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CHAPTER 5

Reba

Ten Years Ago

“Fuck, Reba, tell me we aren’t making a mistake.”

Johnny’s voice sent a chill through me as my legs wrapped around his waist and he hoisted me up against the wall of his trailer.

“Not a mistake,” I quickly said between kisses. His mouth crashed against mine in desperate need as I ignored my racing heart. This was happening. It was really happening.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he groaned as his hard cock pressed into me and all I could think was how badly I needed our jeans off.

It had been a shit show of a rodeo. No one in our circle placed, everyone lost money, so instead of celebrating, we all spent the night drinking our sorrows away. It was a mess. We were a mess, but it would be fine. These things happened. What didn’t happen was Johnny looking at me like he wanted to devour me. For years now we had traveled together with the team, worked the ranch together, and I spent most of that time pining after the friendly cowboy who seemed completely unattainable. He admired my work with horses, that was obvious, but the women he spent time with were more of the blonde-haired, big-boobed, buckle-bunny type. Not women like me.

Then tonight, something changed. Everyone left, and we were the only two remaining at the bar. He leaned over and it was done. The second his lips touched mine, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. When he pulled away, I thought for sure he would have a look of regret, but it was just the opposite. We stumbled out of the front of the bar and ran like two kids racing to a candy store back to the campgrounds. When I turned for my trailer, he grabbed me up and the next thing I knew, I was at his.

Johnny pulled me back from the wall and laid me down on the bed.

“Not a mistake,” I said to myself as he unbuttoned his shirt and it dropped to the floor. I bit my lower lip and nearly died when he dropped his jeans and I saw he had nothing on underneath. He was a specimen of utter perfection. Tan and toned, with a small sprinkling of hair on his chest. I took him in as he pumped his dick in his hand.

“I showed you mine. Now you show me yours.”

I sat up, untucking my disheveled shirt and pulling it over my head. He took in a quick breath as he stared at my black lace bra as if attempting to memorize what it looked like, or perhaps, what I looked like wearing it.

“Did you wear that for me?”

“No, for me. But if it makes you feel better to think it’s for you, then it is,” I said with a wink.

He pushed me back down on the bed and leaned over me, biting my right breast and pulling down the cup on the other. As he pinched and twisted my nipple, my hips pressed up into him. The pain and pleasure mixed in a way that always confused me. I loved a bit of both and somehow Johnny seemed to know.

“You like that, my Crazy Rider?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what else you like.”

My mind was a scrambled mess. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what I was feeling, so I reached between us and let my fingers graze over the soft skin covering his hard shaft.

“Very nice. Now tell me what you want me to do with it.”

“Fuck me, Johnny. Please.”

He stood back up and pulled me down the bed until he could reach the buttons of my jeans. In less time it took me to regret a thing, I was naked, staring up at him and he was getting to his knees on the side of the bed.

“I need to taste you. Come here.”

My body slid further toward him as he pulled my legs and placed them over his shoulders. The first lick was careful, tentative, and oh so fucking good.

“Don’t tease me, please, Johnny.”

“Oh, I intend to tease you, Reba. I will always tease you.”

His mouth closed over my most delicate place and he sucked at my clit with no abandon. My hips jerked, but he held me still. My mind raced as my body lost control. He shifted from sucking to licking and sucking again. Never long enough for me to chase my climax. Always changing, just before I could reach it.

“Fuck,” I moaned as his finger dipped inside me.

“You’re so tight.”

That’s when it hit me. He would know. Of course he would. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? If I bled, then there would be no denying it. But he was drunk and so was I. The fleeting thought of him denying me because I was a virgin came and went just as he finally held still, licking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. One wasn’t a problem; soon after he placed a second with the first and the sweet pain of it knocked me over my breaking point.

“I’m going to come,” I said, gritting my teeth as I started to lose control.

Johnny’s hands came up over me as his mouth continued its work. The soft caress of my breast and the constant feel of his tongue were too much. My pleasure raced through my body at a record speed. It was like nothing I had brought on for myself. This was otherworldly. I closed my eyes and saw stars as wave after wave of my climax crashed into me and threw me even deeper in love with a man I could never have.

As everything slowed, my body loosened and Johnny crawled up onto the bed, pulling me to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sighed in absolute contentment.

“Are you okay?” his voice cracked as he checked on me.

“I’m perfect. You?”

A deep chuckle erupted from his chest. “Yes. I’m very good.”

I pushed myself up, unsure what to do exactly, but knowing I wanted to do something for him. I straddled his thighs and reached for his cock between us. “Show me what you like.”

“I like you,” he said as he placed his hand around mine, “and I like this.”

The pressure he placed made me worried I’d hurt him I was squeezing him so tightly. He must have sensed my concern because when he looked up at me, he gave me a wink.

“You won’t hurt me. It’s good like this,” he said as I reveled in the feel of him within my grasp.

Not a mistake,” he said again and I nodded.

“You have a condom?”

“I do.”

He reached over into the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled one out. I ignored the jealousy that ran through me at the thought of other women in his bed. He went to hand it to me but I shook my head.

“You do it. Let me watch.”

He raised his eyebrows, taking me in, but did as I asked before reaching for me.

“Let me feel you.”

My heart skipped a beat at the idea of him wanting me, really wanting me, and not just being drunk. I shifted my stance and hovered over his hard cock as he held it for me to lower myself on. He was so thick I knew it would be painful, but I was ready. Fuck, I was so ready.

I pressed down just a bit, and the thick head of his cock entered me. I grit my teeth and his hand came up to the side of my face.

“Let me get lube. Hold on.”

He helped me back to where I started and I watched him again as he pulled a bottle from his drawer and coated himself with it. What I didn’t expect was for him to press some inside me as well before throwing it to the side and reaching for me.

“There, that should be better.”

He lined his cock up again with my opening, and I knew I had no choice but to push forward. I braced myself on his chest as his hands shifted to my hips and I pressed myself down into him, letting out a gasp of pain that I couldn’t keep to myself.

“Fuck, Reba. Are you okay?”

I nodded quickly, and he pulled me forward, his lips pressing into mine. I didn’t move, but instead let him take what he needed from me. I could taste myself on his lips and it made everything even better in a way I’d never be able to explain. My body relaxed, and I took a chance at shifting my hips slightly.

“That’s a good girl, just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

His words turned me to mush, and confidence ran through me. He had no idea I was lost and confused. His direction was to take what I wanted, so that’s what I‘d do. I shifted myself up just as his hands found my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I closed my eyes and focused on that sweet pain and his cock throbbing inside me as I moved again and again. Enjoying the hell out of my clit pressing into him and my center being filled in a way I had never felt before.

His grip on me got harder and his breathing turned erratic.

“Reba, if you don’t slow down, this is all going to come to a crashing halt before we even get started.” Something about the idea of him losing control because of me just egged me on further. I moved faster, giving in to the pleasure that now covered the pain. There was no pain, only good.

Right as my climax began to rise again, Johnny grabbed me around the waist and rolled us over, pressing me into the mattress with the weight of his body. He held my hands up above me as he thrust inside me so hard and deep it wasn’t even close to what I’d felt so far.

I cried out in pleasure. Losing control of everything that was happening terrified me, but for some reason I trusted him. I trusted this.

I wrapped my legs around him since they were the only parts of my body I could move. He looked down at me and I swear he saw things I didn’t even know were there. Then with no warning, my body crossed over into oblivion. My insides clenched as pleasure took over. Johnny still pumped in and out of me as I tried to close my eyes.

“Look at me, Reba. Let me watch you come.”

I opened them again, gazing up at him as his body shook. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chanted as we both crashed over into pure fucking ecstasy.

As the night went on, there wasn't a moment without us touching. It was everything I had wanted and dreamed of, but the next morning, it all came crashing down. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet when I heard him curse, my body tensing at the unwelcome sound of his voice.

“Fucking hell, I thought it was all a dream.”

His voice was quiet but loud enough that I heard him. I was lying in bed next to him after all. I sat up, clutching the sheet to my breasts, covering up as much of myself as I could. I had two choices, pretend like I had no idea what happened or run. I chose the latter. Pulling the sheet with me, I got out of the bed.

“Hell, Reba, give me a minute,” he yelled, pulling a pillow over his junk before his eyes went wide. That’s when I saw what he saw and I burned with embarrassment. “What the fuck did I do?”

Johnny ran his hand over his face as I took two steps back, nearly falling over his boots.

“Shit.”

“You were a virgin, Reba? How?”

I just shook my head as tears welled in my eyes. Damn it. I hated crying when I was mad, but here I was about to make even more of a fool of myself.

“Stop talking, Johnny, just shut up.” I bent down and threw his jeans at him while scooping up my clothes and running into the bathroom.

You know those moments in the movies where the girl runs and the guy chases after her? That’s not real. What is real is pulling your clothes on in a bathroom too small to do so while wiping away the tears of mortification that you just fucked your best friend only to find out he regretted every minute of it. I opened the door to the bathroom to find him still in bed, this time muttering to himself, and I heard the one word that sent me over the edge.

“Mistake.”

I didn’t bother saying goodbye. I just walked out of the room and let the door slam behind me as I ran from the best thing that ever happened to me. However, in that moment, it had spun into the worst thing that ever happened to me.