Chapter 19
This Kiss
Cash
My phone rings in my hand and I smile. Callie silenced me before, but she was probably trying to find a quiet place.
“Hey, Hurricane,” I greet her.
“Hey, Cash.” She doesn’t sound as excited as usual. There’s a sadness in her tone and it makes me wish I was close enough to hold her.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing, it’s fine, I swear.” There’s a hitch in her voice that I don’t like. She’s crying, or she will be soon.
“I’m coming back. I’m getting in my truck; I’ll be there in three hours.”
“No, Cash. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m just tired. I started at Pete’s today. Can you help me move some stuff tomorrow or maybe Monday? To my apartment I mean.” The tone of her voice is agonizing to me. It’s not tiredness, something happened.
“I’ll be at Lizzie’s by eight am. I’ll meet you by the coffee.”
“Okay, Cowboy.” I’m happy to hear my nickname but the way her voice breaks on it freaks me out.
“Callie, tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?”
“No, Cash. I did.” And with that, the line goes dead.
She did? What could she have possibly done?
I head to the tent and get my stuff before heading out to my truck. I don’t care what she says, I’m coming home tonight. If she needs me, I’ll be there. If not, then I’ll see her tomorrow.
“Hey, Ashley!” I turn my head at someone calling my name and see a group of women and a couple of riders. “We are heading out for a party. You coming?”
“Nah, not this time,” I answer, turning back around. Right as I get to my truck, a pretty girl in a western shirt tied above her belly button and skin-tight jeans comes up beside me. Her lips are pouty, and her eyes are smokey.
“Hey, Ashley, are you sure you don’t want to come? I would really like for you to come.” The way she wraps her lips around the word come tells me exactly what she means.
“I’m sure,” I tell her, moving around her to climb in my truck.
“I could come with you then?” She attempts a seductive face, but her eyes are blue, not green and her hair isn’t blonde and doesn’t smell like strawberries.
“Darlin’ I appreciate the effort, I do. I respect the hell out of it too, but I got a girl waiting for me at home,” I tell her.
“I mean, she’s not here. She wouldn’t know.”
“But I would. Goodnight.” Climbing into my truck, I pull out of the lot, heading back toward Inspiration and my Hurricane.
I drive most of the night and get home around three o’clock in the morning. I haven’t gotten any texts or anything from Callie, so I drag myself into the house, still covered in dirt from the arena and get in the shower. I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.
A few hours later, the dogs’ barking wakes me. I look over and realize it’s almost eight. I jump out of bed and start throwing clothes around, trying to find something, anything, to throw on so I don’t screw up my promise to Callie.
I’m dressed and out the door in record time and on the road to Lizzie’s. I have a gift for Callie sitting on the passenger seat.
I burst into the dining room at 8:15, gift bag in hand, and see Callie sitting there with her coffee. Lizzie sits across from her, looking at me with her mouth hanging open, her fork halfway to it.
“Sorry, Aunt Lizzie, I’m late. I promised a certain girl I would be here at eight.” I lean down and drop a kiss on the top of Callie’s head before moving around the table and giving Lizzie a kiss on the cheek. “Didn’t mean to alarm anyone.”
“Well, good morning to you too, Cash. Congratulations on the wins this week. It’s going to be a good season if this is how you’re showing already.”
“Thanks, it was a fun week but I’m glad I’m home.” Reaching over and grabbing a plate, I load it with potatoes, eggs, and a pastry. A half-eaten pastry sits on Callie’s plate as she sips her coffee. Something isn’t right. Something happened while I was gone.
“Hey, Hurricane. I brought you a present,” I tell her in a sing-song voice, hoping to cheer her up.
Her eyes lift to mine, and they lighten a little. “You did?”
“Yep, here you go, pretty girl.” I pass the pink bag to her, excited. I bounce a little in my seat and she laughs.
“You look like a little kid.”
“Just open it,” I almost yell. Lizzie laughs at our antics, her eyes full of love as they volley between us. Callie reaches into the bag and pulls out the tiny box. I have to control myself not to reach over and snatch it to open it faster.
“Stop bouncing in your chair, Cash. You’re a thirty-four-year-old man not a ten-year-old at a birthday party,” Aunt Lizzie scolds me.
Pulling the lid off the box, Callie’s eyes round and her mouth makes an adorable little O before she says, “ooh.” Pulling the delicate gold chain from the box, she holds it up for Lizzie to see.
Hanging on it is a tiny little cowboy hat, and a gold bar inscribed with ‘Cowboy Cash.’
“If you come to the rodeo next week, you can wear it. Please?” I change my statement to a question; I don’t want her to think I’m trying to tie her down or anything too soon.
“Oh, Cash, I love it. Thank you!” Tears spring to her eyes which is unexpected. I don’t know what's going on but I’m over the moon to see her face light up, and a smile just for me. I got new gloves made while I was in Denver too, they say Hurricane, but I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.
As far as I’m concerned, I won three out of four rodeos this week and championships last week so she’s my new lucky charm and I don’t ever want to let her go.
“So, we moving your stuff today or what?” I ask her and she nods her head.
“Let’s head upstairs. You can help me get everything together.”
I follow her to her room, and she holds my hand the whole way. After her gift, it feels like we’re making progress again. Walking into the little corner room, I see she’s spread out quite a bit in here and laugh.
“Shut up. It’s a small room.”
I grab her and pull her to me, kissing her.
“Fuck, Hurricane, I missed you. I wanted you there every day.” When I say it, her face falls. Cupping her cheek, I ask, “What’s wrong? I know it’s something, so you better spill it.” I don’t release her even though she squirms a little.
“When you called on Wednesday, you spoke to someone in the background and then told me you had to go. As you hung up, I heard a woman giggling.” She hangs her head and tries to back up. “I realize I have no claim on you yet or anything but I just—I don’t know.”
Finally catching on, I pull her against me again. Lifting her chin, I kiss her. I lay kisses along her jaw, around her ear and down her neck. Her breathing accelerates as she leans into me. My cock immediately stands up, begging to be a part of anything after almost three weeks of torture.
I lean close to her ear, my breath tickling her, based on her shiver.
I press my pelvis against her so she can feel me.
“Baby, I have never been so hard in my life as I have been this last week. I want nothing more than to sink inside you like I have dreamed about since I first saw you sitting at the breakfast table and heard your gorgeous moan. I’ve been hard since then.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever turned me on the way you do.
And nobody stands a chance next to you.” I suck on her pulse point before I reach around and grab a handful of her ass, pressing her so hard against me, I give an involuntary buck of my hips.
“Let me show you,” I plead.
Her whispered, “Okay,” is all I need to proceed.
Stepping back slightly, I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. I kiss her collarbone and across her chest. Sliding her bra down, I grab two handfuls of her gorgeous tits.
“Fuck, these are perfect.” I bite into one, then the other, leaving red teeth marks behind.
I kneel before her as she stands over me.
I can see her gazing at me through the valley of her breasts and I nearly come in my pants.
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
I kiss her gently on her belly button before unbuttoning her jeans and pulling the zipper down.
I lay another kiss at the top of her pelvis I just uncovered.
“Beautiful.”
Pulling her pants down her legs, I strip one leg then the other until she’s standing over me in just her lacy pink panties and her bra. Sticking my face at the junction of her thighs, I inhale, pressing my nose against the fabric.
Reaching up, I drag them down her hips, exposing a sexy tuft of curls shining with wetness.
I lick my lips while removing her panties completely then lean forward again, burying my nose in her, inhaling her clean, salty scent.
I give a little tug on the hair, and she gasps.
I look up at her from between her thighs and she has her head thrown back.
Walking her backwards until she hits the wall, me on my knees the whole time, I give one smooth lick from as far back as I can reach until I hit the top of her pubic bone.
“I like it a little bit rough, baby. I’m not sure what experience you have with that, so we will circle back, but this time you’re going to get sweet Cash. Okay?”
She nods her head with wide eyes, and I chuckle.
Grabbing her ankle and draping it across my shoulder, I dive in. She tastes exactly how she smells, and I can’t get enough.
“You’re mine now, Hurricane. You’ll wear my name around your neck, and you taste like fucking heaven.
I licked it, so it’s mine.” She giggles at my words, and I lick, nibble, and suck until she’s panting, holding my hair, and grinding on my face.
She’s right on the edge, but I’m not ready to let her go yet.
Standing, I move her to the bed, where she lays down and I kneel next to it.
Pulling her to me until her pussy is right on the edge, I put both thighs across my shoulders and surround my head.
I rub my nose against her clit then run my tongue from her clit to her tight ass.
She gasps when I run my tongue across the extra sensitive flesh there.
“You like that, Hurricane?” I glance up at her to see her mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut.
I take my thumb and press it gently against her ass as I suck hard on her clit.
She shudders beneath me. I insert two fingers, rubbing them against the top of her pussy wall, feeling for that special little spot.
I rub hard until I hear her breathing change, and I know I’ve found it.
Sticking my thumb in my mouth to wet it, I massage her ass while I suck on her and continue to rub her from inside.
She squirms under me, so I stop everything I’m doing, suddenly, and she pops her head up, looking down at me.
“Don’t squirm away, baby, or it all stops.
” I resume my movements, spitting lightly on her tight asshole before resuming my clitoris sucking.
Her breathing gets harder and more frenzied, moans and the occasional ‘Cash’ falling from her wet, swollen lips.
Pushing her further and further toward the edge, I press hard against the little rough spot inside her until her walls start to quiver around my fingers.
“More Cash, don’t stop.”
Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.
Just as her moans reach a fever pitch, and I slide my thumb inside her tight opening, she comes in a gush all over my face. I am surrounded by the smell and taste of her. It’s almost more than I can handle, and I need to come so bad, I see stars. My balls ache. My stomach hurts.
She’s fucking perfect. Laying there, spread out on the bed, having been thoroughly devoured by me.
I am consumed with the need to tell this woman how I feel.
Climbing up her body I rub my wet face on her stomach, causing her to laugh, before I get to her face and kiss her gently, pulling her against me.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“That was…I’ve never…Holy shit, Cash.”
Please, don’t break my heart.
Clasping the necklace around her neck, I kiss the back of her shoulder before helping get her redressed. Then we pack.
We move in comfortable silence as I make a pile to return to the library downstairs and remove her clothes from the little closet, laying them on the bed for her to pack in her various bags and boxes.
Once there’s a small stack of boxes by the door, I start carrying them down the stairs, the books on top.
Popping into the library, books in hand, I find Lizzie by the fireplace, her own cowboy romance in her hands, a shirtless man in a hat on the cover.
Thankfully, being away from Callie and her delicious smell has allowed my cock to settle a little, though my balls are still aching.
Raising a brow, I give her a look. “I’m so certain His Cattle Roping Princess is surely just an innocent book about a man teaching a woman to rope.” She huffs out a laugh before laying the book on the table.
“You hush, Cash. We old women need to keep our minds sharp. Your own little lady upstairs had a stack of books,” she says, pointing at my arms.
“That she did, and I’ll buy her a whole bookshop if it makes her happy.”
“She’s lovely, Cash. So sweet, and kind. And the way you look at her.” She sniffles a little. “Reminds me of how your daddy watches your mama, to this day. He orbits around her, like she is the sun.”
I sit beside her on the little settee. “I’m so grateful for everything you did for her, Aunt Lizzie.
I think, if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have stayed.
You gave her something in her weeks here.
” I put an arm around her, hugging her close.
“I think I’m falling for her. And I just want her to stay. ”
Patting my hand, she says, “All we ever wanted was for you to find the woman who fits you and Callie is like a puzzle piece you didn’t know was missing but everyone else saw it. I hope it works out. Because, sweet Cash,” she pats my cheek softly, “you aren’t falling for her, you are already gone.”