Page 9 of Cowboy Bodyguard
Jack wraps his good arm around me, and we head out of the depressing building. We need to be alone with each other to get past what we’ve been through over the last several hours.
We’re quiet in the backseat of the squad car that takes us to the ranch. We simply sit, and cling to each other. Once in a while, Jack places a kiss on the top of my head, and I look up into his eyes and see the worry that remains there. I’m safe, so I know the worry has nothing to do with me. It must be about the damage to the ranch, his injured men, and whether or not all the animals survived the rampage.
The blackened ruins of the barn come into view, and even with the windows rolled up we can smell the still smoldering ashes. Tears roll down my face, and I stammer, “I’m so sorry, Jack. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do to save the barn.”
“It’s okay, baby. You saved the horses despite your fear of fire, and you’re alive. That’s all that matters,” Jack says as he hugs me tight.
“The men! Are they okay?” I finally remember to ask.
“Hank called the Marshalls to give me a message. The men are in the hospital. The wounds aren’t deadly. They’re resting comfortably, and will receive a big bonus from me. It’s because of them that there wasn’t more accelerant on the barn to make it burn faster,” he explains.
Hank opens the car door for us, and starts giving us an update. “The horses are fine. They’re a bit skittish, but that will pass. I put them in the small barn for now. As soon as the investigation is over the fire is finished, we’re all set to rebuild. The cats made a home on the porch. I hope you don’t mind.”
Jack holds up a hand to stop the chatter. “We’ll talk later, Hank. Leave us be for now.”
Inside the house, I insist on checking Jack’s arm. He argues that he needs a shower first. He’s right, and I need one too. I’ve forgotten how dirty I am. My worry has been for Jack, and his has been for me. What a pair we are!
He takes my hand, and leads me to the bathroom. “No! Jack, you go first,” I insist.
“Together,” he commands, with a sexy grin.
Our filthy clothes hit the floor, and we sigh as the hot water streams over our exhausted bodies. I grab the soap, and start rubbing it over Jack. I feel his cock rise to attention as my hands roam over his muscular body. Nothing keeps a good man down!
His tongue delves deep into my mouth, and dances with my tongue. My soapy hand finds his stiff member, and gives it a squeeze. Jack groans, bites my lip, and covers my wayward hand with his own.
“Move faster, sweet thing,” he says, and guides my hand in the rhythm he prefers.
I love the way he feels in my hand. He’s hard, long, thick, and warm. Each stroke makes him pulse. It’s not long before his cock comes to life, and it’s difficult to hang on as it convulses. Hot liquid spills over my hand, and splatters my belly.
Jack growls, and drops to his knees. Before I know it, my legs are spread wide, and his fingers are moving inside me. His mouth covers my mound, and his hot tongue is playing with my clit; licking, sucking, and nibbling.
I can’t breathe as the pressure builds. It’s almost too much to bear, yet it feels so good.
“Come for me, cowgirl. I need my Lizzie’s version of fine whiskey,” Jack demands.
His words send me over the top. My hot walls clench tightly. The pulses send warm liquid pouring over his fingers, and down my thighs. Jack laps it up in a way that makes the orgasm begin again. By the time he’s done, I’ve come three times, and can’t stand on my own.
Jack has a cure for that issue. Even though it must cause his injured arm great pain, he lifts me up. “Wrap your legs around me, and guide me inside your pussy, darlin’.”
Enthusiastically, I obey. Jack’s cock fills me all the way to my womb. I rock against him, and he smiles. “This is where I belong. This is home,” he says, and I know I’ll never be able to let him go. I love this man so much.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and hang on for the ride. I sob his name as we come together. His seed fills me with warmth, and love. He’s right. This is where he belongs. I shatter around his thick cock, then go limp.
Chapter 11~Jack
The trial is rough on Lizzie. She’s sobbing on the stand as she tells the story of watching the man burn to death. She chokes on the words when she mentions his screams, and completely loses it over remembering the smell of burning flesh.
“That’s enough!” I shout into the courtroom. “Don’t make her do this anymore.”
The judge pounds his gavel, and orders, “Quiet in the courtroom, or we’ll drag you out of here!”
“Your honor,” the prosecutor says, “Can’t we let her off the stand. We’ve got the recording in evidence. Can’t you see that this is killing her?”
“Pictures don’t tell the whole story. They don’t give us the screams, or the smell. Finish the testimony,” the judge replies.
Joey is smirking from his seat, and I want to kill him right there in front of everyone. A trial is too good for his sorry ass. He should be dead just like the ugly man I shot.
My heart aches for Lizzie, and there’s nothing I can do to help her. She stares into my eyes for courage, and finishes her testimony. I’m so proud of my cowgirl. She’s stronger than she thinks.