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The Cowboy Way Ch. 01

By: the cowboy



Chapter 1: How Britney Finally Released The Truth

Sometime in the near future

Darkness. Darkness was the only thing that welcomed the long procession of tour buses and tractor trailers that proceeded through the sleeping town of Cole, Colorado. Their headlights cut a swath of light that lead them to the outskirts of the bustling town and the beginnings of the Rocky Mountain wilderness the stretched through Colorado. 

Just at the edge of said wilderness stood a newly erected stage, complete with orchestra pit, lighting arrangements and a control booth. Chain link fences divided the outlying areas into very specific and coordinated grids all designed for one thing, to put on a hell of a show.

The whole setup was a shake and bake operation designed for ease of installation and removal and had been set up to give a promotional concert for six thousand very lucky fans. In the works for three months, tickets had been available for two months and had been sold out for three weeks. As you probably already know when word gets out that a singer like Britney Spears is giving a promotional concert, which means free tickets, they don't last long.

The idea itself had been Britney's, well that's not entirely true, the location had been her idea. She was tired of everyone oohing and aahing over the east coast and the west coast, she wanted to do some thing in the west, with the Rocky Mountains as the backdrop. Despite a few nasty rumors about her, Britney really was, for lack of a better word a sweetheart, an incredibly gorgeous one, but still a sweetheart.

So as the caravan of vehicles pulled up to the complex and through a waiting gate into a secure area where they would be separated by a fifteen-foot high fence from the outside world, Britney smiled in satisfaction as she waited for the driver to open the door. When he did she was the first person out the door, followed closely by her manager and long time friend Chris Watkins, her dance choreographer Peter Neuman, and the special effects coordinator Jim Greene. Britney, however, paid no attention to them for the moment as she looked up at a sky she was completely unaccustomed to.

By her trade she was always in an area where there were so many lights, you were lucky to see a single star. But here, she had the entire Milky Way spread out before her eyes with not a single street light or haze of smog to obstruct the twinkling stars that were out there. The sound of metal banging and loud voices interrupted her as the rest of the stage crew began to unpack all the equipment and rush to begin setting up for the show on the following night. Soon the bass heavy rhythm of a song began to beat out of a portable stereo as the backup dancers began to warm up in order to go over their routine for an hour or so before calling it a night.

"Well, Britney, what do you think?" asked Chris, as he stepped up next to her, handing her a heavy sweatshirt to help with the chill of the mountain air.

She smiled as she took the sweatshirt and pulled it on, shaking out her long blonde hair in the process.

"I think it's perfect," she replied as she smoothed the fabric over her lithe upper body, ignoring the curves and swells that had become the wet dream of every straight male who has ever seen her.

Chris nodded his assent as he turned to look back at Jim and Peter. " What do you guys think?"

Jim nodded also. " With this kind of backdrop, no confined buildings and the type of crowd we're gonna get, we can really let loose with the pyro's and confetti bombs this time."

Britney shook her head. " You should have been a demolitions expert, you always love to blow shit up," she said, laughing.

Jim shrugged. " Just to make sure you make an entrance, babe."

Britney cocked an eyebrow. " Oh I can make an entrance all right," she said, slyly as she teasingly pulled up the bottom of her sweat shirt revealing her firm, tan stomach and twinkling diamond stud that pierced the skin of her belly button, then just as quickly yanked it back down, laughing.

Jim moaned. " Just be glad I'm married and love my wife," he said, laughing as well.

"I don't know what you two think is so great about this place," Peter cut in. " I just know we're going to be eaten alive by mosquitoes. I hope you brought bug repellent because you're little ass is going to get covered with bites," he said, fuming.

Britney rolled her eyes, this time for real. Peter was one of the best choreographers that ever came out of Hollywood. His talent was unmatched, he could take a boring, slow song and completely save it on the stage with his dance routines and often gymnastic moves. But like most talented male artists in his area he was gay, and he complained constantly, the only time he didn't, Britney had joked was when he slept.

"Well," Chris said after clearing his throat. " Maybe we should take a walk around the stage and see how it turned out," he suggested, as he began making his way back towards the gate leading into the backstage area.

"Okay," Britney agreed, turning to follow him.

"Hey!" Jim yelled to them. They stopped and turned back to him. " Check it out, one of your fans has showed up early."

Britney looked past Jim across the field to the edge of the tree line that ran up into the mountains and marked the edge of the large field they stood in, but saw nothing. She walked over and stood next to Jim.

"Where?" she asked.

He raised his arm and pointed across the field and at that moment a movement caught Britney's eye. The form she saw immediately materialized into a horse and rider as they stepped out of the trees into the tall grass of the field. 

"Oh my it's a fucking cowboy," Peter said, sarcastically. " I thought they were all dead or something."

Britney rolled her eyes at his comment and studied the man on the horse who could not have been more than a football field away. Not much was visible of him as he wore a long black coat, and a white cowboy hat that shielded his face from her gaze. He seemed completely sure of himself and it was obvious that he was watching them as the horse pranced nervously from the sound of the music, turning in tight circle in the process, but the rider's gaze never left them. And Britney was almost sure that he was looking directly at her.

She felt strange seeing him there like that. Britney knew that was a man, and in her imagination he must have been quite a man. But not seeing his face, or even a hint of it because of the dark made him seem more like a phantom. She shivered as she felt his unwavering gaze upon her, and suddenly she had an overwhelming urge to walk out there and see him.

Just as she was about to walk out there, she saw the horse wheel back in the direction it had come, rear up on its hind legs and then run back through the trees. Britney was stunned at the performance; she had never ridden a horse before so she was unaware of how to control one and wondered how anyone could do so. 

Jim whistled. " I guess he wasn't a fan after all."

Britney realized she had been holding her breath the entire time and exhaled slowly.

"Come on you three, we better go take a look at the stage," Chris said, finally.

The first show went off the next night without a hitch. Jim had gone nuts with the pyrotechnics and lit up the entire night sky to the delight of the thousands in attendance. Peter's backup dancers had also performed flawlessly, accenting the entire night with their awe-inspiring dance routines. However, the entire audience was unwaveringly focused on Britney herself, everything else was just an extra.

Despite the chill in the mountain air, her routines had covered her body in a sheen of sweat that reflected the spotlight off her flawless body and caused her hair to become disheveled in a way that made her look like a wild sex goddess. Her voice rose and fell gloriously through the sound system of the arena, and hit notes that made hearts in the crowd flutter. Her outfits and hairdos made the girls in the crowd scream with envy and delight and caused the men to grimace as their crotches grew even tighter from the sight of her.

And behind the scenes was Chris, making sure everything went off without a hitch and everyone was where they were supposed to be. And once the lights went out the crowd was cheering with pure excitement, he was the first one Britney had gone to. He handed her a towel and a bottle of water as she smiled with delight and thanked him. He followed her down the stairs and out to her tour bus where she went inside to shower and get changed.

Chris stood in the doorway separating her room from the rest of the bus while she laid out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt to change into. His eyes roved over her sweat covered body, her tight stomach, spandex covered ass, sports bra encased breasts and flawless skin. Her face was still done up in makeup and looked just like it did in all his dreams, just like a cheap whore from Hollywood. Tonight was the night, he decided.

Britney looked up and met his eyes. " So how was it?" she asked, her voice still filled with energy from the show.

"It was fantastic," Chris said with a smile, as she stood and began to towel of sweat from her stomach, chest and neck.

Chris walked up to stand in front of her and she stopped drying herself as she looked up at him. She was only five foot four, and he was over six feet so she had to take step back, but he put his hands on her shoulders and stopped her. Britney was suddenly nervous.

"You know you mean the world to me, right, Brit?" he asked, his voice low, hoarse.

She nodded. " Yeah, I mean, I guess so."

"Good," he replied, his eyes roving up from her bare feet, over her body to her face. " Because there's something I want to discuss with you."

Britney suddenly felt herself shiver. " Chris, you're starting to scare me."

"Listen, I care for you a lot, and everytime I see you perform I get this feeling, you know. And I was thinking, since we're so close, maybe we should just start to have sex with each other," he stated, there he had said it, he knew she would flip for the idea and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her.

Britney on the other hand had different plans. Her hand lashed out and she slapped him, hard. She took a step back, a fire in her eyes.

"What do you think I am?" she yelled. " A slut? Some cheap fucking whore whose pants you think you can just pull down and go to town with?"

Chris touched his burning cheek and looked at her. " But you act like that on the stage," he shot back.

"Jesus Christ, Chris! That's how I'm supposed to act on stage, that's what sells! That's what the record company wants everyone to think! But you, you've lived with me for almost two years, you know I'm not like that! Now get the fuck out of my room and don't bother me for the rest of the night," she ordered.

"But, Brit," he said, pleading.

"No!" she yelled. " Don't you dare Brit, me! Get out now, and don't ever mention this again. I'm going to seriously consider if I should even keep you as my friend, let alone my manager."

Chris proceeded to the door, and turned back to look at her just for a second.

"Now, god damn it!" she screamed.

Defeated, Chris left the room and Britney slammed the door closed behind him. She leaned against the door in disbelief. Not so much of Chris's implications and proposal but more of herself. Did she really come across like a complete whore? She didn't mean to, but she was a teen queen as her producers said, and she had an image to maintain.

Feeling suddenly, completely worn out, she decided not to shower, and simply pulled off her clothes, put on a t-shirt and got into bed. As she lay there she thought about how she should handle the situation with Chris, both as her friend and as her manager. She sighed in disbelief, she had never suspected him of harboring those feelings for her, and she wished she had seen it sooner.

Britney awoke early, feeling shitty from not having taken a shower. Rolling out of bed, she looked out through the window of the bus and saw the sky was overcast and gray. She decided that since it was early and everyone else was still asleep she should go for her morning run. If she waited then they would send a couple of security people after her and Britney hated that.

Ditching the T-shirt, she pulled a sports bra on, slithered into her spandex running pants, which stopped at mid-calf, then pulled on her socks and sneakers and grabbed her jacket. Easing open the door, so as not to wake Jim, Peter or especially Chris, she tiptoed through the front of the bus, pushed open the door and stepped outside. The chill air caused goosebumps to rise on her skin and she shivered as a blast of wind hit her, whipping her hair about her face.

Pulling on her jacket, she zipped it up and began to stretch casually against the side of the bus, then set off on a jog around the outer circle of the chain link fence surrounding the stage and spectator area. She moved gracefully through the trampled grass around the arena, her exertion in the high mountain air and the cold wind conspired to make her feel exhilarated and light on her feet. Spying a trail off to her right, leading into the woods, she turned off onto it and began to run up the mountain, through the trees.

She ran and ran and ran. Feeling her muscles push her up the slope, over rocks, across streams, and around the mountain. The solitude of the forest made her lose all sense of time and place, relaxing her constantly churning mind, relieving her of all the pressures that always seemed to threaten to crush her young heart. Suddenly, she stopped.

Breathing raggedly from the high altitude and exercise she placed her hands on her hips and looked around her. Not a sound reached her ears as she studied the forest around her. Then she realized she wasn't quite sure where she was, or more importantly how she got there. 

Turning back the way she had come, she saw that the trail she had started out on was completely gone. With sweat beading on her forehead and rolling down her back, sending chills through her body, Britney began to head back in the direction she had come from. She walked for a long time, trying hard to remember how she had gotten to where she ended up, but finding no answer and before long she wandering aimlessly, and beginning to panic because she hopelessly lost.

The sound of water caught her ears and she headed towards it, feeling very thirsty. Breaking through the edge of the trees she found herself in a clearing with a lazily moving stream that had formed a deep, natural pool in the center of the meadow. The water was crystal clear, and Britney saw a fish darting around in its depths. Looking around, slowly, she didn't see another soul as far as she could see. But just before she went towards the water she saw a large field in the distance and in the center of it was the arena and the tour buses. 

Britney smiled with relief, even though the field was several miles away, but at least she knew she could make it back, safely. Turning back to the water, she knelt down at its edge and studied the water. She was sure she could drink it, this area was, as far as she knew all still mother nature and there were no cities nearby to pollute anything. Using her hand to cup some water in, she tasted the water, and found it cold and tasting just like water.

Reassured, she bent her lips to the water and took a long pull. Sitting up she wiped her mouth with her hand and felt much better. Hearing a sound behind her, she turned just in time to see a flash of something then she was struck heavily from behind and launched into the water. The sudden shock of the cold water hitting her skin and being suddenly underwater stole the breath from her chest.
Struggling to right herself she kicked hard and broke through the surface of the water, sucking in a ragged breath. She swept her hair out of her eyes as she tread water, breathing heavily. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see several men leering at her from shore. Turning around, she saw more men standing on the far shore, also laughing hysterically.

Britney's eyes went wide as she saw several of them holding a firearm of some sort or another. None of them seemed to be much older than their late twenties, and they all appeared to be dressed like they were on some kind of hunting excursion. Realizing her dilemma, Britney was deep in the mountains, no one knew where she was and there was no chance of escape. 

"Well look at this boys," one of them said. He was on the shore she had originally been on. " Looks like we found us a genuine Britney Spears fan."

"How do you know that, Larry?" asked another man next to him.

"Well look at her she's wearing a jogging suit with them hot stretch pants. You know any other woman that would be out in these parts wearing something like that if there wasn't that concert going on?"

The other man nodded. " Yeah, I guess you're right."

The first man, Larry looked back at Britney as she moved downstream and managed to find the riverbed so she could stand up.

"How you doin' out there darlin'?" he asked as he moved down the chore to stand in front of her. " You must be cold, why don't you come out of there and I'll warm you up."

Britney shivered as she hugged herself, rubbing her shoulders, and shook her head, defiantly at the man.

He smiled back at her. " Aw, c'mon now honey, you can't stay out there forever. You'll catch your death of cold."

"That's your f-fault," Britney accused through chattering teeth.

The man laughed. " That was just a joke, sweetheart," he said, soothingly.

Britney's mind raced. She was cold and scared, and these men had nothing but evil on their minds. But he was right, she couldn't stay out here forever. Just as she was about to get out of the water one of the other men ran up to stand next to Larry and stared at Britney's face as her lips turned blue.

"Holy shit, Larry," he exclaimed. " That ain't a Britney Spears fan, that's Britney Spears."

Britney froze as Larry studied her with a renewed vigor, and the sound of the other men talking reached her ears. 

"I'll be god damned, Junior. You're right," Larry said. " Well, Miss Spears, you gonna come out of there?"

Britney shook her head. 

"Aw, come on, I promise we won't hurt you. We'll even help you get back to your friends in time for your concert tonight."

Britney was beyond thought; she was so cold. " Y-you p-p-promise?"

Larry nodded, and smiled.

Britney moved towards shore, her upper body clearing the surface of the water. As she stepped on shore, she felt all eyes sweeping over her body as she rubbed her arms and shivered from cold. She looked at Larry, whose eyes swept over her for a moment, before he grabbed her by the throat and forced her to the ground. Britney screamed in protest as Larry straddled her waist, using his weight to pin her on her back.

"Please," Britney pleaded. " Don't hurt me."

Larry smiled as he reached down and moved her hands away from her chest, pinning them above her head on the grass with one hand. With the other he unzipped her jacket, exposing her stomach and sports bra covered chest, her nipples poking against the fabric, standing out from the cold water.

"Oh, I won't hurt you, Britney. I wouldn't dream of it, you're gonna be begging me to keep fucking you. But some of the other boys might not be so nice."

Britney began to cry as Larry cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing her flesh roughly, kneading it like dough. She tried to struggle, but couldn't she was so lethargic from being in the water so long, her mind could hardly keep up with what was happening, let alone try to fight back.

Suddenly, the sound of a horse snorting caught everyone's attention. Larry sat up, releasing Britney's hands. He reached for his gun, laying on the ground nearby, and at that moment the crack of a rifle shattered the stillness and the gun bounced away with the sharp ring of a ricocheting bullet.


The Cowboy Way Ch. 01



He leaned against the door of the barn, and watched her walk across the yard. He pulled his hat off and wiped his brow. A slow smile spread across his face. He knew she was here for her riding lesson, but he had something else in mind for her today. If he read her correctly, she was as submissive as the day was long. 

Today she was wearing jeans and a long shirt that covered up most of her body. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and a pair of sturdy boots covered her feet.

She walked with slow steps, as if she wasn't totally comfortable in her surroundings, the look on her face was kind of sad. 

"Hi there Tori, how are you today?"

"Hi, Jack I'm ok and yourself?"

"Good, another hot one today. Are you ready for your lesson?" he asked with just a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Yes, even though I'm not sure why I'm still taking them. It's not that hard to ride a horse Maybe we should make this the last one. You've done what you promised. You taught me to ride a horse."

" Fair enough, but you may change your mind after today's lesson. Why don't you come up to the loft in here for a minute, then we can get started." He watched her walk in ahead of him and smiled. " Go on up, I'll be there in just a minute"

Tori slowly climbed up the ladder leading to the loft. She couldn't imagine what he wanted to show her up here. As her eyes became adjusted to the light she could make out various objects, some she was familiar with others she was not. There was a saddle that appeared to be attached to a frame. Several crops, and a lunge whip. There was a strange looking piece of wood that looked like a giant x in the other corner. She couldn't imagine what any of it was used for. She heard Jack climbing up the ladder, and felt a little uneasy when he reached the top.

He had taken off his shirt, and she knew he was muscular, but wasn't prepared for the hair that covered his chest and tapered down to a v at the waistband of his jeans. He walked over to the far wall and flipped a switch turning on lights overhead. Her mouth watered as she gazed at his retreating back. 

"So Tori are you ready for your lesson?"

"Yes"

" Well, as you can see this isn't your usual hay loft. This is what I call my loft dungeon. Do you know what I mean when I call it a dungeon?" he watched her reactions closely. 

"Yes, I do… Sir "

"Good… and have I made a mistake with the fact that you're a submissive?"

"No, Sir"

"Relax, I won't hurt you. I didn't bring you up here to attack you. Have you ever been with a Dominant before Tori?" 

"No not in real life only in my fantasies. I've never met anyone that knew what it was. I was beginning to think I was just strange."

"No, you aren't strange. There are a lot of people in this world who enjoy the things you've imagined. How do you feel about exploring some of those things? I'll only do a few things this first time. I don't want to scare you away. What things do you think you will enjoy or have you fantasized about having done to you?"

"Oh, I don't know. Being spanked has always made me very excited and I guess turned on. I've imagined being tied up, and flogged. There are so many things I've heard about online, that I can't even being to imagine having it done to me. "

"I'll ask you this, since you have known me for a while now. Do you trust me, and when I ask that I mean to not permanently harm you, or do anything you don't feel comfortable with?"

"Yes Sir I do trust you"

"Good, so how about we have our first lesson. I'd like you to take your shirt and bra off and kneel here on the floor in front of me with your hands behind your neck."

Cautiously, Tori takes off her shirt and bra, and kneels if front of Jack where he indicated. Her hands clasped behind her neck. Jack pulls a low stool over in front of Tori. He sits down and grabs her ponytail and tugs her hair. "Don't fight it, let your head go back it hurts less" Tori let's her head be pulled back so she is gazing up at him. " Good girl" Jack smiles, and tugs just a little harder. He can see her wince, but she doesn't say anything. "Stand up." Tori gets to her feet and stands before him. "Remove your boots, socks and jeans." Tori hesitated for only a moment then did as he requested. Standing before him in a thong only she had the urge to cover herself up, but forced herself to stand still. He could tell she was nervous, so he moved slowly with her. He knew she had time, and he didn't want to scare her away. He had a feeling she would be an excellent submissive. "Turn around and put your hands behind your neck again" Tori did as requested. She felt one of Jack's strong hands run down her back, to her ass. He kneaded her ass, then smacked it. She flinched but didn't move. She felt the moisture between her legs build. 

Jack grasped her thong and slid it off of her, leaving her completely naked and feeling vulnerable in front of him. He stood up, and walked around her. Grabbing her breast in both hands, squeezing, twisting, pulling. Watching her face for her reaction. He could tell she enjoyed it just by the look on her face. He stroked a hand down her body, felt her quiver in anticipation. His hand found her moistness between her legs, and easily slipped inside her. He could feel her go weak and stroked her wet pussy with his fingers. "Go over by the saddle and lay over it, with your legs spread a little"

"Yes Sir" Tori walked over to the saddle and pulled herself over, feeling slightly awkward to be laying like that, but didn't protest. Jack walked in front of her and took her right hand and cuffed it to the leg of the stand, then did the same with her left. "I'm going to leave you ungagged for now, but I may in future sessions decide to gag you" I'm going to spank and flog you now. If the pain gets to be too much for you, tell me red. If it is fine and you feel you can take a little more the color will be green. If your bordering between the two the color will be yellow. I'll ask you for colors so I know how you are doing. Understood?"

"Yes Sir" Tori replied with as much dignity as she could in this position.

Jack went to stand behind her again. Gently rubbing her ass. Feeling her muscles relax again. He knew if she was tense it would hurt her faster. He wanted her to enjoy her first time. He started smacking her ass softly. Turning it a nice shade of pink. "Color?" "Green" He increased the strength on his smacks. Her bottom turning a nice shade of red now. 

He stopped spanking her with his hand, and gently rubbed his hands over her ass. Feeling the heat, smiling to himself. He picked up a deerskin flogger, which he felt would be good for her first time. Gently he ran it down her back letting her feel the softness. Her heard her let out a soft sigh.

He stepped back and brought the flogger down on her ass. She jumped at the contact but didn't say anything. He repeated his movements.. This time she didn't flinch. So he continued to strike her buttocks, thighs, and back. "Color" he waited a moment for her to answer. When she didn't he asked again. "Color Tori" 'Green Sir" "Are you sure?" "Yes Sir"

He switched to a bullhide flogger next. This one stung a bit more, but she could feel the moisture between her legs, slowly trailing down her thighs. He repeatedly slapped her with the flogger, concentrating mostly on her bottom. After several minutes of this he asked again for a color. This time she stated yellow, so he backed off a bit. Decided to give her a bit of a rest with the flogger. He walked in front of her, and using a foot switched raised the saddle upward. He raised her until her face was level with his penis. 

"Now Tori, do you know what I'm going to ask you to do?"

"Yes Sir, I think so"

" Do you have a problem with this?"

"No Sir not at all" her tongue slowly ran along her lower lip in anticipation.

He slowly undid his jeans, stepped out of them and pulled his briefs off. He stepped closer and put his cock in her mouth. She greedily sucked and licked pulling him in farther. His hands gripped her head holding her still as he slowly fed his cock into her tight throat. She continued to lick and suck, pulling on his cock with her mouth making him moan. As he started to cum, he pulled out of her mouth and shot his cum over her back. Tori laid there unable to move, but feeling frustrated as she had not had any release yet. She wiggled her hips a little against the saddle which Jack noticed. He walked back behind her, and picked up a leather slapper. He pushed her legs open farther so that he could just see her clit from behind. He smacked her wet pussy with the slapper, making her moan. He knew she was frustrated, he could tell it from the way her hips were rocking on the saddle. He wanted her to suffer a little more before he gave her some relief. Jack methodically smacked her ass, clit, thighs and legs, knowing she would have a hard time sitting tomorrow. He could see how wet she was, he slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy, stroking in and out slowly. Occasionally he would spank her with the slapper. He could feel her getting more and more excited and closer to orgasm. He continued to stroke her pussy with his fingers building up her anticipation. When he sensed she was close he stopped. 

" I know you want to orgasm Tori, but this time I'm not going to allow you to. I'm going to give you a homework assigment. " He walked back in front of her and undid the cuffs on her wrist and lowered the saddle back down so she could slide off without falling. " Your assignment will be to play with yourself however you choose to, but you can't orgasm. When you come back here next week you will tell me how you chose to pleasure yourself. I expect you to be honest with me. If you do orgasm, I want to know. Then when we meet again next week, I'll allow you the orgasm you are so desperately craving right now."

Tori swallowed hard, but quietly agreed with his terms.

" You may get dressed now. "

Tori carefully walked over to where her clothes were carelessly tossed and got dressed. She winced as the denim slid over her sore flesh. 

"Sir?"

"Yes" Jack turned to her with a smile.

"Thank you, for showing me what I've been missing. If it's all right with you, I'd like to continue my lessons" Tori grinned.

"I think we will both enjoy your lessons"

They climbed down from the loft, and Tori walked back to her car with a grin on her face.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 01



"Anyone of you reaches for another gun is gonna get shot right through the fucking face!" a voice rang out from the trees.

Britney looked around and saw the other men glancing around nervously at each other. Larry's eyes shifted nervously, as he tried to find the source of the gunfire. 

"Now all of you, throw your weapons into the stream!" the voice ordered.

None of the men, moved, however, and another shot rang out, hitting a rotten log near one of the men on the farside of the stream, causing it to explode. That man, immediately threw his rifle into the water, with a splash. Several other splashes followed soon after as other men tossed their weapons as well, not wanting to chance getting shot. 

"You, the one on top of the girl, get off her or I'll blow you off, you simple son of a bitch!"

Larry looked down at Britney, his eyes seething with rage as he stood up slowly.

"Now all of you have fifteen seconds to disappear before I open fire. And I will kill you if you fuck with me."

The men looked at each other for a moment, then turned and began run like mad men downstream as fast as they could. Britney lay still, afraid to move until she couldn't hear the men anymore. When she couldn't she sat up, slowly, shivering uncontrollably.

Looking around, she saw the man who had done the shooting, moving towards her on horseback. She recognized him, immediately as the one that had been in the field two nights ago. He still wore a long black coat and the white hat, but now he held a wicked looking semi-automatic rifle of some kind. Britney had seen the same gun in the movie Full Metal Jacket, but didn't think about it then. She wondered if he was going to be any better than the last men.

He rode right up to her, the pale horse bending its head down to stare at her as the rider dismounted, sliding his rifle into a saddle scabbard. He walked up to stand next to Britney and knelt down. She eyed him, nervously, still shivering.

"P-please," she whispered.

He took off his hat revealing short, light brown hair, and cold blue eyes. He had a short goatee and a handsome face, but none of that registered to Britney. Reaching out with a gloved hand, the rider went to take a hold of Britney's arm, but she recoiled. He paused, regarding her.

"I won't hurt you," he said, solemnly.

Britney was scared and cold, but something in his voice told her she could trust this man. Slowly, she held out her hand and he took it, gently pulling her to her feet. He towered over her as he looked down at her, her hair bedraggled and clinging to her wetly as she regarded him.

Turning back to the horse he pulled a blanket out of a bedroll and turned back to her. He opened up the flannel blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He guided her to stand beside the horse, then helped into the saddle. Taking the reins, he climbed lightly into the saddle behind her. 

"Now, listen to me, Britney," he said into her ear. " I'm going to take you back. We have to move fast so we're going to ride. I want you to lean back against me and hold on. If we don't go fast you're going to get hypothermia. Do you understand?"

She nodded. " I understand."

The rider spurred the horse, who leaped forward in a headlong dash down the mountain, alongside the stream. Britney leaned back against the rider's rock solid upper body and without even realizing it she grabbed onto his right arm, which he had wrapped around her waist. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, desperate to get warm as the wind whipped at her.

She felt her stomach enter her throat as the horse leapt over the stream and darted into the trees. Closing her eyes she could only hear the thunder of the horse's hooves as they moved through the trees. Opening her eyes she realized they were in the field, running towards the tour buses as several people gathered around her bus turned to stare at them as they slowed, then stopped next to them. 

Britney felt herself being lifted out of the saddle and carried into the bus as she finally lost consciousness.

Finally she was warm, Britney thought as she lay there under the covers, feeling absolutely marvelous. Opening her eyes she found herself in the bedroom of her tour bus, and saw Chris sitting on the seat next to the window looking out at the setting sun. He looked worn down, stressed out and tired.

"Chris," she said, as she sat up. 

He turned, surprised, to see she was awake. " Hey, you okay, Britney?"

She nodded. " Yeah, I'm fine. What time is it?"

He looked at his watch. " Seven o'clock, you go on in an hour and a half."

Britney nodded.

"What happened?" he asked.

She thought a moment, trying to recall everything. Then she told him everything, about how she had gone running and gotten lost. Finding the stream, and seeing the stage, then the men attacking her. Finally she told him about the rider and how he had saved her life in more ways then one and gotten her back to the bus.

"Wow," Chris said. " You were real lucky."

"Yeah, I was," she agreed. " I better get ready to go on," she said as she got out of bed and began to get ready to go to her dressing room on the other bus.

"Listen, Britney," Chris said. " I'm sorry about last night, I just, didn't think-"

Britney help up her hand. " Chris, shut up, okay. I forgive you. You're my friend, so I'll let it go. The only thing that hurt was that I thought you knew me better than that. Let's just not talk about it anymore, okay?"

Chris nodded. " Yeah, sure," he said, then turned to go.

"Chris, one more thing," she called. " Where's the rider?"

Chris looked back at her. " I don't know, he left right after he carried you in here."

The second show that night was spectacular. It was even better than the night before. The crowd was going nuts by the end of the night when Britney walked off the stage waving and blowing kisses to her screaming fans. But unlike last night she walked back to her bus by herself, Chris had felt it wiser to leave her to her own devices and not bring up what had happened the night before. 

Britney walked into her room and this time got right into the shower, just long enough to cool down and clean up. Then she dried herself off and changed into a pair of loose fitting khaki pants, sneakers and a button up flannel shirt. She dried her hair then sat down on one of the sofas in the front of the bus and opened up a magazine and began to read.

But her thoughts weren't on the material in front of her, they were on the rider. She hadn't even gotten his name and he had saved her life. Besides that he had seemed like a really nice guy, quiet, yet sure of himself. Why had he left her? Did he think of her the same as Chris did? But if he did then why hadn't he done what those other men had wanted to do to her? But as she remembered the look in his eyes as he studied her she knew he wasn't like those other men and didn't think of her the same way Chris did.

As she had these thoughts she heard the whinny of a horse and sat bolt upright. It was him, he had come back. Britney threw the magazine on the floor and walked down the steps, opened the door to the bus and stepped outside. 

He was standing next to the bus, holding the reins to his horse, which had it's head down nuzzling aside the tall grass to get to the tender shoots below. The rider looked at her as she stepped off the bus and he removed his hat. Britney walked alongside the bus towards him as they regarded each other. 

"You came back," she stated, her tone simple, not malignant or benign, merely even as she ran a finger along the cold metal of the bus.

He nodded. " Yes, ma'am. I had to."

She smiled as she crossed in front of him to stand next to the horse, which now seemed huge. Her hand caressed it's golden coat as it ignored her and continued to search for the choicest grass. 

"You were the one the other night in the field, weren't you?" Britney asked.

He nodded. " Yes, ma'am, that was me."

She stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes. " You know my name, why don't use it?"

"I didn't know we were on a first name basis," he stated as he glanced in the other direction, registering the remaining presence of hundreds of people camped out in the separate parking lot.

"You saved my life. I think that kind of puts us on a first name basis," she said, digging her hands into her pockets.

He shook his head as he placed his hat back on his head. " I didn't save your life . . . Britney. I just helped you out of a tough spot is all," he said, glancing nervously towards the parking lot again.

She smiled at his modesty. " Okay, if that's how you want it to be. But I never did get to thank you. Can I at least do that?"

He nodded, not sure why she was asking. " Yeah, go ahead."

Britney took a step forward, taking her right hand from her pocket and placing it on his chest. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, her lips open slightly. She felt the hair of his goatee press against her skin as she felt herself melt as he kissed her back once he regained his senses. She only held that pose for a moment, then stepped back and placed her hand back in her pocket and smiled, as he stood there dazed for a moment. The flash of a camera snapped them both out of their daze and they both looked towards the parking lot, as flash bulbs seemed to explode all around them.

"Oh no," Britney sighed. " I didn't think they would come all they way out here."

"Who are they?" he asked as he regarded the dozen or so photographers behind the fence thirty feet away, feverishly snapping off shots of he and Britney.

"Paparazzi," she replied. " They're leeches who'll take pictures of any star and sell them to magazines."

She looked back at him as he nodded and regarded the men coldly. He walked around to the saddle and swung himself easily into, the horse coming to attention as he did so. They walked up to stand next to Britney as the rider looked down at her.

"I better go, now, Britney," he explained apologetically.

She nodded. " " Oh no," Britney sighed. " I didn't think they would come all they way out here."

"Who are they?" he asked as he regarded the dozen or so photographers behind the fence thirty feet away, feverishly snapping off shots of he and Britney.

"Paparazzi," she replied. " They're leeches who'll take pictures of any star and sell them to magazines."

She looked back at him as he nodded and regarded the men coldly. He walked around to the saddle and swung himself easily into, the horse coming to attention as he did so. They walked up to stand next to Britney as the rider looked down at her.

"I better go, now, Britney," he explained apologetically.

She nodded. " Yeah, I guess," she replied, the disappointment in her voice surprising even her.

The horse tossed his head and snorted and the rider pat his neck soothingly.

"Wait," Britney called as they turned to go.

They stopped and turned, both of them looking back at her.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The rider looked down for a moment, then right back into her eyes. " My name's Ryley," he replied, then turned back in the saddle and touched his spurs to the horse, who set off across the field.

"Promise to come back tomorrow?" she called after him, but if he heard he made no indication.

Britney sighed as she watched them ride off up into the woods and out of sight. She turned back to go into the bus and at that moment she glanced over at the photographers, oozing contempt from every pore on her body. She was fuming in fact at them for breaking up that little scene with . . .Ryley.

Britney held Ryley's hands lightly as she sat in the saddle in front of him while he guided the horse down the mountain trail. Her eyes were shaded from the sun by the cowboy hat that she wore, which she had found in the wardrobe of the dressing room bus. A denim jacket managed to keep her warm, but leaning against Ryley had created a warmth within her since she had climbed into the saddle with him.

He had arrived that morning, offering to take her for a ride through the forest. Britney had eagerly accepted and gotten changed for the occasion in order to try and disguise her identity should they happen upon anyone. When they first started off Britney had been silent, but had leaned against him and taken his hands in hers immediately. She felt extremely comfortable with him and after a time had begun to tell him about what it was like on tour, her problems at home and with her family, her difficulty in keeping her sanity amidst the pop scene and then she had gone on to tell him what happened with Chris the other night.

Ryley for the most part had been quiet except only to reply reassuringly when she had requested his affirmation. His lack of conversation had only sought to strengthen her growing affection for him. Most people she had met since becoming a household name, especially the guys, had all done their best to get in her pants by continuously blabbering away, but only placing themselves further from their goal then they ever were. Ryley's seeming indifference was quite frankly an extreme turn on for Britney.

"Oh, god I can't believe I'm telling you all these things," Britney sighed. " You must think I'm a lunatic."

"Not at all," he replied. 

She looked back at him. " You don't think so?"

He shook his head. " You lead a hell of a life. Every now and then I'm sure you could use a stranger, someone to confide in."

She smiled and leaned back against him, squeezing his hand. " Ryley, who are you? I mean you've got this whole cowboy image, you're a complete mystery to me. And you seem like you know a lot more than you let on."

"You mean was I ever somebody?" he asked.

"No," she replied, quickly, worried she had offended him. " What I mean is you fit in here, but in a way that's not like the slack jawed kind of way I would have expected."

He reined the horse to a stop. " Look, Britney," he said, and she turned in the saddle to look at him. " I was once a part of the world you live in. I had my fame and glory and it tore me apart. I lost everything that was dear to me, everyone I loved, not because they didn't love me anymore but because I pushed them away."

Britney swung her legs around so she was facing backwards in the saddle and face to face with him.

"I got my fifteen minutes of fame at the expense of everything I had. Now . . . I make my living guarding another man's holdings. They just so happen to be on the land your stage is on, and when I heard you would be coming I felt compelled to come down and see you for myself."

Britney wrapped her arms around his waist and slid herself up against him. 

"Why?" she asked.

He looked down at her and removed her hat, letting her hair spill down her back and over her shoulders. 

"I was worried," he stated as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

She leaned her head against his hand. " About what?"

"I was worried that you would end up like me. But I was convinced that I would never have feelings for you. I told myself that I wouldn't."

"But I won't end up like you . . ." she began, but stopped herself.

"You could, you're moving a breakneck pace that could slam you into a wall at any moment. And now after spending time with you I've come to two conclusions. One is that if you don't slow down you will fall. And two is that I do have feelings for you."

Britney closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, their tongues seeking out the other's in a fierce duel. Ryley slid his hands under her jacket, under her shirt to her bare skin. Britney moaned as she felt his hands on her bare back, caressing her skin and pulling her tightly against him. She smiled as she reached between them to place her hand on his crotch and squeeze him through his jeans. He moaned into her mouth and slid one hand around to her tight stomach and pressed firmly.

A sound caught both their attention and their heads snapped in the same direction to stare up the hill. There behind a stand of brush was a man furiously snapping away with a camera. Britney immediately buried her face into Ryley's chest, to hide it from the photographer.

Ryley pulled on his black leather riding gloves and placed a hand on the back of Britney's head.

"You have a choice now, Britney," Ryley whispered. " You can end the pace your career is at, let it slow down to one that will be more fulfilling and last you forever, but you'll have to face that man with his camera, and the next man and the one after that. You'll have to pick up your head and wave. 

"Or, you stay like that and I'll take you back to the arena. It's your choice, Britney," Ryley finished, his hand gently caressing Britney's head.

Britney began to cry at the choice Ryley had placed before her. She didn't want to do this, she wanted to be left alone with Ryley, where the world couldn't find her.

"Oh god, Ryley," she sobbed. " I want to be with you, but I can't, they'll never let me."

"They?" Ryley asked, amused. " And they are your record label aren't they? They don't think the public would accept their teen queen with an ordinary cowboy, huh?"

Britney shook her head.

"All right, kiddo," he said, kissing her forehead. " Let's go boy," he said spurring the horse.

Britney cried, quietly in her bed. Ryley had left, not saying a word to her. He didn't seem angry with her, and that upset Britney even more. Ryley was right, she had to let her public image and her public blend into one, or the two would destroy her.

"What are you crying about?" Chris asked as he entered the room.

She sat up, quickly wiping the tears from her face and faced him. He seemed rather upset as he drank from a cup of coffee. She was about to speak when he threw a newspaper onto the bed next to her. Britney glanced down at the cover, seeing large color photo of a blonde in khaki pants kissing a guy wearing a cowboy hat . . .

"Oh no," Britney said, picking up the paper. She opened the cover and saw more photos, these clearly showing her talking to Ryley, approaching him, and then kissing him. 

"Those bastards," she hissed, throwing the paper to the floor. 

Chris sighed. " The record company, MTV, good morning America and every major publication has already picked this up and rumors are flying."

Britney stood up, slowly and approached the window looking out the rear of the bus. She folded her arms and breathed deeply while Chris picked up the paper and looked through it.

"We've already released a statement, saying the pictures are a fraud and that you're still with Justin. The public relations firm is having a hell of a time killing the rumors, but they're managing-"

"Enough, Chris," Britney said.

He stood up. " All right, I'll fill you in on all of it later."

Britney turned around. " No, I mean enough with all of it. I've had it with the public relations firm and the record producers and the talent agents, all of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm tired of prancing around with Justin as the perfect teeny bopper couple. I don't love him, I never loved him, and I've never gone out with him. You all dreamed that shit up to boost records sales, and I'm sick of it. Pull the plug, Chris. From now on I'm calling the shots and I'm not going to let anyone write for my life anymore!"

Chris was dumbfounded. " Should I release that?"

Britney thought a moment. " No, tell everyone to be at the concert tonight. I'll release then, on stage in front of everyone. I'll tell them about Justin, about everything."

"Britney, have you thought this through, we could lose the contract. Your sales could plummet, the world might not accept you as anything but the perfect image of the pop culture."

"Oh really?" Britney replied.

Chris nodded.

"Well then they can all go fuck themselves," Britney said, her voice ice cold.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 01



Britney stood up from the stage after finishing her song. Her body was covered in sweat and her was whipped about her face from the dance. Standing before the thousands of screaming fans, she ran her hands through her hair, pulling it back behind her head. She breathed deeply as she looked out at the sea of people clapping and screaming and yelling her name.

Right in the front was a large section filled with reporters, photographers and Hollywood namesakes. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat and held the mike up to her face.

"Hey, everybody," she said.

A roar came in reply.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank all of you for coming out here, tonight. But before we all go there's something I need to tell you. Well, a few things actually."

The crowd began to quiet down.

"You know, everyone thinks I'm so perfect. But that's not the truth. The truth is, I'm not what everyone says. I'm just a girl, I make mistakes. But you know that. I'm sure you all saw the papers this morning, with that picture. Well that was me," Britney said. " And that man was a friend of mine, a close friend, maybe more."

Britney could hear of murmur of voices run through the crowd as she continued.

"You all think I'm cheating on Justin, don't you? Well the truth is, I was never going out with him. The whole thing was a giant publicity stunt to help sell records. It wasn't my idea, but I went along with it. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry. Sorry for lying to all of you, when all you've ever done is been there for me. If you don't forgive me, then that's all right, I'll understand."

A silence fell over the crowd.

"So, I guess that's it. Thanks again for coming tonight, I hope you all enjoyed yourself. And I hope you can all understand why I did what I did."

Britney tossed the mike to dazed stagehand and turned to go, when she heard someone start clapping. She slowed as she heard more people clapping. Then in an instant there was an overwhelming roar louder than any she had ever heard as the entire arena began to cheer. Turning around she saw everyone from the furthest people in the back to the photographers and the reporters in the front row clapping and cheering. 

Britney waved and smiled. She began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she blew kisses to the people in the crowd. Taking a deep breath she walked back into the spotlight on stage and out to the edge of the stage. The kids in the front row all jumped up and down holding out their hands, and Britney bent over to shake a few of them. She stood back up and waved one final time, then backed off the stage. 

Britney stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Ryley standing next to the bus with his horse in the exact same position he had been in the night before. He turned to look at her as she approached, slowly. He made no move towards her as she stopped several feet away and stared at him awkwardly. The sudden explosion of light from flash bulbs surrounded them as the photographers on the other side of the fence began snapping pictures.

However, Britney found she no longer cared about them. She couldn't take her focus off Ryley as he removed his hat and held it in his hand at his side. His eyes moved slowly over her body, taking in every of her that her skin colored pants and top didn't cover. Britney's eyes also moved over his body, taking in every inch that his long coat didn't cover. 

Britney laughed as she ran towards him and leapt into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, surrounded by popping flash bulbs. His arms caught her around the waist, suspending in the air against his body and she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Acting out of instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and grinding her burning mound against the rock solid bulge in his pants. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the luscious cheeks many men had fantasized over.

She broke the kiss, her brown eyes looking deep into his blue ones. " I did it, Ryley," she breathed. " I faced them, I told the truth and I won."

He smiled. " I knew you could do it, Britney," he replied as he kissed her deeply.

She groaned as he pulled her tighter into his body.

"Come one, let's go inside," she told him, releasing her death grip on his waist and setting her feet on the ground.

He took her hand and followed her inside the bus, shutting the door behind them with the horse's reins held in the hinges. His eyes devoured her body as he approached her and he tossed his long coat on one of the couches. 

This was the first time she had seen him without it on and marveled at how broad his shoulders were, how narrow his waist was and how his lean muscles bulged against his long sleeve shirt and faded blue jeans. She placed her hands on his chest and began undoing the buttons as he held her by the waist, watching her work. 

Within seconds she had his shirt undone and pulled it out of his pants and off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor as her fingers traced the outline of the muscles that rippled across his chest and his rock solid six pack. Ryley shivered under her touch as he kicked off his cowboy boots, then seized her by the waist and lifted her off the ground.

Britney squealed with delight and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her lips to his again, their tongues searching each other's mouths in a fever inducing dance. Ryley carried her down the narrow corridor into her bedroom and set her on her feet. 

This time it was Britney's turn to shiver as his hands slid up her sides, gently grabbing the material of her sports bra top and open blouse and pulled both over her head. He tossed the material to the floor and his eyes fell upon her incredible breasts. God had seen fit to grace her with the most incredible set of tits any man had ever seen, and Ryley's lips fell to first the right nipple, then the left as he licked and sucked each one into his mouth in turn causing Britney to grab fistfuls of his hair, throw her head back and moan. 

Ryley fell to his knees before her, his tongue tracing a line down between her breasts to her belly button where he licked the diamond stud there. His hands seized the waistband of her stretch pants and pulled them down past her ass, past her knees until they were bunched around her ankles. Britney stepped out of them, leaving her in only a skin colored thong.

Ryley cupped her sex in his hand, giving a delightful squeeze, before pulling her thong off her entirely. Her mound was shaved, baby smooth and equally as soft as Ryley placed a kiss on her bare skin. He gently shoved Britney back onto the bed where she sprawled out flat on her back, her hair cascading across the blankets in a blonde circle around her head. 

She felt him place her legs over his shoulders and she drew a sharp breath as she felt his lips and tongue make contact with the skin in between her thigh and pussy. Her hands found his head as he kissed and licked his way all around her lips, teasing her, driving her mad and causing juice to flow freely from her pussy. Finally when she was about to go insane from the suspense, she felt his tongue flick across her clit, sending a shock through her body that made her clench her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut.

He was merciless as he drove his tongue into her pussy, tasting her before resuming licking her clit. She felt his finger slide into her pussy, tickling her walls then curl around and take a hold of her insides as another finger slid inside and stroked the skin he had drawn tight, slowly at first, but then increasing in speed and ferocity. Between his tongue on her clit and this never before experienced feeling he was creating with his finger Britney began climbing quickly to an orgasm.

"Oh God, Ryley, yes!" she hissed as her right hand made its way to her breast where she began to pinch her nipple. " Oh Jesus, don't stop, harder, harder! Christ, Ryley I'M GONNNNAAA CUUMMMMMM!" Britney wailed.

He brought her to the edge, and held her there, her entire body shaking in anticipation, while her hips bucked against him, trying to draw him in deeper. Then, he pushed her past her limit by sliding a finger into her ass as far as it would go. Britney exploded in orgasm, her entire body bucking against him as he finger fucked her as hard as he could. She cried out in ecstasy, her voice echoing in Ryley's ears as he slowed his motions, allowing her to come down from her high, gently.

He stood, while she tried to regain control of her breathing, and undid his jeans, sliding them to the floor freeing his throbbing hard on just as Britney opened her eyes, which went wide with surprise, and delight. She had expected he was big, but this was going to be absolutely heavenly. His cock was at least nine inches long and three around, and was burning red with desire.

"Oh, Ryley," she breathed, bringing herself to a kneeling position in front of him. 

She wrapped her small hand around his cock, her fingers just barely reaching around the base. He groaned as she began to stroke him, feeling him throb powerfully in her hand. Licking her lips, Britney looked up at him as she moved her lips within and inch of his cock head. His eyes narrowed in concentration as she licked the tip, causing him to buck. She smiled, then swallowed half his shaft.

He threw his head back and moaned, he was in heaven. Her mouth was so warm and soft and wet as she began to suck on his cock. She used one hand to stroke him and the other to fondle his heavy testicles. Britney began to move in a fast rhythm, pushing herself hard, trying to swallow his entire cock, but this was not to be. Ryley knew if he let her she would bring him over the edge far to soon and he didn't want that.

Gently he pried her lips from his cock and pulled her to him, their lips locking passionately as his cock pressed against her stomach. She laid back on the bed, pulling him with her to lay between her widespread legs. His eyes sought hers as he kissed her gently, licking her lips delicately. 

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked.

She shook her head. " No, I want to feel you, only you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Ryley. And I want to feel you come deep inside me. This is going to be special, so don't worry about trivial things like that," she answered, sliding her dripping pussy lips against the tip of his cock for emphasis.

He smiled and kissed her, then got up on his knees, pulling her waist closer. Taking his cock in his hand he pressed the tip against her lips and looked deep into her eyes. Britney Spears moaned long and loud as he slid his cock into her, her eyes rolling back in her head as he slid inch after inch of his cock into her tight, clinging pussy, spreading her lips wide around his shaft until he was as far into her as he could go. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her body as she drew her knees up to his sides, allowing him complete access to her pussy.

She leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, then looked down to see where they were joined, to see her pussy cradling him inside her, to see the thing that she could feel throbbing in her. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips as he drew himself back out until only the tip of his cock was inside, and then slid back into her. He repeated the motion and began to develop a rhythm that soon became feverish and had set the springs to squeaking rather loudly. 

Britney for her part did her best to keep up with his beat, pushing back against him as hard as she could, trying to get him deeper. She cried out in ecstasy, unable to remain quiet as she felt her second orgasm come crashing down against her. Her hips bucked against him, but he had no trouble controlling her as he pounded away at her pussy, which was sucking away at his cock. He could feel his balls begin to churn and tried desperately to hold it off, he wanted her to come once more before he blew his load.

Apparently Britney knew he was losing control, because she rolled him onto his back, never allowing his cock to exit her pussy and she straddled his hips. Biting her lower lip she ground her pubic bone against him, feeling the base of his cock rubbing delightfully against her clit. Placing her hands on his chest she began to move her hips up and down, riding his cock at a quickening pace. Soon she had the whole bed bouncing from her efforts.

Ryley grabbed her hips and helped guide her, slamming his cock upwards into her pussy every time she lowered herself. He knew he was close but sensed she was on her way as well, he just needed to push her over the edge. Britney leaned forwards, crushing her tits into his chest as she used only her hips to fuck him at a lightning speed. 

Feeling her pussy begin to squeeze his cock harder and faster Ryley fucked her for all he was worth as his cock began to burn. Britney could feel his cock begin to throb mightily inside her, as sweat dripped from her forehead onto his chest. Ryley cried out and drove himself upwards, impaling her on his cock, holding them both off the bed as his cock jerked and spewed forth his first rope of hot, thick cum. As she felt the first blast splash against her pussy, Britney exploded in an orgasm that made her scream in delight. 

Ryley rolled her onto her back and pumped furiously, spewing his load into the hot, wet confines of Britney's tight snatch, coating her insides with his load. Britney's pussy clamped down hard on his cock, milking him even harder as she came around him, biting her hand to stifle her cries of passion. Even when he had finished depositing his load inside her he continued to pump his cock in and out of her dripping snatch, savoring the feeling of her clinging pussy. Exhaustion made him fall into her arms, however, with his cock still buried deep within her.

They held each other, breathing heavily and kissing gently. Britney stroked him lovingly as she felt his cock twitch inside, causing her to smile. He kissed her neck lovingly and stroked her stomach and pubic mound, enjoying the feel of her soft skin coated in sweat. For some reason he didn't want to pull out of her and she didn't seem to want him to either, so they both just lay there still joined. 

Within minutes Ryley's cock began to twitch and grow again, once again throbbing inside her pussy. Britney smiled as she felt this, and rolled him onto his back again. She sat up straight, holding his cock inside her and running her hands through her hair as his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. One thing was for sure, she was in love with him.

Britney snuggled against Ryley, her leg draped over his and her head on his chest. His even breathing told her he was asleep and she smiled in content. They had made love several times more after their first encounter and each time had been even better than the last. Something about him made her stomach churn and heart beat faster. 

Maybe it was the fact that she didn't really know who he was, or anything about him for that matter. But that didn't really matter to her. She enjoyed being with him, in every way she thought with a laugh, which made Ryley stir and open his eyes. He smiled down at her, pulling her body against his in a loving embrace.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked as he kissed her.

She smiled as she rubbed his chest. " I was just thinking that I don't really know anything about you, but I love being with you anyway."

He sighed. " You don't really need to know a person to love them, Britney. I knew I loved you from the first moment I saw you in that field. And I didn't know anything about you."

She sat up, straddling him and looking down into his eyes. " Yes, you did, Ryley, you knew who I was."

He shook his head as he laced his fingers into hers. " No, I saw what your producers wanted the world to see. I saw what the photographers who took your pictures wanted me to see. The only person that can show anyone who you are is you."

She sighed and laid down on top of him, her face next to his, her cheek on his shoulder. His hands encircled her waist, his fingers caressing her soft skin. Ryley still couldn't get over how soft and delicate her skin was. 

"Ryley, what did you do before . . . this?"

He sighed. " Do you really want to know?"

She nodded as she kissed his neck. " I just was wondering. You said you had been in the spotlight, you had your fame. But what was it?"

Ryley sat up in bed, leaving Britney there, under the covers. He ran his hands through his hair and blew a ragged breath from between his lips.

"Four years ago, when you were just hitting the music scene, I was just entering the Winston Cup circuit. I was a NASCAR driver, can you believe that? And, God I was good. I was going to be the rookie of the year. I had a better record than Jeff Gordon did his rookie year. I was making holes around Dale Earnhardt, the intimidator. Nothing could stop me."

Britney sat up on her knees behind him and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. 

"Nothing on the track that is. I was always out drinking, partying, doing photo shoots, signing autographs, you name it. I was even supposed to appear in one of Shania Twain's videos or something," he said with a laugh. " Then one night I got into a fight with some guy at a party, and he said we should settle it with a race. . . I don't remember much from the race, but they said I put the guy into a guard rail, and sent him down an embankment. 

"He didn't die, but he's stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, Britney. They black flagged me, banned me from the tracks and the circuit for life. After that it was all downhill."

Britney slid around onto his lap, kissing him tenderly. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She leaned back and looked into his eyes.

"Ryley, it wasn't your fault. You got caught up in the life. It took off way to fast and you couldn't handle the pressure."

She smiled, sweetly and kissed him again. " Just like I did. But you saved me from that, too. I guess I owe you twice."

Ryley smiled. " And how do you plan on repaying me for that?"

Britney smiled and pushed him back on the bed. She kissed her way down his chest, across his stomach and then took his hardening cock into her mouth. She licked all around it, paying special attention to the underside of the head. He groaned in ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, fondling his balls with her hand.

Ryley pulled her off his cock and she straddled him. Taking his cock in her hand lowered herself slowly, impaling her self on his cock. Ryley's hands found her hips as she settled down onto his balls completely filled by his throbbing cock. She leaned back and began to ride his cock, bouncing up and down, feeling it empty then fill her pussy with a rush of electricity.

She leaned forward, her hair falling about hers and Ryley's faces. They kissed tenderly while she rode him, reveling in the feel of his cock. She slid off him and got up on all fours, looking over her shoulder at Ryley with a smile. He got up on his knees behind her and pressed his cock, slowly through her clinging lips while Britney drew a sharp intake of breath.

Ryley seized her hips and began to pound into her, shoving her forwards with each thrust and then pulling her back to meet his next thrust. Britney was content to let him bounce her back and forth on that incredible cock as she climbed towards another orgasm. Ryley balls slapped repeatedly against Britney's clit and finally triggered her orgasm. 

She cried out, and Ryley seized her by the breast and lifted her up so that her back was pressed against his chest. Britney's hands entangled themselves in his hair as he pistoned in and out of her. As she came, he felt his balls churning and he fucked her harder. 




The Cowboy Way Ch. 02



In case you didn't read the first chapter I'll give you a brief overview of everything that's happened. In short: Britney met a cowboy in Colorado who saved her first from a bunch deliverance wanna be's and then from her vicious record company, who had controlled her life for as long as we've known her. Britney admitted on stage that her relationship with Justin was a farce and told the whole story. The crowd loved it. She had an affair with the cowboy and then her manager . . . look maybe you should just read the first chapter. Hopefully I did a better job on this one than the first one, at least there will be less errors. I know this one is short, but it's good and it's this way for a reason. I'm building up here, this is not the end, only the beginning – the cowboy

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The jet-black Trans Am slid to a stop in front of the large southwestern style mansion located in Hollywood Hills California. The passenger and driver's side doors opened simultaneously, but Britney Spears stepped out first from the driver's seat. The light, afternoon breeze blew her long blonde hair, picturesquely around her face. She wore a white spaghetti strap top that hugged her curves nicely, showing off her breasts rather invitingly. Her gorgeous ass was defined nicely by a full-length, black silk skirt, which did little to show off her long tan legs but gave away tantalizing ideas every time the fabric brushed against her skin. 

She smiled as Ryley stepped out onto the pavement, placing his white cowboy hat on his head as he did so. His cold blue eyes glanced around the spacious property as the wind blew his long black coat out behind him. His tall, lean frame was covered in a white T-shirt, which outlined his muscular chest, and a pair of Wrangler jeans. He admired the house as he closed the passenger's door and a smile crossed his face as he caught Britney's eyes as she gazed at him.

"Come on," she said, walking around the car towards the front door. "I want to show you the inside."

Ryley followed her through the door into the huge foyer. Twin staircases spiraled upwards to the second floor and a waterfall cascaded down the far wall, collecting in a pool that ran along the base. He whistled as he estimated the foyer alone must have cost well over a hundred thousand dollars. Britney took his hand, clearing his thoughts, and lead him through the rest of the house. 

He was astounded by how huge the building actually was. When he had been in the NASCAR circuit Ryley had been to a lot of mansions, some bigger, but never had he been in one that was this big but actually felt like a home. Britney had spent a lot of time decorating and it was apparent that she had also spent a good deal of time here.

The house was forgotten, though as they stood on the expansive porch that ran along the back of the house. Britney leaned against the wooden railing, spreading out her hands on the top rail as she watched the sun setting. Ryley stood slightly behind her, admiring her figure, watching her hair as it blew lazily about her head.

"It's not the Rockies, but it does kind of have its own beauty doesn't it, Ryley?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He nodded. "Yes it does," he replied, admiring her ass as it stuck out slightly.

She laughed. "Not me, you perv!" Britney laughed.

Ryley smiled as he slid up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stood up against him, arching her back and moaning as his hands slid around her body, one cupping her breast and the other sliding down the front of her skirt to put pressure on her pubic bone. Biting her lower lip, she ground herself back against his growing erection, living on the feelings his hands were producing. 

"Ryley," she moaned. "Oh God, Ryley, I love you so much. I can't believe I ever thought you would have left."

He turned her around and pressed her up against the railing, kissing her passionately. Reaching between them, Britney undid his belt and unzipped his pants. She reached inside his boxers and grabbed his cock, squeezing the throbbing organ gently as she began to stroke it.

Ryley moaned and placed his hands on the railing on either side of Britney to steady himself. She looked up at his closed eyes and smiled wickedly as she saw him fighting to remain calm. Slowly, she pulled his cock out into the cool evening air and watched him open his eyes to regard her, a look of excitement crossing his face.

"Tell me, Ryley," she said. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

He smiled as he pulled her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. 

"Miss Spears," he said, playfully. "Are you trying to use sex to get me to admit that I love you?"

She cocked an eye as she unbuttoned his shirt. "Maybe."

Ryley reached between her legs and caressed her mound through her thong, his heart skipping a beat as he felt a spreading dampness under his touch. He grabbed the thin material and pulled it aside, causing Britney to gasp as her pussy was bared to the same cool breeze that enveloped Ryley's cock. Britney moaned as his finger slid through her lips and his thumb teased her clit. Her hips began to rock as she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

"You know," she said, between breaths. "We really ought to thank Jim for going back to get you . . .oooohhh, mmmmm."

Ryley smiled. "Yeah, he really is a stand up guy. And it was even nicer of him to loan us his car."

"Jesus Christ, Ryley where did you ever learn to do this? But you're right, I really like that car, I might have to buy one," she replied with a high-pitched whine. 

"I mean if it wasn't for him going back to get you, we wouldn't be about to have the greatest sex of my life so far on the railing of my porch, now would we?"

"Yeah, maybe we should send him a 'Wish you were here' card."

Britney burst out laughing and almost fell off the railing. "All right," she said, calming down. "Enough foreplay, Ryley," she said, her tone serious as she grabbed a hold of his cock. "I want you to fuck me, Ryley."

Silently, Ryley slid his cock all the way into Britney's tight, wet pussy, the only sound was her sharp intake of breath just as he reached as deep as he could and his balls nestled against her ass. Britney pulled him down for a passionate kiss, and locked her arms around his neck as he began to pump himself in and out of her. 

He pulled out till just the tip of his cock was inside her, then slid himself all the way back into her snatch. Ryley was in heaven. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. It was hot, it was wet, it was tight and it felt oh so good. And then to have her fingers digging into his back as he sawed in and out, pulling him faster and harder was like a dream come true. The feel of her naked skin against his only added to his pleasure and fueled his desire.

Crying out, Britney bucked her hips against his as her pussy let loose a flood of juice as her orgasm washed over her. She bit her lower lip as she tried to hold her screams back, to stifle her pleasure as she reveled in the feeling of his cock filling her pussy with every throbbing inch he had. Wanting more, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind him pulling him in deeper and harder.

Ryley felt his balls tightening, could feel himself on the edge as his cock began to burn. He raised one hand from her hip and cupped her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipple and massaging her flesh gently, lovingly. Her eyes met his as they moved against each other, and she smiled as she began to fuck him harder. She knew he was on the edge and she moved so he would be able to get as deep as he could with each stroke.

Reaffirming her grip on his neck, with one hand she reached down between them and fondled his nuts. That was all it took, Ryley groaned as his cock exploded inside Britney, spewing his cum into her and coating her walls with his load. 

Britney screamed in ecstasy and pulled herself against him, bucking her hips into his and living on the feeling of his cum splashing inside her. Her orgasm came suddenly, blinding her with a white-hot light that consumed her every time she closed her eyes. It raced from her pussy throughout her body and hit her like a blast of ice cold water. 

They both came down slowly, still joined, holding each other outside on the porch. Britney breath came in strangled gasps as she tried to calm herself down, which not easy with Ryley's cock still throbbing inside her but eventually she managed to get her breathing under control and with a big sigh lay her head on his shoulder, content for the moment.

Ryley pulled out of her slowly, reluctantly separating them, and gingerly placed his cock back in his pants. He tucked in his shirt and tightened his belt as Britney slid off the railing, adjusting her clothes. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Well, Cowboy, I think it's high time we went clothes shopping," Britney stated.

Ryley held out his hands and looked down at himself. "Why, what's wrong with this? I like this look."

"Umm . . . trust me, Ryley, so do I. I just think we should update it a little."

Ryley smiled.

They had shopped all afternoon. Well actually they hadn't shopped, merely browsed, as Ryley hadn't seen anything he was even willing to try on. That is until he had spotted a shop with giant cowboy hat dangling from the sign along with an old lariat or lasso. 

This time it had been Britney who followed him inside, rather than the other way around as it had been so far. Upon entering the store, he was disappointed at first at not seeing the Wranglers he was accustomed to, or the plain flannel shirts. And when he had heard some crazy music on the intercom he was ready to walk out until he realized it was Bon Jovi singing 'Blaze of Glory.' It was a song Ryley knew well.

But he did spot the display of Stetsons on the far wall. He had been drawn to it like a moth to a flame and had stared in wonder, just like he had when he was a boy. Britney had joined him at the case, her hand resting on his shoulder as she leaned against his arm. She gazed in wonder, not at the case like Ryley, but at the look of child-like awe on his face.

"May I help you?" asked one of the salesmen from behind the two.

They both turned, Britney to face the salesmen and Ryley to look around the rest of the store. The salesman was taken back when he realized it was Britney Spears standing in front of him.

"Oh, Miss Spears," he said. "What an honor to meet you is there anything I can get you?"

Britney smiled, slightly. "Yes as a matter of fact there is. Do you see my friend wandering aimlessly about your store?"

The salesman, his nametag said Henry, looked over at Ryley, who was admiring a long black coat on the far wall.

"Ah, yes," Henry said, then glanced down in a moment of anxiety and understanding at the rack of magazines and newspapers next to him, against the counter. 

Britney glanced down also and saw the most recent copy of the Sun; with the pictures of her and Ryley the first night they had made love.

"Yes," she said. "That is the cowboy. But anyway, what I'm trying to do is drag him kicking and screaming into some style. He doesn't want anything to do with it."

"Men like him are set in their ways," Henry said, leaning closer.

Britney stepped back, a warning flashing across her eyes. "Which is why I'm with him. But like I was saying, I don't want to lose the cowboy image, it's one of the things that attracted me to him," she said, her words meant to drive home a message to this young man and the look of illness that crossed his face made her smile in triumph.

"What I want to do is make it new, like when you restore an old car. Just make it more today."

Henry nodded as he thought about what she had said then yelled into the back. 

"Victor! I'm gonna need your help on this one!"

A heavy wind blew suddenly as the door to the western boutique opened and Ryley stepped outside. The tails of his new leather coat blew up behind him, almost to the brim of his new white Stetson. Britney had definitely accomplished her mission and given Ryley a more contemporary look.

His Wranglers had been replaced by black A/X pants, a white pearl snap shirt adorned his upper body with a black t-shirt underneath and of course the white Stetson complete with braided black leather hatband. But the cream of the crop was the coat, which was the one thing Ryley was adamant about having. 

Despite his six foot two inch height, well six four if you counted the new black cowboy boots, the coat went down to his knees. Made out of real, not synthetic black leather that was faded to look like an old coat, and not having any buttons or zipper it hung open all the time. But it did have a stylishly high collar and leather stitching around all the seams. Henry, the salesman had said it was the same coat Kevin Costner wore in 3000 Miles to Graceland, not that Ryley knew what the hell that was.

Looking down, Ryley examined the new clothes as Britney watched a few of the salesmen loading packages of clothes into her BMW. He ran his hands along the leather of the coat and then fiddled with one of the pearl snap buttons on his shirt. Britney laughed as she watched him shifting in his new attire.

"What's so funny?" he asked, turning to face her.

She shook her head. "You look like a fish out of water."

"It's all your fault," he laughed back.

Ryley turned and out of the corner of his eye saw a man with a camera snapping pictures of him from across the street. He motioned to Britney, who turned and saw him, a light dancing in her eyes. She walked over and stood in front of Ryley.

"I wonder what paper he's from," Ryley thought aloud as Britney's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Who cares? You know, he looks like he's working hard, maybe we should make sure he earns his pay," Britney said, playfully.

Ryley smiled as he gathered her into his arms and kissed her fiercely, their tongues intertwining in plain sight of the camera. Ryley laughed as he heard the salesmen cursing him under their breaths as they finished loading the car. Britney smiled as she backed away from Ryley and walked around to the driver's door, waving to the photographer in the process. 

Ryley laughed as he climbed into the passenger seat and they drove down the road, through Beverly Hills and back to Britney's house. 

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The next day, promptly at nine o'clock in the morning, much to Britney and Ryley's regret the phone began to ring. Britney rolled out of bed, pulling on her silk robe as she did so and picked up the phone. After a few minutes of first heated, then excited conversation she hung up the phone. It had been her agent and he said he was coming over.

Apparently he had some very good news and said Ryley should turn on the television and switch to MTV. Jumping back into bed with Ryley, who looked like he had had a very rough night, she switched in the television. Snuggling up against Ryley she switched channels until she reached MTV.

Right there on the screen was a home video of unknown origins, but the content was all too familiar. Britney's hand slid up and down Ryley's thigh as she saw him on the screen talking to her. The film was from the night of her second concert only days before, when she had first gotten Ryley's name.

As they watched they saw themselves kiss each other for a brief instant and then react with shock to the explosion of flash bulbs. They saw Britney clearly as she stared cold daggers at the cameras and then Ryley climb into the saddle. The image shrunk to contain the upper right corner of the television as a reporter for MTV began to talk.

"As you all could plainly see," said the reporter. "It was apparent that this was a first encounter for the teen queen and her cowboy and she was rather unhappy about being interrupted. 

"We have further footage, which you will see in a few moments of the following night, that had turned out to be a more heated encounter for the two."

The screen came back with footage of the next night, and Ryley and Britney entangled in a passionate embrace. As they watched they saw her legs wrap around his waist and could clearly see her grinding herself against him.

Reliving the whole experience had caused Britney to begin to breathe rather heavily. Undoing her robe, she straddled Ryley, still facing the television, with her back to him, and slid his throbbing erection into her already wet pussy. She threw her head back and moaned as she began to pump herself up and down his shaft while his hands went to her hips to help guide her.

She pinched her nipples in pure ecstasy as she watched herself lead Ryley into the bus and then the reporter came back. Britney ignored the woman as she concentrated on her building orgasm, which was approaching so quickly it took her by surprise. Squeezing her eyes shut she squealed with delight as her pussy clamped down on Ryley's cock.

Bending over backwards she leaned against Ryley, still pinching her nipples as he hammered her pussy relentlessly. She could feel his cock jerk and throb in her pussy and then his explosion. He exploded inside her and she felt his cum splashing inside her as he pumped slowly.

Expertly, he guided her off his cock to lie beside him, her head on his chest while she absently stroked his cock. Their eyes focused on the screen as they saw themselves arguing on the screen at the press conference just the day before. Then they watched themselves make up with a loving embrace and then the whole scene where Jim and Chris spilled the entire story of how the record company had tried to keep them apart. Then the reporter came back.

"So apparently Miss Spears was saved by this cowboy she found. This news only reached the papers and the television only yesterday afternoon. But sales of Britney's records have gone through the roof since that time. It appears that the public loves this damsel in distress story as our interviews on the street showed."

The screen flashed to a group of young girls on the street talking into the microphone.

"Britney is so cool," one of them said. "And this cowboy is so hot. I'm so glad that they like got together after all."

"Yeah," another one cut in. "He's so much cooler than Justin. I mean he's like a total rebel!"

The reporter came back on the screen a moment later.

"Like I said, this cowboy is apparently 'the rebel' that America always pictured its teen queen with."

The show faded off after that and Britney looked at Ryley.

"Did you hear that?" Britney asked, her voice full of excitement. "You're a bigger hit than Justin Timberlake and his whole and of wanna be's."

Ryley smirked. "I don't care. I've got you, that's all I'm here for."

"Oh Ryley," Britney cooed and kissed his neck, sucking lightly. "Come one, get up, we're going to have company."

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Ryley was standing in front of the mirror in Britney's bedroom, tucking in his shirt when the doorbell rang. He listened intently as he heard Britney open the door and give someone an enthusiastic greeting. Ryley could hear a man's voice also and he hastily fastened his belt and then pulled on his boots.

Grabbing his hat, he walked down the hall towards the staircase. The voices were louder now and Ryley was beginning to get the impression he wasn't going to like whoever it was that was downstairs. Somehow he managed to make it down the wooden staircase without making a sound.

He walked through the entrance into the living room and saw Britney sitting on the couch leaning her against her hand with her elbow propped on the back of the sofa. Across from her was a man wearing a suit that must have cost four thousand dollars and a smile that must have cost as much. He had long dark hair and dark skin and piercing black eyes that at the moment were staring unwaveringly into Britney's. 




The Cowboy Way Ch. 02



Tori headed for the bathroom as soon as she got home. She couldn't stop grinning. She had just had her first D/s experience. She couldn't believe Jack was a Dominant. She had always had an attraction to him, but never thought anything would come of it. She absently rubbed her backside while she hunted for some clothes. She pulled out a set of shorts and top, not planning on going anywhere else this evening she could be comfortable. 

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, when she heard her phone ring. She dashed across the bedroom to grab the phone from the nightstand. 

"Hello" she said a little breathlessly. 

"Tori, it's Jack, are you all right?" 

"Hi Jack, yes I'm fine, I just dashed across the room to answer my phone" 

"Good, I was just calling to make sure you were OK from our little session this evening."

"Yes, I'm fine, in a little bit of shock that it happened, but I'm not sorry it did."

"Are you interested in continuing this new aspect of our association?"

"Yes Sir I am" she replied without hesitation.

"Good, that pleases me to hear that. Would you be willing to do something for me, for the next time we meet?"

"Yes Sir."

"I would like you to write down your thoughts when you masturbate. What things turn you on, what you would like to experience? I would like you to enjoy what we do as much as I will enjoy doing things to you and having you please me." 

"OK, Sir" Tori sat on her bed just listening to Jack's voice. It had such a rich deep timber to it, that she felt like her insides were melting listening to him.

"Next time you are here, we will talk in a little more detail about things. I don't want to scare you away after only one time with me"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, then I will see you next Saturday" Jack hung up the phone quietly, smiling to himself. He had a good feeling about Tori, that she would prove to be a very good submissive.

Tori walked back into the bathroom, and checked the water. Ice cold. She started the shower and climbed in. Maybe the cold water would cool off her body, as she suddenly felt warm.

After washing her hair Tori, picked up the soap and slowly started lathering up her body with it. Using slow circling motions on her breast, making the nipples turn hard as pebbles. Slowly she ran her hands down her body to her pussy. Where she stroked her clit, building the pressure she felt between her legs. Just when she thought she would orgasm, she pulled her hand away taking deep breaths; she laid her head against the tile wall in the shower. Once she caught her breath, she rinsed off and climbed out of the shower, quickly drying off and getting dressed.

Tori sat down at the computer, and signed online. She needed to talk to her friends; to find out if what she was feeling was real or if she should stay away from Jack. 

Tori was relieved to see that one of her long time friends was online. She knew Rebecca would help her sort out all these strange feelings she was having.

Hey Tori, how was your riding lesson tonight? 

Hi Becca, it was ummmm interesting. Have you got a few minutes to talk?

Sure, I've got nothing but time. Lol Actually Sir is out at the moment so I do have a few minutes free what's up?

You'll never believe what happened tonight. You know I've been taking riding lessons for a while now. Well I know how to ride a horse so I told Jack I thought we should discontinue with the lessons. He agreed that this would be our last lesson. He had me go up to the loft in his barn, where he had all sorts of interesting things hidden. He had some whips and crops and all sorts of things. 

What???? Your telling me that Jack is a Dom?

Yes, well if he isn't he gives a very good imitation of one. He spanked me tonight Becca, but only after he asked for permission. He called me when I got home to make sure I was all right and he wants to see me again next week. I'm so antsy right now I don't know what to do.

Take it easy Tori, start at the beginning and tell me what happened. Tori relayed the entire story to Becca then sat and waited while Becca absorbed what she had just told her. 

Well, it sounds like he knows what he is talking about. I think you should just be careful, and next time you go out there make sure someone knows where you are and when to expect you back. 

Don't worry, I'll be fine. I've known Jack for a long time. I trust him completely. But I will let someone know where I am if it will make you feel better.

It would. I need to leave Sir is home. Take care of yourself and I'll talk to you soon.

Becca signed off leaving Tori with her thoughts. Tori sat there just staring at her monitor for a few minutes. She went into the chat room that she normally hangs out in and after a round of hellos; she just sat there. Her mind was full of all sorts of thoughts. She felt so free when Jack had stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth. That was pure heaven for her. She wanted nothing more than to please him, and since he called her to see how she was she supposed she must have. 

Everyday for the next week she wrote down her thoughts and feelings when she masturbated to the point of wanting to cum but she managed to control the actual release. She thought that by Saturday morning she would go crazy.

When she got to Jack's on Saturday evening she was visibly nervous. This was different, she wasn't here for a riding lesson, she was here for a lesson in submission. Sometime during the week she started looking at it along the lines of being taught. It made her feel a little more at ease with the whole thing.

Jack was standing outside the barn like he had been last Saturday, a slow smile spread across his face as she walked towards him. She was wearing an incredibly short pair of shorts, and a tank top that barely covered her. 

"If it gets much hotter and no rain, we are going to end up in a water crunch early this year" Jack commented as she stopped in front of him.

"Yes it is unseasonably warm "Tori smiled tentatively. Jack seemed more imposing now, but it didn't frighten her it excited her. They walked into the barn, and Jack shut the door. Go ahead and head up to the loft, please remove your clothing and kneel like I taught you the last time. I'll be up in a minute. Tori climbed up to the loft, and took off her shorts and top. She went to the area where Jack had her kneel last week, and knelt with her hands behind her neck looking straight ahead. 

Jack smiled as he came up the ladder. She followed his orders so far, but he wondered if she would object to other things. That was one of the things that they would have to discuss before long. Right now he just wanted to get her used to obeying his orders and enjoying the pain and pleasure he could provide her. 

"Very good Tori, I'm pleased to see you follow orders exactly" Jack walked towards her stopping directly in front of her. 

Tori wanted to look up at him, but didn't want to risk upsetting him. The only thing Tori could see in her line of vision was a pair of black leather chaps. She glanced down and saw spurs on his boots. She couldn't imagine what he would be doing with spurs on. Her heart started beating faster. She could just see the gold trim on the spurs. She prayed he would not use them on her. He walked away from her and she could hear the spurs jingling. She took a hard swallow. 

She saw him pick up a piggen rope, and a dogging bat. He walked back in front of her. Gently he stroked her hair. 

"Put your hands out in front of you wrist together"

When Tori put her hands together in front of her, he took the piggen rope, and bound her wrist together much like they do the cattle when they have roping contest. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled up, bringing her to her feet. 

"If at anytime you need to stop, I want you to say Red, is this understood?"

"Yes Sir" Tori's heart was pounding fast in her chest, almost as if a hummingbird had taken flight there. 

Jack tugged her hair to get her walking. He led her over to the saddle again, just as he had the first time. 

"I'm going to do a few different things to you tonight. Nothing that will harm you. Remember your colors and give them to me at anytime."

"Yes Sir"

Still leading her by her hair, he laid her across the saddle, face down with her hands still roped together in front of her. He stroked a hand down her naked back. Feeling her soft sigh. He gave her a quick hard smack on her ass, then walked over to the wall where he had several crops and straps hanging. He grabbed his favorite crop, that had then end like a whip, left a nice little red stripe, but not a lot of pain afterwards. He also grabbed a paddle, and a strap. He'd start out with his hand and see how she reacted. Work up to the strap and crop. He stepped up behind her, pulling her legs apart and binding them to the eyelet's set in the stand for that purpose. He admired the way she looked draped over the saddle. Her already wet pussy lips gleaming in the light. Her smooth calves and thighs tense and waiting for the first smack. He wanted to prolong her wait just a little more before he started. So he stepped in front of her and pulling her head up by her hair smiled down at her.

"So Tori, tell me what types of thoughts you had while you played with yourself this week? And did you ever forget yourself and cum while you played?

"Umm, well Sir. A lot of the time when I was playing, I would picture myself over your lap. You would have my hands tied much like they are tonight, in front of me. You would spread my legs wide and sometimes tease my clit, laughing to yourself at how wet I would be already. Then you would start to smack my ass usually with your hand first. When it was pink, you would switch to something else. Sometimes it was a paddle; sometimes it was a belt. I've never felt either one on my bottom, well maybe when I was a young girl, but not in a long time. Then you would turn my bottom a nice shade of red. And I'd be wiggling in your lap from both the pain and the pleasure. Then I would be almost ready to cum, and I'd stop. When I would be thinking about all of this, I would be playing with myself."

"Well, I think I may be able to make some of that a reality for you. You didn't answer my second question though."

"Only once did I forget and cum while I was playing Sir." Tori whispered this, she felt bad for not following his orders too not cum.

"Don't look so sad little one. I'm still proud of you. You've done a very good job so far." He stroked her hair. He walked back behind her, and gave her smacked her bottom repeatedly. Jack then picked up the paddle, this was just a small round paddle, and he shifted his position a little and let the first hit land solidly on the center of her bottom.

"Oh" Tori cried out but said nothing more. 

Again Jack smacked her bottom, this time getting into a little bit of a rhythm alternating between once side and the other. Her skin was now turning a light red color.

"Color?"

"Green"

Jack, switched from the paddle to the strap. He knew this would sting, so he kept the full strength out of his swing. He didn't want to harm her or frighten her.

Jack gave her several smacks with the belt. Tori said nothing just wiggled her bottom a little.

He increased the swing a little. Again several smack.

"Yellow" Tori hissed out the last stroke.

"Good Girl"

Jack eased off again, but continued to use the strap. Tori's bottom was now a very bright red. He picked up the crop, and brought it down on the center of her bottom. So the edge landed against her anus. He started off softly, then increased the swing. 

"Yellow" Tori had tears in her voice. 

"You've done very good. I'm very pleased. We aren't done yet though. Can you handle some more?"

"Yes Sir" 

Jack undid the fasteners on her legs, and pulled her back so she was standing but still leaning forward on the saddle. 

"Don't move" Jack walked away from her, and then came back a moment later.

Jack pulled her legs back a little farther, then gently spreading her ass cheeks he took his index finger, which he had lubricated and inserted it into her anus. He felt her instantly tighten.

"Relax, concentrate on the feeling not the sensations"

Tori tried to do as he requested. She forced herself to relax, and after a moment or two she started to feel the pressure building between her legs. She could feel the moisture on her pussy lips, knowing Jack had to be able to see it. After a few minutes of stroking her anus with his finger, Jack inserted a small butt plug. He knew he would have to slowly get her used to this. He pushed the plug in fully, then lightly smacked her bottom. He could see her muscles clenching and unclenching around the plug with each smack.

He glanced down and saw she was very wet, he wondered how quickly she would beg to cum at this point. He ran his hand down her leg, and then back up. He reached between her legs, and gently opened her lips a little wider; finding that little nub he knew would put her over the edge. He brushed his finger over her clit he watched her shudder. A smile spread over his face. He knew she was close. He rubbed a little harder, concentrating on the center of her clit. Moment's later Tori were begging in a strangled voice to cum.

"Please, Sir, please let me cum. Please Sir." 

"Now" he rubbed her clit fast, feeling her juices slide down his hand, the sweet smell rising up to greet him. 

Tori came hard, breathing in uneven breaths she whispered "Thank You Sir."

Grabbing a handful of her hair he forced her down to her knees.

"Turn around."

Tori turned so she was facing him again. Still breathing a little heavy, but feeling more relaxed than she had all week.

"You've done very well so far little one. I'm very pleased. I know the plug in your anus is a little uncomfortable, but that is preparing you for something that will happen shortly. Rest for a moment, I need to do a few things for the last part of this lesson. "

Tori stayed where she was, feeling a little overwhelmed. She never imagined she could feel this way. What she thought getting spanked and paddled would feel like didn't match reality at all. She liked the reality much better. She glanced cautiously to where Jack was across the room, preparing something. She knew she would still feel the soreness in her bottom tomorrow, but that was OK. That would be her reminder that she was a submissive. 

Jack walked back to stand in front of her again. He reached down and grabbed her left breast. Pulling on the nipple, squeezing the nipple, making it hard. He put a clamp on her nipple tightening it a little, until he heard her hiss out a breath. He repeated the procedure for her right breast. When the clamps were on, he attached a chain to the clamps, and tugged to make sure it was secure. Tori winced, but remained silent. 

Jack reached down and grabbing her still bound wrist walked her over to a chair, He pushed her forward so she was braced on her arms. He wiggled the butt plug back and forth making her moan taking it out slowly. He stepped between her legs and slowly and carefully entered her anus with his throbbing cock. Tori moaned. Jack grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and slowly started to stroke in and out of her anus. She could feel the leather of his chaps rubbing against the back of her legs, feel the pressure of him sliding in and out, the more he stroked, the faster he got. Soon he was fighting his own orgasm, then with a slap on her ass, he exploded inside of her. He held himself there for a moment, then slowly slid out of her. 

"Kneel"

Tori were thankful for the chance to get off of her feet, as she wasn't sure she could stand any longer. Jack went and cleaned himself up, then walked back over to Tori, undid her wrist, and pulled her to her feet. He gathered her close, and just held her for a moment.

"How do you feel?"

"A little dazed, but generally good Sir."

"Are you feeling well enough to drive home?" 

"Yes Sir, it isn't that far, and I'm sure I can make it home safely."

"I want you to phone me when you get home, just let my phone ring twice then hang up. I'll give you a call later tomorrow to check on you."

"Yes Sir."



The Cowboy Way Ch. 02



Ryley placed his hat in his head, the first movement he had made since entering the room and the man in the suit turned in a moment of panic. His eyes met Ryley's and in that moment Ryley got the sense he had just spoiled something for the man.

"Ryley," Britney said. "Come on in. I'd like you to meet my agent, Kyle McLeod."

Ryley stepped down into the living room and crossed the carpet as Kyle stood up to greet him. He extended his hand and Ryley took it, noticing that the man's hand had the feel of someone who spent too much time in the gym, strong yet soft.

"So you must be the cowboy everyone's been going on about," he said, his voice smooth, and ice cold.

Ryley nodded as he felt Kyle try to squeeze his hand a little harder than he should have. Already disliking him, Ryley squeezed right back and saw a moment of panic in Kyle's eyes.

"Yeah, that's me," Ryley replied.

Kyle released his hand and stepped back. "Jesus, Britney he's the real deal. A man of few words and everything."

Britney smiled. "Yes he is. I took him shopping yesterday, freshened him up a bit. He forgot to pack when he made the trip, so . . ."

Kyle nodded. "Right, so anyway Britney. I've got about four companies at the bargaining table now and they're in a bidding war over you. You should hear the offers coming in; they're incredible. But they all have one stipulation."

Ryley leaned against the wall next to the double French doors that opened onto the porch. "And what's that?" he asked.

Kyle smirked. "They want you, too."

"What?" Britney asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, apparently they think he's the one responsible for your zooming popularity. The public wants to see you with the rebel and so do the companies."

"That's bullshit," Ryley scoffed. "I'm not responsible for anything. Britney's the one that's the singer, not me."

Kyle smirked. "You're right, but now the public wants to see you with her, on the stages in some kind of skit or something . . . who knows? But the point is that means lots of money for us. For all of us!"

* * * * *

"No, Kyle," Britney said. "I'm not selling my private life to anyone. And I am not going to sell Ryley. He's mine, not the public's."

"Thank you, Britney," Ryley said with a laugh, surprised and turned on by how possessive she was acting.

She smiled sweetly at him. "You're welcome."

Kyle frowned, his eyes going cold, all pleasantness gone from his face. "Well, Britney I'm going back to the table with these companies. I'd like you to reconsider all of this. Like I said, it would mean a lot of money for all of us."

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Ryley sat on the couch, his mind racing as he lazily flipped through the channels on the television in Britney's basement entertainment room. He was bored. He couldn't stand sitting around, doing nothing in a place like this. He was used to the open road, the mountains and more importantly the racetracks.

It wasn't like he wasn't happy, just the opposite in fact. Britney was an extreme turn on, no matter what she was doing or wearing. She could excite him just by breathing, or yawning or reading a book. God he had almost thrown on the ground before when she put on a pair of glasses and began reading a novel.

But all the same, Ryley's blood was beginning to run hot from sitting so long. He needed something to do, a fight to win or a horse to ride or a car to race, but he knew that would never happen again. As if to answer his prayers, Britney sauntered into the room, wearing hip hugging jeans and a baby blue T-shirt.

She slid onto his lap and moved her body against his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Ryley responded with fervor; pulling her body against his and cupping her breast through her T-shirt. She groaned and leaned back, looking into his eyes.

"What's wrong, Ryley?" she asked, her deep brown eyes searching his.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

She smiled. "I know there's something wrong now."

He laughed. "My Mom used to say that."

Britney frowned. "It's not me is it?" she asked, beginning to slide off his lap
* * * * *

Ryley grabbed her waist, pulling her back to him and she straddled his waist, sitting on his thighs. He held her face in his hands and kissed her, softly.

"No, Britney. No matter what you may think is wrong at any point in time I can guarantee you it is not you," he said, emphasizing his last few words.

"Then what?" she asked, leaning her head against his chest.

He sighed. "I don't know. I'm not used to this place. I'm used to . . .well, being out. Being in the world, and not this world."

"What's wrong with this world?" she asked, tracing figures on his chest with her finger.

"It's not real. I mean for God's sake, who was that asshole this morning? Kyle whatever the fuck his name is? Is he nuts? The record companies want you, but with me on the side, what the hell is that? I'm not a god damn musician, I mean I can play a pretty mean harmonica."

Britney laughed and hugged Ryley tighter.

"But seriously is for real?"

She sighed. "Ryley, I'll tell you the truth. When I first got into this business Kyle picked me up right away. My demos weren't going over well at first and Kyle threatened to leave me in the cold, unless . . ." Britney said, trailing off at the end, mumbling something Ryley couldn't hear.

"What?" he asked.

She didn't respond at first, so he lifted her chin with his finger so he could look her in the eye.

"Unless what?" he asked again.

Britney looked down for a moment, than back up at Ryley. "Unless I . . . you know. Performed sexual favors for him."

Ryley took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "He made you have sex with him?"

"Well, he didn't really make me. I didn't want to, but if I didn't I wouldn't have a chance," she said, moisture beginning to form in her eyes.

* * * * *

Ryley watched her blink repeatedly to clear her vision and saw tear roll slowly down her cheek. He folded her into his arms, gently and rocked her slowly. She snuggled up against him and he could tell she was crying. 

"Ryley," Britney said, softly. "You really did save me, you know. Not just from those guys at the stream but from that record company. They made me. They controlled everything I did. I don't know why I let them do it, I just wanted to sing and be famous, go around the world, you know? And they promised me that. 

"I let them do it for so long, I'm not even sure who I am anymore," she said, breaking down and sobbing.

Ryley's cold blue eyes blazed with rage. How could anyone be so heartless, he thought. But he wasn't amazed. He had seen it constantly with the young country singers he had met that were coming out of Nashville when he was a NASCAR driver. Historically the Winston Cup Series had gone hand in hand with country music and because of that he had seen the youngsters come onto the scene, pure as a fresh fallen snow, and then go out on their ass looking as dirty as the snow alongside the road did after a few days of plowing and salting.

Well as long as he was going to be around her, Britney wouldn't be snuffed out like that. He owed it to her as much as himself to help her remember who she was and where she had come from. He just had to figure out how.

"Britney," he said, softly. 

She looked up at him, tears on her cheeks. He smiled at her and wiped the tears from her face.

"I promise you," Ryley said. "We will get you past this, and make it how it should be. You'll get beyond all this, and you'll be better than you ever were."

She smiled. "Thanks, Ryley," she whispered, then leaned in and kissed him, this time out of pure heart felt love.

- Next chapter – Ryley takes Britney out to buy a real car and conquers some of his ghosts- 



The Cowboy Way Ch. 03



(Okay, for those of you who have actually been reading these and for those of you who have been waiting here is the third chapter. Sorry it took so long. I have received a few complaints about the delay and I apologize. Hope you like it. There is a little bit of build up but I hope its worth it for you guys).

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Conversation in the BMW was kept to a comfortable minimum, on Ryley's part at least. Britney on the other hand hadn't stopped talking since they had gotten in the car two hours ago. And that was just fine for Ryley. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off Britney who had decided to dress a little risky, just to raise his blood pressure.

She was wearing a pair of skin tight, baby blue stretch pants that hugged every curve God had graced her with. Her shirt was a matching baby blue, button up blouse that wasn't buttoned, but was tied, right below her breasts. The shirt gave the whole world an unobstructed view of not only her incredibly tight and tan midriff with sparkling diamond stud at her navel but also a tantalizing hint of a baby blue Victoria's Secret bra.

Ryley had been drooling since he had seen the outfit. Britney had smiled devilishly at him when she showed him the outfit, her face adorned with scant, baby blue eye shadow and a light pink shade of lipstick. So needless to say, Ryley had been slightly uncomfortable from the start of this excursion.

The purpose of said trip was because Britney decided the best and quickest way to begin to develop her own persona again (to break the confining hold of her last record company over her life) was to buy a car. Apparently some studio executive had thought that America's teen queen shouldn't drive anything other than a BMW, go figure! So now, Miss Spears was in the mood for something rebellious, and Ryley had a good idea of what she needed.

As she had driven by dealership after dealership she had looked to Ryley for confirmation on the make. Again and again he had shaken his head, adjusted his hat and turned to look out the windshield again. Britney was becoming exasperated; he had shaken that cute face of his to Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Lotus, Jaguar and a good many others. But he had seemed dead set on what she needed and she trusted his judgment: he had been a NASCAR driver after all. 

Finally, he motioned for her to take the next jug-handle and go back to the last dealership. Britney did as she was told and pulled into the parking, slightly shocked to see a red bowtie on a forty-foot high pole. What were they doing in a Chevy dealership?

"Are you telling me we passed every Italian sports car maker in southern California for you to take me to a Chevy dealership?" Britney asked as she lowered her sunglasses to look at him.

He smiled, leaned across the center console and kissed her. " Trust me, Britney. No one wants to see you driving a Diablo or a 911. There's something else far sexier, a little more patriotic and a lot more fun than those cars," Ryley explained as they climbed out of the car. " Plus it's a hell of a lot cheaper."

Ryley walked across the huge parking lot, which was filled with row upon row of glistening Chevrolets and opened the door to the showroom. Britney was a step behind him and as soon as she was inside her eyes fell upon an Electron Blue 2002 ZO6 Corvette. Something about the car made her heart race, and God it was her favorite color! She looked around for a salesman, saw several but none of them were making a move to help her or Ryley.

"Ryley," she whispered. " No one's helping us."

He smiled. " They will, why don't you look in the window of this 'vette?"

Britney shot him a curious look, but he just smiled in return. She walked to the driver's side door, leaned over and stuck her head in the window. Ryley watched her ass sticking up to the whole world and then her baby blue thong riding up her hips. He smiled as he heard several sets of feet rush in their direction from the showroom.

"May I help you, miss?" asked the quickest of the four salesmen. His compatriots shot him all glances of jealousy as Britney stood and faced the man.

Immediately all their jaws dropped when they saw who it was before them.

"Oh, Miss Spears, what an honor to have you here," spat out the first salesman.

Britney held out her hand. " Thank you, Mr. . ." Britney began, trailing off.

The man shook her hand, slowly. " Oh, umm . . . Jeff, my name is Jeff."

Ryley watched him shake Britney's hand as if it was his last act on God's green earth. Finally Britney removed her hand from his grasp and smiled, sweetly. 

"I want a car," she said, simply.

Ryley lowered his head to hide a smile.

"Yes, you do," replied Jeff, his brain still hadn't caught up to his mouth. " I mean, yes of course. What were you interested in, particularly?"

"Well . . . I really like this Corvette," Britney said, running her finger slowly along the door.

Jeff swallowed. " Well, of course. It's a gorgeous vehicle, 405 horsepower, traction control, race suspension, six speed transmission."

Britney smiled. " I don't know what any of that means."

Jeff smiled. " That means its fast, Britney."

"No it doesn't," Ryley said, straightening up from his position behind Britney.

"Excuse me and you are?" Jeff asked.

Britney smiled. " He's the one that knows what all that means."

"That's right, Jeff. And this Corvette here is fast; I'll give you that. But it's not that fast. It's a fifty-five thousand dollar toy, that's what it is. I don't want a toy and neither does Miss Spears."

Jeff smirked. " And what does she want?"

Ryley took a step forwards. " A muscle car. I know all dealerships keep at least two of them. Show them to me."

Jeff blinked. " I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, if you're speaking about a Camaro, we only keep baseline models here the rest has to be optioned out from SLP-"

"Jeff, stop lying to me, buddy," Ryley said. " Go back to your sales manager and tell him to come out here and have a little talk with me."

"Okay," Jeff said, slowly and a little pissed off.

He turned and walked back to the main office and Ryley could see him talking to a middle aged man wearing a shirt and tie. Britney turned to Ryley, a look of confusion upon her face.

"Ryley, what are you doing? I thought we came here for a Corvette."

He smiled. " There's something better than a Corvette here. They just don't want anyone to know they have it."

Jeff returned, followed by the man from the office. He was a big barrel chested man in his fifties with dark brown hair, a mustache and a mean look on his face. He stopped in front of Ryley with his hands on his hips looking as if he was ready to do battle. He glanced from Ryley, who stood his ground, with his hands on his belt buckle, to Britney who had stepped behind Ryley just in case of a confrontation.

Suddenly the man's face broke out in surprise. " Holy shit," he exclaimed. " I know who you are. Jesus, I can't believe it, I never thought I'd get the chance to meet you!"

Britney was surprised just how happy this man was to meet her but then again you never could take something for its face value. She stepped forwards to shake his hand but was taken by surprise when the man grabbed Ryley's hand and shook it furiously.

"By god, Ryley Hale. I can't believe its really you!"

Ryley shook the man's hand. " It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Oh please, call me Jim. What an honor it is to meet you. What was the problem out here? Jeff said you wanted to see something?"

Ryley nodded. " I know most of the best dealerships keep a fully optioned SS and Firehawk in stock, out of sight. And I was hoping my friend and I could take a look at them."

Jim glanced down at Britney and suddenly a look of understanding crossed his face and he smiled. 

"Absolutely, Ryley. You know, I thought that was you from those pictures in the Sun."

Britney groaned. Ryley laughed as he placed an arm around her waist, to the jealous glances of all the salesmen standing there, except for Jim. Jim was talking up a storm and gesticulating wildly as he led Britney and Ryley across the showroom floor and out a back door. Jeff followed close behind as they stepped out into the hot California sun and began walking around the side of the building to the back. 

Amidst the rows of Malibu's, cavaliers, S10's and full-size pick-ups was a low profile two-door garage. The cinderblock construction was painted an unobtrusive white and had the overall appearance of being a maintenance shed. As they neared it, Jim produced a set of keys and unlocked a side door. Holding it open he ushered in Britney and Ryley and finally Jeff, who seemed to have resigned himself to walking behind Britney in order to stare at her ass.

Britney coughed, slightly in the hot, hanging air of the darkened building they were in. Her hand kept a firm grip on Ryley's as her eyes strained to see around the interior. Jim could be heard fumbling along the wall, presumably searching for a light switch. 

Bright banks of fluorescent lights winked on throughout the building, which meant Jim had found the switch. Jeff approached the center of the room where Britney saw two covered cars sitting side by side. Seizing the edge of the one cover Jeff yanked the cover off, revealing the glistening dark red lines of a 2002 Pontiac Firehawk. Beside her she sensed Ryley's body tense as Jim grabbed the cover of the other car and yanked that off as well.

The Firehawk had been mean looking, an aggressive looking car that would no doubt turn heads. But the second car, with no exterior badging other than an understated red SS on the glistening black paint had an overhanging air of lethality. It's simple, smooth lines, drew Britney to it like a moth to a flame. Her hand slipped out of Ryley's as she placed her fingertips on the fender and walked around the car, a fire seeming to grow behind her eyes. 

"She's a beauty all right," Jim said, appearing next to Ryley.

Ryley wasn't sure if he was saying it about the car or Britney. " Yeah," Ryley agreed with a neutral statement.

"It's not just an ordinary Super Sport," Jim continued. " They came with 335 horsepower max. I started a dealership modification program, just like that guy Berger out in the Midwest. Except he maxed at 380, while we were able to get our program up to 425 horsepower, emissions legal! Jeff here didn't want to let on that we really had these because we put so much time and development into them we're always afraid they'll be stolen, so we let on that we have to order the car as a special package."

Ryley gave a low whistle of approval. It was hard enough for GM to make these cars meet California emissions standards while still making over three hundred horsepower, but for this dealership to remain legal and make that much more power was outstanding.

"Ryley," Britney cooed, and both men turned to look. She was leaning on the hood of the car, her long legs tense, her firm stomach exposed and a maddening view of the tops of her breasts managed to draw a groan from Jeff. " I want this car."

Ryley smiled. " Jim, she wants this car."

Several hours later

With Ryley as her coach, Britney had grasped the essentials of working a six speed manual sports car. She was amazed, and physically excited at how well the Camaro held the road, it's tires seemingly grabbing onto the pavement with claws. Only twice had she stalled the car and that was on a hill trying to pull out from a stop sign. Ryley had laughed at her red face, her embarrassment.

Britney had yelled at him playfully, that he should drive, but despite her joking tone the smile had left Ryley's face immediately and Britney realized she had said something wrong. It took a long time for the conversation to pick up again. When it finally did they were sitting at a red light as the sun was just disappearing in the western sky.

"I'm sorry, Ryley," she said.

He turned to look at her, shaking his head. " Don't worry about it. It's just a sore spot," he said with a smile.

Suddenly the air was filled with an absurdly loud drone that Ryley knew belonged to an overly done up Japanese Import. Both he and Britney turned to the left as a Pearl White Supra with a Veilside body kit, and huge rims stopped next to them. The driver revved his motor several times, and Ryley could plainly hear the two turbos spool up and the wicked release of the HKS super sequential blow off valves. 

The driver was a white kid in his mid-twenties with a flawless face, neatly trimmed sideburns and the hint of a goatee. Ryley instantly despised him, especially when the kid looked over and recognized Britney. He smiled, exposing flawless white teeth.

"Britney Spears," he called over the drone of his exhaust, which was not quite a match for the rumbling, snarling exhaust note of the Camaro at idle.

"Nice car," he called.

Britney brushed her hair out of her eyes and gave a dry, smiling for the cameras look to the kid. Apparently he didn't see the meaning of the look.

"Is this your boy?" he yelled.

Ryley took a deep breath, cracking his knuckles as he did so. Britney nodded.

"He's my man, boy," she replied.

The kid stopped smiling. " That's a nice car you got there. Wanna see if it can run?"

Britney looked at Ryley and he nodded. " Okay," she replied.

"When the light turns green," he called, then turned to face the light and began revving his motor.

"What do I do?" Britney asked.

Ryley tightened his seat belt. " Keep the clutch in, bring your RPM's up to about three G's. When the light turns green dump the clutch, wait for the tires to grab and then lay into it. You shift when the front end starts to drop but don't take your foot all the way off the gas. Hit your shifts, just like you have been, but quicker. And do not miss your shifts."

"What happens if I miss a shift?"

"Either you just miss a shift by missing the gear or you go down a gear instead of up and when that happens the RPM's will go off the tach and at the very least you'll bend the pushrods, the worst is a couple of pistons move upstairs into the heads."

"Is that bad?" Britney asked.

Ryley simply looked at her and nodded slowly.

Britney turned to look at the light and brought the rev's up in the Camaro. The car snarled at her, vibrations running through the floorboards as the insanely tweaked LS1 spun inside its powerband. Despite all the noise the only thing Britney could hear was her own heart pounding inside her eardrums. Her hands, one on the Hurst shifter, the other on the steering wheel began to sweat.

Suddenly she saw the light turn green and the sound of the white Supra spinning its tires shocked her into acting. She pressed the gas pedal harder and dimly she heard Ryley telling her to stop and then she dumped the clutch. Five hundred foot-pounds of torque suddenly screamed through the clutch, the trans, and the driveshaft, into the rear and to the tires in a split second.

The tires screamed in protest as they spun on the asphalt, throwing up chunks of rubber, asphalt and insane amounts of smoke. Within another half a second the car began to slide forwards and to the right, fishtailing. Britney screamed and twisted the wheel to the right and hit the brake with both feet as hard as she could. Her right foot however slipped off the brake and stamped the gas to the floor. The front brakes locked, but the rear wheels now received a fresh burst of power and spun ferociously, the brake pads burning up in an instant and the car spun around in a wide circle, pivoting as if on a pole on the front wheels, which remained locked.

Suddenly all the noise stopped, the only sound reaching Britney's ears right away was the sound of the Supra in the distance. She looked over and saw Ryley holding the keys to the Camaro in his hand, spinning them idly, a small smile on his face. Britney looked out the side window of the Camaro and saw white smoke coming from under the car and smelled something awful like plastic burning.

"What happened, Ryley?" she asked, turning back to him.

He smiled even wider. " Well, for starters you gave it gas first, not clutch. You let the clutch go at seven thousand RPM's."

"What do I smell burning?"

He laughed as he rummaged through Britney's purse for her cell phone. " That is a combination of your tires, your rear brakes which are fried, definitely your clutch disc waving goodbye on its way to heaven, and if I'm not mistaken you're rear."

"What about the motor?" she asked, looking through the windshield but not seeing any smoke coming from under the hood.

Ryley placed the cell phone to his ear. " Oh that's fine, you didn't make this motor sweat. The problem is, is the rest of the car was never designed to handle this much power. But it will be when I'm done with it."

A voice on the other end of the cell phone reached Britney's ears.

"TJ," Ryley said. " It's Ryley."

An explosion of garbled voices reached Britney again from the cell phone and Ryley laughed.

"Yeah, dude its me. Listen can you come out to Wilshire with your rig? Yeah I need a pickup."

Later that Night

Britney rubbed her arms lightly, the night had grown cold and the warmth of the urban area had been left behind hours ago. She and Ryley had waited for an hour before a glistening black flatbed, with a flame job that Ryley said must have cost six thousand dollars pulled up. A man about the same age as Ryley had climbed from the cab after backing up in front of the Camaro. He had long hair, a goatee and grease stained work pants with a white T-shirt that had an appropriate greasy handprint on the front.


Ryley had climbed from the car and met the other man between the Camaro and the flatbed. They gave each other a big hug, like they hadn't seen each other in years and Britney assumed correctly that this other man was TJ. TJ looked through the windshield of the Camaro and Britney gave him a sheepish "yeah I broke the car" kind of look. TJ then turned back to Ryley and asked him something. Ryley had nodded in reply and TJ looked back at Britney and nodded like he was trying to comprehend something.

So TJ knew who Britney was but had acted like she was a normal girl after she had climbed from the car and he was loading it up. They had ridden together in the flatbed as TJ drove them out of urban LA and onto a quiet two-lane road into a more rural section outside of LA County. After about a two-hour ride they pulled into the driveway of a fairly large and professional looking garage.

TJ had unloaded the car and backed it inside the building. Britney had followed Ryley inside and her eyes glowed with the reflections of the flawlessly polished floor. Rows of gleaming tools and toolboxes filled the garage, interspersed among glistening cars of various makes and models. She could see Ferraris, Lamborghini's, a couple of Lotus's, and other, more classic muscle cars. A GTO was backed into one corner, its hood up revealing the 390 horsepower 389, a '63 split-window Corvette, and two first generation Camaros.

Britney was impressed. She was even more impressed when a veritable army of mechanics came out of a door in the far wall. When they saw Ryley they began yelling to him and slapping each other. They had all crowded around him, giving him hugs, poking him in the ribs and teasing him about his clothes. He had laughed and joked back with them, giving as good as he got. Then they had all noticed Britney and she felt embarrassed and about an inch tall as they devoured her with hungry eyes.

Ryley had introduced her to them and all of them to her. It seemed that this group of men had made up his pit crew while he was on the circuit. TJ explained that after Ryley had been black-flagged the whole lot of them had decided to call it quits too. They had opened up this shop and now spent their time servicing some of the hottest automotive iron on the west coast as well as building purpose built cars for Hollywood, race car drivers and anyone with a large enough bank account. TJ had also explained that they had been responsible for building the '67 GTO that had appeared in XXX that summer.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 03



Tori called Jack when she returned home then prepared for bed. She was feeling very satisfied and a little sore but it was a good feeling. 

She climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep that was riddled with unusual dreams, when she woke up the next morning she felt the need to orgasm very intensely. She pushed her feelings away and got ready for her day. She went to work, went about her day and every so often thoughts of what happened would sneak in and brings out a big smile on her face. If anyone noticed the change in her attitude they didn't say anything. 

Tori arrived home to find a message on her answering machine. She knew it wasn't her mother as she had just spoken with her. She pushed the play button and was surprised to hear Jack's voice leaving her a message. 

"Tori, this is Jack. I forgot to mention to you last night that I'm having a group of friends over on Saturday night. They are all in the lifestyle, and we get together once in a while for play parties. I know you are new to this and if you choose not to participate in this I will understand. If you could call me and let me know what you would like to do that would be good. I'll be back here at the house after nine p.m." 

Tori stood looking at the machine as if it had sprouted horns. 

Play party? Doing what they did in front of others? She didn't know if she could do it. She decided to fix some dinner and do some serious thinking. 

While she nibbled on her dinner she thought about being spanked and touched in public. If it was only Jack touching her she thought she could do it. If someone else were to do something she didn't know how she would react. She decided to wait and talk to Jack and see what he had to say about it. She did some laundry and talked to her friend Becca online for a few minutes. She didn't tell Becca about Jacks invitation yet. This was something she wanted to keep to herself for now. 

A little after nine she called Jack to talk to him about Saturday. She smiled when he answered, the rich timber of his voice calming her. 

"Hi, Jack, its Tori. I'm calling about Saturday night. I have a few questions." 

"Hi Tori, I'd be concerned if you didn't have some questions. Go ahead and ask away." 

"Well, if I do come on Saturday will I have to let anyone else touch me?" 

"No, we can specify that you are not available for anyone else to play with. At least for now. You may change your mind in time about it. ," 

"Thank you Sir. That makes me feel better. How many people are going to be there?" 

"I think there will be about six couples if that. I still have two that haven't responded yet." 

"OK," taking a deep breath and a quick thought about Saturday, ," I'll be there. Is there anything special that I need to do?" 

"Just wear something really sexy, no underwear, heels if you have them too please, and thigh high stockings are allowed." 

"Yes Sir," 

"Then I will see you Saturday at seven p.m. Good night," 

"Yes Sir, good night"

Tori hung up the phone, and wandered into her bedroom, mentally running through her wardrobe trying to determine if she had anything suitable to wear. She walked to her closet and started sorting through her clothes. Rejecting the plain clothes she owned. It was too late to go shopping tonight, but tomorrow after work she’d go shopping. 

The next day at work she could barely contain her excitement. It had been too long since she had bought herself anything new. And the outfit she had to purchase for Saturday had to be really special. Finally her workday was over; she headed straight to the mall. She wanted to stop in the leather shop first. She found a leather mini skirt that barely covered her butt, and a strapless leather top that left little to the imagination. She went to the dressing room to try them on. Feeling a little naughty to be buying something so provocative, she stepped out into the main room to look in the three-sided mirror they had there. The young sales guys jaw visibly dropped open when she stepped out. She walked over to the mirror, looking this way and that to make sure it was what she wanted. 

“That, that outfit looks really good on you," the young man said from behind her. She smiled in the mirror at him. 

“Thank you, It’s perfect for what I need," she headed back to the dressing room quickly changing back into her work clothes. She paid for her outfit and walked out of the store, the young man just watched her as she left. Smiling to herself she headed to the shoe store next. She decided on a pair of black pumps that were a little higher than she normally would wear but were very comfortable. 

Driving home, Tori realized she was happier than she had been in a long while. Submitting to Jack was helping her to be more relaxed and happy. She tried not to think too much about Saturday, she was nervous, as she wasn’t sure what would happen with other people around. When she got home she fixed herself a light meal then went to soak in a bubble bath. She slipped into the fragrant bubbles, and sighed with contentment. She grabbed her razor, and shaved making sure she had her legs silky smooth. Before she left on Saturday she would shave again just to be sure. 

The rest of the week went by quickly. On Saturday morning, Tori got up and did her chores, then decided to splurge on going to the hair salon. She called and made an appointment just to have her hair braided. She knew that would eat up a little time and help make her more presentable for Jack. That was the one goal Tori had in mind was to make her presentable for Jack. 

She took her time getting to her hair appointment, and then relaxed as she let them do her hair. 

“So you have a date tonight Tori? It’s been a while since we’ve seen you in here?" Nan asked as she started washing Tori’s hair.

“Yes, and I just wanted my hair out of the way and something different than in a ponytail.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure it looks good then”

Tori smiled and closed her eyes. It always relaxed her to have someone else do her hair for her.

A half-hour later, Tori walked out of the salon, her hair falling in a braid down her back. She went home and decided to take a bath and relax, and fix herself something light to eat. She was starting to get really nervous about tonight. She was so afraid of making a mistake, or saying something she shouldn’t. She almost called Jack and told him she wasn’t going to come after all, but she couldn’t bring herself to cancel her plans.

After putting on some light makeup, Tori got dressed in her new outfit. She checked herself in the mirror and hoped that this is what Jack had in mind. 

Tori made the short drive to Jack’s house and pulled into the yard. There were no other cars there yet, she took a few deep breaths and climbed out of the car. Her hands were slick with sweat, and her heart was pounding in her ears. Tori said a quick prayer that when she saw Jack; she would calm down again. 

She walked to the door and rang the bell. Still taking deep breaths to calm herself she waited impatiently for Jack to answer the door.  When Jack opened the door she held her breath, she had never seen him in anything other than work shirts and jeans.  Now he stood in front of her in all black. Tight snug fitting jeans that molded to his lean hips and buttocks, a black shirt and a black leather vest. 

“Hi," Tori finally managed as she licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Hello, come inside, no one else is here yet but I expect them shortly." Jack’s eyes roamed up and down as she walked in. He smiled as she walked past him. ," You look very nice this evening.”

“Thank you, Sir," 

“Tori, relax, nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen. You may even know a few of the people who are coming this evening. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine thank you," Tori was unsure of what was really expected of her this evening. ," Sir, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“What is going to be expected of me this evening? Am I just going to be here to see what happens or do you plan on playing with me as we have the past few weeks?”

“Well you will have time to see what the others are doing, and yes I would like to play with you this evening, but only if you are comfortable. I realize this is all new to you. During the play parties there is no sexual contact. If you and I scene together this evening, I would very much like for you to stay here this evening and service me, but again that choice will be yours. Please realize that this will not always be an option for you, I am allowing this only because it is your first experience with this and I don’t want to frighten you.”

“Thank you, Sir. ," 

The doorbell rang just then and Tori almost jumped out of her skin. ‘Stop it’ she admonished herself. 

Jack went to answer the door, and she heard several different voices saying hello. Tori stood still in the middle of the room, feeling a bit like a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights. 

“Tori, I’d like you to meet, Richard and Pam, Steve and Cindy, Robert and Rebecca," Jack introduced people as they walked into the room. Everyone nodded and said hello.  When Rebecca walked in the room, Tori almost fainted. This was her best friend from online here at Jack’s house. 

Jack walked up to Tori and gently placed an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze for encouragement.

Tori watched Becca whisper to her Master quickly. ," Jack, it seems our two submissive’s know each other already, but have never actually met. Becca would like to talk to Tori for a few moments if it is okay with you.”

“Yes by all means. We can all mingle for a bit then head out to the loft," Jack smiled at Tori then walked over to one of the other couples.

Becca walked up to Tori and hugged her. “Oh my God Tori. If I had known you were talking about this Jack I would have been able to prepare you for this. I’m so glad we finally get to meet. “

Tori smiled. “I’m so glad to finally meet you too. We have never been able to make our schedules match. At least now I can put a voice and face with the name.”

“This is great. Jack always has great play parties. His loft is open and big enough for all of us to move around without tripping over each other." Becca hugged her again. ," Why didn’t you tell me about this? Then I would have known who you were talking about.”

"I wasn’t sure what to tell you, I’m very nervous but feel better knowing you’re here and you know Jack.”

“Becca?" her Master called her from the other side of the room.

“Yes Sir?”

"Bring me a drink please”

“Yes Master," Becca swallowed her impatience and went to fix him his drink. 

Tori did notice that it was only soda and water that was being served, there was no alcohol at all. Tori watched Becca take her Master his drink. When she handed him the drink, he didn’t say anything to her, but pointed at the floor. Becca went to her knees and knelt next to him. He absently stroked her hair while she held up her hands like a cup to hold his drink for him.

Tori watched them fascinated. The two other submissive's were kneeling next to their Master’s also. Jack caught Tori’s eye and she walked over to stand next to him.

"During the play portion of our evening, I’m going to request that I be the only one to play with Tori this evening. She is very new to the lifestyle and this is her first play party. All of the other rules of our play parties will remain the same. When you are ready, we can go out to the loft.”

Within a few minutes everyone was heading across the yard to the barn. Most of the couples stopped at their cars and picked up bags. When they got to the barn, Jack turned on the lights upstairs and everyone climbed up to the loft. Tori instinctively went to kneel where she normally would when she played with Jack. Jack walked up to her and smiled, pleased that she had knelt to wait for him. 

“Stand up." Tori stood before him, her knees trembling. She was more nervous tonight than she was the first time they had played together. Jack gently touched her cheek, and smiled. “You’re doing fine,," he said softly. “Relax for a few minutes and just watch, I need to turn on the music." Jack walked over to the wall and selected several discs and put them in the player. Soon, relaxing music filled the barn. Tori turned to her right and saw Becca and her Master, at the spanking saddle as she had come to term it. Becca was lying

over the saddle, her naked body awaiting her Master’s touch.  Richard and Cindy were preparing to play together. Richard had cuffed Cindy’s hands in front of her and attached them to the chain hanging from the beams.  Steve and Pam were by the long table. Tori felt like she was intruding watching, but she couldn’t make herself turn away from what was happening in front of her. Jack walked up behind Tori and tugged her braid, her head going back. “Let’s go over to the cross, you haven’t been on that yet." Not letting go of her hair he led her to what appeared to Tori to be a giant X. Jack put cuffs on her wrist and made sure she couldn’t slip her hands out of them. He helped her to stand in front of the cross; her body still barely covered in the leather outfit she wore. Jack moved around behind her setting out various crops, paddles, canes, and gloves. He wanted to start her out slowly and build. He had a good idea of what she was capable of withstanding, but he didn’t want to push her too far to fast. 

Tori could hear the other submissive’s being flogged or spanked around her. She could just see Becca out of the corner of her eye, could hear her soft moans as her Master, flogged her back. She smiled to herself remembering how she felt the first time she had laid across that saddle. 

Jack walked up behind Tori lightly running his hands up her legs under the hem of her skirt. Giving her buttocks a light squeeze. 

“Remember you can stop me at anytime. I want you to remember you r colors too. I’m going to be using new things on you this evening. I’m not going to blindfold you, but I will request that you close your eyes and just feel. “

“Yes Sir," 

"I do think we need to lose this outfit though," Jack commented as he tugged the zipper of her skirt down. Exposing her naked buttocks to his gaze and to anyone else who cared to look. Tori felt the cool air caress her skin, leaving her a little chilled, but only for a moment.  Jack lightly smacked her bottom as he set her skirt aside, and undid her top. He gently caressed her breast, before he moved away again. Tori closed her eyes awaiting the first touch from Jack. She jumped involuntarily when the flogger met with her bare skin. She felt the sting, and then a releasing of muscles as Jack continued to flog her. Every so often Jack would make one of the smacks sting more than the other, and Tori just sighed with the pleasure of it. Jack used a variety of floggers on her back and buttocks. Her skin turned a light shade of pink. He switched to a wooden paddle that Tori felt all the way through her, her hands clenching tight against the rings on the cuffs. Jack, then used something on her that she couldn’t figure out what it was, it was painfully sharp and erotic at the same time. Up and down her back, squeezing her buttocks, trailing up and down her legs. He reached around her front sliding his hands up and down her body. Causing her to arch against him. He cupped her nipples, sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure through her. She moaned as she pressed her body back against him. He kissed her neck lightly, and continued arousing her senses.  He gave her a few smacks with his bare hand that had her getting very wet and moaning. Jack smiled to himself.  He was enjoying the way Tori was responding to what he was doing. He mentally stored this in his mind, and continued to flog her. Her back was now a light shade of red. He switched to a heavier flogger, and flogged the back of her legs below her butt. Then moved his way up her body, he watched her hands tighten and release against the rings of the cuffs but she didn’t stop him. He steadily continued to use various things on her, even giving her a few smacks with the cane, just at the base of her buttocks, top of her thighs.  She whimpered but didn’t ask him to stop. 

“Tori, are you all right?" he asked in her ear as he came up behind her.

“Yes Sir," she sighed. 

Jack carefully took her down from the cross, not sure how she would feel once he released her. She looked a little dazed to him, and he wanted to be very careful with her. He sat her down on a chair, and handed her a cup of water.  He knelt down in front of her so he could be on eye level with her.

“You did very good tonight. I’m very pleased. How are you feeling right now?" 

“I’m okay Sir. I can’t describe what I feel right now. It’s a combination of sore and pleasure at the same time. I’m sure I will be feeling a little sore tomorrow." She smiled at him.

"Well, the party will be done soon. You can remain seated here or if you wish to you can kneel in your designated spot. Just remember normally, you will be kneeling after any playing we do. Tonight I did more than normal and want to make sure you are okay.”

Wanting to please Jack she rose from the chair and walked over to where she knelt to wait for him, when they played alone.  Tori became aware that the others were still playing, she could hear the sounds of floggers, and other implements being used.  Soon, the room was quiet except for the music. Tori didn’t know how long she had knelt there waiting. Her mind was thinking about what would happen after the others had left. Jack had told her he wanted her to stay. 

“Tori, time to call it a night," Jack stated quietly.

Tori glanced up at Jack and saw the smile on his face. She got up, and went to pick up her clothes. Becca walked over and hugged her. “I’m so glad we got to meet. I’ll talk to you soon okay.”

“Yes, I’ll talk to you soon”

Everyone went down to the main level; the other girls were putting their clothes on, as they had to drive home from Jacks. Tori still held her clothes in her arms, not sure if she should get dressed or stay naked. 

“Let’s go inside before you get chilled standing out here," Jack took Tori’s hand and led her into the house.

He locked the doors and directed her to his room. Tori had never been in the house before so following Jack’s directions she found his room.  She stood at the foot of his bed waiting for him to come in the room. He walked in, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He laid it over the chair, then took off his boots, and undid his jeans. Tori could only stare at him, her mouth dry he was a well-built man, solid muscle. Tori knew he had strength that he kept under control. 

Jack sat down on the side of the bed. His cock already standing, waiting to be attended to. 

“Come kneel over here in front of me”

Tori did as he requested, kneeling between his legs. She knew without him saying so he wanted her to suck on his cock. She waited for his instructions.

“You’ve pleased me tremendously little one. Now I’d like you to take my cock in your mouth and pleasure me.”

“Yes Sir," Tori leaned forward and slid his already hard cock into her mouth, taking it in as far as she could. Running her tongue up and down the sides. She started stroking his cock, with her mouth and she heard him let out a muffled moan. She worked that much harder to bring him satisfaction. As she stroked his cock, he reached out and grabbed her hair, and pushed himself deeper into her mouth. She tried not to struggle against the pressure he was putting on her head. Soon Jack’s cum was squirting into her mouth and throat. Tori didn’t have time to think she just naturally swallowed. She continued to suck and lick until Jack released her head. Slowly she slid her mouth off of his cock. Looking at him, awaiting his next set of instructions.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 03



“Very nice little one," Jack smiled. “We are almost done for the night, but I will say this. I would prefer you stay here this evening. I want to make sure you are okay. You have had a big night. Is there anything preventing you from staying?”

“No Sir there isn’t," Tori responded softly.  

“Good, then stand up and lay over my lap for a moment. I want to do a little experiment before I let you rest." When Tori stood, she noticed there were several items on the bed wondering what Jack had planned, she did as she was instructed.

"I noticed when we were playing, when I spanked your bottom with my hand you became aroused, more so than when you got flogged, am I correct?”

“Yes Sir," Tori tried to hide her emotions here. For her getting an old fashioned spanking made her horny and very wet, she liked that Jack was so observant.

“Spread your legs open a little," Jack’s finger probed her clit area, noticing that it was already wet, but not overly so. 

His hand came down on her bottom with a crack that had her jumping in his lap. Over and over he spanked her bottom leaving it red and tingling. He paused for a moment, to feel her clit again. He could feel her juices beginning to flow. He picked up a paddle, and using that on the lower part of her butt gave her several smacks, he even placed a few on the back of her thighs. Knowing when she sat down tomorrow she would remember what happened. Again, he checked her clit; she was dripping wet now. He picked up his belt, folded it in half and gave her several smacks with that. He could feel Tori’s juices on his leg, knowing it wouldn’t take much more to have her orgasm. He probed her clit with his finger, moments later she was moaning. Please Sir, may I come for you, please," Tori begged.

“Now," was all he said as her body was racked by a hard orgasm.

Soon Tori was lying like a limp rag doll across his lap. He gently helped her up. Then pulled down the covers on his bed and told her to climb in. He pulled her close to him, and gently wrapped the end of her braid around his hand. 

“Thank you Sir," Tori said as she drifted to sleep.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 03



So Britney had watched for a while as they had raised the car up on a hydraulic lift. Ryley had explained to them what happened, what he was sure was broken and what he wanted replaced and enhanced. Much to Britney's embarrassment Ryley had then told the group about her failed drag racing experience, drawing some laughter and a few remarks about how imports suck.

Then Britney had left the group and gone into an adjoining room that was obviously the break room, which is where she now found herself. She had been in there by herself for about an hour, before Ryley came in to join her. He was smiling from ear to ear as he closed the door and Britney realized this was the first time she had ever seen him really relaxed.

"You're in your element out there, huh?" she asked.

He looked up at her and nodded. " I've been gone for a long time, Brit."

She smiled as he used one of the pet names her family used to give her. An even wider smile crossed her face as she heard the audible click of the door as Ryley locked it. He crossed the room to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips.

Their lips met as Britney wrapped her arms around his neck. She sought out his tongue with a hunger she didn't know she had had until his lips met hers. His right hand slipped under her shirt and rose up to slide her bra down and grasp her breast. He pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers and she moaned into his mouth.

She lowered her hand down to the front of his pants and squeezed his throbbing cock through the material. Britney could feel the organ straining under her touch and she deftly lowered his zipper and reached inside his pants. Ryley froze as he always did when her fingers came into contact with his cock, the skin of which felt like it was on fire to Britney.

Not without some difficulty she wrestled the rock hard organ, which had her dripping with desire out of his pants. She wanted to feel his cock filling her pussy so badly that her body was actually shaking with desire. Perhaps it had been the high-octane agenda of the day or the smell of gasoline and oil permeating the air but Britney felt like a Formula One car that needed to be put through its paces. And she knew Ryley was the only driver who could satisfy her.

Without a word, Britney released him with both hands and grabbed the waistband of her pants. Ryley's eyes gleamed as she her pants down, allowing them to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving her in the baby blue tank top and bra, her thong and her shoes. Turning around she leaned over the table, grasping the far side, preparing herself for the ride she was about to enjoy.

Ryley rubbed pulled her thong to the side and rubbed her slit, spreading her juices around her mound, enjoying the slick feel of her sex. He could feel Britney pushing back against him and he knew she was aching to feel his cock inside her. Ryley couldn't wait to give it to her and needed this just as badly as she did. Being around cars all day had also given him a burning need her couldn't explain but was all too familiar with.

Taking his cock in his hand he guided the massive head to her opening and pushed against her lips. They spread slowly, accepting his intruding cock with a reluctant eagerness. Leaning over Britney, he laid his hands on top of hers and they entwined their fingers. Ryley closed his eyes and thrust forward with a quick, muscular motion.

Britney squeezed her eyes shut and emitted a high-pitched squeal as her cunt was filled in a split second. Her body shuddered in one of the most powerful orgasms of her young life and she arched her back against Ryley as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Her hyper-excited nerve endings could feel every vein, every indentation and every grain of skin that made up Ryley's throbbing organ.

While she was still shaking, Ryley slowly began to withdraw, using just his hips and keeping their bodies in contact. He paused with just the head inside her and then thrust forward again, pressing Britney's hips to the table and causing her to rock forwards. Immediately she was consumed with another orgasm, though not as powerful as the first, being so soon after it drew no less of a reaction.

Ryley could hear Britney draw a sharp intake of breath as he thrust into her and could feel her pussy squeezing him like his cock was in a velvet vice. Trying to remain in control he began to build up a slow rhythm, filling and emptying her pussy and enjoying the warm, wet feel of it. He realized again that he was fucking one of the most beautiful, most fantasized about women on the face of the earth. This thought did nothing to quell the burning feeling he was trying so desperately to stave off at the moment.

Before long he was fucking in Britney with a reckless abandon. The table was shuddering under their copulation and if it weren't for the constant sound of air ratchets and the thumping of the air compressor in the other, Ryley was sure his former teammates would hear Britney's chorus of moans, whining and squeals. Shifting his position slightly, Ryley managed to get his cock to rub against her clitoris on every stroke.

Britney's eyes were flooded with a white-hot light as she had her third orgasm. Ryley was indeed the greatest fuck she had ever found. His cock was stretching her almost to the point of causing pain, but hanging so close on the verge it was stimulating every nerve ending the girl had in that area of her body. She bit her lower lip as she thrust back against him and wondered how this could ever get better. Then an idea struck her and smiled a wickedly sexy smile.

Reaching up with one hand she touched Ryley's face. " Ryley," she breathed in between his thrusts. " I want to try something."

He slowed his motions and Britney could tell he was close to flooding her with a hot load of cum.

"What?" he asked with a strangled breath.

She looked over her shoulder at him and found his blue eyes, half closed in lust, staring back at her. Britney swiveled her hips, feeling his cock moving inside her and smiled as Ryley groaned and squeezed her hands gently.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

Ryley blinked. " I thought I was," he replied.

Britney kissed his chin. " In the ass," she whispered, licking his bottom lip.

Ryley straightened up behind her. " Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ryley, fuck my ass. But go slow at first I've never done this before," she explained as she lowered her face and chest to the table, folding her hands under her cheek.

Ryley looked down at her ass, which was now sticking up in the air, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Slowly, he withdrew from her and watched her pussy close slowly after his cock had left it empty. He decided his cock was lubricated enough with her juices to make this possible so he took it in hand and aimed it at the puckered, light brown rosebud of her ass.

He pressed the massive head against the tight muscle and wondered how he was going to fit it through that hole. But, Britney had pretty much ordered him to do this so he pressed against the hole. He felt it contract against him so he pushed harder. He could feel Britney's entire body tense up.

"Britney," he said, as he pushed harder. " Relax, sweetheart. Let me in."

Britney took a deep breath and then sighed, relaxing her body. Immediately Ryley's cock slipped into her ass, burying about three inches before Britney reacted. Her upper body shot up off the table and Ryley covered her mouth with his hand before she could scream. The muted roar of her screaming reaction reached his ears, and caused his hand to vibrate.

Her fingernails clawed the table as her asshole convulsed around his shaft. Ryley held his position, not daring to move. The incredible tightness of her asshole was making his body demand to be buried as deep as he could get inside of it. But he wasn't sure how much of Britney's reaction was pain or surprise.

Britney could never recall a feeling like this. She felt so deliciously full that she was ignoring the pain she was feeling. The second Ryley's erection had entered her she had had an orgasm of an entirely different sort that tingled against the base of her spine. Reaching up she pulled Ryley's hand from her mouth and looked over her shoulder at him, flipping her hair out of the way.

Ryley could see the look in Britney's eyes and it was one of pure sexual, animalistic desire. He knew she didn't want him to stop. Grabbing her hips with both hands he pushed his cock against her convulsing ass and felt himself surge forwards. 

His nuts slapped against Britney's pussy as he went as deep as he could inside her. Britney arched her back and threw her head back, causing her hair to dangle from her head to the small of her back. Ryley found the pose amazingly erotic, her body contorted into such a fashion, every muscle on her body straining.

Slowly, he began to withdraw from her, leaving just the head inside her and looked down to see her sphincter stretched around his organ. Already he could feel his cum churning inside his nuts and he knew that this wouldn't last long. Drawing a deep breath he shoved his cock back to the hilt inside her ass. She grunted as he bottomed out and drew a sharp intake of breath as he withdrew.

Within a few seconds Ryley was fucking Britney's ass with long, powerful strokes and he could literally feel the suction of her ass drawing his cum from his balls. Britney was thrusting back against him and urging him on. Ryley could tell she was enjoying this immensely and she looked the part. Her hair was flying around her head as her body was thrust forwards from him only to have her push herself back.

"Come on, Ryley!" she grunted. " Fuck my ass! I want to feel your hot cum inside me!"

Ryley groaned as he automatically went to short, quick thrusts, desperate to get as deep inside of her as possible to fill her with his load.

"Fuck me!" Britney whined. " Now god damn it! Harder!"

Ryley felt his cock expanding with a burning pain and he roared inside his throat as his cock suddenly exploded. He pumped his cock a few more times then withdrew to the tip and just as quickly slammed back inside Britney's ass. His cock jerked and spewed, flooding her ass with his cum.

Britney could feel the cum splashing inside her, creating a deliciously squishy, hot feeling inside her. The feel of Ryley's cock jerking and filling her ass was incredibly naughty and hot that she felt her pussy convulse in orgasm. She rocked her hips in the throes of her orgasm, milking Ryley's cock further. She could feel him erupt again, shooting forth another rope of his hot cum, adding to the countless other ones he had already shot into her.

Ryley collapsed on top of Britney, pressing her body to the table. She turned her head and their lips met, both of them out of breath. Britney could feel his cock trembling inside her ass and she giggled at the sensation. Ryley laughed as well when Britney squeezed her ass and wiggled her hips.

"That was amazing," Britney whispered.

Ryley kissed her on the cheek. " I know, thank you, Britney. You are incredible."

Britney smiled. " I don't want you to take that out, ever," she whispered.

Ryley smiled. " I don't ever want to take it out, either. But we have to."

"Well we'll just have to put it back in there when we get home," she replied, licking his bottom lip as he stood up.

Ryley gently pulled his cock from her ass and watched it close slowly. Picking up a roll of paper towels from a nearby counter, he pulled a few sheets off and delicately wiped his cum from Britney's ass. Then he used a few more to wipe his cock off.

Britney stood up slowly, her legs feeling like rubber beneath her. After tucking his cock back into his pants Ryley placed one hand on Britney's waist to steady her and with the other he picked up her pants. He knelt down and slid her pants on as she lifted her feet for him. 

Ryley stood up, pulling up her pants as he went until her had them around her waist and he stood before her. Britney placed her arms around his neck and they kissed for several long seconds. Finally Ryley reached under her shirt, tucked her breast back into her bra and then adjusted her shirt back to where it had been.

"Come on," he said, kissing her forehead. " Let's see if they finished with your car."

A few hours later

Once again Britney was at the wheel of the Camaro, feeling the vibrations of the monster LS1 through the steering wheel and shifter. Ryley was sitting beside her, his hat resting on the back seat for now. His blue eyes had a light to them that Britney wasn't sure was from their encounter earlier or from seeing all his old friends again. She could only guess it was a combination of both.

TJ and his crew had done a lot in the few hours they had had the Camaro. The rear had definitely blown when Britney had tried to race that kid so the crew had replaced the original rear with a full on, badass, aftermarket rear that could handle all the power the car would ever make. They had also replaced all the brakes with an aftermarket set that was designed for road races. And the entire suspension had been replaced with aftermarket components, lowering the car and beefing up the suspension to road-race- ready.

Britney could definitely feel the difference in the car. It was much more responsive to her inputs and even more catty in its response. All in all Britney was definitely happy she had bought the car and even more delighted with the tastes she had developed, both in cars and in other areas, she thought with a smile feeling the pleasant soreness in her ass.

Later that night Britney and Ryley were spooned together in bed; Ryley's gentle breathing informing her that he was asleep. Another load of his cum was still in her ass, Britney had yet to go and take care of it, she was enjoying the warmth of his body at the moment. She was also finding it hard to sleep.

The message that had been waiting on her answering machine that night had excited and troubled her. The choice it had placed before her was a great one. It would mean choosing between Ryley and her career. She wasn't sure what to do and hadn't told Ryley. What could she say?

She would have to decide by tomorrow. Her career or Ryley? They both made her happy. Now that he had helped her get rid of her tyrannical record company she could branch off on her own, make her own decisions, and write her music unobstructed. But that would mean leaving the cowboy she had come to enjoy so much.

Britney wasn't sure if she really did love him or not. In fact Britney had never loved anyone other than her family. You would think in the business she was in she would be surrounded by love and would know it when she saw it. But the fact was she didn't know love, so she couldn't identify it.

Either way, on the following day Britney would have to decide, she thought as she climbed out from under the covers. Looking down at Ryley as he slept peacefully she smiled. She did enjoy his company; maybe it was love. Maybe it wasn't. Sighing, she swallowed hard and made up her mind. The next morning she would tell him about her problem and give him the news.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 04



(So here is the next chapter. For all of you who have been reading I am glad you have enjoyed the stories. If you read them, I would appreciate if you could also vote. Not that I am interested in winning any of the contests that literotica hosts, what I am interested in is your feedback. Feel free to email me any of your comments or complaints or suggestions for the following chapters. They are not written yet, so let me know how you would like to see the story go. For now enjoy the next chapter, things are about to spin out of control – the cowboy)

Ryley awoke to the sound of a roaring exhaust zipping down the street. Immediately he knew it was the Camaro and that meant Britney was going out somewhere. Throwing back the covers, Ryley climbed out of bed and stretched his six-foot plus, muscular frame. Crossing the carpeted floor, he stepped into the bathroom and started the shower. Once the water was warm, he bathed quickly, dried off and then got dressed.

He took the stairs to the first floor and walked across the hall into the kitchen. Searching through the cabinets, he found a box of Frosted Flakes. Grabbing them, a gallon of milk and silverware he sat down at the table and poured himself a bowl of cereal. As he was pouring milk over the flakes, the phone began to ring.

Ignoring it, he began to mix his cereal with his spoon. He heard the machine pick up and Britney's voice flowing like honey asking the caller to leave a message. Ryley smiled as he began to chew his first spoonful. He was surprised that Britney had left without saying anything to him and he was wondering when she would return. He smirked to himself as he recalled the sound of the Camaro roaring down the street. By the sound of the exhaust, it sounded like Britney had gotten a hang of the car quickly and she had been working the gears like an expert.

As he had this thought he heard the machine begin to record the caller's message. At first, he didn't think anything of it. However, as he listened he realized who it was right as the caller hung up. Pushing back his chair, Ryley stood up and walked across the room to the answering machine. He hit the play button and waited for the tape to rewind, when it did, the speaker clicked on and the tape began to play.

"Britney, its Kyle," said the tape, and Ryley immediately recognized the cultured, slightly sleazy voice of Britney's agent. " Listen I just wanted to try and catch you before you left, I'm gonna be a little late for our meeting. I'm glad you reconsidered on my offer."

Ryley began to get a sinking feeling in his stomach as he listened further.

"Pop Records is willing to give you whatever you want. And remember the only stipulation is that the cowboy has to go. We'll make up some story about him using you and leaving you like we said and the fans will sympathize and sales will skyrocket."

Just like it had in the old days, Ryley could feel his temper flaring. He clenched his hands into fists and felt his knuckles cracking. His eyes blazed with anger as he heard Kyle laugh sarcastically.

"And if you need any help kicking lover boy to the curb, just let me know."

Ryley pressed stop on the answering machine. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Britney was leaving him. However, she wasn't just leaving, she going to use him to sell records. Reaching down he picked up the phone and dialed information.

"Nobody sells me out," Ryley growled as he waited for the operator.

Several Hours Later

TJ was following Ryley through the performance shop, trying to keep up. His friend was moving into the storage section of the shop with a purpose that TJ hadn't seen since Ryley was heading to his car at the beginning of a race. Something was wrong. That much wasn't hard to figure out. TJ also knew that the only thing that could get Ryley fired up like this was a girl.

"Ryley, slow down, man," TJ called as they passed rows of cars that filled the warehouse behind the shop.

But Ryley paid no attention. They skirted the fender of a 1967 Shelby GT500 and moved deeper into the warehouse. Ryley's long black coat billowed behind him and brushed against the cars they passed, wiping off streaks of dust from various paint jobs. They finally came to a stop in front of one covered car, a car that appeared no different from the others under its anonymous cover. 

TJ knew, however, that the car held a special meaning in Ryley's life. In fact, the car had been Ryley's entire life at one point in time. However, that had ended years ago when that kid had been killed, and Ryley was black-flagged, banning him from the tracks for life. 

TJ knew that the dust would shake off when Ryley removed the cover. He also knew that Ryley would also be wiping the dust off his past and would have to face the demons that lurked beneath it. TJ could see his friend shaking, slightly, even though the warehouse was nearly completely dark.

Gently, Ryley reached out and seized the edge of the cover in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, then drew the cover off the car. TJ watched in awe as the flawless lines of the car came into view for the first time in years. He hadn't seen the car since the day when Ryley had asked him to store the car. TJ had parked the beast, covered it and never looked back. Now he was as awe struck as he had been the first time Ryley had shown him the car.

It was a 1970 ½ Camaro SS, with a black, mile deep paint job, metallic silver racing stripes and a flawless cowl induction hood. The car had a low, wide stance, huge polished, five spoke wheels and monster brakes. Ryley had built the car along the Pro-touring philosophy: build a car that was fast, handled like a dream, stopped on a dime and had all the plush power amenities that a brand new car had. Ryley had succeeded.

TJ had seen the car run on road courses, drag strips and any motor sport competition Ryley could get the car entered in. The beast had performed flawlessly, beating brand new corvettes on the road track and spanking most of the competition at the drag strip. However, the car could also be driven, anywhere the roads went, in absolute comfort. Overall, the car was as intimidating as Ryley was himself.

"Ryley, think about this," TJ said as Ryley opened the driver's door and popped the hood.

"I have," he replied as he lifted the hood and propped it open.

TJ looked in at the twin turbo LT4 that pumped out over seven hundred horsepower. The components were just as shiny and polished as they had been the day Ryley handed TJ the keys. The keys now hung from TJ's hand as he watched Ryley pull the dipstick and check the oil.

"Come on, Ryley, I know she's Britney Spears but this isn't worth it."

Ryley turned to him. " This has nothing to do with her being Britney Spears," he said softly, then looked away for a moment. " And it has everything to do with it. Do you understand?"

TJ nodded. Ryley held out his hand and TJ hesitated then handed his friend the keys. Ryley walked over to the car and climbed into the driver's seat. TJ walked over to the wall opposite the Camaro and began pulling the chain that opened the garage door. Over the sound of the opening door, TJ heard the sound of the fuel pump in the Camaro kick on.

After another second, the starter spun and the Camaro roared to life. The warehouse echoed with the bone chilling sound of the two turbo's whistling idly, and that of the motor growling contentedly for the first time in seven years. TJ turned and saw Ryley sitting in the driver's seat, his eyes surveying the bank of gauges that monitored the car's vital functions.

When the door was open all the way, TJ secured it then walked over and leaned in the driver's side window. His eyes swept over the grey leather interior, the gauges, the chrome shifter and flawless details before settling on his friend. Ryley's hands remained at his sides and his eyes were staring straight ahead, his jaw clenched tightly.

"You gonna be all right, buddy?" TJ asked.

Ryley blinked several times then nodded and held out his hand. TJ grasped it tightly.

"Listen, Ryley, you take care of whatever you have to. When you're done you know you got a place right back here with the boys and me. And if you decide not to come back than just let us know everything's cool."

"Thanks, TJ," Ryley replied as he pulled a set of sunglasses from his pocket and slid them on.

He grabbed the shifter in one hand, the steering wheel in the other and revved the motor. Shifting into gear, he pulled the Camaro through the door and into the sunshine. TJ covered his ears as the motor screamed and the car shot out into the parking lot, beyond the warehouse. He smiled as the car's brakes locked and Ryley spun the car one hundred and eighty degrees.

He waved as the Camaro screamed back towards the warehouse and around the corner of the building, out of sight. One thing was for sure, TJ thought, as he closed the door; Ryley was still one hell of a driver.

MEANWHILE

Britney locked the front door of her home and ascended the stairs. She reached up her back and grasped the zipper, pulling it down and letting the dress fall to the floor in one motion. The only thing on her body anymore now was a black silk bra and matching thong. 

Undoing the clasp of the bra she let that fall to the floor also. Reaching the door to her bedroom, she turned the knob and let the door swing open. Stepping into the room, she stopped at the foot of the bed and slid her thong down her legs. Looking up, she forced a smile as she regarded Kyle.

She had waited to let him in until she knew for sure Ryley was gone. This was both troubling and elating for Britney. She could only assume that Ryley was gone because he had found out what was going on. Deep down, though she knew in the back of her mind that something was wrong. Ryley wasn't exactly the type of guy to let something like this go.

Therefore, she had agreed to let Kyle stay, this way she could kill two birds with one stone. She would have Kyle there in case Ryley came back looking for revenge and she could also fulfill part of her new contract. As usual, Kyle wanted Britney to fuck him as part of his commission. 

Britney had been doing this for quite some time, partly because Kyle wasn't bad in bed. Mostly it was because he was one of the best agents in all of Hollywood. This is how she now found herself looking at Kyle, naked on her bed, sporting a large erection and an evil smile on his face.

Britney placed one knee on the bed then proceeded to crawl up the bed towards him like a nymph. She placed one hand on his throbbing cock and stroked him gently. He sighed and thrust his hips upwards in time with her motions.

Licking her lips, she lowered her face to his cock and licked the head. Kyle groaned and his hips bucked. Britney lowered her mouth over his head and began to suck and bob her head up and down his shaft. She realized with a twinge of regret that Kyle's cock was nowhere near as large as Ryley's, nor did it taste as good.

Suddenly, Kyle grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down his shaft. Britney choked as his cock slipped right into her throat and her nose settled into his pubic hair. Kyle began to fuck her mouth with reckless abandon, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth as if she was a toy.

Britney grabbed his thighs and tried to pull away, but he was too strong. Her eyes began to water as the lack of oxygen became too much for her. Without warning, Kyle pulled his cock free of her mouth and Britney fell onto her side, gasping for breath. Kyle rose up over her and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs with his hands and positioning himself at the entrance to her pussy.

She pushed him away as he settled over her and Kyle glared at her in defiance.

"What the fuck was that for?" he asked.

Britney gasped. " Are you kidding?" she demanded, choking and gasping for air. " You just fucking raped my mouth, you asshole!"

"Oh, bullshit!" he spat down at her. " You used to love when I did that to you."

Britney sat up. " I never liked what you did to me in bed, Kyle. You never left me much of a choice though, did you?"

Kyle's eyes grew dark and ominous. " You know what? Fuck you, you bitch!" he swore and backhanded Britney, knocking her off the bed to the floor.

Britney clawed at the carpet and tried to rise to her feet, but suddenly Kyle was on top of her, pinning her to the floor. She struggled to rise but he pressed her to the carpet with a hand to her back. Immediately she could feel his hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks as Kyle forced her arms behind her back.

It hit her like a ton of bricks; he was going to rape her. How could everything have gone so bad, so fast? She knew it had to do with her betraying Ryley's trust. If she hadn't done that to him than Kyle would never have the balls to do this to her.

"All right, Britney," Kyle hissed. " You won't give it to me, then I'll take it."

"No, Kyle," Britney cried into the carpet.

She screamed in agony as Kyle shoved his prick into her pussy in one stroke. He hadn't done anything to get her wet, so the pain was immense. Britney felt like he was shoving sandpaper inside of her as he began to saw in and out of her.

Britney cried in pain with each stroke, tears streaking her face as she was forced back and forth across the carpet, the harsh fibers burning her skin. Her shoulders burned in agony from her arms being forced behind her. Kyle's grunts and groans, and the feel of his flesh on hers, was making Britney sick to her stomach.

When he was finally satisfied that Britney wasn't going to struggle anymore, Kyle let go of her arms and seized her hips. Britney let her arms fall limply to her sides as Kyle used her hips to drag her to her knees so he could jerk her back to meet his thrusts. She was relentlessly dragged across the carpet as Kyle brought himself towards his orgasm.

Moaning in pain, Britney felt Kyle growing harder inside her and she just prayed that he would cum so it would be all over. With a loud roar, Kyle erupted inside of Britney, filling her with his seed. He thrust deeply into her and held himself there as he poured his load inside of her snatch, which was burning with the feeling of raw pain.

Britney fell to the floor as Kyle released her and stood up. He laughed as he looked down at her and got dressed. She merely lay there, in shock and in pain. Her hair was strewn around her head in a tangled mess, her face was red from crying and streaked with tears. Her lower lip trembled with her breathing and her brown eyes stared accusingly at her assailant. 

Kyle pulled his suit jacket on, then reached down and slapped Britney on the ass, hard enough to leave a handprint.

"Nice doing business with you, Britney. I'll be in touch," Kyle called as he turned and opened the door to the bedroom.

Britney closed her eyes in relief.

"Oh shit," Kyle swore.

Britney opened her eyes and saw Kyle backing into the room with one hand held out in front of him in a defensive posture. Through the door stepped Ryley, his cold blue eyes blazing with rage as he looked from Kyle to Britney as she lay on the floor. A look of understanding crept into his eyes and he turned back to Kyle.

"Hey, man," Kyle said, his voice trembling as Ryley took off his Stetson and set it on Britney's dresser. " This isn't what it looks like."

Ryley moved so fast Britney didn't see what happened. One second Kyle was on his feet and the next he was on his knees trying to stem the blood that was gushing from his mouth and nose. Britney struggled to her knees, using the bed for support as Ryley reached down and pulled Kyle to his feet, then drove his knee into Kyle's stomach. 

Kyle doubled over, all the air rushing from his lungs and then Ryley drove his knee up into Kyle's mouth, snapping his head back. Ryley whirled and tossed Kyle through the door, as if he were a rag doll. Ryley began to walk out the door after him.

"Ryley," Britney called.

He stopped and turned his head to look at her. Then turned towards the door and raised a threatening finger.

"Get the fuck out of here, you little shit. If you ever come near Britney again, I'll fucking kill you."

Britney heard the sound of Kyle stumbling down the stairs and out the front door. Ryley walked around the bed and reached down, helping Britney to her feet. She stood before him as his eyes roved over her body, looking to see if she was injured. She was about to fall into his arms when she was struck across the face by the back of his hand.

The blow knocked her off her feet and onto the bed. Tears filled her eyes as her hand rose to her cheek, touching the skin and drawing a fresh flash of pain. She looked up at Ryley as he sat down on the bed next to her, facing the French doors opposite the bed.

"Why did you hit-" she began to say, but he cut her off.

"Shut the fuck up," he ordered. " You deserved that."

"But-"

Ryley held up a hand, silencing her. " I don't know what just happened in here with Kyle, but I do know you were going to leave me. I heard that little prick leave you a message before, so I know all about it."

Britney lowered her eyes as Ryley turned his head to face her. She trembled under his gaze. Something inside Britney began to tremble. The feeling was overwhelming, and within seconds, she began to sob. There was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to feel Ryley's comforting touch. 

However, that touch never came. Ryley also wanted nothing more than to comfort her; in fact, his body trembled with the urge to pull her to him. However, the fact remained that Britney had lied to him and his feelings of betrayal overruled the urge to touch her skin.

"I'm leaving, Britney," Ryley said, as he stood up.

He crossed the room and opened the closet doors. Reaching inside he removed his long black coat, the one he had come to LA in, and pulled it on. Picking up his Stetson, he placed it on his head and turned to face Britney, where she still lay on the bed.

Britney opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the setting sun. The light shown in through the French doors behind Ryley, silhouetting him in quite a dramatic pose. She was reminded once again just how imposing he was. Her mind and body yearned for him as if it had never yearned before.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

Ryley took a step towards the door, blocking the light and giving Britney a clear view of his face. His blue eyes were clouded over with emotion and refused to look her in the eye. He lowered his face and spoke.

"I don't know," he replied.

Britney rose up to her knees, naked, with the sunlight reflecting off her skin. Ryley was mesmerized by her form, her eyes reflecting a look of forlorn abandonment. He cast his eyes out the window behind her.

"Will you come back?"

Ryley turned on her with a barely contained rage.

"What the fuck for, Britney?" he roared.

She recoiled under his statement and Ryley took a deep breath.

"I love you," she whispered.

Ryley shook his head. " I don't think you do, Britney. You left me, and for what? Sales? I don't know, kid. Maybe you love me now, but I'm not sure how to feel."

Britney lowered her face for a moment then looked back up. " Promise me something, Ryley?"

He looked out the window for a moment then turned and walked to the door. Stopping he turned back to face her.

"What?" he asked.

"Call me sometime? When you're out there and when you've had a chance to think. Just call me, give me another chance. At least to talk to you."

Ryley turned and walked out the door and down the hall, as he reached the top of the stairs he turned back to the bedroom.

"I can't promise you anything right now, Britney."

Britney closed her eyes and cried. She heard Ryley descend the stairs and walk out the front door, closing it behind him. As she fell to the bed, she heard the sound of a car start up outside the house and the roar as it spun its tires all the way down the street.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 04



The next morning Tori awoke with a start. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. She smiled to herself as she remembered the play party the night before. She went to get up to go to the bathroom and found her hair wrapped around Jack's hand. She sighed to herself, then tried to move again with no luck.

"Sir?" she spoke softly not sure if he was awake or not. When he didn't reply she spoke a little louder. "Sir?"

"Hmm." was the only reply.

"I need to use the washroom, and you have my hair wrapped around your hand" Jack tugged her braid. 

"So I do, and what would be the proper way to ask me to release your hair?"

"Please Sir, would you release my hair so that I may use the washroom?"

"You may use the washroom, but I want you to come back here when you are finished." Jack unwound her hair from his hand.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Tori scrambled off the bed and went into the washroom. She ran her fingers through her bangs as she answered nature's call. She turned to look in the mirror before she walked back to the bedroom. Her back and ass were a light shade of pink still. She smiled.

When she got back to the bedroom Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jack just pointed to the floor at his feet. Tori knelt in front of him. 

"How are you feeling this morning little one?" Jack asked with a smile.

"I'm fine Sir."

"Good. I'm going to give you a choice here, once again because you are new to this. You can go home after we have breakfast, or you can stay here and you and I will play a little more. I need some help exercising one of my horses." Tori's eyes went wide. "Don't worry you wont have to do anything but sit on the horse, while I walk it in circles, playing with the whip."

Tori hesitated in answering. She wasn't sure she understood him correctly. "Sir, I don't have any clothes to ride in with me, and umm what exactly do you mean by play with the whip?"

"You don't need clothes little one. There is no one else here. You can ride bareback, with nothing on. In answer to your second question, I'll be using the whip on both you and the horse. Don't worry you will be safe and the horse wont bolt and try to throw you. I'll give you until after breakfast to make your decision." Jack got up from the bed heading towards the door.

"There is a robe on the inside of the closet door if you would prefer to wear that instead of roaming around my house with nothing on. While we have breakfast, you can ask any questions you may have about what we have done so far or any concerns you may have thought of."

"Yes Sir" Tori pulled the robe out of the closet, not feeling sure of herself enough to sit down to breakfast without it. She knew without him saying so that this would not always be an option for her.

Jack made coffee and the breakfast. Tori figured a bachelor living alone must know how to cook a little. He made small talk with her while he moved around the kitchen with minimum fuss. He didn't waste any movements. Soon Tori had a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of her. 

"Eat up" Jack invited as he sat down next to her.

Tori ate in silence, not sure what she should say. She had questions about their association; she didn't want to term it a relationship, but was afraid to ask.

"So, do you have any questions at all?" Jack looked at her curiously.

"I do, but I'm not sure how to ask them" she replied quietly.

"Tori, we really haven't talked a lot about this, so lets at least start here and we can work on things as they come up. For right now I will be your Master or Dom whichever you prefer to use. We can keep things between us as simple as friends, or we can explore where things may go otherwise. I don't want you to be afraid to ask me questions."

"There are several things you need to remember. You may be a submissive, but you are not a doormat. As your Dominant I have a duty to you to protect you and make sure you are safe. You do have say in what happens. There may come a time when I will ask you to do something that truly frightens you or you just don't want to explore. You will have to tell me if that happens. I'm not a mind reader."

"I believe as a Dominant, I have to take into consideration your feelings, and thoughts on things that affect your well being. D/s isn't just about being whipped, flogged or spanked. It's about a total power exchange. What I mean by that is if we take things farther than just play partners and develop a relationship between us, then I would be totally in charge of your well being. "

"I'd decide what you should do, when, who you should associate with. But, before I could make decisions about any of that I would need to know what your thoughts were. I'm not going to take all of your friends away from you. I'm not going to tell you to turn over your paycheck to me. For one we don't know each other well enough, and for another I don't think that is important unless we were to become husband and wife. Yes, there are husbands and wives who are Dominants and submissive. They just make their relationship work in a vanilla world."

"Some people would say you were crazy for enjoying the things we have done. That is because they don't understand that you need this to make you happy. "Jack stopped to drink some coffee.

"That makes me feel better, knowing I do have some say in what happens. I was always under the impression, that whatever the Dominant wanted he got. It's nice to know that it isn't always that way." Tori gave Jack a shy smile.

"With that being said, have you decided what you would like to do? Are you going to go home or would you like to stay a while longer?" 

"I think I would like to stay."

"Good, I'll explain what we will be doing. First of f, like I said earlier, you will be on the horse naked. I'll have the horse on a lead line, and we will just be going around and around in a circle. Sometimes at more than a walk, but nothing you haven't done before and that you wouldn't be able to handle now. I will occasionally use my whip on you, hitting you in various places, you will have to be careful to not yell out and startle the horse. If I miss you and hit the horse, the horse will forgive me." Jack said with a grin.

Tori smiled and laughed.

"Yes I know it is warm outside, but when we are done you can come in and cool off in the shower. Does this appeal to you at all?"

"Yes it does. I've never been on a horse bareback before. I imagine it will be unusual especially being naked."

"Well, lets go outside then and get started. Wait over here by the fence and I'll get Starlight." A few minutes later Jack came back leading a beige colored horse to the fence. 

"See she's harmless" Jack stroked the mares nose. Tori reached up and ran her hand down the horse's neck. A slight tremor shook her body, partially from excitement, partially from fear.

"Grab a hold of her mane, and I'll give you a leg up" Jack cupped his hands so Tori could put a foot in to get up on the horse's back. "Oh, before I forget, you need to put this in before we can start." Jack pulled a little egg shaped object out of his pocket and handed it to Tori. "Insert that into your pussy and make sure it is all the way in. "

Tori did as instructed but wasn't sure what the little egg was for. Jack started Starlight out at a slow walk, after a few moments Tori heard the crack of the whip near her and she almost leaped off of the horse. Jack let out a soft laugh at the look on her face. He took the horse to a canter making sure Tori was still comfortable. He reached in his pocket and turned on the remote control for the egg. He started it off very lightly. He could see the look of confusion cross Tori's face. He increased the speed a little more as the horse continued to canter. He cracked his whip again, this time catching Tori on her back, lightly. She flinched, but didn't make a sound. Her clit was becoming very aroused as Jack kept increasing the speed of the egg. Tori found it very hard not to wiggle, while Jack increased the horse's speed. Occasionally Tori would feel and hear the crack of the whip upon her flesh. She was finding it more and more difficult to remember what she was supposed to do while the horse was trotting around in a circle. Her clit was on fire and she wanted release so badly.

"Please Sir, May I cum" Tori called out as the speed in the egg hit high. 

"No, you may not"

Tori almost cried in frustration. Jack could see it in her face and almost laughed.

A few minutes passed and again Tori asked for permission.

"Yes" was all Jack said and Tori visible trembled upon the horse's back bouncing out of sync with the rhythm. Jack slowed the horse down and stopped her. He reached up and pulled Tori off the horse and she crumbled at his feet. She was totally weak from her orgasm. 

"Are you okay?" Jack asked as he knelt down next to her.

"Yes, Just a little shook up is all" Tori gave him a weak smile.

"More intense than you thought it would be?" Jack just grinned at her. "Why don't we go inside and clean up then if you want to you can head home."

He helped Tori to her feet and made sure she was steady before he headed towards the house. Once inside he directed her to the bathroom.

Tori started the shower and was surprised when Jack stepped into the bathroom and stripped. He climbed into the shower and motioned for her to join him. She stepped into the shower stall with him not sure if she should be behind him or in front of him. He dunked his head under the shower spray sending water everywhere. Jack grabbed the soap and handed it to her. Surprised Tori took it and worked up lather in her hands, then she tentatively touched Jack. This was the first time she had really been allowed to touch him other than having his cock in her mouth. She ran the soap over his chest down his stomach, and hesitated at touching his already aroused cock. Tori glanced up at Jack, and he had a smirk on his face. He was watching her intently, seeing how she would react. Tori swallowed hard and continued to wash Jack's body. She washed his cock and balls, then moved on as quickly as possible. She wasn't that comfortable with washing someone else, but she did find it somewhat enjoyable.

As she washed his back he leaned forward and let the water and her hands relax him. When she finished she wasn't quite sure what to do next, so she stood there waiting for him to say something. He turned around and took the soap out of her hand, then proceeded to wash her body. Slowly making her ache for more at each touch. As he stood there washing her breast he leaned in and gave her a kiss that took her breath away she had to grab on to him in order to keep from sinking to the floor. He deepened the kiss letting the soap slip out of his hands. He reached around and cupping her bottom brought her up against him. She let out a soft moan, as he moved from her lips to her neck. She let her head fall back in complete surrender to him. His lips moved over her wet skin, heating it where it had once been cold. Sending shivers chasing up her spine leaving her weak. His hands roamed up and down her slick body, caressing and molding. By the time the water turned cold, both of them were completely aroused and wanting. Jack opened the shower door, and pulled her with him. Jack simply picked her up and carried her to the bed. Where he laid her down and swiftly entered her. They both quickly became fully aroused and were soon searching for release.

"Please, Sir, please may I cum" Tori begged as her body trembled.

"Now" Jack's ragged voice ordered as he released his hot seed inside of her.

It took several minutes for both of them to breathe normally again. Jack was collapsed on top of her. He pushed himself up enough to roll off of her and drag her to his side.

"Now that is what I call a hot shower" he chuckled in her ear.

"Yes Sir it was, but I really need to get home. I have stuff I have to get done today before I go back to work tomorrow."

"Okay, little one. You may go, but I would like you to call me later tonight to let me know how you are feeling." 

"Yes Sir, I will."

With that Tori got up, and found her clothes from the night before, got dressed and headed home.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 04



Britney had lost the only man she had ever loved. Her heart was broken. But, she would find him one day and they would be together again, she promised herself this as she cried herself to sleep.

Several weeks later

The wind whipped across the sand, blowing particles of it across the surface of the beach. The sound of the waves crashing ashore filled the air and the smell of salt water permeated the nostrils of both Ryley and his horse. Both horse and rider scanned the long stretch of beach with an easy gaze that belied the beautiful scenery around them.

Turning the horse in a slow circle, Ryley guided the golden palomino up the beach, retracing their hoof prints. Ryley's mind wandered back over the past few weeks, trying to figure out just what in the hell he was doing. For some reason he couldn't find a purpose to his journey.

After leaving Britney's house that day, a day that felt like it had been years ago, Ryley had gone straight to the nearest bank he could find where he had accounts. He had withdrawn all his savings, which was quite a bit of money, enough to shock Ryley. Since he had been working on that ranch he hadn't kept track of his accounts, merely deposited his pay and never looked back. Somewhere at another bank in the Midwest was all the money he had left from his days on the NASCAR circuit.

Once he had his money in his pocket, he pointed the Camaro south, following the coast. When the city was long behind him, he found himself in a nice rural area dotted with mansions and cottages. By the looks of the houses, Ryley figured that the people living around these parts were rather well off. 

Within a week of leaving Britney, Ryley had found a huge ranch that had a help wanted sign hanging out front. Ryley had figured that the job would require mending fences and taking care of livestock, but there was none of that in the job description. The owners were a middle-aged couple, and were very pleasant when Ryley knocked on their front door.

He inquired about the job and they asked him how experienced he was on a horse. Ryley replied that he had been riding horses since he was six years old in fact; he had just about grown up in the saddle. This information pleased the couple immensely and after taking in his attire with an appraising eye they seemed to come to believe him quite readily. 

They then proceeded to explain to Ryley what his job would be. They informed him that this ranch was used to board horses for people who preferred to have a little privacy, you know away from the public's eye. Ryley understood immediately that this ranch was home to the horses of dozens of celebrities. The couple, their names were David and Nancy Kline, explained that these people merely came to ride the property and Ryley's only job would be to keep an eye on everyone as best he could.

David explained that their former employee had become too star struck and several of the customers had complained about his behavior. That, along with an apparent stalking problem on his part, led to his dismissal. They asked if this would be a problem for Ryley and he replied that no, it probably wouldn't. Both husband and wife had looked curiously at Ryley, but had seemed more than satisfied. 

So Ryley was hired and had made arrangements to have his horse brought out from Colorado. Within in another week the two of them were riding the fifty thousand square acre piece of land. Cheyenne, his horse, had seemed more than pleased to see Ryley once again. Ryley for his part was also elated to have his old friend back and the two of them wasted no time in riding out onto the gorgeous land they were hired to survey.

In the following weeks Ryley had seen many celebrities of various calibers come and go. He had seen stars like Mel Gibson, Jude Law, Heather Graham, Brooke Burke and various others. Ryley had kept his distance, mainly because he had once known many of these people and cared not to associate with them anymore. The only one that he had wanted to say something to, but hadn't gotten up the courage to do so, was Brooke Burke.

The two of them had had quite a relationship right when Ryley was getting his start with the Winston Cup. They had been seeing each other for about an eighteen- month period. Sadly, things hadn't worked out between the two but they had remained friends for quite some time. It had been many years since he had seen Brooke, which was long before she was famous. Ryley had heard about her successful career, husband and two kids.

It pained him to realize that if it hadn't been for a few mistakes on his part than it was quite possible the two of them would have been married. He hadn't thought about her in a long time, but seeing her in all her beauty brought back a flood of memories. Ryley was also afraid of what Brooke might think of him now, especially with everything that had happened with Britney. The truth was Brooke had once been his best friend and right now, he could sure use a friend.

As he had this thought, Cheyenne snorted. Ryley looked up from his daydreaming and cast his eyes further down the beach. He could see another horse and rider approaching, trotting along at an easy pace. Ryley lowered the brim of his hat, with a gloved hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It wasn't until the wind shifted that he realized who it was on the other horse.

The wind blew her long, dark hair to one side of her face and Ryley knew it was Brooke. He took her in with one glance as she approached him. She wore a simple white, button up shirt, which blew in the wind and framed her curves nicely. Her long, shapely legs were wearing a pair of loose, faded blue jeans, and a pair of old, sand colored cowboy boots.

She reined to a stop next to him and Ryley admired her tan skin as she smiled warmly at him. Ryley tipped his hat as she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face and licked her glistening lips. Brooke cast her eyes over Ryley's attire, which consisted of a white pearl snap shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, the long dark coat, black leather gloves and white Stetson. He saw her give a slight nod of approval.

"You know," she said as she crossed her hands over the saddle horn. " I couldn't believe my ears when Nancy told me the name of the new cowboy they had working for them."

"So is that my official title?" Ryley asked, also leaning forwards in the saddle.

Brooke smiled as Cheyenne, a stallion, nuzzled Brooke's quarter horse mare.

"That was always your official title, Ryley," she replied with a wink.

Ryley smiled and lowered his face in embarrassment before looking back up at her and smiling broadly.

"It's good to see you again, Brooke," Ryley said.

"It's nice to see you. Definitely been awhile, hasn't it?"

Ryley nodded. " Congratulations, by the way," he said, nodding to the ring on her finger. " And for the children."

Brooke blushed. " Yeah, I love my kids. And he's a good man. He's definitely not you."

Ryley laughed. " Is that good or bad?"

"Both," she replied. " I can depend on him much better than I could ever depend on you. But he's not half the man you are. . . and I don't mean like that," she continued with a smile. " I mean he's more sensitive."

"Oh come on, Brooke," Ryley smiled. " I'm sensitive."

She smiled and turned her horse so that they were now both facing up the beach and they began to walk slowly, side by side.

"You were never sensitive, Ryley Hale. You were a man, and that's what I needed when we were together. After you left, things changed. I needed a man that wasn't so confident, so sure of himself. You know, so I wouldn't have to worry about where he was spending his nights when I wasn't there."

Ryley nodded. " I have changed, Brooke."

"Then why are you here and not with Britney?"

The question took Ryley by surprise and it took him a moment to come to his senses.

"You knew?"

Brooke nudged Ryley, playfully. " Ryley, she is the pop-culture after all, the world basically revolves around that girl for better or worse, everyone knows. So why are you here if you changed so much?"

Ryley sighed and then told Brooke everything. She listened intently, with the same attentiveness she had always had. When Ryley was done, she sighed and raised her head, taking a deep breath of the salt air.

"She's just a kid, Ryley. Do you love her?"

Ryley nodded. " I did. I'm not sure anymore, though."

"Give it time, Ryley. She'll realize her mistake"

"You think so?"

Brooke reached over and placed her hand on Ryley's arm, squeezing lightly. Ryley looked over at her, her deep brown eyes staring into his and her mouth open slightly. She was absolutely gorgeous, always had been and always would be. Ryley missed her.

"Why not? I did."

Ryley was taken by surprise at that comment. He smiled, nervously and guided Cheyenne a few steps away from Brooke and her mare. She smiled coyly at him. But Ryley wasn't so sure. He wanted her, every man did, but she was married now, with two kids.

"Hey, Ryley, you still think you're so good on a horse?"

He turned to her and smiled. " I know I'm better than you."

"Listen, mister. Just because you taught me how to ride doesn't mean that I haven't gotten better."

"I doubt it, Brooke."

She smiled. " Than try to catch me."

Ryley looked up as she urged her horse into a headlong gallop down the beach. Shaking his head, Ryley merely let Cheyenne have his head and the big stallion thundered down the beach. They caught up to Brooke quickly as she looked over her shoulder, laughing, and with her hair whipping in the wind. 

Even at that speed, Ryley was mesmerized by her figure, which was silhouetted perfectly in the setting sun. They turned off the beach and continued down a trail, which grew steadily narrower. They slowed their pace, as the woods grew thicker, the trees closing in, leaving them in the cool shade of the evening wilderness.

They came to a stream and guided their horses through the water, which rose to the bellies of their mounts. Once on the other side they turned and walked down the bank in silence until they reached a cool, shaded pool of water. Brooke dismounted and let her horse lower its mouth to drink. 

Ryley climbed from the saddle also and led Cheyenne to the water. The big horse began to drink and Ryley looked up at Brooke, whose eyes were glued to him as she stroked the neck of her brown mare. Ryley looked away but couldn't ignore the feel of Brooke's eyes on him. Finally, he turned back to her and stared deeply into her eyes, reading the message that was all too clear.

Letting Cheyenne's reins dangle freely, Ryley walked around the horses and came up behind Brooke. She sighed and leaned back against him as he slid his arms under hers and wrapped them around her waist. The feel of her body against his was astounding, and brought back a flood of memories.

Her hands closed around his gloved fingers and she turned her head to his. Ryley looked down at her and could feel her breath on his skin. Her eyes stared into his even more powerfully than the look she had used for all her swimsuit calendars. Her hand rose up and caressed his cheek, then removed his Stetson.

"Just this once, Ryley," she whispered. " For what we had, and for what we could have had."

Ryley nodded and closed his eyes as their lips met. Their tongues touched delicately, and Ryley inhaled deeply, the cool, tropical smell of her coming back to him. Brooke turned his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breasts against his chest.

Their tongues remembered each other with a passion and explored each other's mouth with an experienced ease. Ryley slid his hands down her back to cup her ass and knead the firm flesh. Brooke's hands seized the collar of his coat and she yanked it off his shoulders to hi elbows. She ripped open his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body, which had grown tan from working in the sun.

She lowered her mouth to his chest and she licked and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Ryley held her head in his hands, remembering how she would always do this to him when they made love. He pulled her face back to his after letting his coat fall to the ground. Their lips met with a passionate fury as Brooke pulled Ryley's shirt from his jeans.

Ryley undid the buttons of Brooke's shirt and she shrugged the garment off, letting it fall to the ground. She reached her back and undid the clasp of her white lace bra. Teasingly, she lowered the bra until the cups fell from her breasts, exposing Ryley's eyes to the awe inspiring breasts, which had become a fantasy for any man who had seen her pictures. Ryley felt privileged to be seeing them now, and for having seen them long before the rest of the world.

Brooke's attitude shifted to a more delicate, controlled expression of her emotions as she melted into Ryley's arms. They both drew a sharp intake of breath as the bare skin of their upper bodies met for the first time in years. Ryley reached down and undid the buttons of Brooke's jeans, smiling as he always did that her jeans never had zippers.

Smiling playfully, Brooke pushed him away and kicked off her boots then pulled her jeans off her curvaceous hips. Ryley's eyes widened as her body came into view, clad only in a white lace, French cut pair of panties. How any woman could retain that figure after having two kids was beyond him. Ryley put it off as Brooke merely being a miracle of nature.

She stepped closer to him, and undid his belt and jeans and slid them down his legs. Ryley kicked his boots and socks off and stepped out of his jeans. Brooke slid his boxers down his legs to join his pants. Her hand wrapped around his cock as their lips met again, and she quickly stroked him to a raging erection. She looked down at his cock as she stroked it gently, her small hand failing to meet around its circumference.

"I missed this," she said, looking back up at him. 

Ryley smiled as he reached down and slid his fingers inside Brooke's panties. She closed her eyes and sighed, swaying a little as Ryley teasingly stroked her pussy, reveling in the feel of her moisture. He found her clit and stroked it, causing Brooke to grab onto Ryley's arms and bite her lower lip. 

She opened her mouth and moaned. Ryley felt her body shaking. He looked around them and saw nothing. Trees, bushes and the flowing river were all that greeted his eyes. The two horses looked on with regal disdain as they nuzzled the tender chutes of grass, growing in the shade of the trees along the riverbank.

Ryley removed his hand and slid Brooke's panties over her hips, letting them fall to the ground. She took his hand and led him away from the river into the shade of the trees. She fell to her knees in an area of deep, lush green grass and pulled Ryley after her. Taking each other in their arms, their lips met for a few moments before Brooke turned away from Ryley, getting down on her hands and knees.

Taking his cock in his hand, Ryley guided himself to her moist entrance as she looked over her shoulder at him. She tossed her hair over one shoulder so she could get a better view as Ryley slid himself a few inches inside of her. Brooke sighed and arched her back, enjoying the feel of his cock.

Despite the moment, Ryley's mind was flooded with memories of their countless nights of lovemaking. The two of them used to stay up all night long sometimes, unable to satisfy their hunger for each other. Back then, it seemed as if they would never be apart, but alas, that had changed as many things did when you were young. Now Ryley knew this would be the last time they would ever be together like this. Brooke had far too much to lose, and Ryley didn't blame her, he was glad to have this moment with her.

So without hesitating any longer, Ryley thrust into her pussy until his balls slapped against her clit. Brooke arched her back and came on his cock, shaking in orgasmic bliss and doing a good job of not making too much noise. She dropped to her elbows, muffling her cries in her arms.

Ryley's hands slid up her back to her shoulders as he began to withdraw, feeling the pull of her pussy on the skin of his cock. She wasn't as tight as she had been all those years ago, but there wasn't much difference. Besides, she was one of the most beautiful women in the world and an incredible lover. Ryley thrust back into her and her head snapped back as she moaned in pure bliss.

They built up a nice rhythm together. Brooke thrust back against him and swiveled her hips, creating a delicious sensation on Ryley's cock. They were both soon covered in a sheen of sweat, and Brooke's hair became a tangled mess around her head. Reaching around her body, Ryley played with her nipples, causing Brooke to rise up off her arms and press her back to her chest.

Ryley pulled her up so they were both pressed together and Ryley was thrusting up into her. Brooke reached around and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Then her hands clasped themselves over his, helping him to knead her tits. Ryley could feel his orgasm beginning deep down in his nuts. Bending his head down, Ryley sucked gently on Brooke's earlobe.

"I'm going to cum, Brooke," he whispered. " What should I do?"

She moaned and responded in a breathless voice, as her body rocked with his thrusts.

"Let me get on my back, then fuck me until you cum," she replied, falling from his grasp.

Ryley pulled his cock from her pussy as she rolled onto her back. He quickly spread her legs, which she hooked around his back as he guided himself back inside of her. Reaching down he smoothed his hand over her cleanly shaven mound and he began to tickle her clit. Brooke whined in delight and bucked her hips against him, her fingers pinching her own nipples.

She exploded in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Ryley's cock. He felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he hammered in and out of her. He watched her awesome tits heaving with his thrusts and felt her legs tightening around his waist.

"Cum inside me, Ryley," Brooke whined in a high-pitched voice. " Fill me with you r cum. Just like you used to."

Ryley leaned over her on his arms and kissed her deeply. She opened her eyes and cradled his head in her hands. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes as Ryley pistoned in and out of her. His balls began to churn and his cock swelled inside of her pussy.

"God, Ryley, I can feel your cock getting bigger!" Brooke said, with a delighted smile on your face. " Come on, fill me with your hot cum! I always loved when you came, I could feel it splashing inside of me! Come on, Ryley, this one last time, because we loved each other once, do it!"

Ryley roared as his cock exploded. It jerked and shot wad after wad of semen, deep inside Brooke's pussy. She squealed in delight and bucked underneath him, milking him of his load. Ryley thrust a few more times then left his cock deep inside of her, keeping his load buried inside of her.

When he opened his eyes, Brooke was regarding him with a soft, contented look. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply. Her legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him inside of her. Ryley tried to regain control of his breathing as he gently nipped at Brooke's neck. Her hands smoothed over his back, reminding him of how they used to bask in the afterglow of sex.

Neither one of them was eager to break their contact, but finally Brooke lowered her legs from around his waist. Ryley took this as a sign and he pulled out of her, his half erect cock sliding easily from her filled pussy. He stood up and held out his hand for her.

She took it and he pulled her easily to her feet. They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment then Brooke walked towards the river. Ryley followed her and they each stepped into the cool water a few feet then dove side by side into the deep pool. A few seconds later, they surfaced in the center, a few feet from each other.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 04



Their eyes met immediately, the old connection the two had felt for each other rekindled and alive as it ever was. Brooked swam over to Ryley and he took her in his arms. Their lips met the way they used to and they kissed with a tenderness that shocked both of them.

Brooke pulled back, still in Ryley's arms and looked into his eyes. He lowered his, a sadness filling them that Brooke understood immediately. She realized then that he had indeed changed and this made her sad as well. The thoughts of what might have been filled her head as she leaned forwards and kissed him on the forehead.

Ryley looked back up at Brooke, and despite the water that covered them both he saw a tear falling from Brooke's eye. He kissed her again, their tongues touching each other's in a final embrace. Then Brooke pulled back and they studied each other.

"I'm sorry, Ryley," she whispered. " For everything."

The hint of a smile pulled at Ryley's mouth as he reached up and caressed her cheek, Brooke pressing her face to his hand and closing her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly and she kissed his hand.

"You never owed me an apology, Brooke," Ryley replied. " Us failing was my fault."

She shook her head. " No, I mean you have changed, and that makes me love you all over again."

Ryley shook his head. " Don't, Brooke. For your children."

Brooke looked up at him, remembering her two little ones at home for the first time since they had gotten off their horses earlier. She leaned forwards and kissed Ryley, right next to his mouth. It was a parting kiss that Ryley didn't fail to see the meaning in. He hugged her tightly as they tread water in the middle of the river, pulling her body against his as they both sighed. Then Brooke slid gently from his arms.

"Thank you, Ryley," she said, touching his cheek lightly. " For not being selfish."

He smiled, the emotions inside him so strong that he was afraid speaking would betray them. It wouldn't be fair to her, because he knew if he pressed her she would leave her husband for him. But that wasn't the right thing for Ryley to do. He had come barging back into her life, and to take everything she had from her by taking her back would be a sin, the likes of which he would never be able to move past.

Brooke swam slowly away from him towards shore. She climbed from the water, which shimmered off her body in heavenly layers. Ryley looked away from her incredible body as she pulled a towel from the saddlebag on her horse and dried off lightly. She dressed and climbed back into the saddle, after giving Cheyenne a hug.

Turning her horse, she looked back at Ryley as he watched her. She smiled and blew him a kiss.

"Goodbye, Ryley," she called. " Good luck with everything."

Ryley nodded, feeling a tear fall from his eye, which bothered him immensely. 

"Goodbye, Brooke," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

He watched her ride down the riverbank towards the trail. Just as she reached it he saw her turn back in the saddle and look at him. Even from there Ryley could tell she was crying. Then she was gone from sight. If her eyes hadn't been so clouded with tears she would have seen that Ryley was also crying.

"What might have been," Ryley mused to himself as he swam towards shore.

Next chapter Ryley gets another job that puts him behind the wheel and back into the celebrity spotlight.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 05



Let me give a brief re-cap for all of you who are just tuning in to the story. Ryley Hale, our cowboy, was betrayed by Britney Spears, whom he thought he was in love with. So he left her and found a job in southern California, patrolling a large ranch where dozens of celebrities keep their horses. Ryley met up with Brooke Burke, an old love of his and they re-lit the fire they had once shared. They came close to running off together but Ryley dissuaded her from doing so. Enjoy this chapter, and I’d like to persuade you to email me your ideas and ask you to vote so I get an idea of the overall attitude towards the story- the cowboy

Ryley walked down the stairs from the loft he had been living in at the ranch. The warm, musty smell of the horses reached his nose as he opened the door from the stair well and stepped into the main causeway that ran through the barn. He placed his Stetson on his head and brushed off his faded jeans, trying to make himself presentable to the half a dozen curious female faces that turned towards him. 

Walking down the row of stalls, Ryley looked in at each and every horse, admiring the sleek and powerful lines of some very expensive animals. Several of the horses that had come to know Ryley stuck their heads out, earning a quick rub down from Ryley. Eventually he made it out of the barn, despite the looks of some very good-looking girls.

For some reason Ryley wasn’t interested in them. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women or the ones that cast him the looks they did. But he could tell they saw him as a toy, something to play with, have their fun and then put back where they found it. Sometimes that was fine, but Ryley wanted something more, a relationship, romance and affection. These were thoughts that Ryley kept to himself most of the time, because a guy like Ryley was supposed to be free, a rebel, you know a cowboy.

Well Ryley definitely was a cowboy, but he needed a woman, someone he could give his heart to. But at the moment he needed to clear his head, so he pulled the keys for the Camaro out of his pocket. Rounding the corner of the barn he saw the car, glistening in the early morning sun. Climbing into the driver’s seat, he started the engine and shifted into gear.

He flipped on the CD player, cranking up the music so he could hear it over the sound of the motor. Ryley drove slowly down the driveway and onto the road. Once he had the rear tires on asphalt, Ryley gunned the motor and guided the car into a long, loud and graceful sideways power-slide. Straightening the car, he drove hard and fast along the back roads, which cut through a very rolling, rural area. 

Ryley drive so hard and so precariously that every turn was accompanied by the sound of squealing tires. He hung the car on the edge of control, daring physics to take control of the Camaro. This was a dance, one that Ryley knew well and always lead.

Finally, Ryley turned onto a four lane county road with other cars, houses and businesses. He cooled down, dialing back his speed for the sake of those around him. Sitting back in his seat, Ryley stopped at a red light and watched the cars crossing in front of him along with some pedestrians. 

From behind the Camaro, Ryley heard the sound of a nicely tuned engine and he swiveled in his seat to see what it was. Waiting right behind the Camaro was a metallic blue 1967 Sting Ray. Ryley could clearly see the big-block hood, so he knew the car had a 427 sitting in the engine compartment.

The driver was a middle-aged man, who smiled at Ryley and revved his engine, the deep-throated roar proving that the car had a big block. Ryley revved his engine, letting the Corvette driver hear the turbo’s spool up and the wicked whistle of the blow off valves releasing the compressed air. Ryley saw the man raise his eyebrows and give the thumbs up. 

In the next moment the automotive serenity that surrounded the Corvette and Camaro was shattered by the incessant buzz of a souped up import. Ryley turned to his left as a white Supra rolled to a stop. The window rolled down and Ryley saw . . .

“ Son of a bitch,” Ryley said.

He couldn’t believe it. It was the same kid that had raced Britney the day they had gotten her Camaro. The kid sneered at Ryley, obviously not remembering who he was. He obviously didn’t hear the subtle whine of the twin turbo LT4 either.

“ Nice Camaro, man,” the kid called.

Ryley nodded.

“ Wanna see how fast it is?” 

Ryley smiled. “ I know how fast it is.”

“ Okay, then how about if it’s faster then my ride?”

Ryley nodded. “ Sure, when the light turns green.”

The kid smiled and revved his engine. Ryley shook his head and merely brought the RPM’s up in the Camaro, holding it steady. He watched the opposing light and when it turned orange he fed the Camaro more gas, spooling up the first turbo. 

The green light flashed on and Ryley dumped the clutch. The rear tires of the Camaro went up in a haze of smoke, as Ryley knew they would. The Supra, also spinning its tires jumped ahead by a car length, as Ryley eased up on the gas pedal. Now freshly heated, the rear tires of the Camaro caught the pavement and propelled the car forwards as if shot from a cannon.

Shifting quickly into second, Ryley pulled abreast of the Supra and passed the car like it was standing still. Ryley heard the engine of the Supra roar and the car passed him after inhaling a healthy dose of nitrous oxide. Working the gears, Ryley began to pull again on the Supra when the car suddenly swerved into his lane. 

“ Fuck!” Ryley swore and slammed on the brakes.

The rear wheels locked up at eighty miles an hour, throwing up twin plumes of dense white smoke and filling the air with the sound of squealing rubber. Ryley struggled to control the Camaro as it turned ninety degrees to the left, forcing Ryley to counter steer wildly. Ryley now faced the very real possibility of the Camaro crashing into a building and injuring or killing an innocent bystander. As he struggled to control the Camaro he saw the kid in the Supra flip him the bird.

That did it; Ryley’s instincts took over. He whipped the steering wheel to the left and downshifted, gunning the motor. The rear tires spun, viciously and the Camaro spun counter clockwise, now facing the way it had been going. Ryley brought the car back under control and fed the beast, watching the speedometer climb past ninety miles an hour. 

The scenery around him began to change, becoming more rural, the road surrounded by fairly flat plains of scrub grass and sagebrush. Up ahead, Ryley saw the Supra still cruising at a fairly high rate of speed. Gritting his teeth, Ryley punched the accelerator and the Camaro roared up alongside the Supra. Ryley glared over at the other driver whose face had gone deathly pale.

Ryley pushed the Camaro past the Supra and cut across the other lane. The Supra swerved to avoid the Camaro, fishtailing wildly. Suddenly the Supra spun out of control and went right into the ditch alongside the road. Sticking his hand out the window, Ryley flipped the kid in the Supra the bird. Smiling to himself, he brought the Camaro back down to a more acceptable speed.

Suddenly, the Corvette that had been behind the Camaro at the stoplight before, roared up next to Ryley. The driver was shouting something over the roar of the engines but Ryley couldn’t hear him. Putting in the clutch and letting off the gas, Ryley lowered the noise from the Camaro.

“ Pull over,” shouted the driver.

“ What for?” Ryley shouted back.

“ I need to talk to you.”

Ryley nodded. “ Follow me.”

The Corvette fell back behind the Camaro and Ryley drove for a few more miles until he saw a roadside diner, with a few gas pumps. Ryley pulled into the parking lot and stopped the Camaro next to a row of motorcycles. The Corvette pulled up next to the Camaro, also cutting its engine.

Ryley stepped out of the Camaro and closed the door. The other guy also climbed out of his Corvette. Ryley saw he was wearing a pair of jeans, boots and a sport coat. He smoothed his hands through his short gray hair.

“ So what’s up?” Ryley asked.

“ That was some of the best driving I’ve ever seen. Where did you learn to drive like that?”

“ It’s a long story.”

The man nodded. “ Buy ya a cup of coffee?”

“ Why?” Ryley asked.

“ I have a business proposition for you.”

Ryley walked into the diner and sat down at the counter with this guy. They each got a cup of coffee and Ryley ran the guy through his entire career of building and racing cars. The man actually took out a notepad and jotted down a few notes, which amused Ryley to the point where he had to suppress a laugh. 

“ So were you in control of that slide the entire time?” 

“ I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Ryley asked.

The man extended his hand. “ Steve Benedetti.”

Ryley shook his hand. “ Ryley Hale and yes I was in control of the entire slide.”

“ Would you like a job?”

Ryley gave the guy a look. “ Doing what?”

“ Driving cars.”

“ Mister, I just told you that I was black flagged, except maybe for a miracle I’ll never drive again.”

Steve shook his head. “ I didn’t mean on a race track.”

Ryley grew suspicious. “ Look, I’m not a wheelman, okay?”

Laughing, Steve shook his head. “ Listen, have you ever been to a movie?”

“ Of course.”

“ Have you ever seen a music video, or a commercial.”

“ Yeah.”

“ Have you ever seen how many car chases, power slides, burnouts and road races there are?”

Ryley began to understand. “ Yeah, a lot.”

Steve nodded. “ I’m an agent. I represent several celebrities, but my main area of expertise is representing stunt doubles and stunt men.”

“ Okay, go on.”

“ So right now I’m looking for a driver. I have a couple, but none of them have ever exhibited the kind of precision and control that you just did.”

Ryley thought about it a moment. “ What would I be doing?”

“ Well I get contacted by producers and they tell me what they’re looking for. I send you. You’ll work with them; advise them on anything related to the scenes they want you for. Then you’ll set up the cars if need be and then shoot the scene. Some jobs take longer then others, but the pay is extremely generous.”

“ And what is your take?” Ryley asked.

Steve sipped from his coffee. “ Four and a half percent.”

Ryley looked out the window, running his hand over his goatee. 

“ Ryley, it’ll get you back in a car doing what you’re good at,” Steve said. “ Who knows it might even open up the doors and get you back on the tracks.”

“ Can I use my own team to help me?”

“ You can use whoever you want, but the pay won’t change.”

“ Will the money be enough to support a pit crew?”

Steve thought for a moment. “ I would think so. As your reputation spreads then the monetary amounts will grow as well.”

“ All right,” Ryley said. “ I’ll do it.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

Ryley guided the Camaro carefully through the throng of people outside the entrance to the set of S.W.A.T. These people had been gathered there in large numbers for the past three days. This aspect of the film was one of several scenes that involved high-speed chases.

The past few days Ryley, TJ and the rest of the crew had managed to pull off two very long and rather elaborate police chases. Those scenes had been heart pounding as they were filmed in the rather densely populated streets of LA. Now the job was almost done, the only thing remaining was a scene where one of the lead characters, played by Colin Farrell, was racing along some back roads trying to get to the scene of an impending bank robbery.

As Ryley cleared the edge of the screaming throng of fans, he could see the row of trailers and actors. Security moved the wooden barricades aside and waved him through. Gunning the motor, Ryley roared across the dusty parking lot and turned into a spot alongside TJ’s trailer. Climbing from the car, Ryley adjusted his sunglasses and looked over at the throng of actors, actresses, producers, the director and extras.

Closing the door to the car, Ryley walked over to where TJ and the crew were busily modifying a maroon Caprice cop car. Ryley propped his foot up on the bumper of the car and looked under the open hood. He nodded in approval.

TJ had done some simple modifications, which would allow the car to breathe better, hence make more power. The other boys were busy checking tire pressure and making some final suspension adjustments. Pushing his creeper out from under the car TJ smiled up at Ryley.

“ Mornin,’ boss,” he called, as he stood up.

Ryley smiled. “ Don’t give me that boss shit.”

“ Well you are.”

Ryley nodded. “ Maybe, but I don’t need that title. So are we ready to roll?”

“ Hell yeah. She’s got a lower rear gear so you can get her sideways better and the camera can pick up that screamin’ LT1. Suspension is tweaked, so she won’t rock as much and the tires are some nice, brandy new BFG’s,” TJ said, slapping Ryley on the back.

“ Good. Let’s do this so we can get paid and go party.”

“ Yeah, no shit. Oh and by the way, she’s staring at you right now.”

Ryley smiled. “ Where is she?”

“ Over your right shoulder, other side of the Camaro. White top, black leather pants.”

Ryley nodded, then turned and walked back towards the Camaro. Standing on the other side of the Camaro, obviously staring at him was Ashley Scott. She was the female star of the movie, a former model and played the ‘huntress’ on the WB’s hit, ‘Birds of Prey.’ Ashley’s eyes had been glued to Ryley since the day he had set foot on the set.

At first Ryley had thought nothing of it. He had already known he would be somewhat of an oddity in the world of Hollywood celebrities. The producers had thought he was incapable at first, but his knowledge pertaining to vehicles was invaluable. Ryley had quelled any doubts about himself within two hours of showing up on the set.

However, showing up on set in cowboy boots, faded jeans and T-shirts was definitely one way to stand out. Actually, aloof would be a better term to describe how effortlessly Ryley mingled with the big-ticket celebrities on the set. He moved around Samuel L. Jackson, Colin Farrell and others with an ease that was almost unnerving.

The only person on set he had avoided with a subconscious intensity was Ashley. His first day there, Ryley had stepped out of the still smoking M3 he had just thoroughly abused while filming the first chase scene. Slamming the door shut behind him, he turned to face the producers who running over screaming Ryley’s praises. Right behind them was Ashley.

Her dazzling blue eyes were fixed on him with a predatory gaze that Ryley held for a moment. That gorgeous face of hers was framed by her dark hair while she chewed lightly on the end of her sunglasses. Ryley had turned away after a few moments, but the meaning of the look they had exchanged was very obvious.

Since then he had purposely avoided speaking with her, which should have been easy considering they had never spoken, but that had proven difficult. It seemed that every moment Ashley wasn’t filming she had bumped into Ryley somewhere on the set. So far Ryley had done a good job of being needed somewhere else, but now Ashley was leaning on the roof of the Camaro with a highly pissed off look on her face.

Ryley popped the trunk open and opened his duffel bag. Ashley stepped around the side of the trunk and leaned on the quarter panel. Inadvertently, Ryley’s eyes dropped down to her leather clad, incredible ass and long, luscious legs. Blinking, Ryley looked up to her face as she pulled her glasses off rather seductively.

“ What’s up, Ashley?”

She glared at him. “ What’s up is: this is your last day filming.”

“ Yeah, just about done.”

Ashley straightened up. “ My point exactly. You’ve ignored me for the past three days. What’s your deal?”

Ryley looked down as he pulled on a pair of black leather driving gloves. 

“ Come on, Ryley Hale,” Ashley said. “ Are you afraid of me?”

He looked up, his eyes locking with hers. “ Maybe.”

She nodded. “ I’m not Britney,” she said, then turned to walk away.

“ Ashley wait,” Ryley called.

Ashley stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“ Me and the boys are going out to that bar right around the corner tonight. If you weren’t busy, maybe you could stop by and have a drink with me.”

Her eyes swept over his form, then she slid her glasses back on. “ Maybe.”

Ryley smiled as she walked away, her ass swaying provocatively. The night would definitely be interesting.

THREE HOURS LATER

Smoke was still pouring off the brakes, tires and from various other parts under the car when Ryley stepped out of the Caprice. A celebration of sorts was underway amongst the cast and crew of the film, who stood a short distance away at the cluster of trailers and vehicles. They waved at him, saluting him with beers, glasses of champagne and bottles. 

Smiling, Ryley waved as the camera cars and chase vehicles pulled to a stop alongside him. TJ climbed out of the lead chase vehicle and gave a whoop of joy. He rushed over and clapped Ryley on the back, handing him a bottle of beer.

“ That was some of the best driving I’ve ever seen, Ryley,” TJ said.

Ryley took a long swallow from his beer, blinking in the late afternoon sun. 

“ Yeah, it was pretty hot,” Ryley commented.

Through the crowd, Ryley saw Ashley talking to Colin. As she listened to him she looked over his shoulder and right at Ryley. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling as they regarded him. This time, Ryley smiled back before he and TJ joined the boys at their trailer to begin packing everything up.

A few hours later they were all gathered in the smoky atmosphere of a country-western pool hall, dance hall, restaurant and bar type place. The sound system of the expansive dance floor was cranking out Kenny Chesney’s ‘Young’ video. Ryley, TJ and the rest of the crew was standing at the bar or sitting at a nearby table, drinking beer and eating steak dinners.

The successful completion of their part of the filming process was a special occasion for the group. This was the first time they had worked together on a project in years and it held a special meaning for them. Basically it was an unspoken statement to the world to the effect of ‘we’re back.’ All in all they were in high spirits as they ate and drank, reliving some of their old memories.

Ryley had almost forgotten about his invitation to Ashley, at least until he turned around and she was right there in front of him. Her gorgeous face was framed perfectly by her dark hair and her blue eyes were filled with a barely contained desire. She wore a pair of hip hugging black pants that flared to encase her legs, but did nothing to hide their shapeliness. A light blue, sleeveless top showed off her nicely shaped breasts, and nicely toned, tan arms. By the time Ryley had taken in her outfit, his eyes reflected the same look that was in Ashley’s.

“ Hey, Ashley,” Ryley said.

She cocked her head slightly. “ Hello, Ryley.”

They stood there for a moment, each regarding the other. 

“ You wanna get out of here?” she asked.

Ryley smiled and pulled his car keys from his pocket. Ashley turned around and began making her way through the crowds of people along the bar. Ryley followed her, his eyes shifting down to her ass, as it shifted inside of her pants while she walked. He shook his head, wondering what she had in mind for the night.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out and grabbed Ashley’s arm, stopping her and pulling her back on her heels. Ryley looked up and saw a man of about his own age, with a few days worth of beard on his face and a hungry look in his eyes. Ashley tried to pull out of his grasp but he was having none of it.

“ Let me go,” Ashley ordered, her voice ice cold.

“ Aw, c’mon, sweet cheeks,” slurred the man. “ How’s about stayin’ and havin’ a couple drinks with me an’ da boys?”




The Cowboy Way Ch. 05



Tori got home from Jack's and hurried inside hoping she didn't run into any of her neighbors. She was dressed as she was when she left last night, and she didn't need anyone asking any questions. She hurried into her apartment, and headed to her bedroom. She pulled her robe out of her closet, stripped out of her outfit and heels and headed to the kitchen. 

She listened to her messages, making a mental note to call her girlfriend back later. She started some spaghetti sauce for supper, thinking she could take left overs to work with her. She cleaned up her living room, putting away some magazines and straightened the cushions. 

While she worked she thought about what had taken place that weekend. She found herself thinking differently about Jack. He had always been a buddy, since he had started teaching her how to ride a horse, but now she was having other feelings for him. She was coming to respect him as a Dom and possibly more. She wandered back into the kitchen to stir the sauce, and see what else she could make with her spaghetti. She found some garlic bread and some sausage she could add to the sauce. She cooked up the sausage and added it to the simmering sauce. She wandered around the house her thoughts on Jack.

She checked her sauce once more, then grabbed a book hoping to take her mind off of Jack for a while. Tossing all these thoughts around in her head was just making her more confused. She curled up on the couch and opened the book, but she just couldn’t concentrate. Her thoughts kept drifting back to when she and Jack were in the shower. She wasn’t sure if the heat and longing she felt with him was more than just the heat of the moment or not. She didn’t know how he felt either. Tossing the book aside she went back to the kitchen to stir her sauce. She put water on to boil for the noodles, just as the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Tori, its Jack. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Sir. Just making some supper” Tori felt as nervous as a schoolgirl talking to her first crush. She smiled to herself.

“ I was wondering if you’d like to go out Friday night? To a local bar do some dancing.”

“I umm sure, that sounds like it would be fun.” Tori’s palms began to sweat. She couldn’t figure out why this invitation had her so worked up. 

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Jack questioned.

“Yes Sir I’m fine. Just have something else on my mind at the moment.”

“Okay, if you change your mind just give me a call. Dress casual jeans and shirt are fine. I figured we could go country dancing if that is all right with you?”

“That sounds fine to me.” 

Jack wanted to see how she was in a more relaxed setting. He knew how she reacted to him when they were alone, but he wanted to see how she would be in public. He figured some dancing and that being among a lot of people would be a nice casual evening. I’ll pick you up around 7 p.m. is that OK?”

“Yes, Sir that will be fine.” Tori hears the water boiling and dumps noodles into the water. They say their good byes and hang up.

Tori shakes her head and decided to not think about it any longer. She would just take her relationship with Jack one step at a time.

Friday evening, Tori dressed in a long black skirt that fell to her ankles, and a yellow peasant blouse that she left off of her shoulders. She placed a gold choker around her neck and a simple pair of gold earrings in her ears. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail, knowing that if she danced she would get too warm with it on her neck. Checking her appearance in her full-length mirror she nodded. She wanted to look good for Jack. She wanted him to be pleased by the sight of her. She paused for a moment. She couldn’t remember when she wanted a man to be pleased by the sight of her. She always dressed for herself. She always felt better when she looked good. She lightly sprayed her favorite perfume on and walked into the living room just as Jack knocked on her door. 

She took a deep breath as she opened the door. She smiled and motioned Jack inside. 

“You look lovely this evening, Tori.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” Tori smiled shyly. She turned and picked up her purse from the kitchen table. 

“ Are you ready to do some dancing, and relaxing?”

“Yes Sir, I am.” 

They walk out to the truck, and Jack opens her door for her and waits while she climbs inside. He makes sure she gets all of her skirt inside before he closes the door. He walks around to the driver’s side, and climbs in. He starts the truck and they drive in silence for a few minutes.

“How was your week?” Jack asked as they got on the freeway.

“It was good, nothing exciting happened. How was yours?”

“Same thing for me, just keeping the ranch running. Getting ready for a few of the mare’s to become mothers. Hoping for some good strong racing horses.”

“ Sounds like your everyday is a little more complicated than mine. I have enough trouble keeping up with all the details of my work. I’m not sure I could run a ranch.” Tori laughed softly.

They arrived at the bar, and Jack opened the door for Tori, and helped her out of the truck. They went inside and were immediately assaulted with the smoke and beer smell that is so prominent in a bar. They managed to find an open table in a far corner. 

“Would you like a drink? Some wine or something else?” Jack leaned close so he could be heard over the noise.

“Just a Sprite would be fine. I’m not much on drinking”

Jack got up to make his way to the bar. He figured they would have a long wait for a waitress with this many people in here. Jack walked up to the bar and ordered soda’s for both of them. While he was waiting a friend of his walked up next to him.

“Hey Jack, how are you?” Bill slapped him on the back.

“Doing OK Bill, and yourself? I haven’t seen you in quite a while.”

“I’m doing OK, trying to keep my submissive in line like usual.” Bill laughed as he indicated the woman standing behind him. 

“Hello Lisa” Jack looked over Bills shoulder.

“Hello Sir.” Lisa replied quietly.

“ Yes, I know what you mean. I’ve got myself a new submissive as well. She’s hiding in the corner at our table if you’d like to join me. I’m sure the women can chat while we talk.” Jack led the way back to the table with Bill and his lady following him.


“Bill and Lisa, I’d like to introduce you to Tori” 

Tori stood up. “ Hello Sir, and Lisa.” Tori glanced at Jack wondering if she had made a mistake in saying that. But he just stood there smiling.

“Hello Tori, Lisa why don’t you sit here by Tori and you two young ladies can talk while Jack and I talk about Ranching.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lisa sat next to Tori and the two of them talked quietly.

They decided to go do some line dances since the men were involved in a conversation about ranching.

Both of the Dom’s watched them as they made their way to the floor. Both girls had men watching them as they made their way to the floor and joined in the line dancing. The two of them danced and laughed through a couple of songs. As they walked back to the table, two of the guys who had been watching them on the floor stopped them. 

Bill and Jack kept a careful eye on the exchange. They saw both girls shake their heads no, and start walking away.

The girls came back to the table and sat down, before either one of their bottoms hit the chair Bill was questioning Lisa.

“What did they want?”

“They wanted to know if we would join them for a drink, Sir. We told them no” Lisa replied quietly.

“Is that all they wanted?”

“Yes Sir it is.”

“Maybe we should get going, the two of you on the dance floor may cause nothing but problems” Jack spoke up.

“But…” Tori stopped at the look in Jack’s eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

The four of them left, the men deciding to go back to Jack’s place since it was closer. The drive home was quiet, neither Jack nor Tori had much to say.

When they pulled up to the house, Jack finally spoke. “ Go out to the barn, you and Lisa can stay in there and talk while Bill and I take care of some things.”

“Yes, Sir” Tori replied quietly. She wasn’t sure if Jack was upset with her or not, but felt it was best to not question him. Bill and Lisa arrived moments later and Bill sent her towards the barn where Tori was already waiting. 

“I’m up here Lisa.” Tori called down from the play area. Lisa climbed up the steps to the loft. 

“Oh wow, I never knew he had all of this here.” Lisa said in awe.

Tori laughed. “I imagine my eyes were as big as yours when I first saw this place. I like it though lots of room.”

“I can see why.” Lisa laughed. Lisa walked over to the wall where all of his floggers and clamps were hanging. She casually picked up a clamp and opened and closed it. She had a dreamy look on her face. “ I’ve always wanted to put clamps on another female.”

“Oh, ummm.” Tori stammered. She watched Lisa closely; not sure that Jack or Bill would be pleased if the two of them were to be caught playing.

“Oh come on. Neither one of them will know what we are doing. If I know them we can play for a little while before they come in here. They are discussing ranching. That will take them a while.” Lisa pleaded with Tori.

Tori took a deep breath, looked around nervously, and nodded her head.

Lisa walked slowly towards Tori. A small smile on her face, she could see that Tori was nervous, guessing that Tori had never played with another woman before. She circled around Tori, looking her up and down. She stroked her head from behind, causing her to shiver. As she walked back in front of her, she stopped and grabbed both of her nipples through her blouse and pinched them hard. Tori winced, but didn’t say anything. Lisa smiled; she was enjoying watching Tori’s reactions. Lisa slowly started to drag Tori’s top off of her shoulders, leaving it bunched at her waist. Tori stood there mesmerized by the look on Lisa’s face. It wasn’t like watching Jack, but she still had the desire to please Lisa the same way she always pleased Jack. 

Lisa lightly smacked each of her breast with her hand, then squeezed her nipples again. 

In the house Bill and Jack watched the scene unfolding in the play loft. Both had small smiles on their faces. 

“Let’s let them play for a bit, I’d like to see how this unfolds.” Jack suggested to Bill. Both men sat back and enjoyed their cigars and cognac. Jack was glad he had put the security system up in the play loft and the rest of the barn. 

Back in the play loft Lisa now had Tori standing in the center of the room naked. Lisa, slowly stroked Tori’s body until Tori was wiggling around in response to her touch. 

“Open your legs for me” Lisa purred in Tori’s ear.

Tori’s legs opened, even though Tori could not consciously remember doing so. She was totally in Lisa’s power. She never expected to feel this way with another woman. When Lisa’s hand touched Tori’s clit, she was stunned at the feelings going through her. She never expected to enjoy having another woman touch her. She had always thought of it as taboo, but Lisa’s fingers stroking her clit were quickly bringing her to an orgasm. 

“Don’t wait to ask for permission with me, just let it happen” Lisa knowingly told Tori.

Moment’s later Tori had a hard orgasm. Her whole body was shaking and trembling she had to grab Lisa’s shoulders to keep herself upright. “Oh gawd” Tori sighed as her orgasm subsided. Lisa leaned in and touched her lips to Tori’s. Tori hesitantly responded. It was a different feeling, than kissing a man, one she wasn’t used to. Tori slowly relaxed and reached out to touch Lisa’s breast. Gently squeezing, kneading her through her blouse. She slowly pulled her blouse off, exposing her naked and perky breast. Tori just had to taste them. She pulled one nipple into her mouth and sucked greedily. Then she did the same to the other. Lisa’s hands were never still; they were constantly touching Tori. Tori slipped her hand under Lisa’s dress, finding her wet and warm clit; she started to stroke it. Making Lisa moan much the same as she had moments before. Tori watched Lisa’s eyes glass over as she stroked her to an orgasm. Both girls were spent and relaxed as the men walked into the room. Tori dropped to her knees as Jack walked into the room, his face a mask of his true emotions. 

“Just what have you two been doing here?” Bill asked. 

“Umm, playing Sir.” Came Lisa’s soft reply. She also had knelt when the men came into the room. Her eyes were downcast and her hands were behind her back. She couldn’t tell by the tone of Bill’s voice if he was upset or not. 

“ We can see that. Did you have our permission to play or to cum?” Jack questioned.

“No Sir.” Came the reply from both girls.

Tori was shaking. She had no idea how to tell what Jack’s mood was.

“ I don’t know Bill, do you think we should just let them get away with this little act of disobedience? Or should we give them both a little punishment?” Jack was standing directly in front of Tori his hand resting lightly on her head. He could feel her nerves, making her shake. He smiled as he looked at Bill. Bill moved to stand in front of Lisa, mimicking Jack’s stance he could also feel Lisa shaking a little. 

“I think we should give them a little punishment. Seeing as we knew what they were doing in here all along”

Both girls looked up in confusion.

“ You both provided us with a very nice picture on the monitor.” Jack casually picked up the conversation. “ We know exactly what you two were doing in here, and yes we let you get away with it, but I still think a bit of a punishment is in order”

“You saw us?” Tori whispered. She never realized that Jack had a video camera set up in the loft. Knowing this gave her a slight thrill and a slight bit of fear.

“Don’t worry. Little one, no one else will ever see it. I wasn’t recording, I just had it on monitor. I wouldn’t ever do something like that without your knowledge or consent”

Tori took a deep breath. “Thank you Sir.” 

“Stand up, ladies” Jack quietly commanded.

Both girls stood, their eyes still downcast. Slightly trembling before their Master’s.

“What should we use Bill? Hands, paddles, crops, straps, a combination of all of them?”

“ I think I’d prefer to use my hand and a paddle on Lisa.” He gently swatted Lisa’s bottom. 

“ That sounds like a good plan to me, but why don’t we make this just a little more interesting for these inquisitive ladies. Why don’t you spank Tori, and I’ll spank Lisa”

Both of the girls let out small audible gasps. Neither one of them had been touched by anyone other than their Master. 

“Now that would truly make this a punishment. That sounds like a fine idea to me. Why don’t we let the girls watch each other get the spanking, while they are being spanked. We can do over the knee spankings with the chairs here and each girl can watch the other.”

“Excellent idea. Tori go get me two paddles and the two chairs”

“Yes Sir.” Tori rushed to do as he asked. Inside she was a bundle of nerves. She took a moment to realize that Jack had promised to never hurt her, so she quickly realized that he wouldn’t let Bill hurt her either.

Lisa still standing in the center of the room was having similar thoughts. She took several deep breaths to calm herself.

Tori came back with the chairs and paddles then stood next to Lisa once again.

While Tori had been getting the paddles and chairs, Bill and Jack were having a quiet conference on how many smacks to deliver to the girls. They decided on thirty, fifteen with the hand and fifteen with the paddle. They walked back over to the girls, Jack took Lisa’s hand and Bill took Tori’s. They led them to the chairs, they pulled the girls over their knees so that each girl could see the other girls bottom getting spanked. 

“We have decided on thirty strokes for your little act of disobedience. Fifteen with the hand, and fifteen with the paddle” Jack told them quietly. “ Are both of you ladies ready?” Jack asked but didn’t expect and answer.

The look of terror on Tori’s face nearly undid Jack. He knew Bill wouldn’t hurt her. He brought his hand up just as Bill did and the twin sounds of smacks echoed in the room. Fifteen times the men brought their hands down upon the bottoms of the ladies across their laps. Both of the girls bottoms were turning a nice shade of red. Then both men picked up the paddles and even though the girls could see that the paddles were being used now they both jumped at the first smack. Tori felt as though her bottom was on fire by the time Bill got to the tenth smack with the paddle. Lisa was struggling not to cry out as the paddle continued to connect with her bottom. The last five smacks were given harder than the others had been, both girls were fighting the need to vocalize the discomfort they were feeling. 

After the last smack, Jack and Bill stood the girls up and had them walk back to their Master. Jack just pointed to the floor where Tori knelt in front of him. “ I’m sorry Master.” Tori whispered as she knelt at Jack’s feet. 

“Excuse me, did you say something?” Jack leaned closer to Tori.

“I said I’m sorry Master. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” 

“ You’re forgiven Pet. When we are alone I’ll want you to service me, and since you have already had one orgasm tonight I think I’m going to deny you the release you are so desperately craving right now. “

“ Yes Sir.” Was all Tori could manage.

Bill was having a similar conversation with Lisa. They prepared to leave, Lisa getting dressed slowly as her bottom was still a little tender. She finished dressing and turned to Tori, and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry everything will be fine. I enjoyed all of it” She whispered in her ear.

Tori could only smile.

They walked Bill and Lisa out, then headed for the house. Once inside they headed for the bedroom. Jack had Tori undress him, then had her suck his hard cock until he exploded inside her warm mouth. His hot cum dripping down her throat while she drained his balls. She licked him clean then knelt before him, her head bowed. 

“Come to bed Little one. “ Jack requested softly.

Tori climbed in, and laid down next to Jack, not sure if she should be touching him or over on her side. So she just laid where she was. Jack reached out an arm and pulled her close. Trapping her beneath his arm. “ Go to sleep” was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep.

Tori laid awake for a while, her body still aching for release and her ass still smarting from her spanking. She eventually got her body to relax enough to fall asleep. When she awoke the next morning she was still trapped by Jack’s arm. She smiled and snuggled closer.

Jack woke up and kissed her forehead. “Morning.”

“ Morning Sir. I really need to get home. I have so many things that have to get done today. Would you like me to make you some breakfast before I leave?”

“No, that wont be necessary. Will you be able to come back later today. For dinner?” 

“ I’ll have to see how much I can get done. I’d enjoy that though. I’ll call you later and let you know if I can come back. Is that OK Sir?”

“That will be fine, and since you’re leaving I’m going back to sleep for a little while.”

Tori smiled as she climbed out of the bed and got dressed to leave. By the time she came back into the bedroom to say goodbye Jack was sleeping again. She quietly let herself out and headed home.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 05



“ Absolutely not,” Ashley replied. “ Not even if you paid me.”

Ryley was surprised at the amount of attitude and confidence Ashley was exhibiting.

“ Now, now, honey, that ain’t a polite way to speak to someone.”

“ I don’t give a shit, just let go of my arm.”

“ I told you, you just got to have a drink with me.”

“ Let go of her, buddy,” Ryley ordered, finally joining in.

The man turned to her. “ And just who the fuck are you?”

“ Ryley, I’ll handle this,” Ashley said.

“ Oh, ain’t that cute,” drawled the man, sneering. “ Why don’t you run the fuck along back to mama?”

Ryley took a step forwards but Ashley put her hand on his arm, stopping him.

“ Why don’t you let go of my arm,” Ashley ordered. “ Before I remove it.”

The man smiled. “ Why don’t you suck my-” 

Ashley moved so fast Ryley didn’t even see it happen. In the blink of an eye the man was gushing blood from his nose and mouth. He released Ashley’s arm and grabbed his face, while his buddies around him all turned to see what the commotion was about. Ashley grabbed Ryley’s hand and led him quickly through the crowd and outside the bar.

She was laughing as they climbed into the Camaro and Ryley started the engine. He threw it into reverse and backed out of the spot, swinging the front end around and roaring out of the lot. Ryley looked over at Ashley and could literally see the adrenaline coursing through her as she smiled broadly and turned to look at him.

“ Where did you learn to fight like that?” Ryley asked.

“ Birds of Prey,” she replied. “ I took a lot of judo, karate and other self defense courses to learn the role better.”

Ryley nodded. “ The Huntress. Took the role to heart, huh?”

She shook her head. “ No, I’m worse then Helena Kyle.”

Ryley smiled. “ I guess so.”

Suddenly, the air around them was filled with the sound of squealing rubber. Headlights flashed into view behind them, and high beams began to flick on and off. Through the glare, Ryley could just make out a late model Mustang, its exhaust screaming. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was the guy from the bar and a couple of his buddies. 

The crack of a gunshot and the sound of a ricocheting bullet shocked Ryley into realizing this was no joke. Ashley screamed and ducked down in her seat. 

“ Ashley, hold on and keep your head down,” Ryley ordered.

Mashing the accelerator, Ryley took the Camaro into a headlong, balls to the wall acceleration exercise. He slammed on the brakes, downshifted and cranked the wheel, the rear end of the Camaro sliding out from behind them as they slid sideways onto a two lane, road. Ryley was leading them out to the road where he had filmed the last scene that very day.

The Mustang was behind them, a little further now, but definitely back there. Another gunshot roared from behind them, the bullet smashing the mirror on Ashley’s side. Ryley took the Camaro through the gears and steadily gained ground, putting more distance between them and the Mustang. Seeing a car up ahead, Ryley swung the car into the opposing lane and roared past them.

He pulled back into his lane and locked up the brakes as a car went past him going the other way. Spinning the wheel, he slid the Camaro around one hundred and eighty degrees, watching the scene before them. Ashley lifted her head as well just as the Mustang swung into the other lane, right into the path of the car that had just passed the Camaro.

The sound of squealing rubber reached their ears as the Mustang locked up its brakes. Ashley gasped as the car’s headlights swung wildly. They both watched in morbid fascination as the headlights careened off the road and rolled wildly. After rolling countless times, the lights went out and Ryley shifted into gear.

They drove down the road, back the way they had come. Ashley stared silently out the window as they passed the smoking remains of the Mustang. Ryley stopped the Camaro and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed 911 and reported the accident, censoring the details. He hung up and then drove down the road, back towards town. Ashley looked over at him.

“ Where did you learn to drive?” she asked.

Ryley looked over at her and smiled, his hands still shaking from the adrenaline rush.

“ I’ve been racing cars since before I could legally drive. We used to build cars and go out and do every crazy thing we could with them,” he explained.

“ Who’s we?”

Ryley clenched his teeth. “ Me and my brother.”

“ Is TJ your brother?”

Ryley shook his head. “ TJ was my brother’s best friend.”

“ Was?”

Ryley nodded. “ My brother was killed eight years ago.”

“ I’m sorry. How did it happen? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“ GTA,” Ryley responded, simply.

“ What?”

Ryley looked over at her, and Ashley could see a look of suppressed pain in his eyes.

“ Grand Theft Auto,” he said, his voice breaking.

“ Oh God, Ryley. He was carjacked.”

Again Ryley shook his head. “ No,” he said. “ He carjacked someone, and he was killed by the cops in the chase.”

Ashley watched Ryley’s face as passing headlights cast ghostly shadows on it. He was, she decided, the quintessential cowboy. Ryley was tall, dark, handsome and as she could now tell, plenty mysterious. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she regarded him.

They pulled to a stop outside the row of trailers still set up at the lot where they had been earlier. Ryley looked over at Ashley, neither of them moving for several moments. Finally, Ashley brought her one knee up on the seat and turned to face Ryley. She placed one hand on the center console and leaned across until her lips were an inch from his.

Neither of them moved, their eyes unblinking as they stared into the others. Then Ashley closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips to Ryley’s. They kissed softly, their parting simultaneously to allow their tongues into the game. Slowly, Ashley pressed her chest to his, and let her weight rest on him.

Instinctively, Ryley wrapped his arms around her back as she placed her hands on his chest. Ryley guided her down so she was lying across his lap, her back to the driver’s side door, and her legs across the passenger seat. Ashley ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to hers, moaning as Ryley’s hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her tight stomach.

“ Do you want to come inside?” she asked, leaning back.

Ryley opened the driver’s side door and stepped out, cradling Ashley in his arms. She giggled as Ryley carried her easily up the steps to her trailer and opened the door. He carried her inside, his eyes surveying the fairly disheveled living area, with its couches, table and chairs.

Then he turned and walked down the hallway leading to the back of the trailer and the bedroom. Opening the door, he saw the bed made up with white satin sheets, and several candles below the windows, whose curtains were drawn. Ryley set Ashley on her feet and they kissed passionately.

Her hands flew to his pants and she had them undone and around his ankles in seconds. Ryley was equally as fast, he slid Ashley’s pants off her hips, letting them fall to the floor then hooked his thumbs in her black thong. She smiled as he slid them slowly over her hips and let them join her pants. 

Ashley pulled Ryley’s T-shirt over his head and threw it into the corner. Her fingers went to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles for a moment before she slipped one hand into his boxers. A catlike purr rose in her throat when she took his throbbing nine-inch cock in her hand. Ryley saw her eyes narrow to lustful slits as she slowly stroked him.

Ryley pulled her hand from his boxers long enough to pull her shirt over her head. A black lace bra covered her breasts, but Ashley reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting it fall to the floor. Ryley’s eyes fell to her breasts, which had a gorgeous, teardrop shape, topped with slightly upturned pink rose colored nipples a little bigger then a quarter. Ryley covered them with his hands and rubbed them gently, feeling the nipples swell under his touch.

Her breath whispered across his face as she slid his boxers down, finally freeing his raging erection. A smile crossed her face as she took a hold of it with both hands and stroked it with long, slow motions. Ryley tried to control his breathing as he slid his hand down her stomach to cup her smoothly shaven mound.

Ashley ground her hips as Ryley began to rub her spreading moisture across her slit. She closed her eyes as he found her exposed clit and began to tickle it. A low moan escaped her lips as she stopped stroking his cock and merely held it while her hips moved of their own accord. Ryley could feel her juices coating his fingers as her face flushed and her breathing increased.

Pushing Ryley’s hand away, Ashley crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at Ryley as she lowered her face to the bed, sticking her ass op in the air. Her exposed pussy beckoned to Ryley like a sparkling jewel in the dim light of the trailer.

“ Fuck me, Ryley,” she ordered.

Taking his throbbing cock in hand, Ryley got up on the bed behind her. He rubbed the engorged head across her slit, spreading her juices around her outer lips. Ashley reached through her legs and gently took hold of Ryley’s balls, stroking them and urging him forwards.

Slowly, Ryley slid just the head into her incredibly tight hole. Taking hold of her hips he surged forwards, burying his cock to the hilt inside of Ashley. She moaned loudly, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices seeping out around Ryley’s pulsing cock. 

Ever so slowly, Ryley withdrew his cock until just the tip was in, then drove it all the way back inside Ashley’s velvet love canal. He groaned, feeling the walls of her vagina milking his cock. She definitely wasn’t the tightest girl he had ever been with, but the sensations were nonetheless intoxicating.

Ryley began to fuck Ashley with long, slow strokes until he had built up a nice rhythm and was pistoning in and out of her like crazy. Ashley recovered from her powerful orgasm and got up on her hands and began thrusting back against him. Her moans filled the trailer, which had begun to rock ever so slightly from their motions.

There was no doubt in Ryley’s mind that this was nothing more than a one night encounter, which might blossom into an ongoing affair, but nothing more. It wasn’t love, he could see it in Ashley’s eyes. This was merely fucking, satisfying an undeniable, mutual urge and Ryley was happy to satisfy it.

He reached around Ashley and took her wonderful breasts in his hands. His hands covered the incredible orbs and gently pinched her nipples. Ashley’s hands covered his as she rose up off the bed, pressing her back to his chest. She turned her head to the side and caught sight of their reflection in the window of the trailer.

“ Ryley, look,” she moaned.

Ryley turned his head and saw the reflection as well. Every muscle in Ashley’s body stood out from their rhythmic motions. Both their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat, which reflected the light inside with a soft glow. The look of pure ecstasy on Ashley’s face spurred Ryley into thrusting harder, and leaning back, taking Ashley with him.

The force of his thrusts grew powerful enough to drive Ashley off the bed, as she was held impaled on his cock for a split second. Ashley turned her face to his and they kissed, their tongues dueling fiercely. Ryley’s nose was filled with the natural smell of her body, an intoxicating aroma of jasmine that flooded his senses.

Running his hand down her stomach, Ryley reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fiercely. Ashley whined, a high-pitched, animalistic sound that made Ryley’s cock burn and swell inside her. She shook in his arms as she came, her juices flowing from inside of her and running down Ryley’s shaft. He could feel the pleasantly painful burning in his balls, which announced his impending orgasm.

“ Ashley,” he breathed. “ DO you want me to cum inside you?”

She moaned. “ No, I’m not on anything. But I have an idea.”

Ashley lowered herself to the bed, and laid down, Ryley’s cock, slick with her juices falling from her pussy. She turned over on her back and pushed her tits together, looking up at Ryley with an evil smile. Ryley smiled as he realized what she wanted.


He straddled her waist and slid his cock between her tits. Ashley didn’t have the biggest breasts he had ever seen, and he had never cared much for huge tits, but hers felt absolutely perfect wrapped around his cock. Taking hold of her wrists to help her hold her tits in place and for leverage, he began to thrust in and out of the wondrous vise she had created.

The head of his cock bumped against her chin with each forward thrust, so Ashley craned her head forwards and opened her mouth. Her tongue licked the head of his thrusting cock, causing a delicious sensation to run through Ryley’s body. He could feel his balls churning again and he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

Ashley’s body shook beneath him and she moaned her encouragement. Ryley suppressed the urge to scream in pleasure as his cock exploded. A huge rope of semen landed right in Ashley’s open mouth and she closed it to swallow, groaning in appreciation. The next wad splattered across her lovely lips. Another one splattered across her face, just missing her eye. Several more erupted, coating her throat and running down to pool around her breasts.

Ryley released Ashley’s hands and she began to gather up all his cum and lick it off her hands. When she had gathered all that she could she massaged what was on her chest into her tits. She rolled on top of Ryley and kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste himself.

It wasn’t unpleasant, Ryley thought as he folded Ashley into his arms. He felt her body relax as she unwound from the intensity of their act. Her lithe body softened under his touch as she lowered her head to his chest, her tits pressing against him. Soon she was asleep, but Ryley lay awake for quite some time.

He closed his eyes after looking at the clock and seeing it was three o’clock in the morning. The sound of a high performance car made him open his eyes, he looked at the clock and saw he had been asleep for about two hours, which surprised him. Ashley and he had moved into the spoon position, her ass nestled against his semi-erect cock.

He had wrapped his arms around her body and her hands were entwined with his. This took him somewhat by surprise. He hadn’t expected Ashley to cuddle like this, maybe the encounter had meant more to her than to him. Gently, he withdrew from her grasp and watched her move in her sleep until she was lying on her stomach. Ryley stood up and looked down at her sleek, toned body, admiring the curve and swell of her ass and hips and the lovely indentation at the small of her back, something that had always intrigued Ryley about girls. She definitely had one of the best asses he had ever seen, probably the best overall.

Ryley turned away from the heavenly sight Ashley offered and walked to the window. Peering outside he saw something that made his heart stand still. A very familiar black Camaro SS was parked outside, in front of Colin Farrell’s trailer. On the steps to the trailer Britney and Colin were locked in a very passionate embrace, then they turned and walked inside the trailer, closing the door. 

So Britney was screwing Colin now. Ryley shook his head. He had already accepted the fact that he and Britney were through, but to see this felt like someone twisting a knife in chest. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, clearing his thoughts.

Turning back, Ryley picked up his clothes and began getting dressed. As he was tucking his shirt in, Ashley rolled over, opening her eyes. She smiled when she saw him, her eyes narrowing to contented little slits.

“ Where are you going?” she asked.

Ryley admired her still naked body. “ Home.”

Ashley sat up. “ Are you coming back?”

“ No, you have a boyfriend right?”

She lowered her eyes and nodded. “ Ashton Kutcher.”

Ryley knew this but still couldn’t picture this gorgeous girl with a guy like Ashton.

“ Then why would I come back?” he asked.

Ashley opened her mouth to speak, then stopped. She stood up and pulled the sheet from the bed around her body.

“ Ashley, you are incredible,” Ryley said, folding her in his arms. “ But I am not going to play a game.”

She forced a smile, blinking repeatedly. Ryley was about to leave but he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his business cards that Steve had made for him. He placed it on the small nightstand next to the bed.

“ What’s that?” she asked.

“ My number. Maybe someday if you when you’re single again you can give me a call. But for now, let’s just let it lie.”

Ashley nodded and stepped back. “ Okay, Ryley.”

She watched Ryley walk towards the door, stopping for a moment as if he was considering looking back. Then he opened the door and walked outside. Ashley turned to the window and looked outside as Ryley walked to his car. He stopped for a moment, gazing long and hard at a late model Camaro parked a few feet away outside Colin’s trailer.

He turned and climbed into his car, starting the motor. He waved to Ashley through the windshield and then backed up and drove away. Ashley sat down on the edge of her bed.

Ashton was a great guy, the two of them had been together for awhile now. But now Ashley found herself questioning why she was with him. She hadn’t intended this night with Ryley to be anything more than a fling. Never before had she been so sexually attracted to a man before.

But after this night with him, she felt something more than just that attraction. Who knew? Maybe it was just part of the post euphoric feelings still sluicing through her veins. It had been a wonderful encounter, she thought, smiling as she registered the tight feeling she had between her legs.

She would probably feel better in the morning. Lying back on the bed she closed her eyes, reassured that the morning would shed some light on her feelings. Ashley had no doubt that with the dawn her feelings for Ashton would be reinvigorated. He was a star after all and Ryley was . . .

Ashley sat up. What was Ryley? Frustrated, Ashley picked up the card Ryley had left and looked at it, reciting the number in her head. Putting the card back, she got up and walked through the trailer.

She needed a shower so she could get a good night’s sleep. Though now it was all to clear she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. And she also came to the inevitable conclusion that the dawn would not bring any relief to her thoughts of Ryley. Ashley would have to see Ryley again and soon.

In the meantime, Ryley was driving towards the hotel he had been staying at. He would have to start packing so he could get on the road to the next film, whatever it might be. Steve had said he would call him and let him know where to go. 

Despite these thoughts he kept picturing Ashley in his head and the look on her face when he said he wasn’t coming back. Was it possible that Ashley had grown attached to him in just this one night? He doubted it. He had to admit that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever been with. Lying in bed with her had felt so natural that it had shocked him.

Well maybe she would call him one day. If she did he doubted he would have any trouble decoding her feelings. Then again he thought he had done a good job of reading Britney’s feelings, but she was back in Colin Farrell’s trailer at the moment so obviously he had been mistaken.

The metallic ring of Ryley’s cell phone shattered his thoughts. Picking it up off the passenger seat he pressed the ‘receive’ button and placed it to his ear.





The Cowboy Way Ch. 05



“ Hello?”

“ Ryley, it’s Steve.”

Ryley recognized his agent’s voice. “ What’s up? It’s late.”

“ I know, I didn’t think you’d answer, I was gonna leave a message.”

“ Yeah, no big deal. What’s up?”

Ryley heard the sound of shuffling papers. “ I got your next job, already. It’s a music video shoot. All car footage.”

“ Great, where?”

“ It’s in Arizona, I’ll fax the directions to the hotel.”

“ Okay, who’s the video for?”

There was a pause. “ Mandy Moore.”

Ryley cursed under his breath. “ Wonderful,” he replied.

“ Is that a problem?” Steve asked.

Ryley shook his head. “ No, I doubt it.”

“ All right, good. I’ll fax those directions to the hotel. Call me if there’s any problems.”

“ Okay,” Ryley replied, and hung up.

Ryley couldn’t believe that after all these years he would be seeing Mandy again. The story behind the two of them was as sordid as Ryley’s past. He closed his eyes, remembering the happy times they had shared, which were few. The memories of pain were all too evident and they each had been a shoulder to cry on in a dire time of need. Facing her was something that was making him physically sick to his stomach.

But he would face her. He owed her that much. And maybe the two of them could finally bury the hatchet. 

I hope you guys liked this chapter. Email me and let me know what starlets you would like to see in the upcoming chapters. I have a rough idea in my head of how to proceed but I would love to hear your ideas. The next few chapters are going to be crazy I hope. Ryley is going to be revisited by more past loves. The Cowboy



The Cowboy Way Ch. 06



(Okay, here's the next chapter. Mandy Moore. Interesting relationship I think. I hope you guys all enjoy the story and again I encourage you to write to me and ask you to vote so I know how everyone feels about the story. Enjoy this chapter- the cowboy)

The one thing Ryley loved more than driving cars was riding horses. The thrill of being connected to an animal so powerful, and devoted to its rider, was indescribable. He had ridden horses his entire life, but the years he had spent in the saddle after the accident when that kid was killed, were some of the greatest years of his life. And he had to admit that the romantic images of the old west that riding a horse conjured up always got the ladies going.

As if in response to this thought, Cheyenne snorted, tossing his mane and causing the bridle to jingle. Ryley turned back to the horse, which had just finished drinking from the stream. He smiled and rubbed the big horse's neck, smoothing the golden coat as Cheyenne dipped his head and nuzzled Ryley's coat.

Ryley stepped alongside the horse, placed his left foot in the stirrup and swung himself into the saddle. Turning Cheyenne around he guided them back onto the trail, away from the stream where he and Brooke Burke had made love weeks before. They followed the trail in mutual silence, enjoying the profound silence of the forest around them.

Before long the trail opened up into a small field alongside the corrals at the ranch. They walked up to the door leading inside the barn and Ryley dismounted before leading Cheyenne inside. They walked to one of the stalls, whose door stood open, and then inside.

It took Ryley the better part of an hour to unsaddle, brush and rub down the big stallion. Though he didn't work for the Klines, the people who owned the ranch, anymore they had agreed to let Ryley house Cheyenne there for a small amount of money. The fact that Ryley was now 'in the business,' as they called Hollywood, meant that he was a member of the club and they were happy to board his horse.

Ryley wasn't sure if he appreciated being titled in that way, but as long as he could keep Cheyenne in a place as nice as this, he wouldn't complain. Despite all this his thoughts again drifted to Mandy Moore. It had been two days since he had talked to Steve, it had taken TJ that long to get a rig big enough to haul out all their gear to Arizona. TJ had left earlier that morning with most of the guys from the old pit crew; a few were remaining behind to run the shop. Ryley was scheduled to leave shortly.

What was he supposed to say to Mandy after all these years and everything they had been through together? The pain of their previous experiences was only sharpened by Ryley's absence from her life when her career had begun to skyrocket until it bloomed into the multi-million-album wonder that it was now.

" Well, Chey," Ryley said, as he rubbed the horse's back. " I'm headin' out for a few weeks."

The big horse merely continued to eat his oats happily. Ryley had long ago gotten over having one-way conversations with the horse. Sometimes it was just nice to talk to someone who couldn't respond. Though at times Cheyenne would respond in his own way, lending credence to Ryley's belief that animals could understand you.

" I'm gonna be seeing Mandy. Remember her?"

Cheyenne pulled his head out of the bucket of oats and turned around to look at Ryley for a moment.

" Yeah, you remember her."

Ryley stood there a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the stall, closing the door behind him.

" Wish me luck, buddy. I'll see you later," Ryley said, then turned and left the barn.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Ryley parked the Camaro next to the gleaming black Peterbilt and matching trailer that TJ had driven out from California. Alongside the trailer, Ryley saw the gleaming Cayenne red lines of the brand new 2003 Pontiac GTO. Climbing from the Camaro, he walked over to the GTO, admiring its sleek lines. 

Twirling the keys to the Camaro on his finger, Ryley nodded appreciatively and walked down the length of the eighteen-wheeler. Steve had had Ryley's trailer moved out there already and he could see it just beyond the front of the rig. From the other side of the rig Ryley heard footsteps.

At first he thought nothing of it. But over the years Ryley had gotten a pretty good bead on how people acted. You could tell very easily someone's intentions by the way they moved. And it didn't take more than a few seconds for Ryley to realize that whoever belonged to those footsteps was up to no good.

Ducking down, Ryley could see someone wearing construction boots and blue jeans walking quickly, trying to be silent. As he watched, the person moved away from the truck towards another trailer, a fairly sleek, modern one. Knowing that the trailer had to belong to one of the many A-list personalities that were at the shoot, Ryley crouched lower and moved quickly underneath the trailer.

He saw that it had been a man wearing a denim jacket as well, with long dark hair. The man was moving quickly towards the trailer, like he had a purpose. Moving quickly and silently, unlike this man, Ryley crossed the parking lot. He watched the man sidle up alongside the aluminum trailer and raise his head to look through the window.

Ryley moved from his position at the end of the trailer towards the man. He got within ten feet of him when the guy heard him. Ryley ducked as the man spun around, his fist nearly colliding with Ryley's face. Ryley countered with a mean punch to the guy's kidneys, causing him to stagger back a few feet.

He stood up and made to swing with his left, Ryley moved to block it, but the punch was a fake. The guy's right hand landed on the side of Ryley's face, above his left eye. Ryley's vision blurred and he was knocked back against the side of the trailer with a loud bang. 

When his vision recovered, he couldn't see the man but heard the sound of a powerful engine starting. Lights flashed on and within another second a bright red, eighties, Monte Carlo SS roared past the edge of the trailer across the parking lot. Ryley staggered to his feet and took a step back towards his Camaro, meaning to chase the guy down.

Something heavy struck him across the chest, taking him right off his feet and knocking him flat on his back. Ryley struggled to breathe as someone put their foot on his chest, bearing down on him. He opened his eyes and looked up. Standing over him was a huge, skyscraping black guy, with muscles bulging all over his body.

" Oh, fuck," Ryley moaned.

The black guy leaned over. " Got your ass didn't I? You sick fuck."

" What are you talking about?" Ryley asked, grabbing the man's ankle.

The guy pulled a radio from his belt. " This is Connor, I got him."

From the other side of the parking lot, Ryley heard the sound of engines starting up and the sound of squealing rubber. Flashing red and blue lights swept the parking lot as three police cars pulled up. Ryley looked over as two cops got out of each unit.

" Fuck this," Ryley swore.

He swung his legs into the air and kicked one around the front of the guy's body. It took him by surprise, especially when Ryley sent him flying through the air. Jumping to his feet, Ryley had six flashlights pointed in his face along with six guns.

" Freeze, buddy," yelled one cop.

" Get the fuck out of here," he replied. " I didn't do anything."

" Tell it to the shrink down at the station," replied another cop.

The door to the trailer swung open, banging against the outside of it. Ryley turned to look but couldn't see much because of the flashlights in his face. He did know that a woman was standing there, watching the entire scene.

" Stay in the trailer, Miss Moore," said the guy who called himself Connor.

Ryley shielded his eyes and saw her for the first time in years. She was standing there; her mouth open in disbelief, her long blonde hair, curled at the ends was hanging past her shoulders. She wore loose, flannel pajama bottoms and a white, halter-top.

" Ryley?" 

He turned to her. " Mandy?"

She laughed and jumped off the steps, running towards him. Ryley caught her in his arms and they embraced, tightly, Mandy pressing her cheek to his. It wasn't the reception he had expected, but the feel of her body against his and her hair against his face caused Ryley to ignore these thoughts. He breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet smell of her.

" You know this guy, Miss Moore?" Connor asked.

Ryley relaxed his hold and Mandy stepped back, her hands staying on his arms.

" Of course, Connor. I've known him since I was like thirteen."

Connor walked up to Ryley. " Who are you?"

Ryley extended his hand. " Ryley Hale, I'm the stunt driver."

" How do you two know each other?" Connor asked as he shook Ryley's hand.

Ryley looked back at Mandy, her eyes sparkling up at him. 

" She used to go out with my brother," he replied.

Mandy lowered her face for a moment, then looked back up at Ryley and smiled bravely. 

THE FOLLOWING DAY

Ryley looked around the interior of the GTO, admiring the details of the car, while TJ was busy going over the engine. Pontiac had definitely pulled out all the stops in building this car, whose moniker was a legend from the muscle car heydays. This car, TJ had told him, was one of four that had been built. When it went into production he would have to get one, Ryley told himself.

TJ closed the hood and walked over to the driver's side door, leaning through the open window. 

" Think you can handle this monster with all these friggin' cameras?" he asked.

Ryley looked around the interior again, noting the location of each of the dozen, digital cameras. They had been positioned strategically around the cabin to give different aspects for the video. The deal was Ryley would put the car through some high-speed maneuvers on the stretch of road that had been shut down for the shoot.

Fixed position cameras were going to record his antics and later some model guy would drive the car with Mandy in the passenger seat. Then the interior cameras would broadcast simultaneous images to the computers that the tech guys had set up. The director, some avant-garde dweeb that Ryley couldn't stand had explained it all to him.

The message they were trying to convey was the tumultuous nature of today's relationships. They figured using a high performance car was the best way to convey to the audience how relationships always hung on the edge of stability and a fiery wreck. Mandy had done a better job explaining after the director had left.

The video was supposed to be a hot, sexy way to portray her; the GTO and her make believe relationship with this model guy. Looking at Mandy, whose attire for the shoot consisted of leather pants and a sleeveless, button up leather top, both of whom matched the finish on the GTO, Ryley liked her description better. His eyes kept going back to her incredible body, long blonde hair and angelic face. Maybe it was just his imagination, but something was different in the way she acted towards him.

For his part, Ryley was definitely acting different towards her. He had only ever known her as his brother's girlfriend. She had always been cute and Ryley had known she would grow into a good-looking woman, but this had belied his expectations. Mandy was drop dead gorgeous. 

It had been probably five years since he had seen her in person, which had been at his brother's funeral. After that he had dropped out of her life, leaving for Colorado. Since then, she had grown up a lot.

He looked over at her as she danced outside a picturesque roadside diner, surrounded by other girls, also dancing. From his position inside the car, Ryley could just hear her voice as she sang the song for the video. The way her body moved was almost hypnotic.

" Hey, wake up, partner," TJ said.

Ryley turned back. " Sorry, bro."

" She sure has grown up a lot, hasn't she?"

He nodded in reply. " When was the last time you saw her?"

TJ thought a moment. " A few days after Sean's funeral. She came to the shop to say goodbye. That was right before she left for LA, I think."

Ryley nodded as he pulled on the headset he had been given in order to communicate with the director and the cameramen. He positioned the boom mike in front of his mouth and pulled his gloves on.

" You know why she came to the shop?" TJ asked.

" Yeah, you just said so. To say goodbye."

TJ shook his head. " She was looking for you."

Ryley sat speechless as TJ turned and walked over to the director as they finished with the dance sequences. Mandy walked over, drinking from a bottle of water and listened as TJ spoke with the director. She looked over at Ryley and waved. Ryley nodded to her, unable to do much else. The headset crackled to life.

" Ryley, you hear me?" asked the director.

" Yeah, go ahead."

" We're going to let your associate, TJ, convey my wishes to you. Is that all right?"

Ryley tried not to laugh. " Yeah, no problem."

" Ryley, you ready, man?" asked TJ.

" Lets kick the tires and light the fires," he replied.

TJ laughed as Ryley watched half a dozen cameramen position themselves around the GTO, some kneeling, others standing and some on hydraulic platforms. Ryley started the 340 horsepower engine of the GTO and grabbed the gearshift. He revved the motor, smiling at the vicious sound of the LS1.

" All right, buddy, here's the deal. Start off with a nasty little burn out. Give 'me plenty of smoke. Then keep it goin' into a nice long circle, kicking out the passenger side. Then take off up that road going into the mountains."

Ryley took a deep breath. " Pontiac tell us how complete this thing is? I mean can I really lay into it?"

" Pontiac's guy assured me this thing can take whatever you can throw at it."

" Okay, they asked for it," Ryley said.

He revved the motor, shoved the stick into first gear and dumped the clutch. The rear tires went up in a haze of smoke. The sound of burning rubber and the roaring LS1 filled the air as the GTO began to roll forwards.

Ryley let the car gain traction and roar forwards before he cut the wheel and powershifted into second. The tires broke loose again as the car began a graceful slide, the rear kicking out to the passenger side as Ryley counter-steered. He held the car through the slide three hundred and sixty degrees until it was pointed out onto the road. Letting slightly off the gas, he brought the car back under control and roared onto the road.

Powershifting into third, he flew up the road, gaining speed until he was doing over a hundred miles an hour. Following TJ's instructions, Ryley took the GTO on a perilous run along the winding mountain roads. It took the better part of three hours to get the shots down just the way the director wanted them. When the guy was finally satisfied, Ryley drove back to the diner.

As soon as he climbed out of the car, he knew something was wrong. The director was speaking frantically into the phone, yelling at someone. Mandy was standing speechless, her hand over her mouth, while Connor stood behind her. TJ came trotting over, a grim expression on his face.

" What's going on?" Ryley asked as he walked towards the diner, removing the headset and his gloves as he walked.

TJ fell into step beside him. " Okay, remember that guy you ran into last night?"

" Yeah."

" Well, Mandy has had this guy stalking her for months now. And now this guy who was supposed to be in the video, you know the boyfriend? Well we just found out he was cut up pretty bad last night?"

" What? Was it the guy who's been stalking Mandy?" 

TJ shrugged. " Don't know for sure, but I'd say so."

" All right, I'm gonna go talk to her," Ryley said, patting TJ on the shoulder and handing him the headset and gloves.

He walked across the parking lot to Mandy. She greeted him with a brave smile.

" Hey, Ryley," she said. " Nice driving."

" Thanks," he replied. He put his arm around her waist. " Come on, walk with me."

She walked across the parking lot with him, away from the gaggle of cameramen, producers, extras and other people. Ryley smiled to himself as Mandy placed her arm around his waist as well. When they were out of earshot of everyone, he turned to her.

" TJ just told me someone's been stalking you?"

Mandy sighed. " Yeah. I mean every now and then you get these weird letters and stuff. You learn to ignore them, but this guy is certifiable. The things he says in his letters," Mandy said, and Ryley could feel her shiver. " . . . the things he says he wants to do to me, are horrible. No one has ever scared me like this before. And now he attacked this guy James who was supposed to be in the video."

" You think it was him that did it?"

Mandy nodded. " It had to be. I mean it's like a message, you know. Now we're not going to be able to keep working on the video, today."

Ryley nodded. " Well, we'll figure something out."

" I guess," Mandy replied, kind of disheartened. Then she looked up at him. A smile spread across her face after a few moments. " I know," she said. " Why don't you do it?"

Ryley laughed. " Me? I don't think so, Mandy. I'm no model."

" No, you're better. I mean you're way more bad ass than anybody they'd find to play the part. And that's what I want. I want a real tough guy kind of look for this video."

Ryley couldn't help but smile at Mandy's excitement. She seized his hand and led him across the parking lot back toward the director. They stopped next to him just as the guy hung up the phone.

" Michael," Mandy called, and the director fixed her with a tired look.

" What is it, Mandy?" he asked, his voice whiny.

" Let's use Ryley to play the part."

Michael scoffed. " Ridiculous, he'd never do."

" Says you. I told you I wanted a guy that looked tough for this part. Are you telling me that Ryley doesn't look like a total bad ass?"

Michael's eyes traversed Ryley form head to toe. " Well, maybe you're right, Mandy. How about it, Ryley, you think you could handle working with Mandy?"

" I've never acted before."

Michael nodded. " Well I could take you through-"

" I'll take him through it," Mandy said, interrupting him.

" It's settled then," Michael proclaimed. " Okay everyone, break it down for the day. Makeup and costumes at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, filming starts at nine."

Ryley looked down at Mandy, who was smiling up at him.

" I'll be at your trailer at six so we can go over everything," Mandy said, then turned and walked across the parking lot towards her trailer. 

Ryley whistled under his breath as he watched her gorgeous ass swaying all the way into her trailer. He shook his head, amazed at how sexy Mandy had become. The night could definitely get interesting.

LATER THAT EVENING

Ryley couldn't believe the way he was acting. He had turned down TJ and the boys when they said they were going out to eat. The GTO sat outside his trailer alongside the Camaro, his for the taking according to Pontiac. Any other night and Ryley would be out with that incredible car wringing every single horse he could from the engine.

Instead he had spent the better part of two hours cleaning his trailer until it was spotless from top to bottom. He was even going to set out a bottle of wine or something, even though he didn't drink the stuff, until he remembered Mandy wasn't twenty-one. Now he was pacing up and down the floor, nervously adjusting the fresh sheets on the bed every time he stopped in front of the bedroom at the one end.

He wasn't sure what Mandy really had in mind. She used to go out with his brother for Christ sake. What the hell was he doing? She was almost nine years younger than he was. Could he just be misreading the signals? God knows it wouldn't be the first time he had made that mistake.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 06



Jack called Tori later that afternoon, hoping that she would be done with everything that she had to get done. He didn’t analyze why he wanted to spend more time with her. He just knew that he enjoyed being around her. Both her submissiveness and her personality in general were pleasing to him.

“Hello.” Tori answered sounding distracted.

“Tori, its Jack.”

“Oh, hello, Sir.” Tori snapped her mind back to what she was doing.

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes, Sir, everything is fine. My mind was just on something else when I answered.”

“Will you be free to get together later?”

“ I should be finished here in about an hour.”

“Good, are you up for going out again tonight?” Jack questioned cautiously.

“Yes, Sir, that would be fine. I don’t have to be up early tomorrow so it won’t be a problem.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up around 7, wear something comfortable.”

“Yes Sir.”

They said their good byes and Tori went back to work so she could make sure she had enough time to get ready.

Tori decided to wear a black dress that had a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. She put a turquoise belt around her waist to give the dress some color. She decided to wear her hair down so that it hung down her back. She added a pair of medium heels and was ready a few minutes before Jack was to pick her up.

Promptly at seven her doorbell rang. She opened the door and Jack stood on the other side holding a single yellow rose.

“You look very nice this evening, Pet.” Jack commented as he handed her the rose.

“Thank you Sir.” Tori accepted the rose and couldn’t resist sniffing it. “ Please come in and sit down, I’ll just be a moment while I put this in water.” Tori walked to her kitchen and started to look around for a vase to put the flower in. Jack followed her and stopped in the doorway. He just stood there watching her. He enjoyed watching her in her own environment. She finished putting water in the vase and gently set the rose in and turned around and almost dropped it.

“Oh gosh, you startled me.” Tori put a hand to her heart.

“Sorry.” Jack smiled.

“It’s OK.” Tori set the vase in the center of her small kitchen table. “May I ask what we are doing this evening?”

“We are going over to a friend of mine’s. He wanted my opinion about a new technique he has been working with.”

“Oh.” Tori was a little surprised, but she thought it might be interesting to see how other people were together.

They left Tori’s place and headed to Jack’s friend’s house. Jack had been there before and liked the play area. They got to the house and Jack could sense that Tori was nervous.

“Relax, Pet. You’ll like Jeff and Lee” Jack whispered as they stood at the door.

Lee opened the door, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and Tori felt overdressed. A big smile spread across Lee’s face.

“Jack, it’s good to see you again Sir. Please come in.”

“ Hi Lee, I’d like you to meet Tori.”

“ Hi Tori, welcome” Lee smiled and Tori instantly relaxed.

“Hi, Lee, thank you for allowing me into your home.”

“I’ve known Jack for a while now. I trust him as I trust my own Master. He wouldn’t bring you here unless he trusted you.”

“Where’s Jeff?” Jack asked quickly. Knowing that Lee would just stand there talking if you let her.

“He’s getting the toy bag out of the garage.” Just as Lee answered they heard Jeff enter the house.

“Lee? Why aren’t you getting things ready?”

“Our guest are here, Sir.” Lee answered laughing.

“Jack, it’s good to see you again.” Jeff shook hands with Jack. He glanced at Tori liking the way she looked instantly. “Who do we have here?”

“Tori, I’d like you to meet Jeff, the Master to this crazy woman here.” Jack smiled as he looked at Lee.

“Hello, Sir.” Tori whispered.

“Jack, you need to get this girl to speak up. Especially if she’s going to be around Lee.”

“I think she’s a little nervous, give her a little time. She can be a bit crazy at times too.” Jack was thinking about the night before and what got Tori her spanking.

Tori blushed but didn’t say anything else.

“Well why don’t we all go down to the playpen. Can we get either one of you anything?”

“I’m fine.” Tori spoke a little louder this time. 

“Nothing for me.” Jack took Tori’s hand and led her to the downstairs area that his friends called the “Playpen”.

Tori stopped as she reached the last step. The room was smaller than Jack’s play loft, but there was still plenty of room to move. Tori spotted a few things she recognized and saw a few that she could determine by looking at them what they would be used for.

“Jack, why don’t you and Tori sit over on the couch, that way you have a good view of what is going on. “ Jeff pointed to a comfortable looking leather couch that had a sign on the wall that was an arrow that said Bad Girls. Tori smiled when she saw it. Jack sat down on the couch and Tori wasn’t sure if she should sit next to him or sit on the floor. Jack took care of her doubt by pointing to the floor. Tori knelt on the floor next to his feet.

“If you get too uncomfortable kneeling, you may just sit on the floor.” Jack leaned over and said in her ear as she got on the floor.

“Thank you Sir.”

Jeff put some music on the CD player; it was what Tori would describe as a light rock. It had kind of a soothing quality, but had a harder back beat. It was this back beat that Jeff picked up on while he was preparing Lee for the scene. He had her cuffed to chains that were raised and lowered by a turn wheel. He raised Lee’s hands a little higher then locked the wheel so it would not come loose during the scene. 

Lee put her head down for a moment, then raised it again. Tori could see the change in her face. It was almost as if she had gone to someplace else. Jeff gently ran his hand down her back, then lightly smacked her bottom. He took a hair clip and lovingly put her hair up so it was off of her back while he flogged her. He walked over to his toys that were hanging on some hooks from the ceiling and picked up a flogger, and gently started to flog Lee's back. Tori was instantly mesmerized by the way Jeff moved. It was like an artist painting a portrait. The strokes against Lee’s skin were confident and sure. He very rarely stopped touching her, when he did it was only for brief moments when he changed implements. Soon Lee was begging for release, but Jeff quietly told her “no”. Lee stomped her feet and fought off her orgasm, as Jeff continued to flog her backside, using different floggers and whips. Tori sat at Jack’s feet totally mesmerized and was becoming very aroused. Lee’s skin was a nice light shade of pink. Tori wiggled a little to get more comfortable and to try to relieve some of the discomfort she was feeling without being obvious. Jack watched Tori squirm and knew that watching Jeff and Lee was affecting her. Lee continued to beg for release but Jeff refused to grant her permission. Jeff switched to a paddle like object but it was flat and flexible leather, the end looked something like a snake tongue. When he used it on Lee, she turned and gave him a look that said, “hit me with that again, I’ll kill you”. Tori smiled, she had that feeling herself once or twice with the smacks that Jack had given her.

Jack casually reached down and stroked Tori’s hair. He could almost feel her anticipation when he touched her. She was totally entranced by the scene taking place in front of her. She was lightly bunching the skirt of her dress in her hands. Jack smiled to himself. He had a feeling that Tori would be ready to cum in about two minutes if he were to touch her. 

Lee’s skin had a light pink glow to it, and Jeff was watching her intently. He knew she was ready to cum. He squatted down next to her and continued to lightly paddle her butt with a leather paddle, with his other hand he reached between her legs to play with her clit. Lee started begging to be able to cum. Jeff quietly gave her permission, and Lee’s knees went to the floor as she orgasmed. Jeff tossed the paddle to the side, then grabbed a blanket and a chair. He unhooked Lee from the ropes, and gently sat her in the chair. He walked over to her drink and kneeling in front of her had her sip. He kissed her forehead and made sure she was comfortable. Jeff and Lee stayed like that for a few minutes. Lee looked behind her and was very surprised to see Jack and Tori still there.

“Oh, you’re still here.” Lee smiled.

“Yes, we are. You’ve done nicely here Jeff.” Was the only comment that Jack made. Jeff smiled his thanks to Jack. Jack decided to make Tori wait until they got back before he would let her have her release. He could see it in the way she sat on the floor still in a daze of watching Jeff and Lee. 

“Why don’t we go upstairs and relax for a few minutes. Or if you’d like to have some time with Tori you’re welcome to.” Jeff suggested. 

“No thanks, I’ll wait until we get home. I have a few things planned for this little lady tonight.” Jack just stroked his hand down Tori’s head. He reached his hand down to help her up off the floor. Keeping her hand in his they followed Jeff and Lee up the stairs.

“I think Tori and I are going to head back to my place. I think she is going to need to be taken care of real soon.” Jack smiled a wicked grin at Jeff.

“Your little mouse got worked up did she? You don’t want to share that with us?” Jeff grinned back at Jack.

“No, not this time. I have something special planned and I’d rather do it in private to see how she reacts first.”

“I understand.”

Jack and Tori left shortly after that. Once Jack had Tori settled and he was headed back to his place he casually reached over and inched her dress up her legs. Pulling the long skirt up to expose her naked pussy. Jack brushed his fingers against her sex and Tori sighed.

“ A little wet there are you little one?” 

“Yes, Sir. A little.” Tori glanced over at Jack while he was driving and rubbing her sex casually with two fingers.

“ Sir, if you keep doing that I may not make it home.” Tori told Jack quietly.

“You will NOT cum. Is this understood?” Jack rubbed her clit a little harder.

“Yes Sir.” Tori fought to control her need to orgasm. The drive back to Jack’s place was pure torture for Tori. She was happy when they finally got to the house so Jack would stop rubbing her clit. To Tori’s surprise Jack didn’t get out of the truck, instead he pushed Tori’s skirt up and pressed two fingers into her pussy. Pushing them in and out feeling her wetness building. “Please Sir, please may I cum for you?” Tori begged. Wiggling against Jacks hand. “Please Sir, please may I cum?” Jack pushed his fingers in farther and said “Cum.” Tori let out a moan and squeezed his fingers inside her. Tori closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest. Taking slow deep breaths.

“Good girl.” Jack smiled at her.

Tori opened her eyes and looked into Jack’s smiling face. “Thank you Sir.”

“You’re welcome little one. Now why don’t we go into the loft and do a little more playing of our own.”

“If that is your wish Sir.” Tori smiled.

“It is.” Jack climbed out of the truck and walked around to open the door for Tori. Tori stepped out and straightened her the skirt portion of her dress. She waited for Jack to start walking the started after him. Jack reached back and grabbed her hand, casually walking to the barn. When they reached the barn Jack turned on the lights and headed towards the loft. He motioned Tori to go up before him and when she started up he casually smacked her on the ass. She just smiled and kept climbing. Once up in the loft, Jack walked over to a cabinet that Tori had never seen open before. He removed several objects and put them on a cart next to the table.

“Come over here and disrobe, Pet.” 

Tori walked over to Jack and removed her belt, then slipped her dress over her head. She was wearing a lacy bra and matching thong underwear, along with thigh high stockings. She slipped off her shoes, then went to remove her stockings when Jack stopped her.

“No, leave the stockings on. In fact leave what you have on and lay on the table on your back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Tori climbed on the table, and lay on her back. Forcing herself to relax she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Jack walked over and took her right arm and raised it over her head and bound her wrist to the table with a cuff, then did the same to her left arm.

“Are you OK like that?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I’m going to blindfold you tonight. I just want you to relax and feel. You are going to have to lie very still though. I’m going to be using knives on you and I don’t want to cut you.”

Tori’s eyes went wide, but she replied “Yes Sir.”

Jack slipped the blindfold over her head and made sure it was on comfortably. He gently ran his hands down her body starting with her hands and working his way down. When he reached her breast he gently played with her nipples through her bra. Then he slowly ran his fingers down her body to her thong. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down her legs and put them with her dress. He gently spread her legs open and cuffed them to the table. He walked over to the table where he had placed the knives and unsheathed one of the smaller ones. 

Talking softly “Don’t move now.”

Tori felt the tip of the knife on her arm ever so gently being moved downward. She kept telling herself to remain still. Her skin tingled as the blade move slowly down her arm. He reached across and did the same to her other arm. He paused for a moment and Tori shivered. Jack bent down and touched his lips to hers, lingering there for a moment. He could almost taste her excitement and fear. Jack eased his lips from hers and brought the blade to her throat tipping her chin up with one finger, he gently ran the blade done along her throat tracing it lightly across the artery in her neck. Across her collarbone and along her right shoulder. He then brought the blade back, and repeated the steps on the other side. He could feel Tori tense up. So he paused again.

“Relax” Jack said softly. He wanted to keep his voice soft so as not to startle her. 

Tori let out a long shuddering breath. Then took a deep breath and eased her breathing again.

Jack put the knife at the base of her throat and slowly trailed the blade downward. When he reached her breast he slowly eased her bra down to expose her right breast. Slowly he trailed the blade around her nipple “framing” it with the blade. When he finished the right breast he bent down and gently suckled her nipple making her moan. The process was repeated with her left breast. Jack moved the blade down her stomach to the edge of her clit. Again he paused giving Tori a chance to relax. Tori’s body shuddered as she took in a few deep breaths. 

“Are you OK pet?”

“Yes Sir, I’m OK.” Tori replied shakily. 

Jack set the knife aside and pulled a chair up to the end of the table. Jack lightly brushed the edge of his finger along Tori’s clit. He could see her tense up knowing she thought it was a knife he was using. He ran his finger over her clit again, this time in a downward stroke. Then he leaned in and ran his tongue along her clit in the same motion that he had used his finger. Tori let out a soft sigh. Jack moved in closer taking her clit into his mouth and softly sucking and nibbling on it. Pulling it with his mouth making it enlarge. Tori was wreathing in her bonds on the table, moaning. He knew she was almost ready to orgasm by the way her body was reacting to his mouth.

“Sir, please may I cum for you, please. I really need to cum.”

“Now.” Was Jack’s muffled response as he pulled her clit into his mouth again as she bucked against his mouth on the table. Moments later Tori was lying limply on the table, her body had a light sheen of sweat on it. Jack kissed her once more on her clit then slowly ran his hands up her body as he walked towards her head. When he reached her head, he lightly ran his fingers over her face, keeping her relaxed. Then he bent forward and took her mouth in an almost brutal kiss. Nothing like Tori had experienced before. She totally surrendered her mouth to him and let him take her where he wanted. This kiss lasted longer than any other they had shared, their tongues dancing in a frenzied mating, that when they parted they were both gasping for air.

Jack untied Tori’s hands and rubbed her arms a little as she brought them down to her sides. Jack then untied her feet rubbing her legs in much the same way he had done her arms restoring the circulation in her legs.

“May I remove the blindfold Sir?” Tori asked softly.

“Yes, you may.”

Tori slipped the blindfold off her eyes and blinked in the light. She focused on Jack standing between her still spread legs. She could see his arousal pressing tightly against his jeans. 

“How would you like me to please you tonight Sir?” 

“You’ve already pleased me a great deal, but I would like to relieve myself in your pussy. Slide down this way.” Jack pointed towards himself as he undid his jeans and slipped out of them along with his briefs. He slipped out of his shirt so he was standing naked before Tori. She took a long look at him, as she didn’t always get a chance to do so. Tori sat at the end of the table waiting for Jack to tell her where he wanted her. Jack pulled her off the table and set her down in front of the table. 

“Turn around, I’m going to do you doggie style.” Jack growled in her ear.

Tori turned around and bent forward on the table, Moments later she felt Jack slip his hard cock into her already wet pussy. Jack slowly started to stroke in and out of her in long slow strokes, but soon was stroking her in short fast strokes as he came closer to orgasming. Tori could feel herself getting closer as Jack slammed into her harder and harder. 

“Please, Sir, Please may I cum for you?” Tori sobbed as Jack started to release his hot cum into her.

“Now” was the only thing Jack was capable of saying at this time. As they both came down from their orgasm’s Jack leaned against Tori’s back. Holding her close to him gently nuzzling her neck.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening Sir. I have truly enjoyed this experience.” 

“You’re most welcome Pet. How about we shower and go to bed?”

“Yes Sir.”

They gathered up their clothes and climbed down from the loft and headed to the house. The early morning breeze was cool against their heated flesh. They walked quickly to the house, and hurried up the stairs where they showered and climbed into bed.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 06



There was a knock at his door, the sound actually making him jump. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Wiping his hands on his jeans, Ryley opened the door. 

Mandy stood on the pavement looking up at him, the setting sun giving her blonde hair a fiery tinge. She wore a pair of baggy white, cotton pants, the wide openings in the legs just showing her red toenails and edge of her black slippers. A hooded white, zip up sweatshirt was open just enough to reveal the cleft between her breasts. A light shade of pink lip-gloss adorned her lips as a smile spread slowly across her face.

" You gonna invite me in, cowboy? Or just stare?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.

Ryley smiled. " Sorry, come on in," he said, stepping to the side.

She stepped up into the trailer and Ryley closed the door then turned to her. Their difference in height made Mandy crane her neck to look up at him. Ryley's mind swam as he caught the scent of the lotions she had rubbed into her skin. He could still smell the peach conditioner she had used in her hair earlier.

Mandy kind of pursed her lips as her eyes ran over his form, taking in his attire. As always he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, though they were the cleanest ones he owned. She smiled, expecting nothing less from him as she turned and walked over to the couch. Sitting down, she crossed one leg under her and placed her elbow on the back, resting her head in her hand.

Ryley swallowed. " Do you want something to drink?"

She smiled. " Sure, a water if you have one."

Ryley turned to he refrigerator and opened the door. His hand was shaking so bad he almost knocked the entire contents of the appliance onto the floor. Mandy stifled a giggle and Ryley shot her a comic glare as he pulled out a bottle of water.

" Am I making you nervous, Ryley?" she asked.

Ryley opened the bottle of water and handed it to her. " No, I'm just a little freaked about having to actually act."

Mandy smiled as she placed the bottle to her lips and sipped from the contents. It was a lame excuse and they both knew it. Ryley could never remember a girl making him feel like this, something had to be wrong with him.

" Well then sit down," she said.

" Oh, right," he replied as he sat down next to her.

Mandy put the bottle of water on the windowsill. " Okay," she said.

From there she launched into a long description of what the next part of the video entailed. Basically, the majority of it was going to be Ryley driving the car, while Mandy sang parts of her song, all the time swiveled in the passenger seat, her eyes fixated on Ryley. She explained that it was important Ryley keep a stern look on his face the entire time, you know, play it cool.

There would be another scene, which would be Mandy sitting on the hood of the GTO. Ryley would be standing in front of her, while she wrapped her legs around his waist and draped her arms over his shoulders. It was supposed to look like Mandy was trying to draw his attention but again, Ryley was supposed to remain stone faced, staring off at the horizon or some shit.

Eventually, Ryley had to appear like he was cracking under Mandy's constant ministrations. Then he was supposed to turn around, and they would kiss, ending the video. Ryley sat in a very well hidden shock at the fact that he would be kissing Mandy tomorrow. The prospect of this both confused and excited him.

" Basically the song is about love conquering the facades we put on," Mandy explained. " And that's what I want to convey with the video."

Ryley nodded. " I think I can do that."

Mandy smiled. " Ryley, you and I are close, right?"

" Yeah," he replied. " Absolutely."

" Can I talk to you about your brother? About Sean?"

Ryley swallowed. " Yeah."

Mandy sighed. " You know I was young when we were together, right? I mean I was like thirteen and he was seventeen."

Ryley knew this. He had been twenty years old when she had begun seeing Sean.

" Do you remember the first time I saw you?"

Ryley thought back. " Yeah, when Sean brought you home to meet our parents one day."

Mandy shook her head. " No, Ryley. That's the first time you saw me. I mean the first time I saw you."

He shook his head, confused. " No, I don't know what you're talking about."

She smiled. " Well, we had all heard Sean bragging to his buddies about how his older brother was going to be a Winston Cup driver. He told his buddies that if they wanted to see what a real driver was they should hang around after school to be there when you picked him up. 

" So my girlfriends and I got all excited about seeing an older guy, you know?"

Ryley didn't but he smiled and nodded, intrigued by Mandy's angelic voice.

" Well we hung around after school that day. And you came screaming into the parking lot in that crazy GTO you used to have."

Smiling, Ryley recalled the '67 GTO he had owned back then, a mean muscle car that was unrivaled in their town. He would later give the car to Sean, who would end up blowing the motor. Ryley couldn't recall what had become of that car.

" Ryley, when I saw you I felt my knees turn to Jell-O. You were the most incredibly gorgeous guy I had ever laid eyes on," Mandy said, her face turning red. " I just knew . . ."

Mandy trailed off. " Maybe I shouldn't tell you this."

Ryley touched her hand. " You started it."

She lowered her eyes.

" Amanda," Ryley said gently.

She looked up at him, a different look in her eyes than Ryley had ever seen before.

" No one has called me Amanda in a long time."

Ryley smiled. " It's a gorgeous name."

She smiled, her face turning bright red.

" Now tell me," he ordered.

Mandy swallowed, her lower lip trembling. " Ryley, I started seeing Sean so I could meet you," she said, her voice breaking.

She stood up, quickly and rushed towards the door, grabbing the handle. Ryley stood up and grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could go outside. Mandy froze under his touch. 

She allowed him to pull her, gently, back inside and turn her around. Ryley placed a finger under her chin and raised her face so he could look into her eyes. She kept them closed, her lips parted slightly. Ryley reached down and took her hands in his and moved them behind her to the small of her back. He slowly pulled her to him.

This caused their bodies to touch. Ryley thought he could actually feel her shiver pleasantly at the contact.

" You can't leave yet, Amanda."

She opened her eyes, hazel gems that made Ryley's head swim. " Why not?"

He smiled. " We aren't done rehearsing."

" What?" she asked.

" Isn't there a kiss in this video?"

Mandy smiled, her eyes sparkling. Ryley leaned down, inhaling her scent as she closed her eyes. Their lips touched and Ryley could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing on end along with his cock, which was straining against his jeans.

Moaning in relent, Mandy opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his. Her mouth tasted fresh and minty, which urged Ryley to return her kiss with a fiery intensity. He could feel her hands slip from his and slide up his chest to cradle his face. Ryley wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her off her feet.

He carried her over to the couch and sat down, Mandy instinctively straddling his waist. Through their clothes, Ryley could clearly feel her inviting pussy as she ground herself against his protruding cock, sending delicious sensations through both their bodies. Ryley kissed his way from her lips to her throat, where he nipped and licked her flawless skin.

Mandy arched her back and pushed her chest outwards as Ryley reached the bare skin of her upper chest. His hand rose up to the zipper of her sweatshirt, which he tugged slowly down until the garment hung open. Ryley leaned back, his eyes glowing when he saw she wore no bra. His eyes surveyed the flawless skin between her breasts, which were still covered. Her tight stomach was moving with her breathing, turning her sexy navel into an inviting target.

She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck as Ryley leaned her back and lowered his mouth to her belly button. Mandy squirmed in his lap as his tongue circled the opening. She pulled herself up straight and let Ryley slip his hands under her sweatshirt.

Their eyes locked as his hands rose to her shoulders and slid the sweatshirt down until it rest at her elbows. Mandy's eyes dropped down to her chest along with Ryley's. Her breasts were gorgeous orbs of flesh without a single mark or line, sitting high on her chest. Her nipples were a light shade of brown, standing out about a half an inch, surrounded by areolas a little bigger than a quarter. They weren't large by everyday standards, but coupled with the rest of her body they were perfect. 

Mandy's skin was a silky smooth tan, stretched tight over her well-defined body. Their eyes met again, holding each other's gaze for a long moment, before they both leaned in and kissed again. There was a silent, heartfelt intensity to their kiss as Mandy pressed her chest to his, pushing them both back against the couch.

Ryley's hands slid down to cup and squeeze her pert, incredible ass. Slowly he reached around between them to cup her sex and lightly rub it. Mandy's breathing grew ragged and her hips began to move of their own accord.

Suddenly, she pulled back, brushing her hair out of her face. She stood up, zipping up her sweatshirt.

" No, Ryley, this is too quick, we can't," she said fumbling for words.

" What?" Ryley asked, standing up quickly, then reaching down to adjust his painfully erect cock.

Mandy's eyes dropped instinctively to his crotch and widened for a moment before she looked back up at him.

" I'm sorry, Ryley," she apologized. " This is just so fast."

" Mandy, wait," he said, folding her into his arms. 

She opened her mouth to protest, then relaxed and spread her hands out on his chest.

" Okay, it's too fast," he agreed. " But don't rush out of here like this, all right?"

She nodded.

" This can be whatever we want it to be. Is it just me or is there more here than just a thing?"

" I always had more than just a thing for you," she replied.

" All right, then I can take it slow. Is that what you want?"

Mandy nodded. 

" Good, so you won't be all weird tomorrow?"

She shook her head no.

" Prove it," he said with a smile.

A smile crossed her face as she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth for a moment.

THE NEXT MORNING

Whether Mandy was being standoffish because of last night was hard to tell. The makeup people had been hustling around him for thirty minutes, much to the amusement of TJ and the rest of the crew. Ryley flipped them the bird, good naturedly as they made comic imitations of him being powdered and glossed and God knows what else.

Thirty feet away, Mandy was sitting at another arrangement. She appeared much more calm than Ryley was about these people flustering all over them. Mandy treated the whole ordeal with a practiced, regal disdain. 

They hadn't had a chance to discuss the previous night and Ryley was eager to speak to her. He had realized last night that Mandy could be exactly what he was looking for. The two of them had fit together last night in a way that Ryley hadn't experienced in a long time. He only hoped she felt the same way about him that he did about her.

Eventually, the makeup technicians were finished and Mandy went into the costume trailer to pull on her red leather outfit. When she stepped back outside, the early morning sun framing her figure perfectly, Ryley felt a painful rush of blood to his groin. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked over to the costume trailer, praying no one saw his erection.

Stepping inside, he was immediately set upon by a group of three men, whose sexuality definitely wasn't a question. They oohed and ahhed Ryley until he was red with embarrassment and ready to throw all three of them out a window. By the time he stepped back outside, he felt like he had been mind fucked and breathed deeply of the cool, morning air of Arizona.

When he opened his eyes he was greeted by dozens of stares. The guys in the trailer had turned Ryley into a dark, dreamlike premonition. A nearby, full length mirror gave Ryley a glimpse of himself that even made him pause.

A pair of stylish black boots, polished to perfection adorned his feet. Trendy black pants covered his legs with a black leather belt at his waist. A lightweight material, white shirt with a vertical stitch pattern covered his chest and stomach, hugging every well-defined muscle. A long black coat, that reached just past Ryley's knees billowed in the wind, the light material also clinging to his broad shoulders effortlessly.

Looking over, Ryley saw Mandy, her eyes fixated on him like he was a diamond in the rough. Ryley smiled and kind of opened his arms, displaying his costume. Mandy laughed and walked over to him, smoothing her hands across his chest, her eyes sparkling as she studied him. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to pull her to him and kiss her.

There was an electric current in her touch that made every nerve in his body stand on end. Looking up from her, Ryley could see that most of the crew, extras and even his crew could tell something was going on between them. They elbowed each other and nodded in the direction of Mandy and Ryley, holding whispered, not unpleasant conversations.

" Amanda," Ryley said. " About last night."

Mandy looked up at him, her hazel eyes locking with his blue ones.

" Shh . . ." she said, placing a fingertip lightly on his lips. " We'll talk about it later."

And with that she got up on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on the lips, licking his upper lip discretely. Ryley returned her smile, feeling like a teenager when fixed with her adoring gaze.

" All right everyone," Michael yelled, clapping his hands. " Let's go. Ryley, Mandy, places."

Ryley followed Mandy to the GTO, where she climbed into the passenger seat and he got in the driver's seat. The interior was pleasantly cool as Ryley started the engine and shifted into reverse, backing away from his trailer. Shifting into gear, they drove down the road.

The chase vehicle, with its array of cameras and cameramen took up a position behind them. In order to get out to this incredible road where the shoot was to take place, they had to drive through a run down, industrial area. Ryley looked over at Mandy as she adjusted herself in the passenger seat, placing her back against the door and her feet across the center console.

She kicked off her red, high-heeled sandals and slid her feet against Ryley's side. He smiled and reached up to tickle her feet. Mandy laughed, throwing her head back slightly. In that moment, Ryley caught a glimpse of a Monte Carlo parked down in between a couple of the warehouses along the road. The car barely registered to him, though as he was slowly running his hand up Mandy's leg.

" Ryley," she pleaded, with little conviction in her voice. " Stop, everyone can see you."

He laughed as he remembered the presence of the cameras. Taking the two-way radio out of the cup holder, he held it to his mouth and keyed the receiver. 

" All right, you guys, are we ready to roll?"

" Hang on," said one of the producers.

Ryley handed the radio to Mandy, who took it and leaned back in her seat as she slid a CD into the player. It had been specially made to have only the acoustics of the song, so Mandy could sing along. She had explained that the music would be voided from the digital feed and another; clearer set of acoustics would be dubbed in.

Having little knowledge of the process, Ryley had nodded in mock comprehension. Mandy had said that the filming that day would be confusing in the car, but just to concentrate on driving. Which Ryley was busy doing at the moment.

" Okay, Mandy," said the producer. " We have sound and picture, whenever you're ready."

Mandy slid the radio down between her and the seat and picked up the controller for the CD player. She pressed play and the beginning of the song came over the radio, the music slow and heart rending. Within thirty seconds a bass heavy intro blasted over the speakers and Mandy launched into song.

The words played in Ryley's ears as he did his best to keep a stone faced expression for the cameras in his face and those catching his profile. His arm rested across Mandy's legs as he began increase the speed of the GTO, changing gears as the song began to work its magic on him. Mandy's angelic voice, which was both powerful and sensuous in his ear, was making him sweat.

They roared down the road at seventy miles an hour. Mandy kept her eyes locked securely on Ryley or on the camera mounted in front of him in the headliner, focused on her face. Ryley could do little else other than drive and listen to her voice, trying not to squirm while she deliberately tickled him with her toes.

It was only a couple of minutes before Mandy stopped singing and picked up the radio.

" Okay, Michael," she said. " How was that?"

" He said it was great," came the reply. " He wants you guys to go out a little further, turn around an do it again. This time let the chase truck go in front of you."

Ryley guided the GTO a little further down the road and pulled into a dirt turnoff. He turned to Mandy, who smiled, coyly at him.

" Stop tickling me," he ordered, laughing. " I'm trying to stay all bad ass and in character for you."

Mandy leaned forwards and kissed him over the center console. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, teasing him for a few seconds before leaning back in her seat. A smile spread across her face.

" Even when you smile, Ryley Hale, you are still a tough guy," she said.

" Thanks," he replied as the pickup truck that had been following them pulled onto the road and began to head back towards the diner and the trailers.

Ryley revved the motor and dumped the clutch, spinning the rear tires. The GTO roared onto the roads sideways in a graceful slide. Mandy was laughing as they straightened out and took up a position behind the truck.

" You sure can drive, Ryley."

They repeated the whole scene again, this time in the opposite direction. Then, low and behold they ended up doing the scene again and again, using different parts of this road they had had closed down for their uses. It took most of the morning into the afternoon to finish, with no break for Ryley or Mandy. When they finally got out of the GTO they were definitely glad to stretch, but not about losing the privacy and intimacy of the car.

Everyone greeted them with smiles and congratulations, and most appreciatively, something to drink. Ryley remained behind with TJ to go over the GTO to make sure the car was okay. He watched, disheartened, as Mandy walked off with a couple of the dancers, whom Ryley had noticed Mandy was close with.

" Mandy," cried Rebecca, a tall, lithe brunette into Mandy's ear. " That was great."

" Thanks," she replied as they sat down in the shade outside her trailer.

" We saw the whole thing," continued Danielle, an equally attractive redhead. 

Mandy smiled, blushing.

Danielle went on. " What is going on with you guys?"

" I don't know," she replied. " What I always wanted."

" You knew him before this?" Rebecca asked.

Mandy nodded. " I knew him years ago."

" What's he like," Danielle asked.

She shook her head. " Not at all what I expected."

Indeed, Mandy had wanted Ryley for a long time. She had begun seeing Sean in order to meet Ryley but then she had grown attached to Sean. Mandy had only ever thought what she wanted with Ryley was physical, which had been her intention last night. But when they had finally touched it wasn't at all what she expected.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 06



It had felt like electricity coursing through her body when he pulled her against his body. But the feel of his lips on hers was unlike anything she had expected. Ryley had a quietly powerful intensity to him, one that had pulled Mandy to him in a heartbeat. Now she knew that what she felt was far from being purely physical, and that had made her pause last night.

She wanted to give herself to him unlike she had ever done with a guy before and was willing to do it for physicality's sake. But those feelings he had stirred inside of her had changed the playing field. Those feelings dictated that Mandy proceed cautiously as she no longer intended to give him just her body, but her heart as well.

" All right, everyone, come look," Michael called. " We've got a preliminary splice of the files.

Mandy trotted over to the tent that had been set up, shielding the televisions and computers from the sun. Ryley strolled over slowly, standing a few feet away, casting nervous glances at her. She smiled and reached out, taking his hand and pulling him over to her.

As they stood behind most everyone Mandy wasn't afraid to hold his hand in hers, claiming him as her own. She wasn't sure why she felt like she had to hide her feelings around everyone. Maybe it was because of who she was, or who he was or a compilation of the two. But it did feel right, so she stood next to him, holding his hand as the TV flickered and an image of the interior of the car came into view.

Mandy stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Ryley's ear. She explained to him that all the footage had been converted into digital information. This allowed the producers to manipulate everything in the footage unlike ever before. The sound coming from the TV was tinny. Ryley wanted to know how they would fix that.

She explained that her singing that day was merely so that the video would pick up her lips moving. Later she would record the song again in a recording studio and the producers would synchronize her voice with the video. They would then splice everything together into a seamless film that would hopefully climb the charts.

Ryley nodded. " I'm impressed."

She smiled, running her hand up his arm to the back of his neck. " What? That I knew all that?"

" Yeah, I always thought you were stupid," he said.

Mandy knew he was joking and playfully pushed him away, fixing him with a look of mock pain. He smiled and pulled her to him, folding her in his arms. Mandy relaxed in his grasp, her back pressed to his chest. She folded her hands over his, which were at her stomach. He rest his chin lightly on top of her head and Mandy could just feel his growing cock through their clothes. She nervously wondered just what was in those pants, though she had no doubt she would see it eventually.

They both watched the footage, happy about how well it all came out. For Ryley it was a surreal feeling seeing himself on the screen like that. And it appeared that he had done a good job hiding his emotions during the whole ordeal.

By the time the video was over it was well past lunchtime so everyone began to head over to the diner. Ryley took a step towards the building as well but Mandy pulled him back. She cast her eyes towards the diner and then towards her trailer and then up at Ryley, raising her eyebrows.

He smiled and followed Mandy towards her trailer, looking over his shoulder at the diner as he did so. TJ gave him the thumbs, smiling and laughing as he stepped into the diner, escorting one of Mandy's dancers. Ryley stepped into the air-conditioned confines of Mandy's trailer.

As soon as he closed the door Mandy fell into his arms, her mouth pressed to his, her tongue fueling Ryley's desire. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her ass through the leather of her pants. Her hands clawed at his coat, pulling it off his shoulders, then pressing her fingers to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. Ryley shrugged off his coat and lifted Mandy off the ground, carrying her into the back of the trailer.

He laid her back on the bed and she began to undo the buttons of her leather vest. Ryley's hands went down to her the waist of her pants and he began to undo the button and zipper. Mandy reached down and seized his hand, stopping him.

" Ryley," she breathed. " Stop."

He looked up. " What?"

She shook her head. " I can't, not like this."

" What do you mean?" he asked, standing up, growing irritated. She had a lot of nerve to bring him in here like this and then say no. Needless to say he was a little hot under the collar and growing frustrated.

" I mean, it doesn't feel right," she said, sitting up and fixing him with her brown eyes.

" Why not, Mandy? You can't keep doing this to me. I mean what's wrong wrong, you want me right?"

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

" And I want you, so what's the big deal?" he asked, his voice beginning to rise.

She looked up at him. " Ryley, I'm a virgin."

Ryley froze. He opened his mouth to speak, and then stopped, closing it. He looked back down at Mandy and she lowered her eyes, averting his gaze. Ryley took a deep, calming breath, trying to suppress the primordial urges coursing through his body. He sat down on the bed next to her.

Gently, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

" You could have told me that, Amanda," he said.

She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her cheek on his shoulder and kissed him on the throat.

" I'm sorry, Ryley."

Ryley was still trying to come to terms with this new development. The last thing he had ever thought was that she was a virgin. 

" How can you still be a virgin?" he asked. " I'm sorry," he said quickly. " I just didn't expect this at all. I can't believe this."

" I'm sorry," she repeated. 

Ryley leaned back and pulled Mandy onto his lap. She straddled his waist, placing them at eye level. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place and leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss, which was gentle, tentative, as if neither of them knew how to proceed.

" Don't be sorry," he said. " It's incredible. Just not what I expected."

She sighed. " Well I'm sorry for leading you on."

Ryley shrugged. " I can handle it, now that you told me."

Mandy swiveled her hips, grinding herself against his still throbbing organ. Ryley moaned.

" I do still want you, Ryley," she whispered in his ear, then pushed him back on the bed.

Ryley looked up at her as she straddled his waist, continuing to grind herself on him. Her eyes narrowed to lustful slits, and she moaned from the sensations his cock was causing her. Then she leaned forwards, her hair falling about their faces.

" I want you," she repeated. " But not like this, not in a trailer."

Moaning in frustration, Ryley smiled up at her.

" But I can do something about this thing in your pants," she cooed.

Ryley's eyes shot open when he heard these words. Mandy kissed him lightly on the lips then slid off his body to the floor, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Ryley got up on his elbows as Mandy began to rub his cock through the material of his pants.

His pants were bulging obscenely as his cock was straining to be touched by Mandy's skin. Slowly, Mandy reached up and pulled the zipper down on his pants. Cool air whispered across the scorching skin of his cock as Mandy reached inside his pants and through the opening of his boxers.

Ryley gasped as her cool hand found his cock. Mandy's eyes opened wide in surprise, fear, delight, Ryley couldn't tell which. Struggling, she managed to work his cock out through the opening of his pants.

It was Mandy's turn to gasp. Ryley's cock was throbbing in her hand, which wasn't even close to reaching around its circumference. The head was bright red and turning purple with need as Mandy began to slowly stroke it, using long motions.

Her other hand went back into his pants and managed to coax Ryley's balls out as well, where they hung at the base of his cock. She fondled the large orbs with her fingers, gently squeezing and teasing them. Ryley thought he was going to explode right there as Mandy brought her face towards his shaft.

His eyes wanted to close, but he forced them to stay open as her tongue flicked out and tickled the base of his cock. Slowly, she licked up the entire length of his rod, pausing her stroking to squeeze the head. When she reached the head she moved her hand back to the base of his cock, where she squeezed the shaft.

Looking right into Ryley's eyes, she licked the opening at the end of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing from the slit. She smiled, then opened her mouth and slid it down his shaft. Ryley fell back on the bed, moaning as the hot, wet confines of Mandy's mouth enveloped the head of his rod. He did his best not to thrust into her as she licked all around the head.

She began to bob up and down, taking a little more with each pass. Ryley reached up and placed his hands on either side of her face, guiding her up and down as Mandy began to pick up the pace. Soon the slurping sounds of her mouth filled the trailer as she sucked and licked his cock with reckless abandon.

All too soon, Ryley felt his balls beginning to churn and Mandy felt it too as she gently squeezed his sack. Ryley found it hard to believe but she redoubled her efforts on him, sucking him so hard her cheeks caved in. Her lips were stretched tight around his shaft and Ryley found himself urging her faster with his hands.

His hips began to buck and his cock began to burn. Mandy began to wildly jerk the base of his cock, while her mouth froze with half his length inside it. Her tongue spun wicked patterns around the head. That did it.

With a half muted roar, Ryley's cock exploded, filling Mandy's mouth with his hot cum. She swallowed, noisily, but not before a little leaked out and dripped down her chin. Wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the top of his sack, Mandy squeezed, pulling Ryley's balls slightly away from his shaft as she continued to jerk his cock into her mouth.

No one had ever done this to him before, and Ryley groaned, shooting more cum than he thought possible into her mouth. Mandy swallowed all of it until Ryley was spent. She released his balls, and held his cock in place, licking and sucking it clean. Ryley got up on his elbows again and watched her as she sat back on her heels and then sensuously used her forefinger to wipe the cum from her chin and then lick it off.

Ryley smiled down at her, trying to catch his breath.

" That was incredible," he gasped.

Mandy laughed as she stood up. " Catch your breath, Cowboy. You'll have to get that back in your pants," she said, referring to his semi-erect cock, protruding from his pants. " I don't think I can wrestle that back in there. I'll be right back."

Ryley stood up and managed to tuck his cock back in his pants, zipping them up. He heard the sink turn on in the small bathroom. By the time Mandy came back, he had managed to catch his breath enough to smile at her.

She looked up at him with a guilty kind of look on her face. Ryley pulled her to him and kissed her, then spun her around and laid her back on the bed. Mandy laughed, then sighed as he nudged her legs open and lay down on top of her, nestling his still large cock against her mound. Her hands instinctively went to his ass, pulling him against her.

" Where did you learn to do that?" he asked.

Mandy shrugged and smiled, sexily at him. " I've had a few boyfriends, and you have to keep them happy."

" But you never slept with anyone?"

She shook her head.

" Why me?"

Mandy reached up and pulled him down for a kiss, then leaned back, but holding his face just an inch from hers.

" Because," she said, her voice low, sexy, the kind a girl uses when she confesses her most intimate secrets. " Since the first time I saw you, I wanted it to be you."

Ryley bent down and kissed her, feeling her fingernails caress the skin on the back of his neck.

LATER

The GTO was parked at the edge of the dusty, diner parking lot, facing west across a scenic overlook of a dusty landscape. The setting sun set the parking lot aglow with an orange tinge. The light seemed to set the GTO on fire, reacting with the paint to give the car a fiery glow.

Mandy and Ryley both sat on the hood of the car. Mandy sat further up the hood, Ryley was kind of sitting/leaning on the car between her legs. She had them wrapped around his waist, her heels resting on his belt buckle. Her right arm was under his, her hand clutching his coat and her left arm was over his shoulder, her hand rubbing his chest.

It could have been quite a romantic scene if it weren't for the half dozen cameras set up in various positions in front of them. Another three cameras were set up behind them to catch the sunset as Michael blathered on and on. Ryley kept his mouth shut, enjoying the playful ministrations of Mandy even while she talked with Michael.

Finally, everyone knew what to do and the music began to play. Ryley could feel Mandy beginning to move her body to the beat, her body rocking against his. When the music cued to the right spot she began to sing. She alternated between looking at the cameras and the horizon, though mostly her lips tickled Ryley's ear, she was so close.

Her hands tapped out a slow beat on his chest as she moved her breasts across his back. The feel of her bare feet pressing into his stomach only irritated the butterflies already there. Ryley continued to play his part by staring out at the horizon, acting cool.

" Okay, Ryley," Michael called. " There's about forty seconds left to the song. I need you to begin to show us you're breaking down. Then turn to Mandy and take her into your arms. When the time comes, she'll kiss you."

Ryley acted like he couldn't hear Michael. Instead he lowered his eyes and then looked down at Mandy's feet. Shaking his head, he looked away for a moment, then down again. Reaching down, he took her feet in his hands and uncrossed them while Mandy continued to sing.

Still between her legs, Ryley turned around and looked down at Mandy. She looked up at him, swaying her head back and forth with the music. Ryley hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her legs up to his waist. He ran his fingers down her arms to her hands, taking them in his to wrap around his neck.

Reaching back up, he placed his hands on the sides of her throat, caressing the corners of her jaw with his thumbs. Mandy was busy singing, holding a long note. She still had a few more lines to go. But as they looked into each other's eyes he saw hers soften.

Her lips parted and she moved to him, pressing her lips to his. Their mouths opened and their tongues touched as Mandy slid down the hood, pressing her body against his. She tilted her head, getting a better angle, her long blonde locks falling across his shoulder.

" Uh, Mandy, Ryley," Michael called. " This isn't the part. The song isn't finished, now we have to start all over again."

Mandy turned her face away, Ryley continuing to kiss the side of her neck.

" No, we don't. We'll just do a voice over," she called, turning back to kiss Ryley again. " This is the way I want the video to go."

She turned back to Ryley and they continued to kiss. There was a quiet intensity to it and they both knew there was no hiding the relationship now. The sound of cameras being broken down reached their ears.

" No," Michael said. " Roll with it, this will make great footage for the end of the video.

And so, Ryley and Mandy continued to kiss, holding each other in their arms.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Ryley was once again sprucing up the interior of the trailer. The filming was basically done and the following day everyone was packing up and going home. Mandy was supposed to be coming over so they could spend some time together. She had explained fully to him that they would only be cuddling.

This bothered Ryley, not because they weren't going to have sex, but because the prospect of lying on a couch with Mandy excited him beyond belief. He could never remember being this excited over a girl. Something inside of him was literally doing back flips; he was so completely infatuated with her. 

Soon, though, with Mandy's as yet appearance, he was pacing the floor anxiously. He cast expectant glances through the window every few minutes until the anxiety was too much. Picking up his leather jacket from the counter, Ryley opened the door and strode across the parking lot towards Mandy's trailer.

Rounding the corner of her trailer, he froze in his tracks. Lying on the ground in front of the open door of the trailer was Connor, Mandy's bodyguard. Ryley rushed over and knelt down, seeing blood seeping from a large puncture wound in his abdomen. Grabbing Connor's wrist, Ryley could feel a shallow pulse.

Looking up, Ryley saw a Glock lying on the ground near Connor's hand. He picked up the gun as he tried to rouse Connor. Ryley shook his arm.

" Connor," Ryley yelled. " Wake up man, what happened?"

Connor groaned and opened his eyes. " He took her, man."

Ryley's heart sank. " Who? Who took her, Connor?"

" The guy," he said, his voice so low that Ryley had to lean down to hear Connor's words.

" What guy?"

" That stalker."

Ryley stood up and rushed into the trailer. Pulling open the drawers, he found a large towel and rushed back outside. Whirling the cloth into a wad, Ryley pressed the towel to the wound in Connor's stomach with one hand and pulled out his cell phone with the other. He dialed 911 and waited for someone to answer.

" 911, what is your emergency?"

Ryley relayed the information as best he could, along with their location. He told them someone had kidnapped Mandy Moore and that Connor had been stabbed. They told him they would send someone out right away. Ryley hung up the phone.

" Connor, I'll be right back," Ryley said.

MEANWHILE

Mandy woke up, with a dull, throbbing pain in the back of her head. When she tried to sit up she felt something tight and constrictive pull against her wrists. Her eyes flew open and she found herself tied to a bed. Looking around frantically she saw that she was in some kind of warehouse.

Packing crates and empty pallets were stacked around her, forming a set of three, nearly transparent walls. She struggled against the bonds on her wrists and ankles, holding her in a spread-eagled position. The sound of the bed squeaking echoed through the vast, empty space of the building she was in. Mandy settled back, trying to recall what had happened.

It wasn't until he stepped into the little alcove of crates that Mandy recalled what had happened. She had been in her trailer getting ready to go over to see Ryley when she heard the sounds of a struggle outside. As she turned to the door, curious to see what was going on the door burst open and this guy rushed inside. Beyond that she didn't remember much else.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with nothing but malice. Mandy cowered under his gaze, trying to squirm off the bed. A nasty smile spread across his face, revealing yellow teeth. His face was covered in pockmarks and his long hair looked like it had recently been dyed blonde.

Mandy began to cry silently. Tears streamed down her face as she writhed on the bed. The man's smile broadened as he sat down on the bed, running his hand down her legs, smoothing the fabric of her flannel pajama bottoms. She recoiled under his touch and he laughed, then stood up and removed his denim jacket.

" Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice thick and raspy.

Mandy whimpered.

" I asked you a question, Amanda."

Mandy's fear turned to hatred in a split second. " Don't call me that."

The man sat back down. " Ooh, attitude. You don't show that very often."





The Cowboy Way Ch. 07



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Through the kitchen window Mandy could see Ryley and her younger brother, Scott working on Scott’s car in the driveway. She smiled as she watched Ryley leaning into the engine compartment, pointing something out to Scott, who nodded in agreement. Mandy couldn’t believe how things had changed in the last few weeks.

After Ryley had saved her life they had returned to her home in Orlando. He had cared for her while she slowly recovered from her horrendous ordeal. When Mandy felt she was okay again, she and Ryley had made love. It was her first time and the experience had been mind blowing. The fact that Mandy had somehow known since she was thirteen that Ryley would be her first had made the entire situation seem like a fairy tale to her.

That had been two weeks ago when they first made love. They had done it many times since, Mandy’s sexual appetite had grown every day since then. She and Ryley had spent every moment of those days together. They made quite a nice couple and the paparazzi were having a field day. Pictures of the two of them were on the front page of every tabloid in the country.

Her agent had called her several days ago to tell her that her record sales were through the roof. Mandy had promptly hung up on him. He was a nice guy, but Mandy didn’t want to hear about her record sales. She knew the rough outline of what had happened with Ryley and Britney, and knew that record sales had been the cause of their break-up.

Ryley had only gone so far as to tell Mandy that Britney had betrayed him, selling him out for a new record deal. She had known not to broach the subject any further. Another subject they had yet to really explore was Ryley killing the guy who had kidnapped her. 

In fact in recent days Ryley had seemed to shy away from any subject that Mandy brought up. She could sense him growing restless, not necessarily with her, but with their present location. Mandy needed advice and turned to her mother who was busy in the kitchen making dinner.

“ Hey, Mom?” Mandy said.

“ Yeah, sweetie?” Stacy replied as she checked the roast in the oven.

“ Can I talk to you?”

Stacy turned to her daughter. “ Of course, Amanda. What is it?”

“ Well . . . it’s about Ryley.”

Stacy smiled and sat down at the kitchen table, sliding a chair out for her daughter as well. Mandy sat down.

“ Go ahead.”

Mandy took a deep breath. “ Well, I have to be honest. I’m in love with him, Mom.”

Stacy smiled. “ Oh, honey, that’s great. Have you told him?”

Mandy nodded. “ Yeah.”

“ What did he say?”

“ Nothing, Mom. He didn’t say anything.”

Stacy sat back, taking a deep breath. “ Amanda, Ryley . . . Ryley has a lot of ghosts in the closet.”

Mandy frowned. “ What do you mean?”

“ Well, with everything that happened with that boy who was killed, his brother getting killed and everything at home, he has a lot of things that still haven’t been sorted out. It’s no excuse, but he has a lot of issues.”

Looking down at the table, Mandy sighed. “ Not to mention everything that happened with Britney.”

Stacy sighed. “ You know, everyone makes mistakes.”

Mandy scoffed. “ Britney Spears. What could he possibly have seen in her?”

“ You know if it weren’t for Britney you wouldn’t have Ryley right now.”

“ I guess so.”

Stacy thought a moment. “ When do you leave?”

“ Three o’clock tomorrow,” Mandy replied. “ I’m meeting everyone in New York.”

“ What about Ryley?”

Mandy shrugged. “ He said he would come with me.”

“ Did you ask him to go with you or did he ask if he could go?”

Mandy mumbled something.

“ Amanda Leigh,” Stacy said, using her authoritative voice. “ I asked you a question.”

“ I said I asked him.”

“ Amanda, if he can’t say it then you have to let him go for now.”

Mandy sighed. “ But I love him, Mom.”

Stacy reached across the table taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “ I know, Mandy. By the way Ryley looks at you I think he loves you too.”

“ You think so?” Mandy asked, biting her bottom lip.

Stacy nodded. “ Tell him that while you’re on tour you want him to go and do his own thing. Tell him to take care of what he has to and when you get back you want to see him again.”

“ I can’t, Mom,” Mandy said, getting upset.

“ I know it’s not easy, honey, but you have to. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you for him to stay. At least for right now.”

Mandy felt a tear fall from her eye as she realized that it was exactly what she had to do.

“ But what if he doesn’t come back?”

Stacy gave her daughter a sympathetic smile. “ Then you’ll know. But honey he is not going to leave you until he knows you’re okay. If he doesn’t come back then at least you’re free.”

Mandy nodded then suppressed a sob. “ I’m gonna miss him.”

The back door opened and Ryley walked inside, wiping his hands on a towel. Mandy immediately wiped her eyes and smiled at him, not very convincingly. Stacy got up and made herself busy with the food.

“ Is everything all right?” he asked.

Mandy nodded. “ Yeah.”

LATER THAT NIGHT

Mandy was doing her best to stifle her moans as she rode Ryley’s cock, thrusting against him with quick, hard motions. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as he tried not to move so the bed wouldn’t make too much noise. He could feel the burning in his cock as his orgasm approached.

The high-pitched whine from Mandy’s throat and the convulsions of her hot sheath around his cock signaled her own. The feel of her pussy milking his cock sent him over the edge. Clenching his teeth, Ryley exploded. His cum shot deep inside of her body, filling her with his seed. 

As the feel of her pussy being filled overwhelmed her, Mandy fell forwards. Ryley wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. He kissed her on the side of her neck, on her ear and then on her forehead before laying his head back. The feel of her body against his filled him with content. He could feel her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

Finally, when she could breathe normally, Mandy slid off him. She let her leg lay across his and rest her head on his shoulder. Her hand rest on his chest, her fingers drawing figures on his skin. 

“ What’s wrong, Amanda?” Ryley asked.

Mandy sighed. “ Don’t call me Amanda,” she said.

Ryley sat up. “ Why not?”

“ I don’t want you to call me that anymore.”

“ Why?” Ryley asked again.

Mandy got up, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from Ryley. “ Not until you can say you love me.”

Ryley opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.

“ When I leave tomorrow to go on tour,” Mandy said. “ I don’t want you to come with me.”

Ryley climbed out of bed and began getting dressed.

“ I love you, Ryley,” Mandy said. “ And I want to be with you. But you have to take care of whatever it is you have to take care of.”

He pulled his boots on and stood up, looking down at Mandy. Walking around the bed, he stood in front of her and held out his hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

Mandy looked up at him for a moment then reached up and pulled him down to her lips. They kissed passionately, their tongues entwined. Ryley placed his hand on the side of her face, caressing her skin. He pulled away though, keeping his eyes closed as he took a step back.

“ I love you, Ryley,” Mandy said, tears falling from her face.

He opened his eyes and smiled. “ I know you do. I want to love you, I do, with all my heart. But you’re right. I have things to take care of. Until I do I don’t deserve you.”

Mandy choked back a sob. “ When I get back from my tour-”

“ When you get back I’ll still be here.”

Mandy shook her head. “ Don’t come back,” she said, her hazel eyes locked on his blue ones. “ Not unless you mean it.”

Ryley lowered his eyes for a moment then looked back at her. Turning around, he picked his Stetson up off Mandy’s dresser. Looking back at Mandy, he smiled then walked out of the room. He sensed Mandy following him as he walked down the hall to the front door.

Stepping out onto the front porch, he shouldered his bag and placed his Stetson on his head. He strode down the steps and onto the driveway. Looking over his shoulder, he stopped in his tracks.

Mandy stood at the front door, the sheet from her bed wrapped around her body, held closed with her one hand. She raised the other and waved at him, her eyes dark behind the glass of the door. Ryley raised his hand and tipped his hat, then walked down the driveway and down the street. The rising sun tinted the eastern sky a light orange as Mandy watched him go.

TWO WEEKS LATER

The high-pitched sound of the Ferrari F550’s engine filled the interior of the car as Ryley screamed around a corner on the deserted streets of LA. His eyes scanned beyond the reach of the car’s headlights, looking for anything that could cause a problem. Beyond his concentration of driving and getting as close as he could to the camera crews set along his route, nothing entered his mind.

There was plenty that should have been on his mind, though. Since leaving Mandy’s house that morning Ryley had thought of little else besides her. He missed her with all his heart, but he couldn’t be sure if he actually loved her. The entire situation was confusing the hell out of him because he had loved Britney and the memory of what happened with her was fresh in his mind.

Besides everything that was going on with his personal life his business was picking up like crazy. Steve, Ryley’s agent, had been getting dozens of phone calls a day requesting Ryley’s services. What was strange was that many of the requests were not for his driving skills.

Several modeling agencies and various clothing designers were calling, asking Ryley to model for them. Mandy’s new video had not come out yet so these requests were based on his spreading reputation in Hollywood and the pictures of him in the tabloids with Mandy. It was all making Ryley uncomfortable to say the least.

Other requests were pouring in to do music videos for several different artists. Apparently the idea of putting high performance cars into videos was catching on like never before. Several video shoots had been set up already, making life rather hectic for both Ryley and TJ.

Pontiac had called as well asking Ryley to join their testing team for their performance car division as the head driver. This was one request that Ryley was seriously considering. From what Steve had said, Pontiac was impressed with the footage that had been provided by Mandy’s representatives. 

Quite simply things had been so insane that Ryley hadn’t had a chance to deal with the issues he knew he must. And as if things couldn’t be any more hectic there was another factor to deal with. This one seemed intent on harassing Ryley to his grave. 


Christina Aguilera, Ryley had learned, was a force to be reckoned with when she wanted something. Steve had informed Ryley that Christina had insisted that Ryley be the one to drive for her video, saying she would pay whatever it took to make it happen. This had bothered Ryley tremendously.

All he had known about Christina was her reputation around Hollywood. She was adamant about getting what she wanted and had made that very obvious to Ryley. The day he had arrived she had sauntered over to him wearing short shorts, a skimpy halter top, a pair of high heeled, cork platform sandal things and every inch of her tan skin showing that was possible.

TJ had been laughing his ass off inside the cab of the eighteen-wheeler as she propped her foot up on the passenger side fuel tank after Ryley had climbed out of the truck. She had smiled her best and flirted with him for a good ten minutes before Ryley said they had a lot of work to do and he would talk to her later. Not one to be brushed off, Christina had watched as he and TJ had unloaded the glistening yellow Ferrari from the trailer. 

She had hung around while they went over the car from top to bottom checking to make sure everything was all right. Then they had pulled the car into the garage of the house that was the base for the video. Christina had then hung around Ryley and TJ all day into the night, eating dinner with them, discussing the video and just talking.

TJ had said to just go ahead and do her. But Ryley didn’t trust the blonde vixen. Everyone in Hollywood knew the incredible affects that Ryley had had on first Britney’s record sales and now Mandy’s. Ryley also knew that Christina’s record sales were lagging behind both of the other starlets significantly.

In Ryley’s opinion Christina was probably trying to start something very public with him in order to boost her sales. He could be mistaken, it had happened before, but the way Christina had engineered the whole situation was a little suspicious. The girl definitely knew how to play to the public. Ryley’s biggest concern was whether or not he could resist her.

Christina was a far cry from both Mandy and Britney. She was a complete wild child. Britney was a little risqué and Mandy was the incredibly gorgeous girl from next door, though in private he knew her to be very intimate, but Christina was a sexual goddess. She knew she was gorgeous, she knew she had a body to die for, but what made her really dangerous was that Christina knew exactly how to use it.

But for the moment, none of this was on Ryley’s mind as he slid the Ferrari into a smoky powerslide around another corner, barely missing the camera crew stationed there. Taking a deep breath, Ryley downshifted and stepped on the brakes, turning into a parking lot. He shut the engine off and stepped out of the car to a chorus of cheers and applause from the group of spectators twenty feet away who had been allowed to watch the filming.

Ryley smiled and waved, tired from being in the car for the past two hours racing endlessly through the streets. As he waved he felt an arm slip around his waist and a female body press against his. Looking down, Ryley saw Christina standing there, smiling at the crowd and waving as well.

“ That was incredible, Ryley,” she said as she turned to look up at him.

“ Thanks,” he replied, his voice low, suspicious.

She frowned. “ What’s wrong?”

Ryley sighed, not wanting to make this girl angry. “ Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“ Maybe you should go back to the house and get some sleep.”

He nodded. “ I will.”

“ Christina,” screamed one of the fans.

“ Go thank your fans,” Ryley said, nodding to the throng of screaming teenagers.

Christina smiled. “ Okay,” she said.

Ryley watched her walk across the parking lot, sweeping her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. He couldn’t resist letting his eyes fall over her incredible ass and shapely legs. Shaking his head, Ryley turned and walked over to the director and crew who were all huddled around a series of small televisions, reviewing the footage.

“ How does it look?” he asked.

“ Its great,” Donovan, the producer said. “ At least for tonight. The LAPD is only closing the streets for three hours and we’re just about out of time.”

Ryley nodded. “ All right, I’m gonna get the car out of here and back to the house.

“ All right, we’ll see you back there,” Donovan replied. He was much straighter than Michael, the director for Mandy’s video, was.

Ryley walked back towards the Ferrari, its yellow finish glistening under the streetlights. He opened the door and was about to climb in.

“ Ryley,” Christina called.

He looked over at her, where she stood opposite the group of fans, waving him over. Too tired to argue, he walked over to her and the group of smiling teenagers.

“ What?” he asked.

Christina smiled. “ They want your autograph.”

Ryley blinked. “ Huh?”

“ Yeah, Mr. Hale,” said a cute little brunette in the front of the group of forty or so kids. “ You’re so cool.”

“ Yeah, Mr. Hale,” Christina mimicked.

He couldn’t help but smile as he reached out and took the pad of paper and marker from the girl. Smiling, he tried to recall the last time he signed an autograph as he scrawled across the paper. Handing it back he took a picture of a Ferrari from another girl and signed that as well. 

The kids just kept handing him things to sign as TJ walked over and stood behind him, smiling in amusement. Christina was also signing autographs, but mostly she was watching Ryley. He could feel her eyes on him, but tried to ignore her.

“ So you were a race car driver, Mr. Hale?” asked a cute blonde who couldn’t have been more than eighteen.

“ Yeah,” he replied. “And call me Ryley.”

“ They called him the sandman,” TJ chipped in.

Christina looked over at him. “ Why the sandman?”

TJ grinned and clapped Ryley on the back. “ Because the way this guy drove it was like everyone else was sleeping. Well that and Earnhardt had already taken the Intimidator.”

Christina smiled and turned back to the crowd.

“ So, Ryley,” said another. “ Are you and Mandy still together?”

Everyone turned and looked at him, including Christina. Ryley had frozen at that question, halfway through signing his name.

“ Well, Mandy’s on tour right now. We’re kind of taking a break for awhile,” he said.

“ So you’re available?” asked the girl, smiling and receiving open-mouthed stares from her friends.

Ryley shook his head. “ You don’t want to go out with me,” he said.

“ Why not?” she asked.

Ryley smiled as he looked down at the girl, then leaned closer to her. “ Because I’m the guy your parents warned you about.

She smiled seductively. “ Maybe, but you still didn’t answer the question.”

Ryley leaned back and looked away.

Christina laughed. “ All right,” she said. “ That’s it for tonight. Thanks for coming everybody. We’ll be back tomorrow night.”

“ Thanks, guys,” Ryley said and turned to walk back to the car.

Christina fell into step beside him. “ Can I ride back with you?” 

He looked down at her. “ Sure,” he said.

They climbed into the car and Ryley started the motor. He backed the car out onto the street and began to head back towards the house. Flashing lights heralded the police barricade blocking the road. The cops moved the barricade aside and waved to Ryley and Christina as they pulled out onto the nearly deserted roads. A flurry of flash bulbs exploding marked the presence of countless paparazzi.

“ Thanks for bailing me out of that question back there,” Ryley said, glancing over at Christina.

She had settled into the seat, her blonde hair catching the lights of passing cars in a picturesque glow. A smile crossed her face as she looked over at him and then rest her elbow on the door and her head on her hand. Ryley turned back to face the road as her sexuality began to shine.

“ No problem,” she replied. “ So are you?”

“ Am I what?”

“ Available?”

Ryley smiled as he guided the five hundred thousand dollar Ferrari through the streets of Los Angeles. 

“ I don’t know, Christina.”

“ Well either you are or you aren’t, sandman.”

He laughed.

“ Do you love her?”

“ Holy shit,” he said. “ You sure are direct.”

Christina reached across the center console and squeezed his leg. “ I don’t have time to fuck around.”

“ What’s your deal? I mean what the hell do you want?”

She smiled. “ I want you. I mean what’s the big deal? I’m a girl, I like sex and honestly I want to fuck you.”

Ryley turned the Ferrari off the road into an alley. He pulled the parking brake on and looked over at her. She leaned closer, her mouth open slightly.

“ Why?” he asked. “ You could have any guy you want, why me?”

She smiled devilishly. “ You’re hot, Ryley,” she said leaning across to within an inch of his face.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 07



It had been a long while since Jack and Tori had played. Even though they saw each other almost daily, there lives had been very busy. They had been together for almost a year now and were happy living a normal life and enjoying the D/s relationship on their own time.

Tori was kneeling on the floor in the loft, naked, staring straight ahead. Her eyes fixed on some imaginary spot on the far wall. Jack stood before her; Tori could tell that he was already aroused by the bulge in his jeans. She tried to keep her focus, but was having a hard time. Jack grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back. "Is there something you want?"

"Your cock, Sir." Tori tried not to wince at the strength of the hair pull.

"Well, you'll just have to wait." He released her hair, and stepped back.

Tori took a quiet deep breath, the anticipation of this evening had been building all day. It had been a long time since she had even gotten a playful swat on her ass, that she was already dripping wet. Jack walked over to the wall and grabbed wrist, ankle cuffs, and a blindfold. He walked back to Tori, and slipped the blindfold on making sure she couldn't see. 

"Give me your wrist." Jack attached the wrist cuffs, making sure she couldn't pull out of them. As he tugged on them to test them, Tori could feel the moisture building between her legs. "Stand up." Jack attached the ankle cuffs to her ankles, again making sure she couldn't pull out of them. Once the ankle cuffs were secure he softly ran his finger up her leg, feeing her moisture that was already there. He carefully guided her across the room to the St. Andrew's cross and attached her wrist and ankles. Tori sighed as the links clicked in place. She could feel the anticipation in the air. They both needed this night. She relaxed against the boards anticipating what he would use on her. She heard the music turn on, and could tell by the music what kind of mood Jack was in. She shivered in anticipation. This kind of music usually meant he was in a little bit of a rough mood, and since it had been so long she was ready for that herself.

She could hear Jack selecting what he would use on her. He would comment under his breath and she had to hold back a giggle listening to him. Jack started with a light weight flogger, to warm up both him and her. His strokes were sure and just hard enough to turn her backside a light shade of pink. After a few minutes of the light flogger he switched to a heavier one. Tori sighed as the sensations went through her body. She started to relax a little more, feeling her tension slip away with each smack of the flogger. Jack switched to a leather strap that he always enjoyed using on her. The first hit was a shock, but then she just let herself feel. She started to drift into that special place Jack always took her when they played. It always left her feeling as if she was floating outside of herself and watching what was happening to her.

"Color?" Jack questioned, as he could tell she was starting to space.

"Green Sir."

Jack continued to use the strap for a few more strokes, and then switched to the paddle. This paddle could be used for just sensation or for a true punishment, the last time he used it on her, it was a punishment. One she didn't forget quickly. This time he didn't use the paddle so harshly, he just used it for some sensation. The first smack from the paddle had her flinching. She knew which paddle he had in his hand. She just hoped it wasn't used the same way it was the last time. She felt the next hit and relaxed, he wasn't going to beat her ass with it this time. 

"Color?"

"Green still, Sir."

Jack continued to paddle her for a few minutes, by now her backside was a nice shade of pink, just starting to turn red. Jack walked close to her and gently stroked his hand down her back. Not wanting to break the contact of the scene, he reached around in front of her. Taking both of her breast in his hands, he began to kneed and pull on them. He knew this was something she enjoyed. He could feel and hear her breathing quicken at his touch. He could smell her scent too. He knew she was very aroused. He continued to pull and pinch, hearing her breathing getting harder, knowing he was sending her farther onto the edge. He leaned close and gently kissed her neck and ear, keeping the contact light. 

Jack reached down and grabbed the nipple clamps he had sitting on the side. Carefully he placed the clamps on her nipples making sure they weren't too tight, but tight enough for her to feel them. He tugged on the chain hanging between them, and smiled at her moan. 

"Yes little one, I know you like that." Jack whispered in her ear. He continued to tug and caress her breast, causing Tori to wiggle a little. Jack continued to touch her while he got out of his jeans. Once he was free of them, he undid her ankles so that he could pull her hips back a little. He slowly entered her from behind, all the while playing with her nipples and breast. He slowly stroked in and out of her, feeling her walls clenching against his hard throbbing cock. He continued to stroke her, getting a little faster and harder. He could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm by her movements. 

"Not yet." he ordered.

"Yes Sir." 

Jack started to pump her harder and faster, causing Tori to be almost flat up against the cross. As Jack started to orgasm he spoke one command to her, "Now." They both came in a long orgasm that left them both gasping. Jack continued to caress her breast and slowly undid the clamps from her nipples. Gently rubbing them as the blood rushed back into them. Tori sagged against the cross, coming down from her orgasm. Jack gently released her wrist and guided her to the saddle. He pushed her forward so she was lying over the saddle. 

"Oh what a lovely site that red backside is over the saddle." Jack laughed as he lightly ran his hand down her back.

"Thank you, Sir." Tori smiled. 

Tori could hear Jack moving around near his toy collection. She wondered what he had in store for her now. She was feeling pleasantly sore, and more relaxed than she had been in a long time. 

Jack walked back to Tori, again running his hand down her back.. He set several things down next to her on the saddle. Jack gently ran the small paint brush down Tori's spine. He watched her shiver as he reached her lower back. He repeated the process back up to her neck. He then proceeded to use the small brush over her entire back. 

When Tori felt the brush run down her back, she couldn't figure out exactly what it was at first. The feeling was soft and almost tickled. It took her a moment to realize it was a small paint brush that he was using on her. This was something that he had never done before. It was a very relaxing sensation. Wherever the brush touched left her skin feeling tingly. 

Jack continued to use the small brush on her back and used a larger brush on her legs. Tori involuntarily opened her legs wider when Jack got close to her inner thighs. Jack gave her a light smack on the ass. "Be Still." He then proceeded to use both brushes on her at the same time, one on her back, the other on her thighs and ass. The one he was using on her thighs and ass he kept teasing her clit with it real lightly making her moan and wiggle. Jack lightly used the handle of the brush to smack her ass. He did this several times leaving small red stripes on her ass. He then continued to tease her clit with the brush, just as she was getting close to the brink he stopped. He ran the brush down her right leg, then back up her left leg. Jack tossed the brushes down and smacked her ass a few times really hard with his bare hand. 

"I think your backside has had enough for the night, you're pretty red here." Jack commented as he helped Tori off the saddle. He wrapped her in his arms and held her. Knowing she would need the comfort and touch. 

"Thank you Sir." Tori whispered as they headed out of the loft.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 07



Ryley swallowed as she leaned past his face. He felt her tongue caress his ear, causing his blood to boil. She moved down the side of his neck to his throat where he felt her teeth nip him lightly.

“ Come on, Ryley,” she breathed. “ I wanna fuck you till you pass out.”

“ Jesus Christ,” Ryley breathed.

Christina laughed. “ He won’t help you now.”

“ Why are you doing this?” he asked.

Christina slid a hand down his chest to the front of his pants. She squeezed his pulsing cock through his jeans. He heard her gasp in delight as she touched him and then rubbed his cock gently, teasingly.

“ Why?” she repeated. “ This is our nature, Ryley. Why deny what we are? We both want this. You and Mandy are separated right now, so what’s the big deal?”

Ryley swallowed as Christina moved lips to within a fraction of an inch of his. Her tongue snaked out and trailed along his lips, leaving a trail of her saliva. He could smell her breath, an intoxicating aroma of some kind of peppermint.

“ The big deal is,” Ryley said, as his hand moved across to touch her bare stomach. “ I don’t trust you.”

Christina groaned. “ What, you think I’m using you to sell records?”

“ You’re not?” he asked.

“ Don’t be so naïve, Ryley,” she said. “ I can sell my records myself. I don’t need you, not for that anyway.”

“ I don’t know, Christina.”

She sighed as his hand slid down to cup her sex through her pants. “ Why won’t you just be what you are, Ryley?”

“ What does that mean?”

She smiled, closing her eyes at the sensations he was causing her. “ There are two things you want to do right now.”

“ What are they?” he asked.

“ First, you want to fuck me, as much as I want to fuck you. Secondly, you want to drive the fucking wheels off this car.”

“ I already did.”

“ No, no cameras, just for you, because you love to drive. So let’s see what you can do,” she said, sitting back, out of his reach.

Ryley smiled and settled back into his seat. Releasing the handbrake, he gunned the motor and dumped the clutch. The Ferrari raced down the narrow alley and out onto the streets. 

Ryley raced the car down the streets, pushing the engine all the way to it’s redline. Christina watched Ryley snapping lightning quick shifts, slamming the shifter through its gates. They raced out of the city, passing cars at breakneck speeds.

They drove all the way out of town until Ryley found himself in a deserted parking lot. He stopped the car, looking at a hill covered in tall grass that swayed in the breeze. Rolling down the windows they could both hear the sounds of crashing waves. Christina looked over at him and smiled.

“ Let’s go for a walk,” she said.

She climbed out of the car and Ryley did the same. He set the alarm and pocketed the keys. Christina walked across the parking lot and up a small trail to the top of the hill. Ryley followed her down to the beach.

He watched her kick off her sandals and stride out to the water, wading out to her ankles. She kicked her foot out, sending an arch of water into the air. Ryley smiled as he watcher her. Maybe Christina was telling him the truth. 

If she was telling him the truth than all she wanted was to have sex. It wasn’t an offer you got very often, all cut and dry like that. Christina had the body of a goddess and the attitude of a sex addict. All in all she was irresistible, at least for a one night stand, he didn’t think she was the kind of girl that was ready for a relationship.

“ Well, what can it hurt?” Ryley mused to himself.

Christina turned to him. “ Come here,” she said, beckoning with her finger.

He shook his head. “ No way, kid. I’m a cowboy, we do our best work on dry land.”

She smiled and walked up the beach towards him. Ryley smiled as she stepped into his arms and their lips met. Immediately her tongue was in his mouth, and he did the same to her. He ran his hands up her back and into her hair, tangling his fingers in her golden locks and pulling her mouth against his.

Christina’s hands slid down his back to squeeze his ass, making Ryley jump and she giggled at that. Then she reached around in front of him and pulled his shirt out of his pants and then undid the catch at the waistband of his jeans and pulled his zipper down. Her hand snaked under the waistband of his pants and found his throbbing organ. She moaned appreciatively into his mouth as she wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking.

Ryley reached between them and slid his hand under the waistband of her mesh pants. Sliding his finger under her panties he found a baby smooth mound and the top of her opening. Christina sighed and pushed her hips against him as he slid a finer along the length of her moistening slit. He smiled and sucked her tongue into his mouth as his finger slipped into her hole.

Christina moaned, grinding her mound against his hand and stroking him harder. Ryley moved his finger, slowly, in and out of her tight box and stroked her clit with his thumb. She removed her hand from his boxers and pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the sand. A strapless, black satin bra encased her nicely shaped breasts, but quickly joined her T-shirt as Christina pulled that off as well.

Her tits weren’t very large, but they were nicely shaped with beautiful nipples that were already hard and jutting out half an inch. Ryley took her left tit in his hand and lowered his mouth to her light brown nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and then biting it lightly. Christina threw her head back, moaning long and loud as he moved to her right breast, repeating the process.

Groaning with need, she dropped to her knees. Ryley didn’t have a chance to react, immediately his cock was in her mouth. Christina wasted no time in sucking hard, flicking her tongue all around his shaft as she guided more and more of his meat into her mouth. Then as Ryley watched, she swallowed his entire cock, his head slipping down her throat.

Ryley groaned and grabbed onto the back of her head, holding her in place. The feel of her throat trying to swallow his raging hard on was indescribable. Christina hummed around his cock, her tongue snaking out to tickle his balls. After a few more seconds, she pulled her head back, his cock leaving her throat as she licked all the way back out to the end. 

That was enough for Ryley, he dropped to his knees and grabbed Christina behind the knees. He pulled her legs out from under her, dropping her onto her back. She squealed in delight and raised her legs so Ryley could pull her pants and panties off. Tossing them aside, he grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Immediately he tongued the silver ring that pierced her labia, causing Christina to squirm in delight.

The heady aroma of her box filled his senses as he mercilessly went right for her clit with his tongue. His hand slid up her ass and he slid his pointer and middle fingers into her pussy. After thrusting them in and out a few times, lubricating them with her juices, he pulled his pointer finger out of her pussy and slid it into her ass. He began finger fucking her pussy withone finger and her asshole with the other.

“ Oh God, Ryley,” Christina moaned. “ Just like that.”

Her hands grabbed onto his head as he continued to tongue her clit. Her hips bucked under him and he thrust his fingers harder and faster. Christina moaned, her breathing ragged as a flood of her juices coated his fingers and trickled into her ass. Pushing Ryley’s head away she crawled up onto her hands and knees, waving her ass back and forth in front of Ryley’s face.

He got up on his knees and guided his cock to her waiting love canal. Slowly, the head of his cock split her lips, sinking into her tight, wet snatch. Christina moaned as Ryley engorged, throbbing cock filled her pussy, stretching her lips tightly around him. She reached back and played with her clit as he sank all nine inches of his cock as deeply as he could inside of her. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes filled with lust.

“ Fuck me, Ryley,” she breathed heavily. “ Now.”

Ryley withdrew his cock and then slammed back into her. Christina screamed in pleasure, throwing her head back, her mouth wide open and her eyes squeezed shut. He withdrew again, and again slammed back into her.

Ryley reached forwards and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, causing her back to arch. He began to fuck her hard and fast. Christina absolutely loved it. She thrust back against him, moaning and crying for more. Ryley guessed that she liked it rough and used her hair to pull her back to meet his violent motions. 

As he fucked her he reached around her with his other hand and grabbed her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples. Christina’s pussy squeezed and milked his cock in an indescribable way, shaking and massaging his cock in a rhythmic motion. Ryley let her hair go, causing her to fall forwards onto the sand and he seized her hips.

Using her narrow waist for leverage he sawed his cock in and out of her dripping snatch. Christina’s entire body shook with their motions, her muscles clenching and releasing in sexual joy. A sweat broke out over her body, making her skin glisten under the light of the moon.

The salt air seemed to energize Ryley to no end and he fucked her at a pace he hadn’t known he was capable of. His eyes took in the sight of her glorious body before him, recording every detail for future reference. He knew the feel of her pussy would be one he would never forget as she came long and hard. Her tight pussy squeezed him even tighter, making his cock burn with an urge to explode, but not yet.

Christina looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Reaching back, she grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. Ryley could see the puckered opening of her ass. Even before she said it, he knew what she wanted.

“ Cum in my ass, Ryley,” Christina ordered. “ Fuck my ass till you cum.”

Ryley pulled his cock out of her tight pussy and grabbed the shaft. He pressed the head of his cock, which was coated in her juices against her asshole. Pushing forwards, his cock forced her asshole in, stretching the skin across her ass piano string tight. 

Suddenly his cock popped into her ass. Christina moaned and pushed back against him. Ryley’s cock moved inexorably deeper into her ass, filling her bowels. Christina could feel his cock in her stomach, he was so large. It felt like someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass and she loved every inch of it.

Finally, Ryley was buried balls deep in her ass. The feel of her tight, hot ass squeezing his cock was heavenly. Slowly, he pulled out, just a few inches, because he was close to cumming and then slammed back into her. Christina squealed in ecstasy at the feelings he was causing her.

Ryley began to ass fuck Christina using short, quick thrusts. He could feel the churning, boiling feel of his cum starting to roil in his balls. His vision blurred with the feel of his impending orgasm. Grabbing Christina’s hips he jerked her body back and forth on his cock, urgently trying to enhance the feelings he was having.

Christina clawed the sand with her fingers, clenching her teeth in the most incredibly pleasurable, painful experience of her life as she felt his cock expanding. Then she could feel it begin to throb. Ryley moaned and she could feel his cock jerk inside of her, spewing the first, huge load of cum into her ass. 

She swore she could hear the roar of his cum flooding her bowels as he forced her hips to the sand. The angle allowed him to thrust straight down into her ass as his cock continued to pour cum inside of her. Christina thought his orgasm would never end. His cock just kept erupting, unloading rope after rope of his seed.

Finally, though, Ryley collapsed on top of her, his cock still firmly lodged in her ass. His body pressed against hers, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She smiled at the feel of her cum filled ass still holding his large cock. 

Ryley brushed her hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her there, licking some of the sweat away and tasting her. He sat back, his cock slipping from her ass and he kissed all the way down her spine to the small of her back. He rolled her onto her back and kissed all the way from her pubic mound, between her breasts to her lips.

Christina held onto the back of his head as their tongues entwined. She moaned contentedly as exhaustion began to overtake her. Ryley must have sensed this because he helped her get dressed then he himself got dressed.

She was drifting off to sleep and felt Ryley carry her up the beach and set her in the Ferrari. The next thing she knew he was carrying her through the house they were all staying at. He walked into her room and pulled back the covers, laying her on the bed.

Gently, he removed her clothes and pulled the sheets back up over her body. She drifted off to sleep, her body sore from their lovemaking. When she awoke some hours later the sun was just coming up, tinting the windows orange.

Throwing back the covers, she went to the door and opened it slightly. When she was sure no one was in the hallway Christina crossed the carpeted floor and opened the door to Ryley’s room. He was asleep in bed, his chest rising and falling evenly.

Walking across the floor, she pulled back the covers and slid into bed alongside him. She pulled the blankets over her shoulders and draped her leg over his, placing her head on his chest. Her hand slid down his stomach to rest on his semi-erect cock. He stirred in his sleep then opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Christina smiled up at him, her blonde hair all disheveled and looking to Ryley amazingly attractive. He ran his hand up her back and around her neck. He brushed her hair away from her ear, revealing the many diamond studs adorning the lobe. Leaning down he kissed her on the tip of her nose, eliciting an eye closing smile of appreciation from Christina as he studied the diamond stud in her right nostril.

“ You’re one in a million, Christina,” he said.

She smiled. “ I know.”

Ryley smiled at her arrogance.

“ You know, Ryley you’re like a legend after last night.”

He looked down at her. “ And why is that?”

She kissed him on the cheek. “ Because now, you’re the only to guy to have slept with the Incredible Three.”

Ryley laughed. “ The incredible three?”

“ That’s what underground Hollywood calls Britney, Mandy and me. Of course no one really knows you slept with all three of us. Though I’m sure people will speculate.”

Ryley remembered the paparazzi from the police barricade last night. They had all seen Christina and him very clearly.

“ Shit,” he moaned. “ What am I going to say to Mandy?”

Christina laughed. “ Nothing.”

“ Nothing?”

“ Exactly. If she asks then all you say is that you gave me a ride home, we hung out, talked, I don’t care. Don’t tell her the truth.”

Ryley caressed Christina’s smooth shoulder. “ That’s not right.”

“ Ryley, you guys are separated. You can do whatever you want. And one day when the time is right maybe you guys will get back together. But if you deny yourself happiness then you’re only cheating yourself,” Christina explained.

He smiled. “ You know, Christina, you’re really easy to talk to.”

She smiled. “ Ryley, you know what you need?” she asked.

“ I don’t know, what?” 

Christina looked up at him. “ A friend.”

“ A friend?”

“ Yeah, you know, someone to talk to. And I’m guessing you don’t have many friends that are girls.”

He shook his head. “ Not really.”

“ Well then how about me?”

Ryley smiled. “ Just friends, huh?”

“ Well,” Christina said. “ Friends with benefits.”

He nodded as Christina threw the covers back and slid down his body, smiling and nipping him playfully along the way. Ryley moaned as her tongue made contact with the head of his cock. She sucked him into her mouth, licking along the entire underside of his shaft before deep throating him.

Ryley moaned at the incredible sensations, his hands finding hers and squeezing. Christina slid her mouth off his cock and took it in her hand as she slid back up his body, sitting up straight and straddling his waist. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as Ryley looked down to watch her lower her moist snatch onto his waiting cock. He drew a sharp intake of breath as he watched her seemingly impale herself on him.

The feel of her tight, glove-like pussy engulfing his cock was overwhelming. He could feel every inch of her as his throbbing erection filled her. Christina’s pussy squeezed him mercilessly, coating his shaft with her slick juices.

He brought his hands to her waist and guided her as she began to thrust up and down on his shaft. Ryley could see his shaft filling her pussy, causing her mound to bulge out at his invasion. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations Christina’s body was causing him.

“ Jesus Christ, Ryley,” she moaned. “ This is so fucking hot.”

Ryley decided he could definitely use a friend like Christina. She was someone he could talk to about anything. Someone he could confide in about Mandy and everything else. And he trusted without a doubt that she could be discrete about their ‘friendship.’

Christina came with a shaking, body trembling scream. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, damn near skinning him. His cock erupted, filling her pussy with his white hot seed. Quickly, he sat up to suck her nipple into his mouth in order to stifle his moans as his cock jerked and spit his cum inside her quivering snatch. He thrust up into her body, holding onto her shoulders to forcer her further down his cock, pressing his balls into her ass.

Finally they both fell back onto the bed, panting and sweating but both equally satisfied.

“ No bullshit?” Ryley asked as he stroked Christina’s still heaving back.

She nodded, licking his ear. “ No bullshit, Ryley. Just friends. Friends that talk, friends that go out to places and friends that fuck.”

Ryley grabbed her hair and turned her face to his. “ Sealed with a kiss?” he asked.

Christina smiled, flashing pearly white teeth, her eyes sparkling at his. She nodded slowly, then closed her eyes and moved her lips to his. They kissed tenderly for a moment then Christina lowered her face to his chest and closed her eyes. Ryley slid his hands down her body and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Christina swiveled her hips, causing his cock to move inside her pussy. Unbelievably Ryley felt himself getting hard again. Christina giggled and turned her head, taking the skin of Ryley’s throat between her teeth. He moaned at her act as she leaned back and sat up, grinding her hips into his. She licked her lips and moved her hands to her breasts.

She threw her head back, her long blonde hair reaching down to Ryley’s thighs. His cock swelled inside her pussy, filling and stretching her again. It didn’t seem possible but they were about to fuck once more.

“ You know, Christina,” he said as his hands went to her waist. His eyes lingered on the diamond stud in her belly button for a moment. “ Having you as a friend might kill me.”

Christina giggled, then bit her lower lip and moaned. “ What are friends for?” she asked.

For the moment at least, Ryley's mind was no longer on Christina. Maybe he just needed more friends like her. But then his friends definitely would be the death of him. No, Mandy could wait for awhile.

Let me know what you guys think. Email me and let me know what you think about this relationship. As I was writing this chapter I realized just how different Ryley’s character is from Christina. In real life Christina seems to be a complete wild child. I went with that idea. Do any of you think there’s a future for these two? Like I’ve said I don’t have everything written in stone. All I can tell you is that eventually Ryley will settle down with one girl. Which one that will be is still up in the air. So let me know who you would like that girl to be. But don’t worry there will be quite a few more chapters before this story is finished. The Cowboy



The Cowboy Way Ch. 08



First let me apologize for misspelling ‘the’ in the title of chapter 7, I’m an idiot. Thank you for your comments; I encourage you to keep sending them. As for the emails saying you want to see Ryley and Britney get back together I give no quarter right now about whether she will return for good, but she will return. Remember this is The Cowboy Way, not Britney’s Way, though she seems to get her way in real life. Nevertheless, enjoy this chapter I appreciate all your feedback and most of all your votes, keep voting. I am granting a request from the feedback and giving you Angelina Jolie, enjoy. The Cowboy

The ringing of the telephone shattered Ryley’s dreams. Groggily, he climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of mesh pants then staggered across the hotel room to the dresser. He picked up the phone and placed it to his ear, stifling a yawn as he did so.

“ Hello?” 

“ Mr. Hale, this is the front desk. Will you accept a call?” asked the person on the line.

Ryley looked at his watch. It was seven-thirty in the morning.

“ Yeah,” he croaked, his voice a deep baritone from sleeping.

There was a pause on the line and then a click.

“ Hello?” said a female voice.

Ryley’s heart skipped a beat. “ Mandy?”

“ Yeah,” said Mandy, her sweet, silky voice flowing into his head and waking him up in an instant.

Ryley glanced over at the bed, Christina’s long blonde hair cascading from under the blankets.

“ How are you?” he asked, as he sat down in a chair next to the dresser.

“ I’m okay,” she replied. “ How are you?”

He smiled. “ I’m good. How’s the tour going?”

It had been almost a month since she had left on her cross-country tour.

“ Great. I forgot how incredible it feels to be up on stage with people screaming your name,” Mandy said, her voice bubbly with excitement.

“ I can imagine,” he said with a smile, trying to picture what she looked like at the moment. “ Where are you?”

“ Dallas.”

“ You like it there?” he asked.

She paused for a moment. “ Yeah, it’s really nice.”

“ Good.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence on the line, as neither of them knew what to say next. Ryley could picture her fidgeting, wherever she was. He pretty much knew what was coming, but waited for her to bring it up.

“ Ryley,” she continued. “ I was calling because I saw something in the papers.”

“ Oh?” he asked.

Ryley could hear the shuffling of papers. “ There’re pictures in a bunch of the tabloids of you and Christina.”

“ Yeah, I saw them.”

Mandy paused. “ What’s going on, Ryley?”

Her question was simple, direct and so was Ryley’s response.

“ We’re just friends.”

“ Uh huh,” Mandy said, unconvinced.

“ Yeah, Mandy. We’re just friends. I drove for her new video and we got to talk. We get along really well and we decided to hang out.”

“ So you went shopping together?” Mandy asked, her tone bordering on accusatory.

Ryley smiled, a heartwarming glow spreading through him over the fact that Mandy was very jealous.

“ She needed somebody to carry her bags for her.”

“ Ryley, be serious.”

“ I am,” he replied. “ Look, Mandy. If you don’t want me to even hang out with any other girls you just say the word right now. I won’t even look at another girl.”

She paused. “ No, Ryley. It’s not that, but I know Christina. She’s very . . . seductive.”

“ Tell me about it.”

Mandy didn’t say a word.

“ Mandy, listen . . . are you jealous?”

“ Absolutely not!” she said, almost yelling. Then there was silence and a very long sigh. “ Yes, I am. I miss you, Ryley.”

Ryley felt like his chest was caving in. “ I miss you too,” he said, his voice wavering with emotion. “ I want to see you, but we definitely need this break right now. You were right.”

“ I know,” she responded.

“ Mandy, if you need to talk, just call my cell phone, all right? Any time, day or night, all right?”

“ Okay.”

Ryley stood up and looked out the window. “ I will see you again. But there are some things I need to sort out.”

“ I know.”

“ So do you feel better now?” he asked.

“ Yeah, I do.”

“ All right, you call me again, okay?”

“ All right, bye, Ryley.”

“ Bye, Mandy,” he said, and then waited until she had hung up the phone before setting his back in the cradle.

Ryley turned around and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. While the shower warmed up he brushed his teeth and flossed, examining his reflection in the mirror. He needed a haircut and he would have to trim his goatee, it was getting a little too long.

Dropping his pants to floor, he stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. He let the water run over his muscular body, cleaning him and waking him up. He shampooed his hair, rubbing the girly stuff that Christina had brought through his light brown hair. After washing it out, he was about to shut off the shower and leave when someone else opened the curtain.

“ What’re you doing?” Christina asked. “ Trying to sneak outta here without saying goodbye?”

Ryley smiled. “ I would never do that. If I did that I wouldn’t be a very good friend now would I?”

Christina smiled and glanced down at his semi-erect cock. “ Ryley, you could forget my name and still be a good friend.”

He laughed. “ Then why don’t we skip the conversation and get right down to the friendship,” he suggested.

“ Yes, let’s.”

Christina pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Ryley pulled her body against his and turned them around, letting the water cascade over Christina’s body. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss as Ryley’s cock surged with blood and pressed against Christina’s stomach.

She moaned as he reached down between them and began to caress her slit. He felt her pussy opening under his touch, spreading her moisture on his finger. Smiling through their kiss he took hold of the ring that pierced her outer lip and tugged on it lightly. Christina’s hips bucked against him and her juices flooded his hand.

She placed her foot up on the ledge of the shower, opening her legs wide for Ryley as he bent at the knees. Christina reached down and guided his cock to her lips, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Ryley lowered his mouth to her breast and took her nipple into his mouth.

In one quick motion Ryley forced his cock to the hilt inside of Christina’s tight snatch. She threw her head back under the shower and screamed in pleasure, her pussy convulsing around Ryley’s shaft. He squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in the intense feel of her hot, velvet sheath wrapped around him.

Christina’s chest heaved with her strangled gasps as she clawed at the walls, finally reaching up and wrapping her hands around the showerhead. Ryley grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off her feet. Pinning her against the wall, Ryley began to thrust inside of her. 

The feel of the hot membrane of her pussy sucking on his cock every time he withdrew was making his eyes roll back in his head. Christina used her hold on the showerhead and her position against the wall as leverage to thrust her pussy on his cock, matching his strokes. 

Seeing Christina’s lithe body, every muscle standing out against her skin, pressed against the wall was overwhelming. Her entire body moved with their thrusts and the sound of her moans and whimpers as Ryley drove his cock into her pussy was an incredible experience. The water from the shower ran over her body, making her shine in an otherworldly way.

The water made their bodies slide against the other’s as they reached towards orgasm. Her long legs were draped over his hips, her heels digging into his thighs, urging him to go deeper and faster. Ryley obliged, hammering her tight, gripping snatch with reckless abandon.

Their bodies made a wet, slapping sound every time he thrust into her. Lowering his mouth to her throat, Ryley sucked on Christina’s skin, feeling her pulse in her throat, her heart racing. He could feel his balls beginning to burn and he thrust harder and faster.

The stream of obscenities flowing from Christina’s mouth was music to his ears. Her voice echoed in his head, her high pitched whines piercing his senses. She was without a doubt one of the most incredible women he had ever had the opportunity to fuck. Christina was a complete maniac when it came to sex, the likes of which she never seemed to get enough of.

Ryley moaned into her throat and thrust as deeply as he could into her. Christina released the showerhead, and wrapped her arms tightly around Ryley’s back. She could feel his cock expanding inside of her, trembling as it grew and grew, ready to explode. He pressed his hips into hers, pushing her against the wall so hard, Christina thought the tiles would break.

Suddenly, his cock exploded. Christina moaned into Ryley’s ear, the feel of his hot seed filling her triggered her orgasm. She shook in his arms, her hips bucking against him. She felt his load filling her beyond what she could hold. It forced its way out around his shaft and ran down to Christina’s ass to drip down into the shower.

She struggled to regain her breath as Ryley trembled in her arms, his breathing also ragged. The water continued to pour over both of them, helping to cool their overheated bodies. Slowly, Christina lowered her feet to the floor and Ryley pulled out of her, his cock leaving her pussy with a wet, sucking sound.

Already, Christina could sense Ryley was going to leave. They had spent a lot of time together over the past few weeks, working around both their schedules. It had been clear from the beginning that neither of them wanted a romantic relationship with the other.

That was the way she liked it, Christina reminded herself as Ryley turned her around so her back was to him. She smiled as he tenderly began to wash her hair for her, his fingers running across her scalp, causing her to sigh. Christina would miss him though; he was the best lover she had ever had.

Another peculiar aspect about Ryley was that he seemed completely undaunted by status. Not once since they had met had Ryley ever said anything about her being such a big celebrity. Usually everyone was so freaked out about what she was that they forgot Christina was just a girl.

Ryley finished rinsing out her hair and bent his face down to place a kiss on the side of Christina’s throat. She reached over her shoulder and caressed his cheek, then turned her head and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She pushed him away, playfully and shut off the shower.

They stepped out of the tub and each took towels from the rack. After drying off, they walked back into the room and began getting dressed. Christina watched as Ryley pulled on his jeans then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on socks and boots. She watched his lean, muscular upper body rippling as he stood up and pulled on a T-shirt.

“ I have to go, Christina,” Ryley said.

She sighed. “ I know. Where are you headed?”

“ Uh . . . Montana,” he replied as he stuffed a few items of clothes into his duffel bag.

“ What are you doing?”

Ryley turned to her and smiled. “ There’s some film they’re shooting out there.”

“ What film?”

“ I think it’s Tomb Raider 2.”

Christina giggled. “ You know who’s in that don’t you?”

Ryley smirked at her as he picked up his black Stetson. “ Yeah I know.”

“ You’ll like her,” Christina cooed, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed Christina on the cheek. “ Call me, Christina.”

“ I will,” she called as Ryley walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

THREE DAYS LATER

Ryley tried to remember the last time he had done any serious four wheeling as the Land Rover Defender 90 went airborne off the top of a huge hill. For a few moments, the desolate, far reaching Badlands were laid out before his eyes. The sun reflected off the red, dusty hills and rocks with a harsh glare.

The Land Rover sailed through the air, its engine roaring, until gravity took over and the vehicle crashed back to earth. Ryley took the truck on a precarious, headlong dash down the steep face of the hill he had just jumped. Nearing the bottom, he spun the wheel and gunned the motor, sending the truck sideways onto a dried up riverbed.

Next to him another, similar vehicle, this one yellow, pulled even with him. That truck was driven by TJ, who gave Ryley the thumbs up sign. Ryley waved back and then cut right at the designated point and roared up another hill. TJ did the same, slightly behind and to the right. 

Accelerating up the trail they felt their stomachs enter their mouths as they went airborne in a cloud of dust and debris. Ryley looked over the side of the truck and saw the camera crew below them, ducking to avoid being pelted with rocks. It was a surreal feeling seeing the crew underneath them and it gave Ryley goose bumps.

Once again the trucks slammed back to earth. This time they slowed down to a more comfortable pace as they turned onto a well worn trail. Looking back, Ryley saw the chase vehicles stopping to pick up the camera crews and their equipment. He turned back to look through the windshield as TJ took up a position behind him.

They drove for another five minutes before coming to a pretty desolate, two-lane road. Next to the road, occupying an old campground was a group of about two dozen trailers and RV’s. TJ and Ryley parked the trucks and climbed from the driver’s seats. 


Immediately, they both pulled off their helmets and wiped sweat from their faces. The temperature was hovering around a hundred and ten in the sun, which beat down relentlessly upon the gleaming trailers. Ryley tossed the helmet back in the truck and followed TJ over to a large black RV.

They opened the door and stepped inside, the blast of cold air from the air-conditioners a welcome relief. A group of six people were gathered at the front of the RV, staring intently at a set of video monitors. Ryley opened the refrigerator and pulled out tow bottles of water, handing one to TJ.

Opening the bottles they each upended theirs and drank almost the entire thing. Breathing a sigh of relief, TJ turned towards the front of the trailer and quickly elbowed Ryley, who turned to look. He smiled, for what was probably the hundredth time in three days, at what he saw.

Angelina Jolie was sitting on the leather couch along the wall, her long, tan legs laid across the entire length. She was twisted in her seat, watching the monitor along with the director, producers and screenwriter. Almost every inch of her legs was visible since she was only wearing a pair pf short, black spandex workout short. Her upper body, toned, tan and delicious was overshadowed by her incredible breasts, which were thrust out from her position against a skimpy, white halter-top.

Angelina’s long dark hair was pulled dramatically back from her face in a ponytail that reached down to her ass. She turned to look back at them as the men next to her straightened up. Her blue eyes sparkled devilishly as a small smile crept over her face. Ryley appreciated the pure sexual power that Angelina exuded.

“ You guys look hot,” she commented.

TJ and Ryley glanced at each other. It was a loaded comment; they both knew that, the only question was who would fire back. Ryley nodded to TJ, who smiled wickedly and turned back to Angelina.

“ Yeah, so do you.”

She smiled. Ryley was mesmerized by the pure predatory nature of this woman. Angelina hadn’t said so much as a hello when they arrived there a few days ago. She had merely launched into a playful, drawn out game of flirting. 

Unlike any woman Ryley had ever come across Angelina, was a pure sexual predator. Her face, with those piercing eyes, and full pouting lips could make you wither or rejoice depending on the gaze she cast on you. Falling under her spell was not hard; breaking it would probably be another matter all together.

“ Why thank you,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr in the confines of the RV.

Ryley shook his head and grinned as she stood up, stretching her five foot seven inch body. She walked towards them, her gaze flickering back and forth from Ryley to TJ. Deciding to let TJ enjoy the moment alone, Ryley winked at Angelina and walked back outside.

He zigged and zagged his way through the maze of trailers until he reached his own. Opening the door, he stepped into the stifling hot confines. His air conditioner had called it quits the first day out there. This meant Ryley had to spend most of his time during the day outside, where at least an occasional breeze would move the air around him.

His nights were spent in a sleeping bag on the roof of the trailer, gazing up at the stars. The desert night was much cooler than the day, making it more than comfortable to sleep under the stars. The air at night was filled with the sound of animals coming out for a night of foraging and hunting. And the most unearthly sound was that of coyotes in the distance, calling to each other across the desert.

This had also allowed him a unique and unforeseen view. From his spot on top of the trailer he could see directly into the RV occupied by Angelina. The first night there he had been shocked to see her clearly through the windows of the rig.

He had lain there, poised like a hawk watching its prey. She had moved around the interior, speaking with someone on a cell phone and then reading through a stack of papers that Ryley assumed was the script. At one point she had looked up right at Ryley.

Holding his breath, he waited to see what she would do, but apparently she hadn’t seen him. She stood up and walked into the back of the RV, turning on the lights in the bedroom, illuminating a bed with black sheets. In one swift motion, she let her black silk robe fall from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.

Angelina’s body was one of perfection. Her sensuous curves were dominated by her incredible 36C breasts, which were topped by large, dark nipples. She then sat down on the bed, giving Ryley a clear view of her mound, which had a very neatly trimmed line of dark hair. The number of tattoos on her body surprised and intrigued him. Ryley watched with a growing erection as she produced a bottle of skin lotion and began rubbing it all over her body.

Her hands went from her throat, down her chest to her breasts where they lingered for quite awhile. Ryley had reached down to begin stroking himself as he watched her incredible orbs moving under her hands. Then her hands went down her stomach onto her thighs and down her legs. Ryley watched eagerly as she remained bent over at the waist, rubbing her legs.

When she sat back up, she ran her hands up the insides of her legs. Reaching her thighs, she spread her legs open wide. Her hands slid up the inside of her thighs and right to her pussy. Ryley gaped as she began to rub her slit, sliding a finger in and out of her hole. His strokes matched her rhythm as she leaned back on one hand and continued to finger fuck herself.

Ryley could see her rubbing her clit with her thumb as she slipped another finger inside of her with the first. He could see her body beginning to tremble, her mouth open in a suppressed scream. Angelina’s hips began to buck, her breasts heaving in time with her increased breathing.

Then she threw her head back and Ryley could hear her moans a she came. Her entire body shook, each muscle standing out clearly in her legs and stomach. She closed her legs around her hand, holding her own fingers inside her. At that same moment Ryley had cum as well, his load coating his hand.

He shook his head at himself, his teenage behavior making him feel like a dirty man. As he continued to watch Angelina, she sat back up, her mouth still open, her hair a disheveled mess. Ryley watched in awe as she brought her fingers, the ones that had just been buried in her snatch up to her face. He could clearly see her juices glistening on her fingers as she slowly sucked them into her mouth.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 08



Ryley thought he was going to pass out as he watched Angelina close her eyes in delight as she licked her juices off her fingers. Then she slid her fingers back out of her mouth, pulling her lower lip out slightly and then looked right at Ryley. He knew then that she had known he was there the entire time.

From then on Angelina and he had been playing a game. Ryley knew he was going to fuck her eventually. If he wanted to, all he had to do was say it. That fact was what made him continue the game. He could tell she enjoyed it and for his part Ryley was having fun as well. Opening the refrigerator he took out another bottle of water and thought yet again what it would be like to fuck Angelina. He had no doubt it would be an incredible experience.

“ I just hope I live through it,” Ryley said to himself.

As if in answer to his thoughts he heard someone speaking. Turning around, he looked out the window and saw something that made him jealous as all hell. 

Angelina was leading walking backwards, leading a smiling TJ towards her RV. Ryley watched as she leaned up against the large black bus and pulled TJ to her. She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around the back of his legs. Ryley could clearly see TJ grinding himself against her as she reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him against her.

TJ buried his face against her throat and Angelina moaned. She opened her eyes and looked right at Ryley. An evil smile spread across her face as she reached over and opened the door to her bus. Unbelievably, she winked right at Ryley, and then walked into the RV with TJ.

Ryley shook his head. He wasn’t jealous of TJ. TJ was his best friend and he should have a chance to be with some of these women, just like Ryley. What pissed him off was that Angelina was only doing TJ to piss off Ryley. It was working too. Now he couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“ I’m gonna fuck her till she passes out,” Ryley said, smiling to himself. He was amazed how much he wanted to do her.

THE NEXT DAY

Rain pounded on the roof of the trailer and thunder rumbled in the skies overhead. Ryley looked out the window of his trailer at the near flooded campground around his trailer. It had been raining like this for about twelve hours with no sign of letting up. 

Filming had obviously been cancelled and everyone was either in their trailers or had made the long drive to the nearest town for some entertainment. Ryley had elected to stay in his trailer, declining TJ, who had been grinning like a fool, who said that he was going into town with the other guys. Ryley had made an excuse about needing to go over some paperwork.

There was no paperwork. All he did was drive cars. Ryley was hanging around because he knew that today would be the day something was going to happen. But since TJ had left, Ryley hadn’t seen anyone else. He wasn’t sure Angelina was even there anymore.

Shaking his head, Ryley stared out at the rain. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming urge. Opening the door to his trailer, he stepped outside. Immediately he was soaked to the bone. His clothes lasted for about a second before becoming flooded.

The rain pounded against him in huge drops, the water cool and clean. He walked out into the middle of the area created by his trailer, Angelina’s RV and another trailer. Leaning his head back, he opened his mouth, letting the water drip inside. He swallowed a mouthful, the crisp water refreshing.

Reaching up, he ran his hands through his hair ringing the water back across his scalp. He could feel the water running down his back and right into his boxers. The feeling was strange but not unpleasant. Suddenly, he could sense her presence.

He couldn’t explain it, but something was telling him he wasn’t alone. Turning around he saw her not five feet away. The look she was giving him made it all too clear why he had felt her presence. She had the look of a hunter, Ryley was the prey and his primitive survival instincts had kicked in.

She stood there in the rain, her eyes locked on his. The rain had her long hair plastered over her shoulders and covered her entire body, just like his. Her clothes, in their soaked state, did nothing to hide her curves. Angelina’s dark nipples were clearly visible on her large breasts through the white, spaghetti string top she wore.

Already her chest was heaving, her mouth slightly open and her lower lip protruding in her classic, pouting manner. Ryley grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, letting it fall to the puddles of water around him. Angelina smiled wickedly as she took in his well-defined upper body.

Angelina took a step forwards, her hand reaching out to his chest. Ryley smiled, then grabbed her hand and spun her around, forcing her arm up behind her back, not enough to hurt, but enough to show her he knew her game. She gasped, then look over her shoulder at him, a smile playing on her lips.

“ I know your game, Angelina,” Ryley said into her ear.

He ran his hand around her waist and under the waistband of her spandex running shorts. Not wasting time Ryley reached down and cupped her sex in his hand, smiling at the warmth and moisture there. Angelina gasped, and a sound emanated from her throat that Ryley could only call a purr.

“ If we’re going to play it,” she said. “ Then call me Angie.”

Ryley removed his hands from her shorts and slid it up her stomach and across her breasts. He wrapped his fingers gently around her throat and guided her mouth to his. Her full lips met his and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Her tongue seemed to be alive as it squirmed inside his mouth, making his knees go weak.

In his weakened state Angelina reached between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Ryley grimaced and released her as she squeezed hard enough to show him she quite literally had him by the balls. She turned around, and looked up at him, biting her lower lip in barely suppressed joy.

“ Very nice, Ryley.”

He smiled then reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt in his hand. Angelina smiled as he pulled her to him. She squeezed him harder with the intent of making him let go, but he ignored the slight pain. When her body was pressed to his, he placed his other hand on her ass and with the one holding her shirt, pulled it over her head.

Angelina’s incredible breasts were now bared to the rain and they pressed against his chest. He looked down at the tattoos on her stomach, the one on her shoulder and the quote tattooed on the arm that was squeezing his cock. Ryley squeezed her ass, which was pleasantly hard under his touch.

“ No fair,” Angelina pouted.

Ryley smiled. “ I never said I was fair, Angie.”

“ You never said much to me.”

“ We never had to say a word did we?” he asked. “ We both wanted this from moment one.”

Angelina opened his pants and pulled his cock out into the rain. She used the moisture to slide her hand over his burning erection.

“ No, we didn’t need to say anything.”

With that said, she dropped to her knees right in the middle of the puddle they were standing in. Ryley kept his eyes on Angelina as she stroked his cock, which was at eye level with her, with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other. He moaned as she leaned closer, licking the head of his cock.

Ryley placed one hand on the back of her head as she wrapped her full lips around his shaft, sucking the head pf his cock into her mouth. He groaned at the hot vacuum created by her lips and the feel of her tongue caressing him. She sucked as hard as she could as she began to lower her lips down his shaft.

It was the beginning of the best blowjob Ryley had ever had. Angelina lowered her lips all the way to the base of his shaft, her nose pressing up against his sparse pubic hair. Her tongue flicked out, tickling his nuts, which were still being teased by her hand. The feel of her throat convulsively trying to swallow his made Ryley’s knees shake.

Slowly, she brought her mouth up his shaft. When his cock was halfway in her mouth, she wrapped her other hand around his shaft and began to stroke his cock, bobbing her head along with her hand. Ryley thrust his hips, fucking her mouth and guiding her head with his hands. 

The rain continued to pound both of them, but neither paid any attention. Thunder rumbled in the skies above them as Angelina looked up, smiling around Ryley’s shaft. He looked down at her and smiled back.

Pulling her mouth off his cock, Ryley yanked her to her feet. Angelina gasped and smiled, enjoying the game. She kissed him passionately, and then Ryley pushed her back, shoving her into the side of her RV. Angelina hit the bus hard enough to cause a resounding thud to echo through the interior.

She smiled wickedly at him as Ryley grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. Angelina moaned, thrusting her chest out as Ryley lowered his mouth to her breasts. He licked, sucked and bit her nipples hard enough to cause her pain, but Angelina loved it. She threw her head back, moaning and crying.

“ Yes, Ryley!” she hissed. “ You want me? Huh?” she asked, her voice holding a demonic edge.

Ryley brought his face to hers.

“ You want me?” she repeated. “ Then take me!”

He grinned and spun her around, pressing her upper body against the cold metal of the RV. Angelina braced herself against the bus with her hands as Ryley pulled her hips back, causing her upper body to slide lower, her breasts dragging across the metallic surface. She screamed as Ryley tore her skimpy shorts right off her, the fabric tearing at the seams.

His hand slid down from the small of her back, between her ass cheeks to her pussy. Angelina gasped as he slid two fingers inside her tight, hot and willing snatch. Ryley smiled at the feel of her slick juices coating his hand. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it to her waiting hole.

“ OH FUCK!!!” Angelina screamed as Ryley rammed his entire nine-inch shaft to the hilt inside her.

Ryley grabbed Angelina’s narrow waist, holding her impaled on his cock as her orgasm crashed over her. He felt like he was going to explode at the feel of her tight, velvet vice convulsing on his cock. She clawed at the side of the RV, her nails making squealing sounds. 

He held her against the bus, the side of her face pressed to the metal. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth hung open in breathless ecstasy. Reaching up to her shoulder, Ryley held her in place as he began to withdraw from within her. He watched the tight membrane of her pussy pull back out as his shaft slid from within her body.

Waiting until just the tip was left inside her, he paused for a moment, then rammed back into her. Angelina’s body rocked forwards with his thrust, her body banging against the RV. She braced herself, spreading her hands out and thrusting her hips out to him.

Grabbing onto her waist again with both hands, Ryley began to thrust in and out of her quick and hard. Unlike all the other girls he had had sex with, this was nothing more than pure animalistic fucking. This was even more primal then when he and Christina fucked. Angelina was purely in it for the sex, nothing more.

Ryley hammered into her snatch as hard as he possibly could. Angelina pushed herself away from the bus with her upper body, thrusting her hips back to meet his, only to be slammed forwards again. Her moans of passion filled his ears and spurred him to fuck her harder than he dreamed possible.

Leaning over her back, Ryley kissed her on the ear. The harsh sound of her breathing reached his ears as she turned around and kissed him, her tongue running around his lips.

“ You like this, Angie?” he hissed into her ear.

She whined as he forced himself as far into her as he could and held himself there. He swiveled his hips, rooting his cock inside her and rubbing her clit. This triggered another orgasm inside her. 

Angelina cried out, her voice climbing until she ran out of breath. Ryley held her up with one arm while she bucked against him. He pulled his cock back then slammed into her again, feeling every inch of his cock inside her. 

“ Jesus, Ryley,” Angelina cried. “ Your cock is so fucking incredible! Fuck me till I can’t stand up anymore.”

Ryley smiled like a fool as he stood up and grabbed her hips, her upper body sagging further down the side of the RV. He picked up his rhythm again, fucking her body with complete abandon. The tight, gripping feel of Angelina’s snatch gave him an otherworldly stamina.

He sawed his cock in and out of her pussy for what seemed like hours. The rain continued to pour down on them, covering Angelina’s tan skin and adding lubrication to his cock. Knowing that he was fucking this unbelievably gorgeous woman right where anyone could walk over and see them was an incredible aphrodisiac. Ryley felt like he could fuck her forever.

Angelina came and came on his cock, screaming in passion until her voice pretty much gave out. Ryley could only hear grunts and breathless gasps from her after awhile. His cock was burning; throbbing so hard he could hear it in his head. The beat of his heart matched the sounds of their bodies meeting with a slap of flesh.

The raw sensation of her box pulling on the skin of his engorged cock made his entire being burn with the need for release. Somehow he managed to stave off his needs; instead he hammered into her body, brutally fucking her like she wasn’t even there. Angelina had asked him to fuck her until she couldn’t stand and he had every intention of trying to just that.

Finally, he turned the corner. Ryley could feel his cock swelling even more, throbbing and twitching inside of her body. Angelina moaned as her hands slid off the RV and dangled below her upper body. Ryley jerked her body back and forth on his cock, her breasts swaying below her body as he hammered her burning snatch.

Ryley felt his balls contract and his cock jerk. He exploded inside her, groaning loudly. He kept hammering her pussy as his cock erupted; flooding her insides with is load. His thrusts became short and quick. Looking down, he could see his cum on his shaft and could see it leaking out from her well-fucked hole.

Angelina groaned, her head hanging down. Ryley groaned as his cock spit the last rope of his cum inside her. He let go of her hips and Angelina collapsed to the ground. He looked down at her, a smile on his face as he looked at her, lying in a puddle of water. 

Her shorts were around her one ankle; her hair was bedraggled and matted to her face and body. Angelina’s eyes were closed; her mouth hanging open and her breasts were almost submerged. Ryley managed to tuck his cock back inside his pants, and then he reached down and picked up Angelina’s body.

Cradling her in his arms, Ryley walked to the front of the bus and opened the door. Still holding Angelina in his arms, Ryley walked inside and to the back of the bus. He set her down on the bed and then flipped on the lights.

After finding a towel in one of the cabinets he went back to the bed. Ryley took Angelina’s dripping sneakers off her feet and set them in the corner then pulled her shorts off her ankle. Using the towel, he dried her off, rubbing her entire body with the fluffy cloth.

When he looked up, Angelina was looking down at him with a slight smile. He smiled when he heard that strange purr coming from her throat. As he dried off her breasts he could feel the sound rumbling in her chest, just like a cat. It was the sexiest sound he had ever heard a woman make.

“ What is that?” he asked her with a smile as he continued to dry her off.

“ Pure contentment, Ryley,” she replied, her hand rising to run along his bare back.

Ryley stood up and dried himself off a little with the towel before setting it on the table in the corner.

“ Thank you, Ryley,” Angelina said. “ You are one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

He smiled. “ Well thank you, Angie. You’re one of the most incredible ones I’ve ever had.”

Angelina propped herself up on one elbow, her breasts jutting out from her chest.

“ Christina said I’d like you,” he said as he looked down at her.

Angelina raised her eyebrows. “ Christina Aguilera?”

“ Yeah.”

“ Ooh, Christina. Yeah, we spent some time together.”

“ Wait, you two had sex?”

Angelina rolled onto her stomach and looked up at him. “ Of course, silly. I love having sex with women.”

Ryley couldn’t believe it.

“ Oh don’t be so naïve.”

“ I’m sorry, Angie. I’m still getting used to Hollywood and everything that goes on.”

“ You’ll get used to it,” she replied. “ You’re like the up and coming most eligible bachelor in the town so you better get used to it.”

“ I don’t think that’ll ever happen.”

Angelina laughed. “ Are you kidding me? There have been pictures of you in every major tabloid in the past six months with Britney Spears, Mandy Moore and Christina Aguilera,” She said, ticking off the girls on her fingers.

“ Who knows where the speculations will go form there. Trust me, Ryley they will dig up everything and every love from your past and put it out there for the world to see.”

“ How do you know?”

She smiled. “ They did it to me. Pretty soon you’ll have MTV calling you. When they call you I’d recommend sitting down and talking with them. The one thing you want to remember is that if you don’t talk with them, they’ll take it personally and make you out to be an asshole.”

Ryley rolled his eyes.

“ You probably don’t care what other people think of you. But you may want to worry about what the people you love will think about you.”

“ Like who?”

Angelina smiled wickedly. “ Miss Moore for instance.”

Ryley looked away.

“ You see? Everyone will be able to see that you care about her. And if you deny them then they’ll turn her against you. It’s the business, stud. Drama sells.”

“ Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“ I know I’m right.”

Angelina reached out and took his hand. He looked down at her.

“ Now take off your clothes and get in this bed with me before everyone gets back.”

Ryley smiled and took off the rest of his clothes. He slid on to the bed behind Angelina and cupped her gorgeous ass in his hands. She turned her face over her shoulder and kissed him as he slid his cock back inside her pussy.

They lay there on the bed in the spoon position, Ryley thrusting into her pussy. Angelina was still tender form their previous bout, so she clawed at the sheets, drawing sharp intakes of breath between her tightly clenched teeth. Ryley held onto her hips and used slow, deep strokes groaning at the feel of her tight snatch.

Soon she rolled onto her stomach, her face turned to the side on the bed as Ryley thrust into her from behind. He thrust against her body, closing his eyes at the intense feelings and the sounds of her moans and whining. Angelina came on his cock, her juices coating his cock and flooding the sheets under her.

Before long Ryley flooded her insides again, his cum roaring into her. Angelina threw her head and moaned, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. Ryley collapsed on top of her his cock still buried inside her. Angelina let him remain there for a few minutes, allowing his cock to soften before moving from underneath him.

She took him into her arms and watched him fall asleep. A smile spread across her face as she felt his arms around her, a comforting gesture. It wasn’t often anymore where she would fuck a guy just to fuck him and he would have the decency to cuddle afterwards. Angelina guessed it was because she always looked so purely sexual that people forgot she was a person inside.

Angelina liked Ryley, not romantically, but the kind of way you like someone out of respect. She respected what he had come from, what he had endured and the fact that for all apparent purposes he was back in the spotlight. He would need a lot of help adjusting to the Hollywood lifestyle should he choose to live it.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 08



She told herself that she would be there to help him if he ever needed it. It was the least she could do. Chances were she would fuck him again, how could she pass it up? But it would only be just for kicks, she had no intention of becoming involved with anyone for quite some time.

She decided she would have to help Ryley get Mandy back when the time was right. That would give her a chance to do things to that girl she had been dreaming about for quite awhile now. A smile spread across Angelina’s face as she realized Ryley could be just the way in she had wanted ever since Mandy had turned her down.

“ That would be fun,” Angelina said softly.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Cheyenne walked down the center of the stream, effortlessly picking his way among the rocky streambed. It was a good thing the horse could follow the trail on his own, because at the moment, Ryley’s mind wasn’t in the saddle with the rest of him. While he sat boldly in the black leather saddle, his gloved hands holding the reins lightly and his eyes, shaded by the black Stetson, were gazing off into the distance, his mind was wandering.

He had left the set of Tomb Raider 2 a couple days after he had slept with Angelina. She had given him a kiss and said that he should call her sometime and they would get together. Ryley said he would do that, he would be crazy not to.

Since then he had been fairly busy again. Ryley, TJ and the crew had gone out to North Carolina for a week in order to shoot a video for the Red Hot Chilly Peppers. It was a cool video, sparsely filled with shots of Lamborghini Murcielago. The car was Lamborghini’s newest creation and had proven to be a blast to drive.

At the moment they were getting ready to go out to Kansas to shot a video for none other than Jessica Simpson. Ryley had never met Jessica and was curious as to what she was like. He had no aspirations of sleeping with her. Jessica was a happily married girl from what he knew. But the idea of working with another beautiful singer was an interesting prospect.

But for the moment Ryley was enjoying the fresh air and the gorgeous scenery of southern California. Poor Cheyenne hadn’t seen him in almost two months. The stallion was as happy as he had ever been at being ridden once again. 

Little did Cheyenne know he was going to be ridden quite a bit in less then a month’s time. Steve had gotten a deal to shoot a video, not of cars but of a horse and rider doing some heart pounding stunts. Again it was a music video, but this time it was in the country music spotlight, the likes of which Ryley knew well. Brooks and Dunn were doing the video and had also managed to sign Roselyn Sanchez to play a female role in the video.

Ryley knew little or nothing about Roselyn, except for what he had seen in the comedy Rush Hour 2. She was a gorgeous example of Spanish beauty, the type of woman that had always fascinated Ryley. Their dark eyes and bewitching beauty was something that had always had a favorite place in the hearts of cowboys. Mexico was a favorite subject of the lyrics for Kix Brooks and Ronnie Dunn, which was probably why they had chosen Roselyn to play the part.

Shaking his head, Ryley cleared his thoughts. He turned Cheyenne out of the stream and down a narrow trail. Before long they stepped into the large open field that bordered the ranch house and corrals. They trotted up along the white fence and to the open door of the large white barn.

Ryley slid from the saddle, failing to notice the black Camaro parked amongst the other cars there. He led Cheyenne inside the barn past the other stalls and a few other people who were in with their horses. Ryley said hello to Elle Macpherson as she stood outside a stall door, hand feeding her young Appaloosa gelding. She smiled and returned his greeting, her eyes sweeping over him quickly.

Smiling at her look, Ryley continued down to the stall where he kept Cheyenne. He laid the reins over the stall door, then undid and removed Cheyenne’s saddle. Laying the saddle over its stand, he picked up a curry brush and after tossing the saddle blanket over the stall door, began to brush down the Cheyenne’s golden coat.

He was so engrossed in taking of Cheyenne he didn’t notice her shadow fall across the floor as she stepped through the doorway. Ryley continued to brush the big horse until Cheyenne snorted and stepped towards the door. Ryley turned around and grabbed Cheyenne’s mane, steadying the big horse with a little pressure. That’s when he saw her.

Ryley looked at her for a moment, taking in the body and face he knew so well. Turning back to Cheyenne he continued to brush the horse, using long, smooth motions. She cleared her throat.

“ Aren’t you going to say hello?” she asked.

Ryley turned around and faced her. “ Hello, Britney.”

I hope you guys liked this chapter. So I’ve set the stage for two up and coming chapters. The next one will be Britney, Ryley and then Jessica. I hope you also picked up on the nuances for another chapter further along, one that will feature Mandy Moore and Angelina Jolie in a girl/girl encounter. Nice, right? I’ve also given you a little heads up about what is coming next. Jessica Simpson, another feedback request, as well as Roselyn Sanchez. If you don’t know who Roselyn is, then see Rush Hour 2, she’s the Secret Service Agent, god she is gorgeous. Well, the next chapter will be hot, I promise! Hey Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson all in one, long but worth it. The Cowboy



The Cowboy Way Ch. 09



(Okay, I'm gonna try and make everyone happy with this chapter. Britney is going to make Ryley think twice about Mandy. I hope you enjoy her return as well as Jessica Simpson later in the story. I hope you continue to read, because I have revealed more of Ryley's character. I also hope that you guys vote and send me your feedback. The chapter with Mandy was the top story for a couple of weeks, until the other day, it fell big time with one vote, so someone really nailed me to get me off the top. And now someone is voting against me on almost all my stories, they're falling big time with only one vote. I'd really like to know why a person would do this and if the person who did this is reading this, then at least have the decency to email me and let me know why. So I encourage you all to vote if you enjoy the story. Thanks-the cowboy)

Ryley and Britney stood not five feet apart, seemingly prepared to go to war. The only things that moved were Britney's eyes as they swept over Ryley's form. Ryley didn't move a muscle, his eyes were blazing with a message that was all too clear: fuck off. Apparently, Britney either didn't see the look, or if she did, she didn't care.

She smiled and then stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. Ryley looked down her back to her incredible ass, which was showing very clearly through a pair of skin-tight white pants. He sighed and wrapped one arm around her back, squeezing lightly.

Britney stepped back and smiled up at him. Ryley still couldn't bring himself to smile back at her. He stepped back, out of her reach and continued to brush Cheyenne, who had been standing there watching them. Ryley glanced over at Britney.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Britney looked down at the ground as if she was embarrassed. Ryley knew her very well though, and this was not embarrassment or humility, she was up to something. He decided to go along with it for a while, just to see what she was up to.

"Is that all you can say?"

Ryley was finished brushing Cheyenne, so he threw the brush back into the stall. 

"I'm sorry, Britney," Ryley said, feigning compassion. "But you were the one who fucking sold me out! And then on top of it you were gonna fuck that- that shithead, Kyle Mc-I'm-a-dick!"

"He raped me!" Britney shouted, her face turning beat red.

Ryley suddenly noticed that the barn, which had been fairly noisy before from conversations of other people, had gone deathly quiet. Shaking his head, realizing this was stupid, Ryley re-saddled Cheyenne in the blink of an eye. He led the horse outside, past Britney and climbed into the saddle. 

He looked back into the barn and saw several people looking on with a heightened curiosity. Ryley held out his hand to Britney. She looked at it for a moment and then grabbed his hand. Ryley pulled her up into the saddle in front of him.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he grabbed the reins and turned Cheyenne in a tight circle and pointed him towards a trail that lead off into the mountains. The big horse shook his head and then trotted off across the barnyard. Ryley held up his hand to protect Britney's face from some low branches as they entered the narrow trail.

They rode in silence for a few minutes. Ryley's body was reacting predictably to feeling Britney against it for the first time in months. The feel of her narrow waist in his arms and her incredible ass rubbing against his cock was making his stomach flip. Ryley pulled Cheyenne to a stop where the trail opened up into a lush green meadow.

Without saying a word, Ryley swung out of the saddle and reached up for Britney's waist. She leaned over and placed her hands on his shoulders, giving him a nice view down the front of her baby blue, V-neck shirt. He blinked his eyes and lifted her out of the saddle, placing her on the ground in front of him.

Immediately, her arms encircled his neck and she stood on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. Ryley reacted instinctively, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. He opened his mouth and their tongues clashed, greeting each other for the first time in a long time. Britney's breath came raggedly through her nose and she moaned into Ryley's mouth as she ground her body against his.

Ryley pulled back, taking a deep breath and gently disengaged Britney from his neck.

"What?" she asked. "Don't you want this?"

"Of course I do, Britney. But what the fuck? What are you up to?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, I just miss you."

Britney's voice was like the sirens that lured sailors to their deaths. "Bullshit."

She smiled, coyly. Her hand reached out and grabbed his belt buckle. Before Ryley could do anything, she had pulled his pants away from his waist just enough to slip her other hand down his pants. He gasped as she found his cock and stepped closer, her face turned down slightly, but her eyes pointed up at his.

Ryley fought to control himself as her cool fingers wrapped around his shaft and teased him, stroking and squeezing lightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, swallowing hard.

She turned her face up to his and trailed her tongue up his throat, licking him sensuously. 

"Exactly what you want. Why?"

Ryley's mind was swimming. "I feel like my head is going to explode, Britney. I don't know what to think."

"Why think?"

Ryley had never before realized the power Britney held over him. Perhaps she hadn't realized it either, but she was learning quickly. Her mouth hung open slightly as she continued to stroke him. Ryley reached out and slid his hand under her shirt. He ran his hand up her stomach, pushing her bra up over her breasts. Britney gasped as he cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing.

"You sold me out, Britney," he said, a groan escaping his lips. "After everything we went through."

"Oh, come on, Ryley," she cooed in his ear. "Come back to me and I'll make it all better."

Ryley shook his head. "I can't. Not now."

"Why because of that prissy little bitch, Mandy?"

Ryley's temper flared. He pulled Britney's hand out of his pants then, using his hold on her arm, spun her around off her feet. Britney screamed as she fell, but Ryley grabbed her shoulders before she hit the ground. 

He forced her to the thick grass on her back, straddling her waist and pinning her arms over her head. Britney's eyes were wide with fear, her strangled gasps and the position of her arms forced her breasts out from her chest. Ryley glared down at her, the site of her like that turned him on extremely.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that, Britney. Do you hear me?"

Britney nodded, slowly. Ryley's eyes devoured her distraught form and he could feel her trembling underneath him. 

"Please, Ryley," Britney begged, her lower lip trembling. "Don't do this."

Ryley's eyes softened. "Do what?"

"Rape me."

Ryley moved one leg from the side of her waist and placed his knee between her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and then slid down her body, settling his throbbing erection against her mound. Britney moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest out as he ground himself against her.

He stopped what he was doing and released her hands, holding himself above her on his arms. Britney didn't move her hands, her eyes locked on his. Slowly, she moved her hands up and wrapped them around his neck. Leaning down, he kissed her, biting her lower lip gently.

"I would never hurt you," he whispered.

Britney kissed him again. "Ryley," she whispered. "You always scared me."

"What?"

She smiled. "It was the most exciting feeling I'd ever felt. Since the first time I saw you, I was scared. You're so confident, so in control all the time. And that excited me, so much," she whispered, grinding her hips against him. 

"Everyone was scared of you," she continued. "Why do you think my record sales went up? People thought I was like a goddess for controlling you."

Ryley shook his head. "What does that mean, Britney?"

"I want you back, Ryley. I need you, in so many ways," she said, her voice pleading.

"You're not what I thought you were."

Britney continued to writhe against him. "I love you, Ryley. I love everything about you."

"I don't mean to sound all high and mighty," he said, smiling. "But you love the sex."

A moan escaped Britney's lips. "Of course I do. You're the most incredible guy I've ever been with."

"But you don't love me," Ryley said, stressing it this time.

"Well what is love, Ryley? Why can't the sex be enough?"

"What about your heart, Britney? What about mine?"

Britney reached between them and undid his pants. Ryley didn't stop her as she reached inside and managed to pull his cock out. The cool air was a sharp contrast to the rising temperature in his pants. She stroked him, looking up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"What about it, Ryley? Don't tell me you don't want to fuck me. You want me more than you've ever wanted anything."

Ryley pushed off the ground and knelt between Britney's legs. He pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it aside. Reaching down, he pulled Britney to a sitting position before him. She pulled her shirt off and quickly undid her bra, throwing both of them aside.

Her breasts were just as gorgeous as Ryley remembered them. Pushing Britney onto her back, he pulled her pants and thong off her body and tossed them over on top of her shirt. He pushed her knees up to her chest and Britney grabbed her thighs, holding herself open.

Ryley took his burning cock in his hand and pointed it at Britney's smooth, wet pussy. Without hesitating, he placed the head against her moist lips and thrust all of his nine inches inside of her. Britney cried out, throwing her head back, releasing her legs and grabbing Ryley's shoulders as he leaned down over her.

Ryley had forgotten how tight she was. The feel of her tight, wet pussy clamping down on his cock made him think that maybe the two of them were meant to be together. They always had fit together so well.

Britney whined, breathing raggedly. He leaned down and kissed her, silencing her wails of passion. She took his face in her hands and kissed him back, their tongues dueling like old foes. 

Ryley began to thrust inside of her, living on the feelings of her hot, wet pussy. The incredible sensation of her lips sucking on his cock was like living a fantasy. The fact that she was Britney Spears and every man in America's fantasy didn't hurt either.

Suddenly, Ryley noticed a tenderness in Britney's lips that seemed to materialize from her previous hunger. Breathing deeply of her scent, Ryley returned her tenderness so quickly it shocked him. They seemed to melt into each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry, Ryley," she whispered.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't know what I was saying before. I was never scared of you," she whispered.

Ryley smiled and kissed her again. "Then what is it?"

Britney moaned at the feel of his throbbing cock buried deep inside her. "I just can't picture myself settling down with someone. And I know that's what you want, it's the one thing I can't give you."

Ryley leaned down and kissed her at the corner of her mouth, then leaned down further and nipped lightly at the skin of her throat. He felt Britney's hand on the back of his head, holding him there. Taking her cue, he sucked on the skin of her throat, very hard. He lightly bit her then, and Britney cried out, writhing underneath him, but still holding him in place.

When he finally released her throat he could see what he already knew would be there. Britney's eyes locked on his and hers were filled with tears. Ryley nodded slightly and Britney closed her eyes. With her unspoken consent, Ryley had given her a mark that would heal, but would leave a scar. Britney opened her eyes.

"I'll always remember you," she whispered.

He smiled. "I'll never forget you."

Ryley slid his cock back out until just the head was left inside her, her lips stretched tight around the large head. Britney closed her eyes and Ryley slammed back inside her. She cried out and bucked her hips underneath him.

They began to fuck each other like they both knew they were built to do. Ryley's cock sawed in and out of her pussy, quickly bringing Britney to an ear-splitting orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his arms, breaking the skin, she came so hard.

Ryley felt like his cock was being burned, that's how tight he was squeezed when she came. He felt her juices flowing out around his shaft, coating her inner thighs and dripping down to cover his nuts. Somehow his cock didn't catch fire and he continued to pound Britney furiously.

Her hands roamed over Ryley's body, as she was lost in the feel of his cock splitting her open. Since they had split up, Britney hadn't been with a guy who could make her feel like this. Feeling every inch of his cock spreading her and hitting places she didn't even know existed was so surreal. She moaned as Ryley held himself deep inside her and rotated his hips, hitting something that sent lightning bolts up Britney's spine.

She cried out in surprise, another orgasm washing over her and her entire body going rigid like she had been shocked. Britney's open mouth was then covered by Ryley's and they kissed passionately. He continued to pound her pussy, pushing her bare ass into the grass underneath her. 

"Oh God, Ryley," Britney moaned. "I missed this."

"I did too," he replied, grunting in between thrusts.

Ryley withdrew his cock and Britney already knew what he wanted, even before he helped her get up on her hands and knees. Britney looked back over her shoulder, seeing his large, throbbing cock glistening with her juices. She moaned as she saw him move forwards, his cock disappearing from view a moment before she felt it stretching her open.

She closed her eyes, whining as she felt herself stretching and being filled with that pulsating organ. Ryley grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. Britney felt his balls settle against her clit and she reached down between her legs and gently held his balls. 

Ryley felt Britney's hand grasp his nuts as he began to pound her from behind. He looked down, enjoying the sight of his cock splitting her open and sliding in and out of her body. His eyes settled on Britney's face, which was turned just enough for him to see that her eyes were squeezed shut. Occasionally, the tip of her tongue would come out and wet her lips before she moaned.

She continued to squeeze and caress Ryley's nuts, a feeling that made his cock swell inside her. All too soon, he could feel his cock burning and twitching. The need to fill her with his seed was overwhelming and he jerked her back and forth on his cock like a rag doll. Britney moaned long and loud, the sound interrupted every time their bodies met with an audible slap.

Britney could sense that he was close, she could feel his cock getting bigger and harder inside her pussy. She bit her lower lip, knowing that his orgasm would trigger hers. She began to massage his balls harder; the pressure would probably border on pain any other time but now it only served to intensify what Ryley was feeling.

Ryley cried out and grabbed Britney's long blonde hair in one of his hands and pulled back, yanking her head up. He exploded inside her, his cock shooting his seed deep inside her womb. Britney's body reacted explosively, her pussy clamping down on his cock, locking him deep inside her. An incredible orgasm washed over her body, the heavenly explosion of light in her eyes leaving her blind and breathless.

She could feel his cock jerking inside of her tunnel as he shot forth wad after wad of his white, hot cream. Britney gasped for breath, her entire body shaking in ecstasy. She wiggled her hips, causing Ryley's cock to twitch and shoot several more ropes of cum into her.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, pushing her to the ground where they lay breathless, still locked together. Ryley lowered his face to her shoulder and planted a kiss on her smooth, flawless skin. Britney emitted a soft, satisfied sigh underneath him, a contented smile spreading across her face.

Eventually they both got up and got dressed. Neither said a word as they climbed back on Cheyenne, who had been grazing in the meadow with disinterest. They rode back towards the ranch, both deep in thought.

Britney was leaning back against Ryley in the shelter of his strong arms for what she already knew would be the last time. She would miss him, but she knew that the two of them didn't have much of a future. Ryley wanted the one thing that scared Britney more than anything and was the last thing she wanted; a long term romance, possibly marriage.

Ryley also knew this would be the last time they would be together like this, which is why he didn't say anything. He owed Britney more than he cared to admit. She had rescued him after all, whether she knew it or not. She had brought him back into the world from the cocoon he had been living in. Perhaps in a perfect world they could be together and at one time Ryley had wanted nothing more than that. But now he knew Britney and though he cared for her, he knew their hearts were too different to survive the other's.

When they reached the barn Ryley slid from the saddle and helped Britney down again. They stood in silence for a moment as Britney pulled the keys to the Camaro out of her pocket. At that moment Ryley saw an incredibly large guy climb out of a black BMW near the Camaro.

"Well, Ryley," Britney said.

He smiled down at her and removed his Stetson, squinting into the late afternoon sun.

"You like your car?" he asked.

Britney gave him an honest, heart felt smile. "I love it, Ryley. Thank you. It's actually the reason I came out here."

"What?"

Britney held out her hand, the keys dangling from her fingers. "I came to give it to you."

"Why?"

She looked down for a few moments and then over at the guy standing near the BMW.

"Britney," he said, using a condescending tone.

"I know, Ryley. That's my car and that's my new bodyguard."

Ryley sighed. "Don't let them control your life again, Britney. I won't be around to fish you out."

"I know," she said, her voice slightly impatient. "I just . . ." she said, but stopped, her lower lip trembling. She raised her hand to cover her face for a moment then drew a deep, composing breath. "This is my life, Ryley. I love my music. I love to sing. The BMW sells so that's what they want me to drive."

"And Colin Farrell?"

She looked up sharply. He smiled own at her. "No, Colin is all my own doing."

Ryley nodded. "All right."

"I have to go, Ryley. I know I'll see you around town. But never like this again."

Ryley reached up and placed his hand over the mark on the side of her throat. Britney closed her eyes at his touch and leaned her cheek against his hand. Knowing he would never get another chance, Ryley leaned down and gently kissed her. She opened her mouth and caught his lower lip in her teeth, pulling on it lightly.

"Good bye, Britney," Ryley said, lowering his hand and stepping back.

Britney held out the keys and Ryley took them, kissing her hand in the same motion. She smiled.

"Good bye, Ryley. Good luck with everything."

He reached up and set his Stetson back on his head. Britney turned and walked over to the BMW. She climbed into the passenger seat as her bodyguard got into the driver's seat. Ryley watched them drive down the driveway, trailing a cloud of dust until they were around the bend out of sight.

Ryley lowered his head for a moment then looked back up. "Thank you, Britney."

THREE DAYS LATER

The heat of the Kansas sun sent shimmering waves off the black finish of the 1969 Z28 Camaro. Ryley and TJ, both with their shirts off to tolerate the heat, were busy wrenching on the motor. Neither of them said much, each too engrossed in their tasks to offer anything very philosophical.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 09



They had arrived the day before and promptly been screamed at by the producer, who said they were supposed to have been there the day before. Ryley had immediately lost his temper and screamed back at the guy. This had caused some amount of distress on the set and drawn Jessica Simpson out of her trailer and into the foray.

Instantly, her beauty captivated Ryley. Pictures and film were poor mediums to portray the awe-inspiring looks this girl possessed. The temper she had was equally as impressive as she unleashed it upon him. 

Taking it as a signal to do battle, Ryley had instantly stepped toe to toe with her and they went a few rounds. Finally, Ryley pulled out his phone and called Steve to find out what the hell happened. Steve asked to talk to the producer and Ryley handed the guy the phone.

While the producer talked to Steve, Ryley and Jessica remained in a face off, quietly glaring at the other. The difference in height from her five foot three inch frame to Ryley's sox foot two-inch altitude did nothing to faze Jessica. Their eyes each held a blazing fire that was dying to be released at the slightest provocation. Then to add fuel to Ryley's fire, some pretty boy model came strutting over and demanded to know what was going on. Jessica promptly told him.

Then this guy, who was lean and gorgeous in a tofu eating, yoga practicing kind of way threatened Ryley. Then as if the verbal threat wasn't enough, he shoved Ryley, actually sucker shoved him was a better description. Ryley hadn't even been looking at the guy; he and Jessica were still busy glaring at each other, when the guy just pushed him.

Ryley exploded, making a quick move at the piece of shit, who promptly uttered a squeal and ran back a few steps. Ryley continued after him, but found himself entangled with someone. He reached down and grabbed the person by the shoulders, meaning to throw them aside, but what his hands grabbed was definitely feminine. He stopped dead in his tracks, forgetting the pathetic weasel of a model.

Looking down, he found Jessica pressed against his body, her eyes wide and surprised as she looked up at him. Her hands were spread out on his solid stomach, trying to hold him back. Ryley knew he should let her go, but his hands remained on her shoulders. Jessica should have moved her hands as well, since Ryley was no longer going after the model, but her hands remained where they were also.

They remained like that for a few moments, their eyes still locked, but now there was a different glow in them that each of them could see in the other. Ryley let his hands slide down her arms to her wrists. He gently pulled her hands away from his stomach and took a step back.

He smiled sheepishly and held out his hand. "I'm Ryley Hale."

She looked down at his hand. "Jessica Simpson," she replied, shaking his hand.

Ryley enjoyed the feel of her small, delicate hand in his. At that moment the producer came over and offered a begrudging apology. Then everyone had kind of wandered back to what they were doing before that.

The next morning everyone had been in place to shoot the first scene, which had this model guy driving up to this high school football game. Ryley and TJ had looked on as the guy repeatedly stalled the four-speed manual Camaro. They both knew that later on the high speed scenes would be filmed with Ryley driving, but for now this guy was supposed to drive up to the game.

TJ and Ryley gave each other a nervous look as the guy started the Camaro after 

stalling it for the sixth time. They cringed at the sound of the small block revving to the sky and then the sound they were both waiting for. There was an incredible metallic squeal, a loud bang and a puff of black smoke spewed out from the hood of the car. 

"Fuck!" Ryley shouted.

He and TJ both ran over to the still smoking Camaro as the model climbed out of the car and slammed the door. He spun around and raised his foot to kick the door, but Ryley hit him just before his foot connected. The guy sailed through the air and landed flat on his back twenty feet away.

Jessica and several other cast and crewmembers made it there as the guy was scrambling to his feet. She stepped in between Ryley and the model and held up her hand, stopping the guy dead in his tracks. Ryley took the opportunity to let his eyes devour Jessica's body, which was clad in a rather revealing high school cheerleader's uniform. Looking over, Ryley could see the members of the local high school cheerleading team looking on with wide eyes. Apparently Jessica had enlisted most of the local high school to help make the video.

"What the fuck did you hit me for?" the guy yelled, sniveling like a little bitch.

Ryley removed his black Stetson and set it on the hood of the Camaro.

"Well there's a few reasons," he said. "First of all you snuck me yesterday, and if it weren't for Jessica I would have hit you then. Second, you just made our job a hell of a lot harder because you just blew the motor in this car. And third, you were going to kick a 1969 Z28 simply because you can't drive stick."

Ryley heard a few giggles from the cheerleading team and barely suppressed laughter from the crew. The guy looked around at everyone, realizing he was beat.

"Fine. Jessica, fire him," the guy ordered.

Jessica had remained where she was, still facing away from Ryley.

"Are you nuts?" Jessica asked. "He's the best stunt driver in the business right now. You did hit him when he wasn't looking. You did just blow the motor and add about a day to the shoot. And he's right, Kevin, you were going to kick one of the most sought after muscle cars in the free world!"

Ryley looked over at TJ, who was looking at Jessica like he was seeing her for the first time. Ryley had to admit he was looking at Jessica in a new light also. Not many girls knew just how precious a '69 Z28 was.

"Kevin, you're fired," Jessica said.

"Oh shit," said one of the girls on the cheerleading team.

Kevin gaped. "You can't fire me."

"I just did, now get lost."

"You'll be hearing from my agent," he said, then turned and tried to make a dignified retreat to his trailer.

Jessica had then turned to Ryley. "I hear you can act too."

"I did in Mandy's video," Ryley replied.

She nodded. "Think you can handle this?"

Ryley nodded. "Sure."

"Good. How long will it take you to swap out the motor?"

"With the tools we have, six, seven hours."

Jessica sighed. "All right, we're going to go over to the football field and start shooting some other scenes. I've got a lot of people here who have other things to take care of."

"No we don't, Jessica," said a particularly bubbly blonde cheerleader.

Jessica smiled and turned to the girl. "What about your homework? You have school tomorrow."

This had pretty much brought Ryley and TJ to where they were now, trying desperately to get the new motor hooked up. They were lucky they even had the motor. Ryley had wanted to leave it behind, but TJ had managed to convince Ryley to bring it, just in case. Regardless, Kevin, the supermodel had managed to blow up a six hundred 

horsepower motor that cost about twenty thousand dollars.

"Think we should send pretty boy the bill for the motor?" TJ asked.

Ryley smiled. "Yeah, arrogant fuck. I can't believe he blew it up."

"Know what I can't believe?" TJ asked.

"What's that?" Ryley asked.

"Jessica. I mean holy shit. Is she a package or what?"

"You got that right."

"And she obviously knows cars. I mean how many girls know how special this car is?"

Ryley shrugged. "Very few."

"You know, maybe you should propose to that one."

Ryley laughed. "I might have, but she's already married, bro."

"Yeah, some things are just so unfair."

"Not really, man. I've got Mandy."

"Correction, old buddy. You had her. You have to earn her back."

"I know."

TJ looked up at Ryley. "What the hell did she mean by that anyways? I mean what shit do you have to sort out?"

Ryley shrugged. "I couldn't tell her I love her, TJ. I guess I have to go back and make peace with my past."

"How the hell are you supposed to do that?"

"Well, I should probably go back and bury the hatchet with my folks."

"Why? They were never there for you," TJ said.

Ryley nodded. "I know, but I have to go out and find myself again. I'm gonna have to go and deal with everything that happened with NASCAR too."

"Isn't there a name for this kind of thing?" TJ asked as he went back to work on the fuel line.

"A Vision Quest," said a voice with a sultry accent.

Ryley and TJ turned sharply and saw Jessica standing there, dressed in white shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her tan skin was glowing in the hot sun. The white cork sandals she wore accented her shapely, tan legs. A bottle of water hung from her hand as she stood there watching them.

"Shit!" TJ swore.

Ryley looked down and saw TJ holding a broken fuel line fitting in his hand.

"What happened?" Jessica asked, rushing over and leaning into the engine compartment.

TJ stood up, holding both pieces of the broken aluminum fitting.

"You did," he replied. "You scared me so bad I snapped this damn thing."

"What?" Jessica asked, a playful tone in her voice. "Never seen a girl before?"

TJ gave her a sarcastic look. "Girls yes. But you damn singers with your bodies are something else all together."

Jessica smiled and looked over at Ryley as he wiped the sweat off his face with a clean towel. Her eyes devoured his muscular upper body, which glistened with sweat in the hot sun.

"Ryley we need to get this fitting or we're fucked," TJ said.

"Don't you guys have spare parts?" Jessica asked.

Ryley nodded. "Some, but this car has all AN fittings for the fuel line, we only have brass shit. They're not interchangeable. We have to find a good performance shop."

"Well I have no clue where the fuck we are," TJ said.

"Shit," Ryley said. 

"Don't worry, I know where we can get one," Jessica said.

"You do?" TJ asked.

She nodded. "Sure but it's a long ride and I'm horrible with directions so I'll have to go with you guys."

"Not me," TJ said. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. Even if we get the part today, we're not going to be able to fix this thing in time to shoot today."

"He's got a point," Ryley said. "Well, Jessica. You up for taking a ride with me?" 

She smiled. "Yeah, no problem."

"Let me go get cleaned up first," Ryley said.

Twenty minutes later Ryley stepped out of his trailer wearing clean jeans, a fresh T-shirt and his hair still damp from his shower. Holding his Stetson and a pair of sunglasses in his hand, Ryley walked around his trailer towards the black eighteen- wheeler. The busted Z28 was sitting alongside the trailer. He and TJ had pushed it over there from the parking lot earlier.

Rounding the corner of the black trailer, Ryley saw Jessica leaning in the shade alongside the SS that Britney had given him. His eyes once again devoured her body, hungrily roaming over every inch. Jessica was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She turned to him and smiled.

"Nice car, cowboy."

Ryley smiled. "Thanks, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Ryley opened the driver's door and slid into the seat long enough to start the car. Then he slid back out and popped off the T-top on his side. Jessica did the same on her side and Ryley opened the hatch in the back so they could stow the panels. They then climbed into the car and Ryley shifted into gear and drove out onto the road.

He followed Jessica's directions until they were cruising down a fairly desolate four-lane road. Ryley tried to keep his eyes on the road and off Jessica's legs, which were stretched out in all their glory next to him. She seemed to sense his frustration, because she smiled and sipped from her bottle of water.

"Want some?" she asked.

"Sure," he said and took the bottle of water from her.

He placed it to his lips and took a quick sip, tasting Jessica's strawberry lip-gloss on the rim. He handed the bottle back to her and turned to face the road again.

"This is a really nice car," she said.

"Thanks, I like it."

"Isn't this the car that Britney bought?"

Ryley looked over at her. "How did you know that?"

Jessica shrugged. "I don't know, I've seen her around in it."

"Well, yes this is the car she bought. In fact I found it for her. But she actually gave it to me a few days ago."

"That was nice of her. But why did she just give it to you?"

"We kind of made up and she wanted me to have the car because she went out and bought another BMW."

"Right," Jessica said.

Ryley looked at her, curiously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Britney was always a sell out, Ryley. There were times when it seemed like she was going to break the spell, but she always went back. We all thought that you had finally set her free, but you can't be freed from yourself."

Ryley smiled as he regarded Jessica. "That's deep. So everybody knew that she was putting up a front?"

"Pretty much. It's kind of standard practice in the music industry to put on a show. Sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to sell records."

"What about you?" Ryley asked.

Jessica looked over at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice carrying a sharp edge.

"Just what it sounds like. I mean you married Nick Lachey, the lead singer of one of the hottest bands in the business, at least at the time you guys met."

"I married him because I love him. Now drop it," she snapped.

Ryley nodded. "Sorry."

They drove on in silence. The wind whipped over the open top of the Camaro, blowing stray wisps of Jessica's hair around her face. Neither of them looked at each other anymore for quite awhile. But it was a long ride.

Jessica turned to Ryley. "I'm sorry, Ryley. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's all right, it's none of my business."

"No, I dragged up you and Britney so you had a right to ask," she said, then looked down as she brushed her hair back. "To be honest, Ryley, when I met Nick I was young. I was only nineteen."

Ryley tried to remember when he was nineteen but couldn't.

"Go on," he urged her.

Jessica sighed. "I was so star struck, you know? And he was so hot, I just couldn't resist falling for him. We were on tour for so long together and he was the only guy I saw."

Ryley nodded as he glanced from the road to her and back again.

"I mean I was a virgin till I married Nick. I had seen other guys. But Nick was like the envy of all my girlfriends and I just couldn't resist him. He was nice, he was cool and I was like a puppy. I followed him everywhere in complete awe."

He looked over at her and found her eyes locked on his. "But?"

Jessica smiled. "Am I that transparent?"

"No," he said. "I could sense a but in there somewhere."

"But . . . when we got married, things changed. I mean he just wasn't around anymore. We're both so busy with our music. I mean we said we'd make time for each other, but-"

"But he never seems to be able to find the time."

"Exactly."

Ryley thought a moment. "You know who you should talk to?"

"Who?" Jessica asked.

He looked over at her and smiled. "Faith Hill."

Jessica burst into laughter. "Faith Hill? Right like I can just call Faith out of the blue and be like 'Hi we never met, but I'm Jessica Simpson and I'm having marital problems, any advice?' Get real, Ryley."

"Well why couldn't you call her?"

"First of all I don't have her number and even if I did how the hell would I go about asking her that?"

Ryley reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Jessica's mouth almost hit the floor as he began scrolling through his list of numbers. He showed it to her and saw the entry Tim/Faith, right at the top.

"Oh my God," Jessica said.

Ryley placed the phone to his ear. "Want me to call her?"

"NO!" Jessica screeched and grabbed the phone from his hands, laughing.

He laughed. Jessica settled back in her seat but kept her eyes on him.

"Ryley, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but what's it like sleeping with so many people?"

Ryley gave her a strange look.

"I don't mean to imply that you're like a slut or anything," Jessica blurted out.

He laughed. "I've never been called that."

"I'm sorry. It's just with the way I was raised the only person you should sleep with is the one you marry. I mean what is it like for you? I know you've been with Britney and Christina and I don't know who else. I'm just curious."

Ryley sighed. "Well, first of all I don't sleep with someone I don't care about. I don't mean that I love every girl I've been with, but I do care about them. I don't know what it's like though, but it's definitely been educational"

"Who do you love?" Jessica asked. "I mean you do love someone right?"

Ryley nodded. "The only problem is I can't bring myself to say it to her."

Jessica smiled. "You mean Mandy?"

"Yeah."

"The two of you together would be like a fairy tale, you know?"

"How's that?"

Jessica smiled again. "Well the whole damsel in distress, the knight in shining armor."

Ryley smiled. "Yeah it would be picturesque."

Jessica sighed and looked out the window.

"Why do you want to know?"

She turned back to him. "I think Nick is cheating on me."

Ryley looked over at her. "Jessica I don't know if it's my place, but I don't see how he could find anyone worth the risk of losing you over."

Jessica blushed and smiled. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Why do you think he's cheating?"

She shrugged. "Woman's intuition. I'm not sure."

"What about the sex?"

She gaped at him, her eyes wide with shock and she punched him playfully.

"What a question!" she cried.

"What? You wanted to know what it was like to sleep with so many girls. I figured this conversation was leading somewhere. I'm not propositioning you, Jessica."

She smiled. "Better not be."

"I swear."

She looked out the open window again. "I don't know, Ryley. I mean I have nothing to compare it to. He's the only guy I've ever been with."

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Ryley!"

"Hey, it's an honest question."

She looked away again, then down at her hands, which were folded in her lap.

"I think so."

Ryley felt his blood beginning to pound in his ears. "That's a no, Jessica. Are you kidding me? Not once? Not ever in your entire life?"

She shrugged and whispered something.

"What was that?"

"I said I have when I . . . you know," she said, looking down at her lap again.

Ryley eyes widened. "Oh, on your own. But never with him?"

Jessica shook her head.

"I'm sorry," he said as he looked back out the windshield at the road, which was blazing by at eighty miles an hour.

Jessica looked over at Ryley, studying his profile. She could feel something turning over inside her. An internal battle was being waged as feelings she knew she shouldn't be having were stirring within her. Her Christian upbringing dictated that she ignore those sensations because it was immoral.

But something about Ryley made her feel so comfortable and wound up all at once. She still couldn't believe what they had just discussed, but the conversation had excited her immensely. Jessica found herself drawn to him. She felt more wanted by him than she had ever been in her entire life.

Obviously she had been desired, with all the outfits and routines she had performed on stage she knew men everywhere wanted to get into her pants. But Ryley was different, he didn't seem to care about what she was, he seemed more interested in who she was. He had this air of confidence about him that was unnerving. Jessica wasn't accustomed to men being so comfortable around her. The passing road sign shocked her back to reality.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 09



"Turn right up here," she said.

Ryley downshifted, the RPM's and engine noise climbing as the Camaro slowed and turned onto a fairly busy main street. They growled through a nice town with an old time air to it. Big picture windows displayed various stores and venders and people were walking around shopping, eating and enjoying the late spring air.

Seeing the sign for the performance shop, Ryley swung the Camaro into a parking spot lining the street and cut the engine. Jessica looked over at him as he climbed out of the car. He turned back to her.

"You going to wait here?" he asked.

She nodded and smiled up at him. "Yeah."

"All right, I'll be back in a few minutes."

He turned and walked across the sidewalk and inside the store. Jessica watched him go, her eyes lingering on his ass and narrow waist and then his broad shoulders. She giggled as thoughts spun in her mind.

"Oh my god," said a startled, bubbly voice. "Jessica Simpson?"

Jessica looked in the other direction and saw a group of teenage girls, either out on lunch break or recently dismissed from school. She smiled at them and they all squealed with delight and ran over. Jessica opened the door to the Camaro and stepped out on to the pavement.

"Are you really Jessica?" asked the same girl.

She nodded. "Yeah, I am."

"Oh my God! Can we have your autograph?"

"Sure, what's your names?"

"I'm Jennifer, this is Kristin and that's Suzanne."

"Hi," said the other girls in unison.

Jennifer handed her a marker and then began fishing through her backpack, finally producing a CD. It was Jessica's Irresistible and she smiled as she took the case and opened it up. She signed her autograph with a big thank you and a heart.

"Thanks, Jessica," Jennifer said as she took the CD back.

Jessica stood there signing the other girls' things.

"What are you doing here?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm actually shooting a video in the next town over."

"Wow, what's the name of the song?"

"It's a new one called Things That Were. It's about a girl looking back on high school and remembering how everything used to be."

"Neat. Who's the guy you're with? That's not Nick is it?"

Jessica smiled. "No, that's the stunt driver for the video, Ryley Hale."

The girls gasped. "Oh God," Kristin sighed. "He's the one who was going out with Britney, the one who saved Mandy's life and the one who we saw with Christina in that tabloid."

Jessica smiled. "That would be Ryley."

"He is gorgeous," Suzanne said. 

"Yeah, but what are you guys doing together?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, we broke a part on the car we're using and had to come over here to get a new one."

"Uh huh," Jennifer said, giving her friends a knowing look.

Jessica's mile faded. "Girls, there's nothing else going on, okay? You're right, he's gorgeous, but so is my husband, remember?"

"Yeah, but not as gorgeous as Ryley."

THE NEXT DAY

The Camaro threw up dense clouds of white smoke as it spun in a long and continuous circle. The newly installed motor sang an incredible song as Jessica stood watching with the cast and crew. She was amazed at how well Ryley could drive, he truly was an artist except cars were his brush and the ground his canvas. His driving was really going to spice up the video.

There was something else that was going into the video, which was going to spice it up as well. Something that she had yet to reveal to Ryley and something she had gotten permission from Nick to do. Strangely, he had given her his consent with a simple wave of his hand and a dismissive reply. Jessica wondered what it was going to be like to kiss Ryley.

As she had this thought, the Camaro came sideways out of it's smoky circle and roared across the parking lot. The wheels locked up and the Camaro spun a hundred and eighty degrees and slid to a stop, neatly tucked into a parking space. Some of the crew cheered as Ryley climbed out of the car and gave a comic bow to his audience.

He walked over towards the group of people who were beginning to get ready for the final shot, the one Jessica was nervous over. Ryley walked up to her, where she stood with the cheerleading team and smiled down at her. He picked his Stetson up off the table and placed it on his head, shielding his eyes from the sun.

"You ready for the final shot or what?" he asked.

Jessica nodded. "Yeah."

"You know you still haven't told me what it is."

"Well," Jessica said as TJ started up the Camaro and carefully drove it out to the center of the football field, trying not to tear up the grass. "Can I talk to you in private?"

Ryley sensed she was nervous. "Sure," he said.

"Excuse us," Jessica said to the girls on the cheerleading team and led Ryley around the back of the bleachers and behind a wooden fence.

"What's up, Jessica?" he asked. "You okay?"

She shook her head. "I'm nervous."

"About what?"

"This scene."

"Why?"

Jessica swallowed. "Ryley, we kiss."

Ryley's eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. "Oh. So why are you so nervous?"

"Ryley!" she hissed, her eyes wide. "I haven't kissed anyone else since before I met Nick!"

"So then you don't know how to go about this, am I right?"

Jessica lowered her face. "Yeah. I'm so embarrassed."

"What kind of kiss, does this have to be?"

"Just an ordinary kiss," she replied, her face still lowered.

Ryley took a step towards her and placed his finger under her chin. He gently lifted her face until it was raised to his. Sliding his hand up the curve of her lower jaw, he gently wrapped his fingers around the side of her throat to the back of her neck, his thumb delicately caressing her earlobe. Jessica's eyes fluttered at his touch.

"Close your eyes," Ryley said.

She closed them. Ryley could feel her heart racing through the pulse under his hand and Jessica's breathing increased. Wetting his lips slightly, Ryley lowered his face to hers and closed his eyes as their lips met. He didn't try to use his tongue at all, merely kissed her on the lips in a long slow motion. 

Jessica's hands rose up to hold Ryley but paused midway. They hung there for a few seconds as if contemplating their next move then her arms encircled his back and her hands found the back of his neck. Ryley placed his other hand on her waist as he pulled out of the kiss.

"How was that?" he asked.

Jessica opened her eyes after a moment. "More," she said. "It needs more."

"More?" he asked, enjoying the feel of her warm supple body against his.

Jessica gave him a breathless nod. Ryley was sad to see her so worked up over such a little kiss. But it turned him on extremely.

"More how? Like open lipped?"

Jessica nodded again, her fingers playing with Ryley's hair. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. This time Jessica's lips opened and so did Ryley's. He sucked her lower lip, lightly into his and clearly tasted the strawberry lip-gloss. Jessica moaned into his mouth and then quickly pulled back.

"What about that?"

"It needs to be hotter," she stated.

Ryley wrapped both his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she replied immediately.

They both moved in for the kiss in the same instant. This time their mouths opened and Jessica slid her tongue into his mouth to find his. Ryley didn't keep her waiting, he met her tongue in the center and they greeted each other like best friends. He could feel her body melting into his as she pressed her curves against him.

Jessica moaned as she stood up on her tiptoes, eagerly seeking Ryley's affection. Not wishing to let her down, Ryley returned her passion with a growing fire and lifted her off the ground by her waist and held her against him. Jessica's lips eagerly continued their assault on his and their tongues were dueling like two snakes.

Ryley found himself wishing the moment could last forever and that this girl wasn't married, happily or otherwise. Jessica pulled her lips away from his, holding his lower lip in a lingering embrace before she opened her eyes. She seemed suddenly nervous, her eyes searching Ryley's for something.

He set her back on her feet and reluctantly released her.

"Oh God," Jessica said, her hand rising to her mouth.

Ryley hugged her gently. "Jessica, calm down. It doesn't have to mean anything beyond what you tell yourself."

Jessica was breathing raggedly on the verge of breaking down. "I just- I just, oh no."

"Calm down Jessica. Take it easy," Ryley said, his voice soothing.

Jessica took several deep breaths and seemed to relax. "You're right, Ryley."

He released her and she stepped back. Ryley looked over her form, which seemed flushed under the blue and white cheerleading uniform.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Are you ready to shoot this?"

"After you," he said, stepping aside and waving his arm in a dramatic gesture.

"Thank you," she replied, her tone playful as she skipped past him.

Ryley groaned as he fell into step behind her and she cast him a look over her shoulder that was all smiles and sparkling brown eyes. If he didn't know any better, Ryley would swear she was being flirtatious. Jessica walked across the football field to join the producer and the crew. Ryley walked over and examined his reflection in the finish of the Camaro.

The costumers had let him wear his own clothes, since the costume already consisted of jeans, a T-shirt and cowboy boots, all of which Ryley had a steady supply of. The only thing that had been added was a black silk shirt, which they had left unbuttoned and contrasted nicely with the white T-shirt and faded jeans. Turning around, Ryley leaned back against the driver's side door, his position until the director told him otherwise.

The director called for quiet and yelled action. The sound system on the sidelines cued up and the music began to play over the speakers. Ryley watched as Jessica, flanked by the entire cheerleading team began to dance provocatively. The sound of her voice, which Ryley already knew would be dubbed along with the music later on, carried to his ears. She had one hell of a voice, he thought as he kept a cool expression on his face for the cameras positioned around him.

He remained where he was until Jessica spun a hundred and eighty degrees to face him. Even from thirty yards away Ryley could see the intense look she was fixing him with, whether it was for him or the cameras was hard to tell. The cheerleading team also spun and waited for Jessica to walk through them before following her across the field, stepping in rhythm with the music.

When the director yelled for him to do so, Ryley stepped away from the Camaro and stood a few feet away. He already knew what he was supposed to do, so he waited while Jessica walked around him, her hand running across his chest and around his back, her eyes roving over his body in a hungry manner. When she was in front of him and walking away Ryley reached out and grabbed her hand.

He pulled her back to him and she spun in a graceful pirouette, her long blonde hair swinging out from her head, and right into his arms. Ryley wrapped his arms around her lower back and leaned his forehead against hers. Jessica's breathing was making her chest heave from the singing and dancing, as their eyes remained locked.

Her lines were finished for the video, though the song continued. Slowly, they moved their lips together, closing their eyes a moment before they touched. When they did, Jessica kissed him with a hungry intensity, her tongue meeting his and her hands going to the back of his head.

They kissed for several seconds and then Jessica's one hand slid down his back and around to the front of his jeans. It slithered into his pocket and moved around, brushing against his leg and the head of his cock before it closed on the keys to the Camaro. She yanked them out and Ryley moved back from the kiss in mock surprise as Jessica laughed and pushed him away.

Ryley threw up his hands in mock anger as Jessica jumped into the driver's seat of the Camaro. She started the motor and revved it, dumping the clutch into first gear. The tires spun, kicking up grass and dirt as the Camaro roared across the football field. 

"Cut!" yelled the director.

The Camaro slid to a stop in the end zone and Jessica climbed from the car. Everyone began cheering and congratulating each other. The cheerleaders all ran past Ryley, giving him little sideways glances, as they ran over to Jessica who hugged them all. Ryley walked over to the Camaro as well, shaking the hands of the cameramen who had been filming the scene around the car.

When he reached Jessica she was still encircled by the group of cheerleaders.

"Jessica, that was awesome!" cried one girl.

"Yeah," said another. "That kiss was so hot!"

"Yeah," Ryley said and they all turned to him. "You can drive a manual too."

Jessica smiled at him and one of the girls leaned over and whispered in Jessica's ear. She turned to the girl and smiled. Ryley was curious as the girl turned to Ryley and smiled, blushing.

"Okay, girls," Jessica said. "Thanks for your help, I'll see you all in a little while."

The girls kind of dispersed, running back to the sidelines to gather up their things. Jessica walked over to Ryley and shyly slid her arm into his.

"Walk with me?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Sure."

They walked around the football field past the bleachers and towards the trailers. Ryley sensed Jessica wanted to say something to him, but he made no move to urge her towards speaking. They merely walked in silence until they came to the edge of the parking lot where the crew was busy breaking down everything and packing it up. TJ was also busy packing up the Camaro and their tools. They were going to head home that night.

"So, Ryley," Jessica said, looking up at him. "What are you doing tonight?"

"We're going to head home, actually."

Jessica looked crestfallen. "Oh."

"Why, Jess, what's on your mind?"

"Well I told the girls on the cheerleading team that I would help them out tonight."

Ryley cocked an eyebrow. "Help them with what?"

"They're- I mean the team is having a fundraiser to raise money to fight childhood leukemia. It's like a fair kind of thing over at the local racetrack."

"The racetrack?"

Jessica smiled. "Yeah, I know, it's your type of place. But the fire department is holding like an auction and there's supposed to be all these big wig rich people there. Anyways, the girls were wondering if you could come and help out too."

Ryley sighed. "I don't know, Jessica. We have to get back."

"Ryley," Jessica said, her voice low and plaintive as she looked up at him through her eyelashes and then flipped her hair back. "I was kind of hoping you could help out."

He paused and smiled. "Let me get cleaned up. You want to ride there with me?"

She nodded and smiled. "Yeah."

"Okay, I'll meet you in like twenty minutes?"

Jessica smiled and stood up on her tiptoes giving Ryley a kiss on the cheek.

LATER THAT NIGHT

By the look on Jessica's face Ryley guessed that she had had no idea the thing would be this big. There were probably five thousand people moving around the parking area and the grandstands of the racetrack. Ryley patiently sat in line with the other cars being directed into parking spaces. Finally they came to a couple of girls wearing orange vests directing traffic.

They immediately recognized Jessica and waved them around the line of cars. Several other groups of girls directing traffic continued to wave them past until they were at the staging area of the drag strip. Ryley looked over at Jessica who smiled as they sat in the burnout box. 

Large groups of people began to climb into the grandstands and line the fence along the track. The lights of the ET board flashed on, as did the staging lights. Ryley looked over at all the people lining the rack and the growing roar of their combined voices. Another car, a wicked sounding Hemi 'Cuda pulled up in the opposing lane.

"Jessica, this goes beyond helping out," Ryley said.

She smiled. "Sorry, but this means a lot to these kids."

Ryley clenched his teeth and looked over at the guy behind the wheel of the 'Cuda. He was about thrity-ish with long dark hair and a mean sneer on his face. Ryley looked back down the track, his adrenaline beginning to pump.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said a booming voice over the loudspeakers. "Thank you for joining us tonight to aid in the fight against childhood leukemia. And now for the main event

"Your very own, local quarter mile champion driving his infamous Hemi 'Cuda, George Barnes!"

A cheer rose among the crowd and the 'Cuda's motor screamed in response. The guy pulled forwards into the burnout box and began smoking the shit out of his slicks. He released the line lock and the car fishtailed forwards and then backed up to the starting line.

"And now," said a familiar voice. Ryley looked over at the tower and saw TJ standing in the booth, holding the microphone. "Former Winston Cup Rookie of the year, Ryley Hale, the Sandman, driving the black 2002 Camaro SS."

Jessica grabbed onto the seat so hard her knuckles turned white as Ryley revved the motor and dumped the clutch. The rear tires of the Camaro spun wickedly, the rear of the car shimmying and shaking as it sat still, throwing up plumes of dense white smoke. Ryley let off the gas slightly and the Camaro rolled forwards out of the burnout box and into the staging lanes.

They came to a stop, the amber lights winking on next to them as Ryley aligned the front and rear tires with the trip lasers. The sound of the crowd rose relative to the sound of the rumbling Hemi next to them and the smoother, but undeniable snarl of the tweaked LS1. Jessica's heart was pounding as she glanced from Ryley to the light tree next to her.

The red lights winked out and the amber lights began to wink on in a descending series. When the last set of amber lights winked on, Ryley feathered the clutch out and the Camaro sprang forwards in the same instant as the green lights winked on. The 'Cuda roared next to them and leaped off the line its front wheels hanging almost two feet off the ground as the car surged forwards.

Jessica looked over at Ryley, who's eyes were focused straight ahead on the finish line. As she watched Ryley hit the clutch and shifted into second so fast Jessica could barely see his hand move. Looking over at the 'Cuda, she could see it was still ahead of them, but no longer gaining ground.

The LS1 continued to scream, as Ryley slammed third, keeping the motor wound up tight at six thousand RPM. Jessica looked over at the 'Cuda and saw they were now dead even with the car, its motor a screaming 426 cubic inch beast under the shaker hood. Ryley grabbed fourth and floored the gas.

The lighter Camaro sprang ahead and pulled incessantly on the gleaming Chrysler all the way across the finish line. Ryley let off the gas and let the Camaro slow down. The wind whipped past them, its roar a pleasant silence after the screaming of two very powerful motors. Jessica breathed an excited sigh of pent up tension as they turned onto the narrow road leading back to the grandstands.

They pulled into a cordoned off area amidst the fair and were quickly surrounded by cheering crowds. Ryley shut the Camaro off and looked over at Jessica. He smiled, his eyes glowing and she sensed that somehow he was different. Smiling back at him, she climbed out of the Camaro and waved to the people around the car.

Ryley climbed out of the car as the 'Cuda pulled to a stop next to the Camaro. The driver got out and walked around the car to face Ryley. He smiled and held out his hand. Ryley shook it.

"Nice driving," said George.

Ryley smiled. "Thanks, a lot, man. That is the most gorgeous Barracuda I have ever laid eyes on."




The Cowboy Way Ch. 10



I have to apologize, my email server crashed over the weekend, I got no emails sent to me from April 17 to the 20th, so I missed everyone’s feedback except for about two from chapter nine. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please vote and send me an email, let me know what you think and what you would like to see in the future. I take all your suggestions into account when writing. The Cowboy

Ryley had been slightly disappointed that Kix Brooks and Ronnie Dunn from Brooks and Dunn wouldn’t be at the filming for this part of the video. He hadn’t seen those guys in quite some time and had been looking forward to seeing them again. But he had forgotten his dismay when he had laid eyes on Roselyn Sanchez.

She was an exquisite example of a Puerto Rican beauty. Long dark hair, an olive complexion and some of the darkest eyes Ryley had ever seen gave the woman an air of mystery. Her body was the kind you dreamed about - long toned legs, tight stomach, smooth skin and the kind of figure that made Playboy readers drool.

Ryley hadn’t seen any of her work, but had been told she was a model and actress in Puerto Rico. She had come to America to be an actress and had succeeded with the popular comedy Rush Hour 2 where she played an undercover Secret Service Agent. Apparently she had also just finished filming a movie with Cuba Gooding Jr. in Germany.

From the moment they saw each other Ryley knew he liked her and was pretty sure she liked him. Their introduction had been less dramatic then when he had met Jessica Simpson, but no less memorable. 

Ryley had pulled into the dusty parking lot, which was serving as the base for the shoot, driving a brand new 2003 GMC 2500HD Sierra with the Duramax Diesel and Allison Five Speed Automatic transmission. Behind the truck was the black horse trailer where Cheyenne was waiting impatiently after his long ride.

Across the Texas landscape Ryley could see the small cluster of buildings, which were being turned into an old western type of setup. They had all been rented, which was stupid since the place was a ghost town, for the video. No one had really informed him in any detail about what the shoot was going to entail, merely that Ryley needed to ride a horse.

The director had come walking out of a large tent set up near the trailers, smiling and greeting Ryley with a handshake. He was a nice guy and the first normal guy Ryley had met as a director. Speaking simply and quickly the director explained what the video was about.

Brooks and Dunn’s new cowboy love song needed an incredible video. They wanted a video that could compete with the likes of Kenny Chesney, Toby Keith and Tim McGraw. Videos, as everyone knew, were becoming the newest and hottest medium for singers and had garnered their own special awards shows. Ryley knew this already.

Basically the video was going to be Ryley riding through the desert, jumping some bushes and shit like that. Then he was supposed to ride into this town that the crew was setting up. Roselyn was going to be working in the local Cantina and Ryley was supposed to walk through the doors and sparks were supposed to fly. 

The rest of the video was supposed to be Ryley and Roselyn entangled in passionate embraces, riding Cheyenne together and making out. Ryley laughed at the blunt way the director put everything. He had smiled at Ryley’s reaction and patted him on the back, informing Ryley that he was straight and only wished he could be in Ryley’s shoes for the video.

“ Why is that, Frank?” Ryley asked.

Frank, who was the director, smiled. “ Miss Sanchez,” he called. “ Your co-star is here. Come on out so I can introduce you two.”

Ryley looked over at the tent in time to see her walk out from underneath the canopy. The harsh sun glimmered on her silky hair and set her olive skin aglow. She wore a simple skirt of a light, white material and a white tank top. The sight of her, radiating pure sexuality and beauty made Ryley’s knees weak.

She stopped in front of him and removed her designer sunglasses. Her dark, almost black eyes sparkled up at him, roving over his body. A smile spread across her face, causing her eyes to sparkle even brighter. Ryley held out his hand.

“ I’m Ryley Hale,” he said.

She took his hand in hers. “ Roselyn Sanchez.”

Ryley melted at the sound of her voice, her accent one of the sexiest things he could remember. He released her hand and stepped back, but they continued to regard one another. Frank laughed.

“ The camera is going to love the two of you,” he said.

Roselyn smiled at Frank then looked back at Ryley. They began filming the next day with Ryley and Cheyenne galloping in circles around various groups of cameramen. The golden Palomino stallion was loving every second of it. Ryley hadn’t had a chance to ride the horse in over a month and the chance for them both to ride, especially in an area as beautiful as this was a relief.

They thundered through several rivers, throwing up a kaleidoscope of water into the air, drenching them both. The heat of the Texas sun had them both dry in a matter of minutes, though. They managed to find enough time to clean themselves up before the sunset shots of Cheyenne rearing up against the sun, pawing the air. Ryley controlled the big horse like a rodeo champ, staying in the saddle and turning the horse in a circle on his rear legs.

Their performance had been watched by everyone involved in the video from the crew all the way down to the three dozen or so extras. They had all watched breathlessly as Ryley had directed Cheyenne to rear up, pawing the sky like a movie star himself. When the big horse had finally come back down to earth everyone had applauded and Ryley had tipped his hat in a comedic gesture.

Ryley had caught sight of Roselyn as she stood next to Frank. She was regarding him with a slight smile, the look in her eyes giving Ryley a heady premonition of something to come. Roselyn’s eyes were clearly the window to her soul, quietly revealing the thoughts spiraling through her head and her heart. Ryley had been involved romantically with girls since he was in high school and knew just what those looks meant.

After that final shot on the riverbank everyone had gone back to the ghost town for a party. Ryley had joined them a couple hours later after taking care of Cheyenne, making sure the big horse was brushed, fed and watered. He had taken enough time to get cleaned up himself, showering, putting on clean clothes and a little cologne. Taking a deep breath he had pushed open the old fashioned saloon doors and stepped into the Cantina.

Ryley now stood in the face of some fairly loud music, wonderful smells from the catered tables of food and the sounds of conversations and laughter. Returning a few waves and smiles from some of the people Ryley walked inside towards the bar. He poured himself a glass of Scotch with a few ice cubes and then turned to face the room.

The adobe building had been cleaned from top to bottom and then ‘dirtied’ in an old fashioned kind of way. Old style wooden tables and chairs were set up around the floor along with brass spittoons and other wild west memorabilia. People were scattered throughout the building eating, drinking, talking and dancing. A table in the far corner next to the door had been set up with all the music and DJ equipment and several people were perusing the music selection.

He spotted her across the room sitting at a table with Frank and several other executive members of the video. Roselyn was listening to what one of the producers was saying, nodding and smiling. She was wearing a long black skirt and red, sleeveless shirt with her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Looking closely, Ryley could see her holding a longneck bottle of beer and peeling the label. At that moment she turned her head and saw him, an unconscious smile spreading across her face as she regarded him.

Stepping away from the bar, Ryley crossed the floor towards her. Her eyes locked on his as he approached and stopped next to the table. 

“ Hey, Ryley,” Frank said. “ Great job today. I’ve never seen riding quite like that.”

“ Yeah,” echoed the producer who had been speaking moments earlier. “ Great job.”

Thanks,” Ryley replied, nodding to the man. He turned to Roselyn. “ Would you like to join me for a drink?”

She smiled. “ Sure,” she said, then turned to the other men at the table. “ Excuse me.”

They all uttered some reply and watched intently as she stood up and followed Ryley across the floor to the bar.

“ Thank you, Ryley,” she said. “ They were becoming unbearable.”

He smiled as he pulled a fresh beer out of a bucket of iced down bottles. Popping the cap, he handed her the bottle.

“ No problem. I could tell you were getting bored.”

She smiled as she sipped from her beer.

“ That really was incredible,” Roselyn said. “ You’re great with that horse.”

“ Thanks. We spent quite a few years together.”

“ Oh yeah?” she asked.

Ryley nodded. “ Yeah, I was in the saddle for a paycheck for about five years.”

Roselyn smiled. “ So you’re a real cowboy, not some phony?”

“ Yes, ma’am,” Ryley replied, adding a Texas twang to his voice.

She laughed. “ Come on, you wanna go for a walk?”

He nodded. “ Where we going?”

Roselyn shrugged. “ Anywhere, just so we can talk and get away from all this,” she replied, waving her hand at the Cantina. “ This music is making my head hurt.”

Ryley followed her across the room towards the front door. He couldn’t resist letting his eyes fall to her narrow waist and her ass as it swished back and forth under her skirt. They stepped outside into the cool night air. 

The full moon cast a ghostly and rather romantic light across the almost desert landscape. They walked across the dusty street to the boardwalk in front of the hotel. Roselyn smiled over her shoulder at him as she opened the door and stepped inside. She tried the light switches, which were antiques, but no lights came on.

Ryley squinted in the darkness and saw what he wanted. Retrieving a book of matches from his pocket he lit the candles on the bar, filling the room with a soft, flickering glow. Turning around, he saw Roselyn standing there near one of the tables, her hair masking half her face in a timeless pose. He smiled and walked over to the table where she stood and pulled out a chair for her.

After she sat down Ryley sat down across from her, placing his Scotch on the table. They sat there regarding each other quietly for a few moments. Roselyn reached up and brushed her hair back over her ear.

“ Where are you from, Ryley?” she asked.

He looked at her with a quiet smile, which she returned. 

“ I’m just curious,” she said.

“ I grew up in Orlando, but moved out when I was eighteen.”

“ Where did you go?” she asked.

Ryley shrugged. “ I went to North Carolina.”

“ Why?”

He smiled. “ To race cars. Driving cars is the one thing I’ve always been good at.”

“ And did you race?”

He nodded. 

“ Were you any good?” she asked with a smile.

“ Oh yeah,” he replied immediately.

“ So what happened?”

“ My ego got bigger than my ability and someone got hurt. They black flagged me, kicked me off the circuit.”

“ What did you do then? Go home?”

He shook his head. “ God no.”

“ Why not?”

Ryley sighed. “ There was nothing to go home to. My parents-well my father used to beat the crap out of me and my brother. My mom was no better, she was drunk half the time and acted like everything was okay.”

“ So what did you do?”

“ Worked as a mechanic for awhile.”

Roselyn leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. Ryley tried not to stare at her body, but kept his eyes locked on hers.

“ What happened then?”

Ryley shook his head. “ Not tonight, Roselyn. Nothing personal but that’s a touchy subject for me.”

She smiled. “ Sorry.”

“ What about you, what was it like growing up for you?”

Roselyn shook her head. “ My parents loved me. They supported me in everything I did.”

“ Why did you come to America?”

She looked at him, her eyes betraying a feeling of being looked down upon. Ryley held up his hand apologetically.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I’m just curious, if you had all that at home, why leave like that?”

Roselyn smiled, her eyes softening. “ To be a star of course, and I guess it worked, what do you think?”

Ryley shrugged. “ Well, I’ve never heard of you before so I don’t know.”

“ Oh,” she replied, slightly disheartened.

“ But I should have,” he said.

She looked up at him. “ Why?”

“ Because you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Roselyn smiled and laughed. “You are direct aren’t you?”

Ryley shrugged. “ Why be subtle?”

The sparkle in her eyes turned into a raging, lustful inferno as she looked at him, pursing her full lips slightly. 

“ You know,” she said. “ Tomorrow you and I are supposed to fall in love.”

Ryley smiled. “ Yeah, Frank told me.”

“ Could you actually fall in love with me, in real life I mean?”

The question shocked Ryley. “ Uh, Roselyn, what are you asking me?”

She cocked her head slightly. “ Like you said, why be subtle. To be honest, Ryley you’re the kind of man I’ve always been attracted to. And I want to know, could you ever fall in love with me?”

Ryley looked down at the floor. Her question had shocked him in several ways, but mostly because it made him think of Mandy. He actually hadn’t thought of her in quite awhile. Mostly because he had been so busy, but he couldn’t recall thinking of her since right before he had met Jessica Simpson. It also shocked him because he realized that he wasn’t sure if he loved her anymore and Roselyn was the kind of woman he could easily fall for. He looked back up at her.

“ Roselyn, I could easily fall in love with you. But I think I’m in love with someone else,” he said.

Her eyes dropped and Ryley could almost see her heart dropping as well. 

“ Oh,” she replied. “ Forget I ever said it,” she said and stood up from her chair, walking quickly towards the door.

“ Roselyn,” Ryley called, rushing after her.

He caught her at the door, slamming it closed as she opened it. She turned around to face him, his hand still on the door. Her eyes were open to her soul again and Ryley could see her emotions betraying her. It touched him to see her so upset over this, but it made Ryley realize that maybe there was more to this girl than she was letting on. The whole part about her parents supporting her all the time had been a little too fairy tale for Ryley.

Leaving his hand on the door Ryley used his other hand to gently grab the front of her shirt. Her eyes never left his, her hands resting gently on the door behind her. Slowly, Ryley pulled her away from the door until she was looking up at him, their faces a couple of inches apart. Pulling his other hand away from the door, Ryley placed it in the small of her back, tenderly holding her in place.

Letting go of her shirt, he brought his finger up to her chin, his thumb caressing the smooth skin below her bottom lips as he tilted her head up. Roselyn let out a slow, trembling breath as Ryley leaned down and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped into hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Roselyn pulled herself against his body, her right foot coming off the floor as she wrapped her leg around the back of his. Ryley slid his hand to the back of her neck, holding her in place as they kissed passionately. The intensity of the kiss surprised Ryley, it hadn’t been what he expected and the way she was kissing him back was like she wanted to do nothing else.

She gently pulled back from his lips, her eyes flickering open as she breathed deeply. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck, gently running through his hair. Ryley wrapped both his arms around her waist and smiled at her.

“ I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that,” she said. “ You’re a great kisser.”

“ Thank you,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her again.

Roselyn moaned, closing her eyes and surrendering to him once again. After a few seconds she gently pushed him back again. She leaned her forehead against his, her eyes still closed.

“ Ryley,” she whispered. “ Could you love me for the video?”

“ What do you mean?”

She sighed. “ I haven’t been loved in a long time, Ryley. I want to know, if you can’t love me in life, will you love me in the video?”

So that was it. This incredibly gorgeous woman hadn’t been in love in so long she wanted a romance for the video. Ryley found it strange, but not unheard of. He had known quite a few women from the realm of Hollywood and stardom that were so good looking it was actually hard for them to find true love. He was even sure there had been a couple of movies made based on the idea.

“ I don’t know what to say,” Ryley said as he kissed her on the forehead.

She looked up at him. “ Say yes.”

“ Of course, Roselyn. I’d love to love you.”

Roselyn smiled and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues clashed and their hands started to explore. Her hands dropped from his neck to the front of his pants, where they cupped and squeezed his growing erection. 

Ryley moved one hand up from her narrow waist across her solid stomach to cup her breast through her shirt. He smiled when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant her breasts were some of the greatest he had ever touched. Her breasts sat high and natural on her chest and were firm yet supple under his fingers as he gently squeezed first one then the other.

She moaned as she stroked him through his jeans, her fingernails clawing the denim. Ryley let his hand drop down to her skirt and he began pulling up the material to reach underneath. He could feel her tensing up in his arms, anxiously anticipating the feel of his hand on her.

When Ryley slid his hand under her dress he was greeted with some of the smoothest skin he had ever felt. He trailed his hand up her luscious thigh to the apex of her legs. What his hand found was not the silk or lace he expected to find. What he found was the already moist lips he was ultimately seeking.

“ Nothing?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “ I hate underwear,” she answered breathlessly.

Ryley found a thin strip of neatly trimmed hair on her mound as he began caressing her moistening slit. Roselyn whined with desire as she kissed him hungrily, her mouth devouring his. Sliding a finger into her hole, Ryley found an incredibly tight and inviting place for the burning need in his pants.

Roselyn pulled back from his mouth.

“ I have a room upstairs,” she said.

“ No trailer?”

“ I hate trailers.”

Ryley smiled. “ Me too.”

Reaching down, he swept Roselyn of her feet, cradling her in his arms. She giggled as he easily carried her across the room to the bar. She picked one of the candles up off the bar and used it to light the way as Ryley carried her upstairs.

Her room was right at the top of the stairs, the only open doorway in the hall. Apparently the crew had cleaned it and set it up for her use. Fresh sheets were on the bed and Ryley could see her luggage against the wall. But none of that entered his mind as he lay Roselyn on the bed, pressing his lips to hers as she tried to set the candle on the nightstand.

She laughed as Ryley playfully nipped her throat. When she finally managed to set the candle on the nightstand Roselyn pulled Ryley back up for a passionate kiss. She then pushed Ryley off her and onto his back.

Roselyn rose up over him and straddled his thighs. She leaned forward and pushed his shirt up his stomach. She kissed, licked and sucked her way down his chest, across his stomach and to his pants. Looking up at him with a smile, she undid his belt, the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 10



Her hand reached into his boxers and took hold of his throbbing cock. Ryley smiled at the look of surprise on her face as she pulled his erection out of his pants. She stroked it slowly and looked up at him. A smile spread across her face.

“ Nice,” she whispered. “ Very nice.”

Ryley watched intently as Roselyn lowered her lips toward his cock. Her tongue brushed across the head causing him to close his eyes in bliss as she slowly lowered her mouth onto his burning organ. Her mouth enveloped the head of his cock and slowly slid about three quarters of the way down the shaft.

Roselyn sucked hard and stroked his shaft with one hand while her other played with his balls. Ryley managed to open his eyes to watch as she began to bob up and down on him, going deeper with every downward motion. Reaching down, he placed one hand on the back of Roselyn’s head, tangling his fingers in her long hair and gently guided her motions on his pole.

Ryley could feel the head bumping against the back of her throat, but rather then pull back, she pushed her lips down his shaft and swallowed. A groan escaped his lips as his meat slid into her throat. Not since he had been with Mandy in the trailer that day had someone deep throated him. The feel of Roselyn’s throat convulsively trying to swallow his cock was overwhelming.

After a few more seconds of that incredible feeling she pulled her lips slowly back up his shaft. His cock popped out of her throat and she sucked her way all the way to the tip, stroking him slowly. Roselyn pulled her lips off his cock and sat up straight, smiling down at Ryley’s look of pure pleasure as she continued to pump his cock with both hands.

Ryley smiled at her. “ That was incredible.”

She gave him a shy smile as he sat up to face her. He held her face in his hands as he kissed her and she gently placed her hands on his. Ryley leaned back and looked into her eyes for a moment. 

Roselyn reached down, grabbed her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Ryley’s eyes fell on her heavenly body. Her breasts were fairly large for a girl with a petite body and they sat just right on her chest with no lines or marks. Large, dark brown nipples adorned them and were slightly upturned as Ryley began to lick and suck them.

She moaned and leaned back in his arms. Ryley lowered her to the bed where she lay on her back between his legs. He got up off the bed long enough to pull off his shirt and pants. He then slid back onto the bed, kneeling between Roselyn’s legs.

Roselyn raised her hips off the bed as Ryley reached behind her waist and undid the catch and zipper of her skirt. He slid the fabric off her body and tossed it aside. A smile crossed his face as he examined the gorgeous creature before him.

Her body was tight and toned in a womanly way. She wasn’t a young woman like Britney or Mandy, nor was she a predator like Angelina. Roselyn was pure and utter woman and a gorgeous example of the female race. Her skin was incredibly smooth as Ryley gently caressed her stomach, but the muscles underneath were solid as were her thighs and calves.

A sigh escaped her lips as Ryley leaned forward and placed a kiss at the spot where her stomach met her breastbone. Roselyn trembled in anticipation as Ryley kissed his way across her stomach to the top of her mound. Taking her legs and placing them over his shoulders he trailed his tongue lightly over her mound.

Her juices intoxicated him and urged him to drive his tongue deeply into her hole. Roselyn’s hips bucked as she felt his tongue snaking around in her pussy. She grabbed the headboard and squeezed until her knuckles turned white. A moan escaped her lips as Ryley’s finger replaced his tongue, which went right to her engorged clit.

Ryley began to slide his finger in and out of her gripping snatch, spreading her juices and causing more to flood her insides. Roselyn’s breathing began to take on a ragged edge as Ryley’s tongue worked its magic on her clitoris. She could feel the telltale heat building up inside her, overwhelming her body.

She felt it rise up from her womb and spread across her chest as Ryley slid a second finger in alongside the first. Her nipples began to tingle like someone was prickling them with thousands of tiny needles. In fact her entire body began to tingle as she felt Ryley expertly manipulating her body.

The explosion of her orgasm washing over body stole her breath and made her toes curl. Her body bucked and writhed on the bed in such an incredibly erotic way that Ryley had to place a hand on her stomach to hold her hips still enough for him to keep flicking her clit. It was a forgone effort as Roselyn’s body was on autopilot, completely taken over by her orgasm.

Ryley slid up her body, resting his cock against her still quivering pussy and rest his body over hers. He held her in his arms, feeling her orgasm coursing through her body causing Roselyn to tremble in excitement. He could feel her chest heaving under him, her breasts pressing against his body.

The look on her face made his cock burn, yearning to be buried deep within her, but he wanted to wait until she had calmed down. He wanted to look her in the eye as he slid his raging hard on inside of her. And the feel of her in his arms, writhing in ecstasy was a powerful feeling that he didn’t want to interrupt.

Within a couple of minutes Roselyn’s breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. A lustful, appeased smile crossed her face as she regarded him through half closed eyes. She pulled him down for a kiss, running her tongue along the insides of his mouth, her breath whispering across his face.

Reaching between them, Roselyn curled her fingers around Ryley’s shaft and he raised his hips so she could direct the head of his cock to her opening. She rubbed the head of his cock around her slit, spreading her juices and causing Ryley’s body to tremble. Finally she placed the head against her tight hole and raised her hips, his cock sliding inside of her.

They both moaned as Roselyn released Ryley’s cock and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. Neither of them looked away from each other’s eyes as they both savored the feel of his long, thick cock filling her tight, wet hole. Roselyn bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as Ryley bottomed out inside her.

His balls nestled against her ass as he ground himself inside her body, moving his cock back and forth. Leaning down he planted a long and sensual kiss on Roselyn’s lips, which she eagerly returned as she adjusted to Ryley’s cock inside her. Her breath was still coming in little gasps, she had never had anyone this large inside of her and the feeling was indescribable. 

“ Ryley,” she breathed. “ You feel so fucking good.”

He smiled, not sure of what to say. “ I’m glad you like it.”

Roselyn moaned. “ Dios mio,” she breathed.

Ryley smiled. “ I don’t speak Spanish, gorgeous.”

She opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile. “ I said my God. Ryley, I feel so fucking full!”

He leaned down and kissed her throat.

“ Fuck me, Ryley and don’t you dare fucking stop until you come inside me.”

Hearing these words, Ryley pulled his cock back out to the tip and then slammed back in to the hilt. Roselyn screamed in his ear, her fingernails clawing at his arms as he began to pound her pussy. At first it was incredibly tight, almost too tight, but within seconds her juices began to flow freely, coating his cock and making their motions easier and more fluid.

Nonetheless, Roselyn was so tight her lips would stretch out around his shaft every time he pulled out and then were forced back in when he thrust into her. Feeling every inch of her gripping him like that was making Ryley’s eyes water. It felt like a vacuum around his cock, the suction was so intense. He felt like his insides were going to be pulled out through his cock she was so tight.

Ryley kept up a furious pace, hammering Roselyn’s body into the bed. They were fucking so hard that the big oak headboard that Roselyn had been holding before was slamming against the wall. It was hitting so hard that pieces of plaster were falling off the wall behind it.

Roselyn’s moans were choppy and interrupted every time Ryley shoved his cock back inside of her. She had never been fucked so thoroughly, never been filled like this and never enjoyed sex like this. Feeling Ryley moving her up the bed every time their bodies met, only to pull her back by the hips with his hands every time he thrust back into her was like being completely helpless. This feeling excited Roselyn like nothing had ever done before.

For her to feel a man handle her like this was like a drug. She could feel the intensity of his lovemaking coursing through every vein in her body. She could feel his pulse through his throbbing cock when it was buried inside of her, stretching her body to the point where she felt like she was going to be torn apart.

Her breasts, as firm as they were, had relented to the incredible pace the two of them had set. The two magnificent orbs were bouncing around on her chest like two water balloons. Her sensitive nipples were carving an imaginary figure eight in the air above her breasts until Roselyn reached down and pinched them between her thumb and forefinger of each hand.

Ryley’s body, like hers, was covered in sweat as they continued to thrust against each other. He could feel his orgasm beginning to boil in his balls and at the base of his cock. He could also sense her impending orgasm as he watched her pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts in her hands.

Reaching down, he brushed her hands away and grabbed her breasts in his hands. He could feel them rocking with each of his frenzied thrusts as he roughly pinched her nipples. This triggered her orgasm.

Ryley could literally see her olive skin flush as her orgasm crashed over her, locking her body in a frozen scream, her mouth wide open. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, locking him deep within her. Suddenly, the spell broke and Roselyn screamed out loud, her body shaking and writhing beneath him.

He had to grab her hips to keep his cock buried in her convulsing snatch. Ryley felt the burning in his balls explode. The fiery burn of his cum coursing up through his shaft took his breath away as he tried to force his cock deeper within Roselyn’s body. 

She whined as she felt his cum gushing out of his cock. The huge, bloated head and shaft jerked in her pussy as load after load of his hot seed erupted inside of her. Feeling his large cock spewing its tremendous load into her body was such a shock that it took Roselyn’s breath away.

Ryley continued to pump his load into Roselyn’s gripping snatch. His cum poured out around his shaft, coating his balls and the inside of Roselyn’s thighs. Taking a deep breath, Ryley leaned over Roselyn’s heaving body as his cock continued to ooze cum inside her.

He watched her with a quiet smile while she came down from her orgasm. When her eyes opened and met his, she smiled contentedly and pulled him down for a kiss. She moaned as their tongues clashed with an exhausted intensity.

They lay in each other’s arms, caressing each other’s bodies. Roselyn could feel his still hard cock buried inside of her, his hot cum creating a spreading warmth through her body. She sighed and kissed him on the cheek.

“ Thank you, Ryley,” she breathed. “ That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

He smiled and kissed her. “ I’m glad you liked it.”

Roselyn sighed. “ Oh God, to be the woman that has you must be like living a fantasy.”

“ I guess,” Ryley replied, suddenly thinking of Mandy.

Roselyn giggled. “ What do you think she’s doing right now?”

Ryley didn’t respond, but he was definitely contemplating her question.

THAT VERY MOMENT-SOMEWHERE ELSE

The screams, cheers and applause of fifteen thousand people thundered through the confines of Nassau Coliseum. Hundreds of signs and posters waved in the air, some proposing marriage, some asking for a date and others with more provocative messages. Mandy smiled and laughed, as she waved to the crowd, slightly out of breath and with a light sweat covering her body.

“Canby” had been her final song of the night and was still her favorite. The crowd also seemed to think of it as their favorite also, because they had been singing and clapping and carrying on through the entire song. Mandy waved one final timed and gave a breathless ‘thank you’ into the microphone, drawing another roar from the crowd. 

Turning away from the crowd, she walked off stage and handed her microphone to one of the stagehands. The dancers greeted her with hugs, smiles and words of congratulations. They had all known that this tour was special. Besides the large crowds that were drawn by her new singles and the promotion of her new and yet unfinished album, the tour stops had been packed by more people then Mandy had ever seen at her concerts.

Everyone from her record label to her parents and friends knew this, but what they were all keeping quiet was that her tour was presently the highest grossing one of the year. The general consensus was that to talk about it would jinx it and then ticket sales would drop. So Mandy and the rest kept a quiet lid on their excitement, keeping it bottled up inside for the end of the tour when they could really celebrate.

Needing a shower and some rest, Mandy said good night to the dancers and continued backstage. The entrance to the hallway of rooms where she and her dancers were staying was crowded as usual by a throng of reporters. She could see her agent standing to the side, prepared to help her answer the questions that were already being fired at her.

She stopped before the throng and gave a brave smile as flashbulbs began to explode and the torrent of voices rose before her. Mandy couldn’t make out a single distinct question so she nodded to Victor, her agent, who scanned the crowd and called for silence. Mandy’s bodyguard, Connor appeared next to her, standing there like a muscled shadow, his arms folded, his bulk a reassuring presence to her.

“ One question at a time, please,” Victor called and the crowd seemed to quiet.

“ Yes, Mandy. James Franco from VH1. How does it feel to be out on tour again, with such an incredible showing from your fans?”

She smiled. This was an easy question.

“ It feels great,” she replied. “ I love my fans and I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to have their support.”

“ How do you feel after your ordeal a couple of months ago, are the scars healing?” James asked.

Mandy smiled and pulled up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her stomach. The flashbulbs exploded in a dizzying array of white lights and popping bulbs. Her stomach was as smooth and tan as ever. There was a group of four long, pink scars running from her belly button to the bottom of her rib cage. They were small, barely noticeable and not at all disfiguring. At least the guy who had kidnapped her had used a scalpel, making the incisions almost surgical.

Mandy lowered her shirt. 

“ They’re done healing from what the doctors told me,” she said. “ They told me I could have them removed if I want, but I’m not sure I want to go through the process.”

“ Mandy,” called a man in the back, who pushed his way forwards. “ Henry Brinks, National Inquirer.”

Connor groaned beside Mandy and she sensed he wanted to throw this guy through a wall.

“ How does it feel to be back amongst the big girls like Britney, Christina and Jessica?”

Mandy smiled again. “ It’s nice to have people say I’m up to par with those girls. They’re all great artists and I’m flattered that you would consider me as good of an artist as them.”

Henry gave her an evil smile and Mandy frowned. “ I wasn’t referring to your singing abilities. I meant how does it feel to be a member of the ‘I fucked Ryley Hale club’?” 

The group of reporters all fell silent and stared at Mandy. She stood there, not sure of how to respond, the smile gone from her face and replaced by a look of astonishment. Somewhere deep inside her chest she could feel an incredible pressure on her heart.

“ What do you mean?” she asked.

“ As we all know, Mandy, Ryley came back into everyone’s attention as the cowboy who stole Britney’s heart. Following their breakup he has been romantically or otherwise linked to Christina, Britney again, Jessica Simpson and you. We also all know that you two were a fairly hot couple for some time.

“ How does it feel though to know that you’re no longer the top dish on his menu? In fact just a few weeks ago Ryley and Jessica Simpson helped raise over three hundred thousand dollars to help fight childhood leukemia. In fact our sources have linked Ryley to almost every female artist he has worked with since he began his new business. 

“ So like I said, how does it feel to a part of the club?”

Mandy looked around at all the astonished faces around her. Perhaps the only reason this guy hadn’t been shoved out of the room by the other reporters was because they all knew it was true to some extent. She had heard all the rumors as well about Ryley’s habits with the female stars he ended up being around. But until now she didn’t realize just how much of a hot topic Ryley was.

“ We’re waiting, Miss Moore,” Henry said, smiling wickedly.

Mandy fixed him with a look of unbridled fury, drawing a cacophony of noise and exploding flashbulbs from the reporters.

“ How does it feel to know that the people that were out there tonight came to see you not because of your music but because they wanted to see the girl who had fucked Ryley Hale?” Henry asked, shouting above the noise.

Mandy kept her mouth shut and walked through the aisle between the groups of reporter. She had no intention of dignifying that weasel’s remarks with a response. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks and hauling her back a few feet, Mandy screamed.

“ The public wants to know,” Henry hissed in her ear.

Connor appeared and pried Henry’s hand off Mandy’s arm. He grabbed the weasel by the shirt and lifted him clear off his feet. Mandy watched as Connor tossed him backwards to land flat on his back, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

Connor ushered Mandy through the door and into the relative silence of the hallway. They walked down the hall to the door to her dressing room where he unlocked the door and held it open for her. Mandy stepped inside then turned to face Connor.

“ Thanks, Connor,” she replied.

He shrugged. “ No problem, Mandy.”

“ That was so crazy,” she sighed.

Connor nodded. “ He was way out of line.”

“ But it was the truth,” Mandy said, looking back up at him.

He looked down at his feet for a moment. “ When was the last time you talked to Ryley?”

Mandy looked away, Connor shouldn’t be asking her that.

“ I’m sorry, Mandy,” he said. “ He did save my life, so I owe him.”

“ He saved mine too,” she said.

“ That’s between the two of you. When did you talk to him?”

“ About a month ago.”

Connor sighed. “ Maybe it’s time you talk to him again. Goodnight, Mandy.”

“ Good night, Connor,” she called as she closed door.

Mandy turned from the door and crossed the room. She pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it onto a pile of dirty clothes, then stripped off her black leather pants, which left her in only a white satin bra and matching thong. Needing a shower, she also dropped those to the floor, leaving her naked, bathed in the soft light inside the room.

As she pulled on a bathrobe there was a knock at the door. She thought it must be Connor as she tied the robe closed and walked across the room. Mandy opened the door and froze in shock.

“ Hello, Mandy.”

Mandy swallowed. “ Hello, Angelina.”

Angelina Jolie smiled as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Mandy took in the sight of her wearing black leather pants, a black motorcycle jacket and her long hair in a ponytail down her back. She took a step back, further into the room and away from Angelina.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 10



“ I have told you repeatedly to call me Angie,” she purred, fixing Mandy with a steady stare.

At that moment Mandy felt the very same thing that Ryley had felt. This sexual predator standing in the room with her was hunting her and the feeling was unreal. Angelina stepped closer to Mandy, but Mandy took an obligatory step back, which seemed to be the only thing she could do.

Angelina smiled, the tip of her tongue licking her upper lip provocatively. Mandy looked from side to side, trying to decide what to do, but could only step back again as Angelina stepped closer. A wicked smile spread on Angelina’s face.

“ This little game of follow the leader is getting old, Mandy. Why don’t you just come to me?”

Mandy shook her head, slowly.

“ Playing hard to get?” Angelina asked, nodding slightly. “ I know that game. Ryley played it as well.”

Mandy took another step backwards and bumped into her dressing table. There was nowhere else to go. She froze like a deer in the path of an oncoming car.

“ Yeah,” Angelina continued. “ I had to fuck TJ just to make Ryley jealous and stupid enough to do it.”

She took one more step, closing the gap between her and her prey. Reaching up, she took a hold of the sash holding Mandy’s robe closed. Smiling at the young girl before her, she pulled on the end, the sash coming undone and the robe falling open to reveal Mandy’s stomach and one of her smooth thighs.

Angelina smiled as she stepped closer, running her hands under the robe and across Mandy’s stomach. Mandy drew a sharp breath at the feel of Angelina’s cool fingers against her skin. A strange warmth was spreading through her body, igniting a deliciously depraved fire between her legs.

Angelina leaned closer, her lips a fraction of an inch from Mandy’s ear while her hands caressed Mandy’s skin as they rose up under the robe and cupped her breasts. She kneaded the flesh and delicate skin, running her palms across Mandy’s nipples, drawing a hesitant moan. Mandy kept her hands on the table behind her, steadying herself, but more than anything she didn’t know what to do, this was all new to her and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“ So soft,” Angelina whispered into Mandy’s ear. “ So hot.”

Angelina’s voice echoed in Mandy’s head, beating her conscience down with a stick as she fought to control herself.

“ So young,” Angelina breathed as her hands slid around Mandy’s body to squeeze her firm ass. “ Why don’t you give in, child? Let me have you. Ryley gave himself to me. It’s easy, I’ll do all the work.”

Mandy leaned her head back and looked into Angelina’s eyes, which sparkled with an otherworldly fire.

“ You slept with Ryley?”

Angelina smiled. “ First he fucked my brains out, sweetheart. Then he fucked me again and then we feel asleep. Is that a good enough timeline for you?”

“ But why?”

“ Why not? I’m pretty sure that’s what Christina said to Ryley before he fucked her. Just think of all the women he’s fucked. He’s the most desirable man in Hollywood right now, and not just because of his driving. Every woman in the country wants a piece of him.”

Mandy tried to comprehend what Angelina was saying, but there was a problem. She had slid her hand down Mandy’s stomach to the apex of her long legs. Her fingers were slowly, but insistently rubbing Mandy’s pussy and spreading a betraying wetness along her lips.

“ I’ll never forgive him,” Mandy sighed, closing her eyes to the feel of Angelina’s finger sliding into her hole.

“ It’s none of your business,” Angelina whispered, still rubbing Mandy’s pussy while her other hand fondled her breasts.

Mandy moaned. “ Of course it is.”

“ Why should it be?” Angelina asked. “ You pushed him away. You sent him back out into that world.”

“ Because he doesn’t love me,” Mandy breathed and then whined as Angelina pinched her clit. Mandy could feel her knees buckling.

“ Oh he loves you, Mandy. He wants nothing more than to be with you.”

Mandy opened her eyes with her last bit of resistance.

“ Then why can’t he say it?” she asked.

Angelina smiled. “ Because he’s a man. And I’m a woman.”

Mandy closed her eyes and moaned as Angelina leaned in and kissed her. She felt her tongue snake its way into her mouth and squirm around like an eel. The feel drove her wild and she kissed Angelina with a fiery intensity.

Angelina slid Mandy’s robe off her shoulders and brought her hands to her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. In the meantime she slid her leg between Mandy’s and ground her leather covered thigh against her mound. Mandy’s hands finally left the table and she took Angelina’s face in them, holding her as they kissed passionately.

Taking Mandy’s hand, Angelina led her across the room to the bed that was against the far wall. She pushed Mandy back onto the mattress, then knelt on the floor, shrugging off her jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that hugged her body and contrasted nicely against her tan skin. Mandy watched as Angelina licked her full lips and grabbed Mandy’s waist, pulling her down the bed so her hips hung off the edge.

Mandy trembled as Angelina smiled and lowered her face, kissing the inside of Mandy’s thigh. A moan escaped her lips as Angelina licked her way up Mandy’s leg finally reaching her pussy. Her hands moved across her stomach of their own accord to caress her breasts and pinched her own nipples.

The feel of Angelina opening her pussy with her fingers and sliding her tongue inside made Mandy’s hips buck. She could feel Angelina’s tongue snaking around inside her pussy, tickling the wet walls and probing the tight confines of her tunnel. An electric shock ran up her spine when Angelina liked her clit, flicking the pink nub expertly.

Angelina could taste this beautiful girl’s juices clearly and smiled as more of the sweet nectar began to flood the pussy before her. She had eaten a lot of pussy in her life, but this was one of the sweetest, smoothest ones she had ever encountered. Lowering her face back between Mandy’s legs she began to lick her clit as she slid a finger inside the girl’s tight, hot pussy and started to finger fuck her.

Looking up, she could see Mandy’s chest heaving, her incredible breasts thrust out from her body, her own hands pinching her nipples. Low moans and whines were coming from Mandy’s throat and her stomach quivered as her hips bucked. Angelina could feel the heat of Mandy’s body increasing, radiating outward as the girl built towards an orgasm.

Angelina smiled as she reached down and unzipped her pants, ready to reveal a nasty surprise. She knew that Mandy was no lesbian and would never become bisexual, she also knew her to be the kind of girl who wouldn’t cum very powerfully unless she had a large cock buried inside her. So the smile on Angelina’s face turned wicked as she pulled the large, black dildo, which she had strapped on earlier, from the confines of her leather pants.

She ran her hand up and down the twelve inch length, her fingers nowhere near meeting around the circumference. Standing up, but keeping her tongue on Mandy’s clit, Angelina got ready to use the monster protruding from her pants. Removing her finger from Mandy’s hole and standing up straight, she positioned the dildo at the entrance to Mandy’s pussy, the large bulbous head in sharp contrast to the tiny, delicate hole before it.

Feeling the absence of Angelina’s ministrations Mandy opened her eyes and looked down. What she saw made her gasp. Angelina was standing there, preparing to bury a gigantic dildo inside her as it protruded from her pants. Mandy held up her hands in protest.

“ No!” she said. “ Angelina, no!”

Angelina smiled and thrust forwards. The giant dildo tore through the opening to Mandy’s pussy, filling her hole beyond anything that ever been in there. Mandy screamed and grabbed onto Angelina’s arms, gritting her teeth against the monster invading her pussy. 

Despite her eyes being squeezed shut she could see the dildo sliding inside her, the textured black surface splitting her lips wide open. Every fraction of an inch that slid into her was excruciating. Angelina forced Mandy’s knees to her chest, and used her weight to force the dildo into Mandy’s body.

She smiled and moaned as she forced the cock sticking from her pants into Mandy’s young body. Angelina felt like a man as she used her weight to slide the cock deeper and deeper. Finally, she could go no deeper and saw she still had about two inches to go.

Looking down, she saw Mandy’s face contorted in pain as she drew strangled breaths. Her fingernails dug into the skin of Angelina’s arms as the girl squeezed as hard as she could, the muscles in her forearms bulging with the exertion. Her body had broken out in a sweat and her stomach was quivering, the mound of her pussy bulging outwards from the size of the thing inside.

“ I’ve got my cock in you, Mandy,” Angelina breathed.

Mandy gasped, her lower lip trembling as she opened her eyes and looked down, seeing the thing sticking out of her. She closed her eyes and cried.

“ Doesn’t it feel good?” Angelina asked, rotating her hips, grinding against Mandy’s cervix.

Mandy screamed. “ No, God no. Take it out, Angelina, please, it hurts!”

“ Oh, you don’t like it?”

Mandy shook her head. 

“ You will, Mandy,” Angelina said, then leaned down and kissed Mandy’s trembling lips.

She leaned back and then flexed her hips, drawing the dildo out to the tip and then slammed it back into Mandy with no small amount of effort. Mandy yelped, throwing her head back from the motion. Angelina slid out again and then rammed back inside, rotating her hips at the deepest point.

Angelina began to fuck Mandy with long, slow strokes. The sheer size of the dildo filling and then leaving Mandy’s pussy was making the poor girl delirious. Her lower body shook from motions of that monster inside of her and she could feel the lips of her pussy being pulled out and pushed back in by the huge shaft.

But she could also feel a growing heat in her loins. It was a heat she knew very well, it was the kind that Ryley had always created inside her. It changed from a dull heat into a tingling sensation deep in her pussy and at the bottom of her spine.

Angelina could sense a change in the resistance on the dildo that she was thrusting in and out of Mandy with reckless abandon. Her motions became more fluid and she found she could go faster than before. Looking down, she could see the shaft of the dildo coated in Mandy’s juices.

She smiled, knowing she was having the desired effect. Using all her energy she began to pound Mandy’s pussy as hard and as fast as she could. The straps of the dildo were creating a delicious friction against her clit. She knew it wouldn’t make her come but she also knew that the sensation became more incredible the faster she moved.

Mandy’s mind was gone. She screamed and moaned, reveling in the feel of that dildo as it stretched her and abused her. Her hips were bucking of their own accord now and her pussy was literally on fire.

The explosion of her orgasm took her breath away in one long, drawn out scream. Her pussy clamped down on the dildo, squeezing it so hard that the straps around Angelina’s hips stretched as she continued to pound Mandy’s pussy. An incredible fire erupted inside Mandy’s body, consuming her senses.

Angelina continued to thrust with wild motions as Mandy’s orgasm shook her body. With a wicked smile Angelina knew that the lesson she was about to teach Mandy would be one she would never forget. It was only because she liked Ryley so much that she was doing this in the first place. It had been done to her once and it had worked.

As Mandy’s orgasm subsided she regained her senses and opened her eyes. She saw Angelina still fucking her with the dildo. As he pussy calmed down also it became very sensitive and the feel of the dildo inside her changed from pleasure to an increasing pain.

“ Angelina stop,” Mandy breathed.

She acted like she didn’t even hear, instead she thrust harder and deeper.

“ Ow, Angelina stop! It hurts! I’m too sensitive!” Mandy pleaded as the fire that had previously engulfed her returned as an inferno of pain.

Angelina just kept thrusting, knowing and remembering how painful this was. But Mandy needed to learn a lesson. Hopefully this little escapade would make her grow up into the woman that Ryley needed.

“ Jesus Christ, Angelina, please!” Mandy cried, a tear rolling down her face as she pushed against Angelina, trying force her off.

Suddenly, Angelina slid the dildo out of Mandy’s pussy and got off the bed. Mandy’s pussy ached as it closed slowly around the sudden emptiness left by the large shaft. She gingerly touched her pussy lips and winced at the pain it caused.

“ Why did you do that?” Mandy asked as Angelina busily forced the dildo back inside her pants and pulled on her jacket.

Angelina sat down on the bed next to Mandy and caressed her calf, smiling at the girl.

“ To teach you a lesson,” she replied.

Mandy slid away from Angelina and drew her knees up to her chest, covering herself.

“ And it looks like you learned it,” Angelina said.

“ What was I supposed to learn, that you’re a bitch?”

Angelina smiled. “ No, Mandy. Let me ask you something. Could Ryley have ever done that to you?”

“ Could he or would he?”

“ Could he.”

Mandy nodded. “ You slept with him, you know he could.”

Angelina smiled. “ Yes he can. But now I want to know if he would.”

Mandy opened her mouth to say something then stopped and lowered her eyes, suddenly understanding.

“ No, he wouldn’t,” Angelina said. “ And we both know it, at least he wouldn’t have done it to you. He loves you, Mandy. Only the person that loves you can ever make love to you. Everything else is just fucking. And no one really cares when it’s just fucking.”

Mandy looked up. “ What are you trying to tell me?”

Angelina smiled. “ We’ll always be able to find someone to fuck us, no matter where we go. That’s the benefit of being what we are. But finding someone to love us is an entirely different story. 

“ What I’m trying to tell you is that I am as sure about Ryley loving you, as I am that I have yet to find the person that loves me.”

Mandy glared at Angelina. “ Get out,” she ordered.

Angelina smiled and stood up. “ Okay, but you’ll see what I mean.”

“ Just get the fuck out of here,” Mandy said.

She watched as Angelina walked to the door, opened it and stepped out in the hallway. Looking back over her shoulder, Angelina smiled, then closed the door, leaving Mandy alone. 

Mandy sighed and slid down the bed, gingerly stretching her legs, wincing at the pain that still throbbed in her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to forget what had just happened, but she knew that would never occur. Another woman had just fucked her, and Mandy didn’t know how she was supposed to feel.

As she lay there, her thoughts became dominated by Ryley and she knew then that she missed him. She missed him with all her heart. Her body in fact had been craving him the past few weeks as if he was the nourishment her body needed to survive.

Mandy woke up, finding herself still on the bed, naked and sore. It hadn’t just been a bad dream, Angelina really had fucked her quite thoroughly. She also knew that, dream or not, she missed Ryley and she needed to see him.

She picked up her cell phone from the table next to the bed and dialed Ryley’s number. As she waited for him to pick up on the other end she wondered what she was going to say. How could she tell him that she had been wrong for pushing him away? How was she supposed to make it up to him? And what if everything had changed? 

 I hope this was a good chapter for everyone, email me, vote and enjoy the stories. Next chapter is going to be Jamie Presley. Also coming soon will be Katie Holmes, Charisma Carpenter and many others.



The Cowboy Way Ch. 11



I'm Back

Ryley reined Cheyenne to a stop at the top of the pasture. He pulled his black Stetson down against the cool wind that was blowing from the north and sending a chill through his oilskin duster. The temperature and direction of the wind reminded him again that winter was approaching with an unnerving persistence that was common to Colorado. Yet the promise of a cold, snowy winter did little to dampen his spirits and he doubted it ever would. Everything had worked out in the end, or so people said, though Ryley knew this was only the beginning. 

It had been just about three and a half years since Ryley had met Britney at her concert not far from where he now sat. So much had happened in that time that it defied the imagination. He shook his head, recalling the significance of his journey and it had indeed been a journey.

A little over a year ago he had gotten a call from Jessica Simpson. She wanted to thank him for everything he had done and especially for getting her in touch with Faith Hill. Apparently Faith had given Jessica the key to saving her marriage, though Jessica assured Ryley that it had been he who had given her the courage to use it.

They had talked for quite awhile after Jessica had congratulated him on storming back onto the NASCAR circuit. Ryley had asked her about the comment she had made about a vision quest while they were shooting her video. He hadn't understood then, but the more he thought about it, the more the comment had bothered him.

" Jessica," he had said. " What the hell is a vision quest?"

" It's a special journey, Ryley."

Ryley had shrugged. " So?"

Jessica sighed. " A vision quest is a journey someone undertakes in order to discover themselves, whether they know it or not."

" Why do I think you were trying to tell me something back then?"

" Because, Ryley, you're on a vision quest. You obviously don't know that. But you seem to be missing the point of it."

" And what might that be?" he had asked, with a humoring tone to his voice.

Again she sighed. " Ryley, a vision quest is a journey at its heart. And a journey is circular. At the end of a journey you should find yourself right back at the beginning."

That comment had floored Ryley, not at first, but within seconds he could see exactly what she was saying. The past several years of Ryley's life had distanced him from everything that had made him who he was. Slowly, though, he was coming back around to his beginnings.

Ryley took a deep breath, filling his lungs with cool fresh air. He sighed, smiling down on the house he had built; the home she had helped it become. The house had originally been a barn. The barn originally belonged to the rancher that had sold Cheyenne to Ryley ten years ago. Ryley bought the barn from the man and contracted a special company to come in, disassemble it, refurbish, and move it to his land. The barn was built on a new foundation and modified to be a home. Ryley loved it simply because it was so simple, so comfortable, and it suited him unlike any building he had ever been in. 

Across a simple, yet expansive lawn in front of the house sat an even larger barn, its massive doors swung wide open. Ryley could see several of his ranch hands working to feed and clean the horses inside. 

Yet for all that lay before him Ryley was still a cowboy at heart. Well, even that wasn't accurate anymore, for cowboys were stereotypically wanderers. Toby Keith had said it best; Marshall Dillon never hung his hat at Kitty's place. But for Ryley, everything that mattered to him in the world had just stepped out onto the front porch.

Ryley squinted, focusing on the woman he had fallen in love with and whom had fallen in love with him. Giving Cheyenne a gentle nudge with his spurs, Ryley let the big horse pick his way slowly down the hill and across the pasture. She turned and saw him, leaning against the railing to watch him approach, her long hair blowing lazily in the breeze. Ryley smiled as he thought back over everything that had happened and how long it had taken him to find the peace he now felt with the world.

Thinking back, he had to admit that the end of his journey, or vision quest, as Jessica had put it, began the first night he spent with Roselyn Sanchez. Ryley smiled, recalling that night and Roselyn's question. That question had been a strange one, but Ryley hadn't even considered saying no to it.

TWO YEARS EARLIER

" Ryley," she whispered. " Could you love me for the video?"

" What do you mean?"

She sighed. " I haven't been loved in a long time, Ryley. I want to know, if you can't love me in life, will you love me in the video?"

So that was it. This incredibly gorgeous woman hadn't been in love in so long she wanted a romance for the video. Ryley found it strange, but not unheard of. He had known quite a few women from the realm of Hollywood and stardom that were so good looking it was actually hard for them to find true love. He was even sure there had been a couple of movies made based on the idea.

" I don't know what to say," Ryley said as he kissed her on the forehead.

She looked up at him. " Say yes."

" Of course, Roselyn. I'd love to love you."

When Roselyn admitted that intimate secret to Ryley she had triggered something inside him. The event was subtle, hardly noticeable. Things may have turned out differently, except for one thing. As Ryley was drifting off to sleep with Roselyn cradled in his arms, sleeping like an angel, her long dark hair spilling over the blankets, his cell phone rang.

He picked the phone up off the floor without disturbing Roselyn and before the ringer could wake her. Holding the phone to his ear, Ryley cleared his throat.

" Hello?"

" Ryley?"

Though he didn't move, Ryley woke up almost instantly. " Mandy?"

" Yeah," she replied, sighing. " Did I wake you up?"

" Almost," he replied. " What's up?"

" I miss you. I need to see you."

" I miss you too, Mandy," he said, suddenly becoming aware of his other hand, which was still caressing the silky skin of Roselyn's back. He didn't bother to stop.

" But you don't want to see me?"

Ryley sighed. " No- I mean yes, I do. Where are you now?"

" Nassau Coliseum."

" Where's your next stop?"

" North Carolina. We're putting on a show in Charlotte. We'll be there on Monday."

Ryley swallowed. His parents lived in North Carolina. If he went there he knew he'd end up going to see them. The encounter wouldn't be pleasant, but he knew it would be necessary if he'd ever be able to love Mandy.

" I'll call you when I get there," he responded.

" Okay," Mandy said and by the sound of her voice he knew she was smiling.

Ryley hung up the phone and set it back on the floor with his clothes. Roselyn stirred and when he turned to look at her she was look king up at him, her dark eyes storms of emotion.

" Who was that?" she asked.

Ryley didn't want to lie to her. " The girl you were talking about before."

Roselyn looked heartbroken. " Oh," she whispered and looked away for a moment. When she looked back at him Ryley was touched by the sadness in her eyes.

" I'm sorry, Roselyn."

She shook her head. " It's okay. I just wish I could have more than tonight."

Ryley kissed her gently. He knew as well as her that words could not convey the emotions of the moment. She lowered her face to his chest and they both fell asleep.

The following day was spent filming the rest of the video. He gave her the romance she had asked for. There was no doubt that anyone who saw the final results of their efforts would see two people completely in love with each other.

But, on the morning following that day, Ryley left. He didn't leave Roselyn so much as note. He was a cowboy through and through. Even though he wanted to fall in love and settle down, both he and Roselyn knew that it wouldn't be with her. 

What they had shared was special, but not a potentially lifelong relationship. So Ryley had pointed the GMC west and drove nonstop until he made it to the Kline's ranch. He put Cheyenne up in the stables and got one good night of sleep before heading east in the Camaro with the T-tops off.

It took him three days to make it to Charlotte. He found himself sitting in the idling Camaro watching the sun come up over Charlotte Motor Speedway. Ryley wasn't sure if it was the vibrations of the motor or his own emotions, but his hands were shaking as he stared at the outside of the high wall, which marked turn four.

That racetrack had been Ryley's stomping ground many years ago and had given birth to the Sandman, as his fans had called him. But that was then and this was now. He would never drive on that track again. Instead he had more important business to attend to. Turning right, he drove for another twenty minutes before turning into the driveway of a house he had known well.

As Ryley climbed out of the now silent Camaro he was shocked at what he saw. Where once there had been ruin and decay now rested a flawless green lawn and lavishly manicured flowerbeds. Looking down the driveway he could see the open doors of the garage and the gleaming grille of a Pontiac GTO.

Ryley walked down the driveway into the backyard, barely noticing the garden, which overflowed with tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers and many other vegetables. As he neared the car Ryley had no doubt that the musclecar glaring back at him had been his very own creation. It was the car that had made him a legend on the streets of Orlando where he had grown up, the same car that Mandy Moore had seen him driving when she first laid eyes upon him.

Trailing his hand along the fender, Ryley circled the car. Someone had obviously put a lot of work into it. The hood sat open, the engine compartment empty, but gleaming from hours of detail work. Whoever had worked on the car was obviously preparing to drop a new motor in. 

Everything he was seeing at that moment went against everything he could remember. His mother had been a useless drug addict, a woman who only showed the slightest glimmer of motherly love once in a blue moon. She never tended to the garden or the yard or any of the stereotypical motherly duties.

Ryley's father had been a raging alcoholic. His job took all his energy and was usually him at his best. When he would come home he would be drunk and crazier than a shithouse rat. Inevitably he would end up beating the shit out of whomever he felt deserved to be bloodied and defeated. For a long time this had been Ryley, that is until he had gotten big enough to hit back.

After that it ended up being Sean or Ryley's mother, though more often than not it had been Sean. One would think that a father like that would breed two good for nothing sons. However, Ryley had learned from his father, though it took the end of his career in NASCAR to really teach him his lesson. After that one fateful night he had stopped drinking and partying and gone into seclusion.

That act had lead to Sean's breaking point. Sean had always been as much of a hellraiser as Ryley, though Sean often went further and did it quicker. When Ryley left it didn't take Sean long to go over the edge, carjack that woman and then get killed during the ensuing car chase.

All these memories made it impossible to believe that his parents were responsible for what he now saw. It was impossible. Maybe they had sold the house and the car in one shot and the people who bought it had done all this. In Ryley's mind it was the only logical explanation for what his bewildered mind was now trying to comprehend.

When he turned around he saw a woman standing outside the garage. She looked very familiar. He had never seen her skin so colorful or her eyes so bright, but there was no mistaking her. She was the woman who had brought Ryley into the world and she was regarding him with eyes that were brimming with tears.

"Mom?"

She nodded. Ryley walked over to her and without hesitating wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his waist as if she didn't believe he was really there. He felt her crying, it was silent, the tears of a woman who has been beaten until she knows making any sound to attract attention could be catastrophic. 

Ryley released her and she stepped back, holding him at arm's length to look up at him. He took his hat off, holding the Stetson in his hands and turning it over and over. She smiled up at him, her green eyes staring deeply into his blue ones.

"You look much better than you do in all those pictures," she said.

He smiled. " I hope so. You look better than I've ever seen you."

She smiled. " Come inside, there's a lot we need to talk about."

Ryley nodded and followed her inside.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Ryley still couldn't get over how clean the house was. It wasn't spotless, mind you, but it was immaculate when compared to the sty it had been while he lived there. In fact there were many things different.

He had eaten a dinner his mother had prepared. Despite the seeming normality of this situation, Ryley couldn't remember the last time she had made dinner. Besides that, the food was pretty good, though it could have been his appetite, which was ravenous, thanks to three days of convenience store food.

They had talked for hours. Ryley hadn't let her skirt the main issues, though. He had outright demanded to know what had happened to bring about all that he saw. In retrospect, he thought he might have come across a little harsh. However, despite this seeming about face in behavior, Ryley couldn't bring himself to just let the past go. Not yet anyway.

His mother had talked for a solid hour while she prepared dinner. It seemed that following Sean's funeral and days after Ryley had left for good, both mother and father had looked at each other for the first time in years. Not glancing, which everyone does, but really looked at each other.

What they saw horrified them. They saw in each other and in themselves two people who had failed in life. They saw two people who had brought about the ruin of their oldest son and the death of their youngest. One might have thought these realizations would drive mother back to drugs and father to drink, but not in this case.

What Ryley now saw was the result of seven years of ongoing therapy, individual and group counseling, not to mention plain old determination. Both parents had decided that they had to change and fast. They wanted to be there in case their son ever returned, so they could apologize and maybe be allowed back into his life.

" Just like that?" Ryley asked as he sat at the table after finishing his meal.

Mrs. Hale nodded. 

" And Dad?"

" He's so sorry about all those years, Ryley," she said.

" Well that doesn't take it all back, does it?"

She shook her head. " No it doesn't. I just hope you can forgive us."

" Where is he?"

" He should be home any minute. He was in Raleigh, at a swap meet, looking for a motor for Sean's- I mean your car."

Ryley nodded. " He's put a lot of work into it."

She nodded. " It's been part of his therapy. I think it was his way of keeping you and Sean alive."

At that moment they saw a set of headlights sweep across the windows and come up the driveway. Ryley could see the glare of them in the grille of the GTO, which he could see through the screen door in the kitchen. He heard the sound of a pickup coming to an idle, which ceased within seconds. The sound of the door opening and closing on the truck caused Ryley to stand up, his body tensing automatically.

Within seconds he saw the dark shape of his father coming up the stairs and pausing outside, his hand on the handle of the door. Ryley stared back at the shadow he saw, unable to discern features. After a few moments, the door opened and his father stepped inside.

Ryley was almost six inches taller than Frank Hale, the man who once used to beat him bloody on a regular basis. The man's hair was much grayer than it used to be and his skin even more creased by the sun. Ryley regarded his father with a cool, barely contained malevolence that he couldn't help.

As he stared at his father, he could see the man returning a look that was so much like a look of complete failure that Ryley began to feel his rage subsiding. He saw his father's hands trembling just moments before his lower lip began to quiver. At that moment, Ryley knew it was up to him.

" Dad," he said, his tone low, neutral. " It's been awhile."

Frank nodded, opened his mouth to speak, stopped, took a deep breath.

" I've practiced for this moment for so long," he said, his voice wavering, but as deep and baritone as Ryley remembered. " But now I can't remember what I wanted to say."

Frank looked at his wife then back at Ryley, who was still as solid as a rock.

" I'm sorry, son. If I could take it all back I would. I can't, but I'd like to try and be the father I never was."

Ryley stood there, feeling his chest beginning to heave. He was confused, though. He wasn't trembling with anger, as he had thought- no, known he would be. Instead, he was overcome with sorrow. Sorrow over his brother's death, the death of his own career and the death of his entire childhood. For some reason, one he couldn't put into words, he was ready to forgive his father for all past transgressions for the promise of having the father he'd never had.

Without hesitating, Ryley stepped forward and threw his arms around his father, hugging him. Frank was overwhelmed, unable to move or speak. He looked at his wife and then wrapped his arms around his son, hugging him as hard as he could. Soon he began to cry, joining his son, while they silently exorcised years of demons.

" Welcome home, son," Frank said. " Welcome home."

ONE WEEK LATER

In the week he had been home Ryley had learned what it was like to have good parents. The change that it had evoked in him was subtle, yet immense. The implications of that change would be awhile in divulging their secrets. Besides, Ryley was having a blast with his father, who seemed to have more knowledge about the world than he had ever thought possible.

They had spent day after day working on the GTO. Ryley had taught his Dad a lot about working on cars in those hours in the garage. Frank had known basic car knowledge and enough to get the GTO back to its gleaming beauty, but not enough to begin to solve some of the mechanical issues. So Ryley had taken his father on a performance crash course, showing him tips and tricks as well as repairs.

The time had flown so quickly that Ryley had forgotten to call Mandy. He didn't remember until he heard something on the radio about her concert that night. Cursing, he had slid out from under the car and retrieved his cell phone. He dialed her number and waited while the phone rang. After getting her voice mail he left a message and hung up.

Frank walked around from the front of the car where he had been installing a new set of brakes. He opened the refrigerator and took out two sodas, handing one to Ryley.

"Thanks, Dad," he said, opening the can.

Frank nodded. "Important call?"

Ryley shrugged. "Do you know Mandy Moore?"

Frank smiled. "Your mother has kept me updated these last few months about the rumors and everything in the papers about your uh- love life."

Ryley smirked. "Yeah, it makes for good reading I've heard."

"You want to tell me about it?"

Ryley thought a moment. His father was only trying to be fatherly, which seemed sincere enough. But Ryley wasn't sure if he should bridge this gap. After a full week he had to admit that his old man had definitely done an about face. However, Ryley's love life was his private life, his heart's desire, and discussing that subject with his father was probably the last thing he should do. So, fuck it, he did it anyway.

He told Frank everything. Ryley told him all about Britney, running into Brooke Burke again, the job at the ranch, meeting Steve Benedetti who gave him his job. He told Frank about Mandy, Christina, Angelina, Jessica and Roselyn. Of course Ryley censored the details, but he laid out the basic groundwork of all that had happened and why.




The Cowboy Way Ch. 11



Frank was silent the entire time. He nodded, but mostly listened. In the end he sighed and looked outside the garage at the setting sun and the green lawn and flowerbeds.

Finally he said: "Seems to me you're looking for something, or someone."

Ryley nodded. "I am. The love of my life."

Frank merely nodded. Ryley had expected him to smirk. "And you think Mandy is the one?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, she's-"

Ryley hung up after that. All of a sudden he wasn't sure why. It was like his mind and more importantly, his heart, could no longer give a good reason why he loved her or thought he did. But, what surprised him the most was that he wasn't that concerned with it anymore.

"I mean it was a hell of a thing, you saving her life like that," Frank said.

"Yeah," Ryley replied.

"But that doesn't mean she's the one. And it seems to me there's another good reason why she might not be the one."

Ryley looked at his father. "And what's that?"

Frank smiled and turned his gaze to the house. Ryley followed his father's eyes and saw his mother peeling apples in the kitchen window.

"You know the way you'll be able to tell the love of your life?"

"How?"

Frank smiled. "The way she looks at you. I can't describe it, but you'll feel it in her look and in the look you give her. You love her just the way she is and she loves you just the way you are. You grow together, but you love each other just the way you are. Do you understand?" Frank asked, looking back at Ryley.

Ryley smiled. "I think so."

So Ryley hadn't cared that Mandy didn't call him back until the next day. He was pleasant on the phone to her, like an old friend. She had sensed something was different, but Ryley could feel that there was, could feel it in his heart. He agreed to meet her in the parking lot of the racetrack at eight o'clock that night.

Unlike the first time he had been waiting for her in his trailer, this time Ryley was as calm as a summer breeze. He leaned against the Camaro with his arms folded and his Stetson resting on the hood of the car. His cool blue eyes stared at the outside of turn four while he reminisced.

The glare of headlights cutting across the steadily darkening parking lot broke the spell. He stood up as a stretch limo pulled up next to the Camaro and the back door opened. Mandy stepped onto the pavement and stretched. Ryley had forgotten how tall she was.

She wore a pair of low cut jeans and a T-shirt, both of which flattered her curves. Ryley knew she had cut her hair short and died it, but seeing it in person was a shock, albeit a pleasant one. All in all she looked more mature, more sure of herself.

"Hey," she said, stepping closer.

He smiled. "Hey, it's been awhile."

She nodded and stepped right up to him, placing her hand on his chest. Their lips touched and Mandy kissed him with a hunger. Ryley returned her kiss, matching her desire. But as they kissed, Ryley realized that his desire was a farce. Mandy must have realized something similar because she broke the kiss, stepping back.

Ryley looked away from her hazel eyes, but she gently touched his chin, turning his face back to hers. She looked deep into his eyes, studying them. After a moment she lowered her hand and sighed, giving him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Mandy," he replied.

She lowered her eyes and nodded. "So am I. But it was inevitable, wasn't it?"

"I guess."

Mandy shrugged. "Well, maybe we both just grew up a little bit."

Ryley nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just want you to know that I didn't mean for it to turn out this way."

She shook her head. "I know you didn't. Neither did I, it just did."

Ryley stepped forward and hugged her, feeling her wrap her arms around him. She sighed and then released him, stepping back. They regarded each other for a moment then Mandy slid back into the limo.

"I guess this is goodbye," she said.

Ryley stepped forward, crouching outside the open door. "Yeah, I guess so."

Mandy smiled. "I'll never forget you."

"I won't forget you. We've got a lot of history together."

"We do."

"We'll see each other again," he said, knowing it wasn't true.

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Mandy replied, also knowing it was a lie.

It was the kind of thing you tell each other, because goodbyes are so hard, so final. 

" Good luck with everything," Mandy said.

"You too," he replied. "But you're on a roll, you don't need luck."

She smiled. "We all need luck, Cowboy," she said, then closed the door.

The limo pulled away and just like that Mandy Moore was out of his life. Ryley watched the limo go with mixed emotions. The encounter had been brief, unexpected and yet it had been the end of the most promising relationship of his life. He couldn't believe it, he didn't know how to feel and yet he was relieved. He and Mandy were just too different. She deserved someone better. 

In the end, Ryley turned back to the outside of turn four. He could almost hear the roar of the crowd, the sound of thirty-five thousand combined horsepower screaming around the track.

NOW

It was that sound that brought Ryley back to reality. He glanced over at the garage, which was situated next to the barn. The sound of his United States Marine Corps sponsored car's seven hundred and eighty horsepower engine bringing him out of the past and into the present. Looking towards the front porch he could see her standing there, shaking her head and covering her ears. She still couldn't handle the roar of those engines. 

Ryley slid out of the saddle and handed Cheyenne's reins to one of his ranch hands. He walked across the yard and onto the porch. The sound of the car ceased abruptly, replaced by the sounds of the ranch hands working in the barn and the hollow sound of Ryley's footsteps on the wooden planks of the porch.

She turned and smiled up at him as he stopped next to her. Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her back against him. She placed one hand over his and with the other reached back over her shoulder, gently touching his cheek. Ryley kissed her on the top of her head, smelling the pleasant apple aroma of the conditioner she used.

"I missed you this morning," she said.

"I'm sorry," he replied, leaning down to kiss her on the side of the neck. "I went for a ride."

She moaned as he kissed her earlobe, brushing against her earrings. Ryley wrapped both arms around her, his fingers brushing against the diamond ring on her left hand. He had been overcome with joy when she had said yes. 

"I'm gonna go for a swim," she said, looking up at him with her crystal clear, sparkling eyes.

He smiled. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "Join me?"

He nodded. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay," she replied with a smile.

Ryley watched her go, admiring her lithe figure. When she walked back inside he turned and glanced across the front yard, his gaze settling on the rear end of his Monte Carlo. An arrogant smile crossed his face as he thought of all the drivers who had to stare constantly at that view.

THEN

Not long after he and Mandy had said goodbye, things began to happen like a dream. It was probably a week later, while Ryley and his father were installing the Ram-Jet 502 in the GTO that his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number so he ignored the call, really being too busy to be bothered.

Later that night, after dinner and a shower, Ryley was sitting in the parking lot of the racetrack listening to the sound of a car enduring a test and tune session. He was pretty sure he knew who it was and was kind of hoping the two of them would bump into each other eventually. While he sat there he pulled out his cell phone and checked his voicemail. 

He pressed the one key and listened to the message from earlier in the day. The voice rang a bell deep in his head and the name caused a smile to cross his face. Ryley had almost forgotten that night.

"Hey, Ryley, I would have called you sooner, but I've been so busy. It's Ashley. I was just hoping I could catch you so we could talk," she said, her voice pleasant, upbeat, but not overdone. "Just call me when you get a chance? I don't want to presume anything, but if you're available I'd like someone to talk to, someone I can trust and feel comfortable with, you know? Anyways. . . call me, okay?"

Ryley deleted the message and sat there for a moment, mulling it over in his head. Ashley Scott had been incredible the night they had spent together on the set of SWAT, but he hadn't really considered starting anything with her. Plus, she had been seeing Ashton Kutcher back then. Ashton, Ryley and the whole world knew, was now seeing Demi Moore. So it wouldn't hurt to call Ashley. There was no harm in having a friend. Christina Aguilera had shown him that. He dialed her number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Ashley, it's Ryley."

"Hey, Ryley, how are you?"

He smiled. "I'm good, actually. How about you? Busy?"

"Oh God," she groaned. "Like crazy. I've been going after a role in Blade 3 and they've got me running around like crazy. Plus, no one picked up Birds of Prey so I'm hanging in the wind right now. What have you been up to?"

"Actually, I'm in Charlotte visiting my parents."

Ashley paused. "And how is everything?" she asked, obviously recalling the little that Ryley had told her.

"The difference is night and day, Ash."

Ashley laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You called me, Ash."

"Yeah, sorry."

"No, it's okay, I just didn't expect it."

Ryley smiled. Neither of them spoke for a few moments.

"So, Ryley," Ashley sighed. "Seeing anybody?"

"No, you?"

"Nah, me either."

There was another pause.

"So," they both said at once and then laughed.

"Go ahead," Ryley said.

"I was just thinking. . . you know, since you're not busy, that maybe we can get together?"

Ryley thought a moment.

"I mean if you are busy it's no big deal-"

"Oh no, it's not that. But, I mean as friends, or what?"

"Yeah, yeah, just friends. We haven't seen each other in awhile."

"Okay, definitely. Where are you?"

"New York, I can fly down and be there tomorrow afternoon."

Ryley smiled. "Okay, sounds good. I'll meet you there. Just call me tomorrow and let me know your arrival time and what gate."

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll call you tomorrow."

"All right, bye."

"Bye, Ryley."

Ryley hung up the phone and smiled. It would be nice to see Ashley again. He was sure the two of them would get hot and heavy, but beyond that there probably wouldn't be anything. 

The roar of a highly tuned motor made him look up at the outside of turn four. He could see the cloud of dust, which was being dragged by the car, billowing over the wall. He smiled, picturing the Budweiser sponsored car roaring around the track while Junior listened to the music his crew was pumping through his headset. Ryley laughed as he recalled the hell that he and Dale Jr. used to raise together on the circuit, but that was ancient history.

Ryley slid into the driver's seat of the Camaro and started the engine. No, Dale probably hadn't thought of Ryley in years. They had been friends and rivals, now they were just ancient history.

The next day found Ryley under the GTO working on the final touches of the six speed Tremec transmission he had bought for the car. His father was at work for the day and his mother was in Raleigh for the weekend visiting friends. Ryley's dad would be driving out there after work, which left Ryley alone in the house for the weekend.

Just as Ryley finished plumbing the line for the hydraulic throw-out bearing on the clutch, his cell phone rang. He slid out from under the car and stood up, retrieving his phone from the workbench. It was Ashley.

"Hey," he said into the phone.

"Hey you," she replied.

Ryley could tell she was smiling, he could hear people in the background.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"At the airport. I'm about to get on the plane."

"Good. When do you arrive?"

Ashley sighed. "If we leave on time we'll be landing at three."

Ryley checked his watch. It was just about one o'clock.

"What gate?"

"Thirty-three."

"All right, I'll be there when you land."

" Okay, Ryley. See you in a little."

Ryley hung up the phone. He walked out of the garage and into the house. Ascending the stairs to the second floor he entered the bathroom and stripped. He took a long, hot shower, trying to wash the smell of grease from his body.

As he dried off in front of the mirror he looked up at his reflection. He paused and looked closer. There was something different in the face he saw there. After wrapping the towel around his waist he reached up and rubbed his palm across his chin, through his goatee. 

But it wasn't his goatee it was something in his eyes. He couldn't explain it. However, he knew there was something there, something that hadn't been there in a long time. Then, on a whim, he took out a bottle of shaving cream and his razor. Without thinking twice, he splashed hot water on his face, rubbed shaving cream on and went to town.

After washing his face of any leftover shaving cream he looked at his reflection again. It had been years since he had been clean shaven and the shock of seeing himself without the goatee was enough to evoke a broad smile. He rubbed his chin again, feeling the smooth skin. There was definitely something different, he couldn't just see it he could feel it. 

A little over an hour later he was standing in the waiting area outside Ashley's gate, looking out at the hustle and bustle of the ground crews. There were probably two dozen people lounging around him, but thankfully none of them had noticed him. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at that moment. All his attention was now focused on the plane that was taxiing up to the gate.

He turned and walked a short distance away and leaned against a support column where he could see everyone disembarking from the plane as they entered the terminal. The door opened and in a few moments people began to stream into the waiting area to greet the people waiting for them. Ryley kept his eyes open for Ashley and tried to gauge how he might react when he saw her.

When he saw her he took a moment to let his eyes sweep over her form. She was wearing a pair of dark green cargo pants that sat low on her hips and gave just an idea of her shapely legs. A baby blue midriff top hugged her upper body, leaving her tan, flat stomach, with its silver belly button ring, exposed. Her dark hair hung just past her jaw line and slightly obscured one side of her face, giving her a mischievous look.

She tossed her head, flipping her hair out of the way and looked around, glancing at him for a moment and then beyond him. Ryley stepped forward and she did a double take. A slow smile spread across her face as she recognized him and she set down the backpack that had been slung over her shoulder.

Ryley stopped about a foot away from her and smiled, letting his eyes travel from hers, down her body to the pair of sneakers that were poking beyond the ragged hem of her pants. Looking back into her eyes he could see them sparkling as she regarded him for a few moments. She nodded slowly.

"You look good," she said.

He smiled. "You always look good."

Ashley blushed. "You got tan."

Ryley shrugged. "I've been down here for almost a month now."

Ashley nodded, then stepped closer and hugged him. Ryley wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the skin of her lower back against his hands. He smiled when she felt her fingernails grazing through the hair on the back of his head. He leaned back and looked down at her. She smiled up at him and kissed him at the corner of the mouth.

"It's good to see you again, Ryley."

"I'm glad you came down."

She smiled, her blue eyes gazing into his.

"C'mon," he said, letting his arms fall from her waist. "You have anymore luggage?"

Ashley let her arms fall from around his neck and stepped back. "Yeah, just one bag."

Ryley picked up her backpack in one hand. "All right, let's get the hell out of here."

Ashley smiled. "Lead the way."

They picked their way through the crowds to the appropriate carousel and stood there waiting. Ryley looked around as they waited. There were quite a few other people waiting there and as his eyes swept over the crowd he caught a few people staring intently at him and Ashley. As he looked again he saw there were a lot of people now staring over at the two of them.

"Ashley," he whispered.

She looked up at him. "What?" she asked in a stage whisper.

He smiled. "I think we're on the verge of getting mobbed."

Ashley glanced around and then took his hand in hers. Ryley could feel her fingers intertwine with his and the feel of the many rings on Ashley's fingers were an odd sensation. She looked back up at him and he could see the stainless steel barbell piercing her tongue as she spoke.

"Protect me," she pleaded in a comic voice, then smiled, her eyes twinkling as she did so.

He laughed and as he did so was blinded by a cacophony of flash bulbs. The smile faded from his face as he turned and saw perhaps half a dozen men feverishly snapping pictures. Ashley turned away from the blinding array of flashbulbs, shielding her eyes behind Ryley's shoulder. A few men approached the two of them with tape recorders thrust out in front of them and began bombarding him with questions.

"Mr. Hale, what brings you to North Carolina?"

"Ryley, are you and Ashley dating?"

"How's the cowboy treating you, Ashley?"

"Rumor has it you're trying to make it back into NASCAR, care to comment?"

And on and on. Ryley shook his head and held up his one free hand.

"Guys, guys, slow down," he said. "Where did you come from?"

A few of them laughed.

"I mean, I thought I was pretty fast, but this is incredible."

Ashley laughed as she looked up at him and a few flashbulbs exploded at that. Ryley could already picture the covers of the tabloids and the photos in People. 

"Okay, listen," he said. "I'm in town visiting my parents. Please don't come over to play. Ashley, are we dating?"

Ashley smiled and shook her head. "No, we're just friends."

"What kind of friends?" one reporter asked.

Ashley shrugged. "Good friends that haven't seen each other in awhile. And he treats me like anyone would treat a good friend."

Some of the men laughed at that. Ryley could see Ashley flush at that reaction so he took over.

"We're just friends, guys, okay?"

"What about NASCAR, Ryley?"

Ryley shrugged. "What about them? They banned me, remember? Short of a miracle I don't think I'll ever be back on the track."

"Ryley, here's my bag," Ashley said. "Let's go."

Ryley turned and grabbed the duffel bag that Ashley indicated and slung it over his shoulder. Ashley picked up her backpack and they turned to leave. As they walked towards the exit the group of photographers and reporters hustled along with them. They backpedaled in front of them, snapping pictures and asking questions, while others walked alongside and behind them. Finally, Ryley had had enough and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Look," he said, the pleasant tone gone from his voice. "We answered your questions, okay? Now just go away and wait for someone else. We're just regular people like everybody else. Please don't push your luck with me. I'm no angel and I have zero patience for this kind of thing."

The tone in his voice had a lethal edge to it and it seemed to have an effect because the group in front of he and Ashley lowered the cameras and moved aside. Ryley lead Ashley past them and out of the airport. They made it across the parking lot to his Camaro and it wasn't until they were pulling out of the airport that Ashley spoke.

"My God, Ryley," she laughed. "I've never seen those guys back off like that. You were incredible."




The Cowboy Way Ch. 11



Ryley smiled. "Thanks. It's just that I get sick of them after about five minutes. I understand that people get all giddy about people like us, but most of the time I still feel like a normal guy. You're the one who's been in movies and on TV and stuff. You're the star. I just drive."

Ashley laughed. "Oh no, Cowboy. You're the one that's the star. I'm just filler for those guys."

"Don't say that, Ash. You're far too gorgeous to be filler."

Ashley laughed. "You did it again."

"What?" Ryley asked as he looked over at her.

"You called me Ash."

Ryley smiled. 

"You should do that more often."

"What's that?"

Ashley placed a lollipop in her mouth and shifted it to one side. "Smile," she said. "You look good when you do."

"I smile," he replied, giving her a big, cheeky grin.

Ashley laughed. "That's awful. I mean smile for real. All the pictures I see of you always show you with this slightly pissed look on your face."

Ryley raised his eyebrows and glanced over at her. "All my pictures? You keeping an eye on me?"

"Well no- I mean not really- It's just that you've been hard to miss these past few months. I mean with all the rumors about Christina, Angelina not to mention everything with Mandy. People say you've slept with every girl you've worked with since you started driving again."

Ryley kept his mouth shut at that. Ashley's eyes narrowed at his silence.

"Have you?"

He looked over at her and saw her regarding him with an intense expression.

"I guess. I mean I never set out with that in mind, okay? I don't want you to think I'm an asshole. It just happened."

Ashley nodded then turned and looked out the window. "Yeah, you're a guy it's understandable."

"No, Ashley," Ryley said, feeling very defensive. "I didn't sleep with them just to . . . you know."

"No, I don't," she snapped, glaring over at him.

"It happened in every case, I guess because I've been looking for the-"

He stopped. She was going to think he was either a loser or a horrible liar.

"You were looking for what?" she demanded.

Ryley looked over at her. "The love of my life."

Ashley lost all expression from her face. "Oh, sorry."

He watched her turn and look out the window as she sucked on the lollipop. The act was driving him up the walls. As he watched, he could see her smiling in the reflection of the window.

"What's so funny?"

Ashley looked over at him.

"I see you smiling."

She smiled, not bothering to hide it. "I'm sorry. It's just such a shock to hear that from a guy like you."

"Why?"

"Well you're all cowboy boots, fast cars and horses and stuff. I mean you're what every little boy pictures himself growing up to be. But to hear you say you slept with all those women because you were looking for the love of your life is just . . . well, kind of sweet. In a misguided, self-deprecating kind of way."

Ryley smiled over at her. "Why are you so interested anyway? I mean you were the first one."

"First what?" she asked with a frown.

"The first girl that came onto me that I slept with after breaking up with Britney."

"So you're telling me that you thought I might have been the one?"

Ryley shrugged and looked back out at the road.

Ashley smirked. "In your dreams."

"In yours," he shot back.

Ashley snorted. "You mean my nightmares."

"Fantasies."

"Loser."

"Tease."

"Tease?" she asked, with a look of shock.

Ryley nodded without looking over. "Got a lollipop for me?"

Ashley laughed long and hard. Ryley removed his right hand from the shifter and reached over, tickling Ashley ruthlessly. She laughed and fought with him, enjoying the game just as much as he was. 

By the time they had calmed down they were nearing Ryley's parents' house. Ashley fell silent and cast her eyes out the window at the passing neighborhood. Ryley put the clutch in and let the Camaro coast into the driveway. He killed the engine and opened the door as Ashley climbed out on her side.

He looked over at her as she stretched, interlacing her fingers and extending her arms over her head. His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her breasts as they pushed against the fabric of her shirt. He watched her stomach flatten even further as it tightened up and he could just see the outline of her ribcage against her shirt. A smile crossed his face as he realized just how beautiful she was.

She looked over at him and caught him smiling. Instead of saying anything, she just returned his look, holding his gaze for several moments. Ryley finally reached into the backseat and grabbed her bags, then led her up onto the back deck. He unlocked the door into the kitchen and walked inside.

Later that night they were sitting up in Ryley's room watching television and just talking. Ashley had the controller and was flipping through the channels. She finally settled on MTV and leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling both bare feet up and digging them into the cushions. Again, Ryley glanced over at her from where he sat in the recliner a few feet away.

Ashley had changed into a pair of white, drawstring sweatpants that were baggy and oversized, but only served to make her sexier. She had kept her baby blue top on and the colors contrasted nicely, making her eyes bluer and her hair darker. For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, Ashley caught him staring at her.

"You know," she said, as she laid the TV controller on an end table behind her. "I was wondering something."

Ryley turned his attention back to the TV. "Wonder away," he replied.

" You slept with me and whoever because you were looking for love, right?"

Ryley looked back over at her but said nothing.

"So could you turn down sex? I mean you say you're different from other guys, but can you prove it?"

He shrugged. "How?"

"Well if a girl offered you sex, no strings attached, could you say no?"

Ryley smiled. "Could you?"

"Oh no, you don't get off that easy."

"Why not?"

"Because this is about you, not me."

"Well I'll let you know when an offer comes along."

Ashley laughed. "No you won't. I want proof."

"And how do you propose to find out?"

She gave him a playful smile and slowly stood up. Ryley felt all the color drain from his face. 

"Oh, no," he breathed.

Ashley walked over to stand in front of him. Her blue eyes sparkled at him in the dim light of the room as she gave him a coy smile. She stepped forwards and slid one knee onto the recliner next to him and then slid the other one up on the opposite side. Ryley leaned back as she settled herself on his lap.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor. Ryley moaned as his nostrils filled with her scent, an intoxicating blend of lavender and her own enchanting smell. The blood rushed to his groin in a split second and his cock pushed against his jeans.

A smile crossed her face as she felt this. Ryley's eye settled on her nicely shaped breasts contained in a baby blue, lace bra. His hands moved of their own accord to her waist, caressing the silky smooth, soft skin he found there. Ashley bent down at the waist, pressing her chest to his, and moving her face to within inches of his own.

Ryley slid his hands to the small of her back where he reached lower, squeezing her firm ass and pulling her against him. She closed her eyes and moaned. When her blue eyes again met his they were glowing with desire. He felt her fingertips against his scalp, running through his hair.

"Just tonight," she breathed into his ear, gently licking his earlobe.

Ryley shuddered. He hadn't had sex in over a month and his desire was like a raging inferno.

"Ashley," he replied, his voice low, hoarse. "This isn't fair."

She gave a slight laugh then bent her head lower and bit him lightly on the neck.

"Ashley, don't. Please. You can't expect me to turn you down."

"Why not?"

Ryley moaned as she ground herself against his pulsing cock. "You're so gorgeous. And we've been down this road before, how can I say no?"

Ashley giggled. "I'm that good, huh?"

Ryley could only nod in response. His hands continued to squeeze her ass and he could feel her moving against him. 

"Is this a test?"

Ashley grabbed a handful of his hair and looked him the eyes. She moved her lips to his, closing her eyes as Ryley did the same. The moment their lips touched Ryley lost all control. 

He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent, filling his senses with it. His hands went to the sides of her back, pulling her further up the recliner to nestle her against his cock. Their tongues touching sent lightning bolts through both their bodies. Ashley sighed as he undid her bra, freeing her breasts, which were quickly cupped in his hands.

She pushed her chest against his hands as he rolled her nipples against his palms. Ryley grabbed her ass again and stood up, holding her against him. Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping their mouths pressed together as Ryley carried her across the room to the bed.

They both fell on to the mattress, Ashley spreading her legs and Ryley sliding into position, settling his cock against her mound. She crossed her ankles behind his back, locking him into place. He rubbed himself against her as he leaned down, taking one of her rose colored nipples into his mouth, gently biting and licking. Ashley threw her head back and moaned, her fingers tangling themselves in his short hair while she guided his mouth to her other breast.

Ryley stopped. He leaned back, moving away from Ashley. She looked up at him, her eyes burning embers of lust.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her eyebrows narrowing.

"I have to," he replied. "You're testing me."

"No, Ryley, come on. I was just kidding. I want you. Right now I need you."

He shook his head and reached behind his back, disengaging Ashley's legs from around him.

"Believe me, you have no idea how hard this is for me, Ashley. I haven't had sex in a month, which is the longest I've gone in a while."

Ashley grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "Don't you dare get off this bed until you finish what you started."

Ryley looked down at her, his desire barely contained by his conscience. Ashley sat up and kissed him at the base of the neck, then ran her tongue up his neck until her mouth was by his ear. 

"Fuck me, Ryley. I want you to make me scream."

Ryley squeezed his eyes shut. "To what end? I'm not like that. I'm sorry."

He gently pushed Ashley back onto the bed and stood up. Turning away, he left the room and walked downstairs. The emotions coursing through his body at that moment were indescribable. To turn down a woman like Ashley Scott was probably the last thing any man on the face of the earth would do and yet he had. Was it his pride, or was it something else?

As he leaned against the railing on the deck he tried to come up with an answer, but could find none. Hearing the back door open, he turned around. Ashley was walking towards him with a sweatshirt over her upper body.

Her arms were folded, her face lowered. Ryley looked down at her bare feet, her soft little feet a stark contrast against the weathered wood. She stopped a few feet away and they looked up at each other. He could see a cloud of emotions in her blue eyes. Ryley didn't know what to say, and in fact he still had no idea why he had turned her down. He was sure she was testing him, but he was also sure that she would have gone all the way, that she would have let him fuck her until she screamed, so why turn it down? 

"Ryley, if I told you I had feelings for you, would that change anything?" she asked.

He looked up at her. "Don't play around, Ashley."

She stepped closer. "I'm not, Ryley. It's just . . ." she stopped and lowered her eyes.

Ryley could tell she needed to get something off her chest.. And as he looked at her he felt something growing inside of him. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but he knew it had to do with Ashley. 

He studied her lithe frame, outlined nicely by the sweatpants. She was undeniably attractive, with a sexuality that made his skin begin to burn. When she looked up at him and her blue eyes locked with his, he knew it was all over. 

They stepped into each other's arms and their lips locked. Ryley inhaled deeply as they kissed. Their tongues sought out the other's. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair while his reached down and grabbed her firm ass. He didn't need any encouragement to lift her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and grind herself against his growing cock.

The action took Ryley's breath away. Ashley laughed through the kiss, sensing Ryley's knees going weak. She bit his lower lip, pulling lightly. 

"Take me inside, Ryley."

Ryley smiled as he carried her back into the house. By the time they got to the top of the stairs Ashley was laughing hysterically and Ryley was breathing heavy. He didn't even try to set her gently on the bed he just fell, landing to the side so he didn't hurt Ashley. 

"Somebody needs to join the gym," Ashley giggled as she got up on her knees next to Ryley.

Ryley could only smile as Ashley undid his pants. He drew a sharp breath when he felt her hand on his cock. She pulled him out into the cool air and stroked his length, feeling his pulse through the hot skin. 

Ashley's blazing blue eyes locked with his as she lowered her mouth. Ryley sat up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing to slits as he watched Ashley. Her tongue darted out and caressed the slit of his cock, pulling back with a string of precum that was already beginning to flow. 

Ryley groaned and fell back as Ashley swallowed his cock in one deliberate move. He shuddered at the feel of her hot, wet mouth. He felt her tongue swirling around the base of his shaft, the sensation of her tongue ring pressed to the sensitive skin. His hands grabbed the sheets as she pulled her lips up his shaft. Another groan escaped Ryley's lips.

Ashley sat up, her hand still stroking his cock, which was now wet with her saliva. Ryley looked up at her smiling face.

"Are you gonna last long enough for me?"

Ryley sat up, throwing Ashley down onto the bed. She gasped as Ryley grabbed her sweatpants and ripped them off, throwing them over his shoulder. Ashley reached for the zipper of the sweatshirt, but Ryley grabbed her wrists and pulled her up to a sitting position in front of him. He pulled the sweatshirt up over her had and tossed it, leaving Ashley in only a baby blue lace thong and bra. 

With Ashley's help, Ryley pulled his T-shirt off and it too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Her hands flew to his chest, tracing the lines of the muscles she had been yearning for all day. Ryley reached around her back and with one soft, deft touch, unclasped the bra and let it fall off Ashley's shoulders. She ran her tongue from the base of his neck up to his left ear.

"Fuck me," she ordered.

Ryley pushed Ashley back onto the bed and grabbed her thong. Ashley raised her legs, pointing her toes at the ceiling and lifting her hips. Ryley's eyes devoured the sexy lines of her taut muscles. When he looked into her eyes he saw a fire that rivaled the one in his eyes. He slid the thong over her hips and off her legs. 

He could already tell that Ashley didn't want to waste any more time. Grabbing his cock, he positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. They both looked down to see their joining. Ryley began to slide forward, the large, pulsing almost purple head of his cock split Ashley's lips without hesitation. 

Ryley pushed forward, surging into Ashley's body with a hunger. She cried out, her upper body rising off the bed, her hands grabbing the sides of Ryley's neck. Her head lolled back, her mouth wide open, in a silent cry. When Ryley was buried inside of her she fell back to the bed, pulling him with her.

"Oh God," she cried. "I've wanted this for so long."

Ryley moved on her, pulling his cock back out to the tip, feeling every inch of her wet, hot pussy. Their lips met with a hunger, both of them breathing raggedly. When Ryley thrust into her for the second time she threw her head back, her body writhing in his arms. Ryley lowered his lips to her breasts, which were thrust out from her body, quivering with lust. He seized her nipple in his teeth, biting lightly and then licking it briefly before leaning back.

He began to fuck Ashley like they had both wanted him to since he had seen her at the airport. This was something that was so natural for the two of them. They had fit together perfectly when they first met and a second chance was long overdue. 

Ashley seemed to gather herself enough to lean up and kiss Ryley while he pounded her pussy with long, hard, deliberate thrusts. She could already feel her first orgasm building. She could feel the tingling in her toes and in her spine. 

"Fuck me, Ryley. I'm gonna cum," she managed to cry.

Then it was upon her, the white hot light exploding behind her eyes. Ashley couldn't tell if her eyes were squeezed shut or not all she could see was the feeling inside her. Her body clenched, her muscles going taut. Her breath caught in her throat for an instant.

"Jesus Christ, Ryley!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

Ryley did just that. He pounded into her as hard as he could. The feel of her pussy squeezing his cock was exquisite. Her orgasm had him gripped so tight he thought his eyes were going to be sucked into his head. He looked down and saw his thick shaft coated with his juices. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back.

Looking down at Ashley he could see that a light sweat had broken out over her body, reflecting the light that shone through the window. She looked up at him with those blue eyes and that was what set him off. He could feel his orgasm beginning to build. He could already feel it taking over his body. He could feel his muscles beginning to clench, his thrusts beginning to shorten.

Ashley sensed it too. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, crossing her ankles so he couldn't pull out. She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth just like she had down to his cock.

"Oh, Ryley, I can feel it. You're going to cum."

Ryley could only moan.

"Ryley, I want you to cum inside me!" she ordered. "I want you to fill me up. I know it's been so long for you and I want you to cum inside me."

Ryley pistoned in and out of her, his hips the only thing on his body capable of moving and they seemed to doing it of their own accord. He was so happy to hear Ashley say that because he didn't think he'd be able to stop at that point.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her into each of his thrusts, slamming himself as deep as he could inside of her. Ashley fell back to the bed and grabbed her tits, punching her nipples, feeling another orgasm building. She could only hold on as Ryley pounded her. She knew they were going to be sore in the morning but this was so indescribably satisfying that she couldn't care if she couldn't walk after this night.

"Oh fuck," Ryley groaned.

He felt it start in his balls. The fire exploded there filling his body to the point where all he could feel was the burning in his cock. He felt himself growing, expanding inside Ashley's hot, vice-like pussy. And then he exploded. 

He felt jet after jet of hot cum convulse through his shaft and out the tip of his cock. He pounded Ashley's body with shallow thrusts, feeling her rock from his motions. He could hear her cry out from her own orgasm as he filled her pussy. She felt him grab him and pull him to her body, wrapping her arms around his back even as continued to pump his hips, his cock still burning and filling her pussy with it's white hot load. His breathing was ragged, uncontrollable, but he wouldn't have cared if he died at that point.

His cock pulsed erupting with a few more jets of semen. Then they were both still. Ryley's cock was still rock hard and buried in Ashley's pussy. They could both feel his cum leaking out, but neither one of them moved.