Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
Quinn
Finding out Titus is also staying at the Phoxes Den is kismet. All of the stars align and I’m giddy with excited energy. He wants me; I definitely want him. There’s no denying either and I’m ready for us to be alone.
He pulls up to the front of the lodge and places his hand on my lap. “I need to check on Phoenix before I go in. Stay and come with me,” he says before unlocking the doors.
I nod then turn back to Rini. “Good night, girl. See you at nine in the morning.”
“Ten. I’m going to skip breakfast. Have fun.” Rini smirks, then mouths, “Because I am.”
She and his cousin Lab get out and when they walk in the door, Titus pulls out of the driveway. He slowly drives to the back of the lodge and parts next to the trailer that was connected to this truck. When we get out, I see his name in small letters on the front of the trailer.
I don’t know where his horse is or how we are getting to it but I truly don’t care. I’m with him and I’ll go wherever he wants at this point. The bourbon is coursing through my veins and I’m feeling right. I’m nowhere near drunk but I’m intoxicated with him.
He grabs my hand and we walk over to three parked ATVs. Two have enclosures and he opens the passenger side door to the first enclosed one. I get in and slide across the bench-like seat, closer to the driver side, so when he gets in, our bodies are touching.
“Are these free for us lodgers?” I ask and a low but deep chuckle falls from his lips.
“Free for this lodger. The owner, Beauden Phox, is my cousin. His dad and my mom are brother and sister.”
“Oh wow. Did you come here during your summers?”
“No. He didn’t get all of this until we were grown. My uncle and aunt have a smaller ranch.”
He starts the ATV then backs out of the space. We drive away from the lodge and pass a few barns, much land, and a small pond before pulling up to a huge stone brown and white home with multiple doors. He pulls right up to one of the doors then kills the engine, steps out, and comes to my side.
As soon as we walk inside, I realize this is an oversized stall. I follow him down the middle and we pass so many beautiful horses until we reach the end. He steps to the stall on the right. His black horse trots to the door and sticks her head out.
“They are all awake,” I comment.
“Horses don’t sleep like us. They only need a few hours.” He strokes Phoenix’s face as he continues. “She spends her nights grazing on this hay and snoozing while standing. When we are deep into competing, she sleeps a little more. She’ll stretch out on her side to get a few minutes of deep sleep. Come here. I want you two to meet,” he says and I step closer.
Phoenix is beautiful and being this close, I’m able to truly appreciate her splendor. Her charcoal skin and hair look so silky. I reach my hand out to touch her then pause. He told me no to touching her at the gas station.
“My bad,” I utter, then drop my hand.
“No, you can touch her. I need to see how she responds to you. Tread lightly because if she doesn’t approve, it’s a wrap,” he says and I laugh. However, when he remains serious looking, I stop.
“You’re serious,” I say.
“Dead ass. She’s really good at sensing intentions. If you just want to use my body and move on, she’ll know,” he says and this time he smiles.
“Stop fucking with me,” I tease.
“I am a little but real shit, horses are good at reading people. I just need to make sure my girl likes my soon to be lady,” he says smoothly. His free hand arm snakes around me and he pulls me into his side. Then he looks at his horse and says, “Phoenix, meet Quinn.” Then he turns to me. “Touch her side first. She has to warm up to you before she lets you caress her face.”
I run my hand down her side and her hair is really soft to the touch. She’s very warm and I can feel her muscles under her skin. As I stroke her, she makes soft noises, almost like deep purring. Then she turns her head to me and nuzzles into my side.
“You got her approval,” he says and I move my hand to her face.
“You’re so pretty,” I compliment and she neighs, as if she understands me.
While Phoenix and I get acquainted, Titus steps to a large bucket and water container on the other side from us. When he returns, he’s carrying a huge water container. He takes it inside of Phoenix’s stall then fills her container. He takes something out of his pocket and sprinkles it in the water.
Phoenix turns and trots to her water. When he walks out, he closes the door, latches the lock, then leads me out. There’s a small sink on the outside with soap, sanitizer, and disposable towels. We thoroughly wash and dry our hands.
“You ready to go back?” he asks.
“I know it’s late but not ready. It’s so beautiful and peaceful out here. The quietness. It’s not this quiet in Crescent Falls and I really like it,” I admit.
“I feel you. It’s crazy. I hated this same quietness when I was young but I love it now. I can appreciate it. It slows me and gives me time to think.”
His arms wrap around my waist and I lean back into his muscular chest. Slowly, I take in our surroundings: the land, the starless sky, and the subtle sounds of nature. I close my eyes and the low sounds of the night amplify a little, sounding like a whispering symphony. When I open my eyes, I spot a light out in the pasture.
“What’s out there?” I inquire.
“Where?”
Pointing my hand toward the light, I say. “Over there. It’s a dull, yellow light. You see it?”
“Yeah. Let’s go check it out.”
“You sure?” I ask with some trepidation. It’s dark out here and we seem to be the only humans awake.
“I’m positive. There’s nothing out there that will fuck with you and if it is? Look at me. I got you,” he says cockily. He takes my hand and we walk around the stable instead of going in. Then we get back into the ATV and he drives toward the light. As we get close, I see it’s an old-fashioned wooden gazebo. The lamp hanging inside of it is the source of the light. “Let’s go inside,” he suggests and I get out excitedly.
It’s so quaint and country with its traditional red roof and open concept. Although structured like a classical gazebo, it has been modernized because it has electrical outlets. The light resembles an antique gas lantern but it’s electrical along with the electric, wood-burning, simulated mini fireplace in the corner.
He opens the small gate and holds my hand as I step into the gazebo. He follows then closes the gate. I walk toward the large wooden bench and sit. It’s early spring and late night so the temperatures are cool but bearable, even with my shorts on. If this was last month, the cute little heater would be needed, but tonight, we are fine.
When he joins me on the bench, my courage and desire possess me and I rise up and straddle him. His hands caress my back. I tilt his hat up so I can have full access to his handsome face. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, I lean in and cover it with mine. Slowly but with a tinge of aggression, he devours my mouth, kissing my lips and sucking on my tongue. My hands grip the side of his face as he kisses my breath away and I inadvertently knock his hat off. Neither of us cares, not at this moment. My entire body is inflamed and I’m craving more of him. However, abruptly and to my total dismay, he stops our kiss.
“Ay! Ay!’ he pulls back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ain’t shit wrong,” he practically growls. “But if you keep kissing me like this, I can’t promise I’ll behave.”
“Let’s misbehave then. No one is here anyway. No one for miles. It’s just us and,” I say then peck his lips. “And I want you.” I kiss him again. “Don’t you want me?” I ask but the lust burning in his eyes and bulge poking my ass both answer my question.
After kissing him again, I place my hands on his chest then push off him. When I stand, with my eyes glued to him, I unbutton my shorts and wiggle them down my ass and legs. I step out then lean down and pick them up. I place them on the bench then step between his legs. His hands grip my hips and he pulls me closer then plants kisses on my stomach.
“You smell good as shit,” he groans. His hands gravitate to my ass as he continues to kiss all over my stomach. The roughness of his warm, big hands is a stark contrast to the softness of his lips, sending a chill down my spine. While tugging at my panties, he asks, “Can I take these off?”
“Please,” I answer and he grins, tickling my navel with his beard.
As he pulls them down, I reach down and unbuckle his belt. I unzip his pants next. While I step out of my lace panties, he inches up and pulls his jeans and boxers down. When they are at his knees, I push on his chest for him to sit back down. His beautiful, long, thick dick is standing at attention and I want to ride it.
After placing my hands on the back of the bench for support, I step onto it, planting my feet at his sides. While stroking his dick with one hand, he uses the other to run his fingers up and down my slit. The moment he touches me, my knees buckle. But when he slides two fingers inside, I moan out in pure pleasure. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me then removes them and nastily licks me off of them.
“Drop that fat, pretty pussy on my face first,” he instructs.
Then he angles his head back and grabs my hip with his hand. Gingerly, he pulls me down. His big hand cups my ass and holds me steady while his warm tongue hungrily explores my pussy. He awakens every nerve in my body as he licks and sucks me to an unbelievable orgasm. Thank God, no one else is truly around because I scream his name in an unknown falsetto.
“Titus!”
“Damn,” he groans as I buck against his face.
Before I can completely recover from his beautiful tongue assault, he’s easing me down onto his rock-hard dick. His head breaches me first and my eyebrows tent from the incredible feel and stretch of my opening.
“Shiitt,” I hiss as I bravely take him in more. When I’ve finally covered him and I’m thoroughly filled, I still for a minute, allowing myself to fully adjust to him. “Mm, you’re so…mm,” I moan incoherently, stupefied by his size.
He places his hand around my neck and squeezes lightly as he crashes his lips into me. Our tongues wage war as we kiss passionately and I taste my essence on his lips. The moment our lips part, his dark eyes peer into mine.
“Are you gon’ ride this dick?” he asks in a low, pained groan.
My stillness is clearly driving him insane so I end his wait by rocking back and forth. Then slowly, I bounce up and down until I find the perfect rhythm. His lips crash back into mine and he kisses the hell out of me as his hands move to my ass. He grips my ass then controls my movements. A few thrusts later, I’m cumming again, singing loudly into the darkness.
“Damn, Quinn, I’m 'bout to bust too,” he moans before exploding seconds later. I’m thoroughly satiated, filled, and pleased. His exceeded any expectation I had and I can’t stop smiling from the euphoria of this moment. He lightly taps my ass then asks, “What’s so funny?”
“Not funny. Good. Really good,” I tell him. “There’s one problem though.”
“And what’s that?”
“My legs. I can’t move. You gotta carry me to the ATV.”
“That’s light work. I told you. I’ll hold you every chance I get.”
“We’re going to miss him,” I snap at Rini.
“No, we’re not. The same intro from this morning has to happen before they begin. We’re good. Plus, once you taste this funnel cake, you’re going to be glad we waited,” she counters.
We are at the rodeo. Since Titus and I didn’t get back to the lodge until almost two, I slept in a little. When we finally left the gazebo, he came back to my suite with me, we showered, had sex again, then fell asleep. He eased out of my bed early to practice and I rolled over and got an additional hour of much needed sleep. Rini slept in too so we got here at eleven, just in time to watch Destry compete and win.
After watching the barrel racing qualifiers, Rini and I walked the fairgrounds and looked at some of the livestock showing. The afternoon qualifiers and Titus are up next but first, we had to get something to eat. I have my delicious, foot-long corndog with mustard to dip but we are waiting on her funnel cake with strawberries. She’s been talking about Fancy Funnels all day and we finally found them. This line is hella long too.
“Five minutes and I’m leaving your ass,” I say.
“Well, go get our slushes. By the time you come back, I’ll have my funnel cake.”
I look behind me and Black Ops Specialty has one of its mini booths there. We’ve seen so many people walking around with their large black plastic cups and extra-large straws. There are only three people in line so I walk over and order two peach bourbon slushes. Rini actually walks over to me with her funnel cake right on time. We grab our cups and hurry to the arena. My VIP vendor access affords me six seats on the dirt deck, as close to the action as possible. There’s an open bar and snacks on the deck but no funnel cakes, corndogs, or slushies.
As we make our way down to the dirt deck, the competition opens. The fireworks start as all the competitors for the night walk onto the field. The full arena erupts in claps and cheers. We sit right as they walk off and I catch a quick glance of Titus before he disappears into the box. He looks so sexy in his jeans, dark blue competition shirt, and hat. He’s actually up second so we made it with time to spare.
The large dirt covered floor has been split in half and two sports, barrel racing and tie-down roping will be showcased first. Eight competitors for each sport are vying for one of the four spots for Wednesday and Thursday. I’m so excited to see Titus in his element.
As I finish my corndog, I look over the competition schedule again. Lana Mitchell is in the third round for barrel racing. I really have my eye on her and can’t wait to see her too. Hopefully, we can have a successful conversation after she competes. Mandi, my assistant, made arrangements with Lana’s manager.
Rini taps my shoulder then points out to the field. Lab is waving me toward him. So I place my cup in the holder on my chair, stand, and walk closer to the barrier. As soon as I reach the gate, Lab speaks.
“He wants to see you before he rides,” he says hurriedly.
“Can I go back there?”
“Yeah, if you follow me.”
I scan the floor. The only opening in the gate is too far. I’ll never make it to Titus in time and the urgency in Lab’s tone lets me know I need to be quick. Thankfully, I’m wearing jeans today so I climb up the two rails on the gate, cross my legs over then climb onto the field. The moment my boots hit the dirt, Lab rushes me to Titus.
He’s standing behind the box with Phoenix. She’s tied to poles with the other horses and he’s right by her. When he sees me, he smiles.