Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Angel

She threw her arm around the column and squeezed. Gabe lifted her leg closest to the pillar and rested her foot on the railing that headed off at a ninety-degree angle to them.

He snuck his hand under her skirt again and found her pussy.

“Damn, you are wet. So fucking sexy.” He slid his fingers through her folds, loving the little noises that burst from her lips.

“Oh God, Gabe. Oh yeah, right there…”

He focused on her clit. The hard little point demanded his attention. Even as he played with her, circling and teasing, he kissed her, their breaths mingling as she got closer to exploding.

Gabe took his time to learn more. When he changed pace, he listened to her response. Concentrated on making her squirm until she cried out and he swallowed the sound. Sucking the call into himself as she writhed on the railing and he held her firmly.

She relaxed a bit, sighing happily, and he straightened up.

“You got a condom?” she whispered.

“Hell, yeah.” He pulled it from his back pocket.

“Cocky. That sure you were going to get lucky?” Allison reached down and one-handed managed to pop open the button on his jeans.

He was never going to be around her without one handy ever again. Their time at the creek had taught him that. “That cocky, period. You’re in charge. Put this on.” He pressed the condom into her hand and took hold of her shoulders.

Watching her fingers move toward his dick was incredible. The actual heat of her taking him in hand was even better. Gabe gritted his teeth together for a second to make sure he didn’t lose it while she rolled the latex over his length.

Then he put her hand back on the support pillar, hooked his arm under her thigh. Stabbed forward, little aim, no finesse. Just damn good luck as he found her heat and buried himself in one persistent rush.

“Oh, yes. So good.” She had one arm around the pillar, elbow crooked like she was holding on for dear life. Her other hand fisted his shirtfront. He withdrew and thrust forward slowly. Evenly. At least at first.

Then she started whispering.

“You know how good that feels? With you touching all those places inside? I feel you all over. My lips, my pussy.”

Gabe’s balls were tight, the shiver of icy cold down his back rising in anticipation as he got closer to the final point. He wanted to be the one blowing her mind and making her crazy but he couldn’t speak, just fixated on the sensation of how good it felt to be surrounded by her. Warm moisture, flashes of heat.

He stared down at where they connected and watched his cock slip in again, and he shuddered.

All the while Allison spoke to him. Soft words, but dirty ones. Swear words occasionally, especially after a deep thrust where his groin meshed tight with hers.

He loved it. Loved having this woman be herself. Unique and perfect. The words became confirmation that fucking her outside her mom’s house was exactly what she wanted right here and right now. Because, yeah, it was twisted in a way, but sweet mercy, it was good.

Her final fuck me hard was too much to take, and he rocked against her again and again, grinding with his pelvis over her clit until she joined him in release. Sheath squeezing his cock, jerking his climax free. Lips fluttering breathlessly against his until they both caught their breaths.

“You’ve fucked me boneless,” Allison complained. Or boasted.

Gabe reluctantly withdrew and supported her as she found her balance on the porch. He dealt with the condom, not sure where to toss it, when Allison giggled faintly.

“Drop it over the railing and we’ll grab it in the morning.”

He did it, feeling a little stupid. “Make sure you remind me. I would hate for your mama to find that in the garden box.”

They laughed together, straightening and organizing their clothing. Gabe turned to allow her to walk ahead of him into the house. Instead she snuck her hand back in his. Painfully sharp hope smacked him, but he tried to ignore it.

It was too soon to say anything. But in terms of starting to let her know he wanted more than casual from her? It had been a positive day.

Day slipped into night. The next day followed, and the next. Allison was busier than she’d ever been. In spite of the sadness of watching her mom grow weaker, she daily found enjoyable moments.

More than enjoyable, they rocked.

She worked full out at the restaurant, filling the rest of her time at her mom’s or putting through calls to help arrange matters for Gabe and the ranch.

No matter what she was doing, though, the longing to be with Gabe remained. She didn’t want to avoid the other things, but spending time with the man?

Addictive. She’d stupidly fallen for her own deception.

Or had something changed?

He held her hand while they watched TV, Puss in Boots purring happily in Gabe’s lap. He sat with an arm around her shoulders as they talked with family or visited with Maisey. He hugged her at the drop of a hat, and it seemed he couldn’t get enough of kissing her, no matter what time of day it was.

The sex? Oh my God, the sex. Even thinking about how they carried on made her flush and tingle.

Her mom noticed her happy glow, and complimented them both on being so terribly in love. “His rough edges are getting worn smooth by caring for you,” she shared while Allison helped her one afternoon.

Allison hid her grin by turning to fill the kettle. Something was happening, but she didn’t have the nerve to come right out and ask him if the rules had changed on their charade. “He’s never been one of the wild ones, Mom. He’s hard working and decent.”

Maisey patted her arm and slowly moved into the next task she felt had to be done. Allison clung to the happy moments, like spotting bright jewels sparkling in the rough.

Gabe was hard working. Which meant he was out in the fields and with the animals in all the different weathers, at all hours. Summer had finally decided to stick around, heat-sweltering days followed by lovely cooler nights as the sun dipped behind the foothills. The little cabin they shared with Puss in Boots seemed to have a steady stream of visitors. Rafe stopped in often. Travis. The twins from the Six Pack Coleman side.

Every time someone visited, Gabe dropped what he was doing to help.

The third time he abandoned his dinner to up and give a helping hand Allison wanted to fuss at him. That she wanted to rant didn’t piss her off as much as the fact she had no right to tell him to make his family wait. Gabe helping others—it was just a part of who he was.

Like he’d helped her. How could she be upset with him about that? And the memory of her basically stomping in and begging him to cooperate made her feel guilty all over again.

Guilt mixed with a healthy dollop of longing.

Was it crazy she wanted more?

She’d thought hard about it all week, trying to decide when things had changed. If they really had changed, or if it was her imagination working overtime after the exhaustion of long days and short nights.

Deciding to be brave and straight out ask him was difficult, especially knowing her mom could be gone soon. Having things change between her and Gabe before that happened?

She couldn’t take the risk. After would be soon enough to discover if that look in his eyes was something more than wishful thinking on her part.

So she put her plans on hold and took each day in stride. Promising to enjoy every moment as much as possible with Gabe, as well as with her mom. Because she didn’t know when either would be snatched from her.

The bonfire before them shot sparks into the indigo-coloured sky. Allison rested against Gabe’s side and looked around. “It’s a beautiful night.”

“Too early yet for the Perseids, but come August we can go lie out on the hill side and watch them all night long.”

“Shooting stars?”

“Meteor shower. Hundreds of them.”

Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a hundred stars to wish on. To miraculously make her mother better. To know her siblings would recover from the coming heartbreak.

For Gabe to feel even a little bit about her the way she’d begun to feel about him.

He leaned back on the low cushion he’d brought along and sighed.

“What’s that for?” She spoke softly to avoid interrupting the rest of their company, although she didn’t really need to worry. The Friday-eve activity had broken into two this weekend. Some still met at the bar in town while the more hardy of the Colemans made the trip to the bluff overlooking the Baptiste River.

“Just relaxing. It’s been a long week.”

She agreed. They’d moved Mom to the main floor of the house, shifting Elle upstairs. Her sister didn’t want to take over the master bedroom, so ironically, she was back in her original space, sunshine flooding in at a horrible hour.

Allison had teased Elle about it, but the taunts had been bittersweet. Maisey couldn’t do the stairs comfortably anymore, although homecare visits meant remaining in the house was still possible for a little longer. The clock kept ticking.

She added her own sigh to Gabe’s, and when he dropped his arm around her, she rolled to cuddle against his chest and soak in the warmth and comfort of his body.

Guitar music began, Steve Coleman rocking lightly as he picked out a tune. His girlfriend sang along, her voice a little too high to complement his, but it wasn’t centre stage Nashville, or even the Stampede fairgrounds. It was the middle of the summer in the foothills of Alberta, and the out-of-tune mashup fit.

You did what you could, you enjoyed yourself.

Jesse threw back his head and howled. A series of yips answered back from the not-so-distant trees, and the crowd laughed.

Another joy of the country. You didn’t take yourself too seriously.

“Was that a commentary on me?” Steve taunted. “Because you notice the coyotes didn’t start in until you piped up.”

Jesse waved a hand, not letting go of the young lady he had under his arm. “I’m not the singer of the group, just thought we needed to speed things up a little. You were going to put me to sleep with your lullabies.”

“You don’t mind a reason to hit the sack, now do you?” Travis poked his brother.

Jesse shook his head, lifting the woman at his side and depositing her in his lap. “You know I don’t.”

His date giggled. She didn’t seem to mind that he had his hands on her right out in public.

Allison leaned harder into Gabe as the talk got raunchier. Some of it was funny, but maybe she was too old for this kind of fun. It was one thing to talk dirty while they were fooling around, but the public shit talk had lost its appeal.

She would have been happy to just stay home with Gabe. Get hot and sweaty with him and not—

Drat. Stay home with Gabe?

She was so gone.

Another truck pulled into the parking area, brakes screeching, door slamming loudly. Gabe leaned forward and Allison went with him, turning to see who was joining the group this late.

Jesse hopped to his feet, dropping his cuddle bunny on the ground in his haste.

“Hey, watch it,” she complained.

He grinned and tweaked her nose. “Sorry, darling. I’ll be back in a minute with a surprise.”

Jesse jogged off.

Allison was ready to suggest they leave as well when loud voices sounded behind them—familiar voices. Angry and sharp, but far enough away to be undecipherable.

“Great. Come on, let’s see what’s happening now.” Gabe hoisted her up and took her hand.

Gabe to the rescue again. Allison went willingly, if only because she figured they could head home after dealing with the situation. She’d had enough, and spending time with the clan wasn’t what she needed tonight.

They were still a ways out when she recognized the newcomer as Joel. The twins seemed to have finished shouting at each other and moved to the scuffling part of the program. Joel grabbed his brother by the front of the shirt and laid into him.

“Crap. Stay here.”

Gabe pushed her behind him and shot forward. He couldn’t move fast enough, though, not before Joel had time to land a snapping hard crack to his brother’s chin. Jesse jerked backward and fell to the ground. Joel had him by the collar and was leaning in for more when Gabe stepped between them, catching hold of Joel’s fist before it could descend again.