Cowboy Redemption (Down Under Cowboy Book 6) (10 page)

Oscar is beaming.  He scoffs his cake, jumps up and wipes the crumbs off his hands onto his jeans.  He asks Kye a question to which Kye nods and then they walk off to the back of the yard where they proceed to start throwing and kicking the football back and forth. 

I watch as Kye shows Oscar some techniques and gives him tips about kicking and passing.  Then Kye puts together an impromptu game between Oscar and his friends.  Jackson, Jeremy, Clay, Luke and Zeke all join in, too and soon it’s the kids against the dads.  Deciding I can’t stand here all day and watch them like a stalker, I manage to tear my eyes away, and with a smile on my face, I begin tidying up.

~*~

“I’m happy for you.  Kye’s great,” my sister murmurs.  Taking a sip of my coffee, I pop another piece of Oscar’s birthday cake into my mouth.  It’s chocolate mud. 
Delish.

“Thanks.”

“How are things going?” she asks.

“They’re going good.  Moving forward,” I reply, smiling.

“Progress is good.”

I nod.

Everyone left about an hour ago, but I stayed back to help Ava finish tidying up.  With all the cleaning done, now Oscar is in his room, hanging his new Raiders picture with Jeremy and the twins and Haidee are watching a movie. 

“He’s a great guy,” I say, finishing off my coffee.

“He is.  I thought my heart was going to explode when he gave Oscar that gift. 
Oh my gosh,
” he gushes.

“I know!  It was very generous and so thoughtful.  Oscar loved it.”

She takes both our empty mugs and washes them out in the sink.  After saying my goodbyes, I drive back to my hut.  The sun is beginning to set and I decide to take a detour.  Stopping my car, I climb out and walk around the front.  Planting my butt on the bonnet, I look out over the massive forest below me.  The sound of the nearby waterfall fills my ears as it cascades over the cliff.  The sun slowly lowers down behind the trees, illuminating the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks splattered with greys and blues. 
Another stunning Northern Territory sunset.

At thirty-seven, I have seen these sunsets numerous times, but they never cease to amaze me. For some reason, watching a day end always helps me think.  Something about the ending of one day with the promise of a new tomorrow always helps me clear my mind.  Closing my eyes, my thoughts immediately drift to Kye.  Tall, dark and delectable, Kye Austin.  I sigh.  Yes, I literally sigh.  I’m that ridiculous.  I’m standing on top of a cliff, watching the sun going down and audibly sighing over a man.  How old am I again?

The stars begin to appear in the sky, so I climb back in my car and head home.

Kye

I’ve spent the last three weeks doing some maintenance and basic home repairs on Skip’s house, which also led into me gaining three new jobs on other houses in the neighbourhood.  So, with my work at Skip’s finished yesterday, this morning I’m heading over to my next client’s house.  Francesca approached me last week, asking me if I would be able to mow her lawns and clean her gutters out.  She also said she would like me to have a look at her garage door and maybe patch a wall. 

Even though it is early morning, the sun is already shining high in the sky and beaming bright when I stop my truck out front of Francesca’s.  She answers her door after I knock, and with a flirty smile, she asks me inside.

“Thanks so much for coming over, Kye.”  She brushes her hand against my arm.

“No worries.  Did you want me to check out the wall first?  I may need to order some supplies.”

“Sure.  Right this way.  It’s in my bedroom.”  Her voice turns seductive and I swallow. 
Fuck.  This isn’t going to end well.

“It’s right through here.”  She giggles and I look up the ceiling. 
God, help me.
 

The hole is more a chipped piece of the wall.  It looks like a picture frame previously hung there and has fallen out of the wall, taking some of the Gyprock with it.  It’s an easy patch fix, thankfully.

After I have inspected the wall, I turn around to speak with Francesca and see she is lounging back on her bed.

“So, what do you think?” she says softly, huskily.

“Uh,” I falter for a beat.  Clearing my throat, I continue on.  “It’s a simple patch.  It’ll be fixed in no time.”

“I knew you’d be good in the bedroom.”  She gives me a wink and I respond with an awkward laugh.  With her dark hair and dark features, Francesca’s a good-looking woman, but she’s no Kennedy.

“I’ll, uh, get started then.  I might begin outside before it gets too hot,” I tell her firmly, blatantly ignoring her come on and the sex eyes she is giving me.

“Oh, well, if you’re sure.  You can always put it off for a little bit.  Maybe do some work of a different kind,” she says, waggling her brows at me.

“No thanks,” I tell her firmly.  “I’ll get started on the lawns.”

By lunchtime, I’ve finished the jobs and I knock on the door again.  A few times, I felt someone looking at me and I caught Francesca perving on me through the windows.  As hot as it is and as bad as I wanted to rip my shirt off and work in just my jeans, there was no way I was going to give her more of a show than what she was already getting.

“You all done?” she purrs, opening the door wider in an unspoken invitation.

“Yep, all done.”  I let her know how much she owes and her face falls slightly.

“Oh, I don’t have that much cash on me.  Would you mind meeting me down at the pub later this afternoon and I’ll give it to you then?  I’ll even shout you dinner for working so hard today.” She puts a little extra emphasis on the word ‘hard’.

“Not sure if I can get down there today, but just ask Sienna to keep it behind the bar for me.  I’ll pick it up next time in there.”

“You sure?” she pouts. “I really would like to have dinner with you.”

I shake my head.  “Thanks anyway, but I’m pretty busy.”

“Okay, well, if you’re interested, maybe we can work out another term of payment?” She flutters her eyelashes and not-so-subtly pushes out her tits.

“Listen Francesca, I’m not here for any other reason than to work,” I attempt to let her down easy.

“The work you’d do in the bedroom would be so much more enjoyable though,” she whines.

“Not interested.”  I say the words firmly, praying she gets the hint.  “I’ve got other jobs to attend to, so please leave the cash at the pub with Sienna this afternoon.  Seeya.”

I turn and stride away as quickly as possible. 

My next job should be a fast and easy one.  Mable is an elderly lady who lives a couple of streets over from Skip. 

When I stop my truck out the front of her house, I see her in the garden weeding.  Making my way toward her, I stop when I am near. 

“G’day, Mable.”

“Good afternoon, Kye.  Thanks for coming by today.”

“No problem.  What can I help you with?”

“I have a problem with one of my doors not latching properly.  If you’ve got time, I’d love for you to check out the pipe in my vanity as well.  It’s blocked and I can’t get these old hands of mine to work so I can unscrew the connectors.”

“I’ll handle it, just show me the way.”

I smile down at her as she straightens.  Following her inside, I notice a few other small jobs that need doing.  I make a mental note to remember to check over her entire house before I go.

The problem with the door was a simple fix – just a bit of lubricating spray was needed.  I also unclogged her drain and made sure the pipes were clear before reattaching them.  Then I gave her place a quick once-over and tightened some loose screws and fixed a squeaky cupboard door.  Mable was extremely grateful and tried to give me a bonus, which of course I denied.  She shook her head and cupped my cheek.  Her eyes displaying all she was communicating. 

After arriving back at my camp, I cooked myself a feed over the fire and then sat in the shade eating it.  After that, I washed my clothes in the waterhole and hung them out to dry over some low hanging tree branches.  By that time, the sun was beginning to set and I decided to jump in my truck and drive over to see Kennedy.  She managed to surprise me, though, because before I even climb in my vehicle, I hear another car approaching. 

My brows knit and I watch the dirt track, waiting for the car to appear.  When it comes into view, a smile creeps across my face. 
Kennedy
. 

“You must have read my mind,” I say, as she walks toward me.

“Missed you,” is her only reply. 

I hold my arms open and she walks into them, resting her cheek on my chest.  I close my arms around her and hold her to me.  Her hair smells like sweet pea and vanilla.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” I ask, kissing her head.

She sighs, her shoulders dropping.  “Yeah.  Just had a bad day.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

She nods softly. 

“Okay.  Come sit.”  Taking her hand, I lead her over by the fire.  Sitting on a log, I open my legs and tug her down between them, arranging her so her back is to my front and she is lounging back.

“I just had a shitty afternoon.  I mean, I know with my work that not every resident walks away keeping their life on track.  But, it hurts when we get word that after returning home they go off track again.”

“That would suck, babe.”  I give her a squeeze.  “You gotta know you do the best you can.  It’s their job to stay focused when they leave.”

“I know.  It’s just disappointing. I want the best for all of them and when it doesn’t work out the way I hoped, I feel like I’ve failed them.”

“Don’t do that,” I say sternly.  “Them falling off track isn’t on you.  You did the best you could, gave them all the tools they needed, and they didn’t continue implementing them after they left.  That’s on them, not you.”

“Deep down, I know that.  But it still gets to me, you know?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” I say quietly.

We sit in silence for a while, my chin resting on her shoulder, my arms wrapped around her slender stomach, the smell of her subtle, sweet perfume filtering up my nose.   The sun sets in the distance and birds chirp in their nests overhead, a cool breeze blows in from the south and the fire crackles softly in front of us.  It is fucking beautiful.

“Thanks for listening earlier,” Kennedy says, her soft voice breaking the quiet.

“Anytime.”

She shifts between my legs, her arse rubbing against my crotch, and of course, my dick takes notice.  He’d been standing at half-mast since Kennedy arrived.  Now he’s at full attention. 
Down boy.

She shifts again and I bite back a groan.

“Sorry, there’s a rock under my butt,” she explains with a giggle, shifting
again.

My dick is stiff, prodding against her arse.  No doubt he can smell her pussy and he definitely wants it.  Now I know the way she smells, the way she tastes, it has only increased my hunger for her. 

She moves again, but this time she turns in my lap, giving me a wicked grin.  Shoving my shoulders back, she pushes me until I am lying on my back.  Then she fucking straddles me. 
Fuck.
  My dick jerks a silent cheer as she lowers herself onto me.  Her tanned thighs spread on either side of mine, her pussy snugly cupping my cock.  I can feel the heat through our clothes.

Licking my lips, I glance down to her tits, and even with the pale light of the moon, I can see her tight little nipples poking through the fabric of her thin tank top.  Then her mouth crashes into mine.  I let her control the kiss for about two-point-five seconds, then I grip her face, tilt her head, and slide my tongue into her mouth.  I take control, possessing her body, her mind, her soul.  She moans, a soft whimper that rolls down my throat and shoots straight to my cock.  She rubs herself against me. 
Fuck, I wish we were naked.

“Kye, I want you so badly,” she moans.

“We’re taking it slow, remember?” I tell her, wanting her to recall the terms she set.  I don’t want to get carried away, I don’t want her to have regrets.  As much as I was in control of the kiss, she owns me.  She is in charge.

“I’m done with slow,” she mutters.

“Kennedy, babe, you need to think about this.”

She sits up on my lap, dropping her pussy onto my cock.  Grinding, she gives me a wicked grin.  I grunt. 

“I’m done with slow,” she assures me determinedly.  “I want this,” she says, grinding on me again.  “I want you.  I’m ready.”

“Good.” Flipping her over, I pin her arms over her head, holding her wrists securely with one of my hands.  Then I kiss her and use my free hand to tweak those gorgeous nipples of hers.  She writhes under me, whimpering and panting breathlessly.  Releasing her hands, I pull her top off and tug her bra down.  Lowering my head, I close my lips around one of her nipples and suck, flicking it with my tongue as well.

After paying close attention to her tight little buds, I move my way down her body.  She whimpers my name, arching off the ground as I tickle her ribs with my tongue.

“Kye, please,” she moans.

“You want my mouth or my cock, Kennedy?” I ask.

“Your cock.  Please, your cock.”

Hearing those words drip from her lips, with her lips all swollen from my kiss, her cheeks heated with arousal, her nipples puckered and shining from my mouth, my restraint snaps.  Tearing her jeans off, I toss them aside and open her legs wide.  Her bare pussy glistens in the moonlight, the scent of her fills my nostrils.

Fucking delicious.

Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I tug out my wallet and flip it open.  I take out a condom and tear it open using my teeth.  I roll it on and stare down at Kennedy.  Fuck, she’s beautiful.  Trailing a finger through her wet lips, I finger fuck her until she’s crying out.  Then, with her hooded eyes on me, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.  She whimpers.

“Please, baby,” she begs.  “Fuck me.”

“My pleasure.”

I line my dick up at her opening and then she takes my cock, submerging every inch of me with her tight heat.

I groan.

She claws my back.  “Kye!”

Then, I begin to thrust.  My hips slap into her, my balls banging against her arse.  The sound of lovemaking echoes through the open land around us.  My grunts, her whimpers, the smell of our arousal surrounding us…it’s intoxicating.  I can’t get enough. I thrust harder, willing myself not to come too quickly.  Her slender legs wrap around my hips, her heels digging into my behind.

“Fuck yeah, baby.  Love this pussy, Kennedy.  Made for me, darlin’,” I rasp.  My thumb goes to her clit and I rub the swollen nub in firm circles.  She bucks beneath me, panting, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Kye!” She sounds panicked.

“Let go, Kennedy.  Let me feel it,” I encourage.

Her head leaves the ground, her fingers claw into me harder and then I begin to feel the first flutters of her orgasm ripple through my dick.  Her cunt squeezes me tight, gripping my cock and sucking me further inside of her.  My balls tighten up and I lose my rhythm.  The first spurt of come leaves me as I slam inside of her, the rest following as my thrusts slow, a deep groan rumbles from my chest.  Panting, I drop my head into her neck, my eyes closed tight as I try to regain my breath.

As my dick begins to soften inside her, I gently slide out and dispose of the condom.  Lying back down beside her, I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply.

“Fucking amazing,” I tell her.

“I agree,” she whispers.  “
You
are amazing. 
That
was amazing.”

I kiss her again, and when I pull back, her legs are entwined with mine, she’s panting and my dick is stiffening again.