Chapter 7 #2
“He reserved a stall for Beryl starting today, so I’m expecting him midafternoon. That’s when he usually rolls in. I’ll send word if I see him.”
“Thanks, Silas.”
Silas leaned down to give Shadow a scruff.
“Hey girl, you looking forward to seeing Bear?”
Shadow started barking at the mention of Bear’s name. Okay, well, that was out of the bag. Shadow was now expecting Bear. She looked at her master for confirmation.
Molly said, “Yes, girl, Bear is coming today.”
Shadow excitedly barked her approval.
Molly made her rounds and did desk time reviewing financials, nervously anticipating Bart’s arrival. She pretended to be working, but all her thoughts were on Bart and what would be happening in a few hours. If he came mid-afternoon, she wanted to be at the cabin when he arrived.
Her plan was to leave work early afternoon. But when she walked out of the administration building at 2:00, Shadow started going crazy, barking and jumping wildly about. Molly figured she’d picked up Bear’s scent and, when she waved her to go, Shadow took off like a bullet for the stables.
Molly quickened her pace. It was a short five minute walk to the stables, her heart beating fast, periodically wiping her palms on her jeans.
She had no doubt that Bart and Bear were there.
But would Bart be happy to see her? Or had their weekend just been a fling?
As she made the last turn in the bend, she saw Bart talking with Silas, Beryl standing by.
Bear and Shadow were dashing around the stables.
Her heart pounding, she went straight for Bart.
Bear and Shadow gave her away, dashing to her.
She knelt down to give Bear a welcome scruff as Bart turned to greet her.
Silas gave Molly a knowing nod and slipped away.
“You came.” The words just came out. They were words of gratitude. She’d wanted him to come so badly.
“Did you have doubts?”
“Cowboys are not the most reliable sort.”
“Maybe not all cowboys are the same.”
“Thank you for coming. Shadow has been anxious to see Bear.”
“Looks like she’s expecting.”
Her nipples were pronounced and she’d increased weight.
“Yeah, Bear is going to be a father.”
“Exciting. When’s the big date?”
“Gestation is sixty three days. We’re at day twenty eight. So my calculation is birth in about thirty five days. Maybe July 1 or so. Hope you can be there.”
“Might work out. Would be fun to see.”
“You want to unpack Beryl at my place?” Molly’s heart was pounding. She was looking for confirmation that he was planning to stay with her.
“We’ve got our system here. Silas has a stall for her and a place for me to store gear. Probably better to unpack her here, get her some feed, and brush her down.”
Molly’s heart was fluttering—no mention of staying with her. Then the words she was hoping for.
“Am I still welcome at your place?”
“Yes, and I’ll be disappointed if you don’t stay with me.” She wanted to send that message loud and clear, so she did.
His smiled rocked her head to toes. “I’ve been looking forward to it. Thank you.”
She helped him unpack Beryl, brush her down, get water and feed, and set up the stall. After he was satisfied that Beryl was settled, he picked up a backpack.
Molly said, “I’d like to introduce you to Jo while we’re here.”
She led him to Jo’s stall where they entered.
“Jo and I have been together for seventeen years. We rode together on the rodeo circuit. She was the best barrel racer ever and is my closest pal.”
Bart gave Jo some love, skillfully scratching around her ears and stroking her shoulders. When he didn’t say anything about her age, Molly volunteered, “She’s probably in her last season. Silas is keeping an eye on her for me. We ride most days, but there isn’t much left in the tank.”
“She’s beautiful. I can imagine her in her prime. I’m sorry you’re having to deal with her final days.”
His words were sincere and rang true. He knew horses, and he understand the relationship between a barrel racer and her longtime partner.
Molly was emotional. She’d wanted to introduce Bart to Jo, and it was done.
She liked his response. She wanted to touch him but decided to wait until a more private moment. There were people around.
They walked out of the stables toward the cabin.
As soon as they rounded a bend, she moved in and took his arm.
He stopped, turned to face her, and let her move into his arms. He still had his backpack on, but she pressed her face against his chest and held him tight.
She really wanted to be close to him. When she pushed back and looked up, he gave her a long, deep, warm kiss.
It was exactly the one she wanted, and it felt so right.
When it was over, she gave him a deeper one back.
She wanted to send the signal that she was happy to see him like that.
And that she was looking forward to being with him.
The kisses over, she took his arm and pulled tight against his body as they walked down the dirt road to the cabin, Bear and Shadow running ahead.
“I’m guessing you’d like to clean up.” Molly wanted to see him naked.
“Sounds good. I’m hoping you’re willing to help.”
“Won’t have to twist my arm.”
She led him into her bedroom and showed him where to put his pack.
She again moved into his arms. She was aroused and wanted to touch him.
She didn’t want to seem needy, but she was ready for a hot, soapy shower and some action.
She hugged him for a long time, then looked up.
The kiss was beautiful, not pressing, patient, lips closed but soft.
And it lasted a long time. Finally, Molly led him to her large bathroom.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to shave first.”
“You don’t have to shave for me.”
“I want to be shaved for you.”
“Great. Can I watch?”
“Sure.”
Molly pulled up a stool from her bedroom and sat on it, watching as he stripped to his tight fitting boxer shorts, his body tan, lean, and muscled.
If they weren’t going to get into the shower immediately, this was the next best thing.
He retrieved shaving lotion and a straight razor from a leather carry kit.
He lathered his face and started shaving in short, efficient strokes.
Molly couldn’t help herself. She got off her stool, walked over behind him, and pulled his shorts to the floor, saying with a chuckle, “That’s better.”
He looked at her with a twisted grin as he continued shaving, now naked.
She walked around his body, closely inspecting.
He was watching her in the mirror. “Can I help you find anything?”
“Just looking for bullet wounds. I saw four when you were here before, but I’m guessing there are more that I didn’t see.”
“Tell me how many you find, and I’ll tell you if you have them all.”
Molly continued her rounds. She found four on his arms and upper torso, one on his rear, and two more on his legs. “Seven so far.”
“There’s one more.”
She started around again, inspecting more closely.
“Maybe I’d better check here a little closer.
” She was on her knees inspecting his genitals.
Not able to help herself, she wrapped both hands around his expanding shaft and put the end in her mouth, working the end with her lips and tongue, causing it to further lengthen.
She moved her hands softly on the long, thick shaft as she worked the end with her mouth. Life didn’t get better than this.
“You won’t find any wounds there.”
She took it out of her mouth long enough to say, “That’s good news. Everything seems to be in good working order here. Sorry, I got diverted from my mission.”
He didn’t respond, making the final strokes on his face. He dropped a washcloth in the basin of hot water and thoroughly scrubbed his face before drying it off, Molly still busy below.
“The last one is right here.” He spread his legs, pulled his genitals to one side, and revealed a scar where a bullet had grazed his inner thigh.
She said, “That one was too close for comfort.”
“They’re all too close for comfort.”
“Are any still inside?”
“No, they’re all out.”
“You really paid the price for serving our country.”
He didn’t respond.
“Ready for your shower? I’m all set up for you.”
She got up and efficiently took her clothes off, standing naked in front of him.
She liked being naked with him. His hands instinctively moved to her breasts.
She’d have been disappointed if they hadn’t.
She held steady, letting him gently caress, before taking his hand and leading him into the large walk in shower.
She loved this so much, this sexy man in her shower.
She felt the heat in her neck and face and the moisture gathering between her legs.
It felt so good. Her throat was tightening, her head light.
Once inside, she adjusted the water temperature, then, using squirt bottles, thoroughly covered his body with soap.
When done, she handed him the bottles, and he returned the favor.
The soaping began. They both scrubbed the other, thoroughly and vigorously, laughing, and playfully kissing through the suds.
Molly focused on his muscular upper body before going to work below, long soapy strokes on his now hard shaft, her face burning up, her breaths coming in short pants.
She felt so alive. He soaped her torso with extra focus on her breasts.
Her nipples were hard and aroused, and she gasped every time his soapy hands moved across them.
When he dropped his hand below, she spread her legs and presented herself.
His soapy hand expertly massaging between her legs sent erotic jolts through her groin.
Finally, they finished with a thorough rinse and a deep, passionate kiss.
Molly turned off the water when she could feel it starting to cool.