Chapter 19 #2
She stood up, filled one hand with peanut butter and the other with jelly, and coated it up and down his erection.
He was laughing so hard, he was having a hard time staying in his seat.
She went to her knees and enjoyed the peanut butter and jelly treat, working her mouth up and down the shaft until it was clean.
She wiped her mouth, “Yum, that was delicious.”
He was hard as a rock, standing straight up.
“I’ll bet you like ice cream, don’t you?”
She made him get out of the chair while she sat down, spreading her legs wide, and pushing him down to his knees. She filled both hands with soft serve vanilla ice cream and mashed it around between her legs.
“Oh, good boy. You like ice cream, don’t you?
Oh, my, some of the ice cream has melted inside my body.
Could you help get that out?” They were both laughing so hard, Molly thought she was going to fall off the chair.
Bart’s tongue was inside her body, expertly lapping away at exactly the right place.
“How about a little chocolate and caramel to go with the ice cream?” She turned the bowls upside down so the chocolate and caramel dripped onto the ice cream, some of it landing on his face.
Molly dramatically squealed and moaned her appreciation for what his tongue and mouth were doing. “Oooh, that feels so good, cowboy. This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?”
He didn’t answer, continuing to devour the special treat.
“And maybe some toppings?” She started dropping nuts and sprinkles on the concoction.
His face was completely smeared with ice cream, chocolate, caramel, and whipped cream.
She had her hands on the back of his head, pressing his face into the sweet mess between her legs.
The ice cream was melting all over the chair, running down her legs, and making the seat of the chair slippery. Bart wasn’t missing a lick.
Finally, he looked up, laughing.
She said, “Kiss me, you fool.”
And they had the messiest, most delicious kiss a man and a woman ever shared, both bodies slathered with the mess they’d created.
It was back in the shower to clean up, squirt bottles back in play for the head to toe scrub. They stepped out and dried off. As had become their custom, he held the blow dryer fluffing her hair while, on her knees, she worked his erection with her mouth.
“Ok, now you can put the condom on.”
Once installed, she took his hand and walked him into the bedroom. She got on the edge of the bed on all fours, presenting her rear to him.
“Okay, cowboy, there appear to be two options there. Unfortunately, the upper option is currently not available. Your only option is the one below.”
He chuckled. Standing next to the bed, he put his hand between her legs, massaging gently to ensure she was ready.
“Yes, that’s the only available option today.” She paused as he continued to prepare her body with his hand.
“I know men like it from behind, so this is your big chance, cowboy. Enjoy, and thank you for Ginger.”
He moved to her entrance and gently pushed. She moaned until he was buried as deeply as her body would allow. She sputtered, “Oh my God. That’s so amazing.”
Molly held steady on all fours as he started stroking. With his left hand, he cupped her left breast while the fingers of his right hand pressed firmly on her place. The thrusts were at first slow and methodical, then harder and deeper, until he was pounding aggressively, her body receptive.
Molly braced herself. This was not her favorite position, but she was doing this for him.
He was a big, powerful man, feet firmly planted on the ground.
His hands were on her exactly where she wanted them, and he was really putting it to her.
She wiggled her bottom as best she could from her compromised position, pushing back when he pushed forward.
He was in as deep as a man could go, and it felt good, the pressure of the thick shaft completely filling her.
His two fingers on her special place were getting more and more important.
Her heart pounding, she was gasping for breath, squealing and moaning, her entire body on fire as she felt the end approach.
Finally, he paused and pressed deep when she felt his release, a powerful explosion inside.
Groaning, she authorized her first contraction, and the two bodies synchronized into a long, beautiful finish.
He stayed inside until the final pulses.
She moved to the pillow while he dispensed with the condom before joining her on the bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into his side, draping her leg over his, resting her head on his shoulder.
She whispered, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate Ginger. That was so incredibly thoughtful of you. What we just did was goofy and fun and is not a measure of my gratitude. That was just a playful gesture of thanks in a way I hope you never forget. Because I’m never going to forget this gift.”
She knew he wasn’t going to say anything. He didn’t talk during or after sex. She didn’t need for him to say anything.
His actions had said it all.
Bear was sitting in the doorway watching them cuddle on the bed, emitting periodic whines and the occasional bark.
Had he watched the bathroom dessert extravaganza?
He had ice cream on his chops. Had he watched them have sex in his favorite position?
Whatever, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t happy.
This whole situation of Shadow the and pups not being there was distressing.
“How would you feel about us taking Bear down to see Shadow and the pups?”
“I’d like to see the pups too.”
“Okay, then.”
They drove the open air Jeep about fifteen minutes to Julianne’s Dog Training School, pulling into the parking lot.
Bear’s nose was in the air. There were lots of dogs and lots of pups and the smells must have been overwhelming.
Could he smell Shadow and the pups? He was excited about something.
Bart had been repeating that they were going to see Shadow, so he was pumped.
He was on the ground barking excitedly the minute the Jeep stopped. Julianne came out to greet them.
“Julianne, this is Bear, the father of Shadow’s pups, and this is Bart, Bear’s owner.”
While they were shaking hands, Molly said, “Bear would like to see Shadow and the pups. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” She knelt down to meet Bear, expertly examining his neck, chest and back. “My, my, aren’t you quite the handsome father?”
Bear started barking wildly, and Molly could hear Shadow in the distance. They’d definitely picked up on the other. They walked to Shadow’s quarters. Molly opened the gate and let Bear in for the joyous reunion. There was lots of jumping about, smelling, and grooming, the pups wildly piling on.
Julianne said, “Would you like to let the family out to run around a bit?”
Molly said, “That would be so great.”
She reached down and snapped a collar on Shadow and led her out of the pen.
The pups and Bear followed as Julianne led them to a large fenced arena.
She let them in, released Shadow’s collar, and closed the gate.
The bigger area gave the pups room to roam and Bear and Shadow a place to be together.
The pups were jumping all over their father.
Julianne was watching Bear carefully. He was letting the pups maul him as he was being respectful to them. “Would you like to leave Bear for a few days?”
Molly looked at Bart, who said, “Fine with me if it won’t interfere with your program.”
“It usually helps. We’ll ask Shadow to sit. Then we’ll ask Bear to sit. When the pups see both dogs obeying, it’s easier to teach them to sit.”
“Fine with me.”
“If it doesn’t work out, we’ll call and you can come pick him up. But seeing him with the pups now, I don’t expect a problem. He’s been taught to be respectful. And it looks like the pups love their dad.”
Molly hadn’t said anything about his family coming, and Bart hadn’t asked, but when he stepped out into the yard for happy hour, she saw him mentally counting the seats at the long table and the outdoor chairs around the fire pit.
They matched at fourteen. That pretty much told him everything he needed to know about who was coming—his entire family.
They settled into chairs in the shade by the lake. It was a hot day, and Molly had beers on ice in the cooler. She opened two and handed him one.
“Looks like you’re expecting company for dinner.”
“Yes, I am.”
She took a drink of beer and looked out over the lake.
“I’m really sorry that my family coming is causing you all this work.”
“I’m happy they’re coming, and I’m looking forward to it. I hope you are too.”
He said simply, “Yes, I am. What’s planned?”
Molly gave him the rundown. Arriving Thursday, relay race on Friday, parade Saturday morning, Kitty’s farewell ride Saturday afternoon, and the trail ride Sunday. She also gave a quick menu rundown for the three evening meals at the cabin.
“Again, I’m really sorry for what this doing to you right in the middle of the craziest time for your business.”
“The business runs itself. I’m looking forward to everything. If you have fun, I’m going to enjoy it. If, for some reason, you’re not going to have fun, I’d like to know about that now so I can plan for it.”
“I’m going to have fun.”
She looked at him for a long time as he was taking long, deep drinks of cold beer and looking out over the lake. She was trying to figure out whether to believe him. She didn’t really get the relationship with his family. Everyone claimed it was good. But he seemed reluctant to stay in touch.
“Can I ask a few questions about your family?”
“Sure.”
“You never talk about Brett. Brett and Darcy were the last to sign on to the trip. Kitty said Brett is as ornery as you. Do you mind talking about them?”
He laughed. “I’m sure Brett wanted to come. Darcy is quiet and introverted. Maybe large McKinnon gatherings are not her favorite thing. It wouldn’t be unusual for her to be reluctant and for Brett to cover for her.”
“Are you and Brett close?”
“Yes.”
Molly was surprised that his answer was quick, simple, and clear. He and his brother were close. She wasn’t expecting that. He never talked about him.
“You don’t seem to keep in touch.”
“Not that kind of relationship. We could be apart for five years, but when we got together, it would be like there’d been no separation.
I feel like that about everyone in the family.
We weren’t taught to fawn all over each other.
It’s a Montana thing. Family is family and always will be.
We might not be in touch, but it doesn’t mean we’re not close.
I’m looking forward to seeing everyone, but especially him. ”
Molly thought about that. It was the best explanation he’d come up with so far. It was a Montana thing. Maybe a western thing. Okay, well, maybe that helped.
“How’d the relay race come about?”
“It’s a Stampede tradition going back years.
I started competing with girlfriends when I was thirteen.
We first competed in fourteen-and-under and later eighteens.
They’re some of my best childhood memories—a horse race with best friends on your team.
Later, the barrel racing ladies liked to group up and compete when they were in town for the rodeo.
It’s unusual for a barrel racing team to not win women’s unlimited.
You know, they’re professional riders on professional horses.
Super competitive races. The fairgrounds will be packed. The races are very popular.”
“You’re going to be on a good team.”
“Sounds like it. But the competition will be as tough as it gets. How does Cheyenne ride?”
“She won’t let you down. She rode competitively growing up. She hasn’t kept it up like Mom and Kitty, but she can ride. Are they bringing their own horses?”
“Yes.”
That pleased him. He was smiling and shaking his head.
“You’ll be a good team.”