Colt

The sun on my face woke me, and I knew immediately that something wasn’t right. What was I doing outside?

Oh yeah, I thought as the memory of last night came rushing back.

I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know Meredith was still curled up next to me, her back pressed against my chest and my arm thrown protectively around her. I was still shirtless, having wrapped it around Meredith for warmth. I looked over the lines of her soft skin, barely covered in my shirt. Her hair was wild and splayed everywhere. I debated waking her with another rendition of last night.

I felt her begin to stir in my arms, but only long enough to turn over to face me. She was still fast asleep, giving me the chance to really look at her. Her auburn lashes lay long against the top of her cheeks, and I thought back to her crisp blue eyes that almost seemed exotic when matched to her skin tone. Most redheads I'd met had pale white skin and adorable freckles, but not Meredith. Her skin was almost golden cream, and there were only the faintest traces of light brown dotting the bridge of her nose.

She had always been in the “buddy’s baby sister” zone which meant even considering something like this with her was beyond off limits. After seeing her lying below me last night, her creamy skin rocking against mine, she would never be in that zone again. I should have felt something like guilt, but I couldn’t manage to find even a trace of it. In fact all I was pulling up was the need to taste her again.

I brushed to back side of my hand against her cheek again. What was she going to think when she woke up here in my arms?

You screwed up, cowboy, I thought, the anxiety welling up inside me. There was no way Meredith wasn’t going to regret this the moment she woke up. She did everything in her power to hightail it out of here last night, and then you went and seduced her.

If there was even a chance that she'd run away from me when she woke, I was going to savor every last second. I leaned closer and breathed in the scent of her hair, fully expecting some overwhelmingly girly fruit and flower combination. Instead, I was a little surprised by the earthy combination of rosemary and mint, a scent so perfect for someone like her. Meredith was the living embodiment of the country girl who grew up to be the cosmopolitan world traveler, and the confident scent suited her.

The last thing I wanted to do was wake her, but I couldn't resist one last feel of her soft skin. I ran the back of my hands, by far the less torn up and callused side, gently along her thigh, reliving the feeling of getting to touch every inch of her last night. She'd been so soft, her curves fitting precisely in my hands like they'd been made to go together.

I froze when Meredith shifted, then looked down at her upturned face. She barely opened her eyes, smiled, and whispered, “Huh, I could have sworn it was all a dream.”

“Dream? I’d have figured you'd think it was more like a nightmare?” I hinted quietly, I didn’t stop running my hand up and down her thigh though.

“The only nightmare is picturing how my hair must look,” she answered, laughing. “I don't wanna even think about how my makeup looks!”

“Honey, you’re as pretty as a sunrise.” I said, affecting a thick Texas drawl.

Meredith blushed slightly, biting her bottom lip. She nestled closer to my shoulder, so close I could feel her hair tickling my neck. I wrapped my arms around her more tightly, ignoring the way the metal chair frame dug into my side painfully. What was that old saying… something about a team of wild horses couldn’t drag me away?

“Whatcha thinking about?” she asked dreamily, already almost back to sleep. I couldn’t help but laugh as I whispered my reply.

“I was thinking about Bryant having me tarred and feathered, and wondering how long I’d have to get a head start when he finds out.”

Meredith laughed and slid her fingers up and down my torso.

“We are laying on your back porch wearing next to nothin’. I don’t think it’s a good time to mention my big brother,” she responded in the most Texan drawl I had heard from her thus far.

“Oh really? Then tell me, what would be romantic?” I asked as I slipped my hand up her thigh and gave her a little pinch on her behind.

She gave a little yip and batted me playfully.

“Well, I think I saw a shower big enough for two when I was taking pictures yesterday…” She looked up at me and smiled wickedly, and that was all the motivation I needed.

In one swift motion, using muscles that were more suited to throwing hay bales and roping cows, I pulled myself up and scooped her up off the chaise, throwing her over my shoulder. Meredith screamed in surprise before bursting out laughing, slapping my shoulders and squirming.

“Put me down! You sandbagger! Scoundrel! Villain!” she yelled, still trying to twist out of my arms. I held her tight and gave her a good slap on her backside.

She gave another yelp.

“Honey, this ain’t my first drive. I know how to get you where I want you.”

I walked all the way to the French door, with relatively less struggle and more giggles from the load over my shoulder.

“I feel like my ass is hanging out,” she said attempting to reach behind and pull my shirt down lower to cover her.

I gave her a soft kiss just below where I slapped, “Oh, darling it is. And it’s a pretty sight to behold.”

I pushed open both doors at the same time, making a very grand entrance into my own home. Just as I stepped in I heard a very different woman scream.

I immediately dropped Meredith to the grown and swung her behind me protectively.

“Oh shit,” Meredith muttered under her breath peaking around me.

I watched as Mrs. Claire turned and ran down the hallway. I couldn’t help but laugh some more, mostly out of nervousness.

Meredith’s cheeks turned a deep red and a look of horror crossed her face. “Crap, I thought you said there was no one around for miles! Who the hell was that you just flashed my bare ass to?”

“That was Mrs. Claire, my housekeeper. I’m sure she’ll be okay,” I replied, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the stairway.

“Really?” She cocked an eyebrow and gave me an “explain yourself” look.

“So this is a pretty common sight for your housekeeper? She is use to bare-ass cattle-wrangling?”

“No, can’t say that she is. But there’s a first time for everything. Besides, Mrs. Claire has already been subjected to a peek or two of me over the years. She’s pretty great at patching me up when a horse kicks me in the back or a roll of barbed wire goes slashing through my arm. Figure she was happy to see any ass that wasn’t mine.”

“Oh, so she is that kind of housekeeper? I hope I don’t step out of the shower to find a jealous housekeeper waiting for me with a butcher knife!”

“Nothing like that, I promise!” I answered, smiling down at her as we finally stepped through the bathroom door.

I swung Meredith around and hoisted her up on the bathroom counter. Taking the opportunity to step between her legs, I reached my hands around behind her back and gripping her backside. I kissed her, more slowly then last night, tightening a little when she fitted herself so perfectly against my chest.

It was almost painful to step away, but I moved over to the glass-walled shower and turned on the water. Almost instantly, steam began to speckle the glass. When I stepped back in front of Meredith, she looked over my shoulder at the foggy shower with an unreadable expression.

“What, the steam? That’s the solar hot water heater I told you about yesterday. It’s on the roof right above us, makes the water get hot almost instantly. It’s gonna feel great, I promise.”

I slipped the last of my clothes off and stood before her bare. I let her look up and down me. Already I was thick and hard for her. She bit her lip just how I liked it. Walking to her, she let me slip my shirt off of her, pooling around her hips.

I picked her up, guiding her legs around my waist and sliding my hands beneath her. She felt so weightless against my body. She nibbled and kissed my neck as we made our way to the shower giving me a rush of pleasure.

When the first splash of warm water hit us, it was like falling into a goose-down comforter. Meredith slid her legs down my wet skin until she was standing in front of me, her lips following until she had worked her way to my chest. I traced lines of watery rivulets down her back, holding her close as the water moved over and between us.

She yelped slightly, her mouth still pressed to my skin, when I pushed her back against the cold marble. I warmed her by covering her with my own body, holding her tight until she stopped shivering. I leaned down and kissed her, feeling the heat of her mouth against my own.

“I thought the whole point of a shower was to get clean,” Meredith purred, looking up at me through her lashes. “But suddenly, I’m feeling pretty dirty.”

“Is that so? Then you’ll just have to stay in here till I’ve got you good and cleaned up,” I answered, reaching behind her for the soap.

I lathered my hands and drew my fingertips down her back slowly, filling in the circles with the scent from the bubbles. She leaned against my chest, bowing her back under my touch, and then arching it instead when my hands came together in between us. She leaned back against the wall again, pushing her full breasts towards my eager hands.

“You’re absolutely a sight, did you know that?” I asked, my eyes glowing with hunger as I took in the look of her pink nipples between my slick fingers. “You’re so damn hot.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls, at least the ones who end up in the shower with you,” she teased, with a sexy drawl.

She moved her hands slowly up the tops of my thighs until they came to a stop, curling around my hard erection. It pulsed under her gentle touch, and I thought I might lose consciousness as she began to pump her fists up and down its length, gripping me tighter and tighter as she went.

Just when I thought there might not be a better way to start the day, she proved me wrong. Meredith dropped down in front of me, kissed the head of my cock slowly, and then sucked me into her hot mouth. I hissed between my teeth, throwing my arms out against the walls of the shower to brace myself. I was fighting against my own instincts to force myself deeper inside her mouth.

“God, that’s a good start to the day,” I got out in hungry breaths.

She laughed softly, which sent an unbelievable tingle all the way up my shaft, straight to my spine.

“And that’s only the beginning,” she paused long enough to say.

She took my full cock in her mouth, deep throating me in the most torturously wonderful way, drawing my orgasm to the very brink with the wild fluttering of her tongue along my shaft.

I made the mistake of looking down at her and was shocked to meet her eyes. She was watching me the whole time, taking in my reaction to what she was doing to me. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen in my entire life, and it took all I had not to force myself in deeper still.

She continued to pull at me with her gorgeous mouth, making my leg muscles tense. I couldn’t hold out much longer, but this wasn’t the way I intended to spend my morning with Meredith. I leaned down and pulled her to her feet, smiling in response to the flash of confusion on her face. She grinned wickedly as I turned her around and placed each of her hands on the shower wall.

“Are you going to brand me now?” she asked over her shoulder faking innocence. I nearly came right then and there at the sight of her biting her bottom lip. I held her against the wall with my own hands while I leaned back to get a full view of the water trickling through the tendrils of her hair and down her round ass.

“Oh, baby. Brand or no, you are all mine now.”

I pushed myself against her back, guiding myself between her open legs. The heat of her center wrapped around me, almost making the water feel cold in comparison. Meredith moaned softly, and the effect it had on me was unmistakable.

“God, you feel so good,” I breathed against her cheek.

Increasing my speed, I continued to push deeper till she began to whimper. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I kiss her open mouth. She met my tongue with hers, arching her back and exposing her breasts.

I reached forward and took her nipples between my fingers, twisting them harder and harder as she arched deeper into my thrust. She cried out, softly at first, then louder until her shouts filled the shower, echoing off the marble walls around us.

My hot juices mixed with hers as I made my own sounds of pleasure. I slowed my pace, drawing the last of her orgasm out of her until she was left weak and limp in my arms.

“What... took you so long?” I asked, fighting like mad to catch my breath.

“What do you mean?” she panted in return, her back still pressed against my chest, moving her hips against where I still connected inside of her.

“What took you so long to come back home?”