“We haven’t seen you for a few days.”
Isaac smiles, “Yes, I had to spend time with my granddad on his ranch.”
The Front Manger smiles at me, then back to Isaac, “Do you want your usual table?”
“Yes, and we’ll like a bottle of Cotes du Rhone wine.”
I start to ask what kind of wine that is, but as I follow him to the table, Isaac smiles and says, “You’ll love the wine.”
An older waiter who looks Italian bring us some breadsticks and a small shallow dish with olive oil.
I glance at Isaac because I’m completely lost and feel pathetic that as much as I love lasagne, I’ve never eaten it in an Italian restaurant. Only when they’ve had an Italian night in town at the local bar. That’s when I first sampled it and ever since then I checked out the recipe on the net and made it once in a while.
He smiles reassuringly, “You dip the bread in the olive oil.”
“Damn, is it so obvious that I haven’t got a clue what to do with everything?”
He laughs,“That’s what I like about you. You are sort of unspoiled like the air in the country.”
“I guess that’s a nice way to say I’m a country bumpkin.”
We both chuckle. I like hearing Isaac laugh.
“Ah, was granddad upset yesterday when I moved back to my apartment,” Isaac asks, suddenly turning serious.
“A little, but I think he understands, but he just wants what’s best for you.”
“Yeah, well I’m a big boy living in the city. Not the boy that he raised so many years ago. Sometimes he has a hard time distinguishing between the two of us,” he lets out a sigh as he pours us glasses of water. “He needs to let go, and maybe I do too.”
“I’m confused, what you mean about you need do the same?”
He doesn’t answer as the waiter interrupts and brings the bottle of red wine. He pours Isaac a little in his wine glass, and it’s just like in the movies. Isaac takes a small sip and nods his head at the waiter who then pours wine into my glass before give more to Isaac. I taste the wine, and I raise my eyebrows thinking that I would love to say that I hate it. Just for the sake of it, but it’s not in my nature to do that.
I put my glass down and say, “I could get used to this type of lifestyle.”
He smiles at me in a way that he never has before.
The rest of the meal is delightful. I realize as I set the table from Isaac that I don’t want the magical moments to end. I’m afraid that when we walk out, we’ll end up bickering like we did at the ranch. But the mood follows us out in the hot, humid Houston night air.
“Now, I get to show you my apartment. I think you’ll be impressed. It’s decorated in Johnnie Versace.”
“Was he gunned down on the stoops of his house in Miami?” I ask suddenly recalling an old new report.
“Yes, and the world lost a great designer.”
“I remember that he was expensive,” I’m thinking about one day having my home. A place that I can have for my own and decorate it the way the way that I want to have it.
“I guess so,” Isaac replies, “Right here we are!”
He says as he parks outside an apartment block, and I don’t know if this is a good idea. Not only is it late, and I have no underwear or any clothes, but this place is chic. Back on the ranch, I’m in my comfort zone, as we enter his apartment I’m afraid to walk on the white carpet. I start to take my shoes off, but Isaac shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says.
The tour of the apartment leaves me overwhelmed. Once the tour is over, he stops at one of his two guest bedrooms. “This one is yours, don’t worry there’s things a toothbrush, bathe robe and towels.”
I laugh, “Do you have underwear in there too?”
He shakes his head, “Sorry, I don’t.”
There’s an awkward silence between us as if he doesn’t know what to say, but I know how I feel. I want him to tell me that he doesn’t want this night to end. Not to just drop me off at my bedroom.
“I don’t think I’ve ever slept in bed as big as that,” I say nodding toward the huge round bed. Then he grabs my arm and spins me towards him. His lips are on mine, in a kiss, he did what I expected him to do all day and gave up hope. I didn’t think that Isaac was interested until now. I thought that he was thinking of me as a little sister, one so inexperienced that he had to give instructions to in a restaurant.
He crushes his face against mine, sandwiches my body between his chest as his tongue explores my mouth greedily while darting in between it. Whereas his fingers prowl my shoulders, back and the nape of my neck. I’m trying to kiss him back, but I can’t as he’s so powerful and determined that I feel as if so helpless compared to Isaac.
I feel the throbbing building against my stomach, and I feel confident that I’m not going to be sleeping in this bed tonight.
That’s when he takes me by surprise and pulls back.
“Shit! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Why?
Why does he back away now, the first time that I’ve known that he’s been interested and he leaves me hanging. I can’t get to sleep now. I decide that I’m going to need a cold shower, one that will stop me from going to the room next door and begging Isaac to finish what he started only a few seconds ago.
Chapter 7
Isaac
God, I bet he sent her! Granddad’s trying to manipulate me! Do this! You should do that. It’s for your good!
My lips still tingling from the passionate kiss and I shake my head as I enter the bedroom. I didn’t realize she was so hot blooded. I pause to rearrange my cock. It’s pressing painfully against my zipper. I need to have a cold shower, I’ve resisted touching her all this time. I’m not about to give it all up now, especially when granddad’s pushing me into a corner.
Fuck it!
Cold showers not even going to do or get rid of the anger that’s boiling inside of me right now. I pick up the phone and decide to have it out with him.
“Hello,” Granddad answers after the second ring.
“It’s me, Isaac! Did you send her to get me! And don’t lie to me, Granddad. I’ll find out the truth!”
I decide that with my painful hard-on and knowing that Olivia’s next door. I’ll just have it out with him. I can’t deal with any of this pussy footing around.
“Isaac, no, I didn’t even know she was there until she called me this afternoon. I thought she’ll change her mind about coming to Houston. She’s tried a couple of times and each time she chickens out. I couldn’t believe it when she said that she actually made it.”
“You didn’t tell her to come see me? Are you sure?”
I’m still not convinced that he’s telling me the truth. He hasn’t done it until now, why should it be any different. Besides this conversation’s useless. He’s not going to tell me the truth on the phone. I’m not sure why I’m even calling him.
“No, I wouldn’t even want her to drive on I-10. That road’s hell,” he sounds out of breath as if maybe he was in bed or something and the phone call woke him up.
“Well, she showed up at the office this morning and asked me if I wanted to go for coffee. I was sure that you sent her.” My voice softens a bit as I start to calm down, “So why did she come?”
“Isaac, haven’t you guessed the truth about her yet, that she’s a decent girl, country girl. Hell, she’s a cowgirl and the reason that I wanted you to get married. She's the type that’ll stay with you through thick and thin. Olivia’s so damn reliable that you can put a clock behind her and she’ll stick at the right time.”
“So you think that I need a clock to get on the straight and narrow?”
“No! What you need is someone to bring you out of the darkness, so that you can stop punishing yourself for the past. She reminds me a lot of your grandma. That’s why I like her so much.”
“More than Dede?”
Granddad says, “That’s not fair. I’m not going to compare the woman that you loved and lost to Olivia. But I will say this; she’s different. Dede decided to keep from you that she was carrying your baby. She knew the risks, and she was willing to take them.”
I cough, feeling the need for a drink as he relives my life. The part that I’m trying to keep deeply buried, “Dede was keeping our child to bring us together. I was too busy working and trying to get over mom’s death to see what was going on.”
Granddad sighs as we’ve had this decision so many times, “Son, we don’t know why she did it. All we know is that with her genetic heart defect, she shouldn’t ever be pregnant let alone attempt to have babies. She was offered the chance to have a hysterectomy, and she chose not to have one. That has nothing to do with you or I. That was her decision.”
There’s a moment of silence as I manage to find my whiskey bottle and debate whether to start drinking it. My erection that I had thinking about Olivia has turned my cock into a limp one. The same it does every time I talk about the past. I don’t even care about getting it on. All I can think about is talking to Dede. Telling her that it doesn’t matter if she can’t have children. I love her and getting down on one knee and giving her the one thing that she wanted, marriage. Grandad’s right no one knows what Dede was thinking, all I know is that I saw her when she was seven months pregnant on our bathroom floor begging me to help her up. By the time I did and took her to the hospital, it was too late. Our baby had died before then, and Dede did shortly after our baby.
Granddad clears his throat, “So, did you two have fun?”
The hope that I hear in his voice irritates me. I try to keep in mind that he’s an old man. One that’s supposedly dying, but the more I think about it. The more I doubt that even that’s true, but he knows what I’ve been through. He wouldn’t dare lie about that.
“Yeah, it was nice. Nice.”
“Where is she now?”
“In the guest bedroom, next to mine.”
“Really?”
“I didn’t realize that you were such a dirty old man, Granddad. I know what’s going through your mind.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Right. Okay, I’m going to bed . . . Alone!”
“Have a good night, son and I’ll see you at the ranch tomorrow.”
“’Bye!” I say and hang up.
I put my cell phone away. As I climb into bed and leave the bottle by the side. I decide to take Olivia to the office with me tomorrow morning. If things go well, I’ll take her out to lunch and drive her around town to show her more of Houston. I did enjoy today for the first time in a long time I had the opportunity to relax. Maybe granddad’s right, and she’s a welcome distraction, for the first time I never thought about Dede and our baby until tonight, but I don’t feel guilty about moving on. If anything, I think of it as a welcome relief.
Chapter Eight
Olivia
I hear a loud knock on the door. It's so loud that it scares me and I jump up the moment I realize that it’s Isaac thumping at the door, "Olivia wake-up!
“Go away!” I want to shout out, but I don’t I just whisper it while covering my head underneath the covers. I don’t want to get out of these silk sheets. Doesn’t he know that the bed coverings that I have in the cottage are nothing compared to this, I could sleep here all week.
“We’re going for breakfast, get up.”
Now, he’s not on the other side of the door. I have no clothes on, and I’m naked underneath the covers. If I were confident enough to seduce him, then I would just take off the covers and stand naked in front of him. But I can’t even if I knew how to do it.
Like a mouse I whisper, “I have no clothes on.”
I’m waiting for a reaction from him. Instead, he just blurts out, “Well get in the shower and get ready. We’re going to breakfast.”
I’m so damn confused, one minute he’s just kissing me and the next he’s talking to me as if we’re friends. We’re not. He should want me, but then he doesn’t. Damn it Isaac, what do you want?
I think as I take off the covers and pop my head out wondering if he’s still in the room. When I see that he’s gone. I should be relieved, but I’m not. I was hoping that he’ll still be around.
I didn’t sleep; the pounding headache doesn’t escape me as I try and stand up to figure out what I’m going to wear. That’s when I see neatly laid on the side, a new set of underwear. Wow, he must have gone to buy it while I was sleeping. My old set is next to it, so that’s how he knew the size. That was thought of him as well as the jeans and shirt next to it. It’s as if he’s thought of everything. Anything. But being with me.
I should be happy; I think as my toes sink into the cream carpet and I stretch out in the room. Then I see that he’s drawn the curtains and someone could see me, so I hurry into the bathroom and have a shower. Just like he said there's a robe and everything that I need to freshen up including a toothbrush. I quickly shower and pin my hair back. I could dry it, but that would take ages and the way that he was trying to get me to get ready. I’m assuming that time isn’t on our side.
As I put my clothes on, it doesn’t take long for me to find Isaac. He’s standing just outside my door. I wonder if he was debating whether to come in or not this whole time? Why does he keep backing away?
“You were waiting for me by standing outside my door?”
He shakes his head not saying a word, he’s not looking at me, but more at my feet.
“Did something happen?”
Again, he shakes his head, but says, “We need to get going.”
He says it so quietly automatically I feel the need to comfort him. What happened? Why does he always do that?
I grab his hand, “Isaac have you been drinking again?”
This is the only time that his mood changes, whenever he’s had a drink. That must be why he’s acting like this.
“No, I’m just thinking that we should get going. I haven’t touched a drink, but if we stay here any longer. I might just do that.”
On that note, we move quickly to the elevator and head to his car. Black suits him; I thought that with his dark hair that it’ll absorb into one. But no, with his polo shirt and black pants he looks completely different to when we’re on the ranch.
“What are you smiling about?”
He asks as we stand in the elevator.
“Oh, just how different you are here compared to in the ranch.”
He nods, “That’s because the ranch is my place of insanity.”
“And here your place of sanity?”
“Yes.”
Then we head out of the elevator, and I follow him like a puppy. It doesn’t make any sense if here is his place of sanity then why does he drink when he’s here.
“So how comes you’ve been drinking whenever you’re here?”
He opens the car door, and I stand to wait for him to reply, “Because there’s been so much pain on the ranch.”
He motions for me to sit down and I follow suit. He closes the car door, and he doesn’t wait for me to prompt him. He turns to face me, “My mom, grandma, and my dad all died at that ranch.”
“I thought your mom and grandma were sick?”
He nods, “They were and when they found out that there was nothing more that the hospital could do for them. They opted to die at home. Part of me wishes they hadn’t. The selfish part of me and I hate it at times, so I do the one thing that I’m good at, I just avoid the ranch.”
“I sometimes visit the place that my parents died; they died in a car crash.”
“I know you told me Elle; they say that time heals all wounds eventually. I don’t want the wounds to heal. I just want to forget it most of the time.”
“About your parents and grandma?”
He shakes his head, “No. Not about them.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and it’s as if he’s thinking about something, but then he changes his mind, “We need to get there soon otherwise, we won’t enjoy our day out.”
“Are we not going to the ranch today?”
He laughs, “You do love that place?”
“No, I just miss Autumn.”
“The horse?”
I sigh, “She’s not just any ordinary horse. She’s my horse. I’ve never owned one before. I don’t own anything now. Even the car I’m driving is Neil’s. He just gives me free access to it. Anyway, where are we going?”
"We're going to the Common Bond Cafe & Bakery. You are going to eat too much chocolate, doughnuts, and all sweet things. Because it's my treat and in between that when you feel like sleeping. I'll pump you up with some coffee to help you eat some more,” he starts the engine and then backs out of his space.
“There goes my diet!”
As we get to the door, to leave the building. He smiles, “Your diet. You don’t need to be on one. Your body’s perfect.”
Then he winks at me, and his hand touches my leg. I want to hold it, but then he moves it away quickly and starts focusing on the road. I feel like a teenage girl that’s got a major crush. It starts and ends with Isaac. I want him so bad, that I can’t think of anything else right now, but tonight the pair of us sharing the same bed. He can take me all he wants, because if this is a taste of his true personality, then I don’t want to go back to the ranch. I love the old Isaac. The one that Neil’s been talking about when he asked me to give him another chance. It just feels natural doing it now compared to when we were together at the ranch.
“What are you smiling about?”
I laugh, “You and I. I hated you so much at the ranch.”
“I don’t blame you. I’m a bit of a jerk when I drink.”
“So, you know, and you keep doing it.”
He doesn’t say a word; there’s something that happens every time. Something that stops him from talking to me and telling me exactly what’s on his mind. I thought that it was drinking, but then I started to think that it was losing his relatives. But there’s something else. It’s starting to make sense now why he doesn’t want to touch me; there’s someone else. Maybe a girlfriend and this is the reason for the photo in the hallway, but when I asked him about it. He just brushed me off. The same way that he’s doing it now. I don’t know what to think about him; sometimes it’s as if we get close and then he backs away. Whereas I’m like an open book. What you see is what you get!
I see the sign and that there are a few people in the restaurant, which has glass walls. The place is starting to get busy as customers enter, but I love the waiters uniform with their white hats and matching shirts. It’s as if they’re bringing something old-fashion to the modern Houston.
“Cool, this is the place right?”
I ask as he parks and turns off the engine.
“Yep, I’m kind of shocked that I’ve got parking nearby. Usually, it’s a struggle which is why I woke you up early. Sorry?”
“You forget that I’m a cowgirl. I’m used to getting up early, besides seven-thirty is not exactly at the beginning of my book.”
“Right this place has everything from irresistible croissants, every type of bread that you can think off and cookies too. And anything you don’t want right now. We can take with us. They have gift boxes because some people give them as gifts.”
He gets out of the car, and I want to ask him before we enter. I’m dying to get it off my chest, and I didn’t want to say it while he was driving.
“Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?”
I get out of the car, and he asks, “Why do you think that?”
“Oh, because of the picture in your apartment.”
He clears his throat as he shuts the car door, “She wasn’t just my girlfriend. She was my fiancee.”
Shoot, why didn’t I keep my big mouth shut?
“I love coffee,” he lifts up his elbow for me to loop my hand in his, “This place has the best coffee, and you can see them working at the back of the bakery. If you want to take photos, then let me know.”
“Let me guess; you’re a regular here too?”
He raises an eyebrow, “How did you know?”
I shake my head, “Do you ever just stay at home and eat?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Then as we arrive, he opens the door for me. I see that the interior has a mixture of steel and wood. There’s a mixture of people here, which I find weird because in town there’s a segregation between what the youngsters like and what the old folks do, but here it’s as if everyone’s just here enjoying the croissants, chocolate and everything else.
“Isaac, I don’t even know what coffee to choose. It’s as if it’s in a different language?”
He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. Is it okay if I order for you?”
I nod my head because my hands still looped on to his and all I can think about is the fact that he said that he'd look after me. Is it just while I’m in Houston or is he thinking about doing it a little while longer?
Chapter Nine
Isaac
This is our final night here, and I decide that I’d take her to my favorite restaurant, Louie’s. I took her shopping to buy a dress for the evening. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked in a black crossover dress. Everyone stared at her from the moment we walked into the restaurant.
Olivia thought that they were staring because she was worried about what cutlery to use and not knowing what to order. Watching her innocence should annoy me, but it does the complete opposite, it just intrigues me even more. How she’ll react if I order things for her and what she’ll do if she doesn’t like it.
There’s nothing about her that doesn’t surprise me, and I know that I'm not honest with her. I should tell her about Dede. Explain the reason why I started drinking “I can’t believe that I’ve seen so much in two days.”
She slumps down on the sofa, and I see her dress ride her up the leg. It’s fully exposed, and I should take her now. I think that’s what she wants, but I can’t fucking tell.
“There’s so much more to do.”
She smiles, then pats for me to sit down next to her. “I know, but between the Children’s Museum, the Space Center, Aquarium and I’m never setting foot inside another zoo. That’s enough for now. Maybe next time if I can come here, you can show me more. And as for having breakfast at Common Bond Cafe, please let us do it again. I want to try some of their muffins and the rest of their croissants. Oh and the coffee menu. I'm curious as to what a drip coffee, flat white, lavender latte and a chai latte tastes like.”
I laugh as I sit next to her. I move my cock out of the way and think about just talking to her. Nothing else. But then I can’t help but get distracted as her breasts start to glow in the moonlight.
“As for this dress, when you bought it for me. I felt like Cinderella.”
She looked so beautiful as the assistant told her to come out and show me. I found myself speechless, not because I didn’t think that she looked great in the dress. She looked better than great, but it brought back a painful memory. One of the time that I’d taken Dede there, and she’d done the same thing. I was on my phone, Dede told me that night that she could have been wearing a bag over her head and I wouldn’t have looked twice at her.
I was consumed with work; I thought the woman I had at home was enough. We were going to get married; she was pregnant, everything was in place. I never knew that she was risking her life for me. I hate myself for not seeing the desperation in her actions. I hurt her so fucking badly that she died, just because of me.
I can’t have another woman love me. I know that Olivia’s so easily blinded by my charm. She thinks that I’m this great guy if she knew the truth about me. She wouldn’t stay here; she would run away.
I’m lost in my thoughts that I don’t say a word. If anything, she needs to go to bed alone. As far away from me as possible.
“Thanks, Isaac,” she says as she gives me a kiss on the cheek and then she jumps up. I’m disappointed, but I don’t know what it is about her. Maybe it’s the fact that I know she’s working for granddad and he’s setting us up. I want her so fucking bad, and the temptation’s too strong.
“I need to hit the showers.”
“You look stunning in that dress.”
“Really?”
I nod my head, “Really.”
“It’s just when you saw me in it; you just turned away. I was kind of worried that maybe it was too sexy for me.”
Shit, she doesn’t have a clue about how hot she is, does she?
I’m about to get up to get some water when she blurts out, “Anyway, I’m going to have a shower.”
Shit, a shower without me, I can’t even respond to that. My cock’s rock hard as I watch her walk away and then as she enters the bedroom. I see that she doesn’t shut her door. That’s an invitation, but one that I shouldn’t take. Then, I hear her running the shower. She’s left that door open for me to.
I hear to the open-plan kitchen and grab some water. I take a big sip of my drink, all the time thinking that this is granddad’s trap. He wants me to fall for her. I can’t do it. No, I fucking won’t. I feel as if I’m standing for hours debating about going into her room, but then as I hear the shower stop. I feel relieved that she didn’t stay in there any longer. She walks into the living room in a snow-white robe with her hair done up in a white towel; I almost shoot my load she looks so fucking hot! I don’t say anything as it seems our bodies are being pulled together as though magnetized.
I walk to the living room; we stand to face each other. No words are exchanged as our lips touch, rekindling the passionate memories of the other night’s kiss. I don’t think we can bring more passion to our lips, but we do. I want to devour her. My tongue feels like it’s wiggling around in liquid fire as we kiss.
I want to reach down inside her robe but am afraid that she will stop me and end the enchantment. But I can’t stop myself from sliding my hand into the opening of her robe and touching her belly button.
Instead of protesting she sighs loudly, “Yes.” She wants me to take her, but I don’t know if she knows what’s at stake. This isn’t by chance. Somewhere in the midst of it, we’ve been set-up, but I can’t resist her, not anymore. Especially, knowing that this is our last night together. I let my fingers move down her flat stomach. I feel a surge of excitement when my fingers touch her pussy hair. God, she is an old-fashion cowgirl. I touch the mound around her pussy. My cock throbs wildly!
Olivia moans as my index finger locates her pussy lips. They are tight as I push my index finger inside her. The moan that escapes her causes my cock to bob up and down.
The tip of my finger touches her clit. Olivia’s entire body shudders. Suddenly, her big breasts are pressing against my shirt.
I start pumping my finger back and forth inside her moist, hot pussy as Olivia moans softly in her throat while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
I pull back from our embrace, this is wrong, she deserves better. She’s innocent isn’t she. That’s why I’ve been holding back. Not only because granddad’s been pushing us together, but because I know that she’s a virgin.
“You’re a virgin, right?”
“Yes,” she purrs as she wants me to take her once again.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I say even though my cock is bouncing up and down wildly.
“I want you, Isaac,” she says as she pulls her robe apart and steps out of it.
The sight of her naked as she drops her robe to the floor flips on every sexual switch in my body that I can’t resist the temptation. I slowly take off my shirt, peeling away at it. Waiting to change my mind any moment, but I can’t as I unbuckle my belt and my pants drop to the ground. Her eyes grow larger as she sees my long fat cock jerking up and down. Without a word, I lift her into my arms and take her into my bedroom. I kiss her softly on her full perfect lips before lying her on her back.
I have only eyes for her breasts and red haired crotch as I climb on top of her. I start to kiss her lips but my mouth diverts to her right nipple. I take it in my mouth and run my tongue over it.
“Isaac, oh, Isaac,” she calls my name. My name’s rolling off her tongue is one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
With my mouth clamped over her nipple I reach down and guide the head of my cock to the tight lips of her young, unsullied pussy. I press the head against the quivering lips guarding the entrance to her pleasure hole. They block my entrance. I press down harder.
Olivia moans as she tosses her head from side to side.
The big head of my cock pries open the lips of her pussy slowly, gently. I get my first taste of the hot moist flesh that her tight lips are reluctantly giving me access to.
I cry out with my mouth still enclosed around her nipple as the head of my cock enters her hot flesh. I try to be gentle, but my cock has tasted the pleasure between her legs and wants more. I hunch my hips downward. My cock head spears into her pussy smashing through her hymen.
Olivia cries out as I drive my cock as deeper inside her pussy.
“Shit, does it hurt?”
She whimpers, “You’re so big.”
I pull my cock out of her completely thinking that I must be hurting her and then I start to rub the head against her entrance and slowly enter her. She starts to hold on to me. She’s no longer crying out of pain, but only pleasure as I hold her hands and we’re on her bed. I’m rocking into her as her wetness eases me into her sweet innocent pussy.
I start to change into powerful strokes as I can’t hold back my frustration any longer. “Yes!” she screams out as I know that her first orgasm’s starting to rip through her. She’s crying out as if her life depends on it.
I shift an angle to penetrate her deeper and bring her closer to the edge, but I have no intention of stopping. Not until every I milk every drop of her climax over and over again.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” I blurt out as I start to pick up the pace. I grunt as I’m completely inside of her. There’s no holding back as I fill her up completely.
I should have used a condom, but I couldn’t resist her. She was butt naked in front of me, fucking begging me to take her. She handed her virginity to me on a fucking plate.
I start to tremble as if the animal inside of me has been set free. My strokes are no longer powerful, but quick thrusts as I can see that any minute I’ll be joining her as my body takes on a mind of its own.
“Fuck, I’m coming!”
I blurt out as her breasts rub against my chest. There’s a flash of heat that feels as if the whole fucking bedroom’s about to come apart as the bed bangs furiously against the wall. I can’t remember the last time I had sex. It’s been a while, my cock’s been practically dead with the amount that I’ve been drinking lately. Yet, it’s alive whenever Olivia’s near me.
It seems to go on a lot longer than I thought it would as I keep thrusting into her and her cries have turned into screams of pleasure.
That’s when I hear a rumble in my chest and my body stiffens, I slam into her so hard as my come spills inside of her. It fucking jerks so many times wanting her to milk every last piece of my come.
I know that I should have been careful, I should have taken precaution, but I didn’t and as I stiffen and my cock keeps jerking I know that I’ve crossed the line. The one that I’ve fought so hard not to do.
Finally, it comes to an end and I move to the side of her. I leave her naked body next to mine and I laugh, “God, that was good. I haven’t done that in so long.”
I’m out of breath and trying to get my thoughts together, should I go to my room or just lie next to her. I haven’t done that with anyone, not since Dede died, the idea of it all makes me feel as if I’m cheating on her. I would never do that to the one woman that I’ve loved, but as I look at Olivia and see her innocence. She’s smiling as if all her dreams have come true.
She wanted this, but before I was suspicious thinking that she knew granddad’s plan. She gently kisses me on the lips and says, “I’m so glad that I saved my virginity for someone special. I thought it would hurt, but I just feel alive now.”
No one put her up to this, she’s attracted to me in a big way. I don’t know what to do, because I know that the last few days have been a reflection of the old me. The one that fell in love with Dede, but then that’s not the real me. The only one that exists is the one that broke her heart.
Chapter 10
Olivia
I’m woken up by something soft and moist touching my back. Isaac’s lips, he’s wakening me up with kisses. I wait wanting to feel more kisses before I give in to his lustful desires. My wait is rewarded as his lips tattoo my shoulders and then lower back with moist spots as they move toward my butt. I wait, wanting to see how far downward he will plants his warm moist kisses. He doesn’t stop. At the last moment, I turn around so that his face is even with my crotch.
“Naughty, naughty,” I say as I grab his hair and pull his face toward my patch of red pubic hair. Shoot! I should have shaved, but I never expected things to work out like this. I thought that Isaac wasn’t into me, but last night he proved me wrong. I expect him to refuse as he glances up into my eyes. He doesn’t. Suddenly. his tongue is wiggling between the tight lips of my pussy.
I call out in unexpected pleasure. Suddenly I’m wild with lust as though I am alone. My inhibitions dissolve. I grab both my nipples and start twisting them as I hunch his face.
Yet as good as his warm moist tongue is, my memories of his big cock surface and I reach down and lift his head. I pull on his shoulders. Isaac follows my directing. But his lips don’t make it to mine. They brush my finger and thumb from my left nipple. He opens his mouth to my throbbing nipple. I expect him to suck it. Instead he bits down on the tip.
God, it hurts but feel good at the same time. I don’t try to stop him. His teeth are against my sensitive nipple have me hunching. Isaac takes this moment to guide his rock-hard cock to my crotch. I can feel the head of it throbbing.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, Isaac,” I cry out crazy for his big cock inside me again where it belongs.
Isaac isn’t gentle, not like he was last night. He spears the head of his cock into me. It’s as if he’s claiming me. I want him so badly, I want to be his.
I hunch back even if it sends his big pulsing cock so deep into me that it hurts. I’m out of my mind with lust. Pleasure is flooding my mind from both my nipples and my pussy. I can’t believe that I was so confident last night. I went into the living room, wanting him to take me. He hesitated at first, but then he knew that this is what I want, and moreover this is exactly what he needs. Me. I was hoping that he felt the same way about me as I did him.
“Isaac,” I chant his name. Suddenly I feel an electric current racing though my body. I’m having an orgasm. My God, I’m having an orgasm My body starts jerking like I’m having an epileptic fit.
“I’m coming!”
I don’t want it to end, but as he starts to pump me harder, I know that he’s going to come too. Damn! It’s only been one night, but yet I can’t get enough of him already.
“Wow! You’re something else.”
I just lie there looking up at him as he gets out of bed. Then he breaks away, the same thing that he does whenever we have a moment together.
“Get showered and then we’ll head to the ranch.”
“Together?”
Because part of me feels as if he’s sending me away.
He kisses me on the forehead like a child, “Yes, together.”
“Neil, will be so happy. You know he’s like a father to me and I really want this to work.”
“What to work?”
He asks suspiciously as he raises an eyebrow.
“You and him to reunite as you did before.”
“Oh, yes….now go and get ready so that we can be on our way.”
I climb out of bed slowly wondering if he’ll join me in the shower. He’s watching me and I wiggle my butt. An open invitation for us both to come inside.
“Do you want me to join you?”
I smile, “What do you think Isaac?”
I put on the shower and then wait patiently for him to enter. He doesn’t at first and then I feel a wave of disappointment as a cloud of steam has engulfs inside the shower. I slowly walk in and then I see movement behind the glass of the shower stall, but only a hand then a face. I can’t see Isaac’s entire body. I don’t hesitate as I slide open the door and a cloud of steam escapes the shower.
I smile as I see him coming inside, then moving by touch, I kneel beside Isaac just outside the strong spray of the shower and grab his hips.
“Olivia? What are you doing?”
I don’t answer with words. I wait until his crotch is facing me and then open my mouth and take in the head of his limp cock.
“You don’t have to do that.”
I ignore him as I start sucking on the head of his cock. Isaac tries to pull back, but I have both hands on his hips and hang on as I continue to suck.
“Fuck, you can rise the dead,” Isaac calls out a moment later when his cock is so thick that I can no longer fit the entire head into my mouth. He reaches down and lifts me to my feet. “Why you little sex maniac!”
“You created me Dr. Frankenstein! Now take care of your little monster and give me what I need, you want this as much as I do. Stop trying to deny it!”
Isaac laughs as he reached down and grabs the shaft of his cock and guides its big head to my leaking pussy.
“One for the road,” he whispers in my ear as he sends his now fully erect cock into me.
I gasp. Damn it’s so big. I don’t think I will ever really get used to the size. At least I hope I don’t.
He starts to pump my pussy back and forth. We kiss as water runs off our heads. I can easily imagine we are having sex under a water fall in a steamy jungle.
“Yes, yes,” Isaac is chanting like some long-ago savage fucking his mate.
“Don’t stop!” I shout suddenly feeling his body suddenly tensing.
“Too late!” he shouts as he grabs me and pulls me to him.
I suddenly have my climax again and I slump down. Isaac quickly grabs me so that I don’t fall down. Then he whispers in my ear, “You wanted this, you know that you don’t have to do it. There’s nothing saying that we have to have fuck.”
I’m disappointed by his words, because I thought that he wanted this as much as I did, but he used the word fuck and not making love. I thought that’s what we were doing, connecting sexually. But maybe I read the signals wrong yet again. He’s an experienced man and I may be twenty, but I haven’t had any life experience not like him.
“I just want to go to bed. I’m tired now.”
I don’t want to be in the car for the long journey with him. Not like this, if all he thinks we’re doing is having sex.
He laughs, “You can sleep in the car, besides Granddad’s waiting for us and I thought you wanted breakfast?”
I nod, and then head out of the shower. He does the same whistling as he leaves the room. I dry my hair and put on my limited closet. I decide on the summer dress that he bought for me yesterday. I don’t feel like wearing jeans and the other dress is too much to wear to the ranch. It’s a yellow flowery dress. Something that I wouldn’t wear, but then again all I have in my closet in the cottage are jeans too.
He smiles as I come out of the bedroom, “You fix up pretty good when you want to.”
“Thanks,” then I grab my purse and say, “Should we go then.”
“Sure, first breakfast and then we’ll head to the ranch.”
I shake my head, “I don’t feel like breakfast anymore.”
All of a sudden I’ve lost my appetite.
“Okay we can pick up a coffee to go and some croissants. Granddad loves their croissants and if you’re a good girl then maybe I’ll buy some extra for you.”
There he goes again, treating me like a child. I shrug, “I’m not a child. If I want some then I can get some.”
“What happened to you?” he asks as he takes my arm.
“Nothing, it’s just that you said that we were fucking earlier and it kind of got to me.”
“Oh.”
“Look I get it. You’re older and this is nothing to you…”
Before I can even finish what I’m saying he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I melt as usual as this time he’s not being forceful, but rather gentle, slowly looping his tongue inside of mine as if he’s trying to make a statement.
“Sorry, I can be an insensitive prick at times. Let’s go. I’ll get you the croissants and you look hot in that dress by the way. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”
I think that’s his way of apologizing and I shouldn’t let him get away with it so easily, but I can’t help it. Because I know that it’s not only the croissants that I’m falling in love with, but him too.
***
I can feel Isaac glowing in the seat beside me as he drives Neil’s car back to the ranch. Half way there I reach my hand and place it on top of his, he knew that I needed a coffee once we sat down and had one with a couple of croissants my mood changed, as I thought about the last few days and wished that they didn’t need to come to an end. He glances at me and smiles. The touch of his warm hand against the palm of my hand excites me.
I can’t get enough of him. It’s as if he’s broken through a wall around my heart, releasing all the emotions I’ve held in reserve. I find myself thinking how lucky I am to have met him. At first I had my doubts about him, but I’m glad that I gave him a second chance.
As Isaac pulls onto the driveway, I see Neil standing on the porch alerted to our arrival by the sounds the tires makes on the gravel. He’s smiling from ear-to-ear like a cat that ate the canary when Isaac opens my door and I step out.
“Did you enjoy yourself in Houston?” Neil asks as I climb the steps to the porch.
Isaac steps in as he wraps his arm around me, “We both had a great time touring Houston.”
I can’t believe that he’s being so open about us. It makes me feel silly for being paranoid, when he said that we were just fucking earlier. God, I want this man to never leave the ranch.
“Great!” Neil says. He glances at me. “I’ve been trying to get Olivia to visit the city for a long time.”
“I just waited for the right time,” I tell Neil before I give him a hug. “I missed you, Neil.”
“And I you. I’m tired of opening cans or eating at the Brass Rail. I’m addicted to your home cooking.”
I laugh, “So you wanted me to come back so that I could cook for you?”
He winks, “Apart from roast chicken, I can’t do much else. I’m kind of hopeless.”
I know that it’s not only my cooking he misses, our occasional game of chess and our discussions about Agatha Christie too. Once in a while we sit in the library and pick a book. Then we discuss the parts that we loved the most and the other parts we hated.
“Okay, it’s nearly time for lunch. Let me check on Autumn and then I’ll whip you both up something. Okay?”
Neil nods and then I kiss Isaac on the cheek, “Take your time. I’ll catch up with Granddad.”
I can feel their eyes on me as I walk away. Isaac adjusts his pants and I’m sure that it’s this dress. I’ll definitely wear it again, because I know that he likes it so much.
I smell the horses and hay as I run across the grass. I suddenly feel like a cowgirl again as I enter the barn. The adventure in Houston seem like a fairy tale that happens only once in a person’s live. But I know that not true because I brought back my Prince Charming.
Chapter 11
Isaac
Damn! Olivia sure knows how to cook. Last night she came into the kitchen and whipped us up a spaghetti carbonara in no time. She really does love Italian food, she wasn’t kidding about that and I decided while we were eating and she was telling Neil about our adventures in the city that I must take her there. She’s never even been on a plane, which I find a little crazy, but she’s never had the money to just travel.
I haven’t had biscuits as good as hers since grandmother’s, I admit to myself as I watch Olivia take a platter full of biscuits out of the oven and place them on the table just as granddad walks in to join us.
“Morning,” he says cheerfully, for someone’s that dying he looks good. Even better than I do. But then again it’s been nearly a week since I’ve had anything to drink. The first few days were hard, but now I haven’t even thought about it. I managed to go to restaurants order wine for Olivia and just have a little, and the second time none at all.
“Feeling okay today, Neil,” Olivia asks. I can see she immediately regrets the question since it probably isn’t something you asked a person with a terminal illness.
“Right as rain,” he says and winks.
“You look a little pale, Neil. Have you been taking all your meds?” Olivia asks as she sets plates of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on the table.
“Yes, I’m fine thanks, Olivia.” He turns to glance at me as I reach for the eggs. “We need to move some cattle to the back pasture. Can you help old Dan herd drive them down the Old Fork road?”
“Sure, I haven don’t that cattle for a long spell, but I’ll give it a try. Of course I’ll have to check with Mrs. Roberts and see if there are any emergencies brewing at the office first,” Olivia says as she sits down to eat.
“Can, I help?” I ask, because if she goes out all day as much as I love granddad I’ll rather spend my time with her. Seeing as we’re getting to know each other and I want to tell her about Dede. I just want to get it all of my chest. The truth, for once in my life. Whenever we’re alone, I just want to take her. At least out there while we’re working we can talk when we have a break and then she’ll know the demons that really turned me to drink. The real reason that I lost my way.
Olivia’s lost in her thoughts, “Autumn’s a good cutting horse and maybe if she’s out there working again then she won’t feel so down.”
“Sure of course,” Neil says beaming his ear to ear smile. “If that’s alright for Isaac to go with you too?”
I smile as there’s no one I would go driving cattle with than Olivia, the beautiful red head that doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.
“Think you’re up to it, Cowgirl?” I tease her.
Olivia raises her eyebrows. “When’s the last time you were in the saddle all day, Isaac?”
“Point taken. My butt has been glued to the office chair for a while and when I tried riding last week after an hour, I was getting tired.”
Granddad says, “Well there’s only one way to find out!”
“Granddad you’re right. Saddle me up and I’ll be there all day with you.”
She winks, “You’ve got a deal!”
***
After breakfast as we walk to the barn to saddle the horses, I can’t help but say, “I wish we were sleeping in the same bed. I don’t like you being in the guest cottage.”
“Sex friend.”
“Me, how can you even say that? Yesterday you were the one that wanted me in the shower.”
“Yes, I was an innocent cowgirl before you came along and branded me,” Olivia’s battering her eyelashes as if to say that she’s innocent.
“Really, you really think that?”
We’re both smiling at each other, playing and teasing, it’s kind of funny that she thinks that I’m the one that’s been after her. When I’ve wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.
Olivia raises her chin, “Yes, I was respectable before I met you.”
Suddenly, we are both laughing so hard that tears are running down our cheeks.
“I can see getting any work done today with you around is going to be hard,” I say wiping my eyes as we enter the barn.
“Yeah, well you better hold up your end of the drive. I have my doubts you can cowboy up for this one.”
I shake my head. “Cowgirl, you just haven’t seen me and Buckskin working cows. You just hold your hat while you watch, or we will blow it away,” I joke. Then I get a serious. “Be careful, Olivia. With a herd as big as the one we’re moving today anything can happen.”
“Yeah, same goes to you,” she says as she splits off and heads for Autumn’s stall while I go to greet Buckskin.
Minutes later we ride out to join Granddad’s hired hand who seems almost his age. However, I quickly find that Dan and his horse Smokey still have the moves. Of course, he has old Shep nipping at the cows heels helping out. We’ll be driving the cattle down a gravel road with fences on each side, I realize that Dan can probably move the cattle without our help. Maybe it would be a little difficult, but I’m sure that he could do it alone.
Damn is granddad manipulating me again?
Yet, this time I don’t mind. Sure, the work’s dusty, and I’m not used to being in the saddle all day. But, Olivia’s riding at the tail end of the herd with me and I hate to admit that as we get started, I’m enjoying myself.
The herd kicks up such a thick cloud of dust that it’s hard to see their feet in front of our faces. I know this is granddad’s way of getting back at me for not wanting to stay on the ranch and let men better qualified than me run the company. I just regret that Olivia must endure the dust too. But her being here beside me helps me accept riding drag like a new cowboy.
Although Olivia’s Autumn isn’t a cutting horse up to Buckskin’s standards, she’s pretty good. Olivia looks sexy with her boobs bouncing up and down as she rides back and forth hitting her lariat against her saddle. Several times I get a fucking hard on just watching her.
Finally, Dan closes to gate to the South pasture.
“You haven’t lost it yet, Mr. Isaac. You’re a little bit rusty, but you and the horse of yours still got the moves.”
Praise coming from a man that has won more than one calf roping contest made me smile all the way back to the barn.
“I guess we’re finished, right, Dan?” I say smiling at the old, wrinkle-faced cowboy.
Dan shakes his head.
“There’s more?” I ask thinking that I misjudged the situation. I thought that was it, more likely I hoped that was the end of it.
Dan glances at Olivia. “You want to tell him?”
I look at Olivia. “Tell me what?”
“Whenever we put cattle in a new pasture, we’ve got to ride the fence to make sure the barbwire isn’t broken.”
“I guess I forgot about that,” I reply. I glance at the fence that runs across the flat land until it’s lost in the distance horizon. “It’s a huge pasture,” I add with a sigh.
“Roger, that,” Dan says as he tips his hat and rides off to the right, following the fence line.
“That leaves us the left side,” Olivia says.
I know she’s hiding a smile taking pleasure out my discomfort. Still, I can’t get upset at her. At least she’s here rather than I’m just being stuck out here with Dan.
“Time to cowboy up,” Olivia says as she rides off following the fence line.
“I’ll cowboy you up for sure when we get back to the barn!” I say as I ride after her.
“Yeah, promises, promises! That’s all city slickers are good for.”
“When we get home, I’m going to make you sorry for calling me a city slicker,” I say as I catch up with her.
We ride side by side for what feels like an hour but is probably a forth that long when Olivia pulls Autumn to a full stop.
“What?”
She nods her head toward the fence row. “It’s a good thing we have the rule about riding the line after changing a herd to a new pasture. There’s a break in the wire just ahead.”
“Damn, you have good eyes.”
“Come on let’s fix it.”
“Uh . . . I forgot to bring the wire stretcher. I didn’t know we were going to be riding the fence line.”
“Don’t worry; it’ll be okay,” Olivia says reaching back and pulling a pair of fence stretchers out of Autumn’s saddle bag. She waves them at me.
“Yeah, you are a barrel of laughs,” I say shaking my head.
“A cowboy is always prepared . . .”
“Don’t start with me, Olivia, or I’ll rub your pretty little nose in a cow patty. And then we can call you Cow Patty, the cowgirl,” I say and start laughing so hard I almost fall out of the saddle.
“God, I wish you would fall off your horse so I can get a shot of it with my cell phone. It would look good on a Facebook page . . . CEO trying to cowboy.”
“What say we call a truce and fix the fence.”
I ignore her as she tries to bribe me about posting it on Facebook. Not that I care, it’s not as if I go on there that much.
“Yeah, spoken like a wise CEO,” Olivia says as she climbs off Autumn.
As I put on my gloves, I glance up at the sun that is threatening to suck all the moisture out of my body. “Suddenly, I remember why I moved to Houston,” I’m wiping my forehead with the back of my arm.
The sun’s pouring down on my face and burning me. I should have put sun lotion on before I came out here, because I burn easily.
“Why because you’re not a good cowboy?”
She raises and eyebrow and I know that she’s really pushing me to the limit.
“No, because…”
I can’t even think of a comeback. She’s got me there, I’ll make her pay for it much later, when I spend the night with her in the cottage or maybe before that, when we get back to the barn.
Chapter 12
Olivia
I smile to myself when we finally meet up with Dan. Isaac’s trying to put on a good show, but I know his butt must be hurting something awful. Not once has he complained.
“How did it go? Find any breaks in the fence?” Dan asks as he approaches Isaac.
“Yeah, two. We fixed them. And you?”
“None,” Dan says as he rides past us. “Time to head back to the ranch,” he calls over his shoulder.
Isaac looks over at me. “Do you think he knew the breaks in the fence were on the left side?”
I manage only to smile instead of laughing. “Have you ever known a cowboy to do work when he can get someone else to do it?”
“Damn him. I bet he stopped in the shade of a cottonwood tree and took a nap.”
I didn’t respond. It was what I would have done when I wanted to make a new hand work a little extra.
“That’s all right, I’ll get him back,” Isaac says as he kicks Buckskin in the sides and rides after Dan. “What goes around comes around, Dan,” he calls out.
Dan lifts his hand to show he’s heard and I can see a crafty smile on his face.
“Hey,” Isaac says as I catch up with him. “Have I told you yet today that you’re sexy?”
“No, you’ve been too busy,” I laugh as I think about the way that Dan conned us both to do his job. I suspected it at first, but I didn’t mind doing it because it meant spending more time with Isaac.
“Well, too busy to tell you, but always thinking it. The thought flashes through my mind every time I see those tits bouncing up and down as we chase a stray.”
“I’ll wear a bra next time,” I say and stick my tongue out at Isaac.
“Fuck! No bra. You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
“And no panties either? Shit, I want to take you to the barn right now!”
Dan turns around, glances at Isaac, and shakes his head. “Too much sun.”
That’s when we both stop talking; we’ve got company. I smile feeling embarrassed that I said those things and Dan must have heard us. I can’t remember having so much fun doing ranch chores. It makes a big difference having Isaac here on the ranch. I know that without him I’ll be doing this alone. Even Dan keeps his distance from me most of the time. Probably worried that everyone would think that I have a thing for older men.
“I think I’ll soak in a warm bath tonight,” Isaac says when we get in sight of the ranch. “Not a shower and not alone.”
I’m thinking the same thing but with him in the shower with me, but I don’t bother to tell him my version. He seems horny enough without my fanning the fire.
“Is that an open invitation?”
Isaac laughs, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“See you on the flip side,” I say as I split off and lead Autumn to her stall because now I don’t want to wait. I only want to see.
“Not if I see you first,” he calls out.
I can’t take my mind off Isaac as I feed and water Autumn. I keep remembering the hot sex we had in his apartment the first night. And then the steamy double dipping the next morning, especially when I followed him into the shower.
God, I’m wet between the legs thinking of him.
I was just finishing up brushing out Autumn’s tail when Isaac suddenly appeared in the door
”I hope you didn’t short change Buckskin,” I say glancing up at him leaning against the frame of the door, half in and half out.
“I didn’t, and I don’t want to short-change you either,” he says as he walks into Autumn’s stall, smiling. I can see the bulge in the crotch of his jean is bigger than it should be. He grabs my shoulder and turns me around to face him. I start to say something witty, but he leans forward and covers my mouth with his. Our tongue meet with electrifying results.
We both begin stripping as we continue to kiss. The sight of his huge semi-hard cock really start my wetness starts growing in between my legs. I flinch when Autumn turns her head and looks at me with her big brown eyes as though I’m doing something I shouldn’t be doing and she likes it.
“Don’t mind Autumn, she understands mother nature,” Isaac says seeing me staring back at her.
“What if your Neil comes out to check on us?” I say glancing nervously from Autumn to the door of the stall.
“No, he’s probably sitting in front of the television watching In the Heat of the Night like every other senior in the state of Texas is doing about now,” Isaac says, knowing that Neil would never be caught dead looking at afternoon television shows.
I shake my head and roll my eyes, that is until his lips touch my left nipple. I moan as he sucks on it like a newborn baby.
“Bite it gently like you did in your apartment,” I tell Isaac in a breathy voice as he kicks my motor into high gear.
Isaac clamps his teeth onto my nipple
I scream so loud I fear Neil might rush out to investigate. I’m at that point of no return. Come hell or high water; I want Isaac to finish what he started.
As Isaac sucks and nibbles, I feel him reaching down between my legs to slide his fingers into my moist pussy. I am no longer a virgin, but I am still virgin tight. I go wild the moment his finger finds my clit. He pinches it, and I cry out again as I start hunching his fingers like a bitch in heat. But I’m so deep in lust that I don’t feel any shame. I’m leaking. His finger is getting slippery with each stroke.
Isaac knows this too as he suddenly kneels in front of me. I glance down in time to see him press his face against my crotch. A loud gasp escapes my lips as he pushed his warm tongue into my pussy. I almost faint when his tongue touches my clit so powerful are the little electric shocks that radiate pleasure, no longer pain.
“Isaac””
I’m so out of my mind I don’t know what I am doing. He starts sucking on me, and I’m almost overpowered with ecstasy. I grab Isaac’s head and hold it in place as I hunch my pussy against his face. I don’t know how he can possibly keep his tongue inside me with my hips gyrating. He keeps tonguing me. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure that I’m ready to push him away.
He kisses me, and all I can think about is him fucking me. When he breaks our embrace, I think this is it. Instead he puts his hands on my shoulder and forces me down to my knees.
Seeing his huge throbbing cock, I stretch my mouth around the head, sucking it, but Isaac pulls me away. He wants me to take in more of his cock. I glance up into his eyes as I swallow more of his cock. He wants me to take it all, and I’m going to do it. He gave me pleasure, and now it’s my turn to give it back. I force myself to keep swallowing inch after inch. I suddenly can’t breathe, yet I don’t stop. Only when I feel his pubic hairs against my lips do I pull my head back.
“Damn!”
He moves his cock away and guides it towards my pussy. He has me so hot that I feel as if I’m going to melt away in a pool of pleasure.
The moment the head of his cock finds the lips of my pussy, he spears his massive erection into me. I gasp as it plunges to the depths of my pleasure hole. Then, as he fucks me with brutal strokes, I call his name repeatedly, like a broken record.
It doesn’t take long for me to come, as Isaac continues to pump his fat cock. I suddenly don’t know night from the day as I feel his come exploding inside me. I feel totally connected to Isaac as he kisses me before pulling out his now come-dripping cock. The one that I love to hold, suck and have deep inside of me.
“That was worth waiting for,” Isaac growls as we lie naked in the hay.
I turn to kiss him and purr, “You’re more than I could ever dream off in a man and more.”
He says nothing as he turns me to hold him. I wrap my arms around him, and I can feel his heart beat quicken. As if I said something wrong, I couldn’t have done, because he’s been after me all morning. Seducing me with his words. He can’t deny how he feels about me. Not after all this, not after right now.
Chapter 13
Isaac
Later on, I go into the house to clean up, and Olivia goes to the cottage, I could have stayed in the barn forever. But then I knew that if I did, with her in my arms, I would tell her the truth about Dede, and there were a time and place for everything and after I spent all morning talking about taking her in the barn. That just wasn’t the place to do it.
“Where are you going, Isaac? Olivia asks as I walk into the kitchen.
“To the barn to polish my saddle.”
“Wow, you are quite the cowboy now, keeping your leather polished as if you were going to ride in a rodeo.”
“Good, idea,” I say as I grab Olivia around the waist and plant a kiss on her neck.
“Don’t! Neil might walk in,” Olivia says pulling free.
“He’ll be happy that we’re getting on so well.”
“Maybe,” she hesitates for a minute. “But there’s a time and place for everything and when I’m getting cookies ready to go in the oven is not one of those times.”
“Which are you, Dale Evens or Autumn Crooker?”
“Neither. I’m Olivia! One of a kind,” she laughs, “But I don’t want him to think that I’m with you for you not what.”
I love the way that she’s so innocent and the idea of granddad seeing her as anything but innocent is something that I just need to accept.
“Besides where is he? I haven’t seen him since this morning. I hope that he’s okay?”
Olivia frowned. “It’s hard to tell. I don’t see much difference in him that last few months then when I first arrived. The thing is…I keep thinking his doctors might have overlooked something.”
“What do you mean?”
Because he hasn’t even told me what’s wrong with him. “Olivia maybe he’s told you what’s wrong with him. He tried but I shut him up, I couldn’t bear hearing about his illness. It was selfish of me, and I need to seek to help him. Especially if he only has a few weeks to live.”
She shakes her head, “I have no idea. I just know that I wouldn’t leave any stone unturned if I were in his shoes. We need to find out what’s wrong with him. So, that we can help him, Isaac. He’s like a father to me, Isaac.”
“I know, I know.” What else is there to say? I can’t stop him from dying if he’s terminal. Nobody can.”
I’m holding her in my arms trying to comfort her, but she’s sobbing and getting emotional. I decide that we need to get to the bottom of this illness and then try and figure out how to help him.
“Look, I’ll leave Autumn Crooker to her cookies and then when I get back we’ll figure what to do with Granddad. I’ll insist that we all go to see his doctor’s together or something? I’ll think of something. Okay?” I quickly give Olivia a peck on the cheek.
She winks at me and then says, “And then after that, I want a real kiss.”
“Frankenstein’s created a monster,” I say as I give Olivia a pat on her butt before running for the door.
“You better run, Cowboy, before I swat you with a cookie-dough spoon!”
I laugh as I walk across the lawn. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I was going to be this happy, I would have spit on their face. Damn how fast the world turns!
As I enter the tack room, I remember the first time I tried to polish a saddle. I must have been five. I put saddle soap all over my pony’s and then ran and got Granddad to look at it, but he just laughed so much that he started to cry. I remember looking for Grandma, knowing that she’ll make me feel better.
I shake my head thinking about all the memories. I was in a good mood and didn’t want to spoil it by drudging up things I didn’t want to think about. There’s no way that I’m going to let Granddad die, not if I can help it. I’ll work with the doctor’s and he’s going to be alright. I’m sure about it. As Olivia said, he hasn’t been sick, not since I’ve been here and she hasn’t noticed the change. Not like Grandma, she didn’t even have to tell her that she was dying. It was written all over her face.
Before I start on Buckskin’s saddle, I take a quick peek at the one that belongs to Autumn. It was spotless and as shiny as if it had just come out of the store. I’m putting the final polish on the silver trimming when I see movement and glance toward the door.
“There you are, Isaac,” Granddad says as he enters the tack room.
“You found me. There no hiding from you,” I say and smile.
“I just wanted to tell you how proud I am about what you’re doing. You’ve pitched in and done everything asked of you. And thanks to you and Olivia the ranch’s running smooth as silk again.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I should be thanking you for insisting that I come and spend three months on the ranch.”
“Well, what’s the verdict?”
I smile. “You mean you have to ask after seeing how we enjoy each other’s company,” I sound like a lovesick teenager and I don’t care for the first time in three years I feel alive again.
“She makes me feel alive as if I’ve been dead for the last two years. Shit, she’s everything that a man can want and more. But we’re still getting to know each other. You know it’s not as if I’m going to put a ring on her finger tomorrow or anything, but there’s a potentiality that I’ll do that in time.”
I want to put him in place, let him know that I’m happy to be with her, but I’m not going to run down the aisle with her because he says I need to do it now.
“Well, I’m going to keep my part of the bargain. If you marry Olivia, I’ll leave everything to you.” He pauses. “And I don’t have very long left. My health is declining rapidly. I don’t want to rush things between the two of you, but when do you think you ask her to marry you?”
“Never!”
Olivia blurts out as she’s standing in the door of the tack room. I glance in horror at granddad. His face is as pale as a full moon.
“I heard every word about your deal! How could you, Neil!” she cries out looking directly at Granddad. “I trusted you. Loved you like a father. And here you are trying to marry me off to Isaac as though I didn’t have a say in the matter. I feel so . . . so used.”
“Olivia, calm down. It’s not as bad as it sounds,” I say but when I see her flashing green eyes, I know my words are rolling off her like water off a duck’s back. “I fell in love with you. That’s all that matters.”
“Oh no, Isaac, it’s much more than that. It’s about trust. It about not being a pawn in some rich man’s chess game of life,” she says shaking her head “I feel violated! You two used me.”
She glances at Granddad. “Neil tell me one thing. Just how long have you been planning on forcing Isaac and I together? How long?”
“I knew you could make him snap out of the downward spiral he was in at the time,” Granddad says weakly, and then I realize what’s upsetting Olivia the most.
“How long?”
She demands, I didn’t think that there was an angry bone in her body. Now I can see that it exists, and it’s fucking frightening, but I don’t blame her. She’s been used, but I wonder like she does, how much.
“Two years,” he whispers.
“So when you helped me after my parents died, you had all this in mind.”
Granddad blurts out, “Yes.”
“How many other schemes did you try on Isaac to get him where you thought he should be?” she asks him as she stands in front of him. The tears are streaming down her eyes, and I wish that I could comfort her. Tell her that I knew nothing about this, but part of me is curious about how far he’ll go to help me.
“Olivia, lighten up on him. He’s just trying to help the two people he loves most. He wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to get us together if he didn’t love both of us. And he’s a sick man.”
“No!” Olivia says shaking her head. “I’m not going to lighten up. He should have been honest with me from the start and so should of you,” Olivia snaps, “Don’t be so naive Isaac, do you believe that he’s sick?”
Shit, I hadn’t even thought about that. Granddad wouldn’t stoop so low to make out that he’s dying just to get us together. I’ve seen nearly every family member die; he wouldn’t lie to me about dying.
“Don’t be silly; he wouldn’t lie about dying. Not after what I’ve been through. First my parents, then Dede. That’s when I melted and couldn’t get back up again.”
“Who the fuck is Dede?” Olivia says, and I know that she’s mad. She cusses not ever.
“She was Isaac’s fiancee, she reminds me of you in a way,” Granddad says as he’s trying to comfort Olivia, but with her arms folded he’s going to have to do a lot more than apologies.
“Isaac used to work twenty-four seven. He loved Dede, but that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted his attention. She had a heart condition,” Granddad pauses as he relives my painful past.
I nod my head confirming that it’s fine for him to tell Olivia the truth. The one that I’ve kept hidden from her and I should have just told her from the start.
“She stopped taking the pill. Hoping that if she was pregnant and we had a family that our two-year engagement would turn into a marriage,” I say as a tear escapes my eye.
“Did it work?”
I shake my head, “No, even worse she was told about the risks of getting pregnant. She was seven months when they rushed her to the hospital. I lost not only her but my baby boy at the same time.”
“And that’s when you started to drink?”
Olivia asks as if she’s trying to put all the pieces together.
“Yes.”
“The girl in the photo. The one on the wall in your apartment.”
I nod again, “Yes.”
Olivia sighs, “The one that you still love?”
I’m about to correct her and say that I never thought I could give my heart to another when Granddad says, “Olivia’s right. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Oh fucking hell!”
I’m so fucking mad I know that if I stay in the barn a minute longer, I’ll fucking blow. And he’s going to wish that he never confessed. That’s when I hear Olivia mumble, “The cookies are on the table,” she appears as if every emotion has been taken out of her. She starts to head to the cottage.
I throw down my polishing rag and walk out of the tack room, leaving Granddad alone with the saddles. As I cross the lawn, I see Olivia slowly heading toward the cottage. I want to run after her but don’t.
In a few minutes, everything had been turned upside down. I couldn’t put all the blame on the old man. I told myself. I was part of the conspiracy. Damn it, why couldn’t I have just played along with Granddad. Why did I have to fall in love with Olivia? Why, why!
I don’t have the answers, just the questions. Without thinking I take a cookie from the platter. I bite into it and shake my head. Damn it! I need to leave this fucking ranch. Before I do something that I’ll regret. I knew that I shouldn’t have fucking come back. This place has too many painful memories, and the old man’s just added another one to the list. He made me fall in love with the ranch hand, only to have to fall out of love with her all over again. There’s just one problem; I haven’t got a fucking clue how to do it.
Chapter 14
Olivia
It’s been a few days since I left the ranch. I had to get out of there. When I was in Houston with Isaac, I felt alive. I realized that there’s a whole world out here and I haven’t explored any of it. Luckily living on the ranch and being paid and having my meals paid for, meant that I was able to save. I managed to get a room, and I’m trying to find a job. There’s just one problem. Apart from my high school diploma I have no skills.
I need a job.
There’s just one problem - no one wants to hire anyone with ranch skills, not in the city. I knew that I would bump into Isaac sooner or later. I was walking past the coffee shop when I saw him.
“Olivia, I was hoping to see you again,” he smiles awkwardly.
I want to tell him that I’m busy and that I need to go. Out of all the coffee shops in Houston, why did I have to walk past this one?
“Come inside. Let’s talk?”
“No,” I blurt out. “I’m busy.”
“Well do you have a number I can call you on? I keep trying your old number, and it says out of service.”
I stand to feel as if he’s trying to put the blame on me.
“I got a new one because Neil kept calling me too.”
That’s the extent of people who call me. No one else is interested in speaking to me; it’s kind of sad.
“Do you have a new one? Maybe when you’re less busy, then we can meet up and have a coffee. On me. I’ll pay for your chai latte this time.”
He’s trying to be charming, and I hate it about him. The fact that he wants to meet up and talk to me. Didn’t he get his wish from our time together? Sex and money from Neil.
I shake my head and start to walk away, “Please Olivia. Let’s start again.”
I want to tell him, no, but then the moment I look up into his eyes I think that like the ranch I have no friends in the city. Realistically I have no skills either. Not for the type of jobs that the agency was talking about. Maybe one coffee and he can help, but then after that, I do not have anything to do with him or Neil ever again.
“Okay,” I say the number so fast hoping that he won’t catch them.
“Right, I’ll call you tonight and then we can figure out a time tomorrow.” He kisses me on the cheek, “I’m glad that you’re in the city.”
He walks away before I have time to respond to him. I forgot that he’s smart, of course, he managed to get all the digits. I wonder if part of me is in the city to be near to him when I should be as far away as possible from him and especially Neil.
***
All that time I was thinking that Neil was acting like my surrogate father and he was just using me. As for Isaac, I was just part of a business transaction. It’s as if they don’t believe in real people; they think that because they have money they can do whatever they want.
No!
Not with me. I may not have much, but one thing I do have is pride.
I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t come looking for him in Houston? Would I still be at the ranch taking care of Neil?
I glance at my cell phone. I see that it’s time to meet Isaac. I check the address for the tenth time. I don’t know why and it irritates me so much that I decided to meet him. I certainly didn’t have to agree to it, did I? It also irritates me that Isaac has chosen the same coffee shop where we met the day I drove to Houston. The day I faced the murderous traffic on I-10 and then meeting Isaac. I’d never imagined traffic could be so bad. Of course, the traffic probably wouldn’t bother most people, but I admit it, I’m just a country girl who’s never seen much of anything which is why Neil chose me as an easy target.
Okay, so I did have a great time talking to him at the coffee shop and an even better time at the Space Center. But that was then, that was before I learned the truth about Neil and Isaac’s little plan. There’s been a lot of muddy water under the bridge since that day.
I check myself out in the reflection of the window. Why am I even bothering? I know I can never again trust Isaac. And the same thing holds true for Neil, the man I’d thought was the most trustworthy person I’d ever met.
I’m not sure meeting Isaac at the coffee shop is going to change anything. He used me, end of story! I take a deep breath as I walk into the coffee shop. I look to the rear knowing that he’ll be at the same table that we set for the first time.