Mojave Wind – Chapter Two
Mojave waited until his cock went soft. He pressed his hands on the mattress and began to lift his body off of hers. Her response was to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him fast. "Not yet." She whispered.
I've never had a woman want me like this. "Baby, I don't want to crush you."
"I'm fine, just a few more minutes." She nuzzled and nipped at his neck.
A low moan came from the back of his throat. Damn lady, you can turn it on in the bedroom. "You win, I surrender."
After a few minutes he rolled over taking her with him so they lay face to face. "Excuse me for a moment. Nature calls."
She watched him rise and head for the bathroom. "I think it's calling me too. You go first. Women always take longer in the bathroom than men."
"What do you women do in there anyway?"
"We are usually primping for our men folk."
"I'll be right out. Never been one for primping."
You don't need to. You're freaking perfect. Cassie stretched and got up. She picked up her nightgown, panties, and shawl and draped them over the chair in corner of the room. She went to the window and stared at the full moon. She felt his warmth seeping between her thighs. Mojave came out of the bathroom to see her naked body bathed in the moonlight. He glanced at the small of her back. She had a small eagle feather tattooed there. Fucking A! That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She turned around, smiled at him, and moved toward the bathroom. As she walked passed he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. "Hurry back."
"I'll keep the primping to a minimum." She giggled as she closed the bathroom door. Damn, did I just giggle? He's going to think I'm so silly. She flipped the light on and took care of the urgent matter first. She looked in the mirror and saw that her make-up was smeared. I need to wash my face. Better no make-up than to look shabby. She turned on the hot water and plucked a towel from the rack. She dried her face and hands, checked her appearance in the mirror and turned out the light. The moon had move higher in the sky and the room was flooded with a soft pale light. Mojave was dozing and Cassie sat down in the chair so she could feast her eyes on his naked body. He is the most physically beautiful man on planet earth. After about ten minutes of pure indulgence she stood up and pick up her nightgown. I should go back to the house so he can sleep. Damn, I don't want to leave. She slipped her nightgown over her head when Mojave stirred and looked at her.
"What are you doing?" He stretched his arms over his head.
"I didn't want to disturb you. I thought I'd go back to the house so you could sleep."
He got up and walked over to where she stood. "Take off your gown." She did as he asked. He swept her off her feet and carried her back to bed. He gently laid her down and climbed in beside her. "You are not going anywhere woman. You are exactly where you belong. Keeping me warm. I won't be able to sleep if you leave." He looked deep into her eyes. "Please stay." She nodded and kissed him softly on the lips. He lay on his back; she turned on her side facing him. He put his arm around her back and traced her body with his fingers until they fell asleep.
Cassie woke at first light. She blinked rapidly trying to adjust her eyes to the sunlight. She yawned and stretched. Mojave's arm was still around her back. She ran her finger down his cheek. We made love! It wasn't a dream. I would have wanted to sleep forever if it had been a dream. She looked at the clock on the dresser. It was only seven. She began to kiss Mojave on the neck. Traveling down the left side of his chest she teased his nipple with her tongue. Mojave moved slightly, brushed his hair back with both hands, and looked down to see Cassie waking him up with her tantalizing mouth. He tugged on her shoulders. "Yes, what can I do for you Mojave?"
"Come up here and kiss me for starters." She complied with his wish.
"Good morning Mojave. Are you hungry?"
"Good morning Brown Eyes. What did you have in mind?"
"Breakfast. Food. Does steak and eggs sound good? I am starving…did you just call me Brown Eyes?"
"I heard Cheyne call you that one day. It suits you."
"Brown Eyes has been my nickname since I was a girl. My whole family uses it. All the people I love that is."
"I'd like to call you by your nickname. It's special to you and your face lights up when you hear it."
"It would please me very much if you did."
"Cassie, I have something to tell you. Mojave is my nickname. My given name is Robert Wolf. I don't trust many people with that bit of information. I had a run in with the law awhile back. I trust you Cassie. You took me into your home and made me part of your family. No questions asked. No one has ever done that for me."
"It will be our secret. Just between you and I. Besides I like calling you Mojave. We can talk about all that later. When you are ready. Now about our breakfast? Are you up for steak and eggs? I'll cook everything and bring it back here. Okay?"
Mojave kissed her lightly on the lips. "No. It's my turn to come to you."
Cassie dressed in her nightgown and shawl. She went out the cabin door twirling her panties on her finger and the sound of Mojave chuckling at her as she left. As she went up the path toward the house Cheyne came from around back and saw Cassie leaving Mojave's cabin. He ducked behind the shrubs so she couldn't see him. "Atta girl, Sis, way to go." He turned and headed back to the barn. We can forget the chores for today. I think Mojave could use a day off. Wait till I tell Felicity this bit of news. They will hear her shouting for joy in the next county.
Cassie entered the house and went to her bedroom. She took off the nightgown and put on her oversized red and black flannel shirt. I wonder if he will remember this shirt. She reached into her underwear drawer for a clean pair of panties and put them on. On her way to the kitchen she stopped and opened her purse. Taking out the spare house key she put it in her shirt pocket. I have gone this far might as well take it to the next level. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Now for breakfast! Reaching into the refrigerator, she pulled out the eggs and bison steaks. She went into the pantry and came back with a canister of grits. "Let's see, scrambled eggs, grits, and the steaks. That should be enough. I wonder if he will want toast?" She broke eight eggs into a bowl, poured in some half and half, salt and pepper, and beat them with a whisk until they were smooth. Turning on the burner underneath the stovetop grill, she seasoned the steaks and waited for the grill to get hot. She put a skillet for the eggs and a saucepan for the grits on the stove. I think I'll set the table. She set out the plates and silverware. Reaching into her shirt pocket she put the key in the middle of Mojave's plate. Just then she heard him knock on the door. "It's open!" Mojave came into the kitchen. He was wearing a snug pair of black jeans and a white v-neck tee shirt. She went weak in the knees at the sight of him. He took her in his arms and kissed her. "I see your shirt does double duty. Looks pretty sexy no matter what you are doing in it."
"Thank you. I wore it just for you." Cassie wrinkled her nose at him.
He sniffed the air. "What are we having? It smells great."
"Scrambled eggs, bison steaks, and grits. Would you like toast too?"
"You feeding a third world country? Okay if we skip the toast and double up on the grits?"
"Extra grits it is. Why don't you sit down and I'll get breakfast on the table. Sit at the head of the table. What do you want to drink? Let me guess, beer?"
"How about a big mug of coffee. I smell it brewing. Anything I can do to help?"
"No. You sit down. Everything is under control." Cassie put the eggs and the grits in bowls. She picked up a pair of tongs and turned the steaks on the grill. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he sat down. He picked up the key. "Brown Eyes, what lock does this key open?"
The one to my heart. "It's the house key. I thought that it might, you know, be easier, um, if you had a key. That way…" Boy I'm messing this up big time! Just get to the point. All he can say is no. "I thought it might be easier if you moved your belongings in here.
Your decision, no pressure."
He smiled as she fumbled over her words. "Are you sure Cassie? Are you very sure?"
She met his eyes head on. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."
"I'll pack my things after breakfast. You have room in your closet and an empty dresser drawer or two?" He pocketed the key.
Cassie turned back to the stove and breathed a silent sigh of relief. "There is plenty of room for your things." She carried the bowls of eggs and grits to the table and went back for the steaks and the coffee. He began to eat like it was his last meal on earth. "I thought you might be hungry."
"Who taught you how to cook? This is damn good." He cut a piece off his steak and put it in his mouth.
"My Mother. She's an excellent cook. I'll have to make you some traditional Native American dishes."
"I would enjoy that. I miss good home cooking." He started on his grits.
Cassie finished her food first. "If you don't mind I'm going to take a shower. Someone got me all sweaty last night and as much as I hate to wash his scent from my body it has to be done eventually. You take your time and I'll be back in a few minutes." She gave him a kiss and headed to the bedroom undoing the buttons on her shirt as she walked. When she reached the doorway she called his name. "Mojave." When he turned his head to look her direction she slipped out of the shirt and dropped it to the floor leaving her body almost naked. Wearing nothing but a pair of panties and that sexy tattoo right above her firm little ass. Mojave almost choked on his food. She chuckled and went into the bedroom.
Damn, she is something else! Mojave heard the shower running. He got up from the table, picked up her shirt and held it to his nose inhaling deeply. He followed her, peeling his tee shirt off as he walked. As I recall there is a lot of room in that shower. Room enough for two.
Cassie hadn't got into the shower yet, she had been in the linen closet getting some fresh towels…as she turned to jump in…she was startled; she didn't hear Mojave come in. He had his back to her and was just peeling off his jeans…bending over and removing them completely, he was buck-naked. I've never seen a more rounded ass on a man… When he turned to face her, his cock was already half erect. He ran his hand over his semi-stiffness and grinned.
"Thought you might need some help scrubbing your back" He stared at her with a look that could have floored her as he continued to move his hand up and down his shaft.
Cassie stared, unable to speak-there was something so provocative about a man touching himself that she couldn't resist. As she stepped closer he moved backwards…with his free hand…he motioned with his finger to come closer. When she almost reached him, he got into the shower. Cassie waited at the cubicle entrance, watching.
Warm water drenched Mojave; he had started soaping himself, and didn't miss anywhere while he teased Cassie with his stare. He looked good wet-fine skin, firm body and not an ounce of flab to be seen anywhere. Cassie watched his hands as they cleaned his body; he kept giving himself a slow deliberate stroke once in a while, just to keep her interested. It was working. Entering the cubicle Mojave's mouth gave a sexy smile.
"Can't resist me can you?" He joked, still stroking his erection.
"Nope, I guess you have me under your spell" Cassie ran her hands over his soapy chest before heading lower.
"I didn't do anything" Mojave leaned back against the tiled wall, his eyes fixed at Cassie's and he gave her that, "but I'm innocent" look.
Cassie laughed; he was extremely cute when he was playful – but it was her turn to tease. She gave her lover a "two can play at that game" kind of look and smoothed back her water drenched hair with her hands…stretching up her arms she leaned her head back. Accentuating her movements she arched her spine, letting her breast protrude beneath the water splashes. Mojave let out a quiet groan, his hand still stroked his hard cock. Cassie gave him a glance. She could play, he liked that. With his free hand he touched his fingertips to her nipple and Cassie moved closer. Resting her hand on his hard chest muscle she moved in for a kiss. Mojave bowed his head to greet her; the water sprinkled their faces as their lips came together. She leaned her body against his, his cock pressed against her belly and he freed it from his clutches as he reached around to grab her ass. Cassie ground her hips in a slow deliberate movement against Mojave, replacing his hand with her body; she wanted to keep him stiff. Her ass needed the attention of both of his hands. As he squeezed her cheeks beneath the warm trickle of water that ran over her firm ass, Mojave bent his knees to press his cock against Cassie's sweet spot.
Cassie groaned into Mojave's mouth. She responded to his touch and continued grinding herself against him. Managing to release his lips from hers she let out another quiet moan. You drive me crazy. Mojave raked his lips across the side of her face. His mouth rested close to her ear "You like that babe?" Cassie's response wasn't with words. Taking hold of his hair and pulling him, she swung around and leaned against the wall. "I want you" she whispered as she grazed her mouth over his. Her tongue flicked inside his open mouth before she pressed her lips over his.
Mojave leaned into the kiss, it was deep, passionate and sending him to Nirvana. He wanted this woman so bad; he hadn't been like this for a long time with anyone. She just seemed to ring his bell. Letting go of her exquisite ass Mojave brought both hands round to her waist. He nudged her legs apart and lifted her by her, then pinned her to the wall with his hips. Cassie's arms reached around his neck, clinging onto him as if he were her world…and he was…she was so into this man. She locked her legs around his hips; he was strong and hardly used any effort to support her. As she braced her legs around him he could free his hands and slipped one down to cup her ass while the other stayed around her waist. His cocked slid along her wetness; Cassie reached her hand between their bodies and nudged him inside her as he thrust deep into her. Her gasp echoed around the walls of the cubicle. Mojave groaned deep and low in his throat between thrusts, she felt good, hot, wet.
Cassie leaned her head back, God you're killing me… Mojave's powerful body slammed into her, relentless, his need pressing. His open mouth roamed across her collar bone, teeth scraped across her flesh as his voice spilled across her skin. His moans were becoming louder – her body felt amazing, warm and heated. Cassie's movements were restricted; he had her pressed so hard against the wall she could hardly breathe. Grabbing his hair she pulled his head back to look at him. "Change position? Let me down" she finished her sentence with a suck of his lower lip. Mojave responded and released her from his vice-like grip. Pulling away caused both of them to sigh but Cassie didn't waste any time. Leading him out of the cubicle she turned leaned against the cabinet in the room. The mirror was slightly steamed up but she could still see Mojave move closer behind her. Placing his hands on her hips he squeezed his cock between her ass cheeks then into her wet pussy. Cassie rested her elbows on the cabinet counter; she still watched him behind her, his mouth partly open and his eyes watching her ass. Closing her eyes briefly to enjoy the moment, she was so happy. He filled her completely. His skilful style managed to hit all the right places and it drove her insane. Mojave kneaded her cheeks with his fingertips; he was still watching his cock sliding into her and teased her flesh apart gently to get a good view. Sucking on his lower lip he was getting excited-he liked to watch, there was something satisfying about watching yourself give pleasure, and he sure did that. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes he tried to slow down his climax, he was close. Cassie kept pushing harder and faster against his cock, she must be almost ready herself, deciding to help her he moved a hand around to her pussy. His index finger slid easily between her folds. She groaned out loud and reached her hand to the mirror. Her legs started to tremble. Within seconds her orgasm began, muscles tightened and suddenly her body convulsed as the shock waves pulsed through her. She watched Mojave in the mirror, he watched her too, and their eyes never left each others. Mojave let out a loud groan and pushed her hard against the counter, his climax hit him hard. The tension had been building and there was just no way to keep it under control. His face contorted he still didn't let his gaze move from Cassie's. Her hand was still pressed against the mirror, seemingly on his chest as the final blow of her orgasm subsided. Mojave let out a final grunt; his hips jutted hard one last time, filling her with his juice.
They were both out of breath. Cassie looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and she was a little dizzy from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She laid her head on the counter and tried to calm her breathing. Mojave wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her close to his chest. He bent low to whisper in her ear. "You are incredible Brown Eyes. Where have you been all my life?"
"I was thinking the same thing about you. You have lovemaking down to an art form."
"And you are the perfect canvas."
Cassie stretched under his caress. "I need another shower. Care to join me? This time I'll wash your back. If you behave yourself I'll dry you off and give you a nice massage."
Mojave almost purred his response. "That sounds wonderful angel. Lead the way."
They finished their shower and Cassie dried Mojave's body slowly and gently. She kissed him on the shoulder. "Go stretch out on the bed and I'll be right in." She opened a cabinet and found a bottle of massage oil. She put on a bra and panties and walked to the bed. He was lying on his stomach waiting for her. She straddled his hips, flipped open the cap on the bottle, and poured a small amount of oil on her hands. Rubbing the oil on his neck and shoulders she began to move her hands in a circular motion across his shoulders and the nape of his neck. She slid her hands up and down his back and spine. Pressing deeply into his muscles she felt him relax under her touch. "Mmmmmmm." Mojave moaned as he welcomed the gentle but firm caress of her hands. "You give a whole new meaning to the phrase magic fingers. This feels so good." He yawned. "I'm going to fall asleep if you don't stop soon."
She placed a light kiss on his back. "You take a nap. I'm going to get dressed and head to the barn. I have to feed and water Rio. He needs a good brushing too. Rest my warrior. I'll be back in awhile." She got up and covered him with the sheet.
Mojave looked at her thorough half hooded eyes. "I think I take you up on your offer."
Cassie walked into the bathroom to wash the oil from her hands. When she came back he was dead to the world. Kissing him on his cheek she stood and observed him for a few minutes. What am I going to do? I'm falling in love with the wind. Pulling on her jeans, tee shirt, and boots she made her way to Rio's barn.
She opened the bottom half of the dutch door to the barn and Rio greeted her with a nicker. She walked to his stall and patted him on the neck. "How are you doing Rio? I'm sorry to be late." Picking up his brush and unlatching the stall door she began to brush him. Finishing up she slipped on his halter and opened the back door of his stall so he could graze in the pasture. Cassie cleaned his stall, replenished his hay and water. She picked up a stool and sat outside enjoying the sunshine and watched Rio nibble on grass.
Mojave woke up from his nap. He sat up and shook his head brushing his black hair out of his face with his hands. He called out "Cassie!" but there was no answer. Must be down at Rio's barn. Think I'll join her. He dressed, picked up a quilt from the bed, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, and walked outside. He used the key she gave him to lock the front door. Mojave threw the quilt over his shoulder and walked down to the barn. He came through the door. "Cassie? Where are you Brown Eyes?"
She came in from the pasture door and smiled when she saw him standing there. Damn, he is way too sexy for his own good or for mine now that I think about it. "I thought you might sleep for awhile."
He spread the quilt over a pile of hay and shot her a very seductive look. "Lonely in that big bed by myself so I came looking for you." Twisting the caps off the beers he handed her one and sat down on the quilt. Mojave patted the other side of the quilt and Cassie sat down beside him.
She took a drink of her beer. "I'm surprised you came down here. I thought you preferred steel horses."
"I don't mind being around horses. I'm not keen on riding them. Took a bad spill when I was a boy. That is when I discovered I couldn't fly plus I like soft landings, not hard packed earth."
Cassie nodded at him. "I understand. I have been tossed off a few times myself. I broke my right arm when I was ten when my horse tripped. I flew but it was a short flight and it was straight down. Since I am left-handed I didn't miss much school." She put down her beer and lay down on the quilt. "This is nice. I could stay here for the rest of the day."
Mojave looked at the woman lying next to him. Brown Eyes, I am falling in love with you but I have nothing in this world to offer you. He stretched out by her side, put his arms around her and kissed her which such passion it took her breath away.
Cassie reached her hand around Mojave's neck, pulling him, not wanting to let him remove his mouth from hers. She wanted him naked against her body. He must have read her mind, he tugged at her t-shirt, pushing it over her breasts, and between them they managed to throw it off. Cassie's hands were frantic to get off his shirt too, needing to feel his warm naked body close to hers; it was an all out fight to see who could each others clothes off first. His fingers quickly unfastened the button on her jeans before sliding down the zipper. Eager to assist, she pushed the tight denim over her hips. Pushing Mojave onto his side she quickly unfastened his jeans, like a crazy kid trying to open her birthday gift, she pulled at the fabric – trying to get it open. Both Mojave and Cassie seemed desperate to get to each other, it had only been a short time since their last embrace and yet they were as rampant adolescents.
Cassie pulled off Mojave's boots so that she could remove his jeans; their fumbling to get each other naked was making them flustered. Laughing and giggling, they managed to remove almost all of their clothing, only Cassie's panties remained. He truly was a sight to behold; his muscular body lay back on the blanket, naked. Her eyes were all over him, but most of the time they rested at his cock, his extremely hard and large cock. She let out a grin as her eyes met his, he just smirked back with that look..Yeah, you want me so bad it hurts. She leant forward to kiss him; his mouth was so enticing…those succulent lips and that amazing tongue. Her tongue licked across his lips, he didn't move. She watched his eyes; they were full of devilment and wild promises. The soft touch of her breast grazed across his skin as she pressed herself closer, kissing him harder. Covering his mouth with hers, her tongue slipped inside to explore. He responded by sucking gently, then without warning grabbed at her and rolled her over. Lying on top of her he was able to drive her senseless, something he enjoyed. Starting at her neck, he dragged his lips all over her body-her face, her mouth, her throat….moving down to her breast for a brief flick of his tongue before moving across to the other. Bracing himself on his forearms he suckled at each nipple in turn, moving his head from one to the other. His tongue teased her nipples so expertly she thought she would die. Moving his mouth round to the side of her body he trailed a line of kisses all the way down to her stomach. Nipping softly, he left pink marks as he moved to the next fresh piece of skin. Cassie ran her hands through his hair, as if to guide him where she wanted kissing next. He moved slowly across her stomach down to her mound. Her underwear was in the way but he just continued down, sucking through the delicate lace at her wetness. His teeth caught the delicate fabric and started to pull it away, moving his hand down to assist, he removed her panties. Nestling his body between her thighs and placing his hands underneath her, he cupped her ass. Raising her to his mouth, he pushed his tongue deep inside. Cassie let out a whimper…his tongue is amazing. Mojave licked and suckled every inch of her wetness, he was driving her insane. Her body started to twitch as the first signs of her climax started. He continued to lick her expertly while her moans filled the barn.
Catching her breath, Cassie stretched out beneath Mojave. He had removed his exquisite muscle and had made his way up to her face, where he stared hard into her eyes. Wet lips rested within kissing distance of her mouth but he waited. With his husky deep voice he breathed into her mouth "Do you want me Cassie? Do you want me deep inside you? Want me to make you moan until your voice is hoarse?" He raked his teeth across her cheek; his hot breath tickled her skin and sent shivers through her.
"I want you, every inch…and your tongue…and your hands…."
Mojave had settled between Cassie's thighs, his cock brushed against her and caused her to shiver. Moving his hips slowly, he pressed against her with purpose, gliding his cock between her thighs across her wetness but without pushing inside. Cassie groaned and arched her back…her need was great, he was driving her crazy and she wanted to feel him inside her so badly. His eyes never left her…he took some perverse pleasure in teasing her as he watched her face contort while she whimpered beneath his teasing. Cassie tried to maneuver him inside her, wiggling her hips and rubbing herself against him like a wanton whore. But he wouldn't give her what she wanted.
"Hmm…you're so wet….you want me don't you babe?" Mojave nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing the words softly in her ear.
"Yes, I need you, don't tease me….I want you…now"
Cassie reached her hands to his ass and tried to pull him inside while she coiled her hips. He let out a wicked snicker as he pulled back, not giving in to her lust. Mojave pushed himself up off his arms and sat back on his knees. He cast his eyes all over her writhing body….she was in desperate need…it excited him so much he would have to calm himself else it would be over before it started. Cassie raised her hands to her head and pushing her hair back arched her back. It was too much to resist for Mojave…her body exposed so openly drove him to the brink…He lurched forward, arms resting either side of her shoulders. Cassie grinned and reached her hands to his chest before moving them down to hold his cock, then nudged it to her, waiting for him to push against her. His eyes watched hers as he slid himself inside, her mouth opened and she let out a soft groan. Mojave groaned low in his throat, the feeling was wonderful…wet…tight…perfect.
Rising up her knees Cassie pulled against her lover's ass. She wanted him deeper. The soft hay beneath the blanket was making a perfect mattress for their lovemaking. Mojave pushed hard and with purpose, the muscles in his ass clenched tightly while he ground himself into her. Cassie whimpered louder, her nerves endings were on fire…Oh my God I can't breath… she was starting to breathe shorter and faster…digging her nails into the soft flesh or his cheeks she urged him on. Mojave threw back his head; his beautiful hair sprayed his shoulders as it fell. Groaning and puffing he quickened his movements…jabbing harder before his release ran through him. Cassie cried out at the same time, her body shook from within and spread all over her body…
Mojave and Cassie were hot with perspiration. Both breathing hard…they managed to calm themselves after their heights of passion. It was the most wonderful roll in the hay she had ever had. She wished they could stay here all day.
"Cassie! Hey, Cassie where are you!"
Cassie sat up, her reverie shattered by the sound of Felicity's voice. She looked at Mojave her eyes open wide. "Oh my God! She's heading this way!" She jumped up and started putting on her clothes. Mojave sat up, took a drink of his beer and watched Cassie's mad scramble to get dressed. "You need to get dressed Mister. I don't want her to find us naked."
Mojave picked up Cassie's jeans and proceeded to play keep away with her. "Why not? She'd probably enjoy catching us in the act. She's a little ornery, but she's cool." He put on his jeans and zipped them up. "I'm dressed."
She grabbed her jeans away from him and slipped them on. "If Felicity ever saw you naked she'd faint. No she'd just stand and stare. She thinks- how did she put it? You are as fine as frog's hair." Mojave laughed and sat down to put on his boots. "She may act ornery, but she gets a little flustered around you. Don't let her calm exterior fool you. I am not the only one whose heart skips a beat when you are around."
Mojave kissed her on the top of her head. "Your heart is the only one that carries any weight with me." He picked up his shirt and started to put it on.
Cassie smiled and bit her bottom lip. "Let's have a little fun with her. Take your shirt off. You go out and see what she wants. Sex her up a little bit."
Mojave patted Cassie on the butt, hooked his finger in the collar of his shirt, and threw it over his shoulder. "How do I look? Think I'll make an impression on her."
"If we weren't about to be interrupted, I'd show you what kind of an impression you make on girl. Go on, you great big wall of love, and make her day."
Mojave chuckled and walked outside. He caught Felicity right at the barn door. "Hey Felicity. Can I help you?"
Felicity was face to chest with him. Lord, this man is firehot and what a landscape.
"I was looking for Cassie. Have you seen her?"
"Yeah, she's in the barn cleaning Rio's stall. I offered to help but she is just about finished."
"Mojave, you have hay in your hair?"
He smiled at her and bent over. "Can you get it for me?"
Felicity pulled the dried stems from his hair and dropped them on the ground.
He gave her his sexiest smile. "Thanks doll."
"You're welcome. How did you get hay in…?"
"Excuse me Felicity. I better find Cheyne before he fires me."
"He's in the cabin. I don't think he's looking for you. Before you go, Cheyne and I had an idea. How about the four of us go to Mesa Springs on Friday, have some supper and go to the Branch Water Saloon for a drink?"
"I'd like to take Cassie out. It's a date. I better check in with Cheyne just in case he needs me to do something." He kissed Felicity on the cheek and walked toward the house. He had the pacing gait of a large jungle cat. Felicity watched him move. That is the best pair of walking away jeans I have ever seen. Work it baby. He knows what he has and he knows how to use it. I am so happy for Cassie.
Cassie stood in the doorway grinning at Felicity. "Are you looking for me girlfriend?'
"Hey Babe, Cheyne and I were talking. How about this Friday the four of us go into Mesa Springs, have dinner at the café, and go to the Branch Water Saloon for a beer and some dancing. What do you think? Let's go have some fun."
"That sounds great. I can't speak for Mojave though. I'll have to ask if he wants to go."
"I already asked him. He said it's a date. I think we'll have a great time."
"I'm looking forward to it." I'll be the envy of every woman in town with Mojave by my side. "We will paint the town red."
Hey Cassie, do you know you have hay in you hair?"