Sky Cowboy (10 page)

“I’ll just grab a beer then,” he plods away and I sit quietly, contemplating.
  I don’t really know what I’m thinking about though.  It’s strange. I feel as if I’m thinking about thinking.  I don’t have to think about what I’m thinking about for long though, because soon enough Jeremy is back.  He sits down beside me and pulls me into lap.  I go willingly and snuggle into him, breathing in deep his delicious scent.

“What’s on
your mind, babe?”  Jeremy asks as he places small kisses over my hair.

“I’d never
hurt Oscar,” I blurted out.  Before I said it, I didn’t even realize that was what was bothering me. All of a sudden, I have a massive urge to reassure him that I’d never been violent in my life.  I needed him to know that Oscar was safe with me, that I would never lay a hand on him.

Jeremy started laughing and his chest vibrated against my cheek. 

“What’s funny? I’m entirely serious, Jeremy.  I would never hit Oscar.”

“Ava, honey, I’ve known you all your life.  I know who you are and I know that tonight was a one
-time thing.  I also know that it was a long time coming.”

“I didn’t want to hurt her. I just wanted her to shut up.  She was going on and on about stuff and I had no idea what she was talking about. Plus, she
freaking scratched me with those claws of hers.
Christ,
that hurt.”

“
Are they sore now?”

“No, not really.  My face just feels a little tight around my cheek where the scratch is, and across my collarbone feels tight as well.” I explain.

“Come on.” He stands and takes my hand then leads us toward the bedroom, grabbing my overnight bag on the way past.  We stop off on the way to check in on a peacefully sleeping Oscar.  Watching Jeremy walk over and lay his hand on his son’s back to make sure he was breathing almost brought a tear to my eye.  Then he leaned down and whispered something before placing a kiss on top of his head.  I walked over, kissed Oscar on the head as well and whispered that I loved him.  Then we made our way to Jeremy’s bedroom.

“You want a shower?”
Jeremy asks.

“No, I had one earlier at home.” I reply.

He gives me a strange look and then shakes his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts, then he strips of his shirt and jeans and tosses them in the corner.  I stand and watch him from behind.  The way his back muscles flex and ripple with each movement.  The plumpness of his perfectly proportioned ass.  The two tiny dimples that sit just at the base of his spine, begging to be licked and sucked.  His neatly trimmed bush that surrounds his long, thick, semi hard cock.
Wait, cock?
  Oh crap!  He’s turned around mid perve and caught me admiring.  In fact, I’m damn near drooling.  I feel my face flush as I slowly drag my eyes up his body to look into his twinkling blue depths.  His lips are pulled up in a smirk and his eyes are shining with mischief.

“See anything you like?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”  I try to sound like he’s not affecting me, but I’m sure my beet red face is giving me away.

“Only maybe?” He asks smugly because he knows full well the answer to that question.

“Well, I do like the dimples above your bum, and I love the way your pubes are always perfectly trimmed,” I ponder.  “How do you do that, by the way?” I ask as an afterthought.

“What? Shave my dick hair?”

“Yeah, it’s always the same length – never bald but never long. How do you do it?”

“I use an electric trimmer,” he laughs his reply.

“Mmm, good choice,” I murmur.  I lick my lips seductively (well, at least I hope it’s seductive) and I see his cock grow in my peripheral vision.   I dart my eyes down to watch when he takes his hand and wraps it around the base of his erection.  Biting down on my lip, I continue to watch as he strokes his length slowly.

“Come ‘
ere.” Jeremy’s words rumble out of his mouth and I feel the heat instantly accumulate between my legs.

I slowly make my way over until I’m standing directly in front of him.  He’s still working himself, and my eyes are still glued to watching him.  It’s the sexiest thing ever.

“Do you want me, honey?” His voice is mesmerizing.  I think I could get off on it alone.

“Ava, do you want me?” He asks again.

I lick my lips slowly and bring my eyes to meet his.  “Yes,” I whisper, breathlessly.

“
Take you clothes off,” he orders me, still stroking himself.  I rip my shirt over my head and begin to unbutton my jeans.  “Slowly.”

I take a breath and blow it out slowly.  Then, as calmly and slowly as I can, I pop the button on my jeans. Then I slide the zi
pper down and push my jeans down my legs.  I step of them and look up to see his reaction.  I’m standing there in front of him wearing a pair of skimpy panties and a white lace bra.  His chest is rising and falling rapidly with each breath he takes and his hand is moving faster along his shaft.

“Take it all off,” he commands gruffly.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let the straps fall down my arms.  My breast spring free and I drop the bra on the floor by my side.  He groans when he catches a glimpse of my hardened nipples.  I can’t resist the urge to reach up and tweak them between my thumb and forefinger.  I moan softly as sparks of pleasure shoot through my body and centre on my clitoris, causing it to throb.  I squeeze my knees together to try and relive the ache, but I’m so turned on it doesn’t work.

“Ava,” he rasps.

I slide my panties down my legs and step out of them.  Then he’s on me. His mouth collides with mine and I expect him to kiss me harshly, but he doesn’t.  He intoxicates me with his signature kiss.  His lips never leave mine as he rolls a nipple between his fingers and then moves south with his hand.  He slides a finger inside me, and growls into my mouth when he finds how wet I am.  His finger leaves me and he breaks our kiss momentarily to roll a condom on.  Pushing me back to the bed, I lie down and he climbs on top of me.  We begin to kiss again as he slowly sinks inside me.  My back arches off the bed and a low moan escapes my throat as Jeremy begins to thrust into me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he rains kisses over the scratch marks on my chest and cheek.

“Baby,” I breathe in his ear before taking the lobe in my mouth and sucking.  He pulls back from my hold and bends one of my knees until it’s nearly touching my breast.  Jeremy begins to slam into me and grind.  I can feel my orgasm building and then my body comes alive.  My fingernails dig into his ass cheeks as my body reaches its peak and I explode, moaning his name loudly.

“
Jeremy
.”

“Fuck.  Fucking, yeah, baby.  Tighten that sweet pussy around me,” Jeremy grunts as he rides me harder and harder before stilling and emptying himself inside me.  He gives me his body weight as we catch our breath. 

“I think I might have that shower,” I laugh.  My skin is shining with a thin sheen of sweat, and I feel all sticky.

“Go on in.  I’ll clean up here and meet you back in bed.”  Jeremy slides out of me and walks toward the bathroom to rid himself of the condom.  I jump up and grab my bag before making my way into the shower.
  After washing my body and enjoying the warm water run over me, I quickly dry myself and throw on my nightie and run a brush through my hair.  After quickly moisturizing my face, I walk back out into the bedroom.  Jeremy is laying on his bed with his back resting up against the headboard.  He’s got on a pair of Tazzy Devil cartoon boxer shorts and that’s it.  I take a minute to admire his perfectness.  His chest is golden from spending many a day out in the hot Northern Territory sun.  His well-defined abdominal muscles lead down to an edible V that makes my mouth water.  His brown hair is ruffled and his face is the picture of relaxed and happy. 

I snap out of my reverie and hop into bed with
him. 

“I love your cuddles,” I muse as he pulls me into his side.

“Feeling’s mutual, honey.”  His lips touch my forehead and I snuggle into him deeper.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”  I ask as I lay listening to him breathe.

“I thought you, me and Oscar could take a chopper and go have a picnic.”

“That sounds great.  Did you have a spot in mind?”

“Yeah, there’s a clearing I passed the other day.  It looks shady and green and there’s plenty of room to put the chopper down.  It looks like a good place to relax and there’s a stack of room for Oscar to play.  What do ya reckon?”

“Sounds fantastic.”  I smile up at him and kiss his stubbly jawline.

“You’re so perfect, Ava.  Being with you here, it just feels so right.  I’ve been dreaming about you being in my bed for as long as I can remember.  Now you’re finally here.”  His words fill my body with a warmth that can’t be explained.

“Jeremy,” I whisper in reply; not sure of what else to say.  I too, had been dreaming of being in his bed for as long as I
could remember.  Now I was here.  For the first time in my life, I felt whole.

“You’re mine, Ava.  Forever.  They’ll never be anyone else for me.  You own me,” he confesses.

“I’m yours, Sky Cowboy. Mind. Body. Soul.  Whether you want me or not, you’ve got me.”

“I know this is moving
quickly, honey, but I feel like I’ve been fighting for you my entire life, and now I’ve got you – I ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

“That sounds perfect to me.” I pucker my lips and touch them to his before swiping across his mouth with my tongue
.  He holds me tight for a moment before releasing me.

“I’m
gonna be wanting breakfast in bed in the morning,” Jeremy states.

“Is that so?” I laugh.

“Yep.”

“And what exactly would you like?”

He give me a look.  I can’t even describe it – it’s th
at…
sexy
.  Then he leans down and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my nightie, at the same time as his finger pushes aside my panties and slides inside me.  His thumb rolls over my clit and I gasp.  Releasing my nipple, he whisper rumbles, “Pussy.”

Oh. My. God.
  Believe me when I tell you there is nothing, and I mean
nothing,
sexier in this world than hearing the word ‘pussy’ roll off Jeremy Henley’s tongue while his fingers manipulate that exact spot on my body. H.O.T!!

“Oh, God.”  I didn’t want to wake Oscar, but I really wanted to enjoy Jeremy having his breakfast, so my moans were being drowned out by a pillow I had thrown over my face.

My body tenses and begins to pulse as my orgasm tears me apart from inside.  My hands in Jeremy’s hair begin to relax as my body comes down from the high, just as
he pulls back and kisses the insides of my thighs.  Gently nipping and sucking, he makes his way up my stomach until he reaches my mouth.  My tongue darts out and licks some of my arousal off his chin and then I suck his bottom lip between my teeth.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” Jeremy growls.

“So are you.” I smile my words back at him.

Taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking deep, Jeremy slides inside me in one swift thrust.  I cry out as pleasure engulfs the slight pain of my body adjusting to his width.  Rearing back on his knees, he then throws my legs over his shoulders and traps my arms by my side with his.  His hands near my shoulders are supporting most of his weight as he powerhouses me, over and over.  I feel it coming and it’s going to big.  He feels it too, and takes my mouth in a searing kiss as I moan my orgasm down his throat.  Releasing my legs, he continues to pump into me.  Harder and faster with every thrust.

“Give it to me again, honey,” he pants.

“I can’t,” I say on a long, drawn out moan.

“GIVE IT TO ME, AVA,” Jeremy bellows.

“
I can’t,
” I shriek back.  But I can.  I can feel it coming.  He can feel it too. 

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck

Jeremy pistons into me and grinds his pelvis hard and rough against mine.

“OH, FUUUUUUUUCK.”  I scream as my body erupts, convulsing in a mass of spine tingling sensations
.

“Yes, fuck yes, YES,
Ava
.”  He plants himself to the root and stills.  I can feel his cock jerking inside me as he fills me on a low groan.

“Daddy, D-A-D-D-Y.” We both freeze as we hear Oscar calling out to his father as he walks down the hall to Jeremy’s bedroom.
  Jeremy jumps off the bed and runs into the bathroom.  I reach over and find my discarded nightie.  I manage to get it on, and the covers pulled up, by the time Oscar bursts through the door.

“Ava. A-V-A,” Oscar shouts when he spots me.

“Good morning sweetheart.”  He climbs onto the bed and launches himself into my arms.

“Daddy loves Ava and now Ava loves daddy.  Now Ava can be Oscars mum. 
Wanna watch
Thomas
with Oscar?”

I spot Jeremy out of the corner of my eye and I know he’s heard Oscar’s words.

“
Daddy
.”  Oscar spots his father and bounds off the bed.  Jeremy swoops him up into his arms and cuddles him close to his chest. 

“Have a good sleep, buddy?”

“Yep. Ava is gonna be Oscar’s mummy.  Oscar is so excited.”  Oscar yells the words excitedly and then places his hands on his father’s cheek.  Then he squishes them together and lays a big kiss on his daddy’s mushed lips.  Jeremy laughs and lowers Oscar to the ground.

“Bye,” Oscars runs out of the room and we hear him racing toward the lounge room, no doubt to watch a
Thomas
DVD.

The kid is like a whirlwind
, I think on a smile.

I look over at Jeremy nervously.  That’s the second time Oscar has mentioned me being his mum and I need to tell Jeremy.

“Sorry about that,” Jeremy says, breaking the tense silence in the room.

“That’s okay.  I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, um, that’s not the first, um, time that Oscar has talked about me being his mum.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow at me and the entire room is suddenly filled with a furious energy.

“Pardon,” he bites out.

“I mean, he hasn’t said it a lot, just one other time.”  I say my words quickly in the hope that it will calm him down.  He’s angry with me for not telling him but I don’t think he should be this angry.

“Did you ever think that maybe you should tell me?  Did you ever think that I would want to know that my son was asking our fucking neighbor to be his mother?”

“Yes, but-,”

“Did it ever cross your mind that I would want to know that’s what my son is thinking about?  Or, was this all part of your plan?  Get into my pants and get yourself a readymade family.”  He’s shouting at me and he’s so worked up, his veins are protruding from his neck and his forehead is sporting little beads of sweat.

“That’s not fair, Jeremy,” I say.  My words are soft, partly because I’m hoping that if I’m quiet, he’ll lower his voice.  But mostly because I’m afraid if I speak any louder, or say any more words, that I’ll break down and start to cry.  His words are like a knife through the heart.

“No, Ava, it’s not fucking fair. It’s not fair that I didn’t even know that’s where my son’s head was at.  He’s never once mentioned anything to me about a mother figure.
Not once
.  It’s also not fucking fair that you did know, and you kept it from me.”  He turns his head to the ceiling and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly.  I watch him silently as he tries to regain his composure.

“I can’t do this shit right now,” he says on a resigned huff.

“W-what shit?” I ask hesitantly.

“This shit,” he waves his hand back and forth between himself and me, “I can’t do it.  Get your stuf
f together and take one of the Utes back to your parents place. I’ll organize one of the workers to come by and pick it up later.  I gotta go talk to my son.”  Then he walks out leaving me staring wide eyed after him. 

My heart thunders in my chest as rejection swims through my veins.  I feel like such an idiot.   I hear the front door slam and I quickly change my clothes, stuff my nightie in my overnight bag and pull the covers up on the bed before racing to the kitchen to pull on my work boots.  I grab a bottle of water on my way past the fridge and take off out the side door.  I won’t take one of his vehicles. He clearly wants nothing to
do with me and I don’t want to inconvenience him.  Besides, the walk home will do me good.  I can cry the entire way and beat up myself up about what a fuck up I am.  It’s a great idea.

This was a bad idea.  I’ve been walking for hours and it’s almost dark.  I don’t even know where I am.  I thought I would know the way but I seem to have lost track of my bearings.  I can’t see any sort of recognizable landmark to give me an indication of where I am. I’m lost.  My phone has about half a battery full of life but it’s useless because there are no bars of service.  My bottle of water is long gone and I’m so damn thirsty. I keep walking along slowly, hoping to come across something that will alert me to where I am, but so far there’s nothing.  My tears have long since dried up, but my eyes are sore from crying and my chest hurts because my heart feels broken.

The best thing about the impending darkness is that the heat from the sun is disappearing.  The worst thing is that nights can get chilly up here, especially if you’re not rugged up.  There’s also the threat of wild animals.  I’ve been walking all
day and I’m absolutely exhausted so I decide to take a break when I come across a suitable spot.  I need somewhere that’s sheltered but still somewhat out in the open.  I keep my eyes peeled as I continue walking. 

Up ahead, I spot what looks like
a dam bank, so I quicken my pace, hoping and praying I’m right.  The water will taste like shit and will probably be full of animal waste and more than likely there will be fish in it, but at this point I don’t care. My throat is so dry it feels like it’s cracking every time I swallow the measly bit of saliva I can muster up.  I walk up the compounded dirt mound and almost collapse from relief.  A massive dam, full of water, sits before me.  I take my empty water bottle and walk to the edge and fill it up.  The water is a murky brown colour and it smells, so I pinch my nose between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze my eyes shut before tipping the liquid down my throat.  I swallow greedily and it isn’t until I’ve finished drinking that the vile taste registers.  I swallow repeatedly, hoping to quell my urge to vomit.

“Oh god,” I groan.  I bend over and rest my hands on my knees as I try not to imagine what was in the water. My stomach is churning and the taste in my mouth is revolting.

I decide to refill my bottle (not because I want to drink it, but just in case I have to) and continue walking.  It will be dark in the next half an hour and if I have any hope of getting home tonight I have to find a landmark of some sort.  Otherwise, I will have to find somewhere to sleep for the night.

Tears sting my eyes but I fight them back.  The sun has fully set and
I’ve found a clump of bushes that will provide shelter for the night.  I break off some branches so I can climb inside. 
I wish I smoked cigarettes.
  At least then I’d have a lighter and I could start a fire.  Taking out the contents of my overnight bag, I put on each item of clothing and hope that the layers will keep me warm on what is sure to be a cold night.

I lay down and curl myself into a ball in an
effort to conserve my body heat.  I’m hungry because I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.  I’m tired because I’ve been walking all day.  My feet are killing for that very same reason.  I’m emotionally drained and my heart hurts.  Finally, I give into the tears that are threatening.  I sob quietly to myself while my brain replays Jeremy’s words that broke my heart.

I can’t do this shit right now.

Did it ever cross your mind that I would want to know that’s what my son is thinking about?  Or, was this all part of your plan?  Get into my pants and get yourself a readymade family.

I can’t do this shit right now.

No, Ava, it’s not fucking fair. It’s not fair that I didn’t even know that’s where my son’s head was at.  He’s never once mentioned anything to me about a mother figure. Not once.  It’s also not fucking fair that you did know, and you kept it from me.

I can’t do this shit right now.

I can’t do it.  Get your stuff together and take one of the Utes back to your parents place. I’ll organize one of the workers to come by and pick it up later.  I gotta go talk to my son.

I can’t do this shit right now.

I can’t do this shit right now.

I can’t do this shit right now.

Over and over the words swirl in my head.  They all mush together until eventually I can’t make sense of them and I start to get a headache.

With tears still running down my face, I start to sing myself to sleep.

Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride,

Lessons in life are
gonna show you in time,

Soon enough you
gonna know why,

It's
gonna hurt every now and then,

If you fall get back on again,

Cowgirls don't cry.

“Ava, baby, wake up.  Wake up, honey.  I’m so sorry.  We’ll work everything out, just please forgive me.”  I
am lying in Jeremy’s strong arms and he’s cradling me; rocking me gently.

“I forgive you, Jeremy.  I’m sorry
, too.  I should have told you about what Oscar said, as soon as he said it.”