Hot Texas Flash, page 7
“Mad at me?” I whisper close to her ear as I lay my lips on her neck.
“I should be but I’m more embarrassed.” I see her cheeks are flushed pink.
"You shouldn’t be. You know how you look right this minute? Cute, hot, adorable, everything in one bundle. It’s enough to drive a sane man crazy…that’s how gorgeous you looked all day and how crazy it made me."
Before she can come back with a sassy answer, I put my lips on hers soft, teasing, getting her to accept me. Her faint moan when I gently bite her lower lip says yes and I crush her perfect mouth taking it the way I think about taking her pussy.
We explore each other from fast and furious to just a taste. Can’t say how long we kissed but when the steaks smelled like they were burnt to hell she pulls back and looks up at me in a pleased way.
“You need a cold beer to turn the heat factor down, at least till after supper.”
Her giggle is the most adorable thing. To look at her fills me up to the brim… it’s a sensation I’m not accustom to, and truthfully, I’m not sure just what to do with it.
“And then what…” I asked.
“Can’t say for sure but it probably depends on how good my steak taste, and right now I believe it’s charcoal.”
No way for me not to laugh at her. Flash has the all famous Cowgirl Attitude perfected to the finest degree. Her comebacks are wicked, and she has the moxie to back it up.
“You are pure Texan to the core baby.”
“I’ve been accused of that and rightfully so, since I was born and raised here. Can you believe folks in the far west states don’t get my humor?”
“You need to come back home, Angel. This is where you belong, where you’d be happy.”
“Yeah, I do. I’ve run the idea around for years but it’s hard to start over with a new ranch. It takes time, and lots of money to get a ranch the way you need it.”
Her eyes are focused across the pastures to the large grove of oak trees on the far side with a look on her face that says sadness and regrets. A warm hug is what she needs. I put the plates on the table and warp my arms around her. The way she accepts me gives me lots of hope.
I change the topic back to an uplifted mood.
“David does a fine job with the ranch, he knows stock.”
“You’re right about him. The man works harder than anyone I know. I’ve always been proud to say I’m his sister.”
“He’s talked occasionally about his sister, but I didn’t realize that Flash and his sister is the same person. I don’t think many people do. He’s private about his personal business.”
“It’s an effective way to be these days.” She’s quick to confirm.
“It is. But you can be sure he talks plenty about Flash. Some of the stories he tells are a hoot.”
She stops, looks me dead in the eye pointing her fork at me like an extended finger. I’m not sure what she’ll do next, but I grin. I just know she’s cute as a button and there’s nothing I like better than to watch her switch from one presence to another. She’s a thinker, not a superficial thing about her.
“Remember what I told you. David can get you in trouble with his stories.”
“Wait a minute missy, after today I believe every one of those outrageous tales.”
“Careful. Be very careful,” she says low, husky, so wild and sexy.
“I will cupcake,” and I wink at her. She shakes her head and throws up her hands.
“You will regret, Nash.”
“I’ll be disappointed if I don’t, baby.”
To flirt comes easy and natural with us. It’s a trip to get a hard on from a few words and a glance—can’t recall this experience in my past. Looks like I’m in for a lot more new adventures with this one.
“A little more wine?” I ask her but I’ve already poured. She stops me at a half glass.
“Half is enough. There’s whiskey if you’d like a stouter drink.”
“Wine is good.” I pour me a little more while I admire her luscious ass. She’s so perfect I wonder if she’s real.
“Come on you, let’s go sit in the moonlight. You’re getting inside me a little too easily.”
“I need to see what I’ll find in there.”
“Let’s hope you like it.”
Chapter 12
Flash
To sit here with Nash gazing up the night sky creates a conflict of emotions in me. I’m surprise at how I’m so attracted to him to the point I crave him. We’ve just met, I shouldn’t have these kinds of intense ideas. But there’s a pure sensation of care from him. He arouses me yet he’s comfortable. I'm torn between my need to be ravished by him and to sit here snuggled up in his arms. How can there be this awareness of a perfect fit?
It takes a long time to get to know someone. Of course, it only takes a second to have a sexual attraction to a man but doesn’t other feelings go into the package? Doesn’t it all fit together in one big unexplainable mess? Sexual attraction is mostly worthless without some sort of deeper thing. That’s how it is for me.
We talk more horses, rodeo wrecks, and life's issues. Basically, we solve the problems of ranch life. All the while I wonder if he thinks the same thing I do. His beautiful eyes float between piercing me with lust to soft while he seems to admire me. He’s tried hard to not look at my breast but failed more often than not.
Maybe he reads my mind of how I fantasize I’m exploring his hard muscles for hours, how I lay my naked tits on his hard chest.
But it shouldn’t happen now, much too soon. It’d be more of a one-night stand if we indulged ourselves and that might put a bad spark between us. I can’t take that chance. I’m happy with the good feels between us, for now.
When short periods of silence fall it doesn't feel out of place. There’s no need to fill the space. It's so natural to be with him as if we've been together for a long time. His strong hands glide over my arms slow and easy. I don’t think he even realizes he’s stroking me.
"You think I might get to know your real name one day?" He asked me kindly, quite serious. It wasn’t a demand but more of an interest, a need to peel away layers of separation. No doubt he's figured out I don't tell my name unless it’s necessary. Don’t let him ask me why right now. It would take away the excitement. Yeah, I know my reason might sound silly to others but for me, it’s a big deal and it’s my secret.
"You lasted longer than I thought you would. Because of that, I’ll tell you."
My name repeats over and over in my head while I work up the ability to say it. Hints of anger rise inside me. He waits patiently. Maybe he realizes there’s more to this than just to say my name, but he doesn’t know why.
I make a couple failed starts which turn into a mumble as I try to get it out. Nash doesn’t push me. He pulls me in closer, holds me, rubs my shoulder softly to console me—and over a thing he doesn’t know about. But he knows there’s more to it than what should be.
"I’m ready when you are—close your eyes and pull the trigger."
He looks at me with the warmest eyes. I suck in a deep breath and try to exhale the words with several more fails. Finally, I get it said.
"Austin. Austin O'Leary."
He pulls me into him tighter
"It’s a good name."
“You wouldn’t just say that to make me feel better, would you?”
He leans his head to the side, eyes looking kind and soft, and shook his head no.
“Can you tell me why it hurts to say it… you don’t have to, but I have a need to know all about you.”
Jesus. This is hard for me. To get it over with could be the best. And with Nash, things are much easier.
“Well, my parents named me, then they gave me away a few days later. I figure that meant I wasn’t worth much, so the name isn’t worth much.” Instantly his arms tighten around me, he rocks me easy.
“You need the warmest hug in the world.”
His arms suck me in. The way he makes me feel cared for is a surprise, the bigger surprise is that I let him.
“How did your nickname come about?”
“The crazy rodeo men… you know how they tag a nickname on everyone. I’m sure you’ve heard the story.”
“Nope, I haven’t.”
“Really? I’m surprised David didn’t tell you. So it all started in Cheyenne in our first year on pro tour. We were just a couple 18 years old teenagers going at it hard to make a little money and to get a standing rank. We were a hot team—we worked well together and both of us were faster than most, plus we could rope either end. David had been header and I heeled. Our horses were trained to the ninth degree and they were faster than Hell’s Hounds.”
I took a minute to relax in the cool night air and thought back on that night so many years ago.
“But at practice the first day we were far off our game. David was distracted which wasn’t like him. Our first run was shameful…he chased the steer to the far end of the arena and wouldn’t make the throw. When he finally let go of the loop it was too late. There were plenty of times he could’ve got the steer. Back behind the pens we talked about it. I tried to pep him up and we reconfirmed we needed to do a whole lot better.”
“Did he say what bothered him?”
“I tried to talk with him about why, but he wouldn’t. The same thing happened on our second steer. After we were out of the arena, he ran to avoid me, but the fight was on as far as I was concerned.”
“You didn’t have any idea what happened with him?”
“Not at all. I’d never seen him do a thing close to it, but I didn’t care by then. My nerves were on fire, especially when he wouldn’t deal with it. So I chased him down, roped him and jerked him off his horse then I ripped his ass up.”
“What did you tell him…” Nash intensely listens to every word with a tiny smirk of satisfaction.
“I said I’d head, and he could heel and that I was coming out of the box set on ready. And if he wanted to breathe, he best latch two feet instantly. He didn’t answer just looked up at me and nodded.”
“Did he break a bone when he hit the ground?”
“Only his ego because when I turned to leave a dozen cowboys were gathered around watching. They all snickered. When I rode past, they tipped their hats and I gave a rodeo queen fake smile like I didn’t know a thing. It took me a few minutes to regroup. I took care of my horse, swapped out ropes then headed back to the pens where David waited for me. I gave him a few ropes to select from.”
“You’re lucky you can come down so quick. Go on.”
I’m surprised how interested he is in this.
“We drew a fast steer and our timed run went the way it should have. We scored the best time of the night, a true miracle in itself.”
The picture of the run plays through my mind like a movie as I sat there and recalled it. He nudges me with his elbow and I came back.
“Of course, the big mouth, showboat announcer made a commotion over it and said something to the effect of, “Holy Smokes! She’s faster than a flash of lightning.”
“I’ve been called Flash ever since.”
“One day our children will beg to hear this story. Did you and David ever talk about it?”
“Many times. We laughed over it for years. Seems he froze up from the sheer size of the event and all the cream of the crop ropers there. Nobody wants to rope against the likes of pros like Speed when you’re just 18.”
“You’ll be roping against those men in a couple weeks. Are you bothered by it?”
Did he say our children? Did I really hear that?
“Wait… did you say our children?”
“Hum, did I say our?”
“Now you’re scaring me enough to catch a fast horse and run for the hills.”
“You could run but I’d go get you and bring you back. You belong right here, Angel.” He squeezes me as I try to sort out what I heard.
“So, are you bothered by roping against the old times?”
He picks up our conversation without a bat of his eye and doesn’t give me a chance to come back with any stance.
What the hell?
It’s only words and plenty of men talk a lot of trash in hopes to get laid. We’ll see if that’s what Nash Ellis has in mind.
“No. I’ve roped with them for years now and we’re all friends. Back in the day Speed took me under his wing and taught me all he could. Who knows what can happen in an event to give me a small advantage, so I go in with the belief that I can win.”
“What would it take to get you to coach me?”
Now that caught my full attention and fast. There’re few things able to excite more than team roping with a man you have a connection with. There’s an element of raw lust in it—which leads to the best love sessions you’ll ever have.
Quickly, I sit up and face him. I’m beaming brighter than the gold tinged moon we sit under.
“That’s all I have to say to get you excited?” he asked and squeezes my hand.
“To rope with you…that would be special, fun, and a lot more.”
“Think you can teach me?”
“Sure can. You rope already so it’s only a matter of a few techniques to become habits, and practice, of course. I’ll watch you run a few steers, capture it on video. It makes more sense when you can see it.”
“Sounds like you’ve done this a few hundred times. Guess I didn’t realize you teach. When do you find the time?”
“Remember, I’m single…no man around to hold me back.”
“You’re full of sass tonight.”
I laugh and snuggle closer to him.
“Let’s take a quick walk up to check on David before it’s too late.” I suggest.
“He’d appreciate to see you.”
“He might but Judy won’t.”
“I’ll keep her at bay. You enjoy your visit with your brother.”
We don’t stay long. I only need to get a visual to make sure he’s okay. I lay my hand on David’s skin in several places to check for fever, then I listen for gut sounds. And I look over the dressings for drainage. They’re clean. Of course, Judy rolls her eyes. Nash and I glance at each other and snicker as quietly as possible which isn’t quiet. I remind my brother he can call me at any hour for any reason. Nash lingers back for a minute and the two of them quietly talk.
We take our time on the stroll back to the barn, he takes my hand in his, makes me flush like a silly kid. The roughness of his palms is a statement of his hard work and strength. It’s hard to believe he can touch me so gently. He’s a big guy, his hands make mine look like a toy doll. As we take in the cool night air we chatter about my next tour.
“I’ve thought about what you said, us on a tour. Did you mean it?” he asked.
“I usually mean what I say.” A sharp cut of my eyes up to him pushes my message home. “What kind of women do you hang out with cowboy?” I chuckle and continue giving him no time to answer. “I meant it—the trick would be to match up the scheduled stops so we both got the points we need. But David comes first. I might have to pull out of the whole season if he needs me.”
“Of course, family first. I’ll help you all I can here. And there’s always the next season.”
“What about your place? I can’t cause you to get into a bind at your ranch.”
“You trying to fire me already? I thought I did a good job,” he teases me.
“I like your help, but I don’t want to take you from your own ranch responsibilities.”
Who am I kidding? His arms wrapped around me is what’s on my mind.
“Let me worry about it.”
He speaks firm. It’s such a force of confidence he makes it clear he’ll take care of it. How hard it is to control my emotions, to keep them in check. I’m rushed with this craving to hold him, let him hold me. It overpowers me and swirls in my stomach—does he make me feel this way on purpose? Is it possible? Sounds crazy even to me.
"You think it’s a good time to make a barn check? They're okay but I need an excuse to see my horses and your cute boy."
I see him grin, maybe to say he likes the way I care about my horses.
"Oh, I'd lay money you make a barn check right before you hit the sheets, no matter what. I can see it now, you padding across the yard in a nightie and boots, maybe a coat in winter. Sound familiar?"
He’s now fully laughing as he lays out the image with plenty of hand motions and facial expressions…and a change of attitude. This cowboy makes the ordinary a cut above.
"You’d win the money. No way could I sleep without a last trip to the barn. They'd wonder what happened because they know when I'm home. Don't you say they're spoiled. My horses like personal connection."
“By the way, just what do you sleep in?” he asked in a seductive flirt, hot enough it can singe panties. Wouldn’t he have a lot of experience with women to know all these things? I’m not interested in a player and I wonder if he is.
There’s a hesitation before I answer. The conversation has gotten much more intimate. It’s faster and it’s supposed to be slower.
“It depends on several different factors.”
“Such as?”
“Nash, the list is far too long.”
“So, in the meantime...”
He scoops me up in his arms, carries me into the barn aisle and sits me on top of several straw bales. I slide my arms around his neck when he moves in close between my legs. The bales keep him only in reach to touch my middle thighs, thank the powers for that. If he pressed against me any higher, I’d be a goner.
“You know what I need, pretty girl?” he whispers.
“Maybe I do.”
Who knows how long we kissed. I can’t say but long enough to make my nipples hard and my womanhood swell with want. When I felt Nash’s hardness on my thigh it put a deep burn inside me.
“I hear the ranch hand headed this way.”
We both straighten up our appearance, he puts me down and we walk over to the colts’ stall.
