Depressed Cowgirl in Pink

Chapter 4 part 2

Rhett

Feelin’ her body pressed against mine, lookin’ into those big hazel eyes and those parted pink lips—Lord help me, I didn’t stand a damn chance.

I kissed her. I had to. I'd been holdin’ it in since the moment she stumbled into my world with her soft voice and stubborn spark. It wasn’t just want—it was like gravity pulled me to her, and I gave in without a fight.

She melted right into me, and every part of her felt like it belonged in my arms. Like this was supposed to happen.

The ride back was torture—ridin’ with a hard-on, tryin’ to focus on fences and pasture lines while her leg brushed mine every few steps. She laughed, smiled, leaned closer when she didn’t have to. And I swear, every little thing she did made me feel like a teenager again, awkward and wired with want.

She wasn’t even wearin’ a bra. God have mercy.

By the time we were back near the barn, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I helped her down from Zoe and maybe... just maybe, I didn’t let go right away.

Our bodies aligned like they’d done it before. Her hands landed on my shoulders, my hands stayed at her hips, and neither of us moved.

One look—that was all it took.

I kissed her again, deeper this time. Her lips opened for me, soft and eager. She tasted like sunshine and rain and somethin’ I didn’t know I’d been missin’ my whole damn life.

We found ourselves inside the barn before I knew what I was doin’, her legs wrapped around me, her mouth on mine like we’d been waitin’ years to get to this moment. Her breath, her little sighs, the way she let me take the lead but gave right back—it undid me.

She wasn’t shy about wantin’ me, and that... that about drove me wild.

I whispered her name more than once. Told her she was incredible. That I hadn’t felt this alive in a long damn time. And every word was true.

I grab her legs and wrap them around my waist, carry her to the barn and push her against the wall with one arm holding her arms above her head and one of my knees between her legs to hold her still, hold her in place so I can feel all parts of her body.

She’s being a good girl and kisses me back holding herself on my shoulders but letting me be in control. I never felt this turned on in my life, and God knows it’s been a while.

“You are so wonderful!” she sighs in my face.

That’s it, I rub a finger on her folds and my thumb on her c**t to shut her up. She cried out when I hit a sweet spot. I stop and bath my eyes for a few moments with the beautiful sight in front of me.

“Hope you’re magnificent, you were made just for me.” I rub her p***y under her clothes and it hurts to feel how wet she is.

“I need more.... This is torture...” Say no more baby girl, in one quick move I release my aching d**k, coat it with her juices and slide it inside her with one fast thrust.

Her scream makes the horses squeal and the sparrows fly off the nearby tree. “I’m sorry darlin, I didn’t mean to hurt you, you ok?”

She just nods her head and starts moving her hips to get me start thrusting again. And I happily oblige.

Now I know for sure I’m never letting go of this woman, now I know for sure she was made just for me, I just need to convince her to stay, sabotage her car beyond fixing.

I didn’t know it could feel like this. Like my body wasn’t mine anymore, like I was melting into her with every breath we took. Her back hit the barn wall with a soft thud and my hands were already on her hips, gripping tighter than I meant to, like I thought she might vanish if I let go. She looked up at me—God, those eyes—and for a second, I swore the whole damn world tilted.

I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t. All I could do was feel—her fingers clawing at my shirt, her mouth hot and searching against mine, the press of her thighs around me like a secret only we knew. The rough wood dug into my knuckles, but I welcomed the sting. I needed it—something to remind me this was real and not just another fever dream I’d wake up from aching.

Hope moaned my name, and it undid me. Right there. Nothing in my life had ever sounded so honest. I’d been touched before, sure, kissed and f****d a few times, but this—this was hunger that ran bone-deep. It was need and trust and something dangerous blooming in my chest that felt a hell of a lot like love. And it scared me. How much I wanted her. How much I already needed her.

She pulled me closer like she felt it too, and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was holding back pieces of myself to stay safe. I gave them to her. All of them. Right there against the barn wall, in the heat and the dust and the blur of everything we were becoming—I let go.

I can feel her tense up and her breath coming down faster and faster in pants and I can feel she’s close, I get my thumb and pinch her c**t and she breaks away right here in my arms, against the barn wall.

Feeling my release close I pull out and let my seed mark her belly and sweet t**s. This woman will forever be mine now. Holding her on my thigh to let her breath normalize, I nuzzle her hair on the crook of her sweaty neck and breath in her intoxicating scent.

We came together like a storm, breathless and tangled, hands desperate, hearts poundin’. I held her close afterward, stroked her hair as she came down, restin’ against my chest like she’d been there forever.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over me, but I really hope you won’t run away from me now.” I sigh in her slightly damp hair.

“Why would I run away? My car won’t even start anyway, plus I really really like you.” I just shrug, don’t know what to say and don’t want to seem desperate for her to stay.

When she joked, askin’ if I treated all my ranch hands that way, I laughed—but I meant it when I told her no. Hell no.

“Just you, sweet girl. It’s been a while for me.”

She smiled into my neck, and I felt it like sunlight on a cold day.

I find a clean rug and swipe my c*m off her belly and breasts, can’t help but smile how beautiful she is with my hot seed on her. Maybe she will let me c*m inside her at some point, I know I have a strong urge to see her belly round with my child now, I can feel it, she is that girl for me, the girl who can make my dreams come true. In the meantime the horses graze by the barn, still saddled.

We cleaned up inside the house, and I gave her a fresh towel and one of my shirts—couldn’t help but grin seein’ her in it. Then I stepped outside to finish the chores we’d both half-forgotten about.

By the time I came back to the house, she’d made dinner. It wasn’t perfect—meat a little burnt, beans a touch underdone—but I didn’t care. She cooked for me. After everything, she still wanted to do somethin’ kind.

That meant more than a five-star meal ever could.

We ate, talked a little, then stepped outside with the dogs to watch the sun go down. She curled up beside me on the bench, laid her head on my shoulder like it belonged there, and before long, she was out—breathin’ soft, completely at peace.

And I just sat there, holdin’ her like she was somethin’ fragile and rare.

Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how fast this had all happened. How much she’d already settled into the empty corners of my life. It scared me, sure. But it also felt right.

I carried her inside and laid her in my bed, climbed in beside her, and pulled the blanket up over us both.

And yeah, maybe I only met her.

But tonight?

It felt like she’d always been mine.