Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5 (16 page)

Georgia giggled again, apparently reluctant to leave. Ace began to walk toward her little pickup truck, encouraging her on her way.

"
You need help loadin' that critter in your truck, Georgia?"

"No, thanks, Ace-honey. I got it all set for my li'l boy."

Ace nearly sighed aloud as Georgia loaded up her pig and got behind the wheel. "I'll see you next week!" she called through the open window.

Smiling and nodding, both Ace and Gabby waved at her as she drove down the driveway.

"That woman is mighty silly," Ace told his wife as he nuzzled her hair. She smelled like peaches again. How she did that, he didn't know. Pulling her up against his body, he whispered in her ear. "Mrs. Journey, I believe you and me have a date under the pecan trees before dinner."

Gabby's voice was a little breathless
as
she answered him. "We do?"

He kissed her deeply.
Although they weren't
exactly
newlyweds anymore, he was spellbound by her still. The taste and smell of her, the way she spoke, her little bouts of brattiness, and, damn if she wasn't always making his cock stand at attention. Her small, round body completely enthralled him.
Holding
her close like this, all he wanted to do was
bury himself
deep in her. He didn't much care where, when or how, either.

As their kiss lightened, he confirmed his plan with her. "We'll pick us up a saddle blanket in the stable on our way out to the grove. I thought we'd find that little spot by the creek where we laid down last week."

Her face flushed sweetly at his reminder of their
moonlight
tryst
. Ace nuzzled her neck and enticed her a little more. "I plan to strip you naked and taste your sweet peach nectar, li'l girl."

She groaned and tilted her head, encouraging his kisses on her throat. "Yes. Yes, Ace."

Slowly, he relinquished his hold on her, then stepped back, adjusting his jeans. Damn but she affected him mightily. He was hard and ready. Too bad they were out in the yard where ranch hands and kin alike would have a free peep show. Ace took her hand and hurried her along.

They picked up the blanket, the softest one they could find, and meandered through the pecan grove a quarter
mile beyond the stable.
The evening sun was shining not too far above the horizon, and the birds were gathering themselves to settle in for the night, chirping their goodnights s
leepily. The pecan trees smelled woodsy and fresh,
with the promise of a healthy crop come fall.

Ace loved the grove, the dappled shade of the huge trees, the sound of the creek at the far end, the smell of the leaves and frenetic twitters of the birds. But most of all, he loved
sharing it with Gabby. Her city
upbringing made everything in his world a new experience and gave him fresh eyes to see things through. Living on the ranch was his way and his joy, but Gabby's delight at the fireflies in July were a treat to his senses. When she saw a fish in the creek, her eyes would light up like a child at his first pony. It made his heart stop. There were times he thought he was a crazy fool for being so in love with his wife.

He'd waited so long to find her, though, and he wanted to savor every moment they had together like a miser with his stash of gold.
She was eighteen years younger than he
and eighteen years less mature, but Ace knew he wouldn't have been ready for her if they were the same age.
At
twenty-two, he'd been wild for bull riding and that was all he could think about. Women were easy to find when you were in the prize money, and a lot less plentiful when you weren't. Those kind of encounters lost their luster pretty quick. He had his college degree and the world was his own personal rodeo, every bull a challenge, every stop on the tour a grind he wouldn't have given up for
anything
.

He broke bones. He had a concussion. He won. He lost. But deep in his heart, he knew that the ranch was always there for him. His father made it clear that he had a place when he was ready to settle down.

Eventually, one ruined knee later, he
was back on the ranch. He still rode bulls, so he hadn't left that life forever. The bulls were stock for the rodeos, though, and the only prizes he'd earn now were his own sense of satisfaction and confidence. When Gabby had come along, his w
orld had opened up like a fresh-baked
pie. He hadn't even known what he was missing before.

The creek was high in its banks with the spring runoff and made a vigorous shushing sound as it swiftly passed. Ace found the spot he and Gabby had shared the week previous and laid the heavy blanket down on the ground before turning to his woman.

"Get them clothes off, li'l girl, or I'm gonna have to tear 'em all to shreds and fight the fellas that stare at you as I carry you home naked."

She laughed lightly and started shucking her t-shirt and jeans.
Soon
she was clad only in her lace bra and panties,
and
she gave Ace an alluring smile and ran her hands up her flanks and over her breasts, pushing them together to deepen her cleavage.

"
That where you want me to fuck you?" he asked, knowing the a little crude talk always made her more wet.

She nodded and kneaded her breasts. "Yes," she breathed. "I want you to come on my face."

Jesus, he'd come in his pants if he didn't get down to business pretty soon! His answer was a low growl and the quick removal of his lower clothes. His cock was throbbing, pointed straight up at his belly like he was twenty years old. What she did to him was shattering.

"Take off the rest and lie down, li'l girl.
I'm about to come
a callin'."

Giggling, she did as he'd bid and waited, all soft limbs and rounded hips and breasts. Gabby teased her nipples, drawing them up and adding a slight twist as she did. Her look got intense, her gaze totally focused on hi
m
as she licked her pretty lips.

Ace didn't want to ravish her, he wanted to take his time, but, just the same, he was hot as a stallion for a mare and the hour was growing late. He'd have to spend more time with her later, when they were alone in their suite. Any regret for the necessary haste was soon lost as he straddled his wife's thighs and leaned over to lick the nipples she offered so prettily. When she moaned softly, he rubbed his erection along her thighs and up toward her
lightly furred mound. As he licked and sucked at her ripe buds, she rubbed her hands over and under his shirt. He knew she loved the hard muscles he'd built up over the years and it made him thankful that he earned them honestly with hard work and sweat.

She tweaked his nipples and he groaned with pent up need. Moving up on her body, he offered his thick cock to her. "Wet me down good, darlin'."

"Yes, sir.
" Her little tongue went right to work, her lips sucking him in and sliding up and down him the way
she knew
he liked it. She wasn't all serious business though, and playfully nipped at the tender head of his dick.

"Ow! Mind your manners, li'l girl. I'll take you over my knee if you don't."

"I reckon you'll have to, cowboy," she said, her tongue making one more long trip toward his sensitive head where she nipped him again.

"Damn, Gabby. You know better." He'd have to take her to task, but he had other, more urgent needs first. "Push your titties tight, Gabby. I'm gonna give you what you asked for, and then I'm gonna give you what you deserve."

"Mmmm," was her answer as he slid into place, his slippery cock nestled in her cleavage.

He had no words, no pretty speeches, all he had was driving need and a willing woman to share it with. He rocked atop her, reaching down to tweak her nipples as she offered her ripe breasts and pressed them around him like a pair of royal pillows. With every tweak of his fingers, she panted a little more, her eyes closing as the sweet pressure of longing built
within her, too. There was
rapture in the flush of her cheeks and the flare of her nostrils. He could hear it in her sighs and moans. Ace knew if he reached behind him and fingered her, she'd be wet as a bubble bath and twice as slippery. He kept up his pumping between her breasts, picking up the pace.

The sensation was
wonderful. Every sexy thing they did together satisfied him. She hadn't been a virgin when they got together, but her experience had been so limited that he'd had to teach her most of what she knew. That was fine with him. He knew what he liked, and she had a way of encouraging him to explore her body that was all Madonna and whore at the same time. Gabby was comfortable with her growing sexuality and it completely enraptured him.

"Mmm-hmm," he told her as he fingered her nipples.

"Harder," she said on a moan.

"You want it like this?" He tweaked her turgid peaks a little roughly.

"Yes!"

Accommodating her wishes,
his balls began
to tighten, urgency rising
. He worked her nipples harder and she groaned and arched, pressing her breasts together harder, higher. The feeling of soft flesh around him was too compelling to ignore. He moved his cock from between her breasts and used his hand to pump it, pointing the beading slit at her pretty mouth.

She tickled the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue and he was undone. Every muscle in his body tensed as he shot hot semen over her face and onto her lips. She licked and hummed with happiness as he spurted on her.

"Yes," she whispered. "Mine."

He groaned as the last of his ejaculate left his body. "Yeah, honey, yours."
Relaxation crept through him
and
he
smiled with satisfaction. There was a small bead of semen on near her eye and he thumbed it away,
trailing his fingers along her cheek as she gathered his come up with her fingertips and sucked on her fingers.

Ace's voice sounded like a bear-ish growl as he reminded her of the next event. "I ain't forgettin' that you bit me."

She smiled and wiped her clean fingers on the hem of his shirt. "I didn't forget either."

"Hmph. I ought to leave you high and dry."

"I'm anything but dry, Ace."

He laughed. "No, I believe that. I can smell your sweet peach."

She blushed and his heart expanded a little more.

Ace moved to her side and
slid his hand down her belly toward her pussy. She opened to him when he touched her slit. "Nope," he told her, withdrawing his hand despite her little groan of frustration. "Up on all fours. My filly requires a firm hand on the reins."

"I changed my mind, Ace. Can't we make love instead? I'm all excited." Even as she argued, she rose to her hands and knees, so he knew it wasn't a serious request. She wanted to be spanked and, as part of their sex life, he was happy to accommodate her. When she was naughty, she got a much less pleasant spanking and she knew it. This kind of spanking came with benefits.

He swatted her playfully. "Don't argue with me, woman. You deserve a paddlin'." She didn't get a chance for further disagreement; he went right to the spanking without further warning.

Gabby gasped a little at the first few spanks. He wasn't hitting hard and it was barely making pink handprints on her pale behind. Ace struck a little harder and she expulsed a little "ow" but rocked back into the next few blows. His sweet wife was enjoying herself and so was he.

As he
r
bottom got more pink and began to heat
and her cries got more heartfelt
, he tilted his head to look at the lusty picture she presented from behind. Her pussy gleamed with
wetness
that had begun to moisten her thighs. She was swollen and pink, ripe for him.
He spanked her harder as his own flesh got hard again.