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  “Sawyer,” she breathed.

  “Yes Jane?”

  “I’m going to come,”

  “Fuck.” He looked dazed. Traci assumed that no other women had ever vocalized much of anything during sex with him before based on his reaction. It was clear that she didn’t have to say much to turn him on and how he looked at her, like she were the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, was a big turn on for her. She bounced harder and faster on his lap, crying out while she orgasmed against him. He moaned as he came in his pants.

  She rested her head down on his shoulder as she allowed herself to come back down from the exhilarating ride, and Sawyer was quite a ride, she was actually pleasantly surprised. Moving against his height made her feel like she was flying. They both held on to each other while they caught their breath.

  Traci kissed him on the cheek and climbed down. She located her top and slipped it back on. Sawyer didn’t bother with putting his back on and she could see even better now what good shape he was in. He was muscular with a long, lean torso, she could see what farming had done for this country boy’s body.

  “I’m sorry,” she said shaking her head.

  “Don’t be! I’m the one that should be sorry,” he said slipping his fingers around hers, “I don’t normally do this type of thing.”

  “Me either,” she said quickly, but the truth was she did this way too frequently, she was borderline addicted to making out and dry fucking, but she didn’t normally do it topless while grabbing her own tits. There was just something about Sawyer that made her go there. She loved how he had looked shocked at first but then the look would change to an insatiable craving for her.

  “Can I please take you out sometime? Just a date, maybe a kiss at the end,” Sawyer asked with big puppy dog eyes.

  “Sure,” she said and squeezed his hand, “But I should really get going now.” The clock displayed 3:45 in its bright aqua numbers.

  “Oh, OK. I mean you can crash here if you want to. No funny business. I have a guest room, it's never been used!”

  It sounded appealing, it really did, but she didn’t know what kind of message it would send staying overnight at his house. In fact, she hadn’t even decided if she was really going to let him take her out.

  “Thanks, but I should really get home, got things to do in the morning,” she said adding to her list of lies. The only thing she had to do in the morning was take a shower and no doubt she’d think about that cowboy. At least when she was on top of Sawyer she hadn’t thought about him.

  “Right,” he said and buttoned up his shirt, “Can I drop you off somewhere?”

  “Just the bar, my car is there.”

  “You sure? Kind of late for lady to be out driving by herself.”

  “I’ll be fine, got pepper spray,” she said. Another lie. What is wrong with me? She thought.

  The fact that he’d called her a lady after she’d just grabbed her tits in front of him fascinated her. He was too kind. She sat tucked in next to him for the ride back to the bar while he kept his arm around her. If she had been honest with herself she would have admitted it had felt nice.

  “Thanks for the ride,” she said as she scooted down the seat. He burst out of his door before she had even finished her sentence and was opening her door reaching his hand out to help her down.

  “So… can I get your number?”

  Part of her had hoped he would have forgotten, but Sawyer wasn’t the type of guy that would forget. She took a piece of paper and a pen out of her purse and wrote down her number. Her real number. Folded it up and curled it into his hand. She didn’t want him to open it here in front of her because she hadn’t written ‘Jane’ on the paper, she’d written ‘Traci’ with a smiley face.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The next morning Traci didn’t want to be thinking about the cowboy in the shower, she told herself she should be thinking about Sawyer. He was the one that everyone would want her to be with. She knew with every ounce of her being that they worked. Although after he saw that she hadn’t told the truth about her name, he probably wouldn’t call and would probably think she’d lied about everything, which wasn’t true, she’d only fibbed a few times about practically meaningless things.

  As the water beaded up on her skin her thoughts kept going back to that mysterious cowboy no matter how much she tried to push them towards Sawyer. Before she knew it she was rolling her nipples between her fingertips. She took a deep breath and sighed. Traci rested her back against the wall and slid her hand down to her pussy and imagined what the cowboy would do to her if he was in the shower with her. She pictured his rough cowboy hands fingering her while she’s writhed against the shower wall. Her lips parted as she came with her imaginary cowboy.

  * * *

  Three months had passed. Traci had come back to that same bar most weekend nights hoping to see the cowboy again. She didn’t know if he would even live up to the fantasy she had created in her head. Every time she came it was the same thing, sitting at the bar, sipping diet soda and watching the door like an obsessed fool. She just had to see him one more time, she told herself that then she would be able to get him out of her head once and for all and go on with her life.

  After her one last look, maybe she’d even try to find Sawyer house again and try to explain, tell him she was sorry. He hadn’t called, and he hadn’t come back to the bar again. She felt as though she had royally screwed that up, but the timing was off, she hadn’t been ready for anything with Sawyer. He was older… he was probably ready to settle down. Traci wasn’t ready for that and she knew it.

  At first she wasn’t sure what she should wear, but eventually she decided to wear a cute pink ruffled skirt that hit mid-thigh with a tight pale yellow tank top and a cute cropped jean jacket. She’d curled her hair, and it floated down around her shoulders. She accessorized her outfit with a long necklace that had a small but weighted oval that pulled the chain down between her cleavage. Even Traci had to admit she looked pretty smokin’ hot.

  Traci had been waiting for less than an hour when the door swung open and the cowboy walked in. Her heart threatened to leap out of her body. He was just as gorgeous as she remembered, maybe even more so. He walked in just as he had last time and leaned into the bar across from her, ordered his beer, but this time instead of walking off to the booth in the back, he tilted his hat up and looked at her. It was only for a moment or two, but it felt like forever to Traci.

  She wanted to do something, so he’d notice her, really notice her, but instead she just stared at him her lips parted but not in a sexy way, in the -I can’t stop staring I’m in awe-way. His mouth curled up on one side, he was amused. Better than being invisible she supposed.

  He turned his head and watched the football game on TV while he drank his beer. Traci didn’t know what to do with herself and found she had sipped her diet soda way too fast. She was reaching into her purse for both her mirror to slyly get a look to make sure her makeup still looked right, and to gather some money for another drink.

  She was about to motion to the bartender, when the cowboy appeared next to her, “What you drinkin?” he asked.

  “Oh, um, just a diet soda,” she said feeling altogether stupid. Who comes to a bar to drink soda? Traci laughed nervously. The bartender put a new glass down on a napkin and took the empty one away. “Thank you,” she smiled.

  He glanced back up at the TV which gave her an opportunity to look him over while he was standing next to her. He was so hot she almost couldn’t stand being this close to him, it made her oddly nervous. Typically, she wasn’t nervous around the opposite sex, but there was something about him that made her feel vulnerable and not her typical confident self.

  He had on the same cowboy hat as last time which covered his eyes so well that if he didn’t want to make eye contact with a person he didn’t have to. But Traci didn’t think that was why he wore is down low, she didn’t think he ever needed to hide from anyone. The black skin tight t-shirt he wo
re was just begging to be touched, but of course she resisted. The short sleeves displayed his muscular arms. A tan belt with an intricate design printed on it was looped through his jeans. She pictured herself gliding her fingers across the leather feeling its texture. Traci couldn’t help but admire his ass, it looked so good, in fact, every inch of him looked delicious.

  “What’s your name?” he asked with a nod, catching her in the act. Traci quickly pretended she’d been looking at something on the floor, but no one was fooled.

  “Jane,” she said, the lie was apparently automatic. She wasn’t even sure why she had said it and was tempted to correct herself except she knew she’d look like an absolute moron.

  “Hello Jane, I’m Cash,” he reached out his hand to her, and she took it. Her body instantly warmed as a strange electricity entered her body where their skin touched. By the look on his face, she knew he had felt it too. He coughed erasing the fact that her touch had done something to him, he curled one side of his mouth up at her, “Very glad to meet you Jane.”

  “You live around here?” she asked remembering what Sawyer had told her, but asking anyway. She wanted to keep him around her as long as she possibly could and what better way was there than to use boring small talk?

  “No I don’t darlin’.” He looked at her, more carefully this time. He looked her up and down not the least bit secretive about checking every inch her out.

  “I hear you work with horses,” she said.

  “You’ve asked about me?”

  “Well, no, not really, I saw you last time—”

  “—I haven’t been here for months,” he winked at her, “still thinking about me?”

  “It’s not like that.” It was just like that. “I just remembered and—”

  “—Sure darlin’. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this anyway?” He took a long drink from his beer and watched her, no longer hiding his eyes from her. Those gorgeous blues were watching her every move.

  “I just like to come here I suppose, get away from… things.” Her parents and out of their house mostly, but he didn’t want to hear about that.

  He nodded as if he could relate, “You wanna get outta here?”

  “Yes,” she said without any doubt, she’d have followed him almost anywhere, she was simply infatuated. She hadn’t even cared enough to ask where they’d go.

  They walked outside and into the parking lot, she clutched her purse as she followed him to a beat-up, rusty old truck. He held her door open and stood close to her, their bodies nearly touching. She hopped inside and he walked around to the driver’s side. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, she was afraid if she looked away he’d disappear and she’d wake up from this beautiful daydream. Once inside he started the rumbling engine and clunked the beater into gear, it jerked forward and he noisily zipped out of the parking lot.

  Cash didn’t say anything, and just continued driving down the road. Traci wanted to talk with him, to solve the mystery that was Cash, but she didn’t know what to say or where to start. She couldn’t think of a single interesting thing to say. It was as if her brain had mostly stopped working. So instead of risking embarrassing herself, she just sat there watching the beautiful countryside go by.

  Her stomach fluttered when she saw the beautiful three-story farmhouse drift passed her window, the house that belonged to Sawyer. Cash noticed her looking at it, “Beautiful house eh?”

  “It is.” Even more so in the daylight she thought.

  “I stay at a trailer on this land when I’m up here on business,” he said making a turn down a gravel side road away from the main driveway.

  “Oh,” she said, wondering why Sawyer hadn’t said more. Clearly he had known more about Cash than he had let on. But it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like Traci was going to tell Cash she knew anything about the house or the man who owned it.

  He pulled up to the double-wide trailer and cut the engine. It actually looked very nice, it was decorated with various plants and flowers and the trailer itself looked relatively new and well taken care of. Off to the side was a fenced in area that held three horses that seemed to be looking at Traci. Cash zipped around the truck and opened her door.

  “You like riding horses?” he asked her tilting his head.

  “I don’t know, I’ve never ridden one,” she said, “they sure are beautiful though.”

  “Come on inside,” he said holding the screen door open for her. She walked up the two steps, her boots clacking against the wood. Inside the trailer was kept very neat, it hadn’t even looked as if anyone had been staying here. “Want something to drink?”

  “Sure, whatever you have is fine.” She stood still holding her purse against her body. She didn’t know exactly what to do, in fact, she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten here, it all seemed so surreal. The only thing she did know is that she didn’t want it to end. He handed her a small glass filled with a clear liquid, she raised it slightly and she took a sip. It felt warm on her tongue, some kind of booze but she didn’t know what it was.

  “Gin and tonic,” he said when it was obvious she’d never had one before. She liked it, but it was strong.

  “It’s good,” she said taking another teeny sip. They made eye contact, and he held her gaze. Traci thought he was drinking the same thing that she was, but he chugged his down in one gulp as if it were a shot.

  “Indeed,” he grinned at her. He walked over to a recliner and sat down, “Sit.” It was more of an order than it was a request, but she obliged nonetheless. She walked over to his sofa and started to sit down, “not there,” he said. She paused looking around and took a bigger drink from her gin and tonic, the only other place to sit was at the kitchen table in the other room, surely he hadn’t meant over there.

  “Where?” she asked worried he might think she was stupid for asking.

  “Here,” he said, and he shifted his legs forward and tapped his leg.

  Traci tossed her purse onto the couch and walked over seductively. She was trying to be her normal confident self but deep down she doubted herself and worried it was showing. The glass clicked on the glass end-table as she set down her drink before resting her palms on his knees. Slowly and deliberately, she leaned forward giving him a view of her cleavage, her necklace hung down and tickled his jeans right where an immense bulge was starting to grow.

  “Right here?” she asked looking up at him, blinking her mascara covered eyelashes.

  “Right here,” He said as he pulled her down on his lap, as if she was his to do whatever he wanted to with. An agreement she signed when she got into his truck without asking him any questions. He flicked on the TV which was set to country music videos. He set down the remote and picked up her drink, “Finish it. Swallow it all down.”

  She took the drink, “I’m not sure I can,” she said shyly. Traci also wasn’t sure she wanted too.

  “You can… swallow,” he ordered.

  She put the drink to her lips, and she felt him twitch when her lipstick covered lips touched the glass. The liquid flowed into her mouth, slowly at first, but it became easier. He watched her throat move as she took the drink down with much more ease than she anticipated. She finished the drink with one big final gulp. It warmed her cheeks, and she felt a little buzz ripple through her. A giggle escaped her lips and Cash nodded, pleased she’d done it and pleased she had obeyed him.

  Cash took the glass away and set it back down. He trailed his finger along the inside of her arm. Traci bit her lip and shivered at the sensation. His other hand slipped down her back, dipping into her curve and onto her ass, he grabbed lightly. She held back her gasp. He rubbed her bottom in small circles, “Are you a good girl Jane?” he asked her.

  Traci nodded. She thought that was a strange question. She was anxious to straddle him and get on with the sexy dry fuck, but he was confusing her, throwing her off her game.

  “I don’t think you are,” he smirked.

  “I’m not sure I kno
w what you mean…,” she trailed off.

  “Oh, I think you do. You go into that bar, wearing that outfit, you were looking for some fun tonight weren’t you? I’m just lucky to be the one to have found you first.” He grabbed her ass again and put his hand around her wrist. “You look so fucking hot, I could barely keep my cock under control the whole drive here, when all I wanted to do was pull over my truck, bend you over the passenger seat and fuck you until the cows come home,” he said grabbing her wrist a little tighter.

  She just blinked at him looking dazed, no guy had ever talked to her this way. Even though she hadn’t ever had sex before, when she’d dry fucked all those men before, she’d been the one in charge of the situation, but Cash wasn’t like those other guys. He was a man, and he was taking charge. “Well, you didn’t,” she said trying to be playful.

  “That’s right I didn’t,” He pulled her wrist forward and pushed her over his knee so her ass was up in the air, her little skirt flipping up to the side. He put one hand on her head and twirled her hair to the side with a little tug so he could see her face, while his other hand rubbed her ass hard, not missing a single inch of it.

  All of a sudden his hand was gone, and the next thing she felt was the sting of his hand making contact with her barely covered ass.

  “Oww!” Traci cried out, “What are you doing?”

  And he smacked her ass again.

  “Stop it Cash! It’s not funny!”

  “You’re free to go any time you want darlin’,” he said as he pulled his hands off of her, but she didn’t move her body, not even an inch. “That’s what I thought,” he said curling his lips.

  One hand grabbed her hair again tugging harder than he had the first time and the other disappeared from her ass again. He roughly lifted her skirt all the way up, she wasn’t wearing much of anything as underwear. Cash grunted and smacked her ass again. Traci winced, but she felt something she hadn’t ever experienced in all her life, her pussy began to tingle and she could feel she was starting to get wet, wetter than she ever had before. He slapped her ass again and watched her face as she let out a little whimper followed by an agonizing moan. She couldn’t decide if what she felt was pain or unrelenting arousal. Her body seemed to be choosing the latter based on how it was reacting. He slapped her again, rubbing and then slipping his hand forward to give her pussy a little attention too. Cash seemed ready to explode feeling her wetness and seeing her pink ass up in the air. She was tempted to ask for another when he roughly pulled her back to a seated position.