“Stone?” Keets voice comes from behind the closed office door, followed by a loud knock. I try to move my head, but his hands fist in my hair and force my head closer, I flick my tongue over the head. I do it again . . . and again. I love the salty flavor, the way he thrusts his hips toward my face.
“What the fuck do you want?” he groans, his hands shaking on the back of my head. He’s so damn close.
“I just wanted to let you know I’m going to pick up the new chairs from town.”
“Fine,” Stone grits out, and I can’t contain the grin that spreads across my face. He feels it, and yanks my hair so hard it hurts. But I love it.
“Do you need anything?” Keets asks through the door. I can hear the grin in his voice. My eyes shoot up to Stone’s. He fucking knows.
“Yeah,” Stone calls out, shoving his cock further into my mouth, making me gag a little. “I need you to fucking leave.”
I hear Keets chuckle as his footsteps recede, then the door of the bar slams shut.
I cry out when Stone pulls my hair back, forcing my head up and away from his cock as he stands me up. “I can’t fucking wait,” Stone growls, backing me up until I hit the door. Reaching behind me, he shoves it open and drags me out into the main bar area.
“Stone?” I ask breathlessly. “Where are we going?”
“There’s something I never got to do,” he groans, not looking at me. My pussy clenches as I see where he’s leading me. He stops and spins me to face him, burying his hands in my hair as he kisses me. He rips my singlet and bra off, then I’m picked up and put backwards over the mechanical bull and my flip flops fall off my feet to the ground. I lean back against the saddle as he steps back and pulls my shorts and panties down in one violent shove. He’s the perfect height as he bends down with a wicked grin.
“Stone,” I gasp as his head dives between my legs, his tongue lapping at my pussy, circling my clit. My hand goes to the back of his head to force him closer, and he growls against me as he grips my thighs, spreading me open and wrapping my legs around his shoulders.
“Stone,” I gasp again, “someone could come in and see us.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he says, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. “Let them watch.”
I cry out as his teeth gently nip at my clit, before strumming it with his tongue. I know I’m being loud, but I don’t care anymore. Stone’s right; let them watch.
“Shit,” I scream as my legs shake around his shoulders. I buck my hips as I come hard against his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard as I fall apart beneath him.
He drops my legs from around his neck and spins me around forcibly, making me straddle the mechanical bull, climbing on behind me. “Hold on,” he whispers hotly against my ear as I feel his cock poking at the entrance to my pussy as he leans across my back. I lean forward and grip the handles as the bull starts to move. Stone sits up slightly, dragging my ass up onto his lap. He grips my hips, slamming home. We fuck, hard…fast. The bull picks up speed and I cry out as I’m slammed backwards against his cock, my clit rubbing against the seam of the leather saddle. There is nothing gentle about the way his cock works its way in and out of me. I can feel my second orgasm building, then he roars as I squeeze him with my inner walls, my wetness coating his cock. The bull slows down, finally coming to a stop.
He slips out of me as he falls away, but instead of moving away from me he pulls me down from the bull and lies next to me on the soft blue mat, stroking my back slowly.
“You okay?” he asks, pushing the hair out of my eyes.
I make an important decision right there and then. No more running, no more hiding. It’s time to start my life again. I grin at him as I climb off the mat and start getting dressed. “I’m fantastic,” I say, sliding on my flip flops.
Stone climbs off the mat and slowly zips up his jeans, tucking his limp cock away. “I know that look,” he says nervously. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I promise, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “There’s just something I need to do. Will you drive?”
“Are you sure about this?” I ask worriedly.
I can’t believe she’s even considering it, after all this time.
My heart swells with pride as Zeke leads Lady out of the stables, her saddle already in place.
“No,” Shan confesses, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “But if I don’t do it now, I never will.”
I grip her chin in my large fingers and turn her face up to me. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?” She smiles as I lower my lips to her, slanting my mouth over hers to kiss her deeply. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck and I feel my cock stir . . .
“Dammit you two, get a room!”
My mouth slips from Shannon’s as I glance over at my son, making a production of holding a hand across his eyes in mock horror. Shannon laughs, then squeals as I swat her ass with my hand, chuckling light-heartedly. “Come on,” I say, taking her hand and leading her over to her horse. “It’s time.”
Shannon stares up at the large beast, and I see the fear in her eyes. I wonder if she'll really be able to do it, is she ready? As if in answer to my question, she shakes her head lightly and grips the saddle. I stand behind her as she pushes up, giving her a boost. She sits atop her horse, dead silent. Not moving. “Shannon?” Zeke asks, his young face full of worry. “Are you okay? Do you want to get down?”
We stare at her for a long moment, until she finally blinks. A slow smile spreads across her face as she looks at both of us. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she laughs. “I never want to get down!”
She squeezes her thighs together and the horse moves at a slow trot around the corral. I grin as Zeke laughs at her delighted face, and I throw an arm around his shoulders. I have the feeling everything is going to be okay.
Maybe it’s not the fairytale romance you dream about, but this isn’t a fairytale. This is real.
Real life, real love, takes commitment, trust and hard work from two people willing to put aside their issues and fight together, side by side.
Now, we’re taking on the world one war at a time, just Shannon, Zeke, and their damaged soldier.
Our love will never fit the cookie-cutter mold of a perfect relationship or family. We will fight, there will be tears … but there will also be joy, laughter, and so much more.
Because at the end of the day, what is love, except perfectly imperfect?
THE END.
Cherry Shephard loves Jared Leto, that’s no secret.
She also writes beautifully dark erotic romance stories, focusing on honour and redemption. Her men are dark and strong, with just enough vulnerability to make you believe you could save them. Her women are tough, beautiful and can hold their own.
When not writing, Cherry can be found indulging her other obsession, watching horror movies.
Cherry lives in Australia with Mr. S, her three children, three cats, three dogs and four hermit crabs.