How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (29 page)

“About
to go to Paris. I need some company. Interested?”

“Paris?
France?”

“Well,
certainly not Paris, TX. I have to go over for a quick meeting. I’m thinking of
investing in a few vineyards over there. I’m looking to graft a few of my
plants with some French root stock.”

“Sounds
like a good time,
Dushku
, but I’m in Corpus with
Cato.”

Cato
saw the word Paris on his lips and felt guilty. “We can go home if you’d
rather.” She offered, but he shook his head.

“Ah,
I don’t blame you.” Jimmy laughed. “The beautiful Cato beats out the Eifel Tower
or the Riviera anytime.”

“That’s
no lie.” They spoke for a few more moments while Heath caught Jimmy up on the
goings on at home. “We’ll be back tomorrow if you want to come over when you
get back from France.”

“I’ll
do it. I want to talk to you about
Arness
.”

The
very name made Heath furious. “We’re struggling to refute his claim. As
important as the legal work involved with getting back control of my mineral
rights is, that pales in comparison with clearing Philip’s name.”

They
talked a few more minutes before Heath hung up. “Up ahead is the turnoff to the
place we’re staying.” Cato pointed. “Look, Heath, I’d understand if you wanted
to go on this trip with Jimmy. I mean, Paris…how can you pass that up?”

“Easy,
baby-doll.” Heath squeezed her knee. “Jimmy is going to be walking between
grape vines and extolling the virtues of Texas to a bunch of Frenchmen who take
wine-snobbery to a whole new level.”

“They
shouldn’t. Did you know in 1880, the whole French wine industry was on the verge
of collapse because of a parasite? And if it wasn’t for a Texan named Munson
who masterminded a plan and a technique to graft all of the French vines onto
Texas root stock, there would be no French wine today?”

“Well,
no, I didn’t.” Heath stared at her, then laughed. “You make me happy and that’s
why I’m not going to France.”

Cato
felt smug. She made Heath McCoy happy and that was an accomplishment.

*  *  * 

“I
haven’t worn a pair of shorts in I don’t know how long,” Heath murmured
crankily as he and Cato walked down the beach hand in hand. “I can’t believe
you brought me a pair. And sandals!”

 Cato
leaned into him, rubbing her cheek on his chest. “I couldn’t see you stomping
in the sand in jeans and cowboy boots.”

“At
least you let me keep my hat on,” Heath grumbled.

“Shoot,
you’re cute. You’ve got sexy legs and you’re not too white at all.”

Heath
grinned mischievously. “I said I didn’t wear shorts, I didn’t say I don’t go
skinny dipping.”

“
Awww
, I
wanna
watch.”

Her
reaction caused him to snort. He hugged her. “I have a good time with you. Do
you know that?”

“Yea,
me too.” She wanted to tell him he was
gonna
miss her
when she was gone, but that was something he’d have to figure out for himself.
“Let’s race! I bet you can’t catch me.”

Before
Heath knew what was going on, Cato had taken off running. She was wearing that
raspberry bikini again and all Heath could think about was how jealous every
man in the world would be of him right now. Not one to turn down a challenge,
Heath began to sprint after her.

Cato
glanced back, laughing. What was she thinking? She couldn’t outrun Heath, not
with her ample bosom and wide butt. But who wanted to? When he got close, she
zigged out of his reach but he
zagged
and caught her.
Cato squealed but Heath just turned her in his arms and began kissing her neck.
“Heath, what if someone sees?”

“Private
beach, remember? And didn’t you promise me something?”

“What?”
She couldn’t think, he was teasing her nipples through her top.

“You
promised to, and I quote, to ‘give me head in the surf’.” Heath had a nipple
between both thumbs and forefingers and he was rubbing them back and forth.
“God, I love your thick, taut nipples. Sucking on them is pure erotic
pleasure.”

“And
I love it,” she admitted. “But right now, it’s my turn.” The sun was still high
enough in the sky that she could see well. They had walked a quarter mile from
the house and there was no one in sight. Cato led him down to the edge of the
water where the waves would lap at their feet and the sand was wet and compact.
She sat on the ground where the waves came right up and kissed her thighs,
pulling him down with her.

“You
do realize you’re fantasy material, don’t you?” Women didn’t do things like
this, or at least no one had ever done it for him—till now.

“No,
I’m just Cato.”

He
said more, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her, but
she wasn’t listening. Cato was kissing him, lips, chin, throat, and chest. And
her little hands were busy, rubbing, massaging and kneading his muscles, tangling
her fingers in the hair on his chest. He was hard before she started and now he
was steel, throbbing, weeping steel.

“I
have to have you. I want my mouth on you so much.” Cato undid his shorts and
pushed them down, while he gladly helped.

“Oh,
baby.” He wove his fingers through her hair as she came over him on her hands
and knees, the long curls of her hair tickling his thighs. Cato wrapped her
hand around his shaft, stroking, and then the wet heat of her lips pulled him
in. She mimicked the motions of sex with her mouth, her tongue moving against
his cock like raspy velvet. God, she was perfectly designed to set his blood on
fire. And he burned, God he burned.

 Cato
wasn’t silent. She moaned and hummed, the little sexy noises against his cock
making him shudder, and his whole body tingled. Raising his head, he watched
her. Was there a more beautiful sight? And then he noticed something that sent
his fever skyrocketing. One hand held his cock as she blew him, the other was
between her legs, rubbing her little clit furiously.

Fuck!

“Cato.”
He touched her shoulder. “Come here. I have to have you.” She stopped,
confused, but when he picked her up and settled her body on top of his, her
hips next to his face, she thought she understood.

“Are
we about to 69?”

For
an answer, he worked off her bottoms and nipped her ass. Then he clasped her
hips and brought her pussy close to his face and lapped at her, eating at her
fiercely. God, he was starving for her. With unabashed abandon, he licked at
her, thrusting his tongue up her sweet little hole, then sucking at her clit.

She
began to move on top of him, scrubbing her nipples against his abs, grinding
her pussy in his face. And fuck, he loved it! Heath gave her everything he had
and she did the same for him. Taking him deep down her throat, she repeatedly
pulled his cock out and sucked it back in. Groaning, he writhed beneath her as
she swirled her tongue around the nerve-rich flared head.

More,
more, she wanted more. Cato was drowning in sensation. The act of giving while
accepting was almost more than she could bear. She reveled in his taste, his
scent, the feel of Heath in her mouth, rejoicing in the slight bucking of his
hips as he appreciated her attention. And all the while, he was lavishing
kisses and licks and sucks between her thighs, making her legs shake, her whole
body tensing for a climax which she knew would be absolute heaven. Massaging
his balls between her fingers, she arched her back, tilting her pelvis,
wordlessly begging for him to continue.

So
continue he did—the taste of her cream on his tongue was addictive. How did he
handle how perfect this felt? Heath didn’t really know what to do with her,
this woman who gave him more than anyone else ever had. So, he treasured her,
branded her,
focused
all of his heart and body into
giving her what she needed.

And
when he did, she exploded. He felt her when she tensed, shook and vibrated in
his arms. Heath held on, placing gentle kisses on her swollen clit as she
pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t hold out…couldn’t
wait. He gasped, letting out a shuddering breath as waves of wild sensation
pounded through him. “God, Cato! Cato, I love…” he groaned the words of truth
he wasn’t able to even whisper out loud. No matter that she couldn’t hear, he
was still a prisoner of his own fear.

But
the ice was breaking, the frozen expanse of his heart was thawing. And all
because of the giving, gorgeous woman in his arms. Feeling her press a tender
kiss on his spent manhood caused his heart to ache. “Come here.” He turned her
in his arms and held her until the aftershocks subsided, stroking her hair,
kissing her face. The tide swirled around them, the ebb and flow almost
magical, the very pulse of life. “Cato, if I died right now, I’d die a happy man.”
    

The
walk back to the B&B was peaceful. Cato kept it light because she sensed
something had shifted in their relationship and she wasn’t sure what. “I
requested room service be delivered to our cottage. I hope that’s okay.”

“Fine
with me, I sure don’t need to go out. I’d rather relax with you.”

“Good.”
She linked arms with his as they walked down the beach. The sun was beginning
to set. Soon it would be too dark for her to read his lips. “It’s funny, you
know. I can almost hear the surf.”

“You
can? Memory?”

“Yes,
I imagine sounds. It’s been so long since I heard them, sometimes I’m afraid my
memories are fading.”

“I’m
so sorry.” He took her hand. “It must be hard.”

“The
phantom sounds are growing dimmer in my mind. And the most terrifying thing is the
fear I have that one day all I’ll hear is this blank black void of silence and
that will drive me mad.”

“I
wish you could have a miracle.” He faced her. “Is there anything that could be
done, any hope?”

“No,
nothing that I’ve ever heard of.” Okay, enough. “Let’s change the subject, I
didn’t mean to be all doom and gloom.”

“No,
talking is good. I want to know how you feel. How insensitive would I be if I
didn’t care? Sharing is important. I appreciate you telling me something that
has shaped you into who you are today.”

“Anything
you want to tell me?” she asked before she considered his reaction.

But
Heath surprised her. “You want to know why I’m so commitment phobic. Is that
it?”

“Not
necessarily.”

“I’ll
tell you.” He stopped. They were a few hundred yards away from the cottage. “I
was in love once. Head over heels. I thought we were meant to be, that we’d
last forever.”

Cato
didn’t interrupt, she let him talk.

“We
were getting married. I mean we were in the actual ceremony, me waiting for her
to walk down the aisle when she changed her mind. Left me standing at the
altar.”

Even
though she knew the story, she hurt anew at his telling. To think of how he
suffered angered her. “That bitch. I promise you’ll never have to wait for me
anywhere.”

Her
succinct response amused Heath. “Thank you. I was lucky. What if I’d married
her?”

“True.”
Cato laughed, relieved he could look back on the experience with fresh eyes.
“We’ve both been through hard times and you have difficult days ahead. I just
wish there was something I could do to make it easier for you.”

Heath
was touched. “You do make it easier. You have become my sanctuary. You have
become my safe place. Instinctively I turn to you when my life becomes
chaotic.”

Cato
held her breath. What was he saying? She waited for him to say more, tell her
he wanted a real relationship and not just an affair. But he didn’t. She
swallowed hard. Okay. “I’m glad I can help.”

“You
more than help.” Heath pulled her close and suddenly his tongue was deep in her
mouth, dueling with hers. They kissed for long moments, not kisses rushing
toward a finish but kisses of comfort and belonging.

When
they pulled apart, she smiled at him, seeking to put aside her disappointment.
“
Wanna
play a game?”

“I
always want to play with you.” His face was more relaxed and Cato took him by
the hand, determined that their time together be something they’d both look
back on with happiness.

“Good,
let’s eat first, you’re going to need all the strength you can get.”

Not
too far from the B&B, they walked upon some yellow flowers. “Look.” She
pointed. “Aren’t they beautiful? They’re called Beach Evening Primrose.” Cato
began walking toward them.

“Allow
me.” Heath stopped her. “The undergrowth is thick and there are rattlesnakes
that live among these dunes.”

“Okay.”
Cato halted. Any mention of a snake was enough to make her pause. “Be careful,”
she cautioned him. Heath made his way over and picked an armful of the large
yet delicate flowers.

When
he returned, Heath handed them to her. “Here you go, my Fair Lady.”

Cato’s
hand trembled when she accepted the flowers. “Thank you.” She touched the
velvety yellow petals. “I’ve never received flowers from a guy. I’ll have to
press one in my diary.” At his look of dismay, she laughed. “Don’t panic, I’m
kidding.”

“I’m
not panicking, I’m just confused. No one has ever given you flowers?”

Wishing
she hadn’t said anything, Cato pranced off. “They have now. I’m going to go put
these into water.”

Seeing
her excited face over a bunch of handpicked posies, it hit Heath like a two by
four that he had some wrongs to right. It was like she didn’t expect anything
from him, and was surprised when he made even the smallest gesture. Well, that
shit was about to change.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Okay,
close your eyes, I’m coming out,” Cato called from the bathroom. God, she
couldn’t believe she was doing this? Had she lost her mind?

Of
course she didn’t hear him answer, but when she came out, he was dutifully
sitting on the bed with his hands over his eyes. Cato smile, he looked like a
little boy playing hide and seek.

When
she’d packed this game and the costume she’d bought to go with it, Cato hadn’t
realized how nervous she would be. “Okay, you can look.” She was sure her tone
sounded defeated.

Heath
removed his hands, then almost swallowed his tongue. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.
Slowly, he stood and walked toward her. “You look…”

Pudgy.
Silly. Pathetic. Several words came to mind. “How?” She was afraid to ask.

“Hot,
spectacular, cum-worthy.” Circling her, Heath couldn’t believe his eyes. She
was dressed in a red harem girl outfit with a low-cut tight bra, veils
strategically positioned and a…couldn’t be, not a real one. “Are you wearing a
chastity belt?”

“Yea.”
She smiled hesitantly. “That’s the game. I’ve hidden the key and you have to do
certain tasks in order to earn clues to get the key. And you have to have the
key before we can…”

“Fuck,”
he drawled.

“Exactly.”

Harem
outfit? Chastity belt? Cato was issuing him a sexual challenge. No problem, he
was up for it. “Tell me what to do.”

Seeing
he was intrigued and wanting to play, Cato became bold. Gliding to the bed, she
sat down on it, leaning back on one arm, spreading her legs open. With one
finger, she traced the seam of the metallic fiber, the seam that followed the
slit of her pussy. “Do you want to touch me?”

Heath
went to his knees at her feet. “Tell me where the key is.”

Cato
held his gaze. “No, you have to earn the privilege.” She rose and moved across
the room, picking up the board game, making sure she put a bit of sway in her
hips. Looking over her shoulder, she met his gaze. “Take off your clothes, I
want to look at you.”

Heath
felt a ripple of lust skate down his spine, moaned and undressed quickly. “Like
what you see?”

Cato’s
flush was her answer.

“What
do you want me to do? Kiss your feet?” He had no idea, but he was ready. Just
the idea of her pussy being off-limits to him had him shaking with desperation.
When had she become so necessary?

“I
don’t think my feet are an erogenous zone.” Looking at him, broad, tanned,
lightly furred and incredibly aroused made her knees weak.   
 

Heath
wiped his forehead. Damn, he was sweating. “I’m not sure I understand this
game. What’s my role?” He knew what he wanted it to be. With a smirk he began
to sing the lyrics from the Beatles,
The Sheik of
Araby
.

“Are
you singing?”

“Yes.”
He took a step toward her. It was odd how often he forgot she was deaf. “I have
a beautiful voice.”

Cato
laughed, he’d managed to look affronted. “I’m sure you do, I’d give anything to
hear it.” How many nights had she imagined hearing him tell her he loved her?
Before he realized she was being maudlin, she answered, moving the conversation
back into erotic territory. “The fantasy I’ve chosen from the game is harem
girl and sex slave.”

“Ah.”
Heath smiled, beginning to stalk her again, taking a step forward while she
took a step back. “I guess that makes me the sex slave. I can live with
that.”       

 Cato,
attempting to get into the role, pulled one of the scarves from its place on
the gold belt around her waist and wrapped it around his neck. “Your job as my
sex slave is to make me cum.”

“Piece
of cake,” he growled, reaching for her with a devil-may-care grin on his
handsome face.   

Putting
her hands up, she issued the challenge. “Wait, you have to do it without
touching anything within the chastity belt area.”

Step,
back, over, step. They were circling one another. Heath licked his lips.
“Should be easy.”

“Well,
there are cards to follow with moves and uh, suggestions, carnal ones.” She was
finding it difficult to keep a straight face—she didn’t know if she wanted to
giggle or hide.

“Carnal,
huh?” Taking her by the hand, he pulled her to the bed. “Deal the cards, I’m
ready to place my bet.”

“No
bets allowed.” Only the one she was making, with her heart.

They
both crawled up on the bed and faced one another, legs crossed underneath them.
Cato took the cards out of the box and Heath ogled the scantily clad woman on
the cover. “Give me that.” She snatched it out of his hand. Squirming on her
bottom, she settled into the soft mattress and shuffled the cards. “Okay, the
key is hidden really well…” she began with a mysterious smile, “and the rules
are that we can build excitement by doing things to one another. The object is
to make me orgasm without touching my genitalia and if I do…I’ll give you the
key.”

“Card.”
He held out one hand, the other was stroking his cock.

“And
if you lose—”

“I’m
not going to lose.” When he noticed she was watching his cock instead of his
lips, he surprised her by leaning over for a quick kiss. “Hey, I’m up here.” He
pointed to his face.

“Ha!
There’s a lot of you down there.” Cato laughed. “And if you lose, you have to
streak down the beach.”

“Won’t
happen.”

“You’re
cocky.”

He
gave her a duh look and pointed to his still very aroused member. Rolling her
eyes, she gave him the first card and he chuckled, reading it out loud. “Kiss
the lady’s hand.”

“Lame.”
She laughed.
                  

“We’ll
see about that.” He held out his hand, palm up, and she placed hers in it.
Slowly, Heath began to caress it, rubbing his thumb all over the back, gently
massaging each finger. “You’ve got the prettiest hands, so delicate, so
feminine.” Turning it over, he gave the same attention to her palm.

Cato
began to realize she was dealing with a master. Holding her hand to his mouth,
he kissed the back in a courtly gesture, then turned it over to place an open
mouth kiss in her palm. She gasped when she felt the tip of his tongue touch
her skin lightly.

But
he wasn’t through—he kissed the tip of each finger, then took her middle finger
in his mouth and sucked the tip. Swear to God, Cato felt that suck deep in her
pussy. Holding her gaze, he took more of her finger in his mouth, biting it
gently before sucking it deep, rhythmically.

“Oh,
my goodness, you’re good,” she whispered, shaking.

Reaching
down, he chose another card and handed it to her. “Read it. Out loud.”

Cato
looked, read it, looked harder and read it again.  “Oh, Lord…I won’t
survive.”

“What?” 
   

“Jack-off
in front of your lady.”

“Thank
God.” Heath smiled. “I was about to burst. This should be fun.” He was enjoying
this and Heath hoped she was too. He’d never played games like this with a
woman and it was damn exciting. “Any preferences as to where you want me,
Mistress?”

Cato
pulled herself together, realizing this was an opportunity most women would
salivate over. “Stand up so I can see you
good
, from
all angles.”

Heath
stood and with a long slow sexy wink, he flexed for her, making his biceps bulge,
showing off his
pecs
. “Just think, in a few minutes,
I’m going to be pumping into your pussy and you’re going to love it. You’re
going to cum around my cock so hard…”

He
had her full attention, she was eating him up with her eyes. “Touch yourself,”
she encouraged softly.

Heath
grasped his cock in one hand and began to stroke it—slow, long pumps. “Feels
good. Long hard strokes.” He fisted himself much harder than Cato would have
and she felt her mouth go dry and her nipples pebbled.

She
didn’t know what was hotter, watching the movements of his hand on his cock or
his face, the pure sensual look in his eyes, the way his strong white teeth bit
on his sensual lower lip as his hips flexed with each thrust. Cato couldn’t
stand it. She stood up and went to him, needing to touch. She walked up, kissed
his shoulder, ran her hands over his shoulders,
then
pressed her aching breasts up against his back. Beneath her lips, she felt his
whole body jerk. “God, you are so hot.”

Needing
to see more, she moved to the front of him and knelt down. “There’s nothing in
the rules against me touching you.” She reached out and took his balls in her
hand, massaging them, rolling them between her fingers. All the while, his fist
moved up and down on his swollen staff.

Looking
up into his face, she saw that he was staring at her. “I’ll be your slave for
life if you’ll just…”

His
voice trailed off but Cato could deny him nothing. Covering his hand with her
own, she bade him let go, then she swept her tongue from his root to the crest,
licking up a dot of pre-cum. Heath ran his hand under her hair. Cato almost
stopped—the key was hidden in her hair and for a moment she thought he’d found
it. As much as she wanted to be fucked, she wasn’t ready for this particular
part of the game to be over with. But instead of locating the tiny ribbon tied
in the mass of unruly curls, he wrapped the long strands around his fist and
asserted his control. Cato held his cock against her mouth and fluttered her
tongue over the small slit. He stood up on tiptoe and she knew he was just
about there. Giving him what he’d asked for she engulfed the head of his cock
between her lips and sucked hard.

Heath
was totally enthralled. The whole experience was arousing beyond belief. Lust
flooded his mind, he could only feel—not think. His chest heaved, his breathing
hard and ragged. Cato opened her mouth wider, taking the crown of his cock
deeper, swallowing around it. With every dip of her head, she took more of his
length in her mouth while his hand twisted and pumped the aching shaft. With
apparent hunger, Cato licked and sucked until Heath felt the inevitable rush of
climax. “That’s it, God it feels…shit…so good, baby.”

She
was looking up at him, gaze locked with his, her cheeks pink. His baby was
turned on from pleasuring him. Deliberately, she took another inch or two of
his erection into her mouth. The head of his cock brushed the back of her
throat and he detonated. “God, Cato, yes!” He grunted as flames shot through
him and his grasp tightened on her hair as cum erupted from his cock into her
mouth.  

As
the last quaking spasm faded away, Cato turned him loose almost reluctantly and
he helped her up. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and there was a look of
hunger in her eyes. “Just say the word, give me the key and I’ll give you
exactly what you need.”

“Soon.”
She teased, even though she was sorely tempted to tear the key from her hair
and let him give her relief. But, no—she was having too good of a time playing
with him. Cato was storing up memories for when their time was over. “Let me
get another card.” Then a thought hit her… “Unless you’re tired of this?”

“Hell,
no.” He beat her to the board and took a card himself. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed.
“This is going to be fun.”

“What
does it say?” She tried to take the card from him.

He
held it over her head. “I’m supposed to tit-
ilate
you.”

“I
sorta
like the sound of that,” she murmured. Her
nipples were already throbbing imagining Heath’s hands and mouth on her
breasts.

Heath
felt like he was ten years younger and a thousand pound weight had been lifted
from his shoulders. Being with Cato was liberating. “Take your top off, I want
to touch you.”

Cato
stood before him in her cheap red and gold harem outfit and slowly disrobed,
removing her bra and the makeshift skirt made from single silk scarves, leaving
her in the tiny piece of gold mesh with the heart shaped lock. Heath moved into
her space, pressing himself flush up against her. Putting a hand on either side
of her waist, he lifted her. She grasped him around the neck and wrapped her
legs around his waist. “I didn’t know you could want someone as much as I want
you.”

Placing
her hands on his shoulders, Cato rubbed her chest against his while she kissed
him. Luxuriously she moved back and forth, her nipples scrubbing over the hard
muscles of his
pecs
while her belly brushed against
his cock.

Backing
her up against the wall, Heath braced her and himself. “God, baby, what are you
doing to me?” He gasped between kisses.

The
man was built like a linebacker, hard muscles and brawn, so wide his shoulders
blocked out the light. Cato was watching him closely, not willing to miss
anything he said, “I’m marking you, Sundance.”  

Heath
threw back his head and laughed. “It’s been awhile since you called me that, I love
it.”

“Let
me show you how near I am.” Taking his hand, she put it on her leg and he
almost growled when he felt a trickle of cream running down her thigh.

“Christ….”
he hissed.

“Now,
titillate me.”

Cupping
her ass, he lifted her until her breasts were level with his mouth. “You have
the most beautiful tits.” Taking just the tip of her nipple between his teeth,
he nipped it and she whimpered. “Like that?” With just the end of his tongue,
he flicked the sensitive tip until she wriggled against him. Knowing what she
craved, he closed his lips over her nipple but when she pushed against him,
demanding, he opened wide and took her whole areola in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh,
Heath, that’s it, that’s it—more, more!” Cato grasped his hair and yanked,
holding on, her breath hot against his face. She ground her protected pussy
against his groin and pushed into him rhythmically.