Robert Langley watched the girl as she preceded him into the house. Twenty-six, long curling blonde hair pulled carelessly into a braid, and a slim figure which turned most men’s heads in her worn jeans and plaid shirt, Emma had grown up at the Happy Trails Ranch, starting as an eager riding pupil, then stable hand during her summer breaks and weekends, and later, riding instructor and trail guide. When the original owners decided to retire, they had offered Emma the job as manager, with the option to buy in the future. Bob alone knew of her desire to own the place, having watched her closely the past few years after she’d hired him, and now he had the privilege of knowing every inch of her well-muscled frame.
Her brother Ethan, two years older, had shown the same woodworking talent as their father, but lacked the knowledge of the business side. Emma had tried to teach him, and it was she who struggled to keep both businesses running. Up until six months ago, everything had been going smoothly. And then Ethan had discovered the gambling casino at the Indian Reservation.
Emma’s low voice cut into Bobby’s reverie. “Chicken stew tonight, Bob. Want some?”
His silver eyes lit up. “Hell yes! Especially if it’s the way Nora made it last time,” he grinned and swatted playfully at the curve of her buttocks.
“Stop that,” she hissed, but turned pink and smiled at him. “I don’t want Nora to see!”
“That’s not what you said last night when you forgot to lock the bathroom door.” His lips grazed her ear, causing her to blush profusely. “It’s been four months, Em. I think she knows,” he whispered. He got a devilish glint in his eye and raised his voice. “Hey Nora?”
“Sshhh!” Emma tried to move away from him, but he held firmly to her wrist.
“Why are you yelling at me through a closed door?” The elderly woman came through the kitchen door, carrying a steaming bowl that made everyone’s mouths water.
“I was curious…what would you say if I told you I was crazy in love with this woman and that I’d been sleeping with her for the past several weeks?”
Steve Tries To Speak To Angie....
“Steve?” she whispered. “Oh dear God…Steve?” Her knees shook as tall, blonde, handsome Steve walked toward her. Nearly a year and a half had passed; his intense blue gaze still sent flutters to her stomach. He had lines in his face now, but the smile was the same, that brilliant charm which he knew full well how it affected the female population. His light blonde hair was darker, and cropped close to his skull; his nose was crooked, the result from the last inmate fight, Angie recalled. And his muscles were more developed. Prison, it seemed, had sculpted his body well, for instead of merely built like a tank, he was now built like a prize fighter. Angie stepped back as he advanced, and stopped when she backed into a brightly decorated park bench and nearly lost her balance.
“Careful there, hon.” He held up his hands. “I just wanted to see you, Ange. I don’t want to harm you; I don’t want to scare you. I’ve just gotten released and…”
Angie moved toward the counter in order to put as much distance between them. Her mouth went dry; she tried licking her lips, but there was no moisture. “Wh….what are you doing?” she whispered, feeling the panic rising in her chest. “Leave…leave me alone, please…”
A flash of hurt crossed his features. “Awe, Angie…I’m clean, I swear.” His brow furrowed, as he stopped just beyond the counter. “You don’t have to be scared of me, baby.” He shoved his hands in his hip pockets. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about the entire time. What we had and what I threw away…”
Angie found her voice and her anger at the same time. “We had a good friendship and I trusted you,” Her tone grew stronger as she spoke. “You broke into my home…you tried to steal the TV, for god’s sake! Not to mention my stereo.” She slapped her hands on the counter. “Do you know how hard it was for me to sleep after that? I can’t even sleep now, unless I know every single door and window is locked tight. You took away my security, my self-respect….and you think you just made a mistake?” She moved around from behind the counter and rounded on him. Smack! She balled her fist and punched him in the face. Shaking her stinging knuckles, she slapped him across the other cheek with the opposite hand, and poked a finger in his chest, not even noticing he was stepping backwards.
“How dare you come into my shop, my business, and spout your prison counselor’s platitudes.” Poke! “I am over you, Steve. Get that? Over! So get out of here and leave me the hell alone.” By this time, they’d reached the door, with Steve reaching for the doorknob, rubbing his sore face.
“I am not yours anymore, now get out.” Angie gave him a push, which sent him sprawling through the doorway just as he managed to open it.“You haven’t seen the last of me,” he thundered back at her.
Emma Tries To Intimidate Brad...
Brad discovered he loved the rustic look of Estes Parks’ eating establishments. Best known for their beef steaks, Nicky’s Restaurant featured a log cabin exterior and mounted wildlife on the walls. And a beer Gavin loved labeled “Stella Artros”. Gavin encouraged him to try one, and as they sipped their beer and enjoyed hot Buffalo wings, Emma appeared. Her damp hair was caught up in a silver clip, and dark blonde ringlets cascaded down her back. Her cowboy boots sounded firmly on the wooden floor as she walked toward the men, her slight frame in black jeans and a loose red shirt. Brad felt his mouth go dry when he realized there was no bra under that shirt, and had to keep tearing his eyes away from the glimpse of cleavage when she greeted Gavin. She slid into the chair beside the older man, and Brad shifted uncomfortably every time she leaned forward.
Emma reached for the hot wings Gavin had ordered and told the waitress to bring her a Coors.
“Gavin likes that crap, but I prefer to stick with Busch,” she stated as Brad shifted in his seat again. “Something wrong, Mr. Morrison?”
“No, no. It’s just I’ve had too much good food the past two days,” he lied.
“Don’t they feed you back home?” Emma patted Gavin on the back. Brad swallowed at the sight of her nipples through the fabric and looked away. Keep breathing; remember Angie.…
“Actually, my girlfriend is quite a cook,” Brad managed to get his tongue working. He reached for a wing at the same time she did, and as their fingers brushed, Brad felt an electric jolt all the way to his groin.
“Maybe she doesn’t feed you enough,” Gavin laughed.
Brad was spared by the appearance of the waitress, ready to take their orders. Brad and Gavin ordered the Prime Rib; Emma opted for the shrimp scampi. Brad ordered another beer, and then excused himself, hoping to get his raging hormones under control.
“Want to try a little experimenting?” he nuzzled her ear. “I could put it in here…” He reached around her hips and skimmed his fingers across her smooth buttocks.
Her eyes widened. “Seriously?” She began to laugh.
“I never kid about that,” he murmured, biting her nipple gently. “What’s so funny?”
She turned a glorious shade of red. “One of the girls on the trail the other day…she’d, ah, brought one of those electronic things for books, you know? Well, while we were resting, she let me look at it, and she had this e-book, and well…” she swallowed. “The scene I read had them…doing that.” She threaded her fingers through his hair as he moved slowly in and out. “Ohhh…have you ever tried it?” Her voice had grown softer with each word.
Brad withdrew when he saw her wince. “No, I haven’t. But I’d like to try it. Game?”
“It certainly caught my attention,” she admitted. “What the hell…if I don’t like it, you’ll stop?”
“I’ll stop the minute you tell me to,” he promised, rolling off of her and getting on his knees. “What did the book say?”
Emma flipped over on her stomach. “The woman was bent over pillows, but I think if I just relax….wait a minute.” She scrambled out of bed and opened the door. Brad heard her in the other room, and soon she returned with a bottle of lotion. “Use this, and use plenty.” She flopped down on her stomach again and breathed in and out several times. Brad placed a trail of kisses from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. He shook a generous amount of the scented lotion into his hand and lathered up his penis, slicking some around and just inside her puckered anus. He positioned himself above her and slipped inside her vagina, causing another moan from her. “We didn’t try this last night….I like it.” Her voice muffled by the pillow.
(Later in the book...)
“A little rain’s not going to keep him away, surely,” Brad objected.
Emma shook her head. “Did you not notice the temperature difference? When the rain falls, it is cold, and can sometimes have snow mixed with it. This time of year, anything can happen.”
“Cool. I haven’t seen snow since March,” Brad grinned.
“Tourists!” Emma rolled her eyes.
“Natives!” Brad mimicked her. “Don’t fall asleep this time. I don’t want to take a wrong turn.”
“Oh, like that’s going to happen. Just stay on this highway and you can’t miss it. And besides, with that sperm enema you gave me, I’m going to have to use the facilities soon.” Emma laughed as he stuck out his tongue at her. “Seriously, I’ve got to order that book when I get home.”
“What was it called?”
“Everything Lovers Can Know. By some woman named Anny Cook,” Emma yawned. “That girl who let me read it; she raved about Anny and her other books.”
“If it puts you in the mood to experiment, by all means, get it and the rest.” Brad squeezed her thigh.
“I just might do that.”