Page 5 of The Cowboy's Witchy Second Chance
“I’ll be including some spells in some soaps I will make here. Working all of that out now.”
“That’s really cool. I’m happy for you.”
For the rest of the day, Ford works on various projects he finds on the ranch. When he leaves in the evening, he gives me his signature sexy smile.
“See you tomorrow.”
After dinner, I run myself a hot bubble bath. I have been non stop thinking about Ford, and his buff chest, all evening long. I don’t know why I am doing this to myself. We have far too much baggage between us to ever attempt rekindling what we shared eons ago.
Soaking in the tub, I close my eyes and listen to the Celtic guitar album that’s playing from my bedroom. Ford’s bare chest keeps popping into my head and my pussy demands attention. Maybe if I just get myself off and release this urge, I can go back to not caring about Ford Ackerman.
Sliding my hand into the soapy water, I find my swollen, throbbing clit with my hands. I picture Ford touching me down there, slipping his rough, rancher fingers inside of me. I want his mouth on me. On my breasts, on my clitoris. Even in high school, he loved to go down on me, and he was good at making me come quickly. I can only imagine what adult Ford is like now in bed.
As I rub myself, I imagine him tossing me on the bed and taking over. I want him to pin my wrists to the bed as he has his way with me. Licking my tits, teasing my swollen lips with the head of his cock.
I remember how good he would feel inside my tight pussy. Ford’s cock was the perfect fit, in my opinion. Nice and thick. So thick that I found it difficult to go down on him, but the way he felt inside of me was incredible. Most of my girlfriends in high school never orgasmed with their boyfriends, but not me. Ford would send me over the edge every time.
Remembering how good he felt fucking me throws me off a cliff in the tub. I come so hard I accidentally kick water out onto the floor and yell loudly enough that I am sure the goats heard.
4
Ford
I spend two weeks helping at Alona’s Nigerian dwarf dairy goat farm, primarily fixing various things on the ranch that her great aunt let go. Being near her again stirs up decades’ old feelings, which I am not sure how to handle. While Alona continues to be standoffish, we have had moments where it was like the good times way back when. I make her laugh with some dumb joke. She gives me that rare golden smile that curls my toes. She even hugged me when the vet informed us that one of her goats is pregnant.
Last week I helped her interview ranch hands, two who start tomorrow. I will show them around on their first day, but then I am back working at my actual job. Amos has managed without me, but it’s pretty obvious he’s ready for a second set of hands to lighten the load.
A creak at the door pulls me out of my head.
“Hey. I brought you an iced tea.”
Alona stands in the doorway, her auburn and gray hair lit up by the setting sun behind her. She looks like an angel. A sexy-as-hell angel, that is.
“Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” she says as she walks up, placing the cool glass in my hand. “You have done so much for me, Ford, these last couple of weeks. I don’t know how to properly thank you.”
I can think of one way, but keep my dumb mouth shut.
I take a sip of the cold drink while noticing that she isn’t looking away from me. Or moving away. Alona is so close that I can smell her coconut shampoo.
“Al?” My voice sounds husky.
Alona hesitates in front of me. Her eyes are bouncing back and forth between my own and my mouth. The chilly garage suddenly feels like a hot, humid day. I reach out to touch her arm when she steps back.
“Thank you, um, Ford. For everything. I will see you in the morning.”
Within seconds, I am standing alone in the garage, holding a tall, cool one.
At the end of my first day back on the dude ranch, Beau pulls me aside.
“So, how did it go with Alona?”
“You mean her farm? I fixed a lot. Her aunt definitely let the place go during her last few years.”
“No, dude, I mean with Alona? You didn’t think I just sent you over there to help, did you? I saw the way your face lit up when you saw her in our kitchen that night.”
I can't help but laugh. I was suspicious that Beau’s intentions weren’t 100% altruistic.
