Wicked Wednesday: Giddy Up

The story I'm recc'ing today is merely a one shot, but what a delicious one it is! There isn't really a plot, since it's more like a snapshot from their lives.

In 'Giddy Up' by SweetDulcinea Jasper pretends to be a cowboy who presumed he could just put his horse in Bella's stable and stay there. The entire one shot is a long, single scene of their little porn game and damn, it's hot as hell!

So go check it out!

Here's a little taste;

"Howdy, ma'am," he drawls, and I hear the thick Texas accent he always slips into when he's home or around family. Years of living up north have toned it down, but it only takes one conversation with another southern native for him to fall back into it. Not that I mind; his sexy intonation and inflection are something I adore about this man.

"Well hello there," I smile back, trying not to stare at the way his lips are pulling up to one side around his smoke. That grin always kills me, and don't even get me started on the dimples…

I am one lucky bitch, I must admit, because even after five years together – two dating, one engaged, and two married – he always manages to surprise me in the best kind of ways. This vision of hot, wild sex just waiting to happen is only one example. Raking my eyes up and down his fine, masculine form, I can't help but linger on the hard lines of his muscles, the gorgeous cut of his abs, or the dark lines of the tattoo that flows down his left arm, almost to the elbow. If I ever met an angel, I'm fairly certain it would look like him.

Stubbing out his cigarette, he ambles across the room, causing my breath to quicken with each step he takes closer to me. Normally, I would be pissed about him smoking in the house, but I can see that this is part of his game. A sharp gust of wind makes the curtains dance, and I'm at least grateful for the fresh air that will defuse the scent.

"What's all this about?" I ask with a playful tinge in my words. "It's certainly a surprise."

"Well, you see, ma'am, I've been riding all day, and my poor Penny – that's my horse – she's needing a rest from the sun. I hope you don't mind that I put her up in your barn."

I smirk at his game, hardening my features to play along. "This isn't some motel for strays. Not my barn, and certainly not my home," I scowl.

With a remorseful pout, he tips his hat off his head, holding it over his heart. "I certainly didn't mean to impose, and I do apologize for my behavior. Could you think of some way I could make it up to you?"

"Put your hat back on," I order immediately, and his eyes widen.

"Excuse me?"

"The hat. I want it on."

"Even in the house, ma'am?" he asks with another devious smirk.

"Oh yes." With confidence, I yank out my ponytail and shake my long dark hair free. I reach out a finger and press it between his ribs. He follows my direction, taking a few sidesteps so that he's in front of the bed.

His pout returns, steel blue eyes seeking mine. "How can I make it up to you, ma'am?"