Chapter Thirty-Eight
Leaving Dill Creek—Come again.
We pass the town sign, and it feels like we spent a lifetime together over the last week.
So much happened—not only between us, but everything around us too.
I’m too old for dating games. I’ve been to war, I’ve been married, I have two daughters and one that will be a teenager soon…
I know what I want. I know who I want. The woman sitting next to me, she’s not just my second chance at happiness, she’s that for my girls too.
“I’m ready to be home.” Dixie smiles with a sigh as she looks out her window. “I miss Montana, I miss my horse, I miss the girls…” She pauses, then turns to look at me. “You’re not kickin’ me back to the bunkhouse are you?” She winks.
I reach over and grip her chin. “Over my dead body.” Then bring her lips to mine in a hard kiss.
“Good.” She chuckles and sighs, “Just makin’ sure.”
We won’t make it very far today, we left pretty late.
The rest of the drive will have to be tomorrow.
I called and let Justin and Lythie know we wouldn’t get in until after dark.
So they’re going to just keep the girls an extra night and bring them home the next morning.
I’m sure they didn’t even realize I was gone longer.
Dixie maybe, but not me. They’re having too much fun with the baby.
Driving late in the dark, we finally find a motel—and I let Dixie have all her fun with my cock inside her mouth.
It was the best I’ve ever had, no dice. We’re up before the sun to get on the road, and as we drive, I feel like a teenager all over again with Dixie.
I gave her free rein of the music, and I have no regrets.
I’ve sung out loud more on this trip than I have in years.
I can be a fun dad and put on a show when my kids are around, but this…
it’s been real. For Dixie too, over there in her tan hat, singing Tim McGraw and Martina McBride—she’s set free.
She isn’t the cowboy who showed up at Silo Springs Ranch anymore…
She’s the woman she was always meant to be.
It’s around nine o’clock when we pull up to the ranch.
Toby has the porch and barn lights on for us.
He and Brian switched places along with a few of the guys while we were gone.
He strolls out of the barn while we’re getting out of the truck and meets me as I close my door.
I pat him on the shoulder, thank him and tell him to get his ass to bed.
He walks by Dixie and notices she’s missing the boot and walking just fine.
“Hey… look at you. Feeling alright?” He’s genuine, and she knows it.
“Doing great, thanks!” She smiles. Toby tips his hat and heads off into the darkness toward the bunkhouse.
When she comes around the truck and over to me, I put my arms around her, pulling her front to mine.
I can feel every curve, and my hands slide down to squeeze her ass.
“Take me inside, boss?” She’s flirting, but she doesn’t know how bad I actually need to take her.
Inside or outside, I don’t care. Except I don’t have the patience to drag her over to the house.
So I’m taking her in the barn. It's been a long day and I’m starved.
I grab her by the hand and pull us toward the double doors. “What if he comes back?” She breathes loudly, her eyes darting from me to the door as I drag her through the center toward the back where there’s a small wall holding all the bridles and other horse shit.
“Hi sweet girl!” She sings to Blaze as we go by.
I flip a switch, turning on a light. “He’s not coming back, blondie.
And if he does, well—guess we won’t be a secret anymore.
” I smirk and press her back to the wooden shiplap.
“How do you want it tonight baby? Right here, up against this wall?” My voice is low and dangerous.
“Or I could lay you down in the hay—it only pokes a little.” I get closer to her ear, the warmth of my breath blowing over her skin.
I feel her shiver and almost forget the game I’m playing, because my need to have her just grew tenfold.
“How about I kiss you, and we’ll let the universe decide where we end up? ” I whisper into her ear.
“Okay, boss.” She breathes. “I like that.”
I lift the felt hat from her head and place it on the nearest hook, then drop my hands to her belt, slowly removing her gun locked inside its holster, placing it on the shelf closest to where we are.
With every move I make, her chest rises and falls.
I understand I’m not playing nice—I’d rather cause her torturous ecstasy and drag this out as long as possible.
“Do you always play with your food this long before you eat it?” She says, grabbing a belt loop on each of my hips, pulling me flush with her.
I press into her, smashing her hard against the wall with my body.
One arm above her head anchoring my stance, the other hand working its way under her shirt and palming her breast. “That’s more like it.
” She smirks. “I can feel that horse in your pants begging to break free. Let it loose and fuck me like you mean it.”
I let go of the wall and rip open her top, thrusting it over her shoulders so only the bottom half is still covering her belly.
Her white cotton bra has hardly any padding.
Her nipples are hard and I groan before biting one through the thin fabric.
My mouth hovers over hers as she spurs me on.
“You wanna rip this bra too? Go ahead, I’ve got more.
Break it, boss.” She coaxes. Without a second thought I take the thin fabric in my fists, at the seam between her two breasts, and pull.
It snaps, and she’s naked from the shoulders down.
I brush her tender flesh with my beard as I kiss down her neck, over her collarbones and dip my tongue between the two delicious tits adorning her chest. But there’s one place my mouth hasn’t had the pleasure of enjoying yet, and I’m not letting another night go by without that happening.
I take a quick glance at the surrounding space, there’s a stack of hay bales, but they’re not hidden in a corner like we are…
You know what? Fuck it. I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist and haul her over to the stack.
“What the hell are you doin’? She gasps.
“I’m laying myself down on top of this hay—You are going to sit on this beard, put your pussy on my tongue and give me the honor of feasting until I’m satisfied.
” Her mossy green eyes grow large, and she bites her lip at the realization of what we’re about to do.
I lift her onto the highest bale, then heft myself up to join her.
I look around, there’s a vertical beam that holds the roof at one end of the stack, and my eye catches a hook with a rogue bridal hanging on it.
Perfect. Something for her to hold on to.
I rip my shirt off and place my head at that end.
I bust open my jeans and let her black Andalusian horse free.
My dick is as hard as steel, so I wrap my fist around it and tug, trying but failing to pacify the hunger that’s eating away at me by the second.
“Get over here, blondie.” She crawls over to me, licking my dick with her tongue on her way up. Fuck. I don’t know if I’m going to last long enough to blow inside of her tonight. Just the thought of my tongue all over those pussy lips, has me ready to come right now.