Page 2 of Her Missing Cowboy (Silver Creek Ranch #10)

Two

Joaquin

“Oh, fuck! Quinny, give it to me,” Cassie called out.

“Shhhh, baby. You’re gonna get us caught,” Joaquin reminded her.

She was a Master Gunnery Seargent and had no business fraternizing with a civilian contractor like him.

None of that shit mattered to Joaquin Tanner, but Cassie could be in deep shit if anyone found out.

The last thing he wanted was to bring trouble her way.

But fuck, her pussy was so damn good, there was no resisting it.

“I don’t care if the entire chain of command hears, as long as you make me come on this big dick.”

When she talked dirty like that, something short circuited in his brain. He would give her anything she wanted. An orgasm was easy. She was always so receptive to his ministrations. His girl had a high sex drive and with those piercings on her nipples and clit, she was a walking time bomb.

“Baby, I’ll give you all the orgasms you can manage, just keep your voice down.”

This caused her to gush on his throbbing cock. The woman was making Joaquin fall in love and he didn’t even know it. Her body seized around his manhood, coming all over him. Her ability to stay upright failed. So much so that the contractor had to hold her weight to keep her from collapsing.

“Cassie, Cassie, Cassie. Baby you are killing me.”

He reached over to his phone and increased the volume of the music he had chosen for their romp.

Luther had been Cassie’s favorite artist, so it was a no brainer that he played his music nonstop when they were being intimate.

He preferred the musical stylings of Tim McGraw, but his songs didn’t get Cassie wet like Luther’s did.

Just as he was about to hit her with a series of long strokes, a loud noise roared through his head. What the hell? His alarm clock was lethal. He really needed to change the sound on that thing. It was too alarming for his taste.

“Fuuuuuuck!” he yelled out to no one in particular.

His outburst caused several heads to turn his way. It was 3:30 in the morning. Time for the cowboys on Silver Creek Ranch to rise and shine. They needed to get up and ready for another grueling day working the land and animals.

“Looks like Tanner had another one of his sexy dreams,” Rocky chimed from his bunk.

That’s what all the cowboys preferred to call Joaquin because they said his first name was too rock n roll. According to the men who worked the ranch, Tanner was more of a cowboy name.

“Dang, Tanner, you spent the night worshiping Cassie’s body again? At this point, we know that gal intimately,” Cody joined in.

The guys laughed loudly at the scowl on Juaquin’s face. He hated when they talked about his woman. Well, she wasn’t his anymore, but he was still claiming her. They knew it pissed him off. They also knew he wouldn’t say anything to them about it. He kept his emotions bottled up inside.

Looking down, Joaquin realized his massive erection was very evident as he attempted to make his way to the shower.

There was no privacy in the bunkhouse, so he had no way of alleviating the ache in his manhood.

Hopefully, the cold shower he was about to take would do the trick.

He shook his head because he knew the guys would be throwing jabs his way all day.

It happened every time he had one of his dreams about Cassie.

She plagued his dreams and his waking thoughts too.

What he wouldn’t give to see her again. But who was he fooling? There was no way Cassie would want a man with one good arm. That IED explosion left Joaquin with one and a half arms. At least his dominant arm was unscathed.

However, his left arm required months of recovery.

First it was the surgery to save his life.

Then they discovered there was too much damage to save his arm.

Then came the amputation. After that healed, he spent months in rehab learning how to use the robotic prosthetic that gave him hell.

After almost two years, he now had control of his new limb and thrived on the ranch with it.

His only physical issue was the phantom pain that he experienced every now and then. However, mentally, he still struggled with being self-conscious. In his mind, no woman wanted a man that was missing his original parts. Therefore, he swore off women.

That didn’t keep his subconscious from remembering Cassie and her sexy body. His body craved hers and his heart ached from being without her love. He refused to allow the fantasy of ever seeing Cassie again to rule his life. It was better if he forced himself to forget about her.

Nothing good could come of him being obsessed with her. Maybe he should take advantage of the social worker who visited the ranch. She had offered to sign him up for therapy sessions, but Joaquin didn’t trust anyone with his inner thoughts. They were for him to process, not some stranger.