Apocalypse Cowboy

“Let me be the judge.”

“I was just thinking that you’re way better than my pocket rocket.”

Brody blanked for a second. When he grasped the joke, he laughed too, although he pretended to scowl when he responded. “I should hope so. I’ve got a hell of a lot more power than a pair of AA batteries.”

“Size too.” She grinned, grinding her pelvis against him.

“And stamina,” he said, thrusting back, pleased at her wide-eyed look when she felt him harden inside of her.

Burying himself in the sensual softness that was all Hannah’s, he made love to her again, more slowly. He left her on top, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, his eyes watching her as she tilted her head back and rode him like a cowgirl. Her hips rocked back and forth, the motion pushing him so deep.

He loved watching as she got closer and closer to her pleasure: her eyes closed, her small white teeth gnawing at her lip as she strived to stay in control. But Brody remembered how to make her lose it.

Letting his hand drift down to her curls, he found her clit and rubbed it even as she rode him. With whimpering cries, she ground herself against him, her moist flesh squeezing him tight. Moments before her orgasm hit, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Hannah,” he cried out, his cock jerking inside of her as he came, followed seconds later by her own scream as she found her pleasure.

She collapsed on him boneless, and he stroked the smooth skin of her back as she panted.

I’ll never leave you again, he thought, wishing he could tell her how he felt, but afraid words would ruin this most precious of moments. But he intended to show her as many times as it took.

* * * * *

Hannah ducked her head shyly when Brody handed her the clothing they’d frantically discarded. Her body ached pleasantly, sated for the first time since he’d left. She could see his eyes shining with love whenever she looked at him, and the urge to tell him she still loved him sat on the tip of her tongue. But once she did that, she’d be vulnerable to him again. She’d give him the power to hurt her. A stupid argument, since she knew how she felt, but voicing it aloud somehow seemed more risky.

If she wanted to be aloof when he decided the grass was greener elsewhere then she had to act like all she wanted was sex. Really good, heart-pounding sex.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

“About how hungry I am,” she said, suddenly realizing it was the truth.

“Then it’s a good thing I brought a picnic.” Brody whisked some fruit and biscuits along with some jam out of the saddlebags on his bike.

They ate in companionable silence and, when done, Brody tidied up while Hannah lounged dreading going back to the real world, and Beth. Beth who wants a man of her own. She is not going to be happy about Brody and I hooking up. Unless…

“Brody, what happened doesn’t change anything.”

She saw his hands still, and he didn’t turn to face her when he spoke. “I would have thought our making love changed several things.”

“I’ll admit, I enjoyed that and I’m not adverse to the idea of doing it again. But I’m not ready to be a couple just yet. And I definitely know that we can’t let Beth know about what happened, or we’ll have a serious meltdown on our hands.”

“You want to keep it from Beth for now, that’s fine. I have no problem with waiting to tell her. But you need to believe I’m not going anywhere, kitten. So you’d better get over this idea of yours that I’m going to leave.”

Hannah opened her mouth to retort but before she could, he turned to her, his eyes blazing. “Don’t even think of saying anything,” he said. He gripped her hard, pulling her to him, silencing her with a fierce kiss.

When he finally let her up for air, it was to say, “I love you, Hannah. I always have. I might have been stupid once, but I’ve changed. You’ll realize that eventually.”

Hannah stayed quiet as they packed up the bike for the ride back home. His declaration tumbled through her mind, and she found herself seesawing wildly, her heart and common sense in a full out war. Her introspect lasted through dinner. Brody kept shooting her glances which she ignored. Fred regarded her thoughtfully, but Beth chattered, oblivious to the storm brewing. She still hadn’t made up her mind on what to do when later that evening her bedroom door opened and his dark shadow slipped into her room then her bed.

She stopped thinking and allowed herself to just surrender when his hands and mouth set her on fire.

Chapter Seven

The next few days they snuck around like teenagers scared of being caught by Mom and Dad, although in their case it was the fear of being caught by temperamental Beth.

Every night Brody visited Hannah’s bed and, with his mouth swallowing her cries, pleasured her body. Even after several days of him sating her, Hannah still wanted more. Her plan to get pregnant so she’d have something to love when he left faded as he lavished her with attention. She began to believe that perhaps he spoke the truth about staying this time. He certainly seemed content with their simple life. She found herself softening to him and, despite her vow to the contrary, trusting him.

It ended up being a good thing else she might have misconstrued what she came across.

The sound of voices made her creep quietly along the side of the shed-more specifically, Beth and Brody. Hannah didn’t announce her presence, instead opting to listen. She refused to consider it spying, more like information gathering.

“If you’re looking for Hannah, I think she’s up at the house.” Brody’s deep voice sent a longing shiver down her spine.

“You’re the one I wanted to see,” replied Beth coyly. “It’s been so nice having a man around here even if Hannah doesn’t seem to appreciate it. I for one sure do. It must be lonely for a hot guy like you. I’d be more than happy to take care of that loneliness.”

Hannah’s gut twisted-rage at her sister for unknowingly hitting on Brody making her jealous beyond belief. But even in the midst of her anger there was hurt that her sister would hit on the one man, the only man Hannah had ever and still did love.

Maybe we should have told her the truth.

“Listen, Beth, you’re a nice girl but-” Brody’s words seemed to be abruptly cut off.

She couldn’t stop herself. She whipped around the corner of the shed and caught them kissing or, more accurately, Beth trying to kiss Brody. To his credit, Brody was shaking his head and attempting to push her gently away, but Beth kept trying to wrap herself around him.

Hannah gasped. Instantly Brody’s eyes met hers and filled with panic as he finally and firmly pushed Beth away, causing her to stumble.

“Bethany Anne Winters, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hannah's voice was low with shock. She knew who the guilty party here was. It’s my fault for letting Beth think Brody and I weren’t involved.

Beth turned around and brazenly smirked at her. “Just because you don’t want him doesn’t mean I don’t. I have no intention of being an old maid like you. I want a family, and I want to get out of here. Brody can take me.”

“I’m sorry, Beth. You’re a nice girl, but you’re like a little sister to me. I love Hannah still, and I haven’t given up hope that she’ll return that love.”

His words turned Beth back into the young girl she was. “But she hates you,” said Beth petulantly.

“I’m hoping to change her mind about that.”

Beth’s eyes filled with tears, but her words were scathing. “I hate it here. And I hate you!” she screamed, running back to the house.

Brody shrugged and Hannah, biting her lip, followed her sister. They needed to clear the air.

She caught up to Beth at the house. “I think we need to talk,” she said to Beth’s rigid back.