45. Jake
FORTY-FIVE
JAKE
Darcy stirs when I get up just before dawn. “Is it time?” her groggy voice asks.
I sit on the edge of the bed and kiss her temple. “No. I’m just going to take Cane out for a ride. I’ll see you after while. Get some more sleep.”
“I should come out with you. He’ll throw you again.”
“Just a ride, boss. Even you can ride him,” I say. “Go back to sleep.”
I scoop Stormy up and place her against Darcy’s stomach, letting her spoon her cat. She hums and nestles down into the sheets. “Be careful, cowboy.”
“I will.”
I’ve been leading Cane around the barrels a couple times a week now, enjoying the quiet time alone with him in the mornings. With the stress of preparing for the fall semester and waiting on that stupid robot part to come in, I need something just for me. My time with Darcy is relaxing. I love coaching the kids. But Cane and I have gotten closer as the summer’s gone on.
Even with Darcy, there’s something of a don’t-look-down element. Our time together is joyful, but part of that is because we’re not discussing what happens at the end of the summer. We’re in that new phase of a relationship where just catching a whiff of each other leads to sex. From past relationships, I know this phase doesn’t last forever, and so does Darcy. We’re just trying to let it be what it is—or at least I am.
But it’s hard not to fall for her.
There’s nothing like it. Darcy’s eyes on mine from the next pillow over, her lips either smiling or puzzling over something we’re working out. We kiss and cuddle. We explore each other.
I want to keep things going, and I don’t see why we can’t. Darcy seems hesitant, but hasn’t said anything about it outright. I’m trying to give her space. After all, she was supposed to get married in a month, and instead she’s with a totally different guy. I imagine that’s a bit of whiplash.
But here, all that melts away. It’s me and Cane and our quiet time. The barrels are set up, we’re warmed up, and I think he’s ready. He’s calm this morning and everything feels right. “Let’s see if we still got it,” I tell him with a pat to his neck.
I dig my calves into his sides and we’re off. Cane follows my lead without much effort. Barrel racing can be tough on horses, and there’s no doubt something about Cane’s time in the circuit traumatized him. I’d have a bad attitude if people treated me like shit too. But he’s natural now, giving me nothing to fear. My heart races as we round the third turn, finish the cloverleaf pattern, and ride back to the end zone. “Attaboy. Hell yeah!”
I’m relieved, exhilarated—happy. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. The turns weren’t as tight as I’d like, and my leg cues aren’t what they used to be, but we did it.
And I’m ready to go again.
On our third run, Darcy and Freckle are silhouetted against the rising sun on the other side of the barn. I stay focused as she whoops and shouts to cheer us on.
“Lookin’ good, cowboy,” she calls.
We race past them until we finish the pattern, and I take Cane back into the ring to cool him down. Darcy wears a smirk before she disappears into Freckle’s stall. She pops in and out of the stalls and tack room while we walk, coming to my side once we stop in the barn.
“You look happy, Daddy,” she says, beaming up at me before I dismount.
I dip to kiss her. “I am.”
“You did it,” she says.
“We did.”
Her eyes are knowing, soft. “How do you feel?”
“It’s nice. I think it’s good for my buddy too,” I say, patting Cane’s neck.
“You gonna compete?”
“Ha, no. Not many men compete above youth. When I stopped was probably about the right time anyway. It’s just fun to do it.”
“Good. I’m happy for you,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. “Let’s get our guy some food, huh?”
I laugh. “You mean me?”
She tips her head and reaches in her back pocket for a granola bar, holding it out to me. “Best I can do right now.”
“It’s perfect.”
She takes Cane from me and untacks him, putting him in his stall for the day. I’m just finished feeding the dogs when Darcy appears again. She toys with the braid hanging down her back. “Hey, so, I got some test results back.”
I tilt my head, trying to think of what kind of test.
“And it’s all clear.”
“Wait,” I say, the details working into my brain. “Darcy, that’s great news. Right? We’re talking about infection tests?”
She nods and grins. “Right. There’s still the chance that I have it and it’s dormant, but since I’ve never shown symptoms, it’s probably okay.”
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Relieved.” She slinks toward me and pulls me to her by my belt loops. “And ready for you.”
I check my watch. “Caleb will be out here any minute.”
She sidles into an empty horse stall, flashing sultry eyes over her shoulder. “Guess we’d better hurry up then.”
I hesitate for a beat, then rush after her, sliding the stall door shut. I lift her to my waist and her legs wrap around my back. “You saying you want me raw?”
Her eyes glitter as she smirks at me. “You’re smart, cowboy.”
I spank her before taking her lips in a fierce kiss. My hands roam, grabbing handfuls of her wherever I can. “We ain’t got time for soft and sweet, boss. If we’re doing this, I’m going to rail you like the perfect little slut you are.”
Her hand slides into my hair and tugs as she looks down into my eyes. “Good.”
I drop her to her feet and we’re a flurry of fast hands and opening belts and shoving pants down just enough. Darcy spins and puts her ass out, one hand on the wall and the other behind her back, stroking my cock. “Fuck, that’s good. I’m plenty hard. Let’s get you wet.”
I sink to my knees and spread the globes of her ass with both hands before diving in to taste her. She’s swearing and panting above me, and I can taste how turned on she’s getting. “Fuck me,” she urges me. “Now. We have to be fast.”
I stand and run my wet face along her neck. “Can’t believe I get to fuck you bare.”
But before I drive into her, I reach into my jeans pocket, grabbing her bullet vibrator out of its little cloth bag. I bought one at the drugstore not long after our first time, keeping it with me just like I would my phone, keys, and wallet. I wanted Darcy to be able to feel good if a spontaneous situation were to arise.
This is my first time getting to put it to use. I clutch it in my palm as I guide myself to her entrance, one hand on her hip as I slide in. She’s so tight and hot with nothing between us. She sighs and I can’t help but whine. “Darcy. You feel so good. Fuck.”
She tightens her deepest muscles and I have to hold still for a moment to get my composure and not blow right away. “A perfect fit,” she whispers.
I turn on the vibrator and reach around to her front to put it on her clit. Darcy gasps. “Seriously? Is that mine?”
“Mine,” I say, with a kiss under her ear. “Told you I’d be prepared.”
“Jesus, Jake,” she moans, tightening around me again. “Fuck me. Please.”
“It’s gonna be hard and fast,” I warn.
“Just fucking do it!”
One of my hands explores her stomach and pushes her sports bra up so I can grope her tits while I pick up a punishing rhythm. “You take me so good, baby,” I stutter out over my pounding.
“Fill me up.” She pushes her ass back against my thrusts.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you’re a mess all fuckin’ day,” I promise.
“Spank me. Ride me rough, Jake,” she begs. I reach behind me to my jeans pocket, taking out my work gloves. I push her back down so she’s bent in half and raise the gloves above my head. With a grazing smack, they leave red streaks across her ass.
“Rough and raw, huh? That’s how my girl likes it? You want me to choke you?”
Darcy’s hand claws the stall wall and her pussy tightens. “God, yes.”
She straightens again. My hand slides up to her throat where I give her a gentle squeeze, watching her euphoric face. “So gorgeous, Darcy. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
“Is that all?” I ask. I use my hand on her throat to tip her chin so she can meet my gaze. “What do you really want?”
Sweat beads at her brow and her eyes are wild. “Breed me.”
That’s all the permission I need. Darcy braces her forearm on the wall and I become ruthless rutting into her. I slow and slam into her with each thrust, my hand steady on the vibrator and the other resting on her throat.
“Squeeze,” she pleads. As I tighten my fingers on her neck, her pussy pulses all around my cock. She’s just shy of screaming and I drop the vibrator, giving her clit a hard slap. “Fuck!”
“You want rough, baby? I’ll give you rough.”
Darcy reaches one hand behind me, taking a handful of my ass, sinking her nails into the flesh. “Give it to me,” she hisses.
It’s not lost on me that we’re in a horse stall and fucking like animals. In fact, it adds to the moment. I’m as close as I can be to this dream woman, and though it’s highly physical, there’s something really beautiful about the trust that allows this to happen. I tug her braid to bring her head back, sucking hard on her neck while I empty myself inside her.
“Mine,” I grunt. “You’re fucking mine, baby.”
She smiles, her head leaning back on my shoulder. “I’m yours.” She laughs, touching her neck and panting. “You marked me.”
I laugh, kissing her neck again. “I marked you in more ways than one. Let’s see how I did.”
I pull out of her with a soft slap to her ass, crouching to spread her. I kiss her inner thigh as my cum spills out of her. “Perfect little pussy.” I catch a drip on my fingers and shove them back inside to her hum. I pull her underwear up, rubbing over her pussy from the outside. “You don’t change these until the end of the day, you hear me?”
“You want me to be all wet for you all day?” she asks, pulling her pants up and going slack against the wall.
“Fuck yeah I do.” I slide my belt back into place and take her chin in my hand. “My little cum slut.”
She preens under my praise and I rub my nose with hers before kissing her. “I’ll be your cum slut any day. Now go get to work, cowboy.”
“Yes, boss.”