Page 2 of Rope Me

The little traitors march obediently toward the Jeep. I take in the sight of their manicured haircuts. These dogs ain’t made for farm life and neither is their Mama from the looks of it. I turnmy attention to the mouthwatering curves of the ass suspended in front of me and try to keep it in my pants.

I may be pent-up, but I’m not a creep. I’m going to help her down like the gentleman I am. Then I’m making a note to myself to hit the bar scene somewhere outside of Sagebrush. I need sex, not another responsibility. This ranch keeps me plenty busy.

Maybe I’ll head down to Findlay Farms for the weekend.

“No, don’t worry about me. They can’t reach on their own.” She uses her one free hand to wave me away.

Her words stop me in my tracks.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“No! They’ll get lost out here.” She continues to struggle to free herself and the wind does nothing to help. Her hair whips across her face. “Please, put them in the car. I can wait.”

I let out a huff. Against my better judgment and the laws of nature, I march back towards the dogs. I scoop them up one by one and deposit them into the Jeep, slamming the door behind them.

When I turn back, the woman is still as stuck as ever. Her pant leg is torn and her boot is caught worse than I thought. I pull her boot off her foot and wriggle her jeans out of the wire. “You can climb down.”

But she doesn’t move. The woman stays clutching the top of the post for dear life.

“Okay, come here.” I make the decision for her and step up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I tug both of us backward. She gives in to me, but her pant leg snags when the fence finally lets go.

It twists and turns her body until she’s facing me. The force of the release sends her careening into my chest and we tumble backward onto the ground. When we stop, she’s on top of me, straddling my lap. Her long hair spills over her face and aroundus like a curtain. Her mouthwatering tits press together under her thin white T-shirt.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to bury my face right there in her cleavage. Even though I keep it under control, I know she can feel the massive bulge growing in my pants that refuses to listen to reason.

She lets out an awkward laugh as she tries to get to her feet and I can’t help but join in. But the unsteady, red, dirt beneath us doesn’t do her any favors. She manages to toss her head back, flipping her hair out of her face. When she does, her hips rock into me. Heat shoots down my spine and I put a hand to the curve of her waist to steady her. My dick twitches and strains in response. She either doesn’t notice it or doesn’t acknowledge it. Either way, I’m gratefully heading for a cold shower after this.

Then our eyes meet, and my heart stops.

“Cassidy Bellcourt?”

Her eyes widen with recognition as she scans my face. I wonder what I must look like to her after all these years. It’s been ten, maybe fifteen since I’ve seen her. After a frozen beat, she scrambles off me with a new motivation.

“Alexander… hi.” She stands, shakily on the single boot she’s got left. Her socked foot presses into her calf for balance as she attempts to brush the mud off her jeans.“You’ve grown up.”

I push myself off the ground, taking in the sight of my childhood babysitter. Cassidy Bellcourt—or Cassidy Knowles, as she was called back then before she married Randolph Bellcourt and became the first lady of Sagebrush Creek.

Cassidy is only five, maybe six years older than me if I remember correctly. As the oldest of my siblings, I never thought I needed her to watch me back then. I do the math in my head… That puts her around forty years old. But that seems impossible. She looks exactly the same as I remember her… absolutely stunning.

“It’s just Alex now,” I say, brushing the dirt off my slacks.

“Right. Of course.” She gives a small, sheepish smile, her full lips tugging upward. “In that case, I should tell you that it’s Cassidy Knowles… again. I, uh, changed my name back after the divorce was finalized.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. But I like the sound of that.” I run a hand across the tight muscles on the back of my neck.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear it on that damned podcast. If I ever find out who's behind it I’m going to take that stupid voice changer and…” She chatters on and I revel in being this close to her again.

Her voice stirs old memories. I was a child with no mother. In a house full of boys with an alcoholic father, Cassidy was an anomaly. As a kid, I remember her smelling like fresh flowers. She baked cookies with us in the kitchen and read us books before bed.

As a teenager, though, things changed. She came to babysit the younger half of the Kingridge boys, but I used the time to watch her. Even without the age gap she was out of my league back then. But that didn’t stop me from memorizing every curve of her body and fantasizing about what it’d be like to kiss her full lips.

Her balance wavers and I scoop her into my arms.

She lets out a shriek of laughter. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Stop it.” I chuckle as I fireman-carry her four steps to the bale of hay just outside of Thrusty’s pen. “Here, let me grab your sacrificial boot over there.”

“Well, thank you for rescuing me.” She rolls her eyes and it’s playful. I don’t miss the way her face flushes pink and I wonder if it’s my touch that’s pulling a reaction from her or embarrassment.

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