Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As Heather and Blake made their way up the trail Butch trotted along beside them, sometimes disappearing into the trees only to suddenly reappear panting happily. Blake was on Big Ben, a stout roan he’d owned for many years, sitting on a saddle pad with only a rope around the horse’s neck.
“I sooo wish I could do that,” Heather remarked dramatically.
“I assume you mean ridin’ without a bit and bridle. You say that all the time and I’ll give you the same response I always do. You can.”
“What’s wrong with me? I trust Apollo completely. Why can’t I bring myself to try?”
“That’s a good question. What do you think?”
“I suppose I’m not brave enough. But I’ve always been this way. When other kids in school were about to do something daring I’d leave.”
“I have a suggestion. When we get back we can go into the round pen until my lesson arrives and I’ll work with you on the lunge line. That way—”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, cutting him off. “Thank you. Why didn’t I think of that sooner. I’m desperate to break through these fears.”
“You did at the show and look what happened! You won.”
“You’re right. I did.”
“Heather, when you face life’s challenges head on you may not always walk away the winner, but you’ll always walk away wiser.”
“Wow, that was profound, but I’m sure you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s follow the path to the clearing and see what Henry’s up to.”
“I was just about to suggest that.”
Turning off the trail and following a narrow track, they reached a small, flat, grassy area overlooking the ranch. It was a spot Blake often visited, and he kept a length of rope under a rock for a high-line. Climbing off and setting it up, he tethered the horses, then taking Heather’s hand he stepped to the edge of the clearing.
“Progress,” he remarked. “Henry is grazin’ in the middle of his pasture.”
“He’s adapting so well.”
“I have a feelin’ he’s been cooped up in a stall. Bein’ here must be heaven for him,” Blake said, then lowering his voice and staring down at her, he added, “Kind of like I feel right now.” Before she could blink his arms were around her pulling her against him. “I want you so bad,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear sending delicious ripples through her body.
“Then take me.”
* * *
She’d moaned the words and he didn’t need a second invitation. Hastily pulling off his T-shirt and laying it on the grass, he lifted hers over her head, placed it next to his, then took her hand and pulled her down with him.
“Have you ever made love outside?” he murmured, kneeling over her.
“No...it feels a bit weird, but I love it.”
Her barely whispered words made him smile.
“Consider this a sneak peek,” he said as he pulled off her boots, then shimmied her jeans and panties down her legs.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll explain later.”
Hastily removing the rest of his clothes, he stretched out beside her and lowered his lips to her nipples. As she raised her chest in response, he held her breasts and lustily sucked, evoking loud groans. Though his hardness was begging for attention, he moved a hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit. Guided by her gasps and cries he continued the tantalizing attention until she suddenly caught her breath.
“No! Don’t stop,” she begged as he moved his hand to her thigh and raised his head.
“Did you forget you have to ask?”
“Huh? Oooh, Please, may I come, Sir?”
“Take my cock and stroke it.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she mumbled, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around him.
With her touch sending an unexpected quiver of intense pleasure through his loins, he returned his fingers to her sex and fervently agitated the sensitive nub.
“Sir…p-please c-can…?”
But before she could finish she let out a shriek and her grip tightened around his stiffened rod. The sight of her writhing body and the sudden pressure unexpectedly sent him over the edge. With the sound of her pleasure echoing around him. he surrendered to the intense climax.
* * *
Heather’s body was still tingling when she opened her eyes and found Blake kneeling over her wiping himself with his T-shirt. With his naked torso revealing his muscled arms and chest, she thought he looked like a Cowboy God.
“Hey,” he murmured, dropping it on the ground as he laid next to her. “How are you?”
“I have no idea,” she managed, curling against him. “Weak, feeling like I need to sleep for hours, sooo glad to be alive, and I never want this moment to end. What about you?”
“The same.”
His response made her smile.
“I can’t imagine you ever feeling weak.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that, but regardless, we need to leave.”
“I know, you have a lesson.”
“Yep,” he muttered, shifting his gaze down to the ranch. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“What?”
“Sit up and take a look. There’s a car parked beside the thicket across the street.”
“Parked? But you can’t stop on that road.”
“I know, that’s why it’s weird,” he said with a frown. “And I think I see someone behind the wheel.”
“I wonder if they’ve broken down.”
“The hood’s not up. Damn, I wish I had my binoculars,. That’s the only downside to ridin’ bareback. No saddle bags to carry stuff. If they’re still there when we get back I’ll go over and see if everything’s okay.”
“Blake, what did you mean when you said, consider this a sneak peek?”
“You’ll find out, but it’s time for us to go,” he declared, picking up her clothes and handing them to her.
* * *
A few minutes later, with the soiled T-shirt folded lengthwise and hanging over Big Ben’s withers, they were about to mount up when Heather lifted out her phone.
“I never want to forget this moment,” she exclaimed, standing back and raising it in the air. “Stand next to Ben. Yes, perfect. I have a feeling this will be one of my favorite photos of all time!”