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Authors: Imari Jade

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Kolby found some relaxing music on the radio and then joined her. He kissed his way down her body, making sure he gave attention to every piece of skin.

Aliya trembled beneath him.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it if you keep this up.” She gasped loudly has he parted the lips of her pussy and buried his tongue deep inside her. He brought her to orgasm quickly this way.

“That should hold you for a now,” Kolby said as he rose over her.

Was he kidding? She was so relaxed she felt like she needed a cigarette. He gave her something to suck on. Aliya wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. It was a good thing she had control over her gag reflex as he moved his hips and sent more of his dick to the back of her throat. He tasted salty/sweet and clean. Aliya ran her tongue down the length.

Kolby moaned. “I like the way you do that.”

Aliya squeezed his balls. They were full. She moved her head lower and sucked on them.

“Ooh,” Kolby said. “I think I like this too.”

Aliya played with his nuts a little more and then put her attention back on the head, sucking and licking until he gently pushed her away.

“Aw, why did you stop me?”

“I want to come inside you,” Kolby said.

Aliya lay down on the pillow and parted her legs.

“Saddle up, cowboy.”

Kolby sent his big cock into her.

“Oh good lawd!” Aliya clawed at Kolby’s back.

“You’re going to have to cut those nails, darling,” Kolby said as he screwed her.

“Sorry,” she said, trying not to scratch him up too bad. She gripped the side of the mattress instead and held on while he rode her.

It didn’t take them long to get sweaty. Kolby had her backing up on the headboard with his thrusts.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Kolby grunted as he worked his hips.

The next grunt and thrust sent her over the edge. She stopped rolling her hips as her pussy pulsed. Aliya screamed his name, “Kolby!”

“I love the way that feels,” Kolby said chuckling. He’d stopped a moment and she rested. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her hair lay plastered to her face.

Aliya wrapped her legs back around Kolby’s waist after her heart beat returned to normal.

“Your turn,” she said, wiggling her ass.

Kolby rolled them over until she was on top.

“Let’s take this nice and slow.”

The man’s cock was long enough that it could still rock her world while she kissed him senseless. The music coming for the radio added ambiance. Their bodies molded together after he took her over the edge time and time again.

“You’re multi-orgasmic. I like that,” Kolby said. “Your pussy is so good I don’t want to leave it.”

“You’ll have to go back to the ranch sometime,” Aliya chuckled.

“Yes, I know.” He rolled Aliya over so that she was on her back, raised one of her legs, and sent his cock home.

She broke her promise and scratched him hard as they both came together.

“Oh my god,” she screamed. “That was magnificent.”

Kolby was trying to recover.

“It snuck up on me too,” he said, swiping his dripping wet hair out of his eyes.

She could still feel the heat from his cum deep inside her. The condom intensified it. Aliya watched while he extracted his soft cock and removed the rubber.

“That’s quite a load.”

“Everything’s big in Texas, darling.”

Aliya nodded. She was starting to believe that.

Chapter Eight

Having Aliya back at the ranch made Kolby a bit nervous. His mother had been pleasant so far and allowed Aliya to help her in the kitchen with lunch. Later he took her to the barn and introduced her to Thor. Some of the guys were there checking her out. Kolby suspected Harry had something to do with it.

He never knew his horse could be jealous. Thor wouldn’t let Aliya pet him and he actually nipped her on the behind a couple of times. Harry and the others got a big laugh out of this.

“Your horse doesn’t like me,” Aliya said from a safe difference.

“Apparently,” Kolby said high up in the saddle. He rode off a little to show her his horsemanship and control of Thor and then rode back. Thor still tried to get at her.

“Maybe he doesn’t like what I have on,” Aliya said.

“Take it off,” Harry shouted.

“In your dreams,” Aliya said.

Kolby got off the horse and tried to walk Thor to the stable but the horse kept snorting at Aliya.

“Mind your manners,” Kolby said to the horse. “You’re going to scare the pretty lady away.” He walked Thor to the barn and disappeared behind the door. He came out and found his mother talking to Aliya.

“Your mother has invited me to go with her for a ride,” Aliya said.

“We’re going to pick vegetables for dinner,” Sonya said.

Kolby seriously thought about telling Aliya, no.

“Okay,” he said. “Don’t be long.”

Aliya climbed into the passenger seat of the jeep and Sonya drove away.

“You don’t look too good,” Harry said. “Are you worried that Auntie might bury her out in the fields?”

“Yeah,” Kolby said. “But I suspect that she’s trying to see how tough Aliya is.”

§§§

“I’m cooking stew for dinner,” Sonya told Aliya when they arrived at the field. “We need potatoes, carrots, and peas.” The older woman showed her what to do and set her to work. Aliya had put on the gloves and got busy. She wasn’t afraid of a little hard work and she wasn’t going to let Kolby’s mother think she couldn’t cut it. Marissa had already told her that her grandmother considered Aliya a greenhorn. They worked side by side under the heat of the sun. Sonya had given Aliya a hat to protect her skin. Aliya was thankful that she’d also remembered to put on sun block before she had left her apartment.

“What do your parents do for a living?” Sonya asked her.

“My father is a chef in his own restaurant and my mother was a jazz singer. Now she’s a housewife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Aliya said. “They met at one of her shows.”

“I like jazz,” Sonya said. “Why did she quit?”

“They started a family. I’m the youngest of ten children. I have five brothers and four sisters.”

“Wow. I wanted more kids, but after having Genieva and Kolby I just couldn’t get pregnant again.” She paused. “Do you like children?”

“Yes,” Aliya answered as she pulled a potato out of the ground. She shook the dirt off the root and then put it in one of the baskets. “That’s one of the reasons I became a teacher. I worked a nine to five job at a bank and I hated it. I wanted to make a contribution with my life so I went back to college and majored in early childhood education.”

“Marissa said you are a good teacher.”

“She’s an excellent student. I’m glad they put me in a first grade class. They are so eager to learn.”

“She’s going to be smarter than all of us,” Sonya said. “Her mother died in a car accident when Marissa was four. Kolby took it pretty hard.” Sonya unearthed some carrots and put them in a basket. “For the longest time we couldn’t get him to talk about it. He just closed himself off. I guessed he just needed time to grieve.”

“He seems alright now,” Aliya said.

“He’s still not much of a talker but sometimes he sits on that porch late at night like he’s expecting Meredith to come walking up. I hate seeing him like that.”

Now Aliya was beginning to understand Sonya’s toughness. She supposed it was hard to see her child suffer.

“I can’t promise that I won’t tragically die in an accident,” Aliya said. “But I like Kolby. He makes me smile. His horse hates me though.”

Sonya laughed and then sighed. “Thor hates me too. I think he just hates women. The only female he lets near him is Marissa.”

Aliya laughed. “He nipped me on the butt a couple of times, but I like Rosie. She’s very gentle.”

“Do you plan to stick around Brazoria County long?” Sonya asked.

“Yes,” Aliya said. “I’m no quitter. I’m getting used to the place and the people here are so nice and friendly.”

“It takes a special kind of person to be a ranch wife,” Sonya said. “I think you have good potential.”

“Thank you,” Aliya said. She’d take a compliment any way she could get it.

“We have enough vegetables. We need to head back.”

Aliya took the biggest basket and hauled it to the jeep.

Sonya put in the other basket.

They climbed back into the front of the car.

“Everyone loved your gumbo. You have to show me how you prepare it that way.”

They talked all the way back to the ranch house.

Kolby showed up to help with the baskets.

“Did the two of you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Aliya said. “Your mother is going to teach me how to make beef stew.”

“I hope we’re having cornbread with that,” Kolby said.

“Of course I’m making cornbread,” Sonya said. “It’s the only way I can get your father to eat stew.” She entered the house and Aliya and Kolby brought up the rear.

§§§

Kolby sat on the front porch with Aliya, Hale, and Genieva watching the sun set. Someone from the bunkhouse was strumming a Spanish tune on his guitar and singing. Harry had gone off on another date with Becky, leaving the four of them alone to enjoy the rest of the evening.

“Did you go to Mardi Gras this year?” Hale asked Aliya after they’d been talking for a while.

“No,” Aliya said. “I’ve seen enough parades to last a lifetime.”

“Hale has been promising to take me,” Genieva said. “But we never quite make it there.”

“It’s something you have to see at least once,” Aliya said. “And you have to try a Hurricane.”

“What’s that?” Genieva asked.

“A popular drink in New Orleans made with three different kinds of rum, orange and pineapple juice and grenadine syrup.”

“Ooh wee,” Hale said. “I think I can go for something like that.”

“It will knock you on your ass if you drink enough of them,” Aliya said.

“Are you speaking from experience?” Kolby asked her.

Aliya nodded.

“Yeah, I tried it once and believe me I woke up the next morning with the worst headache in the world.”

“So why should I try that?” Genieva asked.

“Because it’s just something you do in New Orleans when you visit. You eat a lot of good food, drink a lot of whatever and then you catch some beads.”

“I’ll skip the drinking,” Genieva said. “But I want to go there for the food. I want to taste Shrimp Creole and praline candy.”

“I can teach you how to make those,” Aliya said. “In fact you and Hale need to come to my place next Sunday for brunch after church.”

“Not dinner?” Kolby asked.

“Are you kidding?” Aliya asked. “Your mother would kill me if you guys didn’t eat Sunday dinner here on the ranch.”

Marissa came outside with her clear tackle box. “Daddy. I messed up my hair.”

Kolby rose from the rocker, walked to the edge of the porch, and sat down. Marissa walked down and sat down on the step between his knees.

“What are you doing?” Aliya asked him.

“I’m about to comb my daughter’s hair.”

“Do you want me to do that?” Aliya asked.

“No, I got this,” Kolby said. He took the balls and barrettes out of Marissa’s hair, brushed it, and braided it into two neat plaits.

“Thanks,” Marissa said once Kolby had finished. “I’m going to bed.”

“Have a goodnight, darling,” Kolby said.

Everyone told his daughter good night.

Kolby stood up and climbed back into to the rocker.

“You can comb hair?” Aliya asked.

“Yes,” Kolby said.

“He’s very good at it,” Genieva said.

“You can comb mine one of these days,” Aliya said.

“I like messing yours up,” Kolby chuckled.

Aliya hit him on the arm.

“You’re not supposed to say that aloud.”

“So that’s where all those scratches come from on his back,” Hale said. “Harry and I thought he’d fallen off Thor and got scraped.”

Aliya buried her hands into her pocket.

Kolby continued to chuckle.

“I had them trimmed when I went in for a manicure,” Aliya confessed. “I just had to find something to grab on to.”

“Is Kolby that bad in bed?” Hale asked.

This time Genieva popped her husband on his arm.

“Are you kidding?” Aliya asked loud. “Kolby knows how to scratch an itch.”

Both Genieva and Hale laughed.

“They’re never going to let me live this down, darling,” Kolby told her.

“I can’t wait to tell Harry,” Hale said. “Harry was betting you would have to jump Kolby’s bones first.”

“I’m not that slow,” Kolby said in defense of his manhood. “Aliya is pretty sexy when she wears one of my shirts.”

“You two won’t be doing the mattress mambo tonight, will you?” Genieva asked. “Marissa sleeps in the next room.”

“I’m taking my filly off to the cabin,” Kolby said. “I’m not stupid. Mama sleeps in the room right below me.”

“That place isn’t very romantic,” Genieva said.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Aliya said. “It does have its charm.”

Chapter Nine

“Aliya Marie Harris, do you take Kolby Louis Patterson to be your wedded husband, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?”

“I do,” Aliya said to the preacher a year to the day after she and Kolby started dating.

They stood in a field of wildflowers on the Patterson Ranch before friends and family. Her parents, sisters, and brothers had made the journey from New Orleans to share in their blessed moment. Although she would have preferred to have gotten married during the summer, Kolby wouldn’t hear of Marissa’s little brother being born out of wedlock. His mother didn’t go for it either. Kolby said it was bad enough that the entire community knew that they had jumped the gun. Aliya could care less about what the entire community thought of her. She had attacked Kolby six months ago when he came for a visit to her apartment looking uber-scrumptious in a black suit, black Stetson, and black boots. They never did make it out to dinner that night, nor did she give him a chance to take a rubber out of his wallet. She wanted him naked from head to feet with nothing in between.

The preacher repeated the vows for Kolby. Aliya faintly remembered him saying ‘I do’. It was kind of hard hearing the ceremony with the construction workers building their home just a few feet away. Aliya had found the blueprints for the house when she went out to the barn one day. Kolby wanted to draw up another set. Aliya wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted that house, and the quicker the better. She did get along with his mother now, but she’d learned from her grandmother a long time ago that a house couldn’t have two queens. It stuck with Aliya all this time.

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