Chapter 35
35
Brax
Essie:
Laundry day! I’m down to one clean pair of pants. Guess I’ll be wearing leggings today. Anything you want me to throw in the wash?
Brax:
A couple pair of jeans in the bin. Thanks.
Wait, you’re wearing leggings?
Essie:
Gotta go! Don’t want to be late for work! ;)
My wife was wearing leggings.
Not just leggings. She had paired them with a cropped tee shirt that barely covered her midriff, much less her commando ass.
I knew this because the second I had read her text this morning, I had seen fit to clear the rest of my schedule and spend the day at Lodestar, and told my secretary to take the afternoon off, as well. Now I was leaning against the rail of the training ring, watching Essie work her magic with a barrel racer.
Damn. There were few things I enjoyed more than watching Essie in her element.
It was one of those glorious days of sixty-degree sunshine that made a person feel like spring was just around the corner, even though in reality we were two weeks before Christmas. Birds chirped, horses pranced, and even my grumpy older brother smiled.
And my wife was wearing leggings.
I picked up the rope I had left slung over the rail. Ben had asked me to teach him a few tricks, and I’d been happy to oblige while Essie was otherwise occupied. One day Ben was going to be a star on the rodeo circuit, I’d bet my boots on it.
Essie raised her arm to get the rider’s attention, and her shirt pulled up, revealing a stretch of pale, taut stomach. My gaze snagged there on her exposed skin. I worked the length of rope through my hands, rubbing my thumb over the twisted cotton fibers, and bided my time.
“Bring him to a walk and cool him down,” Essie called. “You want some water?”
“I’m good, thanks,” her client, and up-and-coming barrel racer, said. She swung her right leg over the horse’s back and dismounted gracefully. “I’m going to untack him and walk him in the pasture out back. It’s too nice out here to cool down walking circles in the ring. Is that ok?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Essie said. The rider clucked her tongue and led the horse back into the barn.
Essie sauntered over to where I stood at the fence. “Hello, husband. What brings you to the ranch on this fine day?”
“I think you know, hellion.” I stroked the rope again.
She hinged at the waist and grabbed the green water jug at my feet before straightening again. “Haven’t a clue.” She took a sip, her wide blue eyes never leaving mine.
“Is that right?” I asked. She cocked her head. “I seem to recall telling you not to wear leggings to the ranch. Did you forget about that?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Oh, I remember. In fact, I have a little something saved just for this occasion. She held out her fist to me. “Behold, my last fuck.” She opened her fingers, revealing her empty palm. “Oh, wait, it’s gone. Guess I spent it somewhere else.” She grinned.
“God, you’re such a brat,” I muttered.
She planted a smacking kiss on my cheek. “You love me.”
“You’re fucking right, I do.” I gripped her chin and pulled her face closer to kiss her on the mouth. “So damn much.”
“Mm.” She smiled up at me, her eyes happy and dreamy. I had kissed the brat right out of her.
Not for long, I hoped.
“I need to take care of a couple things, but then I’m free for the next hour. I have another client coming at three,” she said, turning to go.
“How about you change into these jeans first?” I suggested, nudging a paper bag with my boot.
She looked down at the bag and frowned. “You cannot be serious.”
“And yet, I am.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m not doing that. Give me fifteen minutes, okay? Then I’m yours.” She ambled away, giving her hips a suggestive swing, then called back over her shoulder, “Look, daddy, no panty lines.”
I grinned, knowing she couldn’t see me.
The brat was back.
I ducked through the rails, my boots making no sound at all in the soft dirt. My wrist flicked in a small circle, faster and faster, until the loop at the end of the rope was wide and open. Then I sent it flying. It sailed over her head and, in the split second it encircled her waist, I tugged sharply. The rope tightened, pinning her arms to her sides.
“Hey!” she shrieked.
I pulled the rope gently but relentlessly, forcing her to walk backward unless she wanted to tumble to the ground.
“You can’t lasso me like a cow, Brax!” she hollered. But she took three more steps backward, coming closer to me with each step.
“And yet, I just did,” I said.
When she was close enough to grab, I loosened the rope so it fell to the ground. She stepped out of the loop, scowling at me. “Don’t try to run,” I warned. “You’ll just make me mad.”
And wouldn’t you know, my hellion looked entirely too interested in that prospect.
I didn’t give her a chance to try me. I squatted low, put my shoulder to her belly, and tossed her up in a fireman’s hold.
“Brax!” she squealed as I strode away from the barn. “Where are you taking me?”
I didn’t answer, and I didn’t stop until we reached the foaling pasture, out of sight of the main house and barn. Then I set her on her feet and dropped the bag next to us.
“You recognize this stretch of fence?” I asked .
A pretty pink bloomed on her cheekbones as she took a look. “Maybe I do.”
“This is where I told you not to leave the house in leggings without underwear.” I pressed into her from behind and ran my hands over her hips, searching. “Are you wearing underwear, Essie?”
Her voice was a little sassy, a little breathless when she said, “You know I’m not.”
“Filthy girl.” I swatted her ass and bit down on the junction where her neck met her shoulder. She shivered against me. “Bend over and hold on to the fence post.”
She hesitated a moment, just long enough to make me wonder if she meant to refuse, and then she did as told. I took the rope and bound her hands to the wood. Tight enough that her skin would turn pink there, but not enough to cause lasting irritation.
Then I yanked those fucking leggings down to her knees. She gasped as the air hit her skin. “Bare,” I muttered. “What did I tell you about that, hellion?”
“I don’t remember, so it couldn’t have been that important,” she said.
“Then I better remind you in a way you won’t forget,” I murmured, then bit her gently on that sweet, round ass. “Lift your foot.”
She gave me her right foot, shifting her weight to her left, and I tugged off her boot, peeled the legging off her leg, then replaced the boot. Then I did the same with her left leg .
And then I ripped her leggings clean in half.
Essie’s face whipped around on a shocked gasp at the sound of rending fabric. “What the hell, Brax?”
“I warned you,” I said, completely unrepentant.
“You’re an asshole,” she snapped. “And you owe me a new pair of leggings. The good kind. They don’t come cheap, by the way.”
“You can have as many pairs as you want, as long as you don’t leave the house without underwear.”
Her eyes narrowed into blue slits.
Head tilted, I studied her. “How wet are you right now? Because you’ve got that mean look on your face that usually goes with being soaked.”
Her gaze dropped to the swelling bulge in my jeans and she licked her lips. “Not wet at all.”
I chuckled softly. “Little liar.”
She huffed and tossed her head.
I slipped my hand between her legs to check for myself and groaned. “You’re a fucking mess, honey.” Not being able to resist, I squatted down and put my mouth there, eating her pussy from behind.
With a wanton little moan, she pushed her hips back against my face. I kneaded the globes of her ass as I slid my tongue deep in her pussy. When I felt her inner muscles tighten, I reluctantly withdrew.
“Oh, no, you don’t. Orgasms are for good girls.”
“Brax!” she whined, wiggling her hips.
I gave her one more savoring lick before I stood. “ God, look at you,” I muttered. Her round ass. Her muscled thighs. “So fucking desperate. So pretty.” I unzipped my jeans, took my dick in hand, and ran it down the crack of her ass, making her whimper.
With one deep, hard thrust, I was inside her all the way to the hilt.
And then I needed a second to get reacquainted with my self-control. Her pussy pulsing around me didn’t help with that. I held completely still and stared blankly at the sky.
“Brax,” Essie gritted out. She shifted on those strong thighs, dragging her pussy down my shaft until only the crown is inside her. Then she slammed back into me, making my eyes cross. “Fucking move .”
I moved. Hard, fast, my fingers digging into her hips to put us on the same rhythm. She gave back as much as she took. Skin slapped against skin, our panting breaths mingling with the rustling breeze.
“I need—I need—” Essie’s voice ended on desperate moans.
“I know what you need.” My hand rounded her belly and dipped lower. I found her clit and pressed hard, rapid little circles with two fingers.
She cried out, her pussy clenching, and we came apart at the same time. Hard and fast and relentless. When the last wave of pleasure subsided, I pulled out slowly, a trail of our cum following in my wake.
I swiped one leg of her ruined leggings of the grass and used it to wipe her clean. Her heavy breaths began to return to normal, but her legs were trembling. Quickly, I untied her.
She looked at me, rubbing her wrists. I handed her the bag with clean jeans and underwear. Huffing an annoyed laugh, she stepped into the black cotton briefs and wiggled them on.
“Think you learned your lesson this time, hellion?” I asked, watching her balance on one foot and then the other as she took off her boots to get the jeans on.
She paused and looked at me. “I suppose that depends on what lesson you intended me to learn.”
“Don’t leave the house without underwear.”
She smirked. “Unless I want to get railed by my husband’s huge cock, you mean?” She pulled up the zipper and patted my cheek. “Oh, yes. I learned.”
“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”
This time she didn’t smirk. She kissed me.
And I kissed her back.
Because we were on the same page with that, too.