Indulgence (317 page)

She continued to laugh as she removed her clothes and left
them in a pile on the wood floor so they wouldn’t get the carpet dirty with the
mud. Too late. It seemed to be everywhere.

He followed her into the bathroom and began rubbing his hard
cock between her butt cheeks while she adjusted the temperature on the shower
until the water seemed warm enough. “Easy, big boy.”

“Hell no. I’m fuckin’ you in the shower against the tile
wall.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Let’s get the mud and crud out of my hair before we do the
nasty.”

“The nasty, huh?”

“Of course. Haven’t you heard the term before?”

He laughed. “Not put like that, I haven’t.” Her butt looked
delectable when she turned around to wash her face. He squeezed a cheek as a moan
escaped his mouth. What he wouldn’t give to bury his cock in between those hot
little cheeks.
Would she let him eventually? Interesting thought.

After she spun around to wash her hair, he grabbed the soap
to lather up her breasts.
Man, she has pretty tits, too.
“I love your
tits.”

“Breasts, Joel,” she said rising her hair while he enjoyed
himself with the soap. “Women don’t like them called tits. It’s vulgar.”

“What about this?” he asked, sliding his hand down between
her legs.

“Pussy is fine by me, but I don’t like cunt.”

“Fine. I want your pussy squeezing me.”

“I want that too.”

“Are you wet for me?”

“Fuck yes.” She moaned, tossing her head back as he worked
her pussy with his fingers.

Her hard little clit poked out for his touch. He wanted to
eat her until she creamed all over his face, but for now, he was going to fuck
her against the wall.

He twirled her around so he could wash himself real quick.
He wanted to get down to the good stuff in short order. She laughed when he
washed his hair and body in record time.

“Anxious are we?”

“Horny would be a better word for it,” he said, rinsing the
last of the soap from his chest. He leaned down and kissed her as he wrapped
her in his arms.
God, I love kissing her, touching her…loving her.
Where
the hell did that thought come from? I don’t love her. I can’t. She’s leaving
in a couple of days.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when he cut the kiss short.

Joel shook his head and leaned back down to kiss her again
as he whispered, “Nothin’.” He slid his tongue past her lips to tangle with
hers. With his fingers, he pinched her nipples into hard little points like he
knew she enjoyed. His little city girl liked a little pain with her sex. A soft
moan escaped her mouth around their kiss. He lifted her with both hands on her butt
cheeks until she wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed her against the
wall of the shower. “Give me everythin’, darlin’.”

“You have everything, Joel.”

I want your heart.

He nudged his cock against her opening and slowly slid as
deep as he could possibly get. “Aw, fuck.”

“Do it. Fuck me.”

He braced his feet wide apart so they didn’t slip in the
shower and fucked her until she screamed his name on a prayer.

His balls drew up against his groin and he knew he wouldn’t
last much longer. She needed to come again before he let go.

“Play with your clit.”

“What?” she asked in a panting whisper.

“Play with your clit. Make yourself come again.”

“But…”

“Do it now.”

She snaked her hand down between their joined bodies until
she reached her clit. With her head back against the shower stall, she
completely lost herself in the pleasure she built with her fingers while he
slowly guided his cock in and out.
God, she’s beautiful.
“Come for me,
darlin’.”

A high scream echoed off the stall doors when she climaxed
the second time, drawing his own from deep inside his body to explode inside
her with gushing spurts. His legs shook as he tried desperately to draw air
into his starving lungs.

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.” He slowly let her legs down
and helped her stand on her own two feet. “You’re fabulous.”

“You are pretty good yourself.”

They quickly washed the cum from their bodies before they
climbed out and dried off. “Do you want to stay here instead of going to your
place?”

“I can make you scream more at my place. No neighbors.”

“True. I’m not quite done with you yet, cowboy.”

“Good. I ain’t nearly done with you yet, city girl.”

They got dressed and then snuck down the stairs, listening
for any noise from the family to know whether they’d come back from the muddin’
party. She giggled like a child as they sprinted toward the door on tiptoes,
trying to be quiet even though he didn’t think anyone had come home yet.

He pulled the door open to come face to face with Jeff.

“Where the hell are you goin’?”

“Back to my place. Later, brother.”

Jeff just shook his head as they went around him laughing as
they took off running hand in hand toward his truck.

“We can’t take this, Joel. It’s full of mud on the seats.”

“Let’s take your car then.”

“Let’s just stay here.”

“Fine by me, babe. I just didn’t think you wanted everyone
in the house to know how loud you get when you come.”

“Let’s take my car.” She pulled the keys from her purse and
unlocked her car that sat two spots down from his truck.

It only took a few minutes for them to reach his cabin, get
inside and strip down to skin. He loved having her close.
There’s that word
again. I am not in love with Mesa.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, why?”

“You’re frowning as you look at me. It’s kind of hard on the
ego, you know.”

“Sorry. I just had a thought.”

“What?”

“It’s nothin’, really. I’m sad you’re leavin’ in a couple of
days.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Let’s not think about it right now. Okay? I wanna love you
all night long.”

“An all-nighter, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” He drew her down in front of the fireplace.

“Too bad it’s too warm for a fire. I’ve always wanted to
make love in front of a fire.”

He held up one finger. “Wait right there.” He walked to the
thermostat and cranked up the air conditioning. “Now, it’ll get cold in here so
we can have a fire.” The fireplace was gas logs so he just hit the switch and
ignited the thing. “How’s that?” he asked, snuggling down on the rug and
pulling her into the crook of his arm. Nothing like a willing female to
appreciate in front of a roaring fire.

“Perfect. Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to
me.”

“Me too. I love the way the firelight bounces color off your
skin.”

“My pale skin, you mean.”

“No.” He kissed her shoulder and run his tongue along the
curve until he reached her neck. “You have fabulous skin. All soft beneath my
tongue. I love your taste.”

“I didn’t realize I had a taste.”

“You do. Sweet with a little tang. It’s addicting.”

“Is it?”

“Yep.”

She turned around in his arms until she rose up on her knees
between his legs. “I like your taste, too.” Her tongue danced along his jaw
until she reached his ear. “I could fall in love with you so easily.”

He pushed her back and looked into her eyes. Sincerity and
insecurity shone bright in her gaze. Did she really mean what she said? Was she
in love with him? What about his feelings for her? Did he feel love for this
enigma of a woman who’d turned his life upside down since he found her on the
side of the road?

“Don’t freak, Joel. I just meant if we had more time.”

He exhaled on a rush.

“Make love to me.”

He pushed her back on the rug and kissed her from the tip of
her nose, over her shoulder, across her breasts, down her abdomen, settling
between her legs. “I’m gonna eat you until you cream for me.”

She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Her pussy glistened with her juices in the firelight as he
looked at all the pink flesh. She wasn’t a waxer, but she obviously kept it
well clipped. No stray hairs anywhere. Funny he hadn’t really noticed before.

“What are you doing?”

“Lookin’ my fill. You are so gorgeous, you take my breath
away.”

“It’s bit disconcerting to have a man between your legs just
so he can look.”

“We like to look.” He licked from pussy to clit in one long
stroke.

Her head fell back on the carpeted floor as she growled deep
in her throat.

He loved the way she tasted, too. He loved everything about
her.
God, I’m so screwed.

Not willing to give into the feelings surging through him at
the moment, he loved her until she came twice by his tongue and his fingers. He
moved up between her thighs. With one skillful snap of his hips, he buried his
cock so deep inside her, he knew he’d come home.

*****

Two days later Mesa stood at the side of her car as Joel
loaded her suitcases. Nina hugged her with tears in her eyes. “You know you can
come back anytime, honey. You’ll always be welcome.”

“Thanks, Nina, but I’m not sure I can.”

“He loves you, you know.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“He’s just bein’ stubborn. He’s a man after all.”

“I know, but I don’t think things would work out between us
even if I were here permanently. We’re too different.”

“Wait and see.”

“Everythin’ is in the trunk, Mesa.”

“Thanks, Joel.”

“I’ll leave you two to your goodbyes. You take care, honey.
Call and let us know you got home all right. I’ll worry until you do.”

Nina hugged her again. “Thank you for everything,” she
whispered in the older woman’s ear.

“You’re welcome.”

Joel stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets
until his mother walked back to the house. “Come ’ere.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she hugged him close to her
heart. She loved him. She knew she did, but she couldn’t give up her life in
Los Angeles to move to a small town in Texas and she couldn’t ask him to leave
the only life he knew to do what? He would be so out of place in Los Angeles,
it would be comical.

He moved back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Don’t
cry, darlin’.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” He glanced at his watch. “You
better get goin’ or you’ll miss your flight.”

She closed her eyes and sniffed, holding back the tears
without success. “Bye, Joel.”

“Bye, darlin’.”

“You’re being an asshole, Joel. Go fuckin’ get laid or
something!” Jonathan yelled as the two of them stood toe-to-toe in the barn.

He knew his brother was right. He’d been a total dick the
last few weeks, but he didn’t know what to do to fix it. “Fuck you.”

“Go find some chick to fuck and get it over with. Mesa left.
You didn’t stop her. It’s your own damn fault you let her get away and now
you’re miserable. You’re totally in love with her.”

“I’m not in love with her, damn it!”

“The hell you aren’t. Look at yourself. You barely eat, you
aren’t sleepin’, and I bet you haven’t been able to fuck another woman since
she left.”

“What difference does that make?”

“You couldn’t could you? You tried and you couldn’t get it
up.”

“Get the hell away from me before I kick your ass.”

“Try it!” Jonathan put up his fists and backed up. “I’m
waiting.”

“You aren’t worth the bruise on my knuckles.” He stomped
off, heading for the peace and quiet of the main lodge. Guests were few this
week, so he should be able to sulk in private. He hoped.

A few moments later, he stood by the window of the main
lodge looking out over the front of the house. He hadn’t talked to Mesa in a
month, not since she walked out of his life. Miserable would describe his state
of mind since she left. His life had come down to this, up at dawn, ride the
fences, help his brother break horses, feed the animals, and mope the evening
away with a bottle of beer and his television. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep
and certainly couldn’t even think about being with another woman. He’d tried
that. The weekend after she left, he’d gotten drunk at the bar in town, took
someone home and then couldn’t preform. The woman had left pissed.

“Son, why don’t you call her?”

“Because I can’t, Ma. She doesn’t love me.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“Why wouldn’t she say it then?” he asked, turning to face
her.

“She’s just as stubborn as you are.” Nina jammed her hands
on her hips to take up her I’m-the-mother-so-listen-to-what-I’m-telling-you
look. “Did you tell her you love her?”

“No.”

“Then why would she say it first? Why do you think it’s up
to her to tell you, but you couldn’t tell her?”

“I’m not in love with her, Ma.”

“You really believe that, son? You’ve been miserable since
she left. I’ve seen the way you mope around here like someone killed your dog.
Give it up. I don’t know if you think to convince me or yourself with that
statement, but it won’t work on me.” She hugged him and stepped back. “You love
her, Joel. It’s written all over your face. You were happy when she was here.
Go after her. Convince her you love her and bring her back home where she
belongs. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” She placed
her hand on his cheek. “I love you, son, but you’re drivin’ us all nuts with
this.”

*****

Four weeks. It had been four damned weeks since she left
Bandera and Joel. Mesa buried her faced in the pillow on her couch. She hadn’t
been able to eat, couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to do anything but dream of Joel
where he visited every night. She was miserable. “This is fuckin’ crazy!”

Her phone rang, but she didn’t feel like answering it. Every
time it rang the one person she wanted to talk to wasn’t there. She’d made sure
he had her phone number when she left, but so far, he hadn’t used it.
Obviously, he’d moved on without her. She needed to do the same. She just
couldn’t seem to breathe without thinking about him.