Nexwave Erotic

The Natalie Incident Ch. 03

“(A huge thankyou to everyone who sent me feedback for the previous installments, and to those who asked for a continuation. I’m only sorry it took me so long to write it - as usual, that annoying thing we call life got in the way.)”

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“”Lonestar, where are you out tonight?,

This feeling I”m trying to fight,

It”s dark and I think that I would give anything,

For you to shine down on me…” - Norah Jones”

I stared out of the window down at the black strip of canal that lined the middle of the cobbled street several floors below me. No one was around, but that was hardly surprising due to the heavy rain and a time that was nearing three a.m. The street was dimly lit with ornately curved lamps that dripped soft pools of light, and thin iron bridges crossed the water at regular intervals. The buildings that lined the avenues were tall and elegant, many had windowboxes, all were immaculately maintained. I watched as a cat, barely more than a dark shadow, darted from the base of a wind-bent willow tree and disappeared into a small side street. The only other movement was the rocking of the moored barges as the weather rippled the canal.

Outside looked cold, but I was warm as I stood there naked. My feet sunk into heavy and expensive carpet and the heat emanating from the antique radiators dotted around the large room made sure I was comfortable. I turned my back to the window and looked through the darkness at the huge bed, all cast iron and masses of pillows, that stood against the far wall. At that moment the moon reappeared from behind the rainclouds and cast light through the window, splashing the bed and illuminating the girl that slept there. She”d kicked away the sheet that covered her, and I watched as the moonlight crept across her slender legs, curved behind and lower back before highlighting the dark tresses of hair that lay around her beautiful face. Her breathing hitched for a second, before she tucked her hand underneath her chin and rolled further onto her front.

I crossed the room silently and pulled the covers up over her, bent and placed a tiny kiss below her ear. She murmured and I watched her eyelids flicker and her small shoulders rise and fall steadily as I stroked her hair, before I turned and headed for the bathroom.

The face the peered back at me from the mirror was looking better than it had for some time. The darkness beneath my eyes was gone, my chin was scraped clean of stubble and my hair was cut short and neat. Apart from the fact that I couldn”t sleep, I was doing okay. My mouth felt dry and I brushed my teeth to restore some freshness, used the toilet and closed the door behind me to extinguish the noise of the flush as I returned to the bed. I noticed that my thighs were aching as I scrambled between the sheets, and I smiled to myself as I realized it was the result of several hours of lovemaking. After the workout we”d given ourselves I was amazed I wasn”t exhausted, let alone tired.

I blinked up at the dark ceiling as I lay with my hands laced behind my head and wondered what my friends would be doing at this moment. Back home it would be around six p.m, and the sun would be low on the skyline and my smalltown would be drawing slowly to a halt. Saturday night, a few of the boys would maybe be heading down to the Redbank Inn to lose a few bucks over nine-ball while drinking and listening to the band. Was it Saturday? Yeah, I guessed it was. Jet leg and a crazy last couple of days had completely screwed up my internal mechanisms, and was almost definitely the cause of my insomnia now.

I rolled over and molded myself against the warm body next to me, wrapping my arm around her and letting my hand fall over one small breast. I drew my legs up until my thighs were pressed against the underneath of her own and my crotch was against her soft buttocks, and lost my face in the sweet darkness of her hair. Outside, I heard the faint chimes of a church clock strike quarter after the hour, and smiled to myself once more. This time last week I”d been living and working in the town I grew up in, two hundred miles east of Los Angeles and still further from anything approaching adventure. Fast forward seven days, and I was holed up in a hotel in Amsterdam, thousands of miles from the world I knew, with a sleeping Natalie Portman in my arms. Sometimes life can throw you some real surprises.

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A couple of years ago I”d been trying to carve out a living in Los Angeles as an actor. Like thousands of other hopefuls I was spectacularly unsuccessful, but one of the most memorable things about my time in the City of Angels was meeting Natalie. The meeting became a friendship which in turn led to a series of misfortunes that left us stranded in a remote motel with nothing but each other for company. We made love that was sensual and exciting and the next day returned to the real world, and it was a world that we truthfully couldn”t both live in, at least not together. We drifted apart, she to a career that was heading skywards, me back to obscurity. A month later I gave up all thoughts of becoming the next Al Pacino and headed back home and became a writer for my local newspaper. I reviewed movies and music, drifted along as before, and dreamed of better times.

The better times arrived with the reappearance of Natalie in my life almost a year later. Seeking to escape the pressures of publicity and to renew our friendship she came to stay with me at my parents farm for a few days, and they turned out to be some of the best days I”d ever had. The two of us were more relaxed with each other than before, and our relationship intensified to a point beyond simple friendship and into a place that I don”t think either of us wanted to escape from. However, I knew that she wouldn”t stay in my backwater town forever, and deep down I knew I couldn”t either. Just as I thought I was going to lose her once again she asked me to go with her to New York. I looked around at what I”d got, and then thought about what I could have, and the decision wasn”t a difficult one. I packed up, said my good-byes, and was sitting next to her as we headed cross country on the American Airlines flight out of L.A. International the following afternoon.

Although I”d been there before, to a country-boy-at-heart New York will always be a daunting place. We took a cab from La Guardia, and I felt my heart start to quicken with anticipation and pure nervousness at the situation I was in as the sprawling lights of Manhattan edged ever closer. As the skyscrapers closed around us I knew Natalie could sense my mood, and she held my hand tightly and reassured me with kisses as the cab rattled over the Queensboro bridge and into the loudest, most crowded island on the face of the earth.

Of course, my nerves weren”t improved knowing that I was about to meet Natalie”s parents. I”ve had a few girlfriends in my past, and knew that being introduced to the family for the first time is never an envious experience. I gripped the bags firmly as we walked up the front steps to the door of the large brownstone situated in one of the island”s more quiet and expensive districts. Nat ruffled my hair and assured me I had nothing to worry about, and before she could even get her key in the lock the door was thrown open and woman looking twice her age and just as elegant embraced her tightly.

My fears were unnecessary. Her parents instantly accepted me into their home, and I found myself bonding and relaxing with her Father while Natalie and her Mother fussed around in the kitchen. By the time the two of them returned we were deep into a discussion concerning the genius of Led Zeppelin, and as Nat sat down next to me her Dad announced that I seemed to be a fairly sensible kind of guy. The warmth and friendliness shown to me by her parents helped me start to properly relax for the first time since we left home. That night I slept in a guest room at the top of the house which offered a spectacular view over the dark vistas of Central Park. We sat on my bed for a few minutes, Nat dressed in baggy striped pajamas which made her look unbelievably cute, drank hot chocolate, talked a little and kissed a lot. When our conversation became yawns I hugged her tightly at the open doorway before watching her trot down the stairs towards her own room. She blew me a kiss and disappeared out of sight, and I lay in a bed that was wide and comfortable and let me watch the stars through the skylight in the sloping roof.

The next day dawned with heavy mist over the city, and I walked with Natalie to the early morning appointment she had made with her agent. Manhattan was as alive as always, and quite a few people that passed us said hello to her, and she took it all in her stride and answered everyone with a smile and friendly word. I found it hard to get used to, especially when people also looked at me when they noticed that I was holding her hand. By the time we reached the agent”s smart offices on the Upper East Side I started to feel like a curious new exhibit in one of the city”s many museums. I wondered how she coped with it as well as she did.

Natalie promised to call me as soon as her meeting was over, and after she”d disappeared inside I found a corner deli and ordered a breakfast sandwich that was roughly the size of a football and coffee that was strong enough to make my eyes water. I managed to make my way across Seventh Avenue without being killed by the torrent of traffic and into Central Park, where I watched the morning joggers and rollerbladers and became fascinated by three old Chinese men practicing the ancient art of Tai-Chi, an art which looked to be only slightly more ancient than they were. I threw the last half of my sandwich away with guilt.

After I”d finished the coffee and asked directions from a cop I made my way across the park to the large avenue known as Central Park West. I”m a huge music lover, and I always promised myself that if I ever had time and the opportunity I”d go to the Dakota building and see where John Lennon was senselessly gunned down some twenty-two years ago. The building was easy to find, and I was touched to see a lone busker standing on the opposite side of the Avenue knocking out a very decent version of “Imagine”. I listened until the end and tossed a couple of dollars into the battered hat that lay at his feet, before I heard the low buzz of my phone. I told Natalie my location and she told me she”d meet me by the Strawberry Fields mosaic in ten minutes.

The mosaic is of Lennon and was laid in the Park by Yoko Ono, and the whole area around the image is known as Strawberry Fields. I stood quietly and looked at the picture, then ambled down a slope towards the boating lake and watched geese float past before they vanished into the mist that still lay on the water like thin cloud. I now understood why New Yorkers came here; with the neat paths, sloping grass and acres of lush trees I could realize what a tonic Central Park must be from the relentless onslaught of the City.

I heard a soft whistle and looked up. Natalie was coming towards me, looking simple and beautiful in her battered denim jacket and black trousers. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and patches of scarlet lay on her cheeks. When she reached me she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me in a way that made me wish we were somewhere we could be alone.

“You weren”t long,” I said.

“There wasn”t much to say,” she replied. “Just the usual back and forth. Anyway, we”ve got a lot to get through today”

“We have?”

She smiled. “You”ve shown me your hometown, now it”s my turn.”

“I think yours might take more than a day.”

She kissed me again, then grabbed my hand. “Believe me, this girl is an expert.”

The next eight hours passed in a blur as we took the subway downtown and stopped off at various points along the way. Times Square, The Empire State Building, Madison Square Garden; places I”d only read about or seen in a thousand movies. We ate a fish lunch in a hippy-styled restaurant that was all tie-dye and cushions, before wandering around the bohemian districts of Chelsea and Greenwich Village. There were many unique little clothes shops in the Village and Nat worked her way through several that she knew well, in one place she bought a dress that was black and short, the kind of material that floated away and gave the impression that you might be able to see through it, depending on the way the light struck. She held it against herself and asked me what I thought, and I nodded my enthusiastic approval and only hoped I”d get to see her in it. We went down to Battery Park and I saw a distant Statue Of Liberty, and we stood together and in silence at the former site of the Twin Towers now known universally as Ground Zero. Throughout the day I watched her with a mixture of desire and amazement; she tackled the city so well and seemed to be so at home in a place I found totally alien, and whenever I seemed like the fish out of water I was she always made me feel better with a smile and hug that restored my confidence all over again. As early evening came we rode the subway uptown towards home, and she rested her head on my shoulder as I put my arm around her. If I hadn”t been waiting for a more appropriate moment, I might have told her that I was in love.

That night we stayed in and ate a fine dinner with her parents, and not long after nine I felt my eyes grow heavy as I sat on the couch with Nat sprawled across me while we watched a movie. We had an early flight booked for Amsterdam the next morning, and I was secretly glad when she said she wanted to go to bed; the Big Apple had taken it all out of me. While Natalie was in the bathroom I examined a wall of photographs in her room that contained many faces, some that were instantly recognizable. For a moment I felt very out of place; where exactly would I fit in with this collection of people that were pictured with Natalie throughout various times in her life? When she came back into the room wearing the same sexy pajamas from the night before my thoughts must have been echoed on my face, and she came over to were I stood.

“Why so serious?” she said.

“I”m just tired.”

“You sure?”

“You”ve done so much in your life already.” I said, looking back at the pictures that virtually catalogued her from child to adult.

“I”ve been really lucky.”

I looked back to her. “No, you”ve worked really hard. You deserve it.”

We embraced, her head on my shoulder and my face on her neck, and I dotted a string of tiny kisses around the circumference of her ear. In return I felt her hands pull at the base of my shirt, and a moment later fingers first on the small of my back before they crept an inch under the waist of my jeans. I traced my own fingers up her spine and over her shoulders until they wound into her hair, and I gently pulled her head up and lowered my lips to her own. Our mouths were open, my tongue was against hers, and as she pressed her body to me I felt myself start to respond.

“You don”t know how much I want to sleep with you tonight,” I said, taking my lips an inch from hers. She moved against me again.

“I think I do,” she said, smiling, and I took my hands from her hair and started to unfasten the tiny white buttons that held her pajama top together. I opened four and ran my finger slowly down her neck and between the small, shadowed cleavage that was visible between the fabric. I allowed myself to slide a finger over the swell of her breast and graze her soft nipple, before reluctantly pulling my hand away. Natalie opened her eyes and looked at me.

“If I don”t stop, I”m just going to take you right here on the floor,” I muttered, “and I have a feeling that might shatter any good work I”ve put in with your parents.”

She nodded. “I don”t think Mom would be very impressed to find us rolling around on the rug.”

“Neither do I,” I replied, as I finished refastening the buttons. “Think I”d better just limp upstairs before I can”t help myself.”

“Believe me, wait till we get away and I”ll be all over you. You”ll be sick of the attention.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. I”ll probably be sick of it in around forty years. Maybe thirty.”

She pecked my lips. “Go on, get out of here before it”s me that can”t help herself.”

I watched as she slid between the sheets before I closed the door on the image of an angel and wearily climbed the stairs to my own room. I spent a few minutes watching the vehicle lights traverse the avenues of Manhattan like fast flowing rivers of neon before the stinging of my eyes convinced me to go to bed. The city continued to breathe while I rapidly fell towards sleep, a happy but frustrated man.

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That was yesterday. Today had seemed to consist entirely of traveling. Manhattan to JFK to Amsterdam. By the time the cab had made it”s way from the futuristic airport into the heart of the city it was fully dark. The journey through the streets of the city had been at breakneck speed, buildings and lights had been nothing more than a blur, and as I watched the taillights of the cab fade into the night I felt totally lost. Natalie knew exactly where she was, however, and she pulled me up a set of wide stone steps and into the lobby of the small, expensive looking hotel.

I knew that Amsterdam was one of Natalie”s favorite places. She”d first been here to visit the world famous Anne Frank house to research the history behind the story in preparation for playing the role on Broadway. In the last few years she”d returned a handful of times, sometimes with friends or family, and a couple of times alone to find some peace from the publicity of the current project that she was involved in. She”d stayed at the same small hotel for a few days last year, and I could see why as we were checked in by friendly staff and shown to our third floor room by a constantly smiling porter. It was central to the city yet seemingly very quiet, situated in the middle of a maze of canals and expensive enough to be very private. The kind of place I”d only read about.

Our room was beautiful. High ceiling, real art on the walls, rugs, a fire that flicked orange tongues of light across the shadows and a huge bed overloaded with covers. It was mere minutes after the porter had closed the door that we found ourselves naked, rolling across the bed and forgetting our fatigue as the passion we”d been forced to hold back for the last couple of days spilled forth. Nothing else seemed to be important except for what we felt for each other…

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I heard the clock strike again, pulling me away from the memories of the last few days. I ran my hand down over Natalie”s stomach and grazed her tiny bellybutton with my little finger, her skin rising and falling with the slow breath of sleep. Her foot pressed against my shin and a second later she moved her hand over my own, holding my fingers against her. It thrilled me to know that she wanted me to be so close, and in return I kissed her shoulder softly and pressed myself as close to her as I was able.

“You awake?” She mumbled in a voice almost inaudible with sleep.

“Just about,” I whispered. “I didn”t mean to disturb you.”

“S”okay.” She wriggled underneath my arm and twisted around until she faced me. In the darkness of the room her face was nothing more than patches of dark shadow. “You alright?”

“I”m perfect,” I said, pulling her into me and letting my fingers brush the small of her back. “My timing”s just messed up, that”s all. I”m not used to jetting around the world.”

“Glad we”ve come?”

“You bet. Even though all I”ve seen of Amsterdam is this room and all of you,” I said, my fingers now rubbing the groove at the top of her buttocks.

“It”s a really beautiful place.”

“Can”t be as beautiful as some of your places.”

Ryley placed his hat in his head, the first movement he had made since entering the room and the man in the suit turned in a moment of panic. His eyes met Ryley’s and in that moment Ryley got the sense he had just spoiled something for the man.

“Ryley,” Britney said. “Come on in. I’d like you to meet my agent, Kyle McLeod.”

Ryley stepped down into the living room and crossed the carpet as Kyle stood up to greet him. He extended his hand and Ryley took it, noticing that the man’s hand had the feel of someone who spent too much time in the gym, strong yet soft.

“So you must be the cowboy everyone’s been going on about,” he said, his voice smooth, and ice cold.

Ryley nodded as he felt Kyle try to squeeze his hand a little harder than he should have. Already disliking him, Ryley squeezed right back and saw a moment of panic in Kyle’s eyes.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Ryley replied.

Kyle released his hand and stepped back. “Jesus, Britney he’s the real deal. A man of few words and everything.”

Britney smiled. “Yes he is. I took him shopping yesterday, freshened him up a bit. He forgot to pack when he made the trip, so . . .”

Kyle nodded. “Right, so anyway Britney. I’ve got about four companies at the bargaining table now and they’re in a bidding war over you. You should hear the offers coming in; they’re incredible. But they all have one stipulation.”

Ryley leaned against the wall next to the double French doors that opened onto the porch. “And what’s that?” he asked.

Kyle smirked. “They want you, too.”

“What?” Britney asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently they think he’s the one responsible for your zooming popularity. The public wants to see you with the rebel and so do the companies.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ryley scoffed. “I’m not responsible for anything. Britney’s the one that’s the singer, not me.”

Kyle smirked. “You’re right, but now the public wants to see you with her, on the stages in some kind of skit or something . . . who knows? But the point is that means lots of money for us. For all of us!”

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“No, Kyle,” Britney said. “I’m not selling my private life to anyone. And I am not going to sell Ryley. He’s mine, not the public’s.”

“Thank you, Britney,” Ryley said with a laugh, surprised and turned on by how possessive she was acting.

She smiled sweetly at him. “You’re welcome.”

Kyle frowned, his eyes going cold, all pleasantness gone from his face. “Well, Britney I’m going back to the table with these companies. I’d like you to reconsider all of this. Like I said, it would mean a lot of money for all of us.”

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Ryley sat on the couch, his mind racing as he lazily flipped through the channels on the television in Britney’s basement entertainment room. He was bored. He couldn’t stand sitting around, doing nothing in a place like this. He was used to the open road, the mountains and more importantly the racetracks.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t happy, just the opposite in fact. Britney was an extreme turn on, no matter what she was doing or wearing. She could excite him just by breathing, or yawning or reading a book. God he had almost thrown on the ground before when she put on a pair of glasses and began reading a novel.

But all the same, Ryley’s blood was beginning to run hot from sitting so long. He needed something to do, a fight to win or a horse to ride or a car to race, but he knew that would never happen again. As if to answer his prayers, Britney sauntered into the room, wearing hip hugging jeans and a baby blue T-shirt.

She slid onto his lap and moved her body against his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Ryley responded with fervor; pulling her body against his and cupping her breast through her T-shirt. She groaned and leaned back, looking into his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Ryley?” she asked, her deep brown eyes searching his.

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

She smiled. “I know there’s something wrong now.”

He laughed. “My Mom used to say that.”

Britney frowned. “It’s not me is it?” she asked, beginning to slide off his lap

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Ryley grabbed her waist, pulling her back to him and she straddled his waist, sitting on his thighs. He held her face in his hands and kissed her, softly.

“No, Britney. No matter what you may think is wrong at any point in time I can guarantee you it is not you,” he said, emphasizing his last few words.

“Then what?” she asked, leaning her head against his chest.

He sighed. “I don’t know. I’m not used to this place. I’m used to . . .well, being out. Being in the world, and not this world.”

“What’s wrong with this world?” she asked, tracing figures on his chest with her finger.

“It’s not real. I mean for God’s sake, who was that asshole this morning? Kyle whatever the fuck his name is? Is he nuts? The record companies want you, but with me on the side, what the hell is that? I’m not a god damn musician, I mean I can play a pretty mean harmonica.”

Britney laughed and hugged Ryley tighter.

“But seriously is for real?”

She sighed. “Ryley, I’ll tell you the truth. When I first got into this business Kyle picked me up right away. My demos weren’t going over well at first and Kyle threatened to leave me in the cold, unless . . .” Britney said, trailing off at the end, mumbling something Ryley couldn’t hear.

“What?” he asked.

She didn’t respond at first, so he lifted her chin with his finger so he could look her in the eye.

“Unless what?” he asked again.

Britney looked down for a moment, than back up at Ryley. “Unless I . . . you know. Performed sexual favors for him.”

Ryley took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “He made you have sex with him?”

“Well, he didn’t really make me. I didn’t want to, but if I didn’t I wouldn’t have a chance,” she said, moisture beginning to form in her eyes.

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Ryley watched her blink repeatedly to clear her vision and saw tear roll slowly down her cheek. He folded her into his arms, gently and rocked her slowly. She snuggled up against him and he could tell she was crying.

“Ryley,” Britney said, softly. “You really did save me, you know. Not just from those guys at the stream but from that record company. They made me. They controlled everything I did. I don’t know why I let them do it, I just wanted to sing and be famous, go around the world, you know? And they promised me that.

“I let them do it for so long, I’m not even sure who I am anymore,” she said, breaking down and sobbing.

Ryley’s cold blue eyes blazed with rage. How could anyone be so heartless, he thought. But he wasn’t amazed. He had seen it constantly with the young country singers he had met that were coming out of Nashville when he was a NASCAR driver. Historically the Winston Cup Series had gone hand in hand with country music and because of that he had seen the youngsters come onto the scene, pure as a fresh fallen snow, and then go out on their ass looking as dirty as the snow alongside the road did after a few days of plowing and salting.

Well as long as he was going to be around her, Britney wouldn’t be snuffed out like that. He owed it to her as much as himself to help her remember who she was and where she had come from. He just had to figure out how.

“Britney,” he said, softly.

She looked up at him, tears on her cheeks. He smiled at her and wiped the tears from her face.

“I promise you,” Ryley said. “We will get you past this, and make it how it should be. You’ll get beyond all this, and you’ll be better than you ever were.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Ryley,” she whispered, then leaned in and kissed him, this time out of pure heart felt love.

“- Next chapter – Ryley takes Britney out to buy a real car and conquers some of his ghosts- ”

So Britney had watched for a while as they had raised the car up on a hydraulic lift. Ryley had explained to them what happened, what he was sure was broken and what he wanted replaced and enhanced. Much to Britney’s embarrassment Ryley had then told the group about her failed drag racing experience, drawing some laughter and a few remarks about how imports suck.

Then Britney had left the group and gone into an adjoining room that was obviously the break room, which is where she now found herself. She had been in there by herself for about an hour, before Ryley came in to join her. He was smiling from ear to ear as he closed the door and Britney realized this was the first time she had ever seen him really relaxed.

“You’re in your element out there, huh?” she asked.

He looked up at her and nodded. ” I’ve been gone for a long time, Brit.”

She smiled as he used one of the pet names her family used to give her. An even wider smile crossed her face as she heard the audible click of the door as Ryley locked it. He crossed the room to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips.

Their lips met as Britney wrapped her arms around his neck. She sought out his tongue with a hunger she didn’t know she had had until his lips met hers. His right hand slipped under her shirt and rose up to slide her bra down and grasp her breast. He pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers and she moaned into his mouth.

She lowered her hand down to the front of his pants and squeezed his throbbing cock through the material. Britney could feel the organ straining under her touch and she deftly lowered his zipper and reached inside his pants. Ryley froze as he always did when her fingers came into contact with his cock, the skin of which felt like it was on fire to Britney.

Not without some difficulty she wrestled the rock hard organ, which had her dripping with desire out of his pants. She wanted to feel his cock filling her pussy so badly that her body was actually shaking with desire. Perhaps it had been the high-octane agenda of the day or the smell of gasoline and oil permeating the air but Britney felt like a Formula One car that needed to be put through its paces. And she knew Ryley was the only driver who could satisfy her.

Without a word, Britney released him with both hands and grabbed the waistband of her pants. Ryley’s eyes gleamed as she her pants down, allowing them to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving her in the baby blue tank top and bra, her thong and her shoes. Turning around she leaned over the table, grasping the far side, preparing herself for the ride she was about to enjoy.

Ryley rubbed pulled her thong to the side and rubbed her slit, spreading her juices around her mound, enjoying the slick feel of her sex. He could feel Britney pushing back against him and he knew she was aching to feel his cock inside her. Ryley couldn’t wait to give it to her and needed this just as badly as she did. Being around cars all day had also given him a burning need her couldn’t explain but was all too familiar with.

Taking his cock in his hand he guided the massive head to her opening and pushed against her lips. They spread slowly, accepting his intruding cock with a reluctant eagerness. Leaning over Britney, he laid his hands on top of hers and they entwined their fingers. Ryley closed his eyes and thrust forward with a quick, muscular motion.

Britney squeezed her eyes shut and emitted a high-pitched squeal as her cunt was filled in a split second. Her body shuddered in one of the most powerful orgasms of her young life and she arched her back against Ryley as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Her hyper-excited nerve endings could feel every vein, every indentation and every grain of skin that made up Ryley’s throbbing organ.

While she was still shaking, Ryley slowly began to withdraw, using just his hips and keeping their bodies in contact. He paused with just the head inside her and then thrust forward again, pressing Britney’s hips to the table and causing her to rock forwards. Immediately she was consumed with another orgasm, though not as powerful as the first, being so soon after it drew no less of a reaction.

Ryley could hear Britney draw a sharp intake of breath as he thrust into her and could feel her pussy squeezing him like his cock was in a velvet vice. Trying to remain in control he began to build up a slow rhythm, filling and emptying her pussy and enjoying the warm, wet feel of it. He realized again that he was fucking one of the most beautiful, most fantasized about women on the face of the earth. This thought did nothing to quell the burning feeling he was trying so desperately to stave off at the moment.

Before long he was fucking in Britney with a reckless abandon. The table was shuddering under their copulation and if it weren’t for the constant sound of air ratchets and the thumping of the air compressor in the other, Ryley was sure his former teammates would hear Britney’s chorus of moans, whining and squeals. Shifting his position slightly, Ryley managed to get his cock to rub against her clitoris on every stroke.

Britney’s eyes were flooded with a white-hot light as she had her third orgasm. Ryley was indeed the greatest fuck she had ever found. His cock was stretching her almost to the point of causing pain, but hanging so close on the verge it was stimulating every nerve ending the girl had in that area of her body. She bit her lower lip as she thrust back against him and wondered how this could ever get better. Then an idea struck her and smiled a wickedly sexy smile.

Reaching up with one hand she touched Ryley’s face. ” Ryley,” she breathed in between his thrusts. ” I want to try something.”

He slowed his motions and Britney could tell he was close to flooding her with a hot load of cum.

“What?” he asked with a strangled breath.

She looked over her shoulder at him and found his blue eyes, half closed in lust, staring back at her. Britney swiveled her hips, feeling his cock moving inside her and smiled as Ryley groaned and squeezed her hands gently.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

Ryley blinked. ” I thought I was,” he replied.

Britney kissed his chin. ” In the ass,” she whispered, licking his bottom lip.

Ryley straightened up behind her. ” Are you sure?”

“Yes, Ryley, fuck my ass. But go slow at first I’ve never done this before,” she explained as she lowered her face and chest to the table, folding her hands under her cheek.

Ryley looked down at her ass, which was now sticking up in the air, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Slowly, he withdrew from her and watched her pussy close slowly after his cock had left it empty. He decided his cock was lubricated enough with her juices to make this possible so he took it in hand and aimed it at the puckered, light brown rosebud of her ass.

He pressed the massive head against the tight muscle and wondered how he was going to fit it through that hole. But, Britney had pretty much ordered him to do this so he pressed against the hole. He felt it contract against him so he pushed harder. He could feel Britney’s entire body tense up.

“Britney,” he said, as he pushed harder. ” Relax, sweetheart. Let me in.”

Britney took a deep breath and then sighed, relaxing her body. Immediately Ryley’s cock slipped into her ass, burying about three inches before Britney reacted. Her upper body shot up off the table and Ryley covered her mouth with his hand before she could scream. The muted roar of her screaming reaction reached his ears, and caused his hand to vibrate.

Her fingernails clawed the table as her asshole convulsed around his shaft. Ryley held his position, not daring to move. The incredible tightness of her asshole was making his body demand to be buried as deep as he could get inside of it. But he wasn’t sure how much of Britney’s reaction was pain or surprise.

Britney could never recall a feeling like this. She felt so deliciously full that she was ignoring the pain she was feeling. The second Ryley’s erection had entered her she had had an orgasm of an entirely different sort that tingled against the base of her spine. Reaching up she pulled Ryley’s hand from her mouth and looked over her shoulder at him, flipping her hair out of the way.

Ryley could see the look in Britney’s eyes and it was one of pure sexual, animalistic desire. He knew she didn’t want him to stop. Grabbing her hips with both hands he pushed his cock against her convulsing ass and felt himself surge forwards.

His nuts slapped against Britney’s pussy as he went as deep as he could inside her. Britney arched her back and threw her head back, causing her hair to dangle from her head to the small of her back. Ryley found the pose amazingly erotic, her body contorted into such a fashion, every muscle on her body straining.

Slowly, he began to withdraw from her, leaving just the head inside her and looked down to see her sphincter stretched around his organ. Already he could feel his cum churning inside his nuts and he knew that this wouldn’t last long. Drawing a deep breath he shoved his cock back to the hilt inside her ass. She grunted as he bottomed out and drew a sharp intake of breath as he withdrew.

Within a few seconds Ryley was fucking Britney’s ass with long, powerful strokes and he could literally feel the suction of her ass drawing his cum from his balls. Britney was thrusting back against him and urging him on. Ryley could tell she was enjoying this immensely and she looked the part. Her hair was flying around her head as her body was thrust forwards from him only to have her push herself back.

“Come on, Ryley!” she grunted. ” Fuck my ass! I want to feel your hot cum inside me!”

Ryley groaned as he automatically went to short, quick thrusts, desperate to get as deep inside of her as possible to fill her with his load.

“Fuck me!” Britney whined. ” Now god damn it! Harder!”

Ryley felt his cock expanding with a burning pain and he roared inside his throat as his cock suddenly exploded. He pumped his cock a few more times then withdrew to the tip and just as quickly slammed back inside Britney’s ass. His cock jerked and spewed, flooding her ass with his cum.

Britney could feel the cum splashing inside her, creating a deliciously squishy, hot feeling inside her. The feel of Ryley’s cock jerking and filling her ass was incredibly naughty and hot that she felt her pussy convulse in orgasm. She rocked her hips in the throes of her orgasm, milking Ryley’s cock further. She could feel him erupt again, shooting forth another rope of his hot cum, adding to the countless other ones he had already shot into her.

Ryley collapsed on top of Britney, pressing her body to the table. She turned her head and their lips met, both of them out of breath. Britney could feel his cock trembling inside her ass and she giggled at the sensation. Ryley laughed as well when Britney squeezed her ass and wiggled her hips.

“That was amazing,” Britney whispered.

Ryley kissed her on the cheek. ” I know, thank you, Britney. You are incredible.”

Britney smiled. ” I don’t want you to take that out, ever,” she whispered.

Ryley smiled. ” I don’t ever want to take it out, either. But we have to.”

“Well we’ll just have to put it back in there when we get home,” she replied, licking his bottom lip as he stood up.

Ryley gently pulled his cock from her ass and watched it close slowly. Picking up a roll of paper towels from a nearby counter, he pulled a few sheets off and delicately wiped his cum from Britney’s ass. Then he used a few more to wipe his cock off.

Britney stood up slowly, her legs feeling like rubber beneath her. After tucking his cock back into his pants Ryley placed one hand on Britney’s waist to steady her and with the other he picked up her pants. He knelt down and slid her pants on as she lifted her feet for him.

Ryley stood up, pulling up her pants as he went until her had them around her waist and he stood before her. Britney placed her arms around his neck and they kissed for several long seconds. Finally Ryley reached under her shirt, tucked her breast back into her bra and then adjusted her shirt back to where it had been.

“Come on,” he said, kissing her forehead. ” Let’s see if they finished with your car.”

A few hours later

Once again Britney was at the wheel of the Camaro, feeling the vibrations of the monster LS1 through the steering wheel and shifter. Ryley was sitting beside her, his hat resting on the back seat for now. His blue eyes had a light to them that Britney wasn’t sure was from their encounter earlier or from seeing all his old friends again. She could only guess it was a combination of both.

TJ and his crew had done a lot in the few hours they had had the Camaro. The rear had definitely blown when Britney had tried to race that kid so the crew had replaced the original rear with a full on, badass, aftermarket rear that could handle all the power the car would ever make. They had also replaced all the brakes with an aftermarket set that was designed for road races. And the entire suspension had been replaced with aftermarket components, lowering the car and beefing up the suspension to road-race- ready.

Britney could definitely feel the difference in the car. It was much more responsive to her inputs and even more catty in its response. All in all Britney was definitely happy she had bought the car and even more delighted with the tastes she had developed, both in cars and in other areas, she thought with a smile feeling the pleasant soreness in her ass.

Later that night Britney and Ryley were spooned together in bed; Ryley’s gentle breathing informing her that he was asleep. Another load of his cum was still in her ass, Britney had yet to go and take care of it, she was enjoying the warmth of his body at the moment. She was also finding it hard to sleep.

The message that had been waiting on her answering machine that night had excited and troubled her. The choice it had placed before her was a great one. It would mean choosing between Ryley and her career. She wasn’t sure what to do and hadn’t told Ryley. What could she say?

She would have to decide by tomorrow. Her career or Ryley? They both made her happy. Now that he had helped her get rid of her tyrannical record company she could branch off on her own, make her own decisions, and write her music unobstructed. But that would mean leaving the cowboy she had come to enjoy so much.

Britney wasn’t sure if she really did love him or not. In fact Britney had never loved anyone other than her family. You would think in the business she was in she would be surrounded by love and would know it when she saw it. But the fact was she didn’t know love, so she couldn’t identify it.

Either way, on the following day Britney would have to decide, she thought as she climbed out from under the covers. Looking down at Ryley as he slept peacefully she smiled. She did enjoy his company; maybe it was love. Maybe it wasn’t. Sighing, she swallowed hard and made up her mind. The next morning she would tell him about her problem and give him the news.

Britney had lost the only man she had ever loved. Her heart was broken. But, she would find him one day and they would be together again, she promised herself this as she cried herself to sleep.

Several weeks later

The wind whipped across the sand, blowing particles of it across the surface of the beach. The sound of the waves crashing ashore filled the air and the smell of salt water permeated the nostrils of both Ryley and his horse. Both horse and rider scanned the long stretch of beach with an easy gaze that belied the beautiful scenery around them.

Turning the horse in a slow circle, Ryley guided the golden palomino up the beach, retracing their hoof prints. Ryley’s mind wandered back over the past few weeks, trying to figure out just what in the hell he was doing. For some reason he couldn’t find a purpose to his journey.

After leaving Britney’s house that day, a day that felt like it had been years ago, Ryley had gone straight to the nearest bank he could find where he had accounts. He had withdrawn all his savings, which was quite a bit of money, enough to shock Ryley. Since he had been working on that ranch he hadn’t kept track of his accounts, merely deposited his pay and never looked back. Somewhere at another bank in the Midwest was all the money he had left from his days on the NASCAR circuit.

Once he had his money in his pocket, he pointed the Camaro south, following the coast. When the city was long behind him, he found himself in a nice rural area dotted with mansions and cottages. By the looks of the houses, Ryley figured that the people living around these parts were rather well off.

Within a week of leaving Britney, Ryley had found a huge ranch that had a help wanted sign hanging out front. Ryley had figured that the job would require mending fences and taking care of livestock, but there was none of that in the job description. The owners were a middle-aged couple, and were very pleasant when Ryley knocked on their front door.

He inquired about the job and they asked him how experienced he was on a horse. Ryley replied that he had been riding horses since he was six years old in fact; he had just about grown up in the saddle. This information pleased the couple immensely and after taking in his attire with an appraising eye they seemed to come to believe him quite readily.

They then proceeded to explain to Ryley what his job would be. They informed him that this ranch was used to board horses for people who preferred to have a little privacy, you know away from the public’s eye. Ryley understood immediately that this ranch was home to the horses of dozens of celebrities. The couple, their names were David and Nancy Kline, explained that these people merely came to ride the property and Ryley’s only job would be to keep an eye on everyone as best he could.

David explained that their former employee had become too star struck and several of the customers had complained about his behavior. That, along with an apparent stalking problem on his part, led to his dismissal. They asked if this would be a problem for Ryley and he replied that no, it probably wouldn’t. Both husband and wife had looked curiously at Ryley, but had seemed more than satisfied.

So Ryley was hired and had made arrangements to have his horse brought out from Colorado. Within in another week the two of them were riding the fifty thousand square acre piece of land. Cheyenne, his horse, had seemed more than pleased to see Ryley once again. Ryley for his part was also elated to have his old friend back and the two of them wasted no time in riding out onto the gorgeous land they were hired to survey.

In the following weeks Ryley had seen many celebrities of various calibers come and go. He had seen stars like Mel Gibson, Jude Law, Heather Graham, Brooke Burke and various others. Ryley had kept his distance, mainly because he had once known many of these people and cared not to associate with them anymore. The only one that he had wanted to say something to, but hadn’t gotten up the courage to do so, was Brooke Burke.

The two of them had had quite a relationship right when Ryley was getting his start with the Winston Cup. They had been seeing each other for about an eighteen- month period. Sadly, things hadn’t worked out between the two but they had remained friends for quite some time. It had been many years since he had seen Brooke, which was long before she was famous. Ryley had heard about her successful career, husband and two kids.

It pained him to realize that if it hadn’t been for a few mistakes on his part than it was quite possible the two of them would have been married. He hadn’t thought about her in a long time, but seeing her in all her beauty brought back a flood of memories. Ryley was also afraid of what Brooke might think of him now, especially with everything that had happened with Britney. The truth was Brooke had once been his best friend and right now, he could sure use a friend.

As he had this thought, Cheyenne snorted. Ryley looked up from his daydreaming and cast his eyes further down the beach. He could see another horse and rider approaching, trotting along at an easy pace. Ryley lowered the brim of his hat, with a gloved hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It wasn’t until the wind shifted that he realized who it was on the other horse.

The wind blew her long, dark hair to one side of her face and Ryley knew it was Brooke. He took her in with one glance as she approached him. She wore a simple white, button up shirt, which blew in the wind and framed her curves nicely. Her long, shapely legs were wearing a pair of loose, faded blue jeans, and a pair of old, sand colored cowboy boots.

She reined to a stop next to him and Ryley admired her tan skin as she smiled warmly at him. Ryley tipped his hat as she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face and licked her glistening lips. Brooke cast her eyes over Ryley’s attire, which consisted of a white pearl snap shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, the long dark coat, black leather gloves and white Stetson. He saw her give a slight nod of approval.

“You know,” she said as she crossed her hands over the saddle horn. ” I couldn’t believe my ears when Nancy told me the name of the new cowboy they had working for them.”

“So is that my official title?” Ryley asked, also leaning forwards in the saddle.

Brooke smiled as Cheyenne, a stallion, nuzzled Brooke’s quarter horse mare.

“That was always your official title, Ryley,” she replied with a wink.

Ryley smiled and lowered his face in embarrassment before looking back up at her and smiling broadly.

“It’s good to see you again, Brooke,” Ryley said.

“It’s nice to see you. Definitely been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Ryley nodded. ” Congratulations, by the way,” he said, nodding to the ring on her finger. ” And for the children.”

Brooke blushed. ” Yeah, I love my kids. And he’s a good man. He’s definitely not you.”

Ryley laughed. ” Is that good or bad?”

“Both,” she replied. ” I can depend on him much better than I could ever depend on you. But he’s not half the man you are. . . and I don’t mean like that,” she continued with a smile. ” I mean he’s more sensitive.”

“Oh come on, Brooke,” Ryley smiled. ” I’m sensitive.”

She smiled and turned her horse so that they were now both facing up the beach and they began to walk slowly, side by side.

“You were never sensitive, Ryley Hale. You were a man, and that’s what I needed when we were together. After you left, things changed. I needed a man that wasn’t so confident, so sure of himself. You know, so I wouldn’t have to worry about where he was spending his nights when I wasn’t there.”

Ryley nodded. ” I have changed, Brooke.”

“Then why are you here and not with Britney?”

The question took Ryley by surprise and it took him a moment to come to his senses.

“You knew?”

Brooke nudged Ryley, playfully. ” Ryley, she is the pop-culture after all, the world basically revolves around that girl for better or worse, everyone knows. So why are you here if you changed so much?”

Ryley sighed and then told Brooke everything. She listened intently, with the same attentiveness she had always had. When Ryley was done, she sighed and raised her head, taking a deep breath of the salt air.

“She’s just a kid, Ryley. Do you love her?”

Ryley nodded. ” I did. I’m not sure anymore, though.”

“Give it time, Ryley. She’ll realize her mistake”

“You think so?”

Brooke reached over and placed her hand on Ryley’s arm, squeezing lightly. Ryley looked over at her, her deep brown eyes staring into his and her mouth open slightly. She was absolutely gorgeous, always had been and always would be. Ryley missed her.

“Why not? I did.”

Ryley was taken by surprise at that comment. He smiled, nervously and guided Cheyenne a few steps away from Brooke and her mare. She smiled coyly at him. But Ryley wasn’t so sure. He wanted her, every man did, but she was married now, with two kids.

“Hey, Ryley, you still think you’re so good on a horse?”

He turned to her and smiled. ” I know I’m better than you.”

“Listen, mister. Just because you taught me how to ride doesn’t mean that I haven’t gotten better.”

“I doubt it, Brooke.”

She smiled. ” Than try to catch me.”

Ryley looked up as she urged her horse into a headlong gallop down the beach. Shaking his head, Ryley merely let Cheyenne have his head and the big stallion thundered down the beach. They caught up to Brooke quickly as she looked over her shoulder, laughing, and with her hair whipping in the wind.

Even at that speed, Ryley was mesmerized by her figure, which was silhouetted perfectly in the setting sun. They turned off the beach and continued down a trail, which grew steadily narrower. They slowed their pace, as the woods grew thicker, the trees closing in, leaving them in the cool shade of the evening wilderness.

They came to a stream and guided their horses through the water, which rose to the bellies of their mounts. Once on the other side they turned and walked down the bank in silence until they reached a cool, shaded pool of water. Brooke dismounted and let her horse lower its mouth to drink.

Ryley climbed from the saddle also and led Cheyenne to the water. The big horse began to drink and Ryley looked up at Brooke, whose eyes were glued to him as she stroked the neck of her brown mare. Ryley looked away but couldn’t ignore the feel of Brooke’s eyes on him. Finally, he turned back to her and stared deeply into her eyes, reading the message that was all too clear.

Letting Cheyenne’s reins dangle freely, Ryley walked around the horses and came up behind Brooke. She sighed and leaned back against him as he slid his arms under hers and wrapped them around her waist. The feel of her body against his was astounding, and brought back a flood of memories.

Her hands closed around his gloved fingers and she turned her head to his. Ryley looked down at her and could feel her breath on his skin. Her eyes stared into his even more powerfully than the look she had used for all her swimsuit calendars. Her hand rose up and caressed his cheek, then removed his Stetson.

“Just this once, Ryley,” she whispered. ” For what we had, and for what we could have had.”

Ryley nodded and closed his eyes as their lips met. Their tongues touched delicately, and Ryley inhaled deeply, the cool, tropical smell of her coming back to him. Brooke turned his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breasts against his chest.

Their tongues remembered each other with a passion and explored each other’s mouth with an experienced ease. Ryley slid his hands down her back to cup her ass and knead the firm flesh. Brooke’s hands seized the collar of his coat and she yanked it off his shoulders to hi elbows. She ripped open his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body, which had grown tan from working in the sun.

She lowered her mouth to his chest and she licked and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Ryley held her head in his hands, remembering how she would always do this to him when they made love. He pulled her face back to his after letting his coat fall to the ground. Their lips met with a passionate fury as Brooke pulled Ryley’s shirt from his jeans.

Ryley undid the buttons of Brooke’s shirt and she shrugged the garment off, letting it fall to the ground. She reached her back and undid the clasp of her white lace bra. Teasingly, she lowered the bra until the cups fell from her breasts, exposing Ryley’s eyes to the awe inspiring breasts, which had become a fantasy for any man who had seen her pictures. Ryley felt privileged to be seeing them now, and for having seen them long before the rest of the world.

Brooke’s attitude shifted to a more delicate, controlled expression of her emotions as she melted into Ryley’s arms. They both drew a sharp intake of breath as the bare skin of their upper bodies met for the first time in years. Ryley reached down and undid the buttons of Brooke’s jeans, smiling as he always did that her jeans never had zippers.

Smiling playfully, Brooke pushed him away and kicked off her boots then pulled her jeans off her curvaceous hips. Ryley’s eyes widened as her body came into view, clad only in a white lace, French cut pair of panties. How any woman could retain that figure after having two kids was beyond him. Ryley put it off as Brooke merely being a miracle of nature.

She stepped closer to him, and undid his belt and jeans and slid them down his legs. Ryley kicked his boots and socks off and stepped out of his jeans. Brooke slid his boxers down his legs to join his pants. Her hand wrapped around his cock as their lips met again, and she quickly stroked him to a raging erection. She looked down at his cock as she stroked it gently, her small hand failing to meet around its circumference.

“I missed this,” she said, looking back up at him.

Ryley smiled as he reached down and slid his fingers inside Brooke’s panties. She closed her eyes and sighed, swaying a little as Ryley teasingly stroked her pussy, reveling in the feel of her moisture. He found her clit and stroked it, causing Brooke to grab onto Ryley’s arms and bite her lower lip.

She opened her mouth and moaned. Ryley felt her body shaking. He looked around them and saw nothing. Trees, bushes and the flowing river were all that greeted his eyes. The two horses looked on with regal disdain as they nuzzled the tender chutes of grass, growing in the shade of the trees along the riverbank.

Ryley removed his hand and slid Brooke’s panties over her hips, letting them fall to the ground. She took his hand and led him away from the river into the shade of the trees. She fell to her knees in an area of deep, lush green grass and pulled Ryley after her. Taking each other in their arms, their lips met for a few moments before Brooke turned away from Ryley, getting down on her hands and knees.

Taking his cock in his hand, Ryley guided himself to her moist entrance as she looked over her shoulder at him. She tossed her hair over one shoulder so she could get a better view as Ryley slid himself a few inches inside of her. Brooke sighed and arched her back, enjoying the feel of his cock.

Despite the moment, Ryley’s mind was flooded with memories of their countless nights of lovemaking. The two of them used to stay up all night long sometimes, unable to satisfy their hunger for each other. Back then, it seemed as if they would never be apart, but alas, that had changed as many things did when you were young. Now Ryley knew this would be the last time they would ever be together like this. Brooke had far too much to lose, and Ryley didn’t blame her, he was glad to have this moment with her.

So without hesitating any longer, Ryley thrust into her pussy until his balls slapped against her clit. Brooke arched her back and came on his cock, shaking in orgasmic bliss and doing a good job of not making too much noise. She dropped to her elbows, muffling her cries in her arms.

Ryley’s hands slid up her back to her shoulders as he began to withdraw, feeling the pull of her pussy on the skin of his cock. She wasn’t as tight as she had been all those years ago, but there wasn’t much difference. Besides, she was one of the most beautiful women in the world and an incredible lover. Ryley thrust back into her and her head snapped back as she moaned in pure bliss.

They built up a nice rhythm together. Brooke thrust back against him and swiveled her hips, creating a delicious sensation on Ryley’s cock. They were both soon covered in a sheen of sweat, and Brooke’s hair became a tangled mess around her head. Reaching around her body, Ryley played with her nipples, causing Brooke to rise up off her arms and press her back to her chest.

Ryley pulled her up so they were both pressed together and Ryley was thrusting up into her. Brooke reached around and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Then her hands clasped themselves over his, helping him to knead her tits. Ryley could feel his orgasm beginning deep down in his nuts. Bending his head down, Ryley sucked gently on Brooke’s earlobe.

“I’m going to cum, Brooke,” he whispered. ” What should I do?”

She moaned and responded in a breathless voice, as her body rocked with his thrusts.

“Let me get on my back, then fuck me until you cum,” she replied, falling from his grasp.

Ryley pulled his cock from her pussy as she rolled onto her back. He quickly spread her legs, which she hooked around his back as he guided himself back inside of her. Reaching down he smoothed his hand over her cleanly shaven mound and he began to tickle her clit. Brooke whined in delight and bucked her hips against him, her fingers pinching her own nipples.

She exploded in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Ryley’s cock. He felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he hammered in and out of her. He watched her awesome tits heaving with his thrusts and felt her legs tightening around his waist.

“Cum inside me, Ryley,” Brooke whined in a high-pitched voice. ” Fill me with you r cum. Just like you used to.”

Ryley leaned over her on his arms and kissed her deeply. She opened her eyes and cradled his head in her hands. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes as Ryley pistoned in and out of her. His balls began to churn and his cock swelled inside of her pussy.

“God, Ryley, I can feel your cock getting bigger!” Brooke said, with a delighted smile on your face. ” Come on, fill me with your hot cum! I always loved when you came, I could feel it splashing inside of me! Come on, Ryley, this one last time, because we loved each other once, do it!”

Ryley roared as his cock exploded. It jerked and shot wad after wad of semen, deep inside Brooke’s pussy. She squealed in delight and bucked underneath him, milking him of his load. Ryley thrust a few more times then left his cock deep inside of her, keeping his load buried inside of her.

When he opened his eyes, Brooke was regarding him with a soft, contented look. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply. Her legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him inside of her. Ryley tried to regain control of his breathing as he gently nipped at Brooke’s neck. Her hands smoothed over his back, reminding him of how they used to bask in the afterglow of sex.

Neither one of them was eager to break their contact, but finally Brooke lowered her legs from around his waist. Ryley took this as a sign and he pulled out of her, his half erect cock sliding easily from her filled pussy. He stood up and held out his hand for her.

She took it and he pulled her easily to her feet. They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment then Brooke walked towards the river. Ryley followed her and they each stepped into the cool water a few feet then dove side by side into the deep pool. A few seconds later, they surfaced in the center, a few feet from each other.

Their eyes met immediately, the old connection the two had felt for each other rekindled and alive as it ever was. Brooked swam over to Ryley and he took her in his arms. Their lips met the way they used to and they kissed with a tenderness that shocked both of them.

Brooke pulled back, still in Ryley’s arms and looked into his eyes. He lowered his, a sadness filling them that Brooke understood immediately. She realized then that he had indeed changed and this made her sad as well. The thoughts of what might have been filled her head as she leaned forwards and kissed him on the forehead.

Ryley looked back up at Brooke, and despite the water that covered them both he saw a tear falling from Brooke’s eye. He kissed her again, their tongues touching each other’s in a final embrace. Then Brooke pulled back and they studied each other.

“I’m sorry, Ryley,” she whispered. ” For everything.”

The hint of a smile pulled at Ryley’s mouth as he reached up and caressed her cheek, Brooke pressing her face to his hand and closing her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly and she kissed his hand.

“You never owed me an apology, Brooke,” Ryley replied. ” Us failing was my fault.”

She shook her head. ” No, I mean you have changed, and that makes me love you all over again.”

Ryley shook his head. ” Don’t, Brooke. For your children.”

Brooke looked up at him, remembering her two little ones at home for the first time since they had gotten off their horses earlier. She leaned forwards and kissed Ryley, right next to his mouth. It was a parting kiss that Ryley didn’t fail to see the meaning in. He hugged her tightly as they tread water in the middle of the river, pulling her body against his as they both sighed. Then Brooke slid gently from his arms.

“Thank you, Ryley,” she said, touching his cheek lightly. ” For not being selfish.”

He smiled, the emotions inside him so strong that he was afraid speaking would betray them. It wouldn’t be fair to her, because he knew if he pressed her she would leave her husband for him. But that wasn’t the right thing for Ryley to do. He had come barging back into her life, and to take everything she had from her by taking her back would be a sin, the likes of which he would never be able to move past.

Brooke swam slowly away from him towards shore. She climbed from the water, which shimmered off her body in heavenly layers. Ryley looked away from her incredible body as she pulled a towel from the saddlebag on her horse and dried off lightly. She dressed and climbed back into the saddle, after giving Cheyenne a hug.

Turning her horse, she looked back at Ryley as he watched her. She smiled and blew him a kiss.

“Goodbye, Ryley,” she called. ” Good luck with everything.”

Ryley nodded, feeling a tear fall from his eye, which bothered him immensely.

“Goodbye, Brooke,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.

He watched her ride down the riverbank towards the trail. Just as she reached it he saw her turn back in the saddle and look at him. Even from there Ryley could tell she was crying. Then she was gone from sight. If her eyes hadn’t been so clouded with tears she would have seen that Ryley was also crying.

“What might have been,” Ryley mused to himself as he swam towards shore.

“Next chapter Ryley gets another job that puts him behind the wheel and back into the celebrity spotlight.”

” Absolutely not,” Ashley replied. ” Not even if you paid me.”

Ryley was surprised at the amount of attitude and confidence Ashley was exhibiting.

” Now, now, honey, that ain”t a polite way to speak to someone.”

” I don”t give a shit, just let go of my arm.”

” I told you, you just got to have a drink with me.”

” Let go of her, buddy,” Ryley ordered, finally joining in.

The man turned to her. ” And just who the fuck are you?”

” Ryley, I”ll handle this,” Ashley said.

” Oh, ain”t that cute,” drawled the man, sneering. ” Why don”t you run the fuck along back to mama?”

Ryley took a step forwards but Ashley put her hand on his arm, stopping him.

” Why don”t you let go of my arm,” Ashley ordered. ” Before I remove it.”

The man smiled. ” Why don”t you suck my-”

Ashley moved so fast Ryley didn”t even see it happen. In the blink of an eye the man was gushing blood from his nose and mouth. He released Ashley”s arm and grabbed his face, while his buddies around him all turned to see what the commotion was about. Ashley grabbed Ryley”s hand and led him quickly through the crowd and outside the bar.

She was laughing as they climbed into the Camaro and Ryley started the engine. He threw it into reverse and backed out of the spot, swinging the front end around and roaring out of the lot. Ryley looked over at Ashley and could literally see the adrenaline coursing through her as she smiled broadly and turned to look at him.

” Where did you learn to fight like that?” Ryley asked.

” Birds of Prey,” she replied. ” I took a lot of judo, karate and other self defense courses to learn the role better.”

Ryley nodded. ” The Huntress. Took the role to heart, huh?”

She shook her head. ” No, I”m worse then Helena Kyle.”

Ryley smiled. ” I guess so.”

Suddenly, the air around them was filled with the sound of squealing rubber. Headlights flashed into view behind them, and high beams began to flick on and off. Through the glare, Ryley could just make out a late model Mustang, its exhaust screaming. It didn”t take a genius to figure out that it was the guy from the bar and a couple of his buddies.

The crack of a gunshot and the sound of a ricocheting bullet shocked Ryley into realizing this was no joke. Ashley screamed and ducked down in her seat.

” Ashley, hold on and keep your head down,” Ryley ordered.

Mashing the accelerator, Ryley took the Camaro into a headlong, balls to the wall acceleration exercise. He slammed on the brakes, downshifted and cranked the wheel, the rear end of the Camaro sliding out from behind them as they slid sideways onto a two lane, road. Ryley was leading them out to the road where he had filmed the last scene that very day.

The Mustang was behind them, a little further now, but definitely back there. Another gunshot roared from behind them, the bullet smashing the mirror on Ashley”s side. Ryley took the Camaro through the gears and steadily gained ground, putting more distance between them and the Mustang. Seeing a car up ahead, Ryley swung the car into the opposing lane and roared past them.

He pulled back into his lane and locked up the brakes as a car went past him going the other way. Spinning the wheel, he slid the Camaro around one hundred and eighty degrees, watching the scene before them. Ashley lifted her head as well just as the Mustang swung into the other lane, right into the path of the car that had just passed the Camaro.

The sound of squealing rubber reached their ears as the Mustang locked up its brakes. Ashley gasped as the car”s headlights swung wildly. They both watched in morbid fascination as the headlights careened off the road and rolled wildly. After rolling countless times, the lights went out and Ryley shifted into gear.

They drove down the road, back the way they had come. Ashley stared silently out the window as they passed the smoking remains of the Mustang. Ryley stopped the Camaro and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed 911 and reported the accident, censoring the details. He hung up and then drove down the road, back towards town. Ashley looked over at him.

” Where did you learn to drive?” she asked.

Ryley looked over at her and smiled, his hands still shaking from the adrenaline rush.

” I”ve been racing cars since before I could legally drive. We used to build cars and go out and do every crazy thing we could with them,” he explained.

” Who”s we?”

Ryley clenched his teeth. ” Me and my brother.”

” Is TJ your brother?”

Ryley shook his head. ” TJ was my brother”s best friend.”

” Was?”

Ryley nodded. ” My brother was killed eight years ago.”

” I”m sorry. How did it happen? If you don”t mind me asking.”

” GTA,” Ryley responded, simply.

” What?”

Ryley looked over at her, and Ashley could see a look of suppressed pain in his eyes.

” Grand Theft Auto,” he said, his voice breaking.

” Oh God, Ryley. He was carjacked.”

Again Ryley shook his head. ” No,” he said. ” He carjacked someone, and he was killed by the cops in the chase.”

Ashley watched Ryley”s face as passing headlights cast ghostly shadows on it. He was, she decided, the quintessential cowboy. Ryley was tall, dark, handsome and as she could now tell, plenty mysterious. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she regarded him.

They pulled to a stop outside the row of trailers still set up at the lot where they had been earlier. Ryley looked over at Ashley, neither of them moving for several moments. Finally, Ashley brought her one knee up on the seat and turned to face Ryley. She placed one hand on the center console and leaned across until her lips were an inch from his.

Neither of them moved, their eyes unblinking as they stared into the others. Then Ashley closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips to Ryley”s. They kissed softly, their parting simultaneously to allow their tongues into the game. Slowly, Ashley pressed her chest to his, and let her weight rest on him.

Instinctively, Ryley wrapped his arms around her back as she placed her hands on his chest. Ryley guided her down so she was lying across his lap, her back to the driver”s side door, and her legs across the passenger seat. Ashley ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to hers, moaning as Ryley”s hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her tight stomach.

” Do you want to come inside?” she asked, leaning back.

Ryley opened the driver”s side door and stepped out, cradling Ashley in his arms. She giggled as Ryley carried her easily up the steps to her trailer and opened the door. He carried her inside, his eyes surveying the fairly disheveled living area, with its couches, table and chairs.

Then he turned and walked down the hallway leading to the back of the trailer and the bedroom. Opening the door, he saw the bed made up with white satin sheets, and several candles below the windows, whose curtains were drawn. Ryley set Ashley on her feet and they kissed passionately.

Her hands flew to his pants and she had them undone and around his ankles in seconds. Ryley was equally as fast, he slid Ashley”s pants off her hips, letting them fall to the floor then hooked his thumbs in her black thong. She smiled as he slid them slowly over her hips and let them join her pants.

Ashley pulled Ryley”s T-shirt over his head and threw it into the corner. Her fingers went to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles for a moment before she slipped one hand into his boxers. A catlike purr rose in her throat when she took his throbbing nine-inch cock in her hand. Ryley saw her eyes narrow to lustful slits as she slowly stroked him.

Ryley pulled her hand from his boxers long enough to pull her shirt over her head. A black lace bra covered her breasts, but Ashley reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting it fall to the floor. Ryley”s eyes fell to her breasts, which had a gorgeous, teardrop shape, topped with slightly upturned pink rose colored nipples a little bigger then a quarter. Ryley covered them with his hands and rubbed them gently, feeling the nipples swell under his touch.

Her breath whispered across his face as she slid his boxers down, finally freeing his raging erection. A smile crossed her face as she took a hold of it with both hands and stroked it with long, slow motions. Ryley tried to control his breathing as he slid his hand down her stomach to cup her smoothly shaven mound.

Ashley ground her hips as Ryley began to rub her spreading moisture across her slit. She closed her eyes as he found her exposed clit and began to tickle it. A low moan escaped her lips as she stopped stroking his cock and merely held it while her hips moved of their own accord. Ryley could feel her juices coating his fingers as her face flushed and her breathing increased.

Pushing Ryley”s hand away, Ashley crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at Ryley as she lowered her face to the bed, sticking her ass op in the air. Her exposed pussy beckoned to Ryley like a sparkling jewel in the dim light of the trailer.

” Fuck me, Ryley,” she ordered.

Taking his throbbing cock in hand, Ryley got up on the bed behind her. He rubbed the engorged head across her slit, spreading her juices around her outer lips. Ashley reached through her legs and gently took hold of Ryley”s balls, stroking them and urging him forwards.

Slowly, Ryley slid just the head into her incredibly tight hole. Taking hold of her hips he surged forwards, burying his cock to the hilt inside of Ashley. She moaned loudly, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices seeping out around Ryley”s pulsing cock.

Ever so slowly, Ryley withdrew his cock until just the tip was in, then drove it all the way back inside Ashley”s velvet love canal. He groaned, feeling the walls of her vagina milking his cock. She definitely wasn”t the tightest girl he had ever been with, but the sensations were nonetheless intoxicating.

Ryley began to fuck Ashley with long, slow strokes until he had built up a nice rhythm and was pistoning in and out of her like crazy. Ashley recovered from her powerful orgasm and got up on her hands and began thrusting back against him. Her moans filled the trailer, which had begun to rock ever so slightly from their motions.

There was no doubt in Ryley”s mind that this was nothing more than a one night encounter, which might blossom into an ongoing affair, but nothing more. It wasn”t love, he could see it in Ashley”s eyes. This was merely fucking, satisfying an undeniable, mutual urge and Ryley was happy to satisfy it.

He reached around Ashley and took her wonderful breasts in his hands. His hands covered the incredible orbs and gently pinched her nipples. Ashley”s hands covered his as she rose up off the bed, pressing her back to his chest. She turned her head to the side and caught sight of their reflection in the window of the trailer.

” Ryley, look,” she moaned.

Ryley turned his head and saw the reflection as well. Every muscle in Ashley”s body stood out from their rhythmic motions. Both their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat, which reflected the light inside with a soft glow. The look of pure ecstasy on Ashley”s face spurred Ryley into thrusting harder, and leaning back, taking Ashley with him.

The force of his thrusts grew powerful enough to drive Ashley off the bed, as she was held impaled on his cock for a split second. Ashley turned her face to his and they kissed, their tongues dueling fiercely. Ryley”s nose was filled with the natural smell of her body, an intoxicating aroma of jasmine that flooded his senses.

Running his hand down her stomach, Ryley reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fiercely. Ashley whined, a high-pitched, animalistic sound that made Ryley”s cock burn and swell inside her. She shook in his arms as she came, her juices flowing from inside of her and running down Ryley”s shaft. He could feel the pleasantly painful burning in his balls, which announced his impending orgasm.

” Ashley,” he breathed. ” DO you want me to cum inside you?”

She moaned. ” No, I”m not on anything. But I have an idea.”

Ashley lowered herself to the bed, and laid down, Ryley”s cock, slick with her juices falling from her pussy. She turned over on her back and pushed her tits together, looking up at Ryley with an evil smile. Ryley smiled as he realized what she wanted.

He straddled her waist and slid his cock between her tits. Ashley didn”t have the biggest breasts he had ever seen, and he had never cared much for huge tits, but hers felt absolutely perfect wrapped around his cock. Taking hold of her wrists to help her hold her tits in place and for leverage, he began to thrust in and out of the wondrous vise she had created.

The head of his cock bumped against her chin with each forward thrust, so Ashley craned her head forwards and opened her mouth. Her tongue licked the head of his thrusting cock, causing a delicious sensation to run through Ryley”s body. He could feel his balls churning again and he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

Ashley”s body shook beneath him and she moaned her encouragement. Ryley suppressed the urge to scream in pleasure as his cock exploded. A huge rope of semen landed right in Ashley”s open mouth and she closed it to swallow, groaning in appreciation. The next wad splattered across her lovely lips. Another one splattered across her face, just missing her eye. Several more erupted, coating her throat and running down to pool around her breasts.

Ryley released Ashley”s hands and she began to gather up all his cum and lick it off her hands. When she had gathered all that she could she massaged what was on her chest into her tits. She rolled on top of Ryley and kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste himself.

It wasn”t unpleasant, Ryley thought as he folded Ashley into his arms. He felt her body relax as she unwound from the intensity of their act. Her lithe body softened under his touch as she lowered her head to his chest, her tits pressing against him. Soon she was asleep, but Ryley lay awake for quite some time.

He closed his eyes after looking at the clock and seeing it was three o”clock in the morning. The sound of a high performance car made him open his eyes, he looked at the clock and saw he had been asleep for about two hours, which surprised him. Ashley and he had moved into the spoon position, her ass nestled against his semi-erect cock.

He had wrapped his arms around her body and her hands were entwined with his. This took him somewhat by surprise. He hadn”t expected Ashley to cuddle like this, maybe the encounter had meant more to her than to him. Gently, he withdrew from her grasp and watched her move in her sleep until she was lying on her stomach. Ryley stood up and looked down at her sleek, toned body, admiring the curve and swell of her ass and hips and the lovely indentation at the small of her back, something that had always intrigued Ryley about girls. She definitely had one of the best asses he had ever seen, probably the best overall.

Ryley turned away from the heavenly sight Ashley offered and walked to the window. Peering outside he saw something that made his heart stand still. A very familiar black Camaro SS was parked outside, in front of Colin Farrell”s trailer. On the steps to the trailer Britney and Colin were locked in a very passionate embrace, then they turned and walked inside the trailer, closing the door.

So Britney was screwing Colin now. Ryley shook his head. He had already accepted the fact that he and Britney were through, but to see this felt like someone twisting a knife in chest. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, clearing his thoughts.

Turning back, Ryley picked up his clothes and began getting dressed. As he was tucking his shirt in, Ashley rolled over, opening her eyes. She smiled when she saw him, her eyes narrowing to contented little slits.

” Where are you going?” she asked.

Ryley admired her still naked body. ” Home.”

Ashley sat up. ” Are you coming back?”

” No, you have a boyfriend right?”

She lowered her eyes and nodded. ” Ashton Kutcher.”

Ryley knew this but still couldn”t picture this gorgeous girl with a guy like Ashton.

” Then why would I come back?” he asked.

Ashley opened her mouth to speak, then stopped. She stood up and pulled the sheet from the bed around her body.

” Ashley, you are incredible,” Ryley said, folding her in his arms. ” But I am not going to play a game.”

She forced a smile, blinking repeatedly. Ryley was about to leave but he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his business cards that Steve had made for him. He placed it on the small nightstand next to the bed.

” What”s that?” she asked.

” My number. Maybe someday if you when you”re single again you can give me a call. But for now, let”s just let it lie.”

Ashley nodded and stepped back. ” Okay, Ryley.”

She watched Ryley walk towards the door, stopping for a moment as if he was considering looking back. Then he opened the door and walked outside. Ashley turned to the window and looked outside as Ryley walked to his car. He stopped for a moment, gazing long and hard at a late model Camaro parked a few feet away outside Colin”s trailer.

He turned and climbed into his car, starting the motor. He waved to Ashley through the windshield and then backed up and drove away. Ashley sat down on the edge of her bed.

Ashton was a great guy, the two of them had been together for awhile now. But now Ashley found herself questioning why she was with him. She hadn”t intended this night with Ryley to be anything more than a fling. Never before had she been so sexually attracted to a man before.

But after this night with him, she felt something more than just that attraction. Who knew? Maybe it was just part of the post euphoric feelings still sluicing through her veins. It had been a wonderful encounter, she thought, smiling as she registered the tight feeling she had between her legs.

She would probably feel better in the morning. Lying back on the bed she closed her eyes, reassured that the morning would shed some light on her feelings. Ashley had no doubt that with the dawn her feelings for Ashton would be reinvigorated. He was a star after all and Ryley was . . .

Ashley sat up. What was Ryley? Frustrated, Ashley picked up the card Ryley had left and looked at it, reciting the number in her head. Putting the card back, she got up and walked through the trailer.

She needed a shower so she could get a good night”s sleep. Though now it was all to clear she wasn”t going to get any sleep tonight. And she also came to the inevitable conclusion that the dawn would not bring any relief to her thoughts of Ryley. Ashley would have to see Ryley again and soon.

In the meantime, Ryley was driving towards the hotel he had been staying at. He would have to start packing so he could get on the road to the next film, whatever it might be. Steve had said he would call him and let him know where to go.

Despite these thoughts he kept picturing Ashley in his head and the look on her face when he said he wasn”t coming back. Was it possible that Ashley had grown attached to him in just this one night? He doubted it. He had to admit that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever been with. Lying in bed with her had felt so natural that it had shocked him.

Well maybe she would call him one day. If she did he doubted he would have any trouble decoding her feelings. Then again he thought he had done a good job of reading Britney”s feelings, but she was back in Colin Farrell”s trailer at the moment so obviously he had been mistaken.

The metallic ring of Ryley”s cell phone shattered his thoughts. Picking it up off the passenger seat he pressed the “receive” button and placed it to his ear.

” Hello?”

” Ryley, it”s Steve.”

Ryley recognized his agent”s voice. ” What”s up? It”s late.”

” I know, I didn”t think you”d answer, I was gonna leave a message.”

” Yeah, no big deal. What”s up?”

Ryley heard the sound of shuffling papers. ” I got your next job, already. It”s a music video shoot. All car footage.”

” Great, where?”

” It”s in Arizona, I”ll fax the directions to the hotel.”

” Okay, who”s the video for?”

There was a pause. ” Mandy Moore.”

Ryley cursed under his breath. ” Wonderful,” he replied.

” Is that a problem?” Steve asked.

Ryley shook his head. ” No, I doubt it.”

” All right, good. I”ll fax those directions to the hotel. Call me if there”s any problems.”

” Okay,” Ryley replied, and hung up.

Ryley couldn”t believe that after all these years he would be seeing Mandy again. The story behind the two of them was as sordid as Ryley”s past. He closed his eyes, remembering the happy times they had shared, which were few. The memories of pain were all too evident and they each had been a shoulder to cry on in a dire time of need. Facing her was something that was making him physically sick to his stomach.

But he would face her. He owed her that much. And maybe the two of them could finally bury the hatchet.

“I hope you guys liked this chapter. Email me and let me know what starlets you would like to see in the upcoming chapters. I have a rough idea in my head of how to proceed but I would love to hear your ideas. The next few chapters are going to be crazy I hope. Ryley is going to be revisited by more past loves. The Cowboy”

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