Mojave Wind
The bell attached to the screen door jingled as Cassidy entered the Borderline Cafe.
She smiled at the owners who stood behind the counter. "Good Morning Jackson. Good Morning Sarah. Beautiful weather we are having. Not to hot, not to cold."
Jackson smiled at Cassidy. Good Morning Cassie. What can I get you? Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Jackson how long have we known each other? You know I don't drink coffee. I would however love a cup of tea."
"What kind would you like Cassie?"
"Earl Grey, Sarah."
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Yes Jackson, my brother. Have you seen him?"
"Yeah, he's in the back talking to Felicity."
"Talking? Is that what they call it now? Let me fetch him and then I'll drink my tea."
Jackson grinned at her. "The next time he comes in and distracts my waitress I'm going to put him to work bussing tables. I need her in the café, not in the stockroom."
"I'd pay good money to see to see that. In fact all of Mesa Springs would pay for a ticket to that show."
Sarah looked at her husband. "Oh, leave them alone Jack. They're in love and we're between breakfast and lunch. We only have two customers. Cassie and that man sitting in the back booth."
Cassie turned to her left and saw a man nursing a cup of coffee staring at her. He was tan, had shoulder length black wavy hair. His sunglasses blocked her view of his eyes. Jackson motioned for Cassie to come behind the counter. He spoke in a low voice. "He has been in here for a couple of hours. Asked me if I knew where he could find work."
"You know my requirements for hiring help Jackson."
"He's half Native American like you and Cheyne. I told him you only hired Native people; didn't inquire as to what tribe though. He said he can fix about anything and I know you need some skilled help with the repairs on the barn and the fences."
"I'll talk to him after I get Cheyne. Sarah would you take my tea to his table and tell him I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Be glad to Cassie."
"Thanks Sarah.'
Sarah leaned over to whisper in Cassie's ear. "Wait till you see him close up. He's a very handsome man."
"I don't care if he looks like a troll as long as he's a good worker. I'll be right back."
"Cheyne!"
Cassie went to the stockroom and knocked on the door. Cheyne opened the door. "Hey Sis. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. Button your shirt." She looked over his shoulder. "Hi Felicity."
"Hi Cassie." Felicity stepped out and gave her a hug. "How are you?"
"I haven't changed much since you saw me last which was about five hours ago as you were leaving the ranch to come to work. Cheyne, when are you going to marry this girl and make an honest woman of her?"
"I'm working on it Cass."
"Work harder. Someone is going to see what a treasure she is and take her away from you."
"Not a chance Sis. Why are you looking for me?"
"I want you to help me find Rio."
"You don't need me to track down Rio. You have that stallion eating out of the palm of your hand. You are the only one who can handle him. Ride out and find him."
"I want you to drive me out to get him. I want to ride him back to the barn. He has done nothing for the past two weeks but eat and chase after the mares. He needs some of the piss and vinegar worked out of him. I want him to be on his best behavior when the mare shows up for breeding. They'll be here in three days. Go back to the ranch and I'll join you as soon as I talk to the man in the cafe who is looking for work."
"You thinking of hiring him?"
"If he can help you with the repairs I'll give him a chance. Jackson told me he has Native blood so if he's willing to work hard I'll hire him. Looks like a drifter. Just needs to make some traveling money I would imagine."
"Felicity and Sarah took a shine to him. I think the phrase 'drop dead gorgeous' was being tossed around."
"I'll talk to him and see if we can do business."
"I saw him come in the café. He's one tall cuss. I'd say about six foot, five inches. Looks fairly strong too."
"You head on back to the ranch, load Rio's blanket, saddle, and bridle in the truck and we'll look for him as soon as I get back."
Cheyne kissed her on the cheek. "On my way Sis. Just let me say goodbye to Felicity."
"Don't take all day. She will be at the ranch by six o' clock. I'm glad you have a cabin separate from the main house. You two would keep me up all night."
Cassidy came from the back and headed to the stranger's table. "Mind if I sit down?"
He looked up at her and nodded in the direction of the bench. "Sit. The waitress brought your tea over fifteen minutes ago. I figured you would show yourself sooner or later."
There is nothing like making a good first impression. This is just what I am looking for, a ranch hand with an attitude. She offered her right hand. "My name is Cassidy Jennings."
He shook her hand. "Name's Mojave."
"Mojave…?"
"Mojave will do for now."
"I was told that you're looking for work."
"I'm a bit strapped for cash at the moment."
"You a drifter?"
"I'm more like a gypsy."
"Is there a difference?"
"Not much of one I guess."
"We need a lot of work done on the barn and the fences. Can you do carpentry?"
"Yup."
He was studying her face. She was a beautiful woman. Her hair and eyes were the color of expensive cognac. A rich brown color and her eyes were flecked with gold. He guessed she was about five foot eight inches tall and was very slender. Her cheekbones told of her Native blood. Nice breasts too.
"Would you mind taking off your sunglasses? I like to look into someone's eyes when I talk to them."
He removed his sunglasses. They are right. He is drop dead gorgeous. He had a close-cropped full beard and his eyes were an amazing shade of green. Long black hair and eyes the color of peridots. God help me.
"I was told you only hire Native blooded people. Why is that?'
"My Mother is Navajo. My Father is white and a doctor. He met her treating people on the reservation. My people don't get a fair shake most of the time. So I only hire Native Americans to work my ranch.
"Your coloring doesn't speak to your Native heritage but I see it in your face." Mojave was still studying her face, trying to read her.
"I have my Father's features. Cheyne, my brother, looks like our Mother. He has the black hair, dark eyes, and bronze skin. How about you? Your Father or your Mother?"
"Lakota Sioux on my Mother's side. Oglala band."
"Same as Crazy Horse."
"You know your history."
"Native American studies while I was getting my nursing degree. My Dad thought nursing was a good career choice. Comes in handy on a ranch. Someone always needs tending to."
He noticed the wedding ring she was wearing. "What does your husband do?'
"My husband died two years ago. A drunk driver hit his car. He was coming home from a friend's house. He died at the hospital two days later."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you." She fought the tears forming in her eyes. "Now when can you start?"
"Is tomorrow soon enough?"
"That's perfect. You might as well come to the ranch today and get settled in. You'll have a small cabin to yourself, meals included, and I'll pay you a fair wage."
"Sounds good. I wonder if I could get a small advance on my salary. I have just enough to pay for my food but I don't have enough for gas and I'm running on fumes."
"No problem. Where's your car? I'll follow you to the gas station."
"I don't have a car." He pointed to the motorcycle parked outside.
Cassidy looked out the window. "You prefer a steel horse?"
"Darn sight safer than the real thing." Mojave ran his hands through his hair sweeping it away from his face.
"That is a matter of opinion. I have been riding since I was old enough to walk. I am none the worse for wear."
"I was getting bucked off when I was a boy. That gets old real fast."
She reached into her pocket and gave him a twenty-dollar bill. Their hands touched briefly. Warm hands, warm heart. "Let me give you directions to the ranch." She took a napkin and drew him a map. The Morning Star Ranch, you can't miss it. I'll call Cheyne and tell him be on the lookout for you. He'll help you settle in. I have a couple of errands to take care of and I'll be out. I have a stallion to bring in from the range as soon as I get back. I will see you there. Oh, leave Sarah a tip or Jackson will make you wash dishes."
He smiled briefly and stood up. Cheyne was right. He is a tall drink of water. "I'll see you in a little while."
"I'll be there." He paid for his meal and she watched him give Sarah her tip.
She finished her tea. He is a man of few words. Cheyne is long-winded. He'll drive Mojave crazy in no time. He nodded in her direction and left the café, got on his Harley and headed for the gas station. Sarah and Felicity rushed over and sat down at the booth.
Sarah and Felicity spoke in unison. "What's he like? Isn't he the most gorgeous man you have ever seen? Did you hire him?"
"Oh, he's a real charmer that one. He didn't have much to say but he is easy on the eyes. Yes, I hired him."
Felicity sighed. "He's totally hot and so sexy."
"Hello, you are in love with my brother or have you forgotten." Cassie got a faraway look in her eyes. "My Trace was a hot number. I miss him, Lord how I miss him." A tear unexpectedly slid down her cheek.
Sarah patted Cassie on the hand. "Trace was a good man and we know how much you loved him."
Cassie laid her head on Sarah's shoulder. "The wrong man died in that wreck. Why Garrett Peters is still walking around is beyond me."
Sarah hugged her. "A lot of people feel the same way Cassie."
Cassie smiled. "I know they do, Sarah, I know they do. Look at the time. I have to get home or I'll have to wait till tomorrow to find Rio." She paid for her tea, hugged everyone and headed for her car. She looked across the street and saw Mojave was still at the gas station with Max doing some work on his Harley. Max owned the station and was the best mechanic within two hundred miles and he loved motorcycles. I may never see him at this rate. She waved at them and started her Jeep. "I will take care of the errands later. I need to get home."
She drove out of town and headed for the ranch. She was enjoying the drive singing along with the radio when Mojave flew past her. He must be doing seventy miles an hour. He'll beat me home with minutes to spare. Then she heard a car horn blowing behind her. She looked in her rear view mirror and saw a black Escalade bearing down on her. The car was weaving all over the road. She knew exactly who was driving. Garrett Peters! He pulled along side the jeep, looked at her and flipped her off. He floored the SUV and speed down the road.
Cassie was shaking. She was scared and angry at the same time. She started after him and saw that Mojave was in Garrett's way. She screamed "NO!" at the top of her lungs. Garrett glanced over at Mojave and jerked his steering wheel hard to the right forcing Mojave off the road. Cassidy's worst nightmare was being played out right in front of her eyes. She saw Garrett speed off down the road and a huge cloud of dust where Mojave's Harley had crashed. Dear God, please let him all right, please let him be alive! She slammed on her brakes and leaped out of the jeep. Mojave was lying by his bike. She heard him groan. She raced to his side.
"Mojave, lay still! Don't move!" She grabbed her cell phone and called Cheyne.
"Hey Sis where are you? I thought you wanted to find Rio?"
"Cheyne! Listen to me! Garrett Peters just ran Mojave off the road. I need you to bring the truck up here so we can take him to the hospital!'
"I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll be okay." He winced when he tried to move.
"You are not okay. Cheyne get up here! We are about three miles east of the ranch. I'm going to check him over. If he can travel, we'll take him to Dad's clinic. I'll call Dad, you get here as fast as you can Cheyne."
"I'll be right there Sis. What are you going to do about Garrett? I thought when Carl Peters settled with you he agreed that Garrett would never drive drunk again."
"I will take that up with Carl tomorrow. Get moving Cheyne!'
She went to Mojave's side. "Let me check you over. I am a nurse remember? Lay still. Damn it! I said lay still!" Her eyes expressed concern and worry. "I need to see if you have any internal injuries." He did what she asked. She tried to do a thorough examination. "Doesn't look like anything major is broken but I think you have cracked some ribs plus you have some cuts that will require stitches. You're going to be laid up a while." Cheyne pulled up in the truck. He had taken a mattress from the house and put it in the truck bed. "We're going to take it slow now. Cheyne help me get him in the truck." They got him to his feet and into the back of the truck. She knew Mojave was in pain but he tried not to show it. That is the way a Lakota warrior would act. She climbed into the truck bed and called her Father's office. "Shelly? It's Cassidy. I need to talk to Dad right away."
The drive to Dr. William Bauer's clinic took about twenty minutes. Cheyne parked the truck out front and ran inside to get a gurney. Placing Mojave on it, they rolled him into an exam room. The doctor rushed into the room and started to diagnosis Mojave injuries.
"Tell me what happened Cassie."
"Garrett Peters ran his motorcycle off the road. I was behind him." She answered her Father's next question before he could ask it. "He was drunk and weaving all over the road. He came flying around me. Almost took me out in the process."
Her Dad put his arms around her and breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?'
"Physically I'm fine; I'll have to get back to you on my mental state."
"How do you know this man Cassie?'
"I hired him to help Cheyne with the repairs on the barn and the fences. He was on his way to the ranch when this happened. His name is Mojave. He is half Lakota. That is all I know about him."
"I knew he had to have Native blood or you wouldn't have hired him but he won't be doing any work for at least two or three weeks. I want to get some x-rays but I'm sure he has a few cracked ribs. It hurts him to breathe deeply. He needs some stitches and he's going to be very sore. Does he have a place to stay? He's going to need some time to recuperate."
"I'll put him up at the ranch. He's a tumbleweed, just passing through. Wants to earn enough money to keep moving on."
"I take it I won't be getting paid for services rendered?"
Cassidy leaned over and kissed her father on the cheek. "Is my money good here? Besides I am going to visit Carl Peters. He will be writing a few checks to pay for all expenses. That reminds me. I have to call Max. I want him to pick up Mojave's Harley. I bet it will take all of his mechanical expertise to fix it. It's a vintage bike so I hope he can find the parts needed."
Her father patted Cassie on the arm. "Let me go and do my job so you can take him home. Your nursing is going to come in handy. He is going to need a lot of care for a couple of weeks. I'll give him something for pain. He's going to need it. I'll have Shelly get everything together for you.'
"Thank you, Dad. I have to make some phone calls. I want Max to pick up the bike before dark. He will be beside himself getting to repair a vintage Harley."
Cassie's Dad arranged for the local fire department to take Mojave back to the ranch in their ambulance. They strapped him to a backboard and put him in the life squad. Dr. Bauer climbed in to talk to Mojave. "You need to rest easy for at least two weeks. You are in good hands. Cassie will take good care of you and I will be out to check on your progress."
Mojave shook his hand. "Thanks Doc. I will try to make good on what I owe you."
"Don't worry about it, Son. Consider yourself my good deed for the day."
"I appreciate you putting me back together Doc."
"You are lucky to be alive. If you had landed on the pavement it would have been a lot worse. The heavy brush cushioned your fall. Don't move around too much. Your ribs will mend faster if you take it slow. Understand?"
"I hear you Doc."
"You can take him home Cassie. Keep an eye on him."
She gave her him a hug and a kiss. "I will. Thanks for everything Dad. I'll see you in a couple of days." She got in the front seat of the squad and they drove back to the ranch.
The paramedics carried Mojave into the house. "Where do you want us to put him Cassie?"
"My room. It's the only bed in the house where he will be comfortable. Let me turn down the bed and you can bring him in." They followed her to the bedroom, laid the backboard on the bed and undid the straps. They helped Mojave slide onto the bed. He flinched as they pull the board out from underneath him. He thanked them and tried to find a position that caused him the least amount of distress.
Cassie walked the paramedics out and thanked them. "Breakfast is on me next time I'm in town." She waved and went back into the house. "Mojave, you need to get out of those clothes. I'll give you a hand."
"I can do that myself."
"I doubt it. Here's what we will do. I'll help you with your boots and your shirt. You can sleep in your leathers. I will find you something comfortable to wear and Cheyne can help you with the rest. Okay? I'm going to help you sit up. We will take it slow." She helped him up but she could tell by his facial expression that he was hurting. Cassie unlaced his boots and took them off. She unbuttoned his shirt and gently removed it.
The first thing she noticed was his powerful shoulders. While checking the elastic bandage around his ribs her eyes riveted on his chest. Whoa! This man is built! He looks like he has been chiseled out of marble. He had fine black hair across his pecs and his six-pack was amazing. She glanced down and her eyes followed the thin line of hair that disappeared seductively in the waist of his beat-up brown leather pants. My friend Julie has a name for it. The line of promise I think. And I bet he can keep his promises. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Come on Cassie, you have seen a man's chest before.
"I'm done. You need to lie down. I made a big pot of chicken and dumplings this morning and I would like you to eat something before you take anything for the pain. I don't want the meds to upset your stomach."
"Any chance someone can drive out and get…"
"I had Max drive out and pick up your bike while we were at the clinic. He took it to his garage and will let you know in a couple of days how long it will take to repair it."
"If I can afford the repairs. The parts for a vintage bike will be expensive."
"The man who ran you off the road is going to pay for the repairs on your bike."
"What gives you that idea?"
"The man who you caused your accident is the same man who caused my husband's death. I am going to see his father tomorrow. Carl Peters is the wealthiest man in the state and spends a lot of his money cleaning up the chaos his son causes. I couldn't get justice for Trace. Carl has most of the judges and politicians in his back pocket so I hit him where it hurt the most, in his wallet. Garrett never served any jail time but his Daddy paid through the nose to make me go away. A condition of the settlement was that Garrett would never drive drunk again. I should have known it wasn't worth the paper it was printed on. We can talk about this later."
"Cassie, you don't have to fight this battle for me. I can take care of it when I'm back on my feet."
"It's my battle as well as yours and I have been fighting it a long time. I know how to deal with Carl and his waste of space son. Please leave it to me."
"I guess I don't have much of a choice considering the shape my body is in at the moment."
Cassie looked into his crystal green eyes. And what a body you have. Mercy!
Cheyne entered the bedroom carrying a cot. "Where do you want me to put this Sis?'
"Over by the window, there's enough room for it there. If you don't mind I am going to stay in here for a couple of nights in case you need anything. If I stay in one of the other bedrooms I may not hear you."
Mojave started to speak but Cheyne stopped him. "Don't bother to object. She's in nurse mode. You won't change her mind. Just lay back and enjoy the attention."
Cassie went to the dresser and found a pair of pajama's bottoms. "Do you want to try to change into these or do you need Cheyne's help?"
"I got this."
"I am going to get you some supper. I will be right back."
Cheyne helped Mojave sit up so he could change. "My sister is an amazing woman Mojave. I don't know anyone with a more loving heart. Thank your lucky stars she's taking care of you. If you had to have a accident it couldn't have happened in a better place."
"You sister is a beautiful woman. I don't like people making a fuss over me but in her case I'll make an exception."
Cheyne noticed a look of want in Mojave's eyes. Cassie had that effect on men.
"That's my sister. She is stunning and smart. I wish she would find someone to fill the void Trace's death left in her heart. She has a lot of love to give to some lucky guy. If you can manage on your own I am going to see if Cassie needs me to do anything else before I turn in."
"I think I can handle this as long as I take it easy."
"See you in the morning. My girlfriend Felicity is going to take care of you while Cassie goes to see Carl Peters tomorrow. I think she is going to check on your bike too."
"Any chance of you going with her tomorrow?'
"No, I offered but she turned me down flat. She'll be fine. Peters won't mess with her. She'll put the fear of God in him if he does. Good night Mojave.'
"Good night Cheyne."
Cheyne went to the kitchen to find Cassie fixing Mojave's food. "Hey Sis."
She turned to look at him. He could see she had been crying. "What's the matter Brown Eyes?"
"Too many bad memories reared their ugly heads today. I was terrified that lightning had struck twice today. I just needed a good cry to clear the tension. I'll be fine. I need to take Mojave his food. He is going to need his meds soon or he won't get good sleep tonight."
I doubt he will get much sleep with you ten feet away from him Sis.
"Did you say something Cheyne? I wasn't listening."
"No." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm going to bed as soon as Felicity gets here."
"Ask her to be over here at eight. I want to get an early start to town. I have a lot of things to clear up tomorrow. When I get back we'll look for Rio. I need to get him ready for his date."
"Are you sure you don't want me to ride shotgun? I don't like you facing Peters alone."
"I will be fine. Carl knows our agreement has been violated. He'll give me anything I want. He'll have to give me another ten million if I can prove Garrett was driving drunk."
"Do you have any proof?"
"On my cell phone. I took a picture of Garrett's Escalade after he passed me and just as he ran Mojave off the road."
"Good thinking Sis.'
"Well that's what I'm going to tell him. I doubt he will call my bluff. Just have to show my best poker face."
Cheyne beamed at her. "Damn Cassie, I love it when you go on the warpath. Carl Peters won't know what hit him."
"I wish I could take scalps. I just want play a good blindside on him and that piece of crap son of his. Let me get Mojave fed. Good night Cheyne."
"Good night Cassie." Cheyne went out the kitchen door chuckling.
Cassie knocked on the bedroom door. "Mojave can I come in? I finally have your supper."
"Come on in Cassie." She liked it when he called her by name.
Mojave had changed into the pajamas and his leather pants were lying on the floor by the bed. She sent the tray on the dresser; picked up his pants, shook them out and folded them. Then she grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bed and tossed them on the cot. He watched her move around the room. "Let's get you situated so you can eat." He rose up on his elbows and she lifted him the rest of the way propping him up with pillows. She placed the food tray across his lap. There was a big bowl of chicken and dumplings, two pieces of buttered bread and a large glass of milk. "Eat as much as you can. I will give you the meds for pain as soon as you finish. I will be right back. I am going to change. I don't like sleeping in my clothes." She sat down in a chair and pulled off her boots. She put them in the closet and then rummaged around in her dresser. She took some clothes out of the drawer and let the room. Mojave began to eat his food.
This is good. Damn, she can cook too. What can't she do?
Cassie came back to the bedroom wearing a men's oversized red and black flannel shirt and nothing else. Mojave almost dropped his fork. She came over to the bed to check on his progress and re-adjust the pillows. She was very close to him and he inhaled lightly. She smelled like fresh air and sunshine. He glanced down the front of her shirt and got a glimpse of her breasts. Damn they are nice, at least what I can see of them. Then he admired her legs. They were long and sleek. She is driving me to distraction.
"Are you done Mojave? Mojave?"
"Yes. It was very good. I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal."
"Glad you enjoyed it." Cassie picked up the tray. "I will be right back."
He watched her leave the room but the shirt blocked his view of her well-rounded bottom. Hell, here I am sleeping in her bed and I'm wishing she would climb in here beside me. Two weeks of this and I will lose my mind. Cassie returned with a glass of water and a prescription bottle in her hand. She gave him the glass of water, opened the bottle, and gave him a pill. "Drink all the water with this."
"Is that what you normally wear to bed?' He ran his eyes over her again.
"Yeah." She raised the hem of the shirt. "I have a pair of shorts on under it. You won't see anything you shouldn't."
That is a crying shame. He could feel the pain medication starting to work and he began to drift off to sleep.
"Mojave, I'm going into town early in the morning. Cheyne's girlfriend Felicity is going to sit with you while I am gone. I will see what Max has to say about your motorcycle." He didn't hear a word she said. Cassie stood at the side of the bed and stared at Mojave. He is mad, crazy sexy. The next few weeks are going to be a challenge to say the least. She pulled the sheets and blankets over him resisting the sudden urge to kiss him. Turning the light off, Cassie lay down on the cot and went to sleep.
Cassie got up early being careful not to wake Mojave. She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She washed, dried, curled her hair, and put on her make-up. She dressed in a pair of black pants, purple silk blouse, and ankle high black suede boots. If you are going to deal with the devil, you might as well dress to kill.
Carl Peters was a ladies man. He was married, but that never stopped him. She knew looking good would keep him off guard.
Felicity came over at eight. Cassie filled her in on Mojave's care and asked her to make him breakfast when he woke up. She got in her jeep and headed for town. She couldn't stop thinking about Mojave. In the past year she had no shortage of men asking her out or to their bed. She had no interest in any other man until now. Mojave caused her to tremble right down to her bones. She loved the deep timbre of his voice. She loved his beard. He had a raw sex appeal that shook her to her core. God had outdone himself when he created that man. She wondered if Mojave was conscious of the impact he had on a woman. He had to see the want in their eyes. Has he noticed the hunger in my eyes? She cleared her mind as she pulled up in front of Carl Peter's office building. She headed straight for Carl's office and right past his secretary. "Mrs. Jennings you can't go in there. Mr. Peters is with an important client!"
"Not for long!" Cassie shouted back. A young woman raced out of Carl's office buttoning up her blouse.
Carl gave Cassie his best phony smile. "Why Cassidy, what a pleasant surprise!"
"Carl, your attempts at comedy always fall flat. You know why I'm here."
"I'm sure it has something to do with the unfortunate accident that occurred yesterday."
"Garrett almost ran me off the road. He succeeded in running my new ranch hand into a ditch. He's lucky to be alive. Your loose cannon has broken our contract Carl. You gave me your word on paper he would never drive drunk again."
"Now Cassie, Garrett had a nasty fight with his girlfriend and he went over the edge just a bit."
"Garrett doesn't have a girlfriend. Half the town knows he's having an affair with Wade Thompson's wife Debbie. One of these days Wade is going to come home early from one of his over the road trips and catch them together. Wade's a very jealous man. Might put a bullet right between Garrett's eyes. That would solve the problem for both of us."
"Cassie, you are trying my patience. Get to the point. What do you want from me?"
"You know the clause in our agreement about the extra ten million I will get if proof exists that Garrett is driving under the influence again?"
"I do remember that little stipulation."
"Amazing things cell phones. They all come with cameras. I took a picture of Garrett running my ranch hand off the road right after he blew by my jeep and flipped me off."
She waved her phone in the air. "As soon as I finish with you I am going to see my attorney so I can file the paperwork to collect my money. By the way, the photo has been has been downloaded, printed, and put away in a very safe place or I should say places."
All the blood drained from Carl's face. "Now Cassie, let's leave the lawyers out of this. I'm sure we can work something out. We can be civil about this."
"I want ten thousand dollars to start. That's what it will take to fix Mojave's motorcycle. We will figure out later how much money you can donate to his traveling fund."
"He won't be staying around long I take it?"
"It will take him about three weeks to recover from the accident. He's going to help Cheyne do some repairs on the barn and fences. Then he will be on his way. That will give you some time to make him an offer. Do we understand each other?"
"You know Cassie I really do like you. You are a gorgeous woman."
"Flattery will get you nowhere Carl."
"All Garrett needs is a good woman to love and care for him. If you were to…"
Cassie walked over and slammed her hands on Carl's desk. "Are you suggesting that I get involved with the man who caused my husband's death? Are you insane?"
"Now Cassie just calm down."
"Calm down! How dare you even suggest it! Listen to me Carl Peters! I hate Garrett with every cell in my body. If I had a foolproof plan and a perfect alibi I would do the deed myself and leave his body for the scavengers to feed on! Now do what you do best. Throw money at the problem. Write me a check for ten thousand dollars. Make it out to Max's Garage."
Carl gave Cassie the check and she went to see Max. She found him working on Mojave's Harley. "Hey Max."
"Hey Cassie, how's the patient doing?"
"He'll be fine in about three weeks. What kind of shape is his motorcycle in?"
"It will take some work but it will be good as new when I finish with it. It's going to cost quite a bit. This is a vintage 1957 cycle. The parts are pricey."
She handed Max the check. "Here's a donation from Carl Peters. Is this enough to cover the damages?"
"Oh yeah, this is more than enough to bring the cycle back to life. It's going take about a month to complete the repairs."
"I want you to do something for me Max."
"Sure Cassie. What do you need done?"
"I want you to come by the ranch and pick up Trace's Harley. It has been collecting dust way too long. I want you to get it running again. If you can't get Mojave's cycle going by the time he wants to be on his way he can take Trace's cycle and come back later for his."
"I'll ride out this afternoon and get it."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks Max. You're the best."
"That title belongs to you. You got a lot of heart Cassie."
"I've got to go. Keep Mojave updated on your progress."
She left the garage and went to the furniture store. She ordered a new bed for the cabin Mojave would move into once his body healed. She ordered a California King size bed. The one in the cabin was too small for Mojave's large frame. She wanted him to be comfortable. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him with all her heart.
Cassie wore a smug smile while driving home. She hoped Mojave would be pleased with her victory over Carl. I have only known him for two days but I would do just about anything to see a smile on his face. Then reality reared its ugly head. Cassie, you better get a grip on your emotions. Mojave is not going to stay around long. He's a tumbleweed; a drifter and his plans don't include settling down in Mesa Springs. I'll just enjoy his company while he's here and fight the urge to fall in love with. Easier said than done. He would be so easy to love. She turned the jeep into the driveway and parked in front of the house. She went into the house and saw Felicity was coming out of the bedroom with a tray full of empty dishes. "Hey girlfriend. How's the patient?"
Felicity put the dishes in the sink. "He may be banged up but it hasn't hurt his appetite none. He put breakfast away no problem."
"That's good." He needs to keep his strength up."
"That is not the only thing I'd like to see him get up."
"Felicity!"
"Damn Cassie, That man is a fine as frog's hair. You know I love your brother but just because I am on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the menu. Mojave just smolders. I wouldn't be a bit surprised to see scorch marks on the sheets. To tell you the truth, I have had a few fantasies about him. Can't you just imagine having him make love to you?
Cassie got a faraway look in her eyes. I wish I could do more than just imagine.
Felicity grinned from ear to ear. "You have thought about it haven't you? Hallelujah!
It's about time you got out there again. There are a lot of men who would love to have those long legs of yours wrapped around them and I'll bet you one of them is in your bed right now."
"Felicity, I have never seen this side of you. Can we please change the subject?"
"For now, but we'll discuss this later. How did it go with Carl Peters?"
"Great! I got ten grand out of him to start. I gave the check to Max so he could start work on Mojave's motorcycle. Plus I think he will be glad to give him a little traveling money."
"How did you accomplish that feat?"
"I told him I took a picture of Garrett running Mojave off the road with my cell phone."
"Whoa! Let me see it!"
"I lied. There is no picture."
"Damn, girl. You are one gutsy chick. He didn't ask to see it?"
"No, I told him I was headed to the lawyers to file papers to claim the extra ten million if it could be proven that Garrett was driving drunk again. Threw him for a loop. He would have given me anything at that point in the conversation. Thank you for taking care of Mojave while I tended to business."
"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine and I hope it will be yours soon."
"Felicity stop! Did he take his pain medication after he ate breakfast?"
"He didn't want it. He will take it at night to sleep but he prefers to keep his wits about him while he is awake. Told me the pain isn't as bad today."
"I talked to Dad. He read Mojave's x-rays. Only two ribs have hairline fractures. He should be up and about in two weeks. I am going to check on him. It will take a load off his mind to know his Harley is going to be repaired and he doesn't have to spend a penny. Do me a favor and tell Cheyne to load the truck with Rio's saddle. We will go look for him as soon as I change."
"You are looking pretty hot today. You better button up your blouse before you go in there or Rio may have to wait until tomorrow. Those sore ribs may not stop him."
"He is not interested in me Felicity."
"Don't be so sure about that. He looked pretty disappointed that is was me and not you bringing him breakfast this morning."
"Now, you are hallucinating. Tell Cheyne to be ready to go in about half an hour. I almost forgot we have to make plans for your birthday party. It's only three weeks away."
"I'll my lover to be ready and we can discuss my party tomorrow."
"Felicity, will you behave yourself?"
"Why? You can't have any fun that way!" Felicity went out the back door to look for Cheyne.
Cassie knocked on the bedroom door. "Mojave can I come in?"
"Come on in."
How are you feeling? Felicity tells me the pain isn't as bad today."
"I'm still sore but the ribs feel better."
"Dad called. You only have hairline fractures and just two ribs have those. You will be working on the barn in no time…if you still want to."
"Why wouldn't I want to keep our bargain?"
"I talked to Carl Peters. He wrote me a check to cover the repairs on your motorcycle. He's also offering you something for your pain and suffering."
"How much are we talking about here?'
"I haven't worked that out with him yet but I am sure I can get you a hundred grand, maybe more."
Mojave whistled. "That much?"
"Money is no object as far as Carl is concerned. What ever it takes to make his problems vanish. Do you need anything before I head out to find my wayward horse?"
"Any chance I could get out of this bed for awhile today?"
"I don't see why not. You can move to the living room or maybe sit on the porch for awhile."
"Some fresh air would feel good. Did Max say how long it would take to repair my motorcycle?"
"About four weeks. He has a line on all the parts needed and now he has the money to proceed. You good with that timeline?'
"It's fine with me. I wasn't headed anywhere special anyway."
"I meant to ask. Do you need to call your family? Let them know where you are and that you are okay."
"I should check in with my sister. She worries if I go too long without calling.'
Cassie handed him the cordless phone. "Call her. Talk as long as you like. I need to change. I don't want to run out of daylight."
Mojave looked her up and down. She is a feast for the eyes. She looks amazing in that outfit. I wonder what she looks like out of it. Probably just as amazing. Maybe just maybe…
"I'll be back in a little while. If you need anything Felicity will get it for you." Cassie took a change of clothes and left the bedroom.
Mojave watched her leave. I have known her for two days and I want her so bad I can taste it. He dialed the phone. "Hello Sis. It's me. No, I'm fine. I'm in New Mexico…."
Cassie changed and met Cheyne out by the barn. They drove out to the pasture where Rio was grazing. Cassie got out of the truck and unloaded the saddle, blanket, and bridle. She climbed in the truck bed and yelled at the top of her voice. "RIO! Come big guy!" The wait wasn't long. A bay Arabian stallion came tearing up through the pasture. Cheyne picked up the saddle while Cassie grabbed the blanket and the bridle. She pulled a carrot from her pocket and opened the gate. "How's my handsome fellow? You have a lady friend coming to call and we have to make you shine like a new dime." Cheyne saddled Rio while Cassie put the bridle on. She put her left foot in the stirrup and swung into the saddle. Rio flared his nostrils and pawed the ground. "He's ready Cass! Let him rip!"
Cassie bent over and whispered in Rio ear. "You ready baby?" She started with a walk to warm him up. Then she shouted at Cheyne "Race you home!" She gave Rio his cue and off they went at a gallop. Cheyne followed in the truck at a safe speed. He didn't want to startle horse and rider by passing them. Look at them go. She loves that Cayuse.
Felicity ran into the bedroom. "Hey Mojave can you get up and go to the window?"
"If you give me a hand. What is going on?"
She helped him up and they went to the window at the back of the bedroom. "Felicity who is yelling? Sounds like a cavalry charge."
"Pretty close. It's Cassie and Rio coming in hell bent for leather."
Mojave watched as Cassie came flying up the road, around the house, and past the barn. He lost sight of her after that. Damn what a woman!
Felicity smiled at Mojave. "She is amazing. There is nothing she can't do. Cassie told me you wanted a change of scenery. You want to sit on the porch for a while before supper? I'll give you a hand and we'll take it slow."
Mojave nodded at her. "Yeah, I could do with some fresh air."
"Okay, let's go."
He was waiting for Cassie on the porch after she cooled Rio down and put him away for the night. She smiled at the sight of him sitting there surrounded by pillows that Felicity had put around him. "Does Felicity think you are going to break?"
"She wanted to me to be comfortable.'
"Did she succeed?"
"Yeah, she's been a sweetheart today. Took good care of me."
"Well I'm ready to take over now. You want to go in? Supper is about ready."
"If you'll give me a hand." Mojave stood up slowly and put his arm around Cassie's shoulder. She slipped her arm around his waist and they went into the house. She closed her eyes for just a second. I could stay like this forever.
Cassidy and Felicity fixed up the guest cabin so Mojave could move in. It had been almost two weeks since the accident. Dr. Bauer told him nothing too strenuous for few more days. Felicity was admiring the new bed Cassie bought. "Lord Cassie this bed takes up a lot of space but he wouldn't be too comfortable in anything smaller. He is a lot of real estate."
"That's why I bought it. I should have replaced the old bed along time ago. I don't think anyone could have gotten a good night's sleep in it. We have done a good job. The place looks great. I'll get Mojave and he can move in today."
"You know Cassie if he was my man we would have that bed wore out in about a month."
"Felicity, are going to start that again?"
"I'm just saying what you are thinking."
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Cassie, I see the way you look at him. Cheyne sees it too."
"Don't you think it is a bit crazy to get attached to a man who isn't going to stick around?"
"Give him a reason to stay Cassie. You have nursed for him for two weeks now. I know you care for him. Find a way to let him know. He has feelings for you too. I can see it in his eyes. The way they follow you around the room. He watches your every move like he is trying to burn your image into his brain. I've seen the way he smiles at you when he thinks no one is looking. Don't let him get away."
Cassie sighed deeply. She knew Felicity was right. She was falling in love with Mojave.
Her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh God Felicity what am I going to do? I haven't felt this strongly about a man since Trace but I can't hold on to the wind."
Felicity put her arms around Cassie and hugged her. "Don't worry. I have an inkling everything will work out just fine."
"I wish I had your confidence but I think the situation is hopeless."
"Have a little faith and let nature take it's course. You might be pleasantly surprised."
Felicity is right. I have to make him see how much I care for him before it is too late.
Mojave moved into the cabin and started helping Cheyne with the work on the barn and the fences. Soon he was back to full strength and found he liked life at the ranch. He knew Cassie was the main reason he wanted to hang around. She was no ordinary woman. She was a lady and had a lot of class. He wanted her plain and simple. He never had a problem approaching women. Sometimes they made overtures to him and he never turned them down. He thought about Cassie day and night trying to find the answer. He hoped Cheyne would say something that would give him some insight on how to take the next step. What could he do to claim Cassie as his woman? He knew he needed to do it soon.
Preparations for Felicity's birthday party took two and a half days. Cassie was famous for the parties she gave and she wanted this one to be very special. Felicity was the sister she never had. I wish Cheyne would hurry up and propose to her. On Friday Cheyne and Mojave spent the day directing work crews who were putting up tents, tables and chairs, the stage for the band and a dance floor. Cassie was working in the kitchen and looked out the window to see how things were progressing. All the workmen plus Cheyne and Mojave had removed their shirts as the late morning sun was heating up the day. Mojave picked up a sledgehammer and was pounding a tent stake into the ground. Cassie watched his muscles work as he swung the hammer. Felicity came into the kitchen.
"Cassie…Cassie…Cassie what are you looking at?" She joined Cassie at the window. "Whoa baby! No wonder I can't get your attention. This is the best show in town and we have front row seats! Look at Cheyne and Mojave. I don't know which one is better built."
Cassie turned and looked at Felicity and decided to play along with her. "Oh I do."
"Well it would be a little weird if you were ogling your brother so I guess your vote is cast for Mojave."
Cassie smiled. "Can't put anything over on you can I?"
"Honey, he is so far beyond hot it isn't funny. He is the talk of all the women in town. I can't put my finger on just what it is about him. Is it the hair, the eyes, the voice, the face or his body?"
Cassie sighed. "It is all of the above Felicity. All of the above."
Saturday was a perfect day for a party. Not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was a comfortable seventy-four degrees. The guests were due to start arriving at one o' clock. Cassie was in the backyard showing the caterers where to stage the food. At about eleven she walked over to where Cheyne and Mojave were sitting. "You two better get ready. People will be arriving soon."
Mojave looked at Cassie. "I was just going to go back to my cabin for the evening. I don't want to intrude."
Cheyne put his hand on Mojave's shoulder. "You better go clean up. You are invited to this fiesta. If you don't show up Felicity will come and drag out of your cabin."
Mojave grinned at Cheyne. "Well if you put it like that, I'd better show up. I haven't been to a party in a long time and I don't want to get on Felicity's bad side.'
"Great. Go rest up and we'll see you in at one. You don't have to dress up. Everybody comes casual to these things. You are sitting at our table. You'll get to meet our Mom tonight. See you about one."
Mojave left and Cheyne grabbed Cassie around the waist and lifted her in the air. "Got you a date Sis. I want you to look your prettiest for him."
"Cheyne, you know he is not the least bit interested in me."
"You're wrong Cassie. You don't know how wrong you are. I don't think he realizes how much he talks about you. He can't take his eyes off of you. I want you to wow him tonight."
Cassie gave Cheyne a hug. "I love you little brother."
"I love you too, Sis." He smacked her on her butt. "Get going.'
The guests started to arrive exactly at one. It didn't take long for the party to get started. The band was playing and people were sitting in clusters at the tables. Mojave came around the back of the house and was amazed at the amount of people there.
Felicity saw him and motioned him over to the table. "Damn Cheyne, I think he dressed for Cassie's eyes only. I know she loves those leather pants."
Mojave was dressed in a black long sleeved t-shirt, his brown leather pants, and boots.
"Do I need to be jealous of him Baby?"
"Now Cheyne, you know I only have eyes for you. Wait till you see Cassie. She is gorgeous. I put a French braid in her hair and well, just wait 'til you see her."
Mojave sat down at the table and Cheyne handed him a beer. "Glad you came man."
He smiled at Felicity. "Not sure I had a choice."
Felicity poked Mojave's shoulder." I would have been beating on your door by now."
Just then Cassie came out the back door. She was wearing a denim shirtdress that went to her ankles and black boots. Her hair was braided down her back and she was wearing some of her turquoise jewelry. She had on a squash blossom necklace, a cuff bracelet and couple of rings. When Felicity pointed to her, Mojave turned to look at her, he thought he was going to have to fight for air. How can she be angelic and sexy at the same time? Just as Cassie was about to head to the table she was approached by a good-looking man. He had dark blonde hair and a muscular build. He gave her a hug and they started talking. Cheyne and Felicity watched the change in Mojave's face. He was none too happy. Mojave looked at Cheyne. "Who's the guy Cassie is talking to?"
"That's Heath Mitchell. He is the senior paramedic on the life squad. They grew up together and he has been sweet on her for years. He has been trying to get her to go out with him since…for a couple of years now. She keeps turning him down but he won't give up."
Cassie excused herself and came to the table. She hugged Cheyne and Felicity. Mojave stood up and pulled out a chair for her. He is so ruggedly handsome and so sensual. God help me. She sat down next to him "Can I get you something to drink Cassie?'
"I'll have what you're drinking."
Mojave stood up "I'll be right back." Damn, she drinks beer.
"Cheyne where are Mom and Dad?"
"They are on their way. Dad had an emergency at the clinic. They will be here soon."
Mojave returned with Cassie's beer. "I have something for you Mojave." She pulled a large man's cuff bracelet from her dress pocket. She pushed up his left sleeve a bit and placed it on his wrist. It had a large turquoise cabochon in the center. "This was my grandfather's. I think it was meant for you. It looks great."
He didn't think he could accept it but the look on her face changed his mind. "Thank you Cassie. I will treasure it all the more because you gave it to me and it's a family heirloom." He bent over and kissed her on the cheek.
Cassie blushed and smiled at him. She looked over his shoulder and saw her parents.
She stood up and waved to them. "Mom, Dad, we're over here."
Cassie and Cheyne hugged them, as did Felicity. Dr. Bauer shook Mojave's hand and introduced his wife to him. "Yanaha, this is the young man I was telling you about."
Yanaha shook his hand. "It's nice to finally get to meet you Mojave. She looked at the bracelet his Cassie had given him. "That was my father's bracelet. I am honored that you are wearing it. Cassie told me that you were meant to have it. I agree with her. She said you are Lakota on your Mother's side. I can see it in your face."
"And I can see where Cassie gets her beauty. I'll treasure this gift from your family.'
When nightfall set in the sky was beautiful. The moon was full and the stars were shining. Strings of lights laced through the tents shone brightly. The band started to play a slow song. Heath came through the crowd and asked Cassie to dance. She agreed and he led her to the dance floor. The minute he put his arms around her a low growl can from Mojave's throat. Cheyne sat down next to him. "Mojave, if you put the right positive and negative together you get electricity. Why don't you go get her? Go cut in. She has no interest in Heath. If you'd look into her eyes you would see who she wants."
Mojave stood up and walked to the dance floor. He tapped Heath on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" Heath hesitated but backed away and Mojave stepped in. He puts his arms around her waist and pulled her close and they stayed there for the next two dances.
Cheyne went to the bandstand and asked to make an announcement. He called Felicity to the stage. She joined him wondering what he was up to. "I have been with this woman for almost two years now. My sister Cassidy introduced us. I know I had to get her something special for her birthday this year and I finally hit on the perfect gift." He turned to Felicity and got down on one knee. She put her hands over her mouth. "Felicity will you marry me?" "Yes Cheyne! Oh yes!"
Cheyne yelled at Cassie. "Are you happy now?"
"If you're happy then I am happy. No, I'm ecstatic Cheyne."
He picked up Felicity and kissed her. "Pick a date baby."
Cassie turned to Mojave and hugged him. "It's about time he popped the question."
Cheyne and Felicity came through the crowd and hugged Cassie. "Hey Sis now that we are getting married I was wondering if we could live here at the ranch?"
"You manage the ranch for me. Where else are you would you two live?"
Cheyne shook Mojave's hand and Felicity threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then they disappeared into the crowd of well-wishers.
The party broke up around ten. Some of the guests had long drives ahead of them. Cassie said goodbye to them and talked to her parents for a few minutes. Her Mom looked at her. "I like Mojave. He is a good man."
Her Dad hugged her. "Looks like we have a wedding to plan."
"Looks that way Dad. You and Mom be careful on the drive home."
Cassie looked for Mojave but he was nowhere to be found. She saw a light on in his cabin and made a decision. It's now or never. She turned and went into the house.
She went to her bedroom and got a box from her closet.
Mojave took off his T-shirt and boots. He opened the windows to the cabin to let in the night air. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
It's no use I can't sleep.
He got back up and started to pace the floor. He thought about her in his arms. She is driving me crazy. Running his fingers through his hair he blew out a deep sigh.
He didn't know it but Cassie was about to give him the answer as what to do about what he was feeling.
Cassie undid the braid and brushed her hair. She took off her clothes and opened the box and pull out a lavender silk floor length nightgown and matching panties. It was slit clear up to the thighs and low cut in the front. She put on the panties and gown. She sat down at her vanity and looked out the window at the full moon.
Trace I loved you with all my heart but you're gone and all my love can't bring you back to me. I need to live again not just exist. I know you will understand, I have to move on. She took off her wedding ring and placed it in her jewelry box. Picking up a black lace fringed shawl she wrapped it around her shoulders and headed to the door. She switched on the porch light and looked over to Mojave's cabin. The light was still on and she started down the path toward his door. Mojave saw the lights on at the house and Cassie walking towards to the cabin.
Damn she's coming to me!
Standing in front of the door, raising her hand to knock, Cassie hesitated for a moment. She was taken by surprise when Mojave opened the door; her hand stuck in mid air was now in line with his bare chest.
His gaze held hers captive. The gold flecks in her eyes looked like they were on fire. She feared her legs wouldn't support her under the weight of his stare. He took her left hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed it and noticed her wedding ring was gone. "Your ring?'
"It's time for me to let go of the past. You've helped me see that I need to embrace life again."
He reached down and took her by the wrists and gently pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them.
Cassie felt nervous and excited at the same time. No one had touched her intimately since she lost her husband. She began to tremble as Mojave wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his bare skin. He'd moved his face close to hers and could see her anxiousness. "You're not cold are you?"
"No, I'm fine… I'm just …well…it's been a while and…."
Before she could finish speaking Mojave's lips pressed softly to hers. Cassie closed her eyes and savored the feeling. It was delicate and soft, intoxicating and hot all at the same time. Mojave released her from his kiss. Remaining close but barely touching he examined every inch of her face, her eyes, and her mouth. Cassie, stunned by the quickness of his actions let out a grin. His embrace tightened and she could feel his cock stiffen as he pressed himself against her. Relaxing into him, she smoothed her hands up his chest and around his neck. Her nerves had subsided slightly and she found she wasn't shaking as much. She wanted this, she needed this. It had been too long and she knew this was the man that could help her move on. Mojave's lips where just out of reach, but not for long. Her hands gently grabbed his hair at the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Not an ounce of hesitation met either of them; their kiss was full-on and hard. Cassie sucked on the hard muscle as Mojave pushed in further. A soft groan released from his mouth as she played and suckled on his invading tongue.
Holy cow this man can kiss…. Cassie tried to breathe; pulling her mouth away to catch a breath was difficult as Mojave's assault was keen. His hands became alive and slid down the silky fabric and grabbed at her ass, squeezing her cheeks. He must have been a while without sex because he was almost as needy as she was. Mojave ground his hips into hers as he bent his knees to make better contact. Cassie pulled at the thick locks to give her self some breathing space. His stare made her stomach lurch… the mischievous glint in his eyes charmed her … bewitched even… but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get this man to bed… to see what else he was good at. Mojave's mouth looked so sexy as she stared back at him… the cute curl of his lips at the corners just made him look a little risqué - together with those full sweet lips that promised tender kisses and much more, she could feel herself start to weaken.
God I need to get your pants off… Moving her hands down she let her fingers tease his nipples. The small dusting of hair that covered his chest was soft. I could play with you all night… Cassie managed to drag her fingers from the hard chest muscles that for some reason felt they needed extra attention and smoothed her fingertips down his stomach. She was all fingers and thumbs trying to unfasten the button on his leathers…and finally managed to pry them open. The zipper just needed a little nudge with her finger…revealing a dark line of hairs…that headed south. Whoa! Commando!... Hard flesh revealed itself as her hands pushed open his pants. Holy crap he's massive… Mojave's cock felt heavy as it almost sprang from the restrains of the tight leather. Cassie's eyes grew wider like a kid in a candy store…it must be her birthday! Thick….long…the crown covered with pearls of pre-cum begged for her attention. She wasn't going to disappoint and after she shoved the soft leather down over his ass cheeks she bent down onto her knees. Helping him step out of his pants, he rested his hands on her shoulder to steady himself.
Mojave watched Cassie… her hands slid up his thighs… one hand cupped his balls …Oh yeah… while the other wrapped delicate fingers around the base of his cock. She looked up and he could see her brown eyes staring back at him… full of promise. Still staring at him her lips parted as her mouth made contact with his cock. Fuck! Sucking in a lung full of air sharply his hips bucked against Cassie's touch. She mouthed the wet crown, suckling softly between licks of her tongue that flashed across the tip. Oh I'm in trouble now... Her hand squeezed the thick shaft - in time with her mouth she stroked with propose. Gotta get you off my dick. …but it feels so good… Mojave's hands ran over her head, playing with her hair as her mouth played with his cock. She may have been a widow for a few years but obviously hadn't lost her touch. Her mouth was as soft velvet… her tongue lapped up the pre-cum before her lips puckered around the tip as she pulled her mouth away. Oh thank God!
Mojave bent over and pulled Cassie up off her knees… he almost carried her to the bed, half lifting half pushing…marching her backwards closer. His final lunge raised her off the floor. Falling back Cassie clung onto the huge man as he leaned over her. Mojave's hands worked fast-her face, her neck, her breasts back to her neck, followed by his mouth. Frenzied and almost too passionate, if that's possible, he mouthed her flesh. Cassie's hands where almost as nifty. Roaming in his hair, then down his back, then back up across his shoulders and all the while her body writhed under his weight. Mojave slid his hand down her stomach, past her hips to her thighs… her bare flesh visible between the slits in the gown… soft to the touch. The feel of his large hands creeping up to her ass made her mew. A hard squeeze between his thick fingers being the last chance she got to make any noises 'cause his mouth found hers again. Hot breaths filled her mouth, his breathing was heavy. On the move again Mojave's hand released her sweet cheeks …his fingers danced their way between her thighs, inside her panties…Oh my God! Cassie shivered underneath his touch.
"Mmm…" Mojave moaned, his mouth liberating her lips from his attack "So wet…" His tongue licked across her lower lip, teasing her before slipping into her mouth. Cassie's soft groans spilled out. Her hips twitched beneath his long fingers while they played with her. Without warning Mojave raised his head, he watched Cassie for a brief moment, grinning to himself he knew he could drive her insane…and he'd only just begun.
It was time to get this beautiful woman naked… Mojave tore his fingers away from beneath her underwear. Latching onto the side he gave them a gentle tug…then pulled them down and threw them on the floor. Cassie watched… his eyes looked devilishly wicked as he wandered his hands up her body…over her breast to the thin straps of her nightwear.
"Need to see you naked…" his voice was husky … as he peeled back the soft fabric his eyes flashed across her hard nipples, hard and begging for his tongue. Cassie raised her body slightly off the bed to assist in the removal of her clothing. Her beautiful skin, soft and tanned almost sang out…aching to be touched. They were both naked and beautiful. Mojave's lean and strong body posed as he knelt between Cassie's legs- his cock hard and ready for action glistened at the crown… its need for action obvious. Oh I can't wait to put my cock inside you…
Cassie ran her hands up her stomach and over her breasts, hesitating for a moment, teasing her fingertips over her nipples encouraging Mojave to come and taste them. But his mouth had other plans…his eyes traveled lower and rested between her thighs. Both hands felt their way up her thighs then pushed them apart as he nestled his frame between them. She could feel his hot breaths over her wetness as he lingered, as if waiting, savoring the food before it should be eaten. He pushed his hands underneath her ass, letting his thumbs gently pull her wet flesh apart before his tongue explored slow and deep.
"Nuh!" Cassie's head snapped back against the pillows, her hips bucked involuntarily beneath Mojave's tongue. Holy crap!
Cassie moaned shamelessly-her needs where being attended too and she was going to enjoy the feeling. She knew after her first kiss that his tongue would be able to make her clitoris dance. Something about the way he shoved it down her throat just gave her that feeling. Please don't stop….yes…deeper….God yes! It seemed he was enjoying his feast; no fear of getting his face wet at all….just pushed it right on in there. Cassie was ready to scream the house down, her moans of pleasure resonated around the cabin. Fidgeting uncontrollably she had to have more…not just more tongue…more everything. Reaching her hands to his hair and grabbing a handful she pulled gently. Mojave gave her pussy a final lick all the way up in one swipe before he traveled up to meet her mouth to kiss her. His stubble wet with her juice rubbed against her skin, she loved it, like she loved his tongue. Mojave nudged his knees between her thighs. Hovering over her, his heavy cock rested against her, dripping with excitement. Cassie had wrapped her arms around his massive frame and was now raking her fingers down his back. Pressing her hands and fingertips into his soft ass cheeks she couldn't stop her hips bucking up against him. She had to have him inside her, every inch…deep.
"You want me?" his voice sent shivers down her spine as he breath out the words in a husky whisper. His eyes fixed to hers, waiting for her reply, knowing already what the answer would be but just asked anyway. He wanted to hear her say yes. And she did say yes…but in a needy kind of way
"God yes, I want you!"
Mojave reached his hand down to his cock and nudged it to her waiting pussy. His eyes never left hers… he wanted to see the pleasure in her face when he gave her what she wanted. Pushing inside her slowly…he got what he wanted. First her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks, followed by a gasp for breath…then throaty groans. Yeah baby…you take my cock...
Cassie arched her back and bucked her hips against the heavy man that pleasured her needy body. Her hands had moved up his back; his soft skin felt good and she tried not to scratch his flesh but it was hard to control herself. He was digging deep inside her…expertly. Don't stop…don't stop…please. Mojave's hand was placed at the side of her head, the other by her waist. Nestling his face into her neck he groaned with each stroke. Feels so good… wet… tight.
He pressed hard against her hips filling her completely. He ground himself inside…not withdrawing. …but with small movements…searched for the spot…the spot that would make her scream. "Be still" came the whisper in her ear…his cock nudging her walls… waiting… It was the gasp for breath and cry out of "Yes!" that made Mojave grin to himself… I'm good…
Cassie's breaths became short and she was panting like a dog as he worked his magic. Still only making slight movements he pleasured his woman; she moaned into his neck, biting and nipping – trying to stop herself from making too much noise. But once she started to cum…she just let it out. Quick breaths and pants spilled from her mouth together with "Nuh!...God!...Jeez…Yes!" as her spasmodic vagina gripped his cock. Flinging his head back, he quickened the pace and slammed into her harder and faster…he wasn't far off cuming himself. His own moans began to drown out her mews as she had reached her peak and was now coming down. "Fuck! Nuh!" With force that rattle the headboard against the wall, made the springs on the bed squeak he ground deep and with finality. A last thrust. Deep and hard, causing a final gasp from her before he hung his head beside hers. Groaning and still cursing until the final spasms ceased, his body finally rested.