Gravity, p.3
Gravity, page 3
5
Gracie
“Time to cowgirl up, cupcake.” Amos grabs me by the waist pulling me to him and the huge horse.
“You’ve even told me that you’re not a cowboy. Let’s skip horse riding today.”
He kisses the sensitive skin on my neck. “I can ride a damn horse like John Wayne. It’s just not my life like Molly Stinky Pants.”
I swat him in the shoulder. “Be nice and keep kissing me.”
“Nope, time to grab life by the nuts and saddle up, momma.”
“I’m scared,” I finally admit.
I’m shaking with fear even though Amos and I have spent time out here brushing the horses. I even watched him saddle the damn thing. The horse was completely calm the entire time.
Amos hooks his boot into a stirrup and then hoists his body up and over the horse until he’s settled in the saddle. I pull my phone from my back pocket to snap a picture. Amos catches on to what I’m doing, so he quickly turns his snapback backwards, poises an arm on his hip, and puffs out his chest.
I accidentally turn on video instead of snapping a picture.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” He asks.
I can’t pry the phone from his beautiful face.
“I hit record instead of snapping a picture.”
“Oh, Gracie King, you know you’re secretly in love with me and just trying to steal moments.”
I giggle. “You know it.”
Amos waggles his eyebrows up and down. “Only for my secret stalker then. I love you, Gracie King. You’re my girl and always will be. I’m still waiting for the day you wear that bikini. Now, come saddle up with your Romeo.”
He presses his hand to his mouth and slowly blows me a kiss.
“Oh, the cheese factor just sky rocketed.” I laugh out loud.
“You love my cheesy goodness.”
“I do.”
“One day Gracie King I’ll make you an honest woman.”
I laugh one more time before ending the video.
“Okay, now a picture.”
This time Amos decides to flex his arm accompanied with the cheesiest of cheesy smiles. I tuck the phone back into my pocket and hold a nervous hand up to Amos. He takes it firmly, pulling me up to him. I do the rest swinging my leg up and around the horse. My nerves relax when the horse doesn’t go into a bucking spasm, but only remains calm.
“Amos.”
We both turn over to an older guy walking our way.
“Grumpy,” Amos hollers back.
“I’m not your damn Grumpy, boy.”
“What’s up, Grandpa?”
“You heading out to the East pasture by the fishing creek?” The old man asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Watch the fence as you go. There are some places that need fixin’.”
“You got it.” Amos relaxes an arm back on my leg.
“You going to be an ass or introduce me to this pretty girl.”
I blush immediately with the compliment and pinch Amos’s side that’s not facing his grandpa.
“Grandpa, this is my future wife, Gracie King.”
His Grandpa lets out a throaty, deep chuckle while shaking his head. “What did you have to do, pay her off? I mean someone that pretty with a knuckle head like you doesn’t add up.”
“Yep, and used your checkbook.”
His grandpa laughs again, stepping up to us, and extending his hand to me.
“Nice to meet you, Gracie.” He shakes my hand in his.
“You, too.”
“I’ve always had a theory.”
“What’s that?” Amos asks.
“If the first time I meet a woman and she’s on horseback then she’s a damn keeper.”
“Hells yes,” Amos chirps out.
“Have fun kids and Gracie don’t be afraid to thump him up side the head if need be.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the laugher in. “Will do, sir.”
“Grandpa,” he corrects me.
“Will do, Grandpa.”
Amos nudges the horse into a slow walk, which quickly transforms into a lope. I squeal in delight wrapping my arms tightly around his core. I can’t help the laughter that spills from me and the feeling of being free on horseback.
Soon we are surrounded by tall meadow grass for miles and miles. The land is gorgeous and rich with the promise of stories from past and future generations.
“This is what we call Beartooth Ranch. It’s my home.”
“Amos,” I squeeze him tightly. “It’s amazing.”
“It really is.”
We ride for another hour until stopping at a creek. When I hop off to the ground my legs are as steady as string cheese.
“Holy shit.” I wobble on my both legs trying to find my bearings.
Amos hops off and scoops me up. “You’ll get used to the feeling.”
My legs wrap tightly around his middle and my arms around his neck. I grin back at the first real cowboy I’ve ever met.
“Want to get dirty in the pasture?” He waggles both eyebrows in unison.
“Sure do.”
Amos leads us over to the tallest of pasture grass laying us both down. He hovers above me taking in all of my features. His hand sneaks up my shirt until he’s palming one of my breasts. On cue, my hips buck up seeking friction. When our lips meet our bodies go wild. Hands tear clothes off and explore each other while we kiss frantically like it may be our last time. That thought frightens me.
Amos’s hand wanders down my side until it is nestled between my legs. His fingers are soon sliding between my folds causing my body to react automatically. I throw my head back in the pasture grass letting Amos nibble the skin on my neck.
My hands fist his hair. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Amos, Amos, Amos. Yes.”
My head spins and this release is more powerful than anything I’ve experienced before. His lips cover mine and we spend endless minutes kissing until he rolls me over. Amos grips my hips tightly with me on top now. I press my palms into his chest sitting back.
I find my hips beginning to move enjoying the slow burn and desire building up. I want this man in every single way forever. He grins up at me with a dazzling smile that warms me from head to toe.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” He winks up at me.
“I’m ready.” My hands sneak down to his jeans unbuttoning them and then pulling him out.
He’s hard and ready. My hand glides up and down his length. Amos wriggles underneath me pulling his wallet out from his back pocket. I study him intently as he pulls a silver packet from it and tears it open with his mouth.
I fucking swoon just like princesses do in Disney movies. My fingers dig into his chest while my hips continue to roll. I watch him roll it on in awe while licking my lips. Amos rolls us over again so I’m flat on the soft pasture grass we’ve knocked down around us.
“I’ve never…”
Before I have the chance to finish he presses his lips to mine, quieting me.
“It’s okay, baby.” He runs his lips over mine quickly. “If you want to stop, it’s okay.”
I shake my head from side-to-side. “No. No…I’m just uh…pretty nervous.”
This time he kisses me hard pressing his lips to mine for a long time. He then pushes the tip of him into my entrance. Amos growls into my mouth.
When Amos pulls away, I ask. “Have you?”
His face goes sad. “Yes.”
“Mae?”
“Fuck no. Never.”
I nod my head feeling like shit to even have to ask. I’m being an immature and selfish girl right now. Again, I have to remind myself to not let Mae ruin this moment. My hands go to his face cupping his strong jaw line.
“It doesn’t matter, Amos. I love you and want this.”
He pushes forward with no other warning. I cry out in pain and dig my nails into the tops of his shoulders. My hands go on automatic mode trying to push his chest up and away.
“Baby.” Amos stills in me then runs his arms up and underneath my shoulders to cradle me to him. “Just relax. It’s going to hurt just like any love story. There’s always pain mixed in with the beautiful moments. It’s what makes the cycle of love so amazing and priceless.”
I begin to calm down listening to the words he mumbles onto my lips even though the burning and stretching is a horrible pain.
“You have to relax, baby. Focus on us and what we are to each other. You’re my everything, Gracie King. This is just another amazing chapter in our fairytale. A love so strong, not even the fragrance of unicorn poop measures up.”
Entranced in his words, I burst out into laughter. I run my hands up the back of his head dragging my fingers through his hair. “Did you just say poop while we are doing this?”
He tilts his head to the side with a devilish grin. “Just trying to get you to relax, baby doll.”
“Well, comparing our love to the smell of unicorn poop will do it.”
“It was either that or how I’m hung like a stud and this will hurt either way.”
I slap his shoulder. “Eeww, Amos, there’s a horse right there and I don’t need to visualize that in me.”
His deep chuckle vibrates every part of my being from the inside out. He continues talking while beginning to slowly move in and out of me. It still stings and feels like it’s ripping me apart, but begins to fade the longer I study his beautiful, bright forget me not blue eyes staring down at me. Everything comes together in our huge, intricate puzzle. The thousand-piece puzzle of Gracie and Amos.
I finally gather my wits long enough to nod my head up and down granting him permission to carry on. When his thrusting picks up I moan out loud even though the hint of pain is still lingering, but there’s so much more happening between us that the pain fades.
My hands remain clutched onto the sides of his face while he begins working faster. Watching the pleasure dance across his face does something to me deep inside. It’s such an erotic sensation that even through the slight pain, I feel the impending release building up. It only takes one final growl from Amos for me to scream out his name and meet his thrusting to ride out my own orgasm.
My body falls limp back into the pasture grass with my arms at my side and eyelids fluttering shut feeling completely satisfied. Amos works himself in and out of me. When he grunts loudly my eyes pop open to watch his face twist in pleasure until he stills inside of me. I can’t help but trace the outline of his lips memorizing this exact moment.
Amos rolls off the top of me. He’s only gone for a matter of seconds before he pulls me back to his chest. I run my hand down his side and notice he’s slipped his boxers back on.
“Hey.” I slap his ass. “Not fair. I’m still naked.”
“Not naked, baby, I’m covering you.”
“If you get boxers then I get my panties.”
Amos covers both of my ass cheeks with his large palms. “Feel better?”
“You know if you weren’t so handsome, I’d slap you.”
He lets out a loud sigh tugging me closer to him. “I want this to be us forever. I know we’re young, but I think about you all the time, Gracie. Can envision us in this pasture naked on Sunday afternoons talking about our future.”
I moan into his chest. “I want this, too, Amos.”
6
Gracie
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Amos runs his hands up and down my back.
The tears and the emotion ripping through my body are uncontrollable. Not even the touch of Amos helps, it actually makes it burn even more.
“Gracie, talk to me. What happened? Mae?”
I shake my head side-to-side indicating no. Not even Mae could cause this much pain in my life. It’s three days before prom and my parents just announced we’re moving to the East coast. The fucking military. I begged and begged to just stay through the weekend. Nothing changed their minds not even my senior prom or my forever love, Amos.
My father gave me the ice-laced lecture of duty and honor over my selfish decisions. The more Amos tries to calm me down, the more I freak out and feel my life being taken away from me.
“Gracie.” Amos continues to rub my back and I snap.
“Look around.” I rise up from the bed with my arms flailing in the air. “Does this look like a normal room?”
Amos takes a second to survey the room and then shakes his head from side-to-side.
I continue on feeling the hurt slice my skin. “I’ve never been allowed to have all the junk a normal girl would have, but when I came home today from school everything of mine was packed up and shipped.”
“What are you saying, Gracie?”
“I’m leaving.” The two words hurt more than I could ever imagine.
Amos drops his head to mine and I don’t miss the silent tears rolling down his face. He pulls me into his lap and we sit in silence for several long moments. Amos doesn’t ask about prom or us because he knows the reality. I think it’s more painful knowing this.
Finally, he speaks. “You’re still my girl, Gracie. I’m not going to prom and we’ll talk every day.”
He pauses to kiss me lightly then pulls away. “We just have to get through our senior year and then we’ll find each other again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise you forever, Gracie King.”
7
Gracie
Junior Year of College
I hate this place. Despise every single fucking ounce of what it represents. The prison my parents have placed me in. What a fool to think I would be able to make my own choices after high school graduation. Idiot.
They made sure I attended Boston University since my father’s current locations would be centered on that area of the United States with his new promotion. Amos made the decision to join the military and I supported it even though it just continued to shatter my heart.
The only silver lining being that he’s made a commitment to staying in contact and visiting whenever possible. There’s never been another for either of us. Since being ripped apart we’ve kept our relationship between us. It’s ours to not share with the world to just have it ripped apart.
The only clue to the woman in Amos’s life is his profile picture on social media. He’s never changed it from one of our goofy smiles. I still love him if not even more. I just have one more year of college left and Amos has to complete another tour in Iraq and then our future is ours forever.
We have a plan. Find each other and live happily ever after. My parents won’t be happy, but I’m done with them. Completely finished with their mind fucks and loyalty to my father’s career versus their own child.
“Boarding flight #431 to Bozeman, Montana. Now boarding section A.”
I stand with my carry-on rolling bag and smile with the thought of my destination. I haven’t seen Amos in over eight months. He’s home on leave for his sister’s graduation. He made sure I had tickets to fly across the United States of America to meet him. In fact, our flights land at the same exact time. My heart flutters when I fasten the seatbelt and fade off into a slumber filled with those forget me not eyes.
Bozeman airport is busier than I remember. When I moved to this state and left, it was deserted, but today it’s bustling with travelers. I grow more panicked when every face I gaze at is not Amos. Horrid thoughts of him being called back to duty flood my mind. It’s happening again with the love of my life.
Plopping down on a bench, I feel the hot tears build up in my eyes. I check my phone over and over again only to see no text from Amos. It can mean only one thing, he’s not coming for me. What in the hell am I going to do here? Visit my old friend, Mae? An evil chuckle escapes me as I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand.
I’m done with life. I guess it’s true, fate is more powerful than true love. My heart rips from my chest knowing Amos and I will never have a future together. There are just too many factors in life that keep us torn apart. Maybe my father was correct in his thoughts about it just being a foolish childhood crush.
A loud laugh gains my attention and when I look up I see two large men dressed in army fatigues. Their uniforms perfectly pressed and hugging their bodies. The man on the left catches my uninterrupted attention. It’s his strong jawline and then those eyes that pierce me in the best way possible. I drop my purse and the handle to my rolling bag, stand, and then sprint for him.
Amos drops his own bag printed with his last name on it and ranks. His arms open wide. I don’t hesitate when I jump into them. My legs wrap around his middle and arms tighten around his neck. I’ve always missed his long, shaggy hair since the day he enlisted. I still remember attending his boot camp graduation and mourning the loss of it, but he made it up in bed for several hours.
“Give me those lips, Gracie.”
I pull my head from the crook of his neck. “My army man is here.”
“Did you doubt me?”
“I was getting scared.”
“I promised you forever, Gracie.”
Our lips meet and we don’t take time to start it off slow. We both open our mouths to each other letting our tongues explore wildly. I feel Amos get hard against my core forcing me to kiss him harder. It’s not until we hear a loud clearing of someone’s throat and we finally pull apart. Both of our lips plump with the evidence of our longing for each other.
We both glance over to Guy.
“You two think you can make it to the ranch?” He asks.
Amos nods and squeezes the cheeks of my ass. “I’ll try, big guy, I’ll try.”
“You have to put me down,” I whisper into Amos’s lips.
“I don’t want to,” he growls.
It makes me giggle.
“You’re so damn fried chicken sexy, baby, even if you did change your hair.”
I let go of his neck to finger my short, lighter hair. I’ve been getting caramel highlights until I’m nearly a blonde instead of a brunette. Initially, I did it to piss off my father, but fell in love with the flirty look.
