"Just a Thursday night out with my best friend and her husband," she says, gesturing to her left. The man is standing behind his wife, protecting her.
"Bobby Ray Graham, my wife Clare," he says, extending his hand.
"Buck Buckley," I reply, shaking it.
Then she laughs again. Her curly light red hair shakes with the effort, and a hint of coconut hits my nose.
"What?"
"Your parents named you Buck Buckley?" she asks, hardly able to breathe. I chuckle.
"No, babe. Leonidas Buckley, at your service," I say, tipping my Stetson at her.
"Like the guy from 300?" She looks up at me biting her lip. Holy shit, I can just imagine her down on her knees in front of me, looking just like that before taking me into her mouth.
"Just like." She takes a sip of her whiskey that was just set down in front of her. "Dance
with me?" I ask, and her green eyes light up.
"Yeah, I’d like that," she replies, and I help her to her feet. As soon as we get on the dance floor, the music changes from a fast-paced song to a slow one. I don’t hesitate to pull her closer to me. Her curvy body molds to mine, and I could swear we were made for each other. She sighs in contention as we sway together.
I don’t let her out of my arms or away from my side for the rest of the night. We drink, laugh, and talk with her friends, but I know that I don’t want her to go as the night winds down.
"Ready?" I ask her like it is a foregone conclusion that she’s going home with me.
"Yep," she says, giving her friend a hug and grabbing her purse. We walk out of the bar with her hand in mine through the parking lot to my grey Chevy Silverado. The rain has stopped for now, but the thick, cloying air tells me it will soon start again. "Um... How am I supposed to get up there?" she asks nervously.
"No worries, babe. That’s what I am here for," I say, gently grabbing her hips in order to lift her up into the passenger seat. Her sweet gasp goes all through me. I shut the door and use the time it takes me to walk around the truck to get my shit together. I crank up the truck, and the country station I had on plays softly. The drive to my place is filled with a comfortable silence. Occasionally, she hums along with the song, but for the most part, she’s quiet. In the moonlight that’s pouring through the window, she looks like an ethereal angel.
I haven’t been with a woman in over ten years, and this one makes me want things I thought I didn’t. At twenty-seven, I’m ready to lay down some roots. As a child, I traveled with my adoptive parents. They were both on the rodeo circuit, and I was drug and them until I was a freshman in high school. I was the only kid who looked like me on the circuit, but I never felt out of place. My parents made sure of that. When I was fourteen, I put my foot down and was sent to live with my dad’s parents in Texas. There, I worked their ranch for pocket money. It was there that I learned to care for horses and cows, goats, and even bunnies. Gran loves bunnies. I got my diploma, went to college, and became a large animal veterinarian. It was the natural career path for me. For the last three years, I’ve been traveling the country yet again, gaining the experience to become the permanent veterinarian for The Circle T Ranch. I start on Monday.
Today, I signed the deed for the house I bought about a mile away from the ranch. I knew I wanted my own space, but I also didn’t want to be too far away in an emergency. It’s still a work in progress, but I am thanking God I set the master bedroom up as soon as the bed got here.
"You’re the one who bought the Dresden Mansion?" she asks as I pull to a stop in front of the house.
"Yep. Just this morning. How’d you hear about that?"
"Freedom is a small town. Everybody knows everything. I’m so glad you bought this place, though. There was talk of tearing it down and putting up a restaurant. It would have broken my heart."
"Why is that?" I ask, taking her hand.
"This was a hospital during the Civil War. My family lives nearby and has since before the war. The matriarchs of both families served as nurses. It would break my heart if such a huge piece of history were gone."
"Don’t worry, babe. I plan on restoring it to its original glory."
"That's mighty kind of you, Buck," she says, launching herself at me. Her hug is fierce, and I return it. The air in the truck changes. It's charged with something I don't recognize. Suddenly, my lips are on hers, devouring them. She tastes like whiskey and innocence. Our tongues connect, and I know we aren't making it into the house. She's in my lap now, her skirt up at her hips. Her lacy white panties are on display for me, and I want nothing more than to bury my face in that pussy of hers.
"Buck, please," she whispers, and what little bit of control I have snaps. The rain has started falling again, and the wind has picked up.
"What do you need, babe?" I ask through gritted teeth. She's moving on top of my hard cock, and she's fumbling with my belt.
"You. Just you," she breathes.
She's just sealed her fate, forever.
Chapter Three
Marla
The vein in his neck is strained. I can see how hard he is trying to keep everything in check. I love that he’s losing control. Another song plays on the radio. It’s my favorite by Dolly Parton and, oddly enough, also my favorite Whitney Houston song. How perfect is this song? It’s crazy how my body is responding to this man. I pretend to have a clue about what I'm doing. All I know is the hard cock under my ass needs to be in my pussy, like now. I feel like I am on fire. I can feel every nerve in my body come alive.
"Babe, please. Let me take you inside," he growls, kissing my neck before moving back to my lips. We kiss, our tongues dancing for a while. I am achy, needy, and on the verge of tears. Good tears, though. When his lips are on mine, I feel complete for the first time. Before tonight, I thought I didn’t need a man, but I was wrong. I need him.
"No time. I need you now," I moan, finally getting his belt open. Leaving his pants buttoned, I reach in and pull out his massive cock. Fuck, that’s gonna hurt so good.
"Fine. You asked for it." His long finger reaches out and touches my pussy through the fabric of my panties. They are soaked and sticking to me. I shiver at his touch. Gripping the edge of my panties, he pulls them from my body with minimal effort. I lift my ass up and watch as he grips his cock, lining it up with my open. I slam down until he breaks through my cherry. "Are you fucking kidding me, babe? This sweet pussy is only for me?" he grunts as I move my hips, reaching for something, anything, but I don’t quite know how to get.
"Yes. It’s only for you," I breathe. Somehow, he manages to get the car turned off, and the door open with me in his arms carries me in the rain to his front door. The rain is beating down on us while he maneuvers the keys from his hand to unlock his door. Once inside his house, he pushes my back against the now-closed front door. He’s still inside of me, and I am getting wetter and wetter. He pulls out of me and sets my feet on the floor. Reaching down, he pulls the hem of my dress up and lifts it off my body. I step out of my boots, leaving them where they are. He kicks his own off while I lift his shirt over his head. "Holy shit," I whisper. I am surprised by the fact that his large, imposing chest is covered in muscles. I lick my lips.