Page 11 of The Cowboy's Witchy Second Chance
Ford slides his hands up my arms, making them go above my head, and pins my wrists down as he fucks me. He catches my bouncing tits in his mouth from time to time, making me groan out.
“You’re so gorgeous, Al.”
At this, I wrap my legs around him, pushing him into me deeper. Ford grunts and curses as he climaxes on top of me. We climb under the covers and snuggle until dinner.
8
Ford
I move in with Alona right after Halloween. This was her idea when I brought up the idea of marriage.
“How about we do things a little more modern to start with?” she asked.
And I was fine with that. I just want to be with her.
I stay working at the dude ranch, since Alona is happy with Victor and Dale’s work ethic at her farm. The first few weeks of November fly by with us unpacking my things and figuring out what to do with everything.
The Friday before Thanksgiving, I come home to find Alona on her cell.
“Yes, I am sure Ford will be fine with it. I’ll double check with Clementine, since she is hosting, but I’m sure she will say the more the merrier. I can’t wait to see you!”
Alona hangs up and turns to me.
“Welcome home, sexy,” she says as she gives me a kiss. “So, our guest room is about to have someone sleeping in it for the holiday.”
“Someone you know, I hope.” I joke.
“Yes, goober. You know my friend who is a cat shifter? Dinah? Well, her Thanksgiving plans fell through, and first I’ll make sure Clem is cool with it, but I invited her for turkey day.”
“I’m sure Clem will be cool with it. If not, we can always figure something out so that Dinah isn’t alone on Thanksgiving.”
Alona grins at me, pulling me close to her.
“My boyfriend is such a quality hottie.”
I laugh and give her a kiss.
Ravenhart Mountain Dude Ranch always hosts a packed Thanksgiving. This year, my fellow cowpoke, Amos, flew home to see his family, but otherwise all the usual folk are here. Plus Dinah. Who blends in really well with everyone.
The children play basketball outside after dinner while we adults laze around with full bellies.
“So, Dinah, how do you know Alona?” Jasper, another Brooks brother, asks after dinner.
“We were roommates when we both lived in Chicago many moons ago.”
“Oh, I love Chicago,” he replies.
“It is a great city. I miss it, but not enough to move back. Actually,” Dinah turns to Alona, “I think I am over Utah. I may move again.”
My girlfriend and Dinah are discussing potential places to move when Wyatt's son, Paul, bursts into the room.
“Is it time for pie yet?”
Jasper stands up, clapping his hands together, and replies, “It’s always time for pie.”
On Saturday, we take Dinah on a hike up to Ravenhart Ridge, which looks out onto Corvid Valley.
“Wow,” Dinah says when she takes in the view, “your hometown is stunning, Al. I hate that I am leaving tomorrow.”
