Behind the barn, Dale was teaching me how to shoot. He had several hay bales lined up with bull’s-eye markers pinned to them. So far, it was turning out that I was a pretty good shot. I didn't always hit the bull’s-eye, but I came pretty close. It was now a month after the fire, and I was recovering fairly well. Dealing with the insurance company had been tedious, so I suspected it would take several more weeks to finalize my claim.
Several days earlier, Cash had handed me his credit card and told me to order whatever clothes and toiletries I needed. I'd outright refused, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He told me I couldn't continue to wear his linen sleep pants and old t-shirts, that I needed my own clothes. He had a point, but I still didn't like the fact that he'd paid for replacing my things. I hadn't gone overboard though. I bought the bare necessities, just enough to get me by for the next several weeks, until the remaining insurance money came through. After paying off the liens on the bar, it wasn’t going to be much, but at least I’d be able to pay Cash back.
Both Cash and Dale had been so good to me, I didn't know how I would ever repay them. I couldn't do any of the house work, because their housekeeper came three times a week and did it all. Plus, Cash had strictly forbidden me from doing a thing in the house. He was fine with me occasionally making breakfast or dinner, but he didn't want me doing any of the household chores.
I did, however, help somewhat with the animals. I walked around and talked to them and fed them treats while Cash and Dale did all of the heavy lifting. Cash was more than ok with me hanging out with him in the mornings. He often stopped in the middle of his chores to pull me close and kiss me senseless. I missed our sexual relationship, and was looking forward to regaining it soon. My ribs were almost completely healed, and as long as we didn't get too adventurous, I think everything would work out wonderfully.
I didn't see Cash come around the corner, but I definitely heard him. “Just what in the hell do you think you are doing?”
I looked down at the gun, then over at Cash. “Umm, learning to shoot?” It came out a tad sarcastically. I heard Cash growl.
Cash looked over at his Dad. “I take it this was your idea?” Cash took the gun from my hands.
“She needs to learn how to shoot, Cash. It's for her own protection,” Dale tried to explain.
“We are her protection. She doesn't need to learn to shoot,” he said angrily.
“Cash, you aren't always here, and neither is Dale. And what about when I move out on my own again? You still haven't caught the guy who burned my place down. I need to be able to protect myself,” I tried to explain the reasoning behind why I was learning to shoot.
“No. I'm going to protect you, and that's final.” He walked back toward the house with the gun. I looked over at Dale and he just shook his head.
“Give him a little time to get use to the idea, sweetheart. He'll come around.” Dale pulled down the target sheets and walked back to the house with me. When we walked into the kitchen, Cash was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind.
“Rough day, Darlin?” I asked. He put his hands on my forearms and squeezed.
“Yeah. Couple of bad calls today, and we still have nothing on the guy we are looking for. The inspector didn't find anything in the fire that could help us, and the truck was a dead end. It'd been stolen from the next county.”
I kissed the side of his head and squeezed him lightly. “You'll find him, Cash. He can't hide forever.”
Dale put the target sheets in front of Cash. “She's a damn good shot, son. Maybe you should take her down to the shooting range sometime and give her some more experience.”
Cash took the sheets and looked them over. “You are a good shot, baby.”
I sat on the stool next to him. “Thanks,” I said with a smile.
He turned in his seat and cupped my cheek. “Sorry I yelled, sweetheart. Do you really want to learn to shoot?” he asked.
I nodded. “I really would.” I kissed his palm.
“Ok. Keep working with Dad, and I'll take you to the shooting range. I'll let you shoot a variety of guns, see which one you are most comfortable with.
“Thank you, Darlin'.” I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I hissed in pain because of the angle.
“Easy baby,” he said, as he touched my ribs with his hand. “Do they still hurt a lot?”
“Not bad. Only if I bend in a weird way.” I looked around the kitchen to be sure that Dale was gone. “How about we go take a shower before dinner?” I said silkily.
Cash smiled and gently pulled me from my seat. “I like that idea.” He picked me up, and carried me up the stairs. We went directly to the bathroom, located in his room. He set me down and began to undress me slowly. All of my girl parts started to tingle, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning when he cupped my naked breasts and pinched the nipples.
“God, that feels so good,” I moaned. Cash bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. My hands buried themselves in that dark silky hair. He gently bit down. “Oh god!”
He worked the button of my jeans and pulled them down, along with my underwear. He bent to remove them, and I used his shoulders to steady myself. When he got my jeans off, he stayed on his knees and looked up at me. He leaned in, kissing the fading bruises on my right side. It brought tears to my eyes.
He came up to his full height and wiped the tears away. “None of that,” he said gently. He turned the water on in the shower and tested the temperature, before he helped me climb in. He quickly stripped and joined me under the hot spray. I hadn't seen him naked in several weeks, and the sight was still something to behold. My hands automatically went to his chest. I loved the way all those hard muscles felt under my hands. I loved the way he looked at me so hungrily. I leaned into him, pressing my body completely against his. I kissed his chest, his neck, and then his lips. I let my hand trail down to the steel cock that stood at attention. I wrapped my fist around it, pumping it a couple of times. Cash threw his head back and groaned. I couldn't help but smile at the sound.
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Her touch was going to kill me. It’d been over a month since I felt those hands on my body, and here she stood, naked, stroking my cock in those small, soft hands and kissing me. It took everything in me not to pick her up, back her up against the tiled wall, and push inside that soft, wet heat. I knew she'd be dripping wet and so ready to take me. I had to remember, however, that she was injured, not that she was acting it. She was acting like a woman who wanted to be fucked.
“Blue, baby, you've got to stop. Your ribs,” I reminded her. All she did was hum at me then bit down on one of my nipples. “Shit!” She continued to stroke my cock while the other hand rolled my balls in her palm.
“I need to touch you, Cash. It's been so long. My ribs are ok,” she said between the kisses she was placing on my chest and neck. She bit the tendon in my neck, making me jump.
She slowly got down on her knees, using my hips for leverage. She held onto my cock while she pulled my balls into her mouth and rolled them with her tongue. I had to grab hold of the shower door to keep myself from falling. With my other hand, I cupped her cheek. She released my balls with a soft pop, then proceeded to lick my cock from the base to the head, like a lollipop.
“Sweet Jesus, Blue.” I locked my knees to keep me standing. She pulled my cock completely into her mouth, taking me into the back of her throat, as she hummed. I wasn't going to last a minute if she kept doing that. She began sucking the head and pumping the shaft in unison. Gooseflesh broke out all over my body. When she cupped my balls and her finger traced that thin layer of skin between my balls and my ass, I couldn't stop my exploding orgasm. Holy hell that felt good.
I pulled her up from her knees, carefully, conscious of those bruised ribs. “Baby, god, thank you. I so needed that.”
She gave me that sweet smile that I loved. “You're welcome, Sheriff.”
“Now, let me make you feel good. Lean back against the wall, baby. I'll hold you steady.” I helped steady her, as she leaned back against the tile wall. I knelt in front her, then pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up for my tongue and fingers. It was still too soon for us to have sex, but I could still make my girl come. I licked the little bundle of nerves located between her honeyed lips, and she jumped.
“Easy, baby. I don't want you to hurt yourself.” I ran my tongue from her clit to the entrance of her body. She was soft, hot, and silky. I laid my thumb against her clit while I fucked her with my tongue. Her body shook and she moaned. Her hands found their way into my hair, holding my head just so, as she rode my tongue. She came with a mighty call of my name, but I continued to play with her till she came down from her high.
“You ok?” I asked, taking her leg from my shoulder slowly, carefully.
“Mmm hmmm. Perfect.” She opened her eyes and looked down at me with a smile. “I needed that.”
I laughed as I stood up. “Ok, how about we actually shower now?”
She nodded her agreement and leaned into me. She gave me a sweet, soft kiss, rubbing her hands all over my chest and abdomen.
“Behave wench, or we'll never get out of this shower.” I stilled her hands and backed away from her. She laughed in return. She was so fun to be with. Loving, sweet, so damn giving. I loved this woman, and I needed her to know that soon.
When I'd come home and seen her with that gun in her hands, I'd nearly lost my shit. I wanted, no, needed to protect her. I didn't want her to have to learn how to shoot to protect herself. It went against everything in me. But, I had to remember that Blue was damn independent, and she wouldn't leave her protection solely up to me. She'd want to be an active participant. She'd been right, Dad and I weren't always going to be around to protect her. I'd do as I promised, and take her to the shooting range. She was a pretty damn good shot for someone who'd never handled a gun before. I was also damn happy about her not bringing up leaving Montana again. The thought of not having her around made my chest ache, and left me feeling desolate. I'd come to need Blue in my life, and I was going to make damn sure she stayed in it.