right behind her. I am sure Fletcher appreciated the night of peace also. Now he and I are both wide awake, so I decide to get up and get dressed. Throwing some jeans on and a t-shirt, I walk in the kitchen and see a bag of dog food on the counter for Fletcher with a note.
Help yourself to some coffee. I ran up to my parents and grabbed some dog food for Fletcher. Not sure if this is what he eats or not, but I didn't want him to go hungry. Help yourself to whatever. Breakfast will be at the main house @8:00am if you can wait that long. I will be back by then to get you though.
XOXOX- Willa
Huh, how early did she get up? I didn't even notice her rolling out of bed. I must have been zonked out. I do some snooping on her shelves, looking at pictures, and books she has. I do notice some of her books turned backwards which bothers my OCD, so I pull them out to fix the issue. Glancing over the titles of billionaire CEOs, Alpha mates, and flat out gritty covers of shirtless men, I take a note, as this explains quite a bit about my fiery angel. It is one thing to read about and another to act on it. Grabbing one to throw in my bag to read up on later, I go back to fixing them her way.
Letting Fletcher out the front door to do his own business, I look over to my left, and I can see Willa on the back of a horse. Looks like a Paint from here. Thinking I am going to enjoy watching this, I head back to grab a cup of coffee, then sit back on the front porch in one of her rockers with Fletcher by my feet. I notice another guy down there with her, which I am guessing is her brother, Dirks, that she has mentioned to me.
Damn .
She is incredible. I don’t know anyone who can put their trust in a horse like that at full speed. For Willa, it looks effortless from where I am sitting. Rounding the barrels over and over again until she stops and jumps off the horse. I watch as the guy brings her a black horse, and she walks both of them around the barrels together, then she jumps on the black one. Wait, is there not a saddle on that horse? What in the hell is she doing? I would love to get a closer view, but not wanting to interrupt what she is doing, I decide to continue watching from the porch. I see her lean down like she is whispering something in the horse's ear, and the horse starts walking off. Willa puts her arms straight out to her sides in the air, and the horse picks up speed.
Shit!
Her ass is going to fall off. Does she have any sense when it comes to her well-being? Slipping on my boots, I start to walk down there, but as I get closer, I can tell she is smiling and laughing. The look of freedom. I continue to stare in wonderment. Who am I to tell her she is crazy for what she is doing? She lives this world, I don’t. But I know the feeling of being part of something dangerous and on the edge, with everyone warning you to be careful. It’s a choice.
I make it to the side of the fence and prop my boot up on the railing while leaning over it.
“Hey, man.” I hear, turning to see the guy walk over. Extending his hand, he says, “I’m Dirks, Willa’s brother.”
Taking his hand in mine, I give a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Dirks. I am Nash.” Taking a sip of coffee, I nod toward Willa. “She is really good at that.”
“Good? She is a powerhouse in this world. Shame the accident took her out a bit, but looks like she is getting her groove back.”
Looking back at Willa and deciding to play dumb because she has yet to tell me, I ask, “So that must be Doc she is on now and was part of the accident, right?”
“Yeah, man. They are both lucky to be standing and moving right now. I was right at the gate when it happened. Like her, I swear I heard Doc’s ankle break. Knowing Willa was bad-off, all she could think of at that moment was making sure he was okay. I still have flashbacks of her lying there with blood matted in her hair and flowing down her face. As soon as we were able to move Doc off Willa enough to pull her out, when I went to pick her up, I heard and felt the snap of her hip bone. I almost dropped her when I froze, but Pa and the paramedics came over and took her. She was on so much adrenaline and worrying about Doc, she had no idea how broken her body was.”
“Wow, sounds like an intense moment. Seems like she has come out on the other side alright.”
“Up until last weekend, she would not even get on a horse. I might have you to thank for that. Tilly told me they walked into the barn with her on Doc, taking a picture for you.”
Knowing exactly what picture he is speaking of, I hold back a smile. “Huh, she did not let on it was such a big deal.”
“Tilly said she was in shock when she realized what she had done.” Nodding my head, I take another sip of coffee, all while taking notes in my head that I know I am invading her privacy, but she has marked off as off limits. Not just the accident, she does not talk about much of this. Every time I ask her, it is a short answer like no big deal and moves on to another topic. Last night was the first night I actually got some information out of her. This is a big deal, she is an amazing deal.
“So the paint over there, who is that?” I point out the first horse Willa was riding.
“That is Ringo.” I laugh to myself at another Tombstone name. Dirks continues, “That is who she is going to compete with. She burned through her entire life’s savings and winnings to save Doc’s life though he will never be her rodeo partner again. Those two were like lighting and could read each other's thoughts. I think she thinks if she has both of them in the arena together, Doc will share some knowledge with Ringo. Also, she finds her balance best on Doc, so she is hoping it will help her sense what is off when she is on Ringo.” It is then I see her stand up on Doc’s back as he trots around the arena.
“What the hell is she doing?” Putting my coffee cup on the ground, I’m about to climb over the fence when Dirks places his arm out in front of me.
“Breathe, man. This is nothing compared to some of the crazy shit she does. Those two would open up the rodeo with their stunts. When you have a minute, search for Sequins in Tombstone video. It will blow your mind.” Not taking my eyes off of Willa, I watch her calmly sit back down as she makes her way to us.
“Morning, Cowboy, did I wake you?”
“No, your rooster did. But you about gave me a heart attack with those stunts of yours.” She laughs as I look up at her on her horse. Camo ball cap on with her hair in 2 braids, a gray shirt in jeans with her boots all while the sun peaking over her head. “God you are gorgeous.” A clearing of a throat brings me out of my insistent staring.
“Okay, Cowboy, let’s work on getting you fed.”
“Tilly and I can untack Ringo and release them both back out,” Dirks speaks up.
“Thank you, bro. I’ll see y'all at breakfast then.”
I decide to pick Willa up in a bridal style and carry her back to the house. “Nash, I am getting you all smelly and dirty. You need to put me down.”
“Too late, damage is done. Is this better?” I smirk as I throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass.
“You win.”
“That’s what I thought.” As we reach her front porch, I swing open the screen door and walk in, slowly letting her slide down the front of my body. Placing my palms on both sides of her face, I lean down to kiss her. “You are the most incredible, challenging, brave, and beautiful person I have ever met Willa.” She blushes, putting her hands on my wrists, pulling my hands off her face.
“Thanks Nash. Just an average girl here.”
“There is nothing average about you, baby. I promise whatever transpires over the next few hours, days, what it may be, I am not letting you go. You are the only thing in my life worth keeping.”
Reaching up on her tip-toes to kiss me, deflecting, she says, “I am going to jump in the shower, joining me?”
“Yes, give me two, and I will be there.”
She walks off, and I need to call Clint because I noticed I missed his call earlier.
“Hey, man, what's up?”
“We have a problem, brother.”
“What could it be on a Saturday?”
“Mom and Dad are back. Got in last night. It seems they caught wind of their favorite son hanging out with a red head. Pictures too.”
“What the hell? What pictures?”
“A handful from the concert, you on the phone on the golf course, smiling, and then a few heated ones from Thursday night.”
“Who keeps following me, that I don’t know?”
“You know you are like the hottest bachelor in Texas, you cannot be in shock over this.”
“Not in shock, just pissed about this shit. Do Mom or Dad know who she is yet?”
“They didn’t say much, but I hope you plan on meeting up for a family dinner tonight.”
“Fuck. Fine. I need to go. I’ll check in later.”
We say bye, then I throw my phone onto the couch, needing to put my poker face before I strut in her bathroom.
Opening the door, the steam has fogged up the mirror and glass doors. Willa swipes her hand around the glass so I can see her through the water drops. I catch a glimpse of her breast and the side of the perfect hourglass body. Pulling my clothes off but before stepping out of my boxer briefs, I head over and open the glass door.
“Willa,” a deep growl bellows out as she has one of her hands between her legs, fondling herself, with her other hand massaging her left breast. Her neck is bent back like she’s enjoying herself too much. Jesus, this is the first time I am really able to take her beauty in all together. The truck did not give much viewing pleasure. She finally brings her head down and locks her eyes on me, chest breathing heavy, letting a moan escape her lips. Slipping out of my briefs, I quickly walk into the shower, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head.
“Baby, I will be the only one making you come. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says as I swipe my fingers between her wet folds and suck them in my mouth, then move her to sit on the shower bench. She is eye level with my cock, and I watch her lick her lips.
“Do you want this, Willa?” I ask as I stroke myself in front of her, my dick already weeping for her. She nods her head yes, placing her hand around me. “Take me, Willa, take all of me.” She first uses her tongue to lick from base to tip, before wrapping those sultry pink lips around me.
A deep groan escapes me when she sucks and moves her mouth back and forth, while twirling her tongue around me like a damn popsicle. I have never felt anything so sublime.
“Good, Willa. That’s a good girl.” Placing one hand on the tile in front of me to hold myself up from caving to her touch, I wrap her hair around my other hand as my control to guide her. She doesn’t need it because she already knows how to unravel me, lighting the fire within and burning me from the inside out with fevered passion. I know she likes the roughness as she moans around my cock, and that sends a vibration throughout, my knees almost giving in.
“Cherry…You feel…so…Fucking good…Cherry…right there…right. There.” I moan as I feel the tip slam to the back of her throat. “Willa, I am about to…Cherry.” Tightening my hair in my hand, she moans again, pushing me to release myself down her throat. She sucks and massages, before pulling back then licking the tip.
“Fuck, Willa. I never...I never have come undone that fast.” Keeping a tight grip on her hair, I pull her up to take her mouth with mine.
“I keep craving you and enjoying your engorged length.”
Grinning, I hold her tighter. “That is why I have been trying to take it slow with you. Knowing what I want to do to you, knowing I could hurt you.”
She whispers, “More,” into my mouth, and all self control is gone.