Chapter Nineteen
Tuesday, a couple of weeks later …
Jake leaned on the fence as he stared out across the horses in the corral. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Clint Gilroy’s footsteps approaching him from behind. Clint clamped his hand down on Jake's shoulder, which startled him back to reality.
“Jesus, Clint. Scare an old man, why don't ya?”
“You were gathering enough wool to make a sweater, my friend. What in the hell is up with you? You still like working here?”
“Yeah, of course I do! Sorry, though. I am a bit distracted, sure enough.”
“What‘s goin’ on? You sick or somethin’?”
Jake looked down at the ground, trying to decide how to tell him. He figured he might as well spill his guts to his oldest friend. “Naw, I ain’t sick or nothin’. I just … you ever feel like you missed somethin’, like you made the wrong move and you don’t even know how much of a mistake it was because every day it gets worse and worse?”
Clint looked at his friend with a critical eye. “No, not really. I got my woman and I got my ranch, everything else is gravy. What’s on your mind, friend?”
Jake sighed and collected his thoughts. “You remember Jamie, from a couple weeks ago?”
“Ha!” Clint chuckled. “You mean the redhead? Gorgeous? Body to die for? No, I don't remember her at all.”
Jake smiled and shook his head. “Yeah, I don't remember her either. Sometimes I can go an entire minute without thinkin’ about her.”
“Maybe you just need to go to town, dip your wick in some friendly gal. I know there's that doctor and a few others that would happily take you in.”
“Hmph,” Jake grunted. “It’s … more than just havin’ someone to bone, know what I mean?”
“You in love with her, Jake?”
“I thought I was in love a few times before in my life. But it was nothin’ compared to this. This, this is real. I'm not bullshittin’ around.”
“Where is she, in L.A.?”
“Well, technically Orange County, just south of L.A.”
“But it's a long way.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Not a lot of ranchin’ jobs down there.”
“Nope, nothin’ at all.”
“So … you ain’t goin’ down there … and she ain’t comin’ up here?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
Clint seemed to study a particular horse for a long time before he spoke again. “Well, tell you what, Hoss. I'm gonna set you up with a massage here at the spa. That’ll loosen you up, take your mind off things.”
“I don't think that will really do much–”
“Nonsense. I'll check your schedule and set it up tomorrow. You got your cell phone with you?”
Jake patted his shirt pocket. “It's even turned on if you can believe it.”
“Alrighty, then. Watch for a text soon, I’ll set up something for tomorrow. We've got a new spa girl who I think will be perfect for you.”
- - - - -
Jake let out a low, deep groan. “God, that feels really good, Ma’am.”
She poured another large amount of lavender-scented oil onto his back and rubbed it into his skin with her strong, skilled hands. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, honey,” she sensually cooed. “But I’ve told you already to call me Nancy.”
Jake was lying on his stomach with a small towel draped over his ass on a large massage table in the Wellness Center with a small lovely 22-year-old Asian coed sitting on his back. She’d already removed her little Kimono robe, and Jake felt the heat radiating from her vagina through her little black thong. “That’s right. I’m sorry Ma– I mean … Nancy.”
She giggled. “It’s okay, sweetie.” She grabbed the bottle of oil, poured a generous amount over her breasts, slid down his body, and then pushed her round globes into his back. Jake hadn’t been with many Asian women, and the ones he’d shared an evening with had smaller breasts. However, Nancy had full natural C-cups and she obviously knew how to use them. Jamie had been on his mind all morning, but he had to admit this was a nice distraction. Maybe Clint was right after all.
“So, what are you … ummm … studying at Boise State?” he asked. He could feel her hard nipples press into his back, and it felt like his mind was slipping in and out of consciousness.
She gently licked and kissed his neck, took his earlobe into her mouth, and seductively sucked on it. “Computers, Data Science, that kinda thing; but I love giving massages, and it’s putting me through school.”
“Well … you’re … you know … pretty good at it,” he whispered. He wondered what the hell Data Science was, but he didn’t ponder that very long.
“Aww … thank you, sweetie, but you're so tense, maybe I can help loosen you up a little.”
“Ummm … sure … Nancy,” he groaned through little sips of breath.
“Mind if we get rid of the towel?”
“Sure.”
She acrobatically slid around to face away from him. He loved that she was able to keep her body in contact with his during the process. She removed the little white towel, exposing his ass. She then drizzled oil all over it and began kneading it into his muscled flesh. “That feels really good,” he groaned in pleasure.
“Even your ass is tight,” she purred. “I think you need to see me a little more often.”
“Yeah … ummm … maybe I do,” he murmured.
She scooted up so that she was perched on his upper back and shoulders as she worked his glutes. She surprised him when she lay down on top of him, pressing her breasts into the small of his back. The heat radiating off her pussy was intense, and he mused that it might burn the flesh right below the back of his neck. Is it the oil, or is this little girl wet? he wondered. He tensed when her fingers moved into the crack of his ass. Her fingers lightly grazed over his asshole, tickling him in such a naughty way. It was a very unexpected move but far from unwelcome.
She giggled. “Your muscles aren’t the only thing that looks tight back here,” she said playfully. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. He’d received many massages over the years to work the kinks out of his muscles after countless hours of manual labor, but none of them had ever gone down like this. “I don’t want to do anything that you’d be uncomfortable with, Cowboy,” she whispered.
He wasn’t exactly sure where she was going with this, but he was starting to get a good idea. “Keep going, little Miss,” he groaned.
She chuckled. “Okay.” She poured another generous amount of oil into the crack of his ass and then rubbed the tip of her finger over his tight, puckered little hole. Slowly she began to work the oil inside him, and he let out a low guttural groan. “Still okay with this, Jake?” she whispered.
It felt like his head was up somewhere in the clouds, and he had to concentrate to be able to respond to her. “More,” was all he could manage to say.
She continued to ease her finger in and out of his asshole and then buried it and began rubbing his prostate gland. His erection felt like it might drill a hole through the massage table. With her free hand, she managed to remove her thong and she ground her vagina along the sensitive skin of his back. Okay, that ain’t oil, he mused. This little filly is wet. She kept rubbing his prostate with the tip of her finger, and without touching his cock, she’d taken him right to the edge. “Nancy, I’m about two seconds from making a mess on your table,” he groaned.
She giggled. “Well, we don’t want that, do we, Jake?” she said playfully. She eased her finger out of his ass and then slid off of him to a standing position next to the table. “How about you turn over so I can work on the front now.”
“Sure thing, Jam–” he caught himself just in time. “Sure thing, Nancy.” When he flipped over onto his back for the first time that morning, his large erection came into her view, and her eyes widened.
“Damn, Cowboy,” she said lustfully, openly staring at his oversized equipment. “That’s quite a pistol you’re packin’ there.”
He grinned. “I’m glad it gets your approval.”
“Let me make you more comfortable,” Nancy whispered as she bent down and pulled out a firm pillow from under the table and tucked it under his head. “You might want to watch this,” she said with a devilish smile.
“Thanks, lil’ darlin’.” Jake immediately felt a pang of guilt, like he was somehow cheating on Jamie. But he was lost in the moment, and it passed quickly.
She poured oil onto his stomach and then dribbled a large amount on his cock. She spent the next minute or so rubbing it into his chest and stomach until it felt like every nerve-ending in his body was on fire. He was almost painfully erect and pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of his cock. She took his hand in hers and guided it between her open legs, and she let out a deep moan when he pushed a finger inside her sodden pussy. Yeah, I was right, he thought. She took the bottle of oil in her hand, poured it over her breasts, leaned over his mid-section, and placed them around his cock. He worked a second finger inside her and began moving them in and out while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“Yeah, just like that, Jake, nice and deep,” she murmured.
His hips were bucking off the table as he fucked her breasts, trying to get more friction so he could release two weeks of tension. But Nancy wasn’t helping him; she was busy on her own orgasmic journey. She jerked her head back and her body shook violently as her orgasm washed through her. When she began to come back down, Jake eased his fingers out of her, and she laid her head on his chest while struggling to catch her breath. When she looked up, her eyes met his, and she leaned in and they shared a deep, sensual kiss. While their tongues delicately danced inside of each other’s mouths, Jake was feeling even more conflicted than he was before; he loved what Nancy was doing, but he wished it was Jamie.
She eventually broke the kiss. “Your boss paid for the premium package, but I think I’m going to need a little more than that,” she cooed. “On the house, of course.”
Jake smiled a big Cheshire cat smile. “Whaddya got in mind, little lady?”
She climbed up on the table and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. She leaned in, pushing her breasts against his muscled chest, and they shared another hot little kiss. Jake placed his hands on her firm, tight ass as she righted herself. She slid back until the head of his cock rested against the lips of her vagina. “I can … you know … put on a condom if you want me to.”
She giggled. “That big thing is too perfect to make you wrap up,” she said lustfully. “I need to feel you, all of you.”
He grinned. “Okay.”
She reached behind and grabbed his cock at the base and ran the head up and down the lips of her vagina, coating it in her juices. She placed it at her opening and eased him inside of her. “Jesus, that’s big,” she moaned. The muscles in her pussy gripped him like a vice, and immediately, he thought of Jamie because she’d felt the same way the first time they’d made love. I have a beautiful naked 22-year-old Asian coed riding me, and I’m barely enjoying it because I can’t get the woman I love out of my head.
Nancy’s hand moved down between her legs and she began rubbing her clit as she sank lower onto him. Jake knew how big he was, and he was letting her set the pace. Methodically, she moved lower, taking deep gasps of breath along the way, until their bodies finally rested together. “Give me a moment,” she whimpered. “I’ve never had one this big before.” A full minute passed while he let her adjust to what she thought felt like a tree trunk inside of her. Then she looked down, and their eyes met. “Okay, big boy, let’s do this,” she said gamely.
She moved her hips up and then sank back down on him, which nearly took her breath away. When he looked between his legs, the lips of her pussy were stretched widely around his thick girth. After a few deep plunges, her body relaxed. He placed his hands on her ass and helped her move up and down on top of him. Her brown nipples looked painfully erect, and her sweat was now dripping onto his body. Her long dark hair whipped around her beautiful face as she bounced on top of him with reckless abandon. “Oh … Jesus … fuck … fuck,” she hissed in blissful delight. Her body began flailing like a rag-doll on top of him as her orgasms hit one after the other, each more intense than the last. Jake had always had good control, but the spasming muscles in her vagina were milking him and bringing him closer to release.
“I’m there … I’m there,” he groaned.
She closed her eyes tight, and it was as if her brain could no longer control her body. Somehow, she managed to whimper, “Inside me, I want to feel you squirt deep inside me.”
He pulled her hips down one last time and shot thick torrents of semen deep inside her womb. The final aftershocks of her orgasm were still rolling through her as she collapsed on top of him, both of them struggling to regain control of their breathing. She sensually kissed his face. “You ever make it down to Boise?” she whispered.
“Beautiful country, but it’s been a while.”
She smiled. “No matter, I’m scheduling you for another massage next week, I’ll get the rest of those kinks worked out then. This is going to be one fun summer, Cowboy.”
Jake looked away from her lustful stare. Like I don’t feel guilty enough already. He nodded, unable to tell her that, even though he’d had fun, this was probably going to be a one-time rodeo. Has Jamie ruined me for every other woman on the planet? I think she has.
- - - - -
Balloons, Jake mused. I’m driving three fuckin’ hours for goddamned balloons. The Stinson wedding was at five, so he still had plenty of time, but guests at the ranch didn’t realize there weren’t Walmarts up here every ten miles. Jimmy normally did these kinds of chores, but he was busy shoveling shit, so Jake decided to let him build his character; Jake took the ride to the store.
He was halfway back to the ranch, and he’d stopped in a small town to fuel up the truck when his phone buzzed. He half-hoped it would be Jamie, but when he pulled out his phone, he saw it was a call from Myron Bolitar, his agent.
“Howdy, Myron. Long time, thought maybe you forgot about me.”
“Never, my friend. Are you sitting down?”
“I’m leaning against a truck getting some gas, so kinda. What’s goin’ on?”
“Okay, listen. Warner Brothers is reviving Montana Skies for Netflix. And they want you to reprise your role. You’ll be the wise old grandpa. Not the lead, they’re looking at lots of actors for that, but you’ll be third or fourth billing. They want to see you as soon as you can. Run some lines over Zoom, ya know?” Jake watched the dollars rack up on the pump as he took a deep breath and attempted to collect his thoughts. “You there, Jake?”
“Yeah … I’m just … not sure what to say.” He thought for a moment. “Do I … you know … do I have a real shot at this?”
“Damn right you do, you’re basically a shoe-in, but they want to see that you can still act. If you don’t fuck it up, it’s yours. They aren’t even looking at anyone else.”
“What about Sam Elliot? He always gets these roles.”
“Jake, everyone is super excited about having you on board, keeping the continuity, you know? They haven’t even considered Sam.”
Jake kicked the dirt at his feet, pondering all this information. He knew the business, knew that things turned on a dime, and changes could be made at a moment’s notice.
“So, what’s the timeline? And … what kinda money are we talkin’ about?”
“The project already has been green-lit, they want to start shooting in the fall, October, there in Montana. They mentioned 50k per episode, but I can get another ten or fifteen, I’m sure. They’re talking ten episodes, minimum of two seasons and hopefully more, but that will depend on the ratings. Tell me you’re in, this is it! You’re going to be a star again!”
Jake wasn’t sure how to take all this. He’d worked and hoped for a break like this for so long that he didn't quite believe it when it arrived. Half a million dollars… and that’s just the first year. There could be more seasons.
“Okay, so yeah, I’m interested. What’s next, then?”
“Can you do a Zoom tomorrow at 10?”
“Yeah, I’ll squeeze it in.”
“Great. I told them you’re working a real ranch so you will be in work clothes, they loved it. They can’t wait. Then, assuming you make the grade, they’ll want a few days of meetings with you down here, but it sounds like that’s just a formality.”
Jake couldn’t believe what he heard. Down here, that’s what Myron said. That means LA. That means Jamie is only ninety minutes away for a few days.
“Jake?”
“Yeah, sorry. So when are these meetings?”
“We’re nailing it down as we speak. But I will have a full itinerary for you in a day or two. First class airfare, hotel, all meals, everything is picked up by Warner. I’ll send you an email with the Zoom info, okay?”
“Let’s do it!” Jake said without any hesitation, and the men said their goodbyes and disconnected. He looked at his watch. They had the wedding that evening, then the country dancing … fuck! He decided to text Jamie after all that and see when they could speak on the phone.
Jake was so excited about seeing Jamie again and the part in his old series, which would revitalize his acting career, that he didn’t notice his turn signal flashing for the entire trip back to the ranch.
Chapter Twenty
Jamie locked the front door to the Leadon Brothers jewelry store in Fashion Island, a prestigious outdoor shopping mall in Newport Beach, California. It had been a good day, over a hundred thousand in sales. Bernie, the co-owner, helped Jamie put all the jewelry trays in the big safe for the night.
“Did you hear about Mary Ann?” he asked as he closed the safe.
“Ummm … just some rumors, but I wasn’t here yesterday. Is she gone?”
“She’s been stealing for about a month now. We finally caught her on camera. Let's go back to the office, okay?” Bernie led the way to his office in the back. “And yes, Mary Ann is gone. We have given her thirty days to return the items or pay us their cost. If she wasn’t a friend of the family we would have thrown the book at her. But that’s how it goes. Have a seat?” He gestured to the guest chair in front of his desk and they both sat down.
“You’re our top salesperson, so I hate to do this, but you’re also our most senior employee. I’m offering Mary Ann’s Manager position to you. The salary is about fifteen thousand more than you’re making now, and you’ll also get a percentage of the entire store, so you should make more than twice what you’re earning now, maybe two-and-a-half times. I know this is happening very fast, but will you take the position, Jamie?”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “I … would be delighted to accept this promotion!” Jamie beamed as she spoke. Twice as much money! I could get a car that wasn’t in the shop all the time. Some clothes, buy another week at the Bar G ranch …
“Excellent. You can start tomorrow, then. This is going to be great, you're really helping me out here.”
“Not a problem at all, Bernie. I won’t let you down. I also want to figure out how Mary Ann stole so we can plug that hole and keep it from happening again.”
Bernie grinned broadly. “Fantastic, yes. I would rather we didn’t have a theft problem,” he said with a chuckle. “So, bright and early, then, tomorrow?”
“You bet!” she responded, and then Bernie let her out of the building.
When Jamie sat in her car, her first impulse was to text Jake and tell him the great news. But when it came time to type … she couldn’t do it. You’re not with him, she reminded herself. Focus on your real life, not your fantasy life. She looked at their short text history, remembering how her heart fluttered when he checked in to see if her plane landed safely, and she also remembered the pain when he stopped texting and hadn’t made any contact since.
He has his own life too, and he’s not that into you, her subconscious repeated for what felt like the millionth time. Shut up, she begged, to no avail.
- - - - -
“Hey, I’m home!” Jamie called as she entered the apartment with two full grocery bags. She set them on the table and waited for a response from Chad, but all she heard were monster noises and swords clanging from a video game he was playing. She stuck her head into the family room, where she couldn’t be ignored.
“Chad? I’ve got groceries, a little help here?”
“Yeah, baby, but I need, like, five minutes, okay? I promise I’ll be right there.”
Jamie went to the kitchen and began putting her items away. She was a little pissed, but she would give him the five minutes. After her return from the ranch a couple weeks ago, she had a Come to Jesus talk with Chad in which she laid down some new rules. It took a while, but he finally realized she was serious, and he agreed to try to change some of his ways. And it hadn’t gone too badly, either.
She looked at the clock; six minutes had gone by, and the gaming noises stopped!
“Hey, hon,” he said and gave her a little squeeze before grabbing the potatoes from the bag. “How was your day?”
How was your day? Such a simple phrase, and yet hearing it made her happy. At least now he was thoughtful enough to ask, which was a pleasant change. “Not too bad … I got a promotion.”
“Did you get a raise, too? I hope so, ’cause that’s how they get ya. Those fuckers tease you with promotions but don’t hand out any more dough and you’re just supposed to take it? I don’t think so! Maybe I need to go down there and–”
“Chad! Whoa, easy there. I got a raise, too. Look at these steaks!” She handed him the paper-wrapped package from the meat department.
“Ribeyes! Damn, girl! Look at you go! And, holy shit! Maker’s Mark?” He held up the bottle, examining the whiskey like it was a long-lost artifact.
“I got bitters, too, and an orange. You're going to make us some old-fashioneds.”
During dinner, she really tried to be interested in his new game, Elden Ring. Her thoughts wandered many times, as she wasn't very interested in gaming, but at least they were talking and not eating in silence, another pleasant change. Then, in a stunning turn of events, Chad cleaned the table of all the dishes. Jamie waited patiently as he clumsily washed each dish, never having done it before, but she dried them and praised his efforts.
The two shots of whiskey that Chad had poured into each of their cocktails began taking effect during dinner and hit Jamie full-steam during clean-up. As Chad rinsed the sink she quietly unbuttoned her blouse and draped it over the nearby dining chair, quickly followed by her bra. Still in her work heels and skirt, she hugged Chad from behind, her bare breasts pressing into his back.
“Mmm, nice. But my hands are all wet, babe,” he said.
She handed him her dish towel and he dried off his hands, then turned around. Seductively, she lifted the hem of her black skirt.
“Holy shit!” His voice pitched much higher than usual as he took in her sexy red lace thong. “When did you get that?” he said huskily.
She giggled. “This old thing? You like it?” she whispered sexily.
“As opposed to the granny-panties you normally wear? I love it.” She kept her eyes on his and lowered the sexy little thong down her long alabaster thighs. The lips of her vagina were already wet and engorged. “And I’m loving the no-hair thing, too.”
She teased her nipples until they hardened between her fingers. Then she ran her hands over her flat stomach while opening her legs. She ran a single finger through her slit until her body tingled. “I’m glad you like it.”
His eyes hungrily traveled over her body. “I don't know what happened, but ever since you came home from that stupid ranch, you’ve been on fire!”
Jamie tried not to dwell on the reasons for her recently heightened libido and instead tried to focus on her fiancé. It sort of worked as they kissed deeply and she felt his growing response. His hands came up and roughly squeezed her breasts. Ouch! she thought. Settle down, boy … that's better … okay, that's feeling nice now.
“Want to make some love?” she asked.
“Ummm … let me check my schedule.” Jamie playfully smacked him on his arm. “I'm free! Whaddya know!” And they headed to the bedroom.
After he undressed, he slid into the middle of the bed. Jamie took his half-hard cock in her mouth and sucked him to full hardness. She easily took his entire length as she bobbed up and down, her pussy tingling as he got closer. Chad held her head and fucked her mouth like it was her pussy, something they’d never done before the ranch trip.
Just before he came, though, she backed off and climbed up to kiss him. Chad was somewhat disappointed at not being able to finish in her mouth, but he’d learned that good things were still to come so he went along with it.
“Touch me?” she whimpered and lay back as his fingers slipped inside her wet pussy. He alternated between kissing her mouth and her breast as he touched her pussy like she’d shown him … but it wasn't working.
He’s doing fine, she thought, so much better than before. But I can't get there because he's not … he's not … Jake. She mentally pictured the photographs she’d taken of him, of Jake standing naked with a glass of wine, his massive cock at attention and his handsome dimpled smile. Yes, Jake. Yes … take me … ravage me … love me … as I love you … Jake … Jake …
She kissed Chad hard so she wouldn't scream out Jake's name as her orgasm hit her. Once she began to calm down, Chad climbed on top of her and sank his cock as deep as it would go.
Concentrating intensely, she encouraged him. “Yes, Chad. Fuck me, baby, fuck me good.” And he pounded her hard as her legs wrapped around him. His pelvis ground into her clit just right … but again, she just wasn't getting there. She really wanted to come to show she was a good fianceé to Chad and to prove to herself that Jake was just a fling. But it wasn't happening.
Jake … Daddy … I love how you loved me … I need you, Daddy … need you so bad … there we go … yes, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!
Chad moaned and grunted as he pounded his cock inside her repeatedly. “Where … where do you want it?” he said between deep, labored breaths.
“Anywhere, I just need about … thirty seconds.”
Chad pulled out almost immediately and clambered up her body so he could come in her mouth. Jamie rubbed her clit frantically as she envisioned her lover. Come in my mouth, Jake. Give it all to me, come in my mouth, and I will swallow all of you.
As Chad’s hot semen began filling her mouth, she swallowed and her own orgasm began, rippling intensely through her body. She attempted to forget the fact that the genesis of her release was due to her fantasizing about Jake and her fingers and not Chad’s cock.
“You're the best, Jamie. You've really gotten good at sucking cock.” He kissed her forehead and flopped down on his side of the bed, facing the wall. His breathing became even and then heavy as he fell asleep quickly.
Jamie reached for her phone and leaned against her pillows. Her pussy still tingling, she opened up her Google Drive and touched the Jake folder, hidden beneath another folder labeled Cute Cats.
There you are, handsome. Her left hand drifted to her pussy as she admired his photos. You would never fuck me and then just roll over, would you, Jake? No, of course not. She stopped scrolling when she came to the first naked photo of him, where he was fussing about posing but still doing it. Her eyes welled up as she lay alone in the dark, next to Chad. It's you, Jake. It will always be you. I wish you loved me. I wish you would text me.
Her phone buzzed in her hand, startling her. The little banner read: Text Message from Jake.
Nearly dropping her phone, she quickly touched the screen to read his message: Can I call you tomorrow sometime? I have some news
She quickly tapped in: Yes of course! Call anytime between 8 and 6. I can't wait to talk to you, Jake.
An interminable amount of time passed before she saw the three little blinking dots indicating he was writing something to her. Finally, his message arrived: Great I can't wait to talk to you too. I miss you
Jamie typed I miss you so much then paused for a few moments… and added three heart emojis before pushing send.
Five long minutes passed before she got another text from him: it took me this long to figure out where those little heart pictures are. Now that I have, here's a lot. Talk to you tomorrow.
Jamie’s heart swelled as she began to count all the hearts in his message. She lost track at 37, and there were several more rows of them.
Chapter Twenty-One
“You’re in an awfully good mood this morning,” Chad noted as he ate his full breakfast.
“Must have been the love-making last night,” Jamie offered. It was all she could think of; she couldn’t tell him she was excited about talking to Jake.
“It was great, wasn’t it! Let’s do more of that. Pass me some of that jelly shit.” It’s orange marmalade, she said to herself. It’s not that hard to say. “Hey, I invited Nikki and Dale over for dinner on Saturday. Maybe you can whip up something nice for them.”
“Sure,” Jamie said sweetly, masking her annoyance. Nikki was pretty much her best friend, and Dale was alright, but what annoyed her was that Chad had just invited them without consulting her first. “Hey, I’ve gotta head in early, you know? New responsibilities and all that.” She reached for her purse and stood up to leave.
“Yeah, sure thing, babe. It’s such great timing, you getting that promotion, seeing as how I quit my job yesterday.”
Jamie stopped dead in her tracks. Quit your job … or got fired? “You quit? You think that’s a good idea?”
“Well, times have been tough and they hired a new sales guy.”
She looked at him sternly. They hired a new sales guy because you haven’t met your quota for the last six months.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get something else, something better. You know I can talk my way into anything, right, babe?”
Jamie said something that she wouldn’t have three weeks ago. “Maybe you could talk your way into a normal job?”
Chad glared at her for the snarky comment. “You know I can’t do that nine-to-five shit, that’s for suckers. The real money is in sales. That’s my expertise.”
Jamie wanted more than anything to be talking to Jake instead of this … man. “Well, get looking. I’ve gotta run.” She left without kissing or hugging Chad.
As soon as she’d started her car, she called Jake on her cell phone. He picked up on the third ring.
“Hello, Jamie.” His deep, melodious voice thrilled her to her core.
“Hi, Jake,” she answered quietly. Why am I suddenly tongue-tied?
“You doin' okay down there?”
No, I am most definitely not! “Sure, I guess. How about you?”
He gave a small chuckle. “Probably about the same as you.”
“Really, Jake? Because … I … I'm not … you said you had news?”
“Well, that was a smooth subject change! So listen …” Jake went on to describe the revival of Montana Skies and all that that entailed. “... and all of this means I will be down in Hollywood for I think four nights.”
“I'm coming to see you,” Jamie blurted out.
“I was hoping you would, honey, but I don't know when it is yet.”
“I don't care, Jake, I …” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she choked back her sobs. “I can't …” She sniffed. “I can't live like this. I just can't … live without you.”
“Honey.” Jake's voice also cracked. He tried again, speaking deliberately. “There's a hole in my life. You put it there; only you can fill it.”
“Daddy,” Jamie whispered.
“Babygirl.”
“There's so much I need to tell you.”
“I have a lot to say to you also. But let's save it for when you come see me. Assuming this show works out, it can … change everything for us.”
“I like hearing that, Jake. Us. I need us to be Us.”
“We will be, I promise you.”
“You can't lie; remember the Cowboy Code?”
“I'm not lying. I can't live without you either, and I won’t.”
- - - - -
Later that afternoon, Jamie turned the key to her apartment and stepped inside. She was rather surprised to find her best friend, Nikki, sitting on the couch in her living room, completely naked with her legs spread open.
“Hello, friend,” Jamie said sarcastically. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until Saturday night. Looks like you forgot your clothes today?”
“Ummm,” was all Nikki could muster. She immediately closed her legs and made a hand-bra in an attempt to cover her breasts. Then Chad walked into the living room, also naked, holding a can of whipped cream.
“Okay, baby, I read about this in Penthouse Forum. Get ready for some fun!” he said, his voice booming throughout the living room. When he saw Jamie standing at the front door, the can of whipped cream hit the floor. The look of guilt mixed with terror in his eyes was quite evident.
“Jamie … ummm … what are you doing home?”
“There was a high-speed chase that ended with the car taking out a transformer near the mall and knocked out all the power, so we all went home early.” All three of them looked at each other for several awkward moments until Jamie finally broke the silence. “Looks like I caught both of you at a bad time.”
“Jamie, let's talk about this. It isn't what it seems.”
“Not what it seems?” She looked at Nikki. “How long have you been fucking my fiancé?”
She looked down sheepishly. “For the last three months.”
“Once a week?”
“Yes … well … sometimes twice.”
“I see.” She looked over at Chad. “Now seems like a good time to start packing your shit.”
“Baby, listen, I was just doing some sport fucking, she means nothing to me, honest. We can work this out.” Now two women glared icily at him, not just one.
“We’re way past that.” Chad almost seems genuinely concerned, Jamie thought. “You don't even own a suitcase, do you?” She thought for a moment. “I’ve got a box of those big green hefty bags. You’re gonna start filling them, now!”
“Jamie,” Nikki interrupted, “I'm really sorry. Are you… I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Dale about me and this … asshole.”
Jamie laughed. “You think I care about your husband, or you, for that matter?” Nikki looked very scared. “Okay, no, I won't tell anyone. You can go… unless you want to help pencil-dick, here, pack.”
Nikki stood up and quickly scurried towards the bedroom, but she laughed out loud when Chad said, “What about my inheritance? Don't you want to share in that?”
Nikki turned and faced them. “You’re still lying to her about all of this money you’re getting from your parents?” she sneered.
Jamie's jaw dropped. “You weren’t being truthful about that either?” There was a long pause as Chad’s eyes seemed glued to the floor. I knew he was lying about that! She waited a few moments, then said, “It figures. Your silence is deafening. Time to go.”
“Jamie, come on!” Chad whined. “You can’t kick me out, I’ve got nowhere else to go! Jamie, my love, let’s talk about this!”
“Talk about what? Everything about you is false. You’re thirty-two with no job, no money, a shitty car that’s even older than mine, no degree, and no skills. You suck in bed, and you’ve certainly got no inheritance. What exactly are you bringing to the relationship? Let me tell you what … absolutely nothing.”
Chad sputtered a few times, trying to think of something to say, but nothing really happened. Finally, he managed to find his tongue. “You’re nothing but a mousy little bitch, you always have been, and that’s all you’ll ever be. You’re lucky I stayed with you this long!”
She glared at him. “No, I was in love, stupid, and was settling for much less than I’m entitled to.” She paused for a moment in reflection. “I’m glad you showed me what you really are before I wasted any more of my life trying to make this work; thank you for that.”
“You don’t know who you’re messing with, chubby little bitch. I’ll get even with you, I swear it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just get your shit together and then get the fuck out of my home. I’m calling a locksmith.”
- - - - -
Chad actually cried as they piled his bags outside his door. She locked the door with her new key and walked happily away from him. She went to a quaint little restaurant on the beach and ordered dinner and a drink. Before her meal arrived, she called Jake and told him everything that had transpired that afternoon between her and Chad.
“He was really cheating on you? God, baby, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s all for the best, it just really helped me put my priorities in order. Plus, we can be together … if you … you know … still want that.”
“Of course I want that. With this new acting job, I’ll have money and I can take care of you now.”
“I don’t care about that … the money … any of it. All I want is you,” she whispered into her phone.
“I’ll be in LA the following Sunday for four days. I’ll have a lot of meetings during the day, but Sunday and the evenings will be ours.”
It felt like her heart skipped a beat. “The Zoom thing went okay, then?”
“They loved me and they told me I was born for this part.”
“I’m so happy for you, Daddy. It’s what you’ve always wanted, right?”
“I’ll really miss working on the Ranch, but I’ll be filming there so maybe I can … you know … still help Clint out a little when I’m not shooting.”
Her heart soared. Everything is working out just like I dreamt it would. “Maybe I can get some time off of work and go to Montana to see you,” she said hopefully.
There was a little pause. She could tell Jake was trying to figure out what to say next. “No, baby, that’s not good enough. My life is nothing without you in it. I need you here with me. I can’t do this without you, Jamie.”
Tears were now streaming down her face. “We’ll talk about it … all of it … next weekend, when you’re here, okay?”
“Yes, we will.” There was another short pause. “Our lives will be perfect. I’ll be acting, I’ll have money, but, most importantly, I’ll have you.”
His words made her feel like she was walking on air. “Yes, you will, Daddy.” She took a deep breath in an attempt to get her emotions in check. “Just get here,” she said longingly.
“Soon, baby, really soon, and we’ll be starting our lives together.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
It was 11:00 o’clock on Sunday when Jamie walked through the door of the Hotel Amarano in Burbank. Her eyes traveled over the casually elegant space, as her heels clicked along the gorgeous marble floor. The walls were adorned with a myriad of movie star images from the ’40s and ’50s, which gave the space a decidedly nostalgic Old Hollywood feel that contrasted perfectly with the very sleek and modern couches and loveseats. She walked up to the front desk and looked into the eyes of a tall, pretty blonde girl; her name tag read Melanie.
“Are you checking in, Ma’am?” Melanie asked sweetly.
“No, I’m waiting for Jake McClintock.”
“Ah yes, the Chairman’s Suite. He hasn’t arrived yet.” She typed on her keyboard for a few seconds. “But we expect him in less than an hour. Perhaps you’d like to wait for him in the bar? Our bartender makes all kinds of mixed drinks as well as a wide assortment of refreshing non-alcoholic drinks.”
“Sure … ummm … okay.”
She pointed. “It’s just down that way, I’ll let him know you are waiting. Your name is?”
“Jamie.”
She looked at her screen again. “Yes, of course. We have special instructions for you. Anything you want is to be charged to the room. You are not to spend any of your own money.” She gave Jamie a wide smile. “Did you valet? Let me take care of that for you … and I’ll hold your luggage here until he arrives.” Jamie thanked her as she handed her the valet ticket and headed towards the bar.
She tried not to look too anxious, but every time someone walked into the lobby her head snapped up. She had just finished her first Mimosa and was considering a second when Jake appeared. Dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a crisp white shirt with a bolo tie, a dark blazer, and a clean white cowboy hat, he cut quite a fine figure as he strode confidently towards Melanie at the check-in desk. My God, but he looks good, she thought. And that mustache is new, too. He walks like he owns this town… and maybe he will.
She heard him laugh and became immediately jealous. That bitch better quit flirting with my man! But Jamie chastised herself for such shallow thinking; Jake was a VIP and Melanie was just being friendly. Melanie’s head appeared from his side as she pointed to Jamie, and Jake turned to see her. He grinned immediately and stepped quickly to Jamie as she stood up to meet him.
“There you are, Babygirl!” he nearly shouted as he closed the distance.
“Jake!” she cried as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. They clutched each other in a crushing hug, squeezing so hard that a kiss was impossible. Jamie's tears flowed onto his neck and collar. When he set her down, he tenderly wiped the tears out of his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much, Daddy,” she whispered. They kissed … for well over a minute … both of them getting lost in the kiss and nearly forgetting they were in a hotel lobby. They finally broke apart when a police siren outside disturbed them.
“I’ve missed you too, Jamie, more than you’ll ever know.”
“I can’t believe you’re here, and I love the new ‘stache!”
“Yeah? They wanted me to grow one for the part. If it don’t work, I’ll just shave it off and they’ll glue one on. You don’t mind kissing me with it?”
“Let’s try again, I was too excited the first time.”
They kissed again, and she noticed his whiskers this time, but they didn’t detract from his lips. As she moved her head slightly, they tickled her upper lip. “I love it, Daddy. Makes you look even more suave and handsome.”
“Ha! Well, that’s good, I’ll take that. It will fill in more over the next month or so. Say, I just wanted to check … is the breakup still in effect?”
“Completely! He’s out of my apartment, out of my life, something that I should have done long ago. He's nothing that we need to worry about ever again.”
“Okay, good. You ready to see this room?”
She gave him a radiant smile. “You bet I am.”
“I have your luggage, miss,” the young bellman offered as he wheeled both pieces toward the elevator.
“Thank you; this is a lovely hotel,” Jamie responded.
“Just wait ’til you see your room! 1,900 square feet, outdoor Jacuzzi, it's incredible.“ Jake's arm wrapped securely around her as the car whisked them up to the top floor.
“Warner Brothers set you up real nice, Mr. McClintock. You know, Montana Skies was my mom's favorite show. I watched all the DVDs; you were great!”
“Well, thanks … ummm … Derrick,” Jake said after reading his name tag. “Might be happening again, if I'm lucky.”
“Good for you, sir!” They exited onto their level. “Right down this way, Sir. Well, you sure look the part! Here’s your room.” Jamie gasped at how large the living room seemed. “You've got your sofa and comfy chairs here for relaxing, coffee table, coffee and tea station right over there, widescreen TV with all the channels …” Jamie figured neither of them would be watching it much, but it was the biggest TV she had ever seen.
Derrick proceeded to show the couple the expansive and well-appointed living area. “And out here is your private deck, private Jacuzzi …” The impressive space featured a long couch that had an awning overhead to block the sun. Jamie squinted at what looked to be an outdoor king-size bed shaded by faux-white palm trees. In addition to the Jacuzzi and several lounge chairs, the deck also had a large table and chairs that would seat eight people.
“Holy hell,” Jake exclaimed. “You could have a party for, like, fifty people here!”
“Oh, there've been some legendary parties here, I assure you, Mr. McClintock! Now the bedroom is right down this way. And there’s a bucket of our finest champagne, compliments of the house.”
Jake reached for his wallet but was stopped by Derrick. “Thank you, Sir, but all gratuities have been covered. You are not to spend a nickel of your own money. Orders from Dubya Bee.” He finally left them alone after making sure they knew all about the temperature controls.
“This Is amazing, Jake! What an incredible room, but what did he mean by Dubya Bee?”
“Not bad, huh? ‘Dubya Bee means WB, Warner Brothers. And look at this.” Jake reached In and pulled out what looked like an American Express card. “It's a $5,000 gift card. I can use it anywhere I want, with no expiration date.”
“They're pulling out all the stops for you. It seems like they want you very badly.” Jamie walked to the champagne bucket and filled the two crystal glasses on the dressing table with bubbly. “However, I want you even more than they do.” She handed a glass to Jake, and they both drank.
Jake took her in: her white sundress perfectly accentuated her shapely form, and her red hair blazed brightly against her short white little dress. God, he mused. What did I ever do to deserve this woman? He took her glass and set them both down on the table, then held her delicate face in his rough hands. “I've missed you … so much. I need you in my life, Jamie. And I mean full time!” He kissed her as her arms wrapped around him. He felt his body relax, comforted by her presence and her kiss. She kissed him back just as passionately, her hunger for him evident. Then she pushed back from him, his hands fell from her face to her shoulders, and he looked at her quizzically.
“Jake?” she asked in a quiet, somewhat trembling voice. “Do you mean that, and what you said last week on the phone?”
“What, that I can’t live without you? That I need you in my life? Yes, I absolutely mean that.”
“Why?” she asked, her eyes glassy.
“Because … I love you, Jamie. I should have said it at the ranch and, dammit, I've been kickin’ myself ever since.”
Her heart fluttered at his admission. “I think I fell in love with you a little bit when I arrived at the ranch and you took me to my room.”
“What? I was just bein’ friendly.” He gave her his trademark smile. “It was … severely high-interest for me too, when you stepped out of that van.”
She smiled. “You’ve shown me what a real relationship is like, what it’s like to be with a real man.” He pulled her in his arms and they shared a hot passionate kiss.
“I’m never lettin’ you go, Jamie, you’re mine now, forever.”
They began tearing off each other’s clothes, the desire and need building between them. After a few seconds, there was a pile of clothing on the floor between them. As they kissed, Jamie reached down and began stroking Jake’s sizable erection. “I’ve missed this big thing,” she said whimsically.
“It’s yours, honey, and I’ll give you all you can handle.”
While she continued to move her hand up and down his shaft, she could feel his pre-cum oozing onto her fingers. While keeping her eyes on his, she licked some of it off her fingers. He made her feel so wanton, so slutty, but also safe. For the first time in her life, she felt that she could just be and not worry about anything. The only thing she wanted at that moment was him.
For Jake, it was her scent that triggered him as much as anything. Some women in his past could be smelled twenty yards away due to the overpowering perfume they wore. It was always something that was very off-putting and nearly made him gag when he had them in a clinch. Contrastingly, Jamie’s lovely lavender fragrance could only be discovered when he was up close, And when she undressed and her female scent was added to the mix Jake’s lust skyrocketed.
Jake let go of her to yank the covers down, scattering the multitude of pillows. He pulled her onto the bed on top of him, where they joined in a frantic embrace.
“Oh, Daddy!” she cried, giggling at his sudden move. She squirmed on top of him as they kissed deeply, her soft body teasing him. “I need you,” she whispered between kisses, “so badly. Would you mind if …” She paused as he claimed her mouth again and again for several moments. His cock pressed against her wet pussy; they both wriggled their bodies as their passion increased.
“Maybe,” he said, panting. “Maybe we could …”
“Skip the foreplay?”
Jake looked up at the sexiest woman he had ever known, her normally pale cheeks now flushed with lust. I need this woman right fuckin’ now.
“Yeah, we've got days to play–”
“Do it, Jake. Make love to me, fuck me, just give me that cock!”
He rolled her over, grabbed his cock with his hand, and rubbed it up and down her very wet pussy lips. Satisfied that she was ready and remembering her propensity for getting extremely wet, he placed his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Yes, I'm inside you, my love. This is where I belong.
Jamie arched her back as he entered her. “Oh … my … God,” she whispered, gasping for air as he filled her.
“I feel … the same way… fuck!” Jake continued his invasion, sinking deeper inside her until he completely buried his cock in her pussy. “That's all there is, love.”
“I love it, it feels so good,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.” She wrapped her long legs around him. “You make me feel so full,” she moaned.
The bed didn’t squeak or groan despite Jake’s hard pounding. A top-dollar suite gets you a good bed, Jake mused. They tried to kiss, but his thrusts were too exuberant, too strong, and he buried his head in a pillow as he tried to pin her to the mattress. Her nails dug into his back and he screamed in agony and ecstasy. His body slapped onto hers, their sweat making the sounds louder.
Jamie squealed with delight as her orgasm neared. She tried to sink her nails in deeper so as to not let go of him … ever. When he reached under her to probe her asshole, her fireworks went off in a grand finale kind of way.
Jake had been battling for the last half minute to not come, but when he felt her pussy contract on him, he let it go and poured his semen deep inside her. Jamie’s whole body shook as she came and came … flooding the bed as she squirted. Jake rose up to pump his final shots into her and watched her go limp for a good ten seconds before she roused herself again.
Both his cock and her pussy continued to throb with orgasmic pulses as Jake settled back down on her, and they kissed deeply, both trying to get as close to each other as they could. A full minute went by before Jamie pushed away from him, just a little.
“Easy there, cowboy, take a rest. I’m not going anywhere ever again.” When he rolled off of her, she rolled with him and snuggled to his side, perfectly molding her body to his. Then she draped her leg over him as they basked in the afterglow.
“Can I tell you something, Jake?” she asked.
“Sure, as long as it’s good,” he teased.
Jamie laughed. “It's good. And it’s naughty, too.” She got up on her elbow to look him in the eyes. Jake reached for her and began working a lock of her hair. “I'm … you know … on the pill, but when you come inside me … I imagine that … that I'm not, and you get me pregnant. I can’t tell you how arousing it is … that fantasy of having your baby.” Jake’s fingers were caressing her breasts, and then he abruptly stopped and turned his head slightly. “Is that … wrong? I'm sorry. I won't … I won't say it again.” Jamie's eyes welled up with tears as she reasoned that she had said something terrible.
“No, sweetie.” Jake looked back at her. He smiled but not in his usual way. “I … that's such a lovely thing to say, and I love you for it. There's just … something I haven't told you before.”
“Okay …”
“I told you I don't have kids, which is true. But I always wanted one or two … and I almost had one …” Tears filled his eyes.
“Go ahead, honey, you can tell me.”
“Well …” He sniffed and tried to choke back the tears, but they came anyway. “My first wife carried our little girl to term but … little Jennifer … she died during delivery.”
“Oh, God! I'm so sorry, I can't believe I was so insensitive–”
“No, baby. It's not that. It's … the fact that you want a child with me… it's like… a dream come true. Even if I'm too old now and it wouldn't work–”
“Stop with that ‘too old’ shit,” she purred. “You have a lot of years in you, I know it.” She leaned up and kissed his tears. “I love you, more than you can possibly imagine. And I don't care about anything except you and me. I want you to get that through your thick skull, okay? You said something like you ‘couldn't live without me.’ Did you mean that?”
“Yes, I did. I do.”
“Well, I can't live without you either, but I want children, at least one. So get your mind right, old man.”
Jake grinned at her. “This is getting more and more interesting every moment we’re together.”
She kissed him firmly on the mouth, reached down, and began to stroke him to full hardness. “You and I have more business that we need to attend to.”
He grinned. “You’re insatiable.”
“Yes, I am. You make me feel so slutty and wanton, but from here on out, I’m your slut.”
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on top of him. She let out a little grunt when he pushed himself deep inside her. “Yes, you are.”
- - - - -
Chad sat on the outside patio of BurgerIM, properly chilling with a cold 805 ale and a cheeseburger with ranch dressing and garlic fries. He thought the name of the place was stupid, but he was glad for the location, directly across the street from the Hotel Amarano.
He’d followed the bitch, Jamie, for over a week, but she hadn't gone anywhere unusual until today when he followed her to Burbank. He’d told her that he would get even with her and he wanted to keep his word. He’d watched and waited and was prepared to wait all day for Jamie to reappear with … somebody.
A black Cadillac Escalade pulled up to the front of the hotel and let someone out. Chad sat up straight when the man put on a big white cowboy hat. He fumbled for his binoculars and brought them to his eyes. “Him?” he said aloud. “What the actual fuck is he doing here?”
Chad finished his lunch and then crossed the street to the hotel. He had a couple twenties; he figured the bellman could fill him in on what Jake the fucking cowboy was up to.
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To be continued…
