“Stop, let me do the hard work,” I said. I glanced toward the house again. I could see Daddy through the window of his study, smoking his pipe and reading a book. I didn’t see Cody, but figured he was smart enough not to have followed us out to the tree.
Under cover of darkness, I pulled off my boots and shimmied out of my jeans and helped Luke shimmy out of his. He lay back against the tree with his rock-hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, waiting for me to climb onboard.
“If your side starts to hurt we’ll stop,” I said, turning my ass toward him and slowly squatting to lower my pussy onto his waiting cock. The breath caught in my throat when the head of his cock slid inside me. I squatted down a little more and more of him slid inside me. When he was in as far as he could go, I began to rock my hips back and forth, milking him slowly, like sliding over a saddle on a slow trotting horse.
“Fuck…” Luke moaned. “Now that’s the best medicine there is.”
He slid his hands under my ass to help take some of the weight off my knees. He dug his fingers into my ass and helped me rock back and forth. I moaned as the length of him slid in and out of my soaking cunt. I was gushing, dripping, covering his cock and balls with my juices. My tangy scent wafted through the moist night air.
“Jesus… Luke… I’m cumming… already…” I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut as his thick cock slid in and out. I brought my hands to my tits and gave them a firm squeeze. My rigid nipples pushed out from my bra and t-shirt. I rolled my fingers over them as the heat of my orgasm started to burn its way throughout my body.
“Shit… Shelby… cum… baby…” Luke said, panting the words, fingers flexing on my ass. “I’m… right behind you...”
I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the orgasm shot through me like lightning in a Texas thunderstorm, making me shudder as my body released wave after wave of slick cum down the length of his cock and balls.
Luke came with me, clenching his hands on my ass and pulling me down onto him as far as I could go. I heard him grunt like a bear as the heat of his hot milky orgasm filled my cunt. I could feel his heat burning from my clit to my nipples. His hard thrusts pushed the air from my lungs.
I braced my hands on my knees and struggled to catch my breath. I could hear Luke panting like a dog behind me. His fingers loosened on my ass. He started gently massaging the small of my back with his thumbs.
“Jesus Christ a’mighty, I needed that,” Luke said with a happy sigh.
“So did I,” I said, pushing myself up off him with a grunt. I turned around to squat over his deflated cock again, this time facing him. I put my hands around his neck and pressed my lips to his. “Your side okay?”
“Yes, ma’am, my side’s just fine.
“What were we talking about?” I asked, nuzzling my nose to his.
“Damned if I can remember,” he said as his tongue pushed into my mouth again. “Damned if I can remember.”
Luke
After a week back home at the ranch, I was feeling more like my old self. I wasn’t quite ready to climb back on a bull, but I had high hopes that someday I would.
Shelby turned out to be one hell of a nurse, although she could be a Nazi at times. We hadn’t managed to sneak off and have sex again after our night under the old tree, but she was sweet and attentive and waited on me hand and foot. It was kinda nice.
Course, it would have been nicer to take her out to the barn and let her ride my old pecker like a show pony. But that time would come. Right now, she seemed to have other things on her mind.
I could tell something was eating at her by the way she got quiet when I talked about getting back on the circuit and maybe taking her with me. She wouldn’t say yes or no when I asked her if she might come along. She’d just look me in the eye and say, “We’ll see.”
Then, Friday night, when I’d been home a week, we were sitting on the front porch swing after dinner watching the sun go down when she said she had something to tell me.
She had gotten a job, she said, one she’d applied for when she was still in grad school months ago.
It was her dream job, messing with seeds or something like that.
She had to be in Houston by Sunday night to start on Monday morning.
The company had rented her a place to stay, a furnished apartment downtown. She could live there rent-free for three months to give her time to find a permanent place.
I couldn’t recall ever seeing her so excited
She wanted me to come with her.
She was gonna make lots of money and could support us both.
What did I think?
Didn’t that sound great?
“Well, I don’t know what to think,” I said honestly. “I mean, this is kind of out of the blue.”
“Yes, well, I mean I know it is,” she said. Our legs were pressed together on the swing. My hand was on my knee. She reached over and covered it with her hand. “But think of it as an opportunity.”
“An opportunity to do what?” I asked.
“Well, to get off the circuit for good,” she said, squeezing my hand. “An opportunity to do something real with your life.”
I frowned at her. “I have done something real with my life,” I said.
“Well, I know, but I’m talking about doing something meaningful.”
I kept frowning at her. If this was her way of delivering “good news” she wasn’t very good at it.
I snapped a little at her. “Something meaningful, like working on seeds.”
She took her hand off mine. “Well, yes, something other than riding silly old bulls.”
I huffed at her. “Shelby, I have ridden a lot of bulls, but never one that was silly or old.”
“You know what I mean,” she said.
I shook my head. “No, ma’am, I don’t think I know what you mean. How about you explain it to me?”
She turned sideways in the swing to face me. “Luke, how long do you think you can ride bulls for a living?”
“I don’t ride bulls for a living,” I said honestly. “Hell, they’re ain’t much of a living in it.”
“Exactly, so why do you do it?” She let her pretty eyes go around my face, like she was searching for the answer. “I mean, you’ve done it for six years and the only thing you have to show for it is a body covered with scars and a couple of silly belt buckles.”
“Silly belt buckles,” I said. I was starting to seethe. I hadn’t been mad at anybody in a long time. I try to keep an even temper because I tend to do and say things I regret when I get mad. I dug my fingers into my knees and took a deep breath.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “Your face is getting awfully red.”
“Shelby, have you ever seen me mad?” I asked.
She thought about it for a moment. “No, I don’t reckon I have.”
I turned to glare at her. “Well, this is what mad looks like on me.”
She swallowed hard. “Well, I don’t think I like it.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you brought it on,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Tell a man that he’s wasted his life doing meaningless things and this is what you get, Lil Sis.” I shook my head and tried to lower my boiling point a little. I didn’t want to go off on her, but goddamn it all, she was basically saying that I had wasted my life chasing a dream that didn’t mean jack shit. And now she wanted me to move to Houston and do what, keep house for her? No fucking way!
Before I could say anything more, she put a hand on my arm and gave it a squeeze. “Oh my lord, do you know what this is?”
I was still seething. I stared at the horizon and said, “A bunch of shit?”
“No, it’s déjà vu.”
That made me glance her way. “Deja what?”
“Déjà vu,” she said with a soft smile. “It’s when you get that feeling that you’ve already experienced something before.”
“You mean like us sitting here on this swing while you telling me how I’ve wasted my life.”
“Something like that,” she said, her fingers digging into my arm and giving it a shake so I’d look at her. “We had a similar conversation right here six years ago, when I was trying to get you to move to College Station with me.”
She was right. I remembered. I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll be damned,” I said. “You’re right.” I stared into her eyes and put my hand on top of hers. “As I recall, that conversation didn’t end well. And we didn’t speak for six years.”
“Because I was a stupid girl,” she said. Her eyes welled with tears. She cupped my chin with her free hand. “I thought my dreams were more important than yours. I wanted you to forget about what you wanted and just come with me.” She bit her bottom lip as a tear streamed down her cheek. “And I’m doing it again.”
I felt every ounce of anger leave my body as I put my hand on her cheek. “Shelby, I’m so proud for you. I know this is your dream job. I’m thrilled that your dreams are coming true. But you have to understand, I have dreams, too. They may not be as lofty as yours or pay anywhere as much, and usually I end up on my ass in the dirt, but it’s still my dream and I can’t ignore it. Do you understand?”