Caitlin And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 4) (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Caitlin sat in the rocker on her porch, and looked out at the field of horses that were now hers. She couldn’t help but see the one that was missing, her beloved bay Monty. She would have been happy to give him to Albert, for everything he had done for her, but she felt a little hurt that he had just taken him and disappeared. Nobody had any idea where he had gone. He seemed to have taken nothing with him. Both Caitlin and Mariette were very worried about him. Caitlin had told her friend of the last conversation they had shared, and Mariette had told her of the talking to she had given him immediately afterwards. Both now felt guilty that he had left them, and the town altogether.

She had brought Gamling up to the farm with her. He seemed to love his new home, and every day as she fed and groomed the old horse Caitlin prayed that his owner would one day return. She sighed and got up. This would do no good, she had work to do. She trudged to the stable, picked up her fork and started to muck out the stalls. It was dull work, and the smell was never pleasant no matter how many times you did it, but it had to be done and it could pass the time quickly when you had things on your mind. She was soon lost in her task, and didn’t hear the approach of hooves up the driveway.

“Caitlin? Miss Macgregor?” Startled by the voice she had so longed to hear, she almost fell into the pile of manure she had just dumped onto the large heap outside so it could rot down and be of use to her vegetable patch. She heard a chuckle she knew almost as well as she knew her own and her legs gave way beneath her, and she found herself on her backside in the stinking mess.

“Albert? Mr Dalligan?” She struggled to her feet, feeling highly self conscious. She must look a complete state, covered in muck and stinking as she did. What a way to welcome him home? “Monty!” she cried as she saw her beloved bay walking behind the man she adored. She ran to him, knowing he wouldn’t care how much dirt or dung she had been rolling in, he would always love her. She clasped her arms around his neck, and nuzzled with him happily. “I thought I would never see you again.” She said it to her horse, but she meant both of them. She could feel the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Here,” Albert said as he took out his handkerchief and wiped them away. “I think we should get you into a hot bath and soon,” he said with a smile.

“We were all so worried, where have you been?” she cried, wanting to hold him, to tell him how she felt. But so long had passed since he had left believing she didn’t care for him, and she didn’t want to soil him as well as herself. He looked so handsome in his smart suit and new hat.

“I had to visit my family. I needed to tell my Father who I was, and that whether he wanted that or not I was not going to change for him.”

“That must have been difficult. I know how hard it was for me to tell my brother that I couldn’t be the woman he wanted me to be, I cannot imagine how much harder it must be for a son to say that to his Father.”

“I was surprised. He took it better than I thought, once he finally let me in to see him that is,” Albert chuckled. “He just wanted me to be man enough to be honest with him. Everything is always a test with my Father, it turns out I have finally passed it.” Caitlin could see in his eyes just how much of a strain it had been on him, there were lines that had not been there before and there was a film of moisture that she knew would not take much to fall in a cascade down his cheeks.

“There was something I wanted to tell you before you went,” she said bravely summoning up the courage she knew she must, just as he had done. Even if he had changed his mind she needed to tell him. “I love you. I am so sorry, I tried to say it then but you had already left the room and I was just so tired, my throat so sore.” He looked at her incredulously, and the first of the tears beagn to wind its way downwards.

“You love me,” he said happily.

“I love you,” she agreed. “I always did. From the moment you stood up, but especially when I saw your beautiful, ink-stained fingers. There was something so soft, yet so very strong about your hands.” Albert laughed aloud, and ignoring the dung that was staining her clothes he picked her up and whirled her around. Holding her tightly he slowed, and kissed her deeply. She wound her arms around his neck, finally able to curl her fingers into his hair keeping him close to her. He put her down

“I definitely think we need to get you that bath Caitlin,” he said with a teasing tone in his butterscotch voice.

“I’m well enough to do it myself now, but I would be glad to have some help,” she said brazenly. “After all, there is little of me you haven’t already seen, and I am rather hoping that you intend to marry me as soon as possible?” She laughed at his stunned expression.

“I should have expected that,” he said wryly. “I love you Caitlin Macgregor, and I have the strangest feeling that nothing in my life will ever be the same again.”

“I certainly hope not. How dull would that be?” Caitlin asked as she led him into the house, and put on a kettle of water. She pulled out a large tin bath, that he suspected just might be big enough for them both, and moved towards him, her hips swaying sensuously.

He took her in his arms, and kissed her neck, nibbling little kisses from her collarbone up to her ears. She delighted in the sound of his breathing as it grew faster, and louder. She ran her hands up his torso, revelling in the taut, flat belly and the tightly muscled chest. She began to fumble at his buttons, and he at hers. The kettle started to rock as the water inside began to boil. Reluctantly she moved from his embrace, and poured it into the bath, quickly adding another. She turned to find he had already begun to remove his clothes. He was bare-chested, gentle hair curling against his skin, and leading in a perfect line to where he was unfastening his breeches.

Caitlin sighed, and began to hurriedly undress herself. She threw her pants, and the soiled shirt out of the door onto the porch, quickly removing her undergarments until they both stood in front of one another, with nothing between them. “You are beautiful,” Caitlin said to him as she drank in his lithe body. She knew from experience how strong he was, and she longed to be held tightly in his arms again. She moved towards him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Their lips parted, their tongues meeting, tasting, teasing. He ran his hands down her back, and on down to cup her buttocks he lifted her up, and pulled her tight against him.

She could feel his manhood, strong and proud against her belly. She gasped as he kissed he neck, a suckling bite that almost took her breath away. She pushed him away and made him settle her back on her feet. She filled the bath with the second kettle, and then topped up the bath with some cool water. She passed him the soap, and a wash cloth and grinned. “What a way to start a relationship?” he said in wonder. She got in the tub, and encouraged him to follow her.

He took the cloth and wet it thoroughly. He ran it over her body, from top to toe, covering every inch with kisses. He took the soap and lathered it against her skin, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly and thoroughly he rinsed her off, and bent to suckle at her perfect raspberry pink nipples. “Oh Albert,” she cried with pure abandon.

“My darling girl, we really should wait until we are married,” Albert said, but Caitlin could see in his eyes he was only giving her the chance to say no should she wish to. He no longer cared one whit what anyone thought of him. He loved her, intended her to be his wife and so had no need of anyone’s approval but hers.

“Not a chance,” she said cheekily as she mimicked him by suckling at his tiny, tight little nipples, delighted that he seemed to find it as deliciously pleasing as she did. “Now, I believe it is your turn,” she said as she took the soap and washed him as clean as he had done for her. “Now, shall we go upstairs my love, or is here on the kitchen floor good enough for you? I’m not sure I can wait any longer!”

They clambered out of the bath, and Albert gently laid out a bath sheet on the floor and helped her down onto it. He caressed her tenderly, his hands were warm and aroused her every sense. He let his hand drift slowly towards her mound, she was almost ashamed that he would find her so wet there, but he seemed to not mind, smiled contentedly as he ran his strong fingers gently between her slick folds. She writhed under his touch, her hips pushing towards him. “I am yours Albert, please,” she moaned. He pushed her thighs gently apart even further, and poised his throbbing member at the entrance to her womanhood. She grabbed at his buttocks, and pulled him inside herself impatiently. At last, they were one, and they rocked together until they reached a climax, the like of which Caitlin had never imagined to be possible.

“I love you Caitlin. I will never leave you again,” Albert promised.

“I know, because you won’t ever leave yourself again now either,” she said as he cradled her against his chest. “You are Albert now, aren’t you?”

“I am indeed, and you are Caitlin. I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I think you have been haunting my dreams my entire life.”

“I know just what you mean. I dreamed of my farm, of being just like the cowboys I read about in the newspapers, and I dreamed of being loved for the person I was. I never thought I could have any of it. But look at us now, I have my rough and tough life, I am a cowboy, and I have found the most perfect man in the world for me.” She kissed him fiercely, knowing she would never let him feel he wasn’t enough ever again.

THE END

BONUS 5 PART BOXSET

“WHY HE”

An Alpha Billionaire Romance

By: Nicole Price

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WHY HE Desires

BDSM Lust during the heat of the moment

Ricardo Alvez is quite possibly, the greatest paradox going. A playboy; the ego-sensitive CEO of a multi-national textiles company, inherited from his late father. A helpless slave to his senses and desires. You will bear witness to the lustful side of domination and submission; both being used as a business tool as Ricardo attempts to neutralize any threats to his late-father’s empire. The bank account he now possesses is as big as my hilltop villa, located near the border of Venezuela, with plenty of land to indulge himself in, as his second favorite pastime is of riding horses. The billionaire’s lifestyle is as luxurious and fun as everyone imagines it to be with private G5 jets and lavish yachts. Having money does make one happy, and Ricardo surely knows how lucky he is. The ripped muscular body of an alpha-male coupled with the good looks of a movie star just adds to his desirability. Oh, and his favorite past time? Full blown, dominating and sinful sex.

Ricardo Alvez was actually beginning to enjoy the new job as CEO of Alvez Exports Inc. He didn’t seem to get involved with much due to the faithful board of directors handling the day to day workings. That was of course, until today! I am Llana Jones, the representative of Almanec: a Japanese business rival seeking foreign wears. A few faithful politicians have managed to inform Ricardo as to how I have been underbidding Alvez Export’s existing contracts, drawing quite a lot of enthusiasm from the corrupt exploitive factory owners. Ricardo should clearly remember me from our Harvard days. I used to have a soft spot for him but nothing ever came of it after his flirtatious advances were always met with strong rejection. In fact, there is a meeting between Alvez Inc. and a potential contract later on this evening. The Alvez corporative minions are trying to hijack it with Ricardo himself planning to attend the meeting in an effort to secure an agreement. I’m sure our engagement will be heated, what with me trying to destroy his family business and everything, but I am only doing my job. It isn’t my fault that Almanec has begun to emerge here in Colombia, nor that an opportunity has arisen for which they seek to exploit. However, somewhere inside me I feel that it will be nice seeing Ricardo again after all this time, seeing how we have both evolved as people. I actually feel a bit intimidated to tell the truth. He always made my heart skip a beat and could always get me excited whenever we would speak to one another.

Ricardo’s olive oil looks and Latin charm certainly used to draw attention wherever he went as one can imagine. I used to be a timid, shy little blonde who quite simply, just didn’t want to become involved with boys. It was only until my first job and the string of office romances and nightclub encounters that followed that I really began to embrace my sexual desires and fantasies. The journey down memory lane is interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone as I get out of the taxi – it is my boss. He sounds anxious and instructs me to do whatever I can to stall Ricardo for an hour or so. That makes me laugh! Who do they think I am? Can’t they just pay somebody to block off a road or something? After a short argument where my boss promises to reimburse me handsomely, I cut the call. Maybe catching up on old times could actually take up 60 minutes.