WESTERN SURPRISE
POST-SERIES
RATED M
Kate stares in the mirror, examining herself under the harsh fluorescent lights, trying not to let the sudden doubt cause her to walk right out. She knows how attractive she is, has used it to her advantage on the job - and in the bedroom - more times than she can count.
But she's never done anything like this. She hadn't even done any swimsuit or lingerie shoots when she flirted with modeling a lifetime ago.
A sharp knock on the dressing room door tears her from her thoughts, and she slips on the provided robe, ties it in a loose knot before she opens the door.
As soon as Lanie sees her face she pushes herself into the room. "What's wrong?" she asks in a hushed voice.
Kate shakes her head. "Nothing. Let's get this over with."
Lanie crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door, blocking Kate from her escape route. "No," she snaps, lifting her eyebrows. "Did you change your mind? Because we'll walk right out of here and never look back."
Kate shakes her head. "No, it's not that."
"Did the photographer give you bad vibes? He has a great reputation, I even had Javi run him, but-"
"No, Lanie, I-" Kate sighs and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "I've never done anything like this before. A nude shoot? It just feels weird."
"Like I said, if you've changed your mind, we'll leave."
"But you paid-"
"I don't care about that, Kate. But before you decide, let me just remind you that these pictures would make Castle's eyes fall out of his head." When Kate bites her bottom lip, she smirks. "He'll go bonkers."
Kate grins. As usual, her best friend is right. She glances at herself in the mirror, nods for confidence, and reaches past Lanie for the door. "Okay, I'm ready."
She knows exactly when he finds the pictures.
She's in the middle of a meeting at 1PP, trying desperately to stay focused as the Commissioner drones on about crime rates and new uniform patches, when her phone buzzes with a notification.
She has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from grinning when she reads the text, the desperation evident even through his words.
Holy shit.
Playing coy, she fires off a quick reply.
Yes?
She can imagine him rolling his eyes as he responds.
You gotta warn me next time you hide naked pictures in my suitcase. I can't go to a signing with a hard on.
Kate snorts, earning a glare from Gates. "Sorry, Sir," she whispers to her former captain. She slides her phone into her briefcase and turns her attention back to the presentation.
"Jesus Christ, Kate."
Kate chuckles and sits on the bed, puts her phone on speaker as she bends down to slip off her boots. Her photoshoot pictures had arrived just a couple days before Rick left for a two-week book tour, so she'd snuck a few of them into his suitcase.
Judging by the texts she'd been greeted with after her meeting, he had enjoyed the results of her boudoir photoshoot very much.
"You like them?" she almost purrs, tugging off her blouse and reaching for one of his shirts.
Rick groans and she hears a whoosh, as if he fell back on the bed. "Like them?" he almost growls. "I have half a mind to fly you out here for the weekend."
Kate bites her bottom lip and glances at her weekend bag, already packed. "Well, I was going to surprise you-" she starts.
"Another surprise might kill me."
She chuckles. "Let's just say that in a couple days you can show me how much you like them, in person," she husks, the tingle between her legs beginning to grow.
"Kate?"
"Hmm?"
"Turn your video on."
Her breath catches in her throat at his commanding tone, and she climbs onto the bed, reclines against her pillows before doing so. When his face appears on her screen she can't help but notice his bare shoulders, and she can see his shoulder flexing, realizes that he's already stroking himself.
His eyes darken as they roam over her face. "Is that my shirt?" he rumbles.
She nods.
"Hmm. Okay."
"Do you want me to take it off?"
"No." He shakes his head. "I want you to keep it on. Does it smell like me?" He nods when she does. "Good. Are you still wearing your pants?"
She has to squeeze her thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure. Her arousal is growing, soaking her panties, and she trails her free hand down her torso to sneak under her skirt. "I'm not wearing pants," she gasps when she touches herself through her underwear.
Rick groans. "God, you're wearing a skirt? Pull it up, Kate. Around your hips."
She extracts her hand and does as he says, and she sighs when it allows her to spread her legs and give her more room.
"Touch yourself, Kate. Through your underwear," he clarifies. "And flip the camera. I want to see."
She does, and when she brushes her fingertips against her swollen clit she gasps. Her head falls back and the hand holding her phone drops to her side.
"Kate, your phone."
She manages to lift it and refocus it between her legs. A glance at her screen shows her husband's intense gaze, his arm moving faster, the telltale sound of his hand stroking his cock audible over his heavy breaths.
She sets her phone back down long enough to tug off her underwear, his objection dying on his tongue when she points the camera back.
She struggles to keep her phone steady as she slicks her fingers through her folds, drawing her arousal out, circling her finger around her clit. Her hips lift and she hears Rick grunt, his wet strokes quickening.
"Let me watch," she manages to gasp, recognizing the set of his jaw, a telltale sign of being close to orgasm. He pauses just long enough to flip the camera, and she can't help but gasp when his cock fills the screen.
They've had sex more times than she can count, but she never gets tired of seeing him. She wishes she could touch and taste him, and as he lifts his hips, his fist a blur, she buries her fingers as deep as she can, and tries to pretend he's inside her.
Her name falls from his lips as his hips jerk and his release coats his stomach, his hand curled around his cock.
She can't hold her phone anymore and it falls to the bed as she arches into her touch, her hand joining the other between her legs. Somehow she manages to stay aware enough of her surroundings to be vocal so Rick can hear her.
His voice cuts through the fog of arousal and she opens her eyes, glances down at her phone, sees his face on the screen again. She picks up her phone and flips the camera so her face is visible.
He smiles. "There we go. Now I can watch you come."
She shifts to the side so she can prop her arm on his pillow, and she trails her fingers back through her arousal, her eyes fluttering shut. She slides her fingers inside her again, pumping slowly, twists her arm so she can rub the heel of her palm against her clit.
Her hips lift into her touch, and she can feel herself climbing towards her climax, her husband's low voice encouraging her, talking her through it.
"Come on, baby," he rumbles, "you're so close. God, I can hear you, how fucking wet you are."
Her head falls back as she lets his words wash over her, as she loses herself in her pleasure. She's almost there, but still, her orgasm eludes her.
It's not enough. Her own touch, her husband's voice, watching him climax all over himself, it isn't nearly enough.
"I can't," she gasps, withdrawing her hand and turning to look at him. "I need more. I need you."
"A few days, love," he assures her. "We won't even leave the room."
A frustrated curse falls from her lips. "I can't wait," she admits, almost a whine. "Fuck, I wish you were here."
He smirks. "Me too."
She mutters another curse and twists around, reaches for the box in her nightstand. She grabs her favorite vibrator and she trails it through her arousal, sees the recognition wash over Rick's face when she turns it on.
She teases her clit with the bulbous head before pressing it against her entrance, gasps as she pushes it inside her. It's still no substitute for her husband's cock, but when she positions it to also stimulate her clit and turns it on high, she gasps at the sensation, at the low growl from the pillow next to her.
She arches as the silicone fills her, the vibrations coursing through her, and soon, it's enough. She finally - finally - falls over the edge, the waves of her orgasm crashing over her, her legs trembling as she comes with a cry.
It becomes too much and she tugs the vibrator from between her legs, drops it to the bed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
From her phone she hears a moan fall from her husband's lips, the familiar wet stroking, a final grunt and curse as he brings himself to a climax once again.
"Jesus," he gasps, meeting her gaze on the screen after he catches his breath. "Bring that vibrator this weekend."
She chuckles and shifts to her side, her eyes roaming across his face. "Should I bring my cowboy hat, too?" she teases. "Recreate some of the pictures?"
Rick's nostrils flare and he narrows his eyes. "Or take more," he growls.
Kate grins, then covers her mouth when a yawn sneaks up on her. "I should clean up," she sighs, well aware of the rapidly drying stickiness on her thighs.
Rick glances down and winces. "Same. Have you eaten yet?"
"No. Should probably do that, too."
"Tell you what, you go take a nice, long bath," he suggests, his voice dropping, "and I'll have something delivered in a couple hours. What are you in the mood for?"
"You," she blurts before she can stop herself.
He chuckles. "Soon, love. Soon."
She can tell the moment he knows she's there. She'd left her bag in the living area on purpose, so he wouldn't have a heart attack when he'd spot her.
His footsteps stop just after she hears the door click shut, and the silence is followed by two loud thuds - probably his shoes falling to the floor - and then quickly approaching steps.
"What are you do-" The words die in his throat when he reaches the door, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, feels her face flush as his gaze travels down her almost bare body.
"You're early," he manages after a long moment.
Kate quirks her brow and smirks at the slack look on his face. She tips her cowboy hat. "I changed my flight."
"I didn't get a notification." Rick digs his phone from his pocket and glares at the screen. "That's weird."
"Really?" Kate smirks. "We haven't seen each other in five days, I'm naked save for this hat, and you're going to worry about a missing flight notification?" she teases, her hands on her hips.
Rick looks up from his phone and seems to realize what she's saying, and he narrows his eyes, throws his phone on the chair in the corner, and closes the distance between them in a few long strides. His hands cup her face and he covers her mouth with his, his tongue tangling with hers, his hands holding her head still as they ravage each other.
She loops her arms around his neck and pulls herself to her toes, pressing her body flush to his. When her sensitive nipples brush against the soft flannel of his shirt she moans and trails her fingers through his hair. She tugs her mouth from his with a gasp when his large palm cups her ass and he tugs her groin against his.
He curls his fingers around her thigh, and he walks her backwards, lowers her to the bed, fuses his mouth to her neck.
Her legs part, offering him a place in the cradle of her hips, and she arches into him, cups the back of his head. When his hips grind into hers, the hard bulge of his erection pressing into her through his jeans, she gives his hair a light tug until he looks at her.
"Take off your clothes," she husks, lifting her hips into his, scooting back against the headboard and putting her hat on the nightstand as he climbs off the bed.
Her eyes follow the path of his hands as he unbuttons his shirt, and her tongue darts out to run across her bottom lip when he drops his shirt on the floor. His belt is next, but before he unzips his jeans he pauses.
"All of my clothes?" he teases in a low voice. When she narrows her eyes he chuckles and shoves his pants and boxers to the floor.
She drops her gaze to his erection, hard and proud, and she scoots down onto her back, reaching for him as he approaches her.
"Did you bring it?" he asks.
She lifts her brows. "Are you saying I'll need a vibrator right now?"
His face flushes and he kneels between her legs, running one palm up her thigh, his other wrapped around his cock. "Hell no," he almost growls. "It's for later." He trails his cock through her folds, coating himself in her arousal before prodding her entrance.
She locks her ankles at his ass, encouraging him, and he sinks into her, stills with a loud, stuttering sigh. He almost always starts slow, giving her time to adjust - and, sometimes, to prevent himself from an early climax - and usually she doesn't mind.
Not this time.
She trails her hands down his sides to his ass and gives him a squeeze, and he takes the hint, starts to pound his hips into hers. After a few rough strokes he withdraws, but her displeasure dies on her tongue when he grabs a pillow and tucks it under her hips, the angle more comfortable for both of them.
Their moans fill the room when he slides into her again, and this time he doesn't hesitate, instead sets a punishing pace that has her gasping and crying out his name. Her hands fall to the bed and she grips the sheets, arches, her limbs starting to tremble with her approaching climax.
His fingers find her clit and he circles it, pushes her over the edge. A gasp falls from her lips as she spasms around him, but he doesn't follow as she expects, somehow manages to hold off his climax even as he quickens his thrusts.
His mouth drops to her chest and he finds her breasts, tugs a nipple between his teeth before laving it with his tongue. One orgasm rolls into two, and she curls her arms around his back, nails digging into his shoulders as she shatters again.
He tears his mouth from her breast, and he meets her dark gaze with his, drops his forehead to hers as he buries himself deep and shudders with his release, his hips eventually stilling, his head falling to her shoulder.
She'll need to get up eventually but for now, she just runs her fingers through his hair and enjoys his body on hers, their breaths slowing in unison.
God, she'd missed him. He'd been gone less than a week, but it feels longer.
After a minute his shoulders tremble under her touch, and she frowns and gives him a nudge. When he looks up at her she sees the telltale crinkles around his eyes, and she finds herself grinning along with him.
"What's so funny?"
He props himself on one elbow and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's like the beginning of our relationship," he laughs. "You can't go more than a few days without jumping me."
She rolls her eyes and pinches his earlobe. "Oh please," she teases. "You were as desperate as me."
"We're equal opportunity jumpers."
She laughs out loud, then nudges him again. "Get up, I gotta pee."
When she returns from the bathroom he's under the covers, arms crossed behind his head, a very satisfied look on his face. She slides in next to him and snuggles into his side, drapes one leg over his.
"You hungry?" he asks when her stomach rumbles.
She presses a kiss to his chest and rests her cheek on his shoulder. "I could eat," she admits. When he moves to get up, she shakes her head and wraps her arm around his waist, holding him to her. "In a minute."
"So," he says after a long silence, "do you have more pictures from that shoot?"
She smiles against his skin. "Why, Rick?" she purrs, swinging her leg over his and straddling his lap, "you really think you can handle more of me wearing nothing but a cowboy hat?"
Rick clears his throat and drops his gaze to her chest as he nods. "Fuck yes."
"Should I do more?"
He opens his mouth to answer, but hesitates. "On one hand, yes. But I also don't like the idea of another man seeing you naked."
"Oh, the photographer is gay," she explains. "He does these shoots for a living, and besides, Lanie checked him out."
"Lanie - wait, did she gift you the shoot?"
"Technically it was a gift for both of us, but yes."
He grins. "Remind me to thank her." He reaches towards the nightstand and grabs the cowboy hat, places it firmly on her head. "Maybe we can take some together," he grumbles after he stares at her for a long moment.
She feels her face flush and she leans down to brush her mouth to his. "I can't wait."
-FIN-