I Ran to My Best Friend's Alpha Father, and His Whole Council Kept Me novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Hay

In the hay barn Dessa rides Dub, who laughs through it, and wakes before dawn on the barn aisle in the clay-red feet she has always had.

Dub Rasco laughed with his whole body, and the loose hay jumped under his back.

"Darlin', I'm forty-nine years old," he said.

"I've got a hip held together with three steel pins and a bad attitude."

"I'll do the work," I said.

I was kneeling over him in the empty stall at the end of the hay barn, in the last red light of Saturday evening.

His shirt was open under my hands.

I had gone out there with a thermos of coffee and the idea of saying thank you.

I had stayed because he told me a joke about a bull and a Baptist, and I laughed until I cried.

Then I kissed him to make him stop.

Now he looked up at me with his red-gray mustache twitching and his blue eyes gone soft.

"Nobody ever kissed me to shut me up," he said.

"Plenty have wanted to."

"I'm not shutting you up," I said.

"I like it."

His chest was broad and freckled and gray-haired, and his belly was round and warm.

An old rope scar ran across his ribs, and a white seam of surgery ran down the outside of his left hip.

I put my mouth on the seam, and he stopped laughing.

"Honey," he said in a different voice.

"That's not pretty."

"It's yours," I said.

"I want all of it."

I opened his belt and his jeans while he watched me.

He was thick and heavy, blunt at the tip and already hard, with a dark flush up the shaft.

I wrapped my hand around him, and he sucked in air between his teeth.

"Oh, sweet Lord," Dub said.

"Oh, I am not going to make it."

"Yes, you are," I said.

I bent down and took him in my mouth.

He tasted like salt and clean sweat and hay, and he filled my mouth completely.

I worked my tongue over the head and sank down as far as I could, slowly, and drew back up.

His big hands came down into my hair and shook.

"Dessa," he said.

"Dessa, hold on, I want to say something, and I can't think of a single word."

I hummed around him.

He laughed, the belly laugh, helpless and loud.

It rolled out through the whole barn and set a horse nickering in the far stall.

Then the laugh broke off in the middle, and he groaned.

"Stop," he said.

"Stop now, or I'll be telling this story at the Cattlemen's dinner for the next ten years, and it won't be the good version."

I let him go with a wet sound and sat back on my heels.

"Then be good at it," I said.

I stood up and stepped out of my jeans and underwear.

I wore one of Jolene's old flannel shirts, and I left it on and hanging open.

He looked at me from the ground with his mouth open.

"Lord have mercy," he said.

"I've been a foreman twenty years, and nothing in the job description prepared me for this."

"Your turn," I said.

I knelt over his face with a knee on either side of his head, and I lowered myself onto his mouth.

His mustache brushed my inner thighs, soft and bristling at once.

He made a sound of pure joy against me.

Then he laughed, right there, with his mouth on my pussy, and the vibration of it shot straight up my spine.

"Dub," I gasped.

"Do that again."

He did it again on purpose.

He licked me broad and wet from front to back.

Then he sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue.

I grabbed the stall rail and rocked against his face.

His hands came up and held my ass, big and warm and rough, and pulled me down harder.

"More," I said.

"Dub, don't stop."

He did not stop.

He ate me with his whole mouth and no hurry at all.

I came on his mouth with my fingers wrapped white around the wood.

I cried out loud enough to make the horse in the far stall stamp.

I tried to lift off him then.

He caught my hips and held me where I was.

"Not yet, darlin'," he said into me.

"I've got twenty years of foreman's patience to spend."

He slid two thick fingers inside me, curled them against the front wall, and went back to my clit with his mouth.

I looked down, and his blue eyes were open, creased with laughing, and fixed on my face.

"Dub, I can't," I said.

"Sure you can," he said, and he did it harder.

The second one took me by surprise, a hard clench that bent me forward over the rail with my forehead on the wood.

I heard myself laugh and sob together.

He kept licking me gently until I shook and could finally lift off him.

He grinned up at me with his mustache wet and shining.

"Tastes good enough to preach about," he said.

"I couldn't tell you why."

I laughed so hard that I had to lean on his chest.

Then I straddled his hips.

He was a good deal wider than me, and my thighs had to spread.

I took him in my hand and held him against me, and I sank down onto him slowly.

He was not as long as Hoyt, but he was thick, and he stretched me hard.

I felt each inch.

We both stopped moving with a groan, and his hands closed on my hips.

"There you are," Dub said, hoarsely.

"There you are, darlin'."

"Don't move your hip," I said.

"I'll go easy on it."

"You go however you like," he said.

"I'll lie here and enjoy being run over."

I rolled my hips.

It was slow at first, a long forward and back, and the hay crackled under his shoulders.

His thumbs found the creases at the tops of my thighs and pressed there.

I put my palms flat on his chest and felt his heart pound.

"That's the prettiest thing I have ever seen in this barn," he said.

"And I've seen a champion Hereford calve."

I laughed, and the laugh went through me where he was buried, and he gasped.

"Do that again," he said.

I did it again.

Every time I laughed, he swore, and every time he swore, I laughed harder.

It was the best sex I had ever had in my life, and I was laughing, and I was wet and shaking and close.

I picked up my pace.

I rode him harder, with my hair falling around my face and the flannel sliding off one shoulder.

The hay dust glittered in the red light.

I leaned back and braced my hands on his knees, so that he could see.

He looked down to where we were joined, and his mouth fell open.

"Would you look at that," he said, in a hushed voice.

"I never in my life saw anything go in so pretty."

"Watch it, then," I said, and lifted until only the head of him stayed inside me, and slid down again, slowly.

He swore, long and sweet, and his hips came up off the hay to meet me.

"Dub," I said.

"Say it."

"Say what?" he asked.

"Tell me I'm good," I said.

"You're so good," he said, and his voice cracked.

"You're so damn good, Dessa. You're the best thing that ever walked into this barn."

I put a hand between my legs and rubbed myself in fast tight circles while he watched.

His eyes went to my fingers and stayed there.

"Oh, I like that," he said.

"Do it for me. Let me watch you."

I came with a shout, and my body clamped down on him.

He held my hips and thrust up to meet me, breathing hard.

The last shudder left me, and I fell forward on his chest.

"Hell," Dub said.

"Hell, I'm close."

"Then come," I said into his neck.

"Come in me. I want it."

He let go with a roar that did not have any laugh in it at all.

He drove up into me, once, twice, deep, and held there with his hands clamped on my hips.

I felt him pulse, thick and hot.

He kept saying my name, the whole time, in a rough low voice.

When it was over, he lay with his arms around me and his face turned up to the rafters.

He was crying.

It ran sideways into his hair, and he made no effort to hide it.

"Dub?" I said.

"I'm all right," he said.

"I'm just happy, darlin'."

"I never had anybody laugh with me, in a bed," he said.

"I had a couple that laughed at me."

I kissed his wet cheek.

"I'll laugh with you every time," I said.

He gave a shaky chuckle, and then the belly laugh came back, and I felt it all through my chest.

"Let me get you more comfortable," he said.

"My hip's not going to like this much longer."

He rolled us both onto our sides on the hay, with his big body curved around my back.

He pulled the old horse blanket from the stall rail and tucked it over us.

I felt him stir again against my bottom.

"Dub," I said.

"Already?"

"I'm forty-nine," he said, into my hair.

"But I'm a proud man, and it's been a long time between suppers."

"Show me, then," I said.

He lifted my top leg and hooked it over his, and I felt the thick head of him nudge at me from behind.

He slid in, easily, since I was soaked and slick with him already.

I shut my eyes.

It was a different angle from the first, and he filled me everywhere.

He moved in slow, shallow strokes, in no hurry at all, with his arm across my ribs and his mustache against my ear.

"That's it," he said, murmuring.

"There's a good girl. Nice and slow. We've got all night."

His free hand slid down my belly and found my clit.

He stroked it softly, lazily, in time with his hips.

I turned my head, and he kissed me over my shoulder, and it was the sweetest kiss I have ever had.

I came again like that, quietly, with a long soft shudder that rolled through me and took my breath.

He followed me a minute later with a low rough moan, spilling into me.

We lay curled together in the hay while the light went out of the barn.

"You staying here tonight?" he asked.

"I'm supposed to sleep in the bunkhouse," I said.

"The lock's mine."

"Then I'll walk you over and sit your porch," Dub said.

"There's a thing about the north pasture, and I sleep better with a shotgun."

He walked me across the yard in the dark with his arm around my shoulders.

I slept hard that night in the bunkhouse cot, with my hair smelling of hay.

I woke before dawn to cold concrete under my cheek.

I was in the barn aisle, a hundred yards from the bunkhouse, lying on my side between two stalls.

My feet were caked with red clay to the ankle again.

A canvas coat lay over me, big enough to be a tent, and it was not mine.

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