Epilogue
S unset Skies Ranch.
The wood and iron sign hangs proudly overhead as I pull into the long, winding gravel driveway. As usual, I crane my neck to watch through the windshield when I pass beneath those words, with a big ol’ grin plastered on my face.
My home. The heartbeat of my business. The place where the love of my life is waiting for me.
Beau Heartford has cemented himself as the king of grand gestures. Not only sweeping me off my feet in front of damn near the entire rodeo community, but naming his ranch after me.
Well, that last part is the little secret we keep to ourselves.
If anyone ever asks what inspired the name, my cowboy gets a mischievous glint in his eye as he shrugs, readjusts his cap, and proceeds to talk at great length about the night skies we get to enjoy here at the ranch. All while silently reminding me within the same breath that it’s all for me.
Beau knows exactly how to play it cool in public and then swoops in on the first opportunity to corner me just out of sight and imprint upon my heart and body how the name of this ranch is his commitment to me. His promise that I’ll always be his sunset sky .
Usually, by the time he’s through with me, I’m starry-eyed and panting, and that’s the point he readjusts whatever I’m wearing with a wink and a promise of more to come later.
I love him so much I can hardly breathe.
Before Beau, before coming here, it felt like I was always either chasing something, or running from something. A worming, niggling pressure, that I wasn’t ever able to comfortably settle without feeling like I needed to seek a new high or thrill, a shiny new goal to act as a distraction from my fears. But here, with him, I feel like I still have the fullness of life, while also trusting that I’m wholly and truly supported by someone who never sees me as too much.
As promised, he hasn’t clipped my wings or stifled my ambition. Since Beau came to find me—and then stayed by my side for the remainder of the pro rodeo circuit contract I had—the two of us have been able to spend plenty of time together to make up for our year apart. Here we are, a whole year on, a summer season later, and I still can’t believe this is our happiest of happily ever afters.
In fact, since moving back to the ranch, I’ve been able to continue to mix travel and clients and also balance that with our life here. Sometimes Beau comes with me, other times, if the ranch needs him, he’ll stay behind.
Even with being gone from Crimson Ridge for short bursts of time, those have ended up being some of our more memorable adventures together.
Let’s just say my wearable is still controlled by the app on Beau’s phone, and I secretly live for the days when he asks me to wear it while I’m working. Our nightly video calls while I’m traveling for work have turned out to be some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
A girl can but endlessly swoon over a cowboy who loves nothing more than to encourage me to indulge in my exhibitionist side.
Just thinking about the last time he had me prop my phone up and show off how well I ride my beloved tentacle playmate makes me squirm.
The surprise I have in store for my cowboy tonight has butterflies bursting to life in my stomach. A wicked smile splits my face as I pull to a stop outside the house—our house.
We had a small, private home built for the two of us, set in a location on the ranch a little way away from the cabins and big house accommodation. The business had become so increasingly busy that it made sense to move out, giving it over to become a facility used for guests and have our own private space.
Over in the distance, I can see the assortment of vehicles and a coach parked up, with the ranch humming. We’re currently full with a group of athletes here for a week-long training and conditioning camp. We invested in a new custom-built workout space, which has been a hit with a number of different sporting codes. This particular team is rugby players who have come to base themselves in Crimson Ridge since it’s not too far from their regular high-performance base. If it all goes well, they’ve expressed interest in making this a regular calendar date each season.
We’ve also had rodeo athletes come to stay for workshops and use the ranch as a base for recovery or training as needed. One of the best things to come from my time working with the tour is the number of competitors who are now clients—many of whom are now close friends. It all started when I took over Oscar’s social media and PR, and everything continued to snowball from there.
Tessa and I now work together on an ever-growing client base of athletes, specializing in individuals who prefer to focus on their performance and goals—who understand the importance of a social media brand, but want someone else to handle it for them—rather than being actively present online themselves. Between her experience in managing Beau’s pro career and my marketing background… She's the perfect business partner to help with the increased number of requests and roster of clients during the past twelve months.
Which means life is busy, and my days can often end up long if I’m not careful. But I still have time to work with my original clients like The Loaded Hog for one-off events, which is why I’m rushing back to take a quick shower and get changed before this evening.
We’ve got somewhere to be, and my surprise is one that I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to gift Beau Heartford.
Tonight is that night.
* * *
“You’ve got that look going on.” Beau scrubs a hand over his face, sitting back on his heels in the flatbed of his truck.
“What look?” I flutter my eyelashes as I walk around the back and hoist myself onto the tailgate.
My cowboy has done a perfect job of making it comfortable for the two of us, with cushions and comforters to make a soft little nest. A cute outdoor bed set up, where I hope to tempt my cowboy into doing extremely filthy things with me underneath the stars.
“Exactly how much trouble are you planning on causing? This is an outdoor movie…” He trails off, then shakes his head with a chuckle and soft curse. His ocean eyes lock with mine, and I tuck my hair behind one ear, feigning innocence.
He already knows the answer to that question.
“Why don’t you open your gift, then you tell me exactly how much trouble you’re going to enjoy causing right alongside me.” I toss him a little box wrapped in ribbon, which he catches and lifts an eyebrow in my direction, glancing between the blue cube and me as I clamber further into the truck bed to cuddle up next to him.
We’re in the furthest corner of The Loaded Hog’s parking lot, as far back as possible behind other rows of vehicles. I definitely used the excuse of getting here early to help with the event setup as a reason to claim this particular location. While I would love nothing more than to make my cowboy squirm with a whole lot of heavy petting in public, I’m greedy enough to want more than just a little innocent rubbing and making out at an outdoor drive-in movie night.
Hence, our position at the very back of this very public event.
The sky overhead has deepened into shades of pearlescent pink and orange, and the opening credits for the movie start to roll. I’m all done with my role for the event, and now I get to lie back, relax… and torment my cowboy. What more could a girl want than to have an opportunity to dress up nicely and smile sweetly while handing out the party favors for everyone who has shown up for this outdoor screening, before being ravaged and treated like his perfect slut?
Beau weighs the tiny package, keeping his eyes on me as I crawl over to the cushions. I toe my boots off, then settle myself under a plush blanket and bat my eyes at him while biting my bottom lip. Putting on a show of angelic proportions, it’s the most innocent expression I can muster, all things considered.
Flipping over the edge of the soft throw, I pat the space beside me. “C’mon. I’m ready for our sweet little date night, complete with hand-holding. If you’re lucky, I might even allow you to peek at my bra.”
His tongue runs a wet line across his bottom lip. Eyes flaring with the hidden taunt behind those words. He knows I mean the exact opposite of everything I just said.
One order for intense, toe-curling orgasms. Coming right up.
Shifting his weight, Beau cuddles up next to me beneath the blanket. On feeling his warmth and masculine scent weave their way into my bloodstream, I let out a contented sigh. This man always smells so damn good; I just want to lick him. It’s entirely inconvenient that I can’t just give in to that temptation whenever and wherever I feel like it.
Those sexy, veined hands make quick work of untying the ribbon and opening the box. As he lifts the lid, his body starts to shake with silent laughter.
Beau hooks a forefinger through the rubber device and lifts it out to dangle in front of us both.
“No wonder you were so excited about the prospect of watching a horror movie.” He chuckles, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t give a shit about the movie.” I wave a dismissive hand in the direction of the big screen at the furthest end of the lot. Grinning up at him, I adore the faint flush of redness currently settled high on his cheeks. “There’s something else in the box, too.”
Upending it reveals a travel-sized bottle of lube, which tumbles out onto the blanket. At the sight of his additional present, he makes a rumbling sort of noise. Somewhere between being turned on and internally writhing at the prospect of what this is going to feel like for him. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect combination, really.
“My boy likes to win, doesn’t he?” Wriggling around, I turn to face him and stroke over the buttons on the front of his shirt, letting my hand wander to rest on his belt buckle.
“You bet your sweet ass I do.” Beau examines the cock ring carefully, brushing a thumb over the thicker part. The fun part.
“You can take the bull rider out of the arena, but you can’t take away the determination to win a buckle.” My fingers walk down to explore his groin, and he lets out a delicious noise when I make contact with his thickening cock behind the fly of his jeans. “Can’t erase that competitive edge, huh?”
“What’s the prize you’ve got in mind?” He swallows, watching my hand move beneath the blanket.
I cast a quick look around—checking that we’re truly in a position to get up to all sorts of mischief without interruption—then start to work at his belt. As the metal clanks softly, muffled by the blanket covering us both from the waist down, his eyes flicker to mine.
“You get to do your worst, Heartford. I bet you can’t make me struggle to keep quiet right out here in public.”
“Christ.” His voice drops into that deep, sexy tone as his hips shift, lifting up to give me better access to free his cock.
“Would you like a hand with that?” I murmur, letting my gaze drift to the black circle as I pull his rapidly hardening dick out and start stroking his firm, velvety length. God, I’m already squeezing my thighs together, heart fluttering at how wicked it feels to have him wrapped up in my palm. To feel his veins and thickness growing and lengthening steadily with each exploring glide of my touch.
My cowboy’s brain has stalled somewhere between the toy clutched in his big paw, the bottle of lube, and the fact I’m fondling him like this in such a public place.
Knowing that he’ll play these games with me, that he doesn’t judge me for wanting to indulge this side of my desires—especially after everything he’s been through—feels like winning the ultimate prize already.
I take the opportunity to move before he forms words. Clicking the cap open, I pluck the cock ring out of his grasp, and keep my eyes firmly connected with his as I lube him and the toy up. Out of the corner of my eye, I’m aware there’s enough movement happening, hidden away beneath the blanket, that what I’m doing… well… it’s not entirely disguised. If anything, it makes everything insanely hotter, seeing those tiny flutters and ripples of the fabric.
Beau stifles a groan, his eyes growing more and more hooded at the slippery sensation. When I slide the ring over his stiff length, right there under the blanket, he starts squirming at the unfamiliar sensation. His hips roll ever so subtly, like he’s not quite sure why he enjoys this as much as he does. “Do I even want to know how you can do this without looking?” His teeth clamp together, trying to be such a good boy and keep quiet.
He shoots a quick look at the way the blanket dips and moves with the shifting of my hands and arms, where they disappear out of sight. He then quickly glances up over the lineup of other vehicles in front of ours.
A pleased hum drifts past my lips. “I can stop if you like?”
That’s a lie. There’s no way I’m letting him put the brakes on now. I tease gently once I feel it settled around the base of his shaft, my mouth watering at the way his hot, smooth skin keeps swelling the more aroused he becomes. Running my fingertips everywhere, I stroke and squeeze, taking the time to play with his piercing before reaching back down to fondle his balls.
Beau’s head drops back with a thud.
“ Fffuuuuck ,” he whispers. “That—holy fuck.” His mouth forms silent curses.
Seeing this man lose his mind will never cease to be one of my favorite things in the world. And I love the way he eats it up when I give him a taste of his filthy words he blesses me with so often in return.
“ Mmmmm . I’m no innocent little girl.” His cock twitches beneath my hold. “You’re not deflowering me in your backseat, Mr. Heartford.” I’m rewarded by another wickedly tempting kick of his shaft.
I lean right in close, until my breath fans across his strong throat so I can hit him with the whispered words I hope will drive him to take me up on my challenge. “In fact, I’d like you to rub that piercing over my clit until I see stars, and make a mess of me with that big, fat cock of yours… but I don’t know if you’re up for the ride.”
The rumble comes out of him more as a vibration than a noise, and I have to bite back the squeal of delight that threatens to escape me. Beau flips the switch and hits a new gear, manhandling me in that way I’m entirely addicted to. All raw strength and unmistakable demands. He has me turned around, with my spine tucked against his chest before my heart has time to double-bounce.
With one hand, he pulls the blanket up high—high enough to cover my breasts—which sends a shiver of delight through me. And that’s when he lets loose. Those callused palms of his are everywhere , grabbing and pawing at me, while his massive fucking erection grinds against my ass with slow, methodical shifts of his hips. It’s calculated, purposely shallow, and restricted so that we simply look like we’re spooning while watching the movie.
However, if you looked closer, in the fading light, you’d see there’s more than one place he’s intently palming my curves beneath my dress.
“Make sure to watch the movie, trouble. Wouldn’t want you to miss anything important.” He pinches my breasts, cupping me to fill his palm while teasing my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my slip dress.
I press my ass back against him, having to bite down hard on my bottom lip when I feel just how thick and hard he is.
“Too easy.” Circling my hips to keep that pressure against him, I’m already a slick mess between my thighs. He just hasn’t explored low enough there yet to discover exactly how turned on I am by this game.
He chuckles, and I know that’s just added fuel to the fire of his plans to torment me beneath this blanket. Little does he know, I’ve got my own devious agenda, all I need now is for him to make his move.
Beau slips his hands lower, rucking the fabric of my dress up around the slope of my waist, and hisses when he discovers my bare ass. The weight of his cock settles between my cheeks, and his hold digs in over the swell of my hips as he grabs the side of my thong. Tugging hard on the string, he holds me still and rubs himself against my bare flesh while making a disapproving noise.
“Oops. I think I forgot… was I supposed to wear proper panties?” My quiet hum is chased by a determined thrust of his fingers beneath the skimpy fabric. Beau lets go and dives his touch between my thighs, curling his fingers through my slickness. A flutter of relief washes through my limbs when he doesn’t waste any time, plunging inside me with two thick digits.
I feel like I’ve been on edge, waiting for him to give me this for hours, hanging in anticipation of our moment to finally be connected like this.
“Soaked and needy, hmm ?” He doesn’t plunge in and out like I love it when he does. Instead, it’s a steady grind of the heel of his palm over my clit, and curl of his fingertips to stroke inside me. “You’re shameless. Out here baring your cunt, while all these people are close enough to hear how sloppy and wet you are for me.” That verbal reminder, of just how exposed we are, even if everything we’re doing is technically hidden—well, that proves just how much of a perfect slut I am for this cowboy.
As he barely moves but drives me insane with his crude words whispered against my temple, his lubed-up cock presses forward to slip between my thighs. The pierced crown of him nudges against the thin scrap of fabric covering my entrance.
I feed him the softest whimper, and Beau makes a triumphant noise.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking soft and desperate, baby.” He slips his fingers out, and to my relief, holds the drenched fabric of my thong aside so that he can push the tip of his dick into me. “Need me to fill you and ease that ache?”
Nodding, I carefully readjust my position so that he can push forward. I’m so slick and eager for him, that it’s the most intense sensation as he wedges his way in. Giving me inch by tortuous inch, I can feel just how thick he is with the cock ring secured in place.
“Holy fuck.” He gasps, in a barely audible grunt as his fingers bruise my hips with how tight he’s clinging onto me.
“You promised you’d do your worst.” I struggle to breathe, the stretch leaving my eyes rolling back in my head.
All this is happening so slowly, so sensually, and with the movie blaring and sounds of other people occupying the trucks and vehicles in the parking lot. I fucking love him so much for giving me this without question.
Beau’s hand snakes back around to seek out my clit, and he starts rolling his fingers over the swollen mess evident there. Sparks fly through my blood as he gives me the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect circling motion, evidence of all the tiny details he’s taken the time to map out and learn about my body.
This man has the keys to unlock my most intense orgasms, and it’s so damn sexy the way he studies every flicker of my muscles and hitch in breathing to hone his talents in that regard.
But he’s still playing the game of not giving away any possible hint of what we’re doing beneath this blanket, and that’s my cue to add in the additional surprise aspect of my gift.
Reaching out, with shaking hands, I grab my phone and swipe open the app. Beau keeps strumming my clit to perfection as I hit the setting I know is going to be the killer blow.
Vibrations start up, low and rolling, and the cowboy at my back lets out a choked noise. His hips slam forward into mine, and the waves of pleasure intensify as the cock ring wedges between us.
“Careful, hot stuff. Don’t want to start rocking the truck.” My words are breathy, a pathetic attempt at stifling the moans I so badly want to allow to float freely.
Beau’s heart thuds harder against my back, and the gradually increasing pleasure from the buzzing at the base of his cock feels so unbelievably good. With the way that teases my entrance, I can’t even see straight—his cock filling me and deft touch playing my clit to perfection.
My orgasm rises and rises, and I’m panting, biting back all the slutty noises I’m perilously close to making. Beau rubs me harder, and every tremor gives away my secrets. I detonate, clawing at the pillow while turning my face and biting down to disguise any quiet sounds I might forget myself and let out.
Beau keeps going. He’s ruthless. Relentless. Giving me exactly what I asked for when his fingers keep playing with my swollen, over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck. That’s it. You want to use me like one of your toys, baby? You want my dick stuffed inside you driving you insane?” He whispers the filthiest shit as I hardly come down from the first. Another climax crashes through me, the effort not to cry out leaving me a shaking mess in his arms.
“Jesus. Fuck. Baby, I need to come. Please .” His hands roam, squeezing my tits and roughly grabbing a handful of my flesh; while the vibrations keep doing their thing, racing through both of us.
I slap my hand around to blindly seek out my phone. With a nod—I don’t think I can even speak right now—I turn the ring off and sag back against his chest.
Beau slips out of me, and I whine with the emptiness, forgetting myself for a microsecond.
Who can blame me? My cowboy’s cock is a thing of beauty. “ Shhh .” He reminds me with a ragged exhale, hands moving quickly behind my ass. “Christ, I need to fill you up so bad.” Beau shifts, the strain in his voice so sexy it aches, and his breathing intensifies as I feel him work the cock ring free.
His piercing pushes forward as he seals us together once more, and the feeling of him buried inside me triggers another wave of ripples. Maybe it’s another orgasm, I don’t know, but the way my channel keeps contracting around him unravels Beau.
Behind me, his hips thrust to fill me all the way, in a measured, intense act of owning me. A powerful movement that pushes the boundaries of how much discreet fucking we can actually get away with.
“ Fffuuuck . Goddamn. Fucking milk me. Take everything—every drop.” Beau’s raspy croak is so quiet, but I hear the hitch in his voice and feel his cock throb inside me before the air rushes from his lungs. He starts unloading, jerking, pulsing. It’s so hot feeling his cum paint my inner walls, coating everything between us, and to know how much he needed this, how much he also enjoys this.
After we lie curled together, with him as deep inside me as possible, my heart finally comes down from being somewhere in the clouds. Beau tilts his head so he can suck on my earlobe and nip the soft skin.
“What I need is to get you home so I can spank this perfect ass, fuck you hard all night, and hear you moan my name.” His possessive words are right against my ear, leaving me boneless with pleasure, and most definitely wanting all that and more.
He slips out of me, and I follow after the shift in his body weight. Twisting around so I can bury my face into his chest. I’m blissed out of my head, staring up at him as I lift a hand and get lost in the act of stroking his jaw and mustache in a dreamy state.
“Promise?”
He gives me a smile to melt my entire soul into a puddle.
“Always.”
“I like the way you look at me, Beau Heartford. Do it every day?” I whisper.
His hold on me tightens, and he ducks his head, allowing gentle lips to brush over mine, speaking quietly as he does so.
“ Forever , trouble.”