Chapter 13
POV: Abby?
The sun was hot and the ride was long. Unbelievably long.
It felt like it took hours to go over hill after hill under the beating sun, but it was only 45 minutes long.
I was used to horse riding. Plus, animals were my thing and literally what I went to school for.
I ran my hand over Summer’s mane, the horse I was riding today and smiled.
Cole was riding beside me, pretending to be nonchalant, and kept his gaze forward. But I could see the way he glanced towards me, even if it was ever so slightly.
“You can stop pretending,” I teased.
But it was the usual response from Cole. Silence.
“Nice talk,” I scoffed, as I galloped forward, leaving the side of Cole.
But Cole caught up and nudged his horse closer to mine. “Can’t we just enjoy the silence for once?”
I scoffed. “For once? When do we not?”
Before I knew it, Cole galloped forward, stopping my horse with his own.
I yanked by the reins from falling forward. “What the hell, Cole!” I yelled, meeting his gaze.
“Let’s stop here.” Was all he said.
I wanted to yell at him—in the middle of this field at the top of my lungs and tell him that he can’t just do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. But we both knew that would be a blatant lie.
I knew that he could do whatever he wanted, because he always did, and I allowed it.
“Fine,” I finally said.
Cole just nodded, dismounting his horse and helping me off of mine.
I reluctantly took his hand, glaring at him as I did and planting my feet on the ground. Cole’s hand remained on my waist for a moment longer than it should have but I shook off the feeling and quickly distanced myself from him.
Cole didn’t wait to start up conversation again, instead he rifled through the saddle bag on his horse and pulled out a handful of items.
“What’s that?” I called out nosely from the other side of my horse, trying to peek over on my tip toes.
Of course he didn’t respond.
I walked around and saw him spreading out a red and white picnic blanket onto the tall grasses, along with a bottle of bourbon and two plastic cups.
“What? No charcuterie?” I teased nervously, shocked by the sight.
Cole gave me his usual overly serious stare with not even a smirk on his lips and motioned with a single hand to sit down. He patted the space next to him, “sit.”
I folded my arms against my chest in defiance.
“Sit, Abby.”
Another demand.
“You could say it a little nicer.”
His lips twitched slightly, almost as if he wanted to smile but didn’t. “Please sit.”
I let my arms fall to my side in obedience and plopped down next to him.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The comment surprised me. I hadn’t expected that out of Cole.
“Very but the simple things always are.”
Cole turned to look at me, mixing my gaze with his. “Glad to see that not all of you is a city girl.”
I laughed easily. “I went to school to become a vet tech, mainly a vet tech of ranch and farm animals. Kinda hard to be a city girl with a dream like that.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“I guess you’re not as insightful as you thought,” I joked, nudging at his arm.
“I never pictured that your perfectly done makeup and short sundresses fit in with a life at a ranch.”
I rolled my eyes. “I can get down and dirty when I want to, Cole.”
He cocked an eyebrow higher this time, as a smirk teetered on his lips. “I guess I’ve yet to see that part of you.”
My skin heated from his comment.
After a moment of silence, Cole poured us both a large shot of whiskey and handed me over a plastic cup.
“Cheers,” he muttered, looking into the distance, out at the cows and the rolling pastures.
“Cheers.” The liquor burned my throat but it didn’t stop as I drank it.
My entire body burned for him.
“So, what’s the deal?” I asked. “Did you bring me out here to kidnap me then bury my body?”
Cole gave me an unamused look.
“Do you do this for all of your dates?”
Still unamused. “Caught me.”
“I knew it,” I laughed, getting to my feet and walking towards my horse.
“Where are you going? Running away before I can bury your body?” he called out, stopping me in place.
That was actually witty. I’ll give him that. “I’m not about to get drunk and let you take advantage of me.”
“Take advantage of you?” he chuckled, creeping up from behind me.
As I turned, I let out a gasp.
He was so close, barely an inch away from my face.
“Did you think you were going somewhere, Abby?” His voice was possessive yet persuading at the same time.
The way he said my name made my knees buckle.
“Um,” I began, forgetting my thoughts before saying them.
He took a step closer and ran his thumb over my cheek. The motion was tender but I could see the hunger beneath his eyes.
“Come sit back down.”
Another demand.
I hated when he did that, when he thought he had that type of control over me.
And I hated that he sort of did.
His thumb dragged down my face rough until he his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. “Abby.”
I knew by not responding it would only piss him off more, but I couldn’t help myself.
Maybe I wanted to upset him, you know what, hell yeah I wanted to upset him. And maybe I knew what would come next. Rough sex.
“Are you purposefully trying to piss me off?”
I paused. “Yes.”
The word was simple but I knew the reaction it would cause.
Before I could say another peep, Cole scooped me up into his arms and carried me towards the blanket, kicking and flailing against his chest.
“Stop the charade, Abby.”
But I liked fighting him as much as I liked fucking him.
He set me down and at the first chance I got, I crawled away from him.
Cole grabbed my leg and yanked me towards him, then pinned me underneath him. “So difficult.”
“You’re an asshole,” I spat out.
“And you like it,” he growled.
And I did.
“You’re purposefully trying to piss me off by disobeying me,” he said, as his hand went down to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it off slowly then tossed it into the grass.
I had stopped wriggling around, mesmerized by the way his eyes pinned me down without his hands ever touching me.
I didn’t make a sound.
He yanked his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted body. “When will you learn to be a good girl?”
My breath caught in my throat.
Seeing him like this, his tanned and toned skin highlighted under the beating afternoon sun, and being alone with him in this field was a fantasy.
As he watched me, he slowly undressed me, slipping my jeans and boots off of me and discarding them onto the grass. He used his thumb to tease me, causing me to wriggle as he massaged my clit painfully slowly on the outside of my panties.
I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation, arching my back and moaning.
Within seconds, the feeling was gone as I blinked my eyes back open.
Cole was stripping himself of his jeans and underwear.
And his cock was rock hard.
I reached for it and Cole shook his finger at me and held my waist down to keep me in place.
“Stay.”
And this time I obeyed.
“Good girl.”
He smiled, he actually smiled.
Then he yanked my panties aside and buried his face into my pussy.
And god it felt amazing, as he licked and sucked slowly, agonizingly slowly, almost bringing me to the edge with each taste, then pulling me back. Without warning, he stopped, causing a whine to escape my mouth in protest.
“You’ll come on my cock or you won’t come at all.”
That sentence sent shivers down my spine.
Then he lifted me by my waist and flipped me around so that my ass was facing him and I was on all fours.
As he entered me, I let out a loud, echoing moan.
He filled me with every inch, opening me wider for him, and inviting his entry.
I cried out softly as Cole ran a hand down my back then clutched my right side to hold me in place. He drove inside me harder this time, causing my ass to slap against him.
“Oh god!” I yelled out throwing my head back.
And Cole took it upon himself to use what I gave him. My hair.
He twisted my long blonde hair in my hand, yanking it as he thrusted harder and deeper inside me. He used his free hand to slap my ass.
I moaned out, unable to control it.
“Stop disobeying me, Abby,” he grunted as he thrusted into me again.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stuttered as he thrusted again.
“No apologies,” Cole sounded. “I’ll just fuck you into understanding.”
I groaned as his pace picked up and his cock exited me then entered me roughly.
“After I get done with you’ll feel me when you walk. You’ll feel your punishment for days,” he barked out.
Just as I was about to respond, he slammed into me again, causing me to almost bite my tongue.
His hand twisted around my hair, yanking my neck back so he could whisper in my ear as he fucked me. “Do you understand?”
“Y–yes,” I gasped out, as released his hold from my hair and reached down to stroke my clit as he fucked me.
“Good girl. Now come for me, baby.”
So, I did.
On command I came all over his cock as he spilled his load inside me.
I fell forward into the blanket, head first as my arms went limp.
Cole’s hand remained on my back, massaging my back gently as he slowly removed himself from inside me then cradled me against his chest.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to ride my horse back,” I groaned, against his chest.
Cole let out a soft chuckle.
And I realized as I laid half naked, my insides cum soaked on a picnic blanket, with a man almost twice my age, getting fucked into being obeident, that I knew I’d never replace this feeling.
Because I felt safe with him. I felt like I belonged.
And that scared the leaving shit out of me, because safety is usually temporary.