She stares into the fireplace, lost in her memories, time has stolen so much from her. Her world ended when the love of her life passed away when she was thirty-five years old. A widow, with two teenagers to raise and a farm to run by herself, she discovered strength she never knew she had.
The fire pops and she looks around and smiles. Her children now run the farm along with their children.
She knows she is blessed to be surrounded by family and friends as they celebrate her milestone birthday, she turned eighty years old today.
She walks proudly, but slowly, to stand in front of the big bay window, as a long-ago memory comes flooding back to her.
Flashback
She is alone in the big farmhouse as the children are now grown and live in their own houses on the massive farm, handling most of the day-to-day operations.
She maintains a small garden, raises chickens, and keeps a few goats. She feels the cold now in her joints and takes more breaks when doing chores. When she looks in the mirror, she sees an old lady of fifty-two staring back at her. Gray hair has replaced the dark brown of her youth. Her body, once hardened by the physical labor of running a farm, now softened and bigger than before.
The wind is blowing hard as night falls with an early November snowstorm heading straight towards Jetmore, Kansas. The forecast is freezing rain changing into blizzard-like conditions over the next forty-eight hours. Kansas weather is as unpredictable as they come.
She bundles her large old coat around her as she locks the chickens and goats in the barn. As The first spray of freezing rain touches her cheeks, she looks to the sky as the darkness grows deeper.
Inside the house, she lights candles, stokes the fire in the large fireplace, and starts a pot of coffee, before heading to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, she can hear the cold freezing rain as it hits the window. She shivers as she steps out of her work clothes, quickly starting the shower and stepping in, letting the hot steam soothe her aching joints. In the shower she lets the memory of him claim her mind and body.
He loved a hot shower after doing chores and he loved to make love to her after he was done, when his body was still wet and steamy. She would wait for him in their bedroom, deliberately being there knowing he wanted her without telling her. He would come out of the bathroom smelling like Irish Spring and wrap his long arms around her, whispering in her ear, “Kitten, all day, all I could think about was making love to you. Will you allow me?”
She would whisper back, “Yes, my love, I am yours tonight and every night.”
She moans as the hot water covers her hair, her hand gliding down her wet naked body until she urgently spreads her clean-shaven pussy apart. She rubs her swollen clit, as she pulls and pinches a nipple and the pressure begins to build deep inside her. She can feel his cock sliding inside her, taste his kiss, hear his moans of desire, as she succumbs to her body, squirting, she releases the orgasm. She closes her eyes as a tear rolls down her face. With a shake of her head and a deep sigh, she steps out of the shower and pulls on a big fluffy robe and slippers. She always sleeps naked when she's feeling lonely. He loved her being naked even when she was pregnant.
In the time it takes her to shower the weather changes. She can't see the barn as the wet heavy blinding snow falls quickly from the sky.
She settles down with a cup of coffee, the tv, and her latest obsession, naughty romance novels that she orders online.
Shortly before ten pm, she's startled by a knock on her door. She puts her book down, grabs the loaded pistol she keeps by her chair, and without any hesitation, she walks to the door.
She looks out of the small door window but the snow and the wind hamper her sight of the stranger knocking on her door. She can see he's big and shaking. Her compassion overrides her common sense and she opens the door.
Wind and snow swirl around her when she opens the door. The man falls against her, nearly knocking her over. He's close to dying of hypothermia. His lips are blue, his eyelashes are crusted over with ice, and his fingers are nearly frozen solid.
She pulls him inside lowering him to the floor. Then she pushes the door shut as the wind begins to howl, as the snow covers the farmhouse completely.
He's tall, she guesses that he's way over six feet tall, and he's solid. She shakes her head clear. This poor soul is frozen solid, he's not a steer going to the market for Christ's sake! She chides herself.
She tries to wake him but he's passed out. The only thing she can do is move all the furniture out of the way and drag him close to the fire.
She takes his big hands in hers and grunts as she slowly pulls him towards the fireplace. He moans but otherwise is unable to assist her in helping.
She pulls him right to the edge of the fireplace. His clothes begin to thaw and steam and he begins to shiver. She looks him over again, no snow boots, no hat, no gloves, only a trench coat. He's not a farmer, nor is he a local. She knows everyone in this town. His hands are big but not roughened by physical labor. He must have gotten stuck in a ditch and walked for miles looking for help.
She rolls him onto his back, placing a pillow behind his head. He needs to get out of those wet clothes first before anything else. She unties his shoes. She notices everything as she's working quickly. What catches her eye at first is the gun holster strapped around his chest. The shoes are expensive but they're ruined now. She pulls off his thin dress socks.
Next, she rolls him onto his side so she can remove his trench coat. She works diligently rolling back and forth until she's stripped him to nothing but his silk boxer shorts. His lips are beginning to change from pale blue to pink but he's still unconscious and shivering so hard she's worried his teeth will crack. She grabs the big comforter from the couch as her hands reach for his boxers. She gently lowers the cold shorts down his legs and tosses them in the pile of his clothes, being careful not to touch the gun. She's tempted to search his wallet but resists.
She feels herself gawking at his privates, it's been so long since she's been with a man. His cock is thick and perfect. She quickly covers him with the comforter, watching over him and hoping she's doing enough.
After nearly an hour of sitting on the floor watching him, she groans as she stands, her robe slipping open. He turns and looks at her, his eyes are glacier blue.
“Am I in heaven? You must be an angel.” She's frozen in place, then he closes his eyes and starts to softly snore. Her hands shake as she closes her robe. Those eyes! She feels that look go all the way to her toes, it’s as if she’s touching an electric fence!
She quickly goes to the kitchen and fills a large thermos with coffee and makes a platter of sandwiches and then returns to the sleeping giant on the fireplace hearth.
His color is changing from pale white to warm and toasty. His beard, now thawed, is mostly black with streaks of silver.
He mumbles in his sleep but the words are incoherent. She moves closer to him, her motherly instincts kicking in as she brushes the hair from his face and touches her lips to his, the universal way of mothers taking their baby’s temperature.
He's nicely warm and she doesn't detect a fever. Her hand softly touches his face, soothing and comforting, he calms his mumbling. He's sleeping peacefully, so she pours herself a cup of coffee from the thermos and settles herself on the floor, watching him.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, she falls asleep next to him and he rolls onto his side, covering them both in the blanket.
She awakens first and the first thing she feels is his heavy arm holding her close. Then she feels his cock pressing against her bare ass. ‘Where is my robe, and why am I naked lying next to a stranger?’ she asks herself, trying to move his arm, but he instinctively pulls her closer. He nuzzles her ear and growls, “My Angel!”
She freezes, waiting for him to drift back to sleep. She shimmies herself out from his arm and finds her robe discarded next to her.
The fire has burned low so she adds some wood, stoking it high again. The clock on the wall reads 6:00 am.
She walks to the big bay window, pushes the heavy curtains back, and is shocked at the transformation outside. There must be at least eight inches of snow, crusted over with freezing rain. It's not safe for anyone to be outside. She's confident her little chickens and goats are warm and safe in the barn for now. She will check on them later, but for now, she must see to her handsome stranger.
He's watching her move around the living room. He doesn't remember much after he pulled himself out of the ditch, but he can still feel her warm soft body lying next to him and the scent of warm vanilla in her hair. He thinks to himself, either he's the luckiest man in the world right now or at any minute her farmer-husband is going to fill him with lead.
She turns as they lock eyes on each other, electric-like shocks flashing through her body. She smiles, trying to hide her reaction from him, but he felt the same electrical charge, so now he's really worried.
She can feel herself blushing under his gaze. She pulls her robe tighter, self-conscious now of her body.
After what feels like an eternity of awkward silence, she introduces herself to him, “Good morning, my name is Wendy. I'm sure you have lots of questions, but why don't we get you some hot coffee first and I will make us some breakfast. Your clothes are dry and on the chair in the corner, so I’ll leave you to get dressed and then come into the kitchen when you're ready.”
Without waiting for his reply, she disappears into the kitchen. She doesn’t realize that she has been holding her breath, but as soon as she clears the door, she takes a big breath of air. She feels her hands shaking, and the most embarrassing part of it is that she can feel herself getting wet between her legs.
Colt is painfully aware that he had slept on the floor last night. Every joint in his body is screaming in pain, but what shocks him the most, is how his cock jumps to life just by watching her. She is gorgeous and her voice makes him feel peaceful and serene. She's not wearing a wedding ring that he notices. Maybe, just maybe... He shakes his head to clear away any more thoughts as he gingerly pulls himself off the floor. He's feeling silly standing buck naked inside a stranger's house, but grateful that he was lucky enough to have found her, he means found the house.
He can smell the bacon as it’s frying and it's making his mouth water. He quickly throws on his underwear and pants but leaves everything else off, as he can't resist that smell any longer.
She's turned on a small radio as her body moves gently with the soft country song that's playing. He stands, transfixed by her, noticing her hair just past her shoulders. He remembers pushing his body against her perfect, naked ass, and her feet are bare. He wants her, he wants to take her in his arms and feel her body yield under his. His cock is hard inside his pants and he calms his racing heart by taking a deep breath. She hears him and turns, feeling herself blush.
“Oh, hi, are you feeling, okay? You’re breathing fast, come sit down and I'll pour you some coffee, how do you like your eggs?” She knows she's rambling but she can't help it. She feels like a teenager sneaking behind the barn for her first kiss.
He feels foolish for his thoughts, “Thank you, Wendy, again for your hospitality. Let me introduce myself first, my name is Colton Prescott, I'm with the Secret Service.
He's surprised by her reaction or rather lack of a reaction.
“Well, Colton, sit down please, the last thing you need is a head injury, as you’re looking kinda pale again.” She quickly gets him a mug of coffee and piles a plate with eggs, bacon, and warm toast with butter, and sets it in front of him.
He looks at her, “Will your husband be joining us for breakfast?” he asks, dreading the answer.
He watches her face closely as it changes just briefly, but in a flash, it's gone as he hears her saying, “I’m a widow. My husband passed away fifteen years ago.”
He feels both remorse and happiness at the same time, noticing everything about her in moments. His years in the military trained him to observe quickly, then he fine-tuned his skills serving the government as a field director for the Secret Service.
She feels his strong gaze on her and flashes him a smile. She desperately wants the attention off of her so she starts talking about the weather.
She slowly warms up to his easy-going personality as they start sharing more and more about themselves.
He explains how he came from a household with a dominant mother and a father that traveled a lot, preaching at different churches. He joined the Marines right out of high school and quickly felt like he was finally home. He did three tours in different hot spots around the world and was recruited to join the Secret Service ten years ago. He never married and as far as he knows, he didn't have any children. He was traveling on his way to Dodge City when the storm slammed down on him. His truck is stuck somewhere out there, but he has no idea where.
They just finished the second pot of coffee when the house phone rings. She smiles and walks to the phone. She already knows who is calling, James, since he is the worrier of her two children. She looks at the caller ID as his name flashes on the screen. “Good morning, Son, how are you?”
He watches her, just soaking up her warm motherly energy, that has a sexy, smoldering side just hiding underneath, he’d stake his career on it.
“Yes, James, you don't say, a truck was found five miles west of here? No occupants were found? really? Has the truck been towed yet? No? Okay, please gather whoever you need to fish the truck from the ditch and tow it here, please. Why? Because I said so, see you shortly, Son.” She hangs up the phone, turns around, and laughs.
Colt’s mouth is hanging wide open. She directed that call like a general on a battle call. He’s impressed and scared shitless at the same time. He has finally found his soulmate.
“Well, your truck should be here in a few hours. My son, James, and his workers will see to it. Let me go put out clean towels in the bathroom. I'm sure a hot shower will do you some good and there's still time to rest before your truck will be here.”
Again, before he can gather his thoughts she’s gone, leaving him in a whirlwind of feelings. What is going on with him? With her out of earshot, he picks up the phone and dials his office to check-in. His cellphone wasn't with his clothes so his office had no way to reach him. They were probably readying to send out a search party, “The Closer” never drops the ball. A nickname, that he has had since the Marines.
“Hello, April, this is Colt. I need you to cancel any meetings. Yes, I'm okay. Yes, I know I'm off the grid. Yes, I knew people would be worried. I'm fine, I lost control during a blizzard and my truck is in a ditch. I nearly froze to death, calm down, I said nearly. Where am I? Somewhere between Jetmore and Dodge City. My truck is being towed here soon and I'll arrange for new transportation if it's needed. I'll call you in a few days.” He hangs up the phone and stands looking out the window as he strategizes his plan of action. He wants this woman, and once he determines his next move nothing will change his mind.
She catches him lost in thought, fighting back the urge to stand behind him and to hold him. Surely, he doesn't find her attractive since he’s been around the world. She's just a woman, barely existing, and there’s nothing sexy about her.
“Colt, the shower is ready for you. My husband was about your size, so I laid out some shirts and a few pairs of jeans and, uhm, underwear you can take your pick from. You'll be warmer and more comfortable... If you want.”
Before he turns, he calms his thoughts. He turns and gives her his best killer smile and says, “Thank you, Wendy, that's very thoughtful of you. “
“Follow me, I’ll show you the bathroom upstairs.”
She leads him through the old country farmhouse and up the stairs to a large modern bathroom; an all-glass shower, heated floors, even a soaking tub. He's impressed with the design.
“Take your time, you can even take a bath if you prefer. I'm going to the barn to feed the children.” She laughs... “That's what I call them! When you're done, just leave your towels on the floor and I will pick them up later. Feel free to lay on the bed or go downstairs to the living room, I shouldn't be too long.”
With a nod of her head, she leaves.
He touches the clothes she has laid out for him. He's never believed in love before or falling instantly in love with someone, until this very time, she’s what was missing in his life. He decides on a hot shower. As he undresses, he watches her through the small window, bundled against the cold, making her way through the large snowdrifts to the barn. She yanks the door back and quickly enters, closing it behind her.
He turns the hot water on in the shower, letting it get steamy then adjusts the cold water. His tattoos and battle scars tell their own story. He reaches for the body wash and he can smell the warm vanilla. His cock is throbbing as he pours some in his hand and starts stroking his cock, thinking about her laying under him, his cock pumping inside her pussy, her nails scratching against his back, the feeling of her gripping his cock tightly inside her wet, warm, pussy as he comes, filling her with his sperm, claiming her. He grunts as he shoots his load, feeling like a teenage boy again, smiling and humming an old song as he finishes his shower.
He dresses in jeans, a red plaid shirt, and comfy socks. He's still humming as he enters the living room, his eyes meeting with another man’s steel-gray eyes piercing through him.
Neither man moved. Colt senses this must be James, so he smiles and says, “You must be James?”
James stands there saying nothing, takes in the clothes, turns, and walks out the door.
Colt realizes the issue is the clothes were his dad's. Fuck! Not the impression he wanted to make. The damage is done and he needs to find Wendy and hopefully not start a family war.
He sees James pacing in the kitchen and he appears angry. Colt watches as Wendy brushes the snow, as best she can, before walking through the door into the kitchen. James is waiting to pounce but Wendy has already thought it through.
James is taller than his mom by a good four inches and has the build of a man that's not scared of hard work.
Wendy looks up at James and says, “I don't see the truck, where is it?”
James looks at Colt and then back at his mom and says, “I needed the chains first, Mom.” He eyeballs Colt and is not impressed. “This the fool that the truck belongs to?”
In a flash, Wendy is toe to toe with James, her finger inches from his nose, “James Michael, you watch your tongue before I slice it from your mouth!” causing James to back up.
Wendy says, “This is Secret Service Director, Colt; storms happen, James. Now, go and I expect you to take care when you pull it from the ditch.”
James looks from his mother to the stranger wearing his dad's clothes and walks out the door. He doesn’t look back but Wendy watches him. She sighs, but other than that nothing was said about what had just transpired between them.
Colt clears his throat, “Wendy, I hope my being here isn’t causing stress with James?”
She meets his blue eyes steadily, “James has always been my protector. He took the role of the man of the house when his dad died. But I am his mother, not his property, he’ll get over it. Come, let’s relax and have some coffee, it will be a few hours, at least, before we know how your truck fared.”
Colt takes the opportunity to stoke the fire as Wendy gathers a tray of goodies from the kitchen. He feels like home here and could see himself retiring to a place like this, maybe raise cows, farm a little wheat, get his hands dirty, and make love to Wendy after a day in the field. His heart was already gone, he was in love with her and she has no idea. He could retire tomorrow if he wanted to, nothing was holding him back. He worked to block the loneliness, but with her in his life, he knows he would be happy.
She sets the tray down on the coffee table and sits down where Colt joins her. He wants to tell her his feelings but is afraid he might scare her away.
They stare into the fire, both lost in their thoughts, then he feels her head resting on his shoulder. He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He loves being close to her. Her hair smells like warm vanilla. He takes a deep breath and prays she can love him as much as he loves her.
His eyes grow heavy as sleep pulls him down. He grabs a blanket, tosses it over them both, puts his arm around her, and pulls her closer. Home. This is the last thought he has before falling asleep.
They both wake as they hear the big tractor outside the house. Colt hugs her to him, looking shy and so innocent, with her eyes sparkling, as she looks at him.
“Sounds like James is back, let’s go see what the ditch did to your truck.”
Colt only wants to hold her. He couldn’t give a fuck about the truck. He’s hoping it’s totaled so he can have an excuse not to leave.
James hops down from the tractor and the truck is covered in snow, but other than that there’s no damage.
“Well, Son, what’s the verdict?” Wendy asks.
James grins and says, “No damage so he can leave immediately!”
Colt can feel his heart drop, but Wendy, as usual, is a few miles ahead of him. “Colt needs to rest a few days. I’m convinced he has a concussion and possibly a few internal bruises as well.”
James just shakes his head in defeat, mumbling under his breath, “I’m not calling him Dad!” He unhooks the truck, kisses his mom on the forehead, and takes the tractor back to the barn.
Colt is feeling so many emotions he can’t process them all. Wendy takes his hand and leads him into the house where he pulls her to him, pressing her against the refrigerator. He slips his fingers through her hair, pulling her close, holding her in his eyes before touching his lips to hers.
He moans as he tastes her for the first time, his body screaming for more. His tongue glides over hers as they kiss, pressing his body against hers as much as he can. His cock is full of blood, aching to make love to her. She moans and it rocks his world.
He breaks the kiss, his lungs burning for air, “Baby, tell me to leave right now, because if you let me make love to you now, I’m never leaving. You’re mine!”
She sways a little. Softly, he hears her saying, “Stay.”
He takes her by the hand as he leads her to her bedroom, and in the brilliance of the winter sun, he makes love to her.
She lets him undress her. Her body makes his blood run hot. Her pussy is completely shaved, her breasts are full, and her nipples are hard and dark pink.
He undresses as she’s lying down on the bed. His desire is making him crazed but he needs patience. He kisses her neck, softly biting, as his hand rubs her nipples until they are both hard points under his fingers.
Her eyes close as he descends on one then the other. She’s moaning with each hard suck, her hand plays in his hair, making him desire her more.
He softly runs a hand down her body and her thighs open for him. He slides a finger inside her and feels all the air leave his body, she’s wet and hot. He touches her clit and she bites her lip. Softly he moves his finger and she’s nearly coming apart. He wants to taste her so badly.
He moves between her thighs and spreads her pussy lips open. She smells like vanilla, “I want every inch of you, Kitten, so don’t hold anything back!”
She closes her eyes when he touches his teeth to her hard clit. Then she starts moaning as he sucks and bites her clit, his fingers and tongue working together to bring her to eruption. She is wild, almost thrashing, as he’s building her higher and higher. Then she says, “Daddy, can I come, please?”
Colt bites her hard as he shoves three fingers deep inside her. He moans only seconds before she explodes. “Yes, baby girl, give it to Daddy, come for me, now!”
He tastes the first squirt as she floods his face and throat with her essence. He swallows over and over as he keeps her going. She comes three more times before begging him to fuck her.
He lines up his thick cock to her entrance, looks at her, and says, “I love you, Wendy, you’re mine now,” as he plunges his cock inside her.
She gasps as she feels him slide inside her. It’s been fifteen years. She says to Colt, “Promise never to leave me, I love you.”
They make love three more times until they fall asleep that evening.
In the morning, after breakfast and making love again, they talk about their future. Wendy could sell the farm to the boys or Colt could retire and move there. They decide that Colt would retire and move there.
Birthday party
Wendy feels a hand on her shoulder as Colt smiles and says, “It’s time to blow out your candles, Kitten.”
She smiles and kisses his hand, she winks and says, “Yes, Daddy.”
