Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

There were clouds in the sky but they were the pretty fluffy kind that looked like cotton balls that had been stretched out by unseen hands. A barely warm breeze blew through the kitchen window, making my hair tickle the side of my face, neck and even dance along my bare shoulders. I set down the sharp knife I’d been using to slice up green peppers so I wouldn’t cut myself while I ogled my husband.

For the last two years he’d been mine exclusively in the eyes of God and the law, but he was mine before we even met. Eric was the best consolation prize ever for a popped tire on the side of a rough country road. He just happened to be passing by while I was doing battle with the crossbar to loosen the lug nuts.

I’ll never forget the way he swaggered toward me in those tight jeans with his wheat blond hair pulled back by a leather cord at the nape of his long neck. There was a delectable dusting of sandy blond scruff on his jaw and his eyes were a piercing shade of teal/blue I couldn’t seem to look away from. Unfortunately my momentum backfired on me and I ended up falling flat on my ass.

He was a total knight in shining pickup truck although I was just stubborn enough to insist I didn’t need help. That didn’t stop Eric from grabbing me around my waist and pulling me out of the way so he could finish changing my tire himself. I would have been angrier with him for manhandling me if it wasn’t for the delicious shimmer of sweat on his tan, bare arms as he worked. He was built beautifully and being crouched down like he was, I was pretty sure he had one of the best asses I’d ever seen. His body was built for tight fitting Wranglers and I was pretty sure he damn well knew it.

He was a cocky ole boy and when he asked me out on a date, I was tempted to say no but I agreed before I was able to tease him like I wanted. By the end of our first date I knew I was going to fall head over heels in love with him. Six months later we were married in an outdoor ceremony right here on the ranch.

It was a perfect day, a lot like the one I was currently living. Our wedding was small, considering the number of people we both knew but it was exactly what we wanted. I wore a white summer dress and he wore the same thing he always wore- jeans and a plaid shirt. It was probably the most casual wedding ever but it suited us.

I moaned in appreciation when Eric slid off his horse. God, that ass just didn’t quit. Ever. I was a lucky lady. I also needed to get a move on so we could go enjoy our picnic. I finished slicing up the peppers and hummed along to the Tim McGraw song on the radio.

I heard the thunk of Eric’s boots on the back steps and smiled to myself as I finished putting together our sandwiches. My husband was definitely the bigger carnivore of the two of us and our sandwiches reflected that. The screen door creaked open and then Eric was walking toward me. He stopped when he was behind me and kissed the top of my head.

“That looks delicious,” he said and kissed the side of my neck.

“It’s just a sandwich,” I smiled over my shoulder.

“I wasn’t talkin’ about the sandwiches,” he kissed me quickly and then pulled back. “I’m gonna shower up quick.”

“Good. You smell like the stable and sweat,” I teased him.

“And a little like hay, I bet,” he smirked and trailed his calloused fingers down my spine.

Ah yes. With the heat the night before we’d taken an old quilt out to the stable and slept up on a hay mound in the loft. With the doors wide open we’d gotten a nice breeze. Of course we slept naked. I’d long ago given up on pajamas and it was still mostly dark outside when I’d woken up with Eric’s face buried between my thighs. It wasn’t the first time we’d made love outdoors and it wouldn’t be the last.

“You’re insatiable,” I said as I wrapped the sandwiches in plastic wrap.

“Yes ma’am,” he winked and then playfully slapped my behind on his way up the back steps to the second floor of the old farmhouse.

I heard the start of running water overhead and went to the pantry to retrieve the old picnic basket in there. I filled it with our sandwiches, potato salad, some sliced up fresh fruit and the little chocolate cake I’d baked especially for this lunch. Eric didn’t have many vices but he did have one heck of a sweet tooth.

I put a couple of beers into the cooler along with a pair of diet sodas. Usually I’d be drinking beer with him, but we had recently decided we wanted to have a baby, so that meant no more beers for me just to be on the safe side. We were ready for the challenge of being parents and the idea of Eric cradling a teeny baby in his arms made my ovaries swoon.

Ten minutes later I was outside loading things into the bed of my old truck. I was closing the gate when I hear the bounce of the screen door closing. I turned in time to see Eric coming toward me with a bouquet of daisies in his hand and I smiled at him. I loved the simple beauty of them and Eric had laughed when I told him those were my favorite flower way back when we first started seeing each other.

“These are for you,” he handed them to me as he approached.

“Now who looks delicious?” I looked him up and down. Damn, he cleaned up nice.

He kissed me in a way that made my toes curl but then that was the only way he knew how. It was our first kiss that sealed the deal. Something had told me I would never find anyone else like him. So even though the way we first met and the way he’d sort of thrust himself into my life was unconventional, there was something about him that had made it impossible to walk away from. Eric was the confident sort who wasn’t good at being told no and I have a feeling if I had tried to decline that first date, he would have kept at it until I changed my mind. In short, my husband was every bit as strong willed as the mustang that was trotting around the corral a couple hundred yards to the west.

“The flowers are beautiful,” I smiled up at him.

“They suit you,” he kissed my forehead and took the truck keys when I offered them.

We climbed into the truck and I plucked one of the daisies from the bunch to tuck it behind my ear. Eric didn’t even bother to try and pretend like he wasn’t checking me out as he drove down the mile long driveway that led to the main road. I was wearing a grass green summer dress that left very little to the imagination and nothing under it. Eric didn’t know that but he would find out. I put my feet up and out the window, and leaned toward Eric. He shifted his arm so I was resting against his chest and the arm around me meant his hand dipped into the bust of my dress. His fingers teased my nipple absently, almost like he was playing with my hair instead.

Sugarland played quietly on the radio as he drove to the hidden meadow where we had picnicked before. By the time we got to the meadow my panties would have been wet if I had been wearing any. The breeze blowing in kept lifting my skirt but I was careful not to let it billow up too much.

Eric parked the truck under a large tree and I didn’t want to move. I was so comfortable all stretched out on the seat like I was. But I heard the growl of Eric’s stomach and I forced myself out of the truck. I spread out the old quilt while he grabbed the picnic basket for me. I kicked off my flip flops to unpack our meal while he went back for the cooler.

I got the food spread out and Eric turned up the radio a little bit so we could hear it from the blanket a few feet away. He knelt down beside me and opened the cooler while I scooped potato salad onto his plate.

“Soda or beer?” He asked me.

“Soda,” I smiled over at him. “If there’s a mini me baking in here it doesn’t need to be beer battered.”

Eric chuckled and twisted off the top of the bottle for me. I’d picked them up especially for the picnic. Eric twisted open a bottle of beer and took a sip before taking his plate from me. He shifted his position on the blanket and then unwrapped his sandwich. I made my own plate and then got comfortable next to him. I’d picked a spot where half of the blanket would be under the shade but my feet were in the sunshine.

“You know, I was kind of hoping it would be a rainy day today,” Eric said with a devilish smile on his face.

“Yeah, but this is nice too,” I said knowing full well what he had in store.

He was verbally pouting because rainy days around our house meant we were more likely than not to spend them in bed and there were fewer places Eric liked to be with me than our bed. Although, he was known to make the shower, kitchen table and the cab of the truck work just fine too. In fact, the first time we had sex was when we got caught in a thunderstorm and ended up in the stable for shelter since it was closer than the house. We were both soaked to the bone and a little chilled from the early fall rain we’d been pelted with. I took him up to the loft and it was up there in the hay (on a blanket, of course) that we found all kinds of ways to keep each other warm while we waited for the storm to pass.

“Did you put bacon in this?” Eric gestured to the potato salad and I nodded. My husband also loves bacon. A lot.

If I didn’t love horses so much I probably would have been a chef. Eric has been the benefactor of most of my experimenting in the last couple of years and it’s a rare thing for me to come up with something that makes him cringe. But I’ve also taught him a thing or two. He’s just the cutest sous chef ever.

“I’m glad you like it,” I took a bite of my sandwich.

The bread was homemade sourdough that I’d put together the day before. I made my own mayonnaise and the vegetables were from my own garden around back of the house. Well, minus the lettuce, but the tomatoes and peppers I’d grown myself. It hit me while I was sitting there eating lunch that I was dangerously close to being the perfect little housewife. When the hell did that happen?

“What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” Eric looked at me curiously.

I shook myself and said, “Oh its nothing. I was just thinking about how much my life has changed since I met you.”

His eyebrows raised and he set down his plate. “You aren’t going to divorce me, are you? That wasn’t exactly a happy face.”

“You hush!” I slapped his arm. “You’re stuck with me for better or worse until one of us dies, and you should know that if it’s me I plan to haunt you.”

Eric laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Lover, if you die first I won’t be far behind.”

“Sweet talker,” I smirked at him.

Eric reached for my hand and let his thumb run over my wedding ring that matched his. It was a simple white gold band with ‘forever’ in Swedish engraved on the inside. He spoke the language very well, having learned it from his grandfather as a child.

“I’m serious, Sookie. My life would be a disaster without you in it,” he looked deep into my eyes.

“Oh come on. You would find a hot little thing to take my place in no time,” I said dismissively and it was obvious Eric was offended by what I’d said.

“You really think I could replace you at all, let alone that simply? You’re it for me. If I lost you it would kill me. There would be no replacing you. I would mourn you for the rest of my life,” Eric said sincerely and I set down my plate so I could climb onto his lap.

“I didn’t mean to make light of your feelings. I’m sorry if I hurt you,” I held his face in my hands.

“It scares me sometimes how much I love you,” his eyes were intense.

“Yeah, it scares me too,” I smiled at him. “And just so you know, I know I could never replace you either.”

“Obviously,” his cocky swagger returning as quickly as it left.

With that little bit of drama out of the way we finished eating lunch and then stretched out in the sunshine together. Johnny Cash floated through the air. Eric’s hand held mine and it didn’t take long for the two of us to drift off. I don’t know that I ever really fell asleep but I was definitely in that super relaxed in between stage.

Between the warmth of the sunshine, the smell of honeysuckle in the air and the giant man pillow I was laying on, I couldn’t have been more comfortable. It was perfect. Then a stiff breeze came up and blew my skirt up over my hips. I smoothed it back down but the growl I heard under my ear told me my secret was out.

“Lover, did you forget to put your panties on today?” His free hand started to creep under my skirt but I batted it away.

“I’m half asleep,” I smiled with my eyes closed.

“You won’t stay that way,” he promised in a low, sultry tone that promised all sorts of delicious things.

Just as I was about to give in our wedding song came on the radio and instead I was on my feet, insisting that he dance with me. I loved the Zac Brown Band and it just so happened our wedding song was the first one I heard the day I met Eric. I’d just gotten in my truck and it was just starting. I wasn’t usually one to put much stock in signs but I knew from the echo across the otherwise quiet country road that Eric was listening to the same song. Making that our wedding song was a given, and really even though it was about a man finding the right woman and not being sure what it is about her that he’s so drawn to, I could safely say I felt the same way about Eric in the beginning. Hell, I’m still not sure what it is, exactly, that I’m so addicted to but I don’t suppose it matters.

We danced through the Zac Brown Band, Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood and Garth Brooks. It was a Taylor Swift song that made us both cringe since neither of us were fans. I went over to pick up the blanket to fold it up so we could head home for the day. I wasn’t opposed to getting frisky outdoors but I would feel more comfortable doing so on my own property.

What I didn’t realize was that in bending down I was flashing my very ready to fool around husband. I could feel his eyes on me while I folded the blanket but when I got to the back of the truck I found myself boxed in against the down gate. Eric’s nose pushed my hair away from my neck and his breath replaced it. His hands moved to settle on my hips and pull me back against him. Yep, he was definitely ready to fool around.

Saying no to him was never my strong suit so it was no surprise that when he turned me around to kiss me I didn’t push him away. Instead I melted into him and when he lifted me up onto the open gate of the truck, his hands moved to lower the thin straps of my dress. His kisses landed on my neck while his hands cupped my breasts and the realization that I wasn’t wearing anything at all under my dress left him growling against my throat.

“You should never be allowed to get dressed,” he told me and I laughed quietly.

“I don’t think that’d go over well in church,” I snickered and reached behind him to grab the ass that didn’t quit and pull him closer to me.

He bent at the waist to draw one of my nipples into his mouth. He felt about my breasts the way I did about his backside and had just as much trouble keeping his hands off of them. I ended up lying back in the truck bed and it didn’t take Eric long to get under my skirt like he’d wanted to since he discovered he wasn’t the only one who could go commando.

Before Eric all of my other boyfriends had been relatively straight laced, good old boys who were raised with the same traditional southern manners I was. Eric was a little more adventurous and he brought out a wilder side of me I didn’t know existed until I met him. He made it okay for me to cut loose and try new things. He explained once that it was a bit of a rush for him since it was like experiencing something for a second first time but through my eyes.

As a result I’d done a lot of things I never thought I would do and even though it wasn’t always something I came away from absolutely loving, I figured I was an experience richer. If nothing else it was a good exercise in trust because I knew Eric would back off if I ever felt uncomfortable with whatever it was we were doing.

His breath ghosted over my thighs and then his lips grazed a trail up toward my center and I heard an appreciative grunt before I felt the first pass of his tongue over my lower lips. The man was talented in pretty much all areas regarding sex but he was particularly skilled in the oral area and he could do things with his tongue that never failed to make me scream and beg for more. If I let him, he would happily spend hours with his face buried between my thighs finding new ways to make me cum.

He knew the right balance of speed and pressure, as well as fingers versus tongue to get the best reaction out of me. He could get me off in a matter of minutes or he could draw it out for what seemed like hours before he would finally send me hurdling over the edge into an orgasm so intense I damn near went temporarily blind because of it. It was obvious to me almost immediately that Eric was prepared to do some of his best work that afternoon. My hips started to rise and he held me down gently in response, putting pressure on just the right part of my lower belly while his fingers pumped in and out of me and his tongue moved furiously against my clit.

My muscles started to flutter around his fingers which he began to scissor inside me. My eyes rolled back and my hands went to my breasts, plucking and twisting my nipples a little the way he would do it. The added stimulation only heightened my pleasure and made me writhe a little more. He looked up at me and in those moments his eyes were as bright as the clear blue sky. Eric nipped and sucked at my lips for a moment before latching onto my clit and sucking hard. His fingers curled expertly and stroked against the sweet spot that only he had ever found.

My hands flew into his hair, holding him to me as my orgasm ignited the rest of me. My toes curled around the edge of the gate and I felt the gush of my release on his hand. His fingers withdrew only to be replaced with his tongue. I shook and gasped for air while his tongue probed me, attempting to lap up the juices that had spilled. I was still settling back into my own body when I looked down to see him suck his fingers into his mouth. He moaned in appreciation as he stood up.

I sat up at the same time and while he bent to kiss me, the taste of my orgasm lingering on his lips, I got his jeans open and pushed down carefully. As I knew he would be, he was hard and ready to go. My hand circled his cock and stroked slowly at first while his tongue was still brushing against mine. I pulled away from his kiss to change my position and got on my knees, bracing myself on my elbows in front of him.

Just as his head was sliding between my lips, he flipped my skirt up over my hips and his long torso allowed him to bend far enough that he could slide his fingers into me again from behind. His fingers pumped shallowly while my head bobbed up and down on his cock. I went slowly at first, using my hand in tandem with my mouth. I looked up at him to see he was looking down at me. If I wouldn’t have braided the front of my hair back away from my face, no doubt he would have had his hand firmly grasping it, guiding my head up and down.

His hips began to rock a little, a sure sign he was close to cumming. I let him a little deeper down my throat and it wasn’t until he was right on the edge of his release that he forced my head back. He pulled me upright and kissed me hard, lifting me off the truck at the same time. He set me down on my feet and after breaking the kiss, he spun me around and bent me over the gate. It was the perfect height and without hesitation, he slid inside me.

We groaned at the same time as he filled me and he gathered my hands behind my back and held them in one of his so he could hold me steady while he slid in and out at a slow, teasing pace. He did that to give my body time to adjust but when I started to back up to meet his thrusts he released my hands and grabbed one of my legs and propped it up on the gate. He grabbed my shoulders and began to pound into me fast and hard.

Thank God I had the semi-folded blanket under me because rubbing against the rusty old truck gate would not have been fun for me. With my hands free he guided one down to my pussy and with his fingers covering mine, we both rubbed my clit. When my leg started to give out Eric pulled out of me and turned me around again. I was so tempted to drop to my knees and suck him off right then and there but before I could do it, he lifted me up onto the gate again.

He pulled me to the edge of it by my hips and rested one of my legs up on his shoulder. The man never seemed to run out of positions to get me into and I enjoyed every one of them. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit in slow circles, his eyes locked on mine as he did it.

“Mmm… baby, fuck me,” I moaned, desperate to have him inside me again.

“As you wish,” he gave a lazy smirk that was so dead on Farm Boy that I nearly came just from that alone.

He pushed inside me again and his hands moved to my breasts, cupping and squeezing while he pounded into me. I braced myself on my elbows so my head wouldn’t smack against the truck bed under the force of his thrusts. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipples and when my leg on his shoulder fell to the side, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. His pretty golden hair tickled my face and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me as I reached up to hold it back for him.

“Do you have,” he punctuated his words with the trust of his hips, “Any idea how much I love you?”

Eric bit my earlobe gently and tugged on it just a little before trailing kisses down my neck His stamina was impressive but I knew by the intensity of his strokes that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I brought my hand down and rubbed my clit, knowing how hot he thought it was when I got myself off. He didn’t see it as a slap in the face the way some guys did. What mattered to Eric was that I enjoyed myself just as much as he did. Whether that meant helping myself along or him doing it for me it didn’t matter.

“Det är det älskare,” he said as his eyes went back and forth between watching my hand and the bounce of my breasts as he fucked me. “Kom på min kuk.”

Oh, the dirty talk… and in Swedish. I couldn’t make out all of what he said but I knew he called me lover. Whatever else he said didn’t matter because it was enough to push me over the edge and I screamed his name when I came. I grabbed onto a fistful of the quilt beneath me, and I was still feeling those convulsions and tremors inside me when he came, too. He fell forward but caught himself on his hands. Slowly he lowered his face to mine, still stroking inside me slowly as his lips met mine.

The thought briefly crossed my mind that at any moment I could end up pregnant and that just brought tears to my eyes. I really, really wanted to have a baby. I never thought I would want it so badly but like with so many other things in my life, Eric brought that out of me. I wanted to give him everything he wanted in life and in my mind I could see him walking a horse around the corral with a little boy that was his spitting image sitting up on the saddle. I wondered how many kids we would have before we called it quits.

“How many kids do you want?” I asked out of nowhere since it was what happened to be on my mind at the moment.

Eric pulled out of me and slid up onto the gate next to me. He pulled my skirt down, which I appreciated, and I sat up to fix the top half. He watched appreciatively and waited until he had my full attention again before asking, “How many do you want to give me?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged and smiled at him. “Until you I never really thought much about having kids. It was always in the periphery somewhere but it wasn’t something that I gave a whole lot of thought about. I figured if it happened; it happened.”

“And you’ve decided the world needs more giants with blond hair and blue eyes?” Eric chuckled.

“Oh, I’m not sure the world can handle a carbon copy of you,” I laughed and leaned against him. “Besides, just imagine if we had all daughters.”

Eric growled at that and said, “I hope you don’t mind them all growing up to be nuns.”

I rolled my eyes and slid off the truck to stand between his knees instead. His pants were still open and he hadn’t tucked himself away yet. “So I guess that means you never want to catch them in a position like this?” I asked while palming his cock.

“Sookie,” he said through a clenched jaw in a tone of warning.

I gave him a devilish grin and then lowered my head. I wasn’t done with him yet.

oOo ~ oOo ~ oOo

Three weeks later we trotted along on our favorite trail that would lead us to a hilltop that overlooked a pretty, lush valley. The weather was starting to change and we were edging out of summer and into the early stages of fall. The nights were getting chillier without a sweater and jeans on, so that was exactly what I was wearing. Eric was in his usual pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt.

We chased each other through the woods, with me on my golden Palomino named Lorelei after Marilyn Monroe’s character in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and Eric on his jet black Mustang, Rocklin, named for John Wayne’s character in the movie Tall in the Saddle. How’s that for appropriate? We got up to the bluff just in time to catch the sunset and even though I didn’t need it, Eric came over to help me dismount from my horse. I’d been riding horses since before I could drive a car.

We sat together in the grass and the horses meandered to graze a little while we watched the sky change colors. I reached into the pocket of my pullover sweater and my hand curled around the little plastic stick inside. I smiled, knowing I was about to give him a serious case of permagrin.

I’d thought about faking a flat tire and having him come up to that bend in the road where we first met to tell him but that seemed too contrived. My news was a big deal but I liked the simplicity of telling him in a more casual place and I didn’t want to freak him out beforehand. So there we sat on the dying grass with my head leaned against his shoulder, watching the last of the sunlight as it disappeared from the sky.

“So I’ve been thinking about redecorating that room next to ours,” I said casually, knowing Eric would probably think it was just another of my weekend projects. I was always doing something to the house. One room at a time, I was slowly making it into ours instead of my Gran’s.

“Oh yeah? What brought that on?” he asked without taking his eyes from the horizon.

I pulled my hand from my pocket and dropped the pregnancy test on his leg. Eric looked down and sat forward so quickly I almost fell back into the grass. I watched his face as he realized what I was telling him and I swear he smiled so big I could see all of his teeth.

“Really?” he looked over at me after staring at the little plus sign for a minute.

“Really. That’s the third test I took. I wanted to be sure before I told you. I have a doctor’s appointment in three days. Think you can work that into your schedule?” I smiled at him and got myself tackled back onto the grass for it.

“Baby, for you I will clear my schedule,” he said as if I should know that already, and I did. “When is it coming?”

I giggled at the way he phrased his question, my mind immediately going to the gutter, but I knew he was talking about the baby. “I’m guessing I got pregnant sometime in August, so the baby should be here in May.”

“If it’s a girl, she’s going to be a nun,” Eric predicted and I laughed while running my fingers through his hair.

He hovered over me like a giant man blanket and dipped down to kiss me softly. I smiled up at him and asked, “Why Mr. Northman, is that a pregnancy test pressed between us or are you just happy to see me?”

“Both,” he said against my lips and then gave up another one of those kisses that made my toes curl.

God, I am so in love with this man.

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