Wrangled (24 page)

“That’s okay, if you let me go if I ask you
to. Can you do that, Cody?” I knew that holding me to his bare chest in my thin
nightgown would be a trial for him. Cody was only twenty-two, for all he was a
businessman and had matured over the two years since I’d met him. I knew all
that, and yet I let him hold me, selfishly, so I could learn just how damaged I
was.

“I can do anything I need to, for you,” he
answered. Then he climbed into bed with me, rolled over on his side and pulled
me to him.

A thrill of fear went through me, and then
I smelled his scent and everything shifted. I remembered this; cheap soap and
clean man scent, the sweat of the barn showered off before dinner. And a unique
musk that was all Cody. He didn’t smell anything like Jason, whose smell was
equal parts expensive cologne and adrenaline. Cody’s scent meant comfort, and
love, and exciting, beautiful, hot sex. The urge I feared was gone forever
exploded into my chest like dynamite, followed closely by the joy of realizing that
I wasn’t ruined after all.

I snuggled closer to Cody, unwilling to
show him this complete about-face until I understood it myself and accepted it.
Feeling his erection against my lower belly, I stopped moving, almost stopped
breathing. “It’s okay, Annalee. We don’t have to do anything about it. You’re
safe with me, I promise,” Cody murmured. “Go to sleep.”

His voice sounded like he was almost
asleep, so I stayed still to let him drop off. But I wanted to think. I took a
mental checkup of my body and how it felt physically. My right shoulder was
still a little tender, but the doctor said it was healed for all intents and
purposes, and I could bear Tali’s weight on it, though not Al’s. The bruises
were gone, faded to nothing after a couple of weeks. The torn tissues in my
vagina had healed quickly, too. After six weeks, the only physical evidence of
my ordeal was the slight tenderness in that shoulder, and the shorter hair that
I’d never grow to full length again.

The emotional evidence was still cropping
up at the most awkward times. One of the hands was named Jason, and every time
someone said his name, I flinched. The poor boy was ready to change his name
now, since everyone made a fuss over me when it happened. It had somehow all
been wrapped up in Al’s accident, too, so I couldn’t see a snake or even a
picture of a snake without screaming and dodging. But what I’d feared the most,
that my sexuality was gone forever, had been suddenly and completely erased
with that first scent of Cody just a few minutes ago.

Happy now, I smiled and nuzzled into his
neck, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

Sometime later, Cody shifted, and I woke
up. He seemed restless, so I eased myself out of his arms, prepared to go
downstairs to sleep if he didn’t settle down. I couldn’t help but watch,
fascinated, as the undershorts he wore as his only bedclothes tented.
“Annalee,” he murmured.

“Yes, darling?” I answered. But he was
asleep.

“Annalee…beautiful. Want…love.” Cody was
talking in his sleep, and as I watched, his hand slipped into the waistband of
his shorts and brought out his erection. I drew my breath in sharply. I
remembered now, his large cock and how I’d loved to look at it, stroke it, even
take it into my mouth, before. His hand was stroking, but a quick look at his
face convinced me he really was sound asleep, and dreaming—of me!

“Fuck, thas goo’” he said. My body was
reacting in ways that amazed me. As I watched with my eyes half-closed, the
lust that filled me made me feel that the last five months had never happened.
My nipples were drawn into tight, tingling buds, and moisture was gathering at
my core. My mouth filled with saliva. Would he even know it if I moved over
him, replaced his hands with mine, or with my mouth? What if I had a flashback?
And yet, I doubted I would. I’d never felt these sensations when I was with
Jason, even when he insisted I suck him off. I was indifferent to that, but my
whole body wanted Cody in a way I hadn’t felt in months.

Gently, I took him in my hand when his was
at the top of its stroke. I used my fingertips to lightly stroke his sac,
eliciting a groan of pleasure. A glistening drop of pre-cum decorated the head
of his penis, and I remembered that one of my favorite things was to catch that
first drop on my tongue. My tongue flicked out to capture it, and before I
could think what I was doing, I took him with my lips and tongue. “Mmmmmm,”
came the soft sound that I couldn’t suppress. My eyes were closed, and I was in
a sort of ecstatic trance, remembering and enjoying, not thinking about now or
what had happened, but dwelling in the beautiful past.

I don’t know exactly when he woke up, but
after long minutes while I suckled him gently, a big hand came down to stroke
my hair. “Annalee.”

This time, I knew he was awake. I gave his
shaft one last swirl and strong suck, and let him come out of my mouth with an
audible pop. “Ummmmhmmm?” I said.

“Baby, are you awake?” he whispered.

“Ummmmhmmmm.”

“Oh, God,” he said then. He pulled me to
him and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my lips for entrance. My mouth fell
open to him and he plundered it as he had months ago. I wouldn’t have believed
it possible, but his erection swelled even more and became even harder as he
kissed me, his hand drifting to my breast. With a groan of pure desire, he rolled
me onto my back and attacked my breasts with his lips, tongue and teeth,
ravaging each one before moving to the other, and back again.

“Baby, is this okay?” he gasped, after
tearing himself from his assault. “God, I’ve never wanted anything like I want
you right now. But, if this is too much, tell me. I can take it.”

“Don’t stop, Cody,” I moaned. “I want you,
please.”

He didn’t argue, only went back to the
exquisite torture he was visiting on my breasts. When I thought I would explode
without his touch at my core, I bucked into him to signal I wanted his fingers
inside me and on my sensitive bud. Instead, he scooted down to lave me there
with his tongue, which did send me into powerful contractions centered at my
most sensitive spot and spreading outward. My empty vault clutched at nothing,
and then his fingers were there, absorbing the muscular contractions.

The orgasm went on and on, as if I had
stored up all that I should have experienced in Cody’s arms since he’d left me
for the rodeo and then let them loose at once. My cries of pleasure echoed in
the near-empty house. When at last I relaxed, Cody gathered me in his arms and
kissed me fiercely. “Baby, thank you.”

“Hey,” I said with the smile of utter
satisfaction, “I should be thanking you.”

“What happened to change your mind?” he
asked, nibbling on my earlobe. His erection brushed against my hand, and I seized
it and squeezed. His breath hitched.

“This happened. Cody, did you know you
masturbate in your sleep?” I asked him.

“What? Come on, Annalee, you can’t ask me
that,” he said, embarrassed I thought, as he flushed in the moonlight that
streamed from the uncurtained windows.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. You
said my name, and I thought you were awake, and then you just reached in and
freed this big ol’ thing and started in. It got me so hot I had to get in on
the action,” I said, trying for lightness to distract him from the real
issue—that I was apparently cured of my reluctance to be close.

“No way!” Cody exclaimed.

“Way!” I said, imitating the teenagers on
TV. “You looked so delicious, I just had to have a sip, and then it was all
over for me.”

“Well, it ain’t all over for me, in case
you didn’t notice,” he remarked.

“Oh, I noticed! But that’s not my fault,” I
teased. “You distracted me.”

“I’m gonna distract you over my knee in a
minute.” I instantly sobered, and so did Cody. It was going to take a while
before we could joke like that. He wilted immediately.

“Cody, baby, let’s just see if we remember
how to do this together,” I said.

“I’ve got no condoms,” he protested.

“That’s okay,” I said. I didn’t care, with
him. I’d have his babies, a whole bunch of them if he wanted. I bent to take
him in my mouth again, the fastest way to bring him to full hardness. When he
was there, he rolled on top and gently, with the tenderest care, entered me for
the most beautiful consummation of our love that we’d ever had. My first orgasm
exploded almost immediately, and then another minutes later.

“You’re cheating,” he whispered, as he
drove into me for his release.

Tears of joy streamed down my face as I
held him, still twitching, inside me and hugged his body to me. “I want it in
the wedding vows,” I said. “I get at least three orgasms for every one of
yours.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that. Hey, did
you just propose to me?”

“I guess I did,” I said, making an effort
to squeeze him with my internal muscles one more time.

“Yes!” he yelped. “I’ll marry you, but for
the love of God, stop that!”

There was only one reason to delay the
wedding, and that was because of Al’s hospital bill. We were pretty confident
that a jury would award me damages that would pay my own bill, in a civil trial
against Jason. But it was getting late in the year, and I needed to move over
to the little ranch before winter set in, and Cody wanted to go ahead and get
married.

Charity seconded the motion, since she
already had a wedding planned. So, just three months after I would have married
Jason, I married the love of my life instead. I should say
we
married
him, because my little flower girl Tali and ring bearer Al stood up with us and
when the justice of the peace asked if I took Cody to be my lawfully-wedded
husband, all three of us said, “I do.” Then we went home, to our own house on
our own ranch.

Two weeks later, Jason was sentenced on the
criminal charges. The judge who pronounced sentence gave a long explanation and
said he’d like to sentence Jason to the maximum fifty years for my rape, which
was one of the worst cases he said he’d ever seen. But then he said he was
concerned that because it was a first offense, the sentence would be modified
on appeal. So instead, he sentenced Jason to twenty years.

That just about sealed his fate for the
civil trial. There was no question of guilt; the jury just had to decide how
much to award me. I was hoping for and expecting an amount that would cover my
hospital bill. What I didn’t expect was a punitive damages award of one hundred
thousand dollars for pain and suffering. One of the jurors would tell me a long
time later that it would have been more, but they didn’t know how much his
house was worth.

It was more than enough to pay off Al’s
hospital bill, though, and leave us with enough money to fix up the house real
cute, with a nursery for the new brother or sister that Al and Tali would be
getting sometime next August.

I never thought life could be so good.

THE END

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