Hot Texas Flash, page 17
And that’s her.
Chapter 27
Flash
While Nash is in the shower, I scan through my cell to read those text again. I had figured it was a wrong number but after seeing Nash something clicked making me wonder.
Queenie: Get lost bitch…he’s mine
Flash: have no idea what you’re talking about
Queenie: He wants me.
Flash: you have wrong number
Queenie: don’t think so. Let go of him or you’ll be sorry
So maybe this is about Nash…odd to get this and then he shows up a couple days later. But this text could be about anyone. He says he’s here to get me back so he wouldn’t be hanging with some other gal. Would he?
Nash comes back to the patio looking handsome and savagely dangerous with his hair slightly wet and a clean shaved jaw. I feel my channel pulse with need, he comes straight to me, picks me up and sits down with me in his lap. I’m not sure how long I can take his cock pressed into my ass before I rip his clothes off. I pass his wine to him.
“To you baby,” he says and touches his glass to mine.
“And you.”
After he takes a sip he sits his glass down, tangles his hand in my hair leaning my face to him. I seek his eyes, they’re darker than usual, slightly hooded I notice, just before he takes my mouth with driven desire.
It ignites life back into me.
The heat of us tangling, desperate to get more, give more burns a path. When we break away his head falls on my chest as we let our ragged breath catch up.
“How much I love you.” He says, raspy and thick.
My arms wrap around his neck and I kiss his forehead. We’re quiet for a bit before I asked again.
“Tell me why you’re here, Nash.”
He lifts his head back, his thumb moves along my bottom lip.
“To make you understand that I can’t let you walk out of my life. I gave you the time you ask for and it got worse. Now I do it my way”
What he said is true. We grew farther apart.
“Did you mean what you said about staying until we…” he cuts me off.
“I’m not leaving here without you.”
“You have a ranch to run.”
“My foreman will have to manage until we get this straight.”
“What if I can’t get it straight?”
I hear my own self sound weak in a way I don’t care for.
“We’ll do it together. I’ll help you every way I can, but I won’t let you go.”
His tone is kind, yet firm. I believe what he says. He traces his fingers down my neck, smiles with closed lips.
“Nash, have you seen women?”
“No.” He pierces his glare into me. “I’m here to get the only woman I want, that’s you.”
“Why me? I’m an ordinary ranch girl.”
He touches hi lips to mine so soft then moves back.
“I gave up trying to understand this thing between us. All I know is my life is fucked up without you. We’re a matched pair, like it or not. You are mine and I’m yours. I won’t stop till I wake up with you in my arms every damn sunrise.”
His hands glide along my back keeping me close.
“Those are powerful words.”
“I mean every one of them, Flash.”
My shoulders drop down into relaxation. I wish I could snap my fingers and go back in time. I’ve not thought of myself as selfish, but I’ve come to understand I am.
I’m crushed he had a child with someone…it should have been me, just me.
“Can I forget the world for now and just sit here close to you?”
“That would make me happy. I’ve missed this baby,” he says hardly above a whisper.
I knew the longer we sat here there’d be only one way for it to end. Yes, I want him past all things, yet I’m still conflicted and I don’t even know a clear reason why, except I’m selfish and hold on to hurt I shouldn’t even have.
Our kisses go straight to a rage of heat, his hands on my breast, between my legs, in a heartbeat he’s up on his feet carrying me through the house and lays me on my bed. He didn’t ask or tell me, he just did it. This is my old Nash, the man I fell in love with.
His mumbles tell me what he needs as his fingers move fast along my buttons and jean zipper. My bra unhooks and I’m naked before him.
“I can’t pull my eyes away, that’s how much you catch me up,” his husky voice more of a growl of anguish that shows his rough mood, the one that thrills me to cosmic levels of orgasm. My hands move under his shirt, he holds my hips to pull me to the edge of the bed.
“You…” he moans. “This pussy amazes me, pink, slick…so ready.”
Tiny jerks move over me when his tongue slides up my seam. When his warm mouth reaches my clit my breath catches, and I can’t get enough air.
These big hands on me, the rough texture across my breast quickly takes me to the very edge of fireworks ready to go off. I claw at his shoulders to pull him into me lifting my hips in search of more contact.
“Come again baby, come for me.”
My juices flow as he takes it. Right after his clothes drop to the floor and he’s over me pulling me up on the bed. My hands find the throbs of his shaft, but he takes both my wrist and pins them above my head.
“My cock needs to be home baby.”
He drives into me with one forceful thrust all the way to the base, his drawn balls hit against me and that’s when I lose any sense of thought as he grunts with each stab into me. I can’t say if it’s pain, distress, or both.
“Yes—fuck yes!” He’s imprinting that statement in the ethers like it will make it true forever. I feel his hand on my chin tilting my head, his teeth nip my neck then my nipple. I yelp from the intensity of it and immediately explode into a wild orgasm. He doesn’t slow but pushes to the next level.
“Nash. Nash…”
“You want this cock rough baby? Tell me…”
“…yes, you know.”
It comes out as a whimper and I’m not sure it’s even me.
“What a hot dirty girl you are…my girl. Mine.”
He puts my legs over his shoulders and hammers me in a crazed frenzy with his mouth to mine, ravaging it, then my neck where he licks my skin. All the while I hang on the edge of another epic orgasm.
“Fuck baby! You’re gripping my cock damn tight.”
“You…Nash. Nash.”
I think I might die when I come this time. I don’t know what this is but it’s indescribable.
“…so damn good, this fierce pussy.”
He flips me over to my knees, pulls my hips back into him and enters me with one hard thrust, his loud growl fills the room.
I hear me call his name over and over, it’s distant and sounds painful, desperate.
“I got you baby, I got you.”
That’s when I shatter with a scream into a place I’ve never been.
“You beautiful baby, fucking love you so much.”
He fists a hand full of my hair pulling me to the side to lick my neck, still tearing into me with an indescribable force. He talks to me with each stroke, tells me how much he needs me, groaning, his body tremors, sweat drips onto my back.
“You’re mine woman. I’m the only man who’ll have you like this.”
His body goes rigid, his muscles hard as steel as he slams into me so deep, a roar leaves him when he sprays his hot cum filling me. I crash off the mountain into the pain and pleasure of being taken by a man who loves me, who dominates me. My body goes weak and limp. My breath is gone.
“I’ll hold you,” he has me around my waist and chest, gently lays us on our side, pulling me next to him. “I can’t let go of you, not ever.”
He kisses my face, looks into my eyes. We’ve barely gotten our breath back when Lizzie’s whimpers quickly becomes a cry over the monitor.
“Bring her in here with us,” I tell him.
“I fucking love how you want her with us.”
I hear him change her diaper then he goes to the kitchen for a bottle. When he lays her down between us, she’s happy. We don’t talk in hopes she’ll go to sleep after her bottle. He glazes his fingers along my jaw, plays with my ear, whispers to me. Soon enough Liz is asleep.
“I need you over here next to me.”
He picks up the baby and places her against my front and pulls me back into him.
“Much better.”
“Nash, hold us.” He squeezes us closer. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know Angel.”
Chapter 28
Nash
To wake up with my girls is along the lines of a spiritual healing. They’re both asleep, each of them making little breathing noises, so cute. Lizzie’s in between us now with Flash’s hand on her leg. That makes me laugh louder than I should have…they both stir but not to the wake-up point. She must think Liz might get away from her. To lay here and look at them is golden. I won’t complain. It won’t be long till my baby wakes, the first small ray of light will have her up. Flash is the same.
The rich scent of coffee fills the house which says Rosa’s in the kitchen. I decide to let them sleep and I sneak into the kitchen and I’m glad I did.
Juan and I sit at the cooks’ counter, we talk ranches and all about Flash.
Juan keeps his voice low, leans into me.
“The local men come around more since rodeo is over. They try to take her out. I don’t like them, she don’t either and runs them off. Not in a nice way. She’s mean to them. But Randy Hanks came back, he climbed the gate to get in when she wouldn’t open it.”
“What the hell?” That has me pissed off enough to see red.
“She put the dogs on him. He got back over the fence but not before he got bit. He no come back. You should marry her, Nash. She should be your wife.”
“I’m here to make that happen, Juan.”
“Perfecto.” Juan pats my shoulder.
I hear her shuffle down the hall, still sleepy I’d guess.
“We smell coffee and Miss Lizzie says she needs her own cup.”
Flash comes into the kitchen carrying the baby on her hip, both of them smiling. She’s adorable in PJ’s looking like a sex pot with that morning dishevel.
“Sit honey, I’ll make it for you.”
“Cream, please.”
“I remember.” I wink at her and sit the cup down. “Let me take this little wiggle worm.”
“She’s dry but no bath yet. I thought we’d eat first.”
“I’ll feed her. You have your coffee.”
Rosa chatters in the background while she cooks and plates food when she asked if she should make something separate for the baby.
“I’ll feed her from mine.”
Rosa smiles at my Spanish and nods in agreement. I’m good with it but can’t speak fast like they do.
Flash and Juan talk over the days to-do list rattling off a mile a minute. You’d think she was from Mexico. My focus is glued on her. She includes me in the conversation without a trace of what took place last night. She’s business to the bone and that’s what it takes to run a ranch. All I can see is her belly big with my seed planted there. Yeah, I got it bad.
“Should we set up the play pen in the shade at the end of the barn aisle? I’m worried she’ll get sunburn,” she asked.
“I trust you with Lizzie. And I trust you with me. Come here.” I pull her in closer. “I don’t know what you did to me last night, but I’d like the same thing for the rest of my days.”
“Oh, that’s everywhere. Any woman can do it.”
She’s chuckles but I hear the tiny bit of sarcasm.
“You’re completely wrong. Besides, you’re the one I want it with.”
She looks up to me, part of a smirk on her face but doesn’t say a word. No problem. I’ll tell her till she gives in.
The rest of the morning goes fast with one horse after another. Holy hell! She’s working harder today than in Texas. After lunch I persuade her to take a break with me while I put Lizzie down for a nap.
“This ranch is a damn nice place. Have you thought about what you’ll do about it after we’re married? It’s too valuable to not keep but you can sell if you want. Money isn’t the issue, I have more than enough for us.”
“I’ve thought about it a lot, actually. It’d be hard to keep it operative without being here often, but the thought to sell is painful. What would happen to Juan and Rosa?”
“I believe we can make it good. You could run cattle easy enough, just have to hire a few good cowboys to help Juan. And we’d be here more often in rodeo season.”
“You present a good picture.”
“How do you envision your wedding day, Angel?”
“You’re serious about this marriage.”
“I am. Tell me how you’d like it to be.”
She’s not fast to answer as if she’ll have to follow through if she gives details.
“Not a big affair. And no gown with a hundred yards of lace that bellows out. That’s not me. David, Juan and Rosa is my only family. I know countless people, but I don’t have close friends.”
She stammers, sits quietly and stares across the back pastures. I rub my thumb along the top of her hand.
“Just a small affair is perfect for me.”
“It sounds like the best to me. Let me make that happen for us. Texas or here?”
When she turns to face me there’s the smallest tear on her cheek. I get her in my arms instantly.
“Texas since your family and David is there. What will your family think?”
“My folks see how happy you make me. They fell for you.”
We cuddle for a while until I feel her shoulders relax. Then I push forward.
“How long would it take to arrange this?”
“Not long really since it’ll be simple.”
“Months? Weeks? I have no idea.”
“I’d say two or three weeks. The biggest part would be to get this ranch ready for me to be gone. And find out what Juan would like to do, stay here or go with us to Texas. They might would go back to Mexico.”
“Yes, that’s very important.”
A cell phone buzzes, and I think it’s mine. No, it’s hers. I’ve not seen her get any text messages from anyone other than David. She takes out her phone and reads it.
“What the hell is going on here.”
“What’s wrong?” She shows me the text.
Queenie: I said get the fuck out of his life…he wants me.
Queenie: I’ll cut your pussy wide open
“What is this about?”
“I have not a clue. I’ll show you the first ones I got from her a couple days ago.”
“Do you know who she is, or what she means?”
“Nope, never heard of a Queenie and I haven’t dated in ages. My last date was several months before I met you.”
We read the first messages and try to figure it out. Flash thinks it’s a wrong number, but I don’t. A sickness swirls in my stomach. I’m worried over what could happen.
“Let’s answer these and try to get more information. I don’t think it’s a wrong number. Maybe one of these guys who’ve come around has a girlfriend and she heard about it.”
“I ran them off within minutes. Half never got in the gate, but you might be right.”
We send back a text.
Flash: what’s his name?
Queenie: don’t fuck with me… you know
Flash: no I don’t. I have a lot of men
Queenie: who cares but Nash is mine
Dead silence falls on us.
“What the hell?” A rage fills my veins. “Okay, at least we know it’s somebody out of my messed up past. Again.”
“How should we answer that?” she asked.
“Try for more information.”
Flash: that’s not what he tells me
Queenie: I need to teach you a lesson
Flash: if you think you can come on
She gets up to walk away with an expression that leaves no doubt of what on her mind. She mumbles under her breath. I’ve got a hold of her before she gets a half dozen steps. I can’t let this happen again.
“No no, baby. Stay with me. I haven’t been with a soul since long before we met. The least you can do is let me find out what this is about. You need to trust me and not run off.”
She’s not receptive, she’s in a rage, but that doesn’t matter. I pull her back next to me then dial David’s number on speaker.
“David, I need your help. Got a minute to talk?”
I explain all of it to him, read him the messages.
“My first concern is the threat made against Flash. I need to find out who sent these. What about your FBI friend who’s in tech? Maybe he can find out where these came from. Okay, call me back.”
She tries to get up, but I don’t let her.
“This kind of drama is ongoing with you, Nash. One old history problem after another and I can’t put up with it. You need to haul yourself back to Texas and stay there.”
“I can’t do that. I haven’t done anything with anyone. And I don’t have any intentions to leave you here after threats like that. These texts obviously came from some nut case who could try to follow through.”
“This is my home, my ranch. You can’t tell me what you’ll do.”
“I don’t care if the Holy Mother owns this place. I’m not leaving with threats against you like these.”
“Nash. Damn it!”
“I’m staying. And that’s final. You can throw us out, but we’ll just park the trailer right outside the gate. I’m not leaving, Flash.”
The hardness in my voice says let it go. She pulls away from my lap but not before I kiss her cheek.
Her body tenses and she storms into the kitchen. I hear her bang pots around. If that’s what she needs to do it’s okay with me.
I’m making phone calls to anyone I think might have information when my Mom calls to ask how Lizzie is. I put her on speaker phone. I spill my story.
“Mom, I have no idea who this Queenie is… I can’t believe this.”
