"Ridin's all in the hips. You know better hips?"
2 Years Earlier
A pair of black dodge pick-up trucks pull into wide parking spots at the back of the lot of the local watering hole and kill the lights. Doors emblazoned with the hooked "Y" of the Yellowstone ranch, open to produce weary wranglers spilling from their insides. Men, tired from a hard week's work, make their way to the entrance. They're exhausted but in a proud, honest way and more than ready to let off a little steam now that Saturday night has presented itself.
Rip Wheeler steps from the driver's seat of the first truck. He habitually adjusts the worn cowboy hat on the top of his head and tugs at the waistband of his jeans. He surveys the outside of the establishment as he waits for his right-hand, Lloyd to join him from the other truck. Together they make their way inside.
The place is crawling with cowboys and women but it doesn't take much for the group of men to gather round a few hightops and order several buckets of cold beer.
Perched on a stool with a bottle in his hand, the Yellowstone foreman chuckles at the antics of his ranch-hands. It isn't often that Rip joins the guys for nights on the town but he'd had a particularly grueling week and wasn't opposed to cutting loose a little. Hell, he thought he might could enjoy the company of a lady tonight if the right one caught his eye. It had been too long.
Tipping his head back, Rip took a pull from the bottle and watched the action in the bar. Even in a place like this, the cowboy had trouble letting his guard down and remained aware of his surroundings. On his second sweep of the dancefloor, he connected with a pair of dark eyes.
The woman was two-stepping with one of the boys from the horse ranch down the road but her face told the story of being too bored. As she continued to make eye contact, her expression seemed to challenge Rip, daring him to coax something more from her.
Her dark eyes held his attention but it didn't take much convincing for him to take in her long dark hair and the darker tones of her smooth skin. She wasn't tall but the cowboy boots she wore added a couple of inches and showed off the muscles in her calves. Traveling back up her legs, Rip appreciated the short black dress she had on and the tightness of her thighs. Rip placed his beer on the table and slapped Lloyd on the back as he made his way onto the floor.
"Ya look bored, hunny."
Rip held his hand open to the woman and heard the cow puncher sigh as he lowered his arms and walked off. She slid her arm up his shoulder as her other landed in his outstretched palm.
"Doubt you can do much better." She rasped out, "But, give it your best." And she rolled her eyes.
Rip chuckled as he pulled her in a little tighter and bent slightly to whisper in her ear.
"Hunny, you don't want my best in front of all these people."
He immediately spun her out of his embrace and drew her back in to the tune of the live band. The girl looked up into his face with surprised pleasure and smiled. The expression didn't take his breath away but he acknowledged that she was a pretty woman. The initial angry, mysterious look worked for her but the smile wasn't about to chase anyone off either.
Rip continued to push the girl around the dancefloor with little conversation. As the song ended, she looked up.
"Buy ya a drink, cowboy?"
Rip nodded and the pair made their way to the bar. She held up two fingers when the bartender approached and he slid a couple of whiskeys down in front of them. Rip raised an eyebrow but took the offered glass. He chuckled when she knocked it back without a wince and ordered two more.
"What's your name sweetheart?"
He threw his drink back and waited for her answer as she took her next shot.
"Avery."
She nodded at him to finish and as soon as he placed his empty glass on the bar, Avery strode by him.
"Let's get some air."
Rip stood there for a few seconds and contemplated his next move. He was the last man in this room that would be taking commands from anyone but damn if he wasn't just a little bit intrigued. He shook his head with the smallest of an upturned grin and headed for the front door.
As he made his way onto the front deck of the bar, he glanced at the parking lot and scanned the area for Avery. He saw her twisting her way through the cars seemingly on a mission. Rip easily caught up to her short strides and questioned her motives when she stopped at the door of an old pickup truck.
"Girl, ya mind tellin' me what's going on in that angry little head of yers?"
In response, the petite woman grabbed two handfuls of Rip's black jacket lapels and pulled him toward her with a force he wasn't expecting. Not missing a beat over his slight stumble, she slammed his lips to hers and leaned back against the truck so that every inch of him was covering every one of hers.
Rip brought his hands up to get some separation from crushing her frame but didn't pull away from the kiss. This was exactly the kind of situation that was primed to ease some of the stress from the week and if this girl didn't want to talk about it first, he was fine with that.
He tipped her head back further with his hand while the other remained flush against the frame of the pick up. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he was met with the bitter taste of the whiskey and the immediate touch of her tongue.
She half moaned, half growled as she hooked an arm around his neck to pull herself up a little. Her other hand gripped the waistband of his jeans to keep his hips anchored to hers and she hooked her leg high on his thigh.
As Rip battled her for control of the kiss, he finally allowed his free hand to travel the length of her body. He skimmed down the front of her chest and palmed the flat expanse of her stomach as he slid it over and down the outside of her hip. Stopping mid thigh, the ranch foreman used little effort to lift the leg she had planted on the ground up and around his waist. He pulled his mouth away from her as she perched just above the hardness that was becoming uncomfortable fast.
Turning toward the back of the lot, Rip palmed her ass over her dress and started walking.
"My truck."
That was all it took to have her attacking the side of his neck. She bent her head towards his ear and bit roughly on the lobe before nibbling her way down to his collarbone. She worked her center over his, enticing his cock to fill with a need that had him straining against his jeans.
At this truck, Rip leaned Avery against the back door as he brought her mouth back to his. Their teeth clashed with the ferocity of the kiss and he slid his hands to the bottom of her dress before he worked them back under it to her ass, exposing her with every inch he uncovered. He palmed both cheeks and squeezed roughly as he thrust his hips into hers.
She gasped at his actions and moaned when his hardness rubbed her core. She unhooked her legs from his waist and allowed them to fall to the ground. When he released her, she stepped to the side of the door so he could open it while she worked on the buckle of his jeans.
With the back door standing open, Avery spun Rip around and pushed him toward the inside while she yanked the zipper down the front of his jeans. She wasted no time slipping her small hand inside the opening and taking a firm grasp of the cowboy's swelling dick. He thrust into her hand and reached for his wallet. He allowed her to continue her strokes while he pulled out a condom before climbing into his truck. He shimmied his jeans and briefs off his hips and she licked her lips when he sprang free.
Taking the condom from Rip, Avery tore it open with her teeth and expertly rolled it down the smooth shaft of his length. Looking into his eyes, she brought her hands to her own hips, still exposed from their walk. He watched as she hooked the small strings of the red thong she was wearing and slid both sides down her legs. She threw it into the truck as she stepped onto the running board.
Rip reached forward as she bent toward him and pulled the front of her dress down. Her small, perky tits popped out and the cinnamon nipples stood at attention. He pinched one as she settled in to straddle his lap.
Looking up into her determined eyes, Rip brought his hands to her hips to help adjust their centers. She had a knee on either side of his hips, naked tits at eye level and a dripping core that he could almost feel the heat from. The head of his straining dick was swollen and slick from precum, reaching to pierce the lips of her hot channel.
She reached down to grip him in her hand as she lined him up at her entrance. She didn't look up when she slammed her gaping hips down, impaling herself with the steel of his member. The cry she let out was almost feral and Rip thought about closing the truck door but was distracted when she raised all the way off of him. He squeezed her thighs with his large, calloused hands, encouraging her to swallow him again. When she slid back on him, Rip leaned his head back with a sigh.
She started gyrating her hips over him, subtly but with a purpose and Rip let her work as he watched her petite tits bounce in front of him. He leaned forward and bit one nipple with just enough force make her movements stutter. She looked up at his dark eyes, under his hat, then positioned both of her hands over his shoulders. With a firm grip, Avery rode Rip for all she was worth.
He used his hands under her ass to aid her movements and thrust forcefully up into her tightness on every downward trip. The extra swirl she put on her hips when their laps connected allowed his cock to brush her throbbing clit and elicited moans that told the tale of how close she was to exploding.
When her moans turned to a more constant hum and her hands on his shoulders slid up to tighten around his neck, Rip knew she was almost there. She dropped her head to his shoulder and he used his forearms to support her weight suspended over him. He jackhammered his rod up into her slick walls and knew when they started contracting around him that it was ok to let loose.
Two more thrusts had Rip groaning with his release just before Avery bit down on his jacket and high-pitch moaned her own pleasure. As the two of them stilled and caught their breaths, they became faintly aware of other patrons beginning to exit the bar.
Avery looked up at Rip and pushed her sweaty hair out of her face. She gently kissed his mouth as she lifted her hips off his slightly erect member. She adjusted the top and bottom of her dress then gracefully slid from the truck.
"Thanks for the dance."
Rip blew air from his mouth as he watched her walk away and got himself put back together. He chuckled a little bit, shook his head, and stepped out of the truck. As he was closing the door, he heard the commotion of his men exiting the bar. They were still laughing and having a good time but it seemed they were ready to head home as well.
Good timing boys, he thought. He half hoped the truck didn't smell too much of sex but then decided he didn't even care. He was gonna sleep good tonight.