Rough in the Saddle (4 page)

Chapter
Five

“Get
on the bed, baby,” Travis said the command, knowing he might be pushing the
boundaries here because he’d just met her, but not able to hold off his
dominant nature. She moved over to the bed without any resistance, and when she
was laid out like an offering, all he could do was stare at her. She was so
fucking hot, lush and plump, and her dark skin, like melted chocolate, made him
hard and hungry all at the same time.

The
sight of every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure was slowly
draining his self-control, but the truth was he wasn’t trying very hard to deny
himself. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm and denying her that
pleasure was a delight he wanted to try with her, but he wanted inside of her
too fucking badly.

“Spread
your legs. Let me see that sweet pussy of yours.”

She
did as he said, her knees bending, her legs falling open, and her intimate
flesh coming into view. Her outer lips were a shade darker than the rest of her
body, and when those darker petals parted he got a prime shot of her pink slit.
Fucking hell was she gorgeous, soaked and swollen and all his for the night. He
didn’t waste any time.

He
moved onto the bed and took residence beside her legs. Placing his hand on one
of her inner thighs, he pushed it open even further, watching as her pussy
spread even wider for him. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth, glistening
with the wetness he caused. She was primed for him, but he wanted her soaking,
dripping with nectar until she soaked the sheets beneath her.

“Your
pussy is making my dick all nice and hard, baby.”

Her
chest rose and fell with her breathing. He lifted his hand and ran his finger
down the center of her cunt. Her body visibly shook, and he smiled, loving that
just the slightest touch from him affected her so much. Placing his thumb on
her clit, he gently applied pressure while he slid his index finger over her
slickness and circled it around the opening of her pussy. Slipping his finger
into the wet, hot depth of her body, he grunted when her pussy sucked the digit
inside.

He
finger-fucked her in long strokes while he rubbed hard, slow circles around the
swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from Pearl had his
cock throbbing and leaking cum. Travis had always had stamina when it came to
sex, but right now he felt like he hadn’t just shoved his dick in Pearl’s
mouth, fucked her good and hard, and made her swallow his seed.

He
used his other hand to grip his shaft, tightening his fingers around his aching
dick. He started tugging at himself while he thrust his finger into her. Travis
could have come just from watching his finger dip into her body, but he wanted
to blow his load inside of her, feeling her snug little cunt gripping him.

Travis
wanted her to beg him for it, to give him anything he wanted just so she could
come. She would get there. There were no doubts that by the end of the night he
would fuck her good and hard.

“God,
Travis...” The way his name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need,
had him gripping his shaft harder. Fuck, he wanted inside of her so bad. She
squirmed on the bed, her breasts thrust out and her hips rising to meet his
plunging finger.

He
continued to push his finger into her and leaned forward. “Your pussy is making
the most delicious sucking noises as I finger-fuck you, Pearl.” He breathed out
those words. She moaned when he added another finger, stretching her tight
little hole. “God, you’re so fucking hot and tight.” He twisted his fingers in
her, moving them across her G-spot. Pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth,
he slid his tongue out and ran it along her bottom lip. Travis moved his fingers
over the swollen bundle of tissue again, and she cried out, her pussy gripping
his fingers.

She
was close to getting off. He could feel it as her inner muscles tightened
around the digits. He knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and
a little twist along the bundle of tissue and she would go off like a damn
firecracker. He removed his fingers from her body, and she groaned.

“Please,
enough with the torture.”

Her
nipples were hard and tight, the air making them poke up as if begging for his
mouth. Leaning over, he suctioned his lips over the turgid peak.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

He
grinned around her skin and ran his tongue over her nipple. She tasted so very
good and sweet. Her flesh was smooth, and she smelled fucking incredible. While
he sucked and licked, he moved his hand down her rounded stomach and to the
hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy once more. A cry left her,
and she begged him for more.

 
“Shit, Pearl baby,” he said when her nails dug
into his firearm. He hadn’t even realized she’d grabbed his arm, but fuck did
it feel good. He lifted his head, her nipple coming free from the suction of
his mouth with a pop. He circled her clit again, harder, faster, drawing out
her pleasure and then removing his finger right before she went over the edge.

“Ugh.”
The little outburst had him smiling, but he would not relent. “Fuck me already,
Travis.”

Hell. Yeah.

He
didn’t know if he could have held out much longer anyway, but he liked teasing
her. Latching his mouth onto hers, he stroked her body until she shook and
cried out against his lips. He swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling his own
need to be buried inside of her mounting. He found himself pressing his hips
into the mattress, trying to let off some of the lust he had for her. It was no
use. There was no denying that there wasn’t a substitute for what he really
wanted.

When
her body stopped shaking he moved away and grabbed a condom from his wallet. He
pushed his jeans down the rest of the way, tossed them aside, and sheathed
himself. Then he moved into position between her splayed thighs. He wasn’t
going to be gentle, not when he was so wound up.

He
placed a hand on each of her legs, feeling the delicate flesh of her inner
thighs slightly damp from her need for him. He was harder than any other time
before. Placing the very tip of his cock at the entrance of her cunt, he lifted
his eyes to her face. He pushed into her, filling every succulent inch of her
pussy with his cock. Her mouth opened, and her back arched. It was the most
erotic thing he had ever seen.

Oh. Fuck yeah.
Travis thrust his dick into her,
looked down between their bodies and watched as he moved in and out of her. He
smoothed his hands over her skin, up her belly and over her arms, and lifted
her upper body. In the next second he flipped them over so he was now on his
back with her over him.

“Ride
me, Pearl, work for
my cum
.” Her pussy was covered
with a trimmed thatch of black hair, the tight curls not able to hide the fact
she was now rising up and down on him, working that pretty pussy all over his
dick. Her wetness coated his shaft and her inner thighs, and he was riveted to
the sight, loving that he could see his cock disappearing into her body then
reemerging.

Travis
was close to coming as it was, and no amount of holding off this time would
keep him from going over the edge. The abundance of her wetness made his
movements fluid and smooth, and the tip of his cock hit the very end of her as
she gasped.

“Hell
,
baby.”
He tightened his hold on her outer thighs, squeezed her lush flesh as his
orgasm started to rise, and wasn’t going to stop himself from getting off
again.
 
“Damn, baby,” Travis lifted his
hips, pounding his dick into her every time she pushed down. He started to
come,
reached up and grabbed her tits that were bouncing
wildly in front of him, squeezed the big, juicy and fleshy mounds, and roared
out his release.
Fuck.
Holy
shit.
She collapsed on top of him, and they both breathed out,
neither speaking.

“Wow.
That was … wow.”

Yeah,
he couldn’t have said it better. She was by far the best fucking sex he’d ever
had, and a part of him knew it wasn’t just this one time and because she was
new in town. There was something about Pearl, something that was witty and
smart mouthed, like she had a fire inside of her. It challenged him, tempted
him, and as much as he’d like to repeat this at another time, he knew that he
couldn’t. He had a lot on his plate with the ranch, and giving her what she
needed and deserved wasn’t in his DNA. He could be a real fucking bastard, but
at least he was honest about it.

Chapter
Six

Pearl
stretched, feeling her muscles pull, ache, and remind her of the night she had
earlier. She opened her eyes, the sun streaming through the window, and
temporarily blinding her. Covering her eyes with a forearm, she groaned and
turned her head, away from the offending light. She moved her forearm away, her
heart racing slightly at the thought of Travis had stayed all night. She’d
slept with a man she didn’t even know, a man that probably slept with so many
women in this town that he wouldn’t even remember her name. She opened her
eyes, saw the empty bed beside her, and a part of her was relieved, but she also
felt very disappointed.

“What
did you expect, breakfast in bed?” she said to herself. Pearl could have
groaned at how stupid she felt right now. Wrapping the blanket around her body,
she pushed herself up on the bed and hung her feet off the edge. The wood floor
looked cold as hell, but she needed something to wake her ass up.

Setting
her feet flat on the floor, she bit her lip and stood, the coldness shocking
her. Walking over to the window, she leaned against the wall and pushed the
curtain aside. His truck was gone, the spot beside her car empty, vacant,
lonely. God, that man had rocked her world last night, brought her to heights
she’d never even experienced before. She’d never done something so explicit
before, but even now, as the morning light reflected what she’d done, she
wanted more from him.

“Girl,
that man has one woman a night, and doesn’t do repeats.” And now she was
talking to herself. Shaking her head, she went into the bathroom, winced at her
reflection, at the “I just got fucked” hair she had going on, and turned away
from the horror in front of her. After turning the shower on and undressing,
she looked down at her body. On her hips she was sporting some dark marks,
finger sized bruises from the night before. Her body instantly heated as she
thought about what he’d done, about how he’d controlled the situation, made her
come and writhe for him.

She
smoothed her hands over the marks, closed her eyes, and breathed out. She was
insane for even letting him come home with her. Hell, he could have been a
freaking serial killer for all she knew, but the fact remained he’d been charismatic
and alluring, hot and pleasured her like no other. Pearl hadn’t been able to
help herself, hadn’t been able to control her libido either. Pushing the
thoughts and images away, she got in the shower, needing to start her day and
job hunt.

An
hour later and she was buttoning her shirt up, showered, had her face on, and
stared at
herself
in the mirror. She looked
semi-decent now. She decided to put her hair in a twist so it was out of her
way, and headed downstairs. After getting a cup of coffee, nearly scalding her
mouth in the process, she was seriously considering just heading back to bed
and sleeping the rest of the day away. But the money in her savings would only
last her so long, and she really did need work. She opened the front door, the
sun blinding her for a moment, and the sound of … nothing surrounding her.

Even
though her grandmother’s home was in town, it was strangely quiet. Or maybe it
was just that Pearl was so used to the sound of cars driving by, horns honking,
and the electrically charged atmosphere that came with living in a city? She
looked around, saw a few people across the street walking their dogs, a kid
riding his bike, and felt like she was transported back to some weird scene
from
Pleasantville
. The couple
stopped what they were doing and looked her way, lifted their hands and
waved,
their smiles bright even in the distance. Pearl waved
back, and this strange feeling of fitting right in although she really wasn’t a
resident of Granite came rushing through her. These people accepted her, and
they hardly knew her, if at all.

In
the city she’d just been another person, sometimes having looks thrown at her
because she was of a darker complexion. Yes, even in this day and age she still
got the stares from people as she walked down the street, or hell, when she was
with one of her previous boyfriends. Pearl liked dating white men, and because
she was of color to say she got these ignorant stares was an understatement.
There were so many people that were closed-minded concerning skin color that
all they could see was some kind of abomination. It was ludicrous, and even if
Pearl lived her life the way she wanted to, that didn’t mean it didn’t piss her
off.

To
be honest she’d expected even more funky looks when she came here. This was an
older town, set in its ways, and the majority of the population was elderly
white residents. Yes, there were some African-American residents, but she was
being stereotypical right now in thinking they would have not taken to her
presence right away. That was a shame on her. Now she felt like the biggest
bitch in the world.

They
were nice to her, welcomed her, even at the bar. She could make this place her
home, enjoy her serenity and comfort here, and forget about all the negative
shit that had happened back in the city. She felt resolve, and told herself
she’d give this place her one hundred and ten percent focus and try to make it
work out. She didn’t have a choice, but that didn’t mean she had to be sour
about it. She picked up the paper and looked down.

The
front page of the
Granite Times
was a
story of a little dog that had gotten hit by a car in the middle of the night.
Fortunately the dog was
okay,
and recuperating in the
local vet hospital. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought that this was
breaking news in this town, but it was also comforting. In the city the
breaking news stories had been about murders, suicides, and senseless crimes.

“Hi.”
The soft, feminine voice came right in front of Pearl, and she lifted her head
from the paper. The young woman in front of her held a wiener dog, one that was
squirming to get out of her hold. Its tail went crazy, moving back and forth as
its tongue hung out of its mouth in excitement.

“Hi,”
Pearl answered and saw a wad of saliva fly from the dog’s mouth and land on the
cement.

“Hot
Dog, chill out.” the woman said to her dog, but that just made the pup squirm
even more wildly. “I’m your neighbor, well, was Shirley’s neighbor for the last
five years.” The woman walked up closer to Pearl. She held her hand out. “I’m
Brooklyn Jacks.” She smiled, flashing straight white teeth. The girl’s hair was
long, red in color, and brushed along her hips. Her light grey eyes were big,
and the sprinkling of freckles along her nose and cheeks made her look younger
than she probably was. Brooklyn was probably a few years younger than Pearl,
but she had this aura that was friendly and warm. Pearl took Brooklyn’s offered
hand.

“I’m
Pearl Connor, Shirley’s granddaughter.” Pearl took her hand back and held onto
the paper tighter. There was a moment of silence that passed, and it was a
little awkward.

“I’m
really sorry to hear about your grandma. She was a wonderful lady. She always
brought over cookies on Saturday morning.” Brooklyn smiled, and there was the
distinct look of tears in the other woman’s eyes.

“Thank
you. She was a really great woman and lived a full life.”

Brooklyn
smiled and nodded. “She was tough, too.”

Pearl
chuckled. “That she was.” Another moment of silence passed.

“Anyway,
I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m not sure how long you’re staying in Granite,
but I’m right next door if you need anything.” The dog started barking again,
its long, slender body going wild. “And don’t worry about Hot Dog. He is always
like this, but it’s harmless. He has a chronic case of ADHD, especially with
new people he sees.”

Pearl
smiled and walked closer to Brooklyn and Hot Dog. She petted the dog, got a gob
of dog spit all over her hand, but started laughing. “He doesn’t stop, does
he?”

Brooklyn
snorted and shook her head. “He’s like this all the time. It’s like having a
three year old running around, yet Hot Dog is old as hell.” She smiled and set
the dog down, but kept him on a short leash. The dog was trying to get closer
to Pearl, choking in the process as he couldn’t move anymore from his spot, but
wouldn’t stop. Pearl laughed harder.

“You
better get him on a walk before he passes out.” Pearl looked from the dog to
Brooklyn, and then started chuckling.

Brooklyn
started to turn, but turned and looked at Pearl. “Maybe you’d like to go out
for coffee or something, when you’re more settled? There isn’t a lot to do in
Granite, but it’s quiet and safe.”

Pearl
smiled. “I’d like that, thank you. I have to find a job first or I won’t be
able to stay here.” She tried to make light of the situation, but it was rather
depressing.

“You
have any medical training?”

Pearl
shook her head. “No, I was in advertising before I got laid off.”

“I’m
sorry to hear that,” Brooklyn said. “I know there is an opening in Dr.
Haristole’s
office, but it’s for a medical assistant. I’ll
keep my eyes and ears open for anything.”

“Thanks
again,” Pearl said, lifted her hand in a wave, and watched as Brooklyn took Hot
Dog in the opposite direction for a walk. She headed inside and sat at the
kitchen table. The chipped Formica counter was light green and smooth, with
little pieces of gold flecks in it. It was straight out of the seventies, but
brought a smile to Pearl’s face because it reminded her of her grandmother.

She
spread the paper across the table, grabbed a red Sharpie, and started searching
the classifieds. There was a whole lot of nothing in this town. She did see the
position for the medical assistant, a position for a waitress at the one and
only diner in Granite, and … that was it. She was about to give up looking at
the paper when a small ad at the bottom caught her attention.

Wanted:
Reliable and able-bodied person willing to cook two meals a day, and clean
three houses on Sterling Farms three days a week.
Pay negotiable, hours set. For more information call 555-345-5464, or come
apply in person at 1276 Silverstone road.

She
really didn’t want to have to cook or clean for anyone, but it was a job, the
only job she was qualified for aside from the waitress in this town. She
circled both ads with the Sharpie, grabbed her cell and proceeded to call each
place and see about coming in for an interview.