Wyoming Nights (10 page)

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reakfast was a light fare of fruit and hot cereal.  Daniel fueled the vehicle, checked the fluid levels, and away they rolled, arriving in Laramie in late-afternoon on Sunday.  He continued on I-80 heading into the Elk Mountains as he signaled to exit right outside of Hanna.

“Is Sheila D. with Cassandra?”

“No, I couldn’t risk her coming home infested with fleas or raccoon bites.  I tried leaving her there once and my lady did not like all the coons; she fought with them constantly. Hell, when I picked her up she wouldn’t even interact with me.  It took her a while to forgive me for that, so never again.  She is with a young man named Jamar Smalls.” he said his as he made a turn into the Lazy B Bar Ranch.

Heavy construction equipment had been delivered along with pallets of bricks, loads of lumber and a modified tract home sat in the center of the makings of a town.  Daniel parked the vehicle next to a beat up red pickup truck with a Kinson Construction sign on the door.  That one was parked next to a green BMW that seemed totally out of place.  Daniel rolled down the window and gave a quick whistle and seconds later the front door of the house open freeing a very happy border collie who was anxious to see her master. She was followed out of the building by two men. One was a tall thin black man and the other was a burly white man with a beard, intense eyes, and a smile that would melt the heart of a tin man.

“Come, meet the guys,” he told her as he cut the engine.

The second his feet touched the ground Sheila D was on him covering her master with licks, dog kisses and affection.

“Hey pretty lady; I missed you too,” he said to Sheila D as he rubbed behind her ears and gave the dog firm pats with his large hands.

Darlene was quiet as she waited for an introduction.  “Darlene, this is Jamar Smalls and Jack Kinson,” Daniel said.

“Pleasure to meet you both.  If I may ask, what are you building here?”

“A town,” Jamar said with pride.

“Really?”

“Yep, welcome to Serenity,” he told her.  He turned on the freshly constructed porch as he pointed. “Over there will be the post office, the doctor and dentist office, the café to start out the town. Those are needed most in this area.  We have a farmer coming out soon, so we will have fresh milk and eggs...produce and the like.”

Jack spoke up, “Yeah, I am building as fast as we can, but I don’t know if we will be able to keep up.”

Darlene’s interest was piqued, “do you mind if I take a look at your city plans, schematics and allocations for the use and preservation of natural resources?”

All three men looked at her as if she had let out a loud sour burp.

“Sure thing, this way,” Jamar told her.

A few minutes later, she was walking down the middle of a dirt cleared Main Street as Jamar began to explain and answer her questions.  She came to the marked intersection on Main and Smalls Streets.

“You named the street after yourself?”

“It’s my town, of course,” he said with a lopsided grin.  She liked him a lot. There was an easy way about him. He reminded her a bit of her son.

“Mrs. Wilstrom, why are you asking so many questions,” he wanted to know.

“Please call me Darlene.  Hubby and I are looking to open a general store and I think this may be the perfect place. Actually this spot here on the corner of Main and Smalls Street,” she told him.

“Darlene, I will sell you the land.  You can work it out with Jack to build the store to your specifications, but it will be well after the winter before he can get started.  We have a lot to get laid in before the first snows in November,” he said as he shoved his hands in his front pockets.

Daniel had walked down the dirt street with the dog and Jack to see what they were talking about. Jamar looked up, “Hey Dan, I went by to check on your place and there were some boxes on the back porch, so I put them into the kitchen.  We got a heavy rain storm a few days back and you have some clearing to do from the river.  You have got to put you a break up there to divert any water and crap from your house,” he said adamantly.

“I’m working on it. Right now my priority is to get my ladies home and get them settled,” he told her.

“I was thinking,” Darlene started. “That by maybe mid-week, you two would like to come over for a home cooked meal?”

Jack’s face perked up. “Please?  Can we really? I am sick of my own cooking and the stuff this man puts together should be illegal!”

Darlene laughed. “Of course, we would love to have you,” she said as she turned her attention to Daniel. “How far away is Serenity from our house?”

“About 15 miles,” Daniel said.

“So technically, we could put our general store here?”

Daniel arched his brow. “Yes we could.”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes I would,” he said.

“Jamar, I assume you handle all land sales?” He nodded yes. “Draft up a bill of sale for this corner lot for...” she paused, “...The Double D General Store....” She grinned at Daniel.  “I will have a check ready for you when you come to dinner.”

Daniel held up his hand, but to his surprise she stepped into his arms, wrapping her around him.  “This is my wedding gift to you.  I bought the land, and we can work with Jack here to have him start to build next Spring.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, but right now, I want to go home.” She leaned up on her toes to kiss him.  Daniel pulled her tight against him, kissing her deeper than he had planned.

“Get a room, a cot, and away from us with that,” Jack growled as he stormed off.

Her husband was full of surprises.  He had a blanket saved to cover the back seat where the dog was to sit. A window was cracked as they all rode to the cabin, her excitement building more and more as they neared her new home.

A new life.

A new man.

A new way of thinking...of living...of loving.

All of which were going to have to wait. Most of the yard was covered in debris which needed to be cleared before night fell. The longer the debris sat, the faster the chances of critters inhabiting the remnants. He didn’t want  either of his ladies to be in any danger.

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he cabin looked bigger.  The carport definitely was. Well now it was a two car garage.

“I made a few changes in the last couple of months with Jack’s help.  Make sure when you park your truck it is inside the garage and the doors are down.  I don’t want any stragglers coming through here seeing that vehicle and thinking they hit pay dirt, okay?”

“Understood,” she told him. Darlene wanted to see the other changes to the cabin. Before she had time to react, he lifted her from her feet, threw her over his shoulder climbing the stairs by twos. She giggled like a school girl as he sat her gently on the floor. 

“Welcome home Darlene,” he said as he cupped her cheeks in his hands. “I will help you unload, but I need to clear some of that debris before critters that slither, claw and sneak up on you, make a new home.”  Together they unloaded the vehicle. Her eyes were wide as he took the sewing machines into a new addition with a potbellied stove, loads of shelves with storage bins, and a walk-in storage closet. The perfect craft room also included a brand new handmade desk and table. 

He made these for me.

He built this room for me.

My own space. No office with power pictures on the wall.  A clean space.

To create.

To breath.

To create a life for us and our business.

“I’ll see what I can do to rustle us up some dinner,” she told him.  His focus was on the back yard.  Pulling gloves on, he and Sheila D headed out the back door and began to carefully remove the loose debris.  Thirty minutes into the clearing, he had to stop to get an axe. He was in a full blown sweat as he removed his cotton button down shirt and worked in the khakis and wife beater. He started cutting up the larger branches adding them to the wood pile to dry out for use in the colder months.

In the kitchen Darlene made sandwiches and fries from the potatoes in the bin while she watched him work. The axe rose high in the air and came down hard into the wood. Each stroke making contact with the wood, chipping away at it. Stroke after stroke, the wood gave way under the pressure of his muscles. The hair on his forearms lay flat and slick from the sweat. Sweat poured like water from his brow until finally he had cleared it all away and there would be no slithering surprises for any of them when they came out in the morning.

I am going to have to teach her how to look, walk and keep her eyes peeled for threats and dangers.  I also need to teach her to shoot.

Daniels muscles ached as he put away the axe and made his way into the back door.  Sheila D close at his side.

“I need to grab a quick shower to wash this off me before I can sit down with you,” he said as he tried to turn his back.

“Let me help you,” she said softly reaching for the sweat soaked tank. She yanked at the sides from his waist band, dragging upwards uncovering his abs, tugging the material over his chest, leaving him bare from the waist up.  Her fingers trailed across the wet hairs on his chest down between his abdominals as the fine hairs went into his pants. 

So manly. 

So virile
.

Her hands went for his belt buckle, tugging anxiously. Darlene unzipped his pants, hungrily grabbing at the fabric. 
Four long years...four years...

“Darlene, I am sweat soaked, dirty...” he tried to say, but her hand slipped into his pants, taking a hold of him.  Daniel’s breath caught.

“I know...sweaty, dirty, rugged,” she said as her hand massaged him.  Never had she been so bold in her life with any man, but watching the physicality of him cutting wood had turned her on.  She was past the point of reason and all she knew was she craved the feel of him inside of her.  Her hand came out of his pants as she yanked them down his hips, then reaching under her skirt, to remove her panties.  “Up,” she told him as she hiked up her skirt and climbed into his arms.

“Darlene...” he tried to say as her mouth took possession of his, kissing him like she was starved for affection.  She reached between them to feel for his readiness.

Daniel was rigid.

Powerful.

Thick.

“Oh my,” she said as she tried to hold on to his neck with one hand and jam him inside of her with the other hand. “Hold me,” she demanded.

Darlene kicked off her shoes, braced her toes on the kitchen counter and lowered herself to take him in.

“Ahhh Shit,” he said as he felt the tightness of her surround him like a vortex clamping on and sucking him in.  “Darlene, we need a bed...”

“No,” she told him as she moved her hips trying to accommodate the girth of him. “You feel so good. So, so good...I need you, I want you...take me here,” she begged him.

Large hands cupped her buttocks as he incrementally worked himself deep into her.  The deeper he went the more she moaned.  Her mouth moved back and forth over his, her tongue playing inside his mouth teasing, rubbing against his, her toes using the kitchen counter for leverage.

“It’s soooo good Daniel, soo gooood, you make me feel soooo good...so good inside of me,” she worded into his mouth.  The heady scent of his sweaty body filling her nostrils. The pungent smell of sweat and their lovemaking fueled her.  She rocked hard against him, feeling the pressure building inside of her.  He was so thick. She felt so full. It seemed like he was touching spots inside of her womanhood she didn’t even know existed.

Stroking her.

Touching her insides.

Pulsating against of her walls. 

She never was verbal with George. Darlene never asked for what she wanted sexually. The routine was established, she got there with some effort, but she only managed to get there occasionally. With her new husband she would get sexual fulfillment on more than an occasion. Darlene knew what she wanted from Daniel. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed.

“Make me moan...take me there...I want to feel you Daniel. Please Daniel, I want to explode with you inside of me,” she pleaded with him. She couldn’t force herself to say the words she wanted to tell him.  Each time she tried she swallowed back a bit of her verbiage.

Daniel was glad to oblige her.  He used his hands, digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her away from him, almost disconnecting their bodies before pulling her forcefully against him, sinking himself all the way into her.  He emitted a deep throated groan of male satisfaction. The action was repeated several times until Darlene began to moan loudly. So loud, he wasn’t certain how he was going to get her there without getting there first himself.

He did it again, disconnected them and plunged deep.  His feet were wide apart and he braced himself against the sink and began to pump his hips as he slammed her body into his.

“Oh Gawwwwd!” she cried out, her toes clinging to the edge of the sink and he increased his pace. “I’m so close, Daniel, so close,” she cried out.

“Come on Baby,” he said as pumped harder. His legs almost giving out. The fit of him inside of her was so snug he was afraid he would tear her if he did anything more in this position.