A Cowboy's Heart Page 2

  I just started at some stranger, and attempted to undress him with my own eyes while my grandmother was right in front of me!

  Why are you so upset about doing something that you obviously enjoyed doing?

  She silently growled at the passionate side of her conscience butting into her mind, and giving its own two cents about the whole thing.

  You know perfectly well why I am upset at the moment about what I have done.

  You really need to lighten up, and let go of the prudish and frigid upbringing that your parents taught you, and stop thinking that doing something you enjoy to be bad and that you need to scream at yourself for doing it at the first place.

  I don’t even know his name, and I was just eying him like some kind of pervert peeping in on someone that turns them on while they are not aware of it.

  Emily-

  The sound of the screen door slamming shut behind her caught her attention, and brought her focus to where her grandmother was moving towards her hickory steps with one of her suitcases in one of her hands.

  “Come along, Emmy-Andy!” Belle exclaimed, happily. She didn’t even attempt to conceal her feelings of bliss and excitement that were very evident in her own southern accent. “Let me show you to your room so you can start unpacking your belongings.”

  I believe there is something else that you would rather be doing…or I should say…someone else you would rather be getting comfortable and resting on before dinner.

  She rolled her eyes at what her conscience said in order to tempt and tease her shortly before following her up the stairs. Emily wanted to ask her granny who the man at the barn was on the way to her room, but didn’t know exactly how to do it. Secretly, she hoped and waited for an opening for her to ask the question.

  “Once I show you to your room, Emily, I am going to step out to the garden to check on my vegetables growing in this horrible heat wave, and see if John needs some help with the horses.”

  Her body nearly stumbled on the stairs from the sound of her mother’s mom mention what she took to be the name of the mystery man outside. Reaching a small hallway at the top, she chose to finally speak up, and ask the question that she had been longing to ask.

  “Is that the name of the man I saw outside?” Emily asked. Her voice had a slight twinge to it as she spoke to her while moving down the wooden hallway beside her. “I noticed a man in the entrance to it outside when I got out of the vehicle, and opened up the trunk. He had on a large, white cowboy-“

  “That was John Hicks all right…He is my ranch hand that helps me around this place, and stays at the guest house back down the dirt road about a mile and a half.”

  “Is he really good with the horses?”

  “Oh he most certainly is, Emily. The way he does hands on work with some of my more rough horses would truly amaze and astound you.”

  This was her chance. Granny Belle had given her the opportunity to speak up, and make a statement that would either keep her away from him or bring her closer to him.

  “Granny, if it is okay with you, I would like to go down to the barn and see the horses since it has been such a long time from the last time I was here.”

  She waited in anticipation of what would be her grandmother’s reaction since she didn’t know how Belle would answer her, and that her words would either increase her desire or bring it crashing down.

  Reaching the closed door of the room she always stayed in during her past trips there, she found her grandmother to be smiling at her, and reaching for the other piece of luggage her right hand was clutching.

  “Go on, sweetheart.” Belle answered, friendly, as she slipped her hand around its handle, and brought it to her side with the other one on the opposite side. “I will unpack your belongings while you go see the horses before I work on some dinner for us tonight.”

  Emily smiled, brightly, at her granny while her blood and heart raced with one another at the news she had received from her. She was going to be able to not only see the horses, but also their master who had been running through her head non-stop the moment she first laid eyes on him.

  Nodding to her, she turned, and made her way back down the stairs with an unadulterated need to get up close and personal with her grandmother’s ranch hand pouring out of every fiber of her being.

  * * *

  Pouring some oats into the last stall that had a young black filly in it, John carried the newly empty bucket back to where the rest of the feed was contained, and placed it beside it on the ground.

  Well…That is done and over with. Now, I need to see about getting some more hay bales from the loft overhead down here to save me a trip up there in the morning.

  He proceeded towards the stairs that faced away from the opened barn doors when the faint sound of someone walking inside brought his movement up them to a screeching halt. Believing that it was Belle, John proceeded to turn around on them to look in the direction of the doorway from where he stood while his voice flowed out in a calm tone.

  “I am going to head to town for a few things in a bit, Belle. Do you need anything-“

  Instead of seeing his employer, the sight that filled his gaze instead was that of her beautiful, curvaceous grand-daughter moving down the aisle with her eyes looking in his direction. The visual alone caused him to stop speaking all together or even making any kind of movement either up or down on the stairs he remained upon. The only action his body could do was holding the eye contact with her gentle eyes.

  Oh…have…mercy!

  His feelings of desire and lust for Emily came rushing back inside of him, giving him no time to prepare for the storm of emotions brewing within the core of his essence.

  You have the best luck in the world at the moment, John. The part of his mind that harbored all of his temptations started to whisper at him, teasingly. Belle’s voluptuous grand-child is standing less than twenty feet away from you…and no one is around to interrupt or walk in on the two of you.

  Almost immediately, he let out a sound of disgust, silently, at what he heard being suggested to him within the recesses of his mind. The idea of doing anything with his boss’ grand-daughter with her being close by caused his anger to make itself known to the part of the conscience speaking at that second.

  Are you crazy?! Belle is in the main house, and could come out here at any moment if she is not already on her way out here!

  That makes this moment you have with her to be heightened with even more excitement, as well as pleasuring all of your senses.

  Having the ability to share an intimate moment with her right there in the horse barn with nothing and no one around to bother them did tempt him, and make him crave her much more in comparison to how he was the second his eyes found her form out by her car.

  John struggled through it, but managed to push his own urges to the side, and walk down the stairs with a warm smile on his face and a friendly tone in his deep, southern voice.

  “Howdy, ma’am.” He said, choosing to reveal his mannerisms to her, as his body stood at the bottom of the stairs. John kept the grin on his face as he continued to speak. “How may I help you?”

  His eyes roamed over her curves, soaking in all she had to offer him. Being in the presence of someone as attractive as she was while keeping an innocent vibe about her at the same time made his urges burn even more.

  He placed his gaze on her face, and focused on her moving a few more steps to approach him while her gentle voice came out of her mouth in a similar tone that oozed with a calm, friendly sound to it.

  “Well,” Emily replied, “I came out here to check out the barn, and see all of it so I can familiarize myself with it and the jobs that have to be done within it since I am going to be staying the next few months with my grandmother.”

  His sexual desires only screamed louder at him while also digging its nails tight and deeply into his spinal column, giving him no rest. The news of Belle’s grand-daughter wishing to be there to see all of the barn and the jobs he di
d inside of it caused all sorts of ideas to run through her mind before one idea stuck out the most.

  The loft overhead provided not only privacy for the two of them, but would offer a soft floor for their bodies to lie down upon if things took a more passionate turn on the tour of the building between the two of them.

  Before it could really settle in and give him any kind of inspiration to act it out and make the idea into a reality, John turned to the side, and motioned up the stairs to her with one of his hands as he spoke to her with his unbridled urge for her, as well as her curvaceous body, lingering just beneath the surface of his deep voice.

  “I was fixing to head up to the loft to do a chore of mine. In the evenings, like it is now, I usually go up and toss some hay bales down to feed the horses with in the morning. If you will follow me…I would be very happy to show you that job, and how to do it…properly.”

  Chapter Four

  The way he spoke to her caused every fiber of her being to tense up and almost lock on the spot from a surge of unadulterated desire deep in her essence. There were no other words that could fully describe what her body was experiencing at that moment in time.

  Emily struggled for control of her body and emotions as she started up the stairs that led to the loft she used to play in all the time as a child when her grandmother would be feeding and tending to the horses downstairs. Now…it was a place where she would be all alone with the very man that had been on her thoughts since having first seen him outside.

  I have no reason to worry or be concerned about coming up here with him. John seems to be good enough to trust, and believe that he will not try to do anything with me.

  Deep down, Emily knew that everything in her thoughts was just her attempt to try and not think about what her body was wanting at the moment. She wanted to remain, calm, polite, poised, and friendly around him while her body was craving to feel his hands roaming over her curves, the sensation of his lips crashing down against hers in a passion filled kiss, and having his way with her right there in the privacy of the barn’s loft.

  I can do this…I think.

  Emily took a few more steps before she found herself to be standing on the hay covered floor of the loft. She looked around the area from where her body remained before her eyes locked in on a particular wooden post near.

  I wonder if it is still on their.

  She made her way over to one of the beams that supported the roof and kept it from falling down John, the horses below, and herself. One of her hands brushed some dust and old cobwebs from it, cleaning a section on it.

  Coming into sight, the letters, ‘EW’ , were noticeable despite showing signs of having aged over the passing years since they had been carved there, and several cracks forming in the tops and bottoms of the letters.

  A smile danced across her face after having found her mark to be there still despite having not been there in a long time. She glanced over towards the stairs, and found John to be smiling at her from catching sight of the smile on her angelic face shortly before she found him to be speaking up with his deep voice.

  “Looking to see if the initials of your boyfriend and your names to be there still?” John asked, lightly chuckling in his curious tone.

  The question he proposed to her caused her to quickly shake her head, and reply back to him with no hesitation in her voice.

  “N-No, John.” She answered. Her voice had a slightly shaky sound to it due to her being caught off guard with his question to her. “I was checking to make sure that my initials were still there.”

  “You don’t have some boyfriend’s initials there underneath yours…or at least a friend from your childhood?”

  “I am afraid not. I didn’t have a boyfriend when I carved this into the wood the last time I was here as a child…and I don’t have one at the moment either.”

  * * *

  The news that Belle’s guest was not attached to anyone at that time warmed his heart, and caused the flames to build higher and more intense inside of him.

  This is wonderful news indeed, John. His lusts deep inside of him whispered with each word dripping with pure sensuality. Not only is she alone up here in the loft with you…but she is not involved with anyone at the moment in a relationship.

  John noticed how his battle with the very emotions that were feeding his desires to have her all to himself had started to wane, and cause his willpower against the temptations racing away at it to start to ease up a bit, and lower down its guard, slowly.

  She is free as a bird, and so are you…Take her, John.

  He struggled to keep control on his body as his mouth released a gasp of air from its confines before managing to speak up to her.

  “Well,” John said, “what I usually do up here is go over to the far side over there by the wall where the hay bales are stacked up in several piles, and toss a few down through an opening that leads down to the ground floor so that way in the morning I don’t have to come back up here.” His voice trembled the words out of his mouth to a small degree despite trying to remain calm and collected in front of her.

  “Okay.” Nodding her head to him, Emily glanced over to where the bales were nestled before she started over towards them while speaking up at the same time to him. “I will go ahead then, and toss some down the opening then.”

  He couldn’t control his wandering eyes moving down her back to where her tight, round ass was nestled in the pair of pants that she had on at the moment.

  She certainly does have a wonderful ass in those jeans of hers.

  A faint smirk danced across his face from the visual of Emily’s plump butt moving side to side in the pants she had on. The other girls that he had been around were nowhere near as attractive as her, and none of them had a rump as thick as hers.

  That ass would feel so good in the palm of my-

  Before he could complete the thought he was having, his eyes caught sight of where the opening was in the floor for the hay to be tossed through, and how Emily was moving right towards it, and oblivious to the danger she was putting herself in.

  He wasted little time rushing across the loft to get to her body before she took another step, and wrapped his right arm around her waist. Quickly, John pulled Emily back towards him, and had the backside of her body pressing against the front of his strong, muscular frame before she had the chance to fall down through the hole, and land on the first floor of the barn with enough force that she would hurt herself, severely.

  “That was a close one there, Emily.” John said, softly. His deep voice had lowered to a whisper but the concern he had for her made it sound much louder than it really was. “You need to be careful in this place, sweetheart. Even though you wouldn’t have died from a fall like that…Your body would have suffered a really bad injury. Also…I would hate for something bad to happen to such a sweet young woman like you.”

  He shifted his focus from the hole close by to her in time to witness Emily turning herself around to face him, and looking upon his intense emerald green eyes that now shifted their focus on her. Standing in front of Belle’s grand-daughter, John couldn’t think of a sight anymore beautiful or one that he would rather be gazing at then that of what was in front of him at that second.

  Chapter Five

  Those eyes…I believe that I can stand here, and look into those eyes of his for all time.

  Following have near fell through the opening the loft for the hay bales to be tossed through to the floor below, Emily found herself locked into a momentarily eye lock with her grandmother’s ranch hand while their bodies were in close proximity to one another. The way she felt from how he looked upon her with a concerned tenderness scared away any doubt that she might had about his intentions involving her.

  John obviously cared so much for her that he went out of his way to pull her away from the ledge instead of simply letting her fall, and not warning her of the dangers he was walking into. If he didn’t care so strong, and he only wanted to have sex with her�
��he wouldn’t have went out of the way to wrap an arm around her waist, and pull her back at the last second before she plummeted a good thirty feet to the ground below.

  “I uh…” Emily said, speaking softly in a shaky tone. “I want to thank you for caring enough to pull me back before something did happen to me. If you hadn’t-“

  Her voice fell silent from the sensation of one of his hands sliding the palm of it against a side of her face, and cupping it with the most gentle of touches. Emily lowered her gaze down enough to see where his large hand was nestled, looking upon it in its entirety from the tip of its fingers where his decently sized fingernails were located all the way down his long fingernails to the back of his hand, and ending at the top of his thick wrist.

  “Why would it be such a surprise that I care so strong for you, Emily?”

  John’s simple question to her brought her attention to shift from his large hand that was cradling a portion of her head to his mesmerizing emerald stare that had not moved an inch from her during the time they had been standing facing one another. She drew in a breath of air while her ears listened to his southern accent dripping in his voice.

  “Someone would have to be pretty damn cold and cruel in order to not develop any kind of feelings or emotions for a woman as kind…and beautiful as you, Emily.” The words coming out of his strong mouth flowed with honesty and sincerity dripping down from them.

  “John-“

  “As long as I am here…I am going to make sure that nothing and nobody puts you in any kind of danger.”

  “What if I end up in danger that can’t be avoided?”

  “Then whoever or whatever placed you there better be a damn fast runner because when I get my hands on them…they will wish they were dead for even thinking to try and hurt you, darling.”