WIP - Untitled Cut & Run FanFic
Untitled WIP
Author: bluesylver
Fandom: Cut & Run by Abigail Roux
Characters: Zane & Becky Garrett
Warnings: Swearing, m/f sex, long ass sentences
"God, how far is the hotel? My feet are killing me in these shoes! Why did we walk again?"
"You're the one that dragged me to that dive. And you're the one that wanted to walk. I think you said it would be romantic", Zane replied with a slight smirk.
"Well it was romantic, wasn't it? You enjoyed the show; I know you did. You were enthralled with that male performer. I was watching you; you never took your eyes off him."
"Yeah, it was fun, but now it's freezing and we've still got seven blocks 'til we reach the hotel."
"Carry me?" Becky pleaded, pouting slightly.
Zane turned and studied her for a minute before he leaned in and whispered, "I'll make you a deal, cowgirl. I'll give you a ride to the hotel if you promise to ride me in bed tonight."
"Hmmmm, that's a pretty high price to pay, but you've got yourself a deal, cowboy." Becky replied cheekily.
"I have to warn you, I buck." Zane laughed.
"Well, I'd like to see you throw me. Don't forget I won the bronc riding championship three years running," Becky grinned back at him.
"As long as you don't use spurs, we're good," Zane said as he swung Becky up on his back. "Hold on", he shouted before taking off at a run.
***
"Fuck," Zane gasped as Becky slid off his back onto the bed. "My legs feel like jelly and I think my heart is about to burst."
"Poor baby," Becky cooed. "I guess you're too tuckered out for another ride tonight, huh?"
"Hell no. You're not getting out of our deal just 'cause I'm out of breath. I don't care if it kills me. Besides, you'll be doing most of the work."
Becky squealed as Zane grabbed her and pulled her down to lay next to him on the bed. He could feel her grinning as he kissed her. He pulled back to look at her. "God, I love you," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her again.
Pressed next to Zane, Becky could feel his heart pounding. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed her. It was damp from sweat and long enough to start curling at the ends. She idly wished he would wear his hair like that all the time, but she knew he would cut it short again when their vacation was over. He was so determined to be the ideal agent. All thoughts fled as Zane began trailing kisses down her throat and unbuttoning her blouse. Becky focused on Zane, his smell, the feel of his lips, the sound of his breath. She began to tug at his shirt. "Come on, big guy, get this off," she commanded. "I wanna ride you bareback."
Zane groaned, but complied, getting out of bed and pulling off his shirt. As he unbuckled his belt, Becky began to hum ---stripper music---. Raising his eyebrow, Zane considered her for a moment, then grinned and began to sway his hips. He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. He turned his back to her as he pushed his jeans down his thighs to his calves. "Fuck," he laughed when he realized there was no way to gracefully get his jeans off over his boots. Rather than hop to the bed, Zane dropped to the floor and yanked off his boots and jeans to the sound of Becky's laughter. "Don't quit your day job, dear," she teased.
Still grinning, Zane dropped his briefs and kicked them away, then walked over to their luggage and rummaged around a bit before returning to the bed. He'd been achingly hard before the little striptease interlude, but now his cock had deflated enough he could take his time and enjoy getting Becky off without being desperate for his own release. Zane stood in front of Becky, gazing down at her tenderly.
Becky met his eyes, then slid her gaze down his body. Zane was a work of art, broad shouldered with bulging biceps and sculpted chest and abs. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, and a trail of hair that led from just below his belly button to his thick, heavy cock and firm balls. His long, long legs were well muscled and firmly toned and his ass was glorious, round and firm. Becky remembered the scrawny young man Zane was when they had first made love. He had been so self-conscious about his body he could barely get hard enough to do the deed. As much as Becky loved the way Zane looked now, what she loved most was the confidence it gave Zane. Becky licked her lips seductively, then smiled when she caught a glimpse of what Zane held in his hand.
Zane grinned at her and tossed the vibrator on the bed. He reached out and slid her blouse off her shoulders, then kneeled down. He captured her lips in his as his hands fumbled with the clasp to her bra.
Impatient, Becky pushed Zane away and pulled her bra off over her head, then stood and undid her slacks, letting them fall to the floor. She felt Zane's large hands grip her buttocks, then his hot breath as he pressed his face to her belly.
Zane slid his fingers into the waistband of Becky's panties and slowly slid them down her legs. He remained kneeling for a moment, enjoying the view of his wife flushed and smiling. He stood suddenly and grabbed Becky, tossing her down on the bed before covering her with his body and attacking her mouth. They kissed passionately, .... tongues, teeth, lips... fingers threading, hands roaming, back scraping.... Eventually they came up for air, gasping. Then Zane began to work his way down her body, kissing and nipping at her skin until he reached her crotch.
more sexing Zane goes down on her, then uses the vibrator & his fingers to get her off
Zane knelt on the bed and wiped his face off with his arm before lying down on his side next to his wife. He lie quietly, content to just caress her and watch as she came down from her orgasm.
Eventually Becky's eyes focused and slid to look at him. She rolled to face him and grinned. "Ready for that ride now, cowboy?"
"Hell, yeah." Zane groaned as Becky wrapped her fingers around his cock. He rolled to his back as she straddled him, sliding her crotch against his cock several times before sinking down on it. He moaned as his cock was engulfed in the wet heat. Zane loved when Becky took charge, she was so good at it. She brought him to the edge again and again, squeezing and massaging his cock with her vaginal muscles and varying the speed and strength of her thrusts. She occasionly leaned forward for a kiss or to tweak his nipple, or back to cup his balls or grip his ass. No matter how hard he bucked his hips she never lost her balance, and if he bucked too much she would smack his ass hard. He was a little unnerved by how much he liked it when she did. It was a kink he wasn't ready to explore fully just yet.
Zane was just about at the end of his endurance, ready to beg Becky to let him come when he heard a hum and felt a buzzing sensation on his balls. The jolt that shot through his body made his hips thrust up so hard Becky had to grab the headboard to keep from hitting the wall. "Fuck, Becky," he managed to groan. "Fuck...what? Oh God".
"Did you like that?" Becky asked, grinning down at him wickedly.
"I...uh...yeah. Fuck". Zane ground out. "What the hell?"
Becky smiled and waved the vibrator at him, then slowly lowered it behind her as she resumed her rhythm on Zane's cock. Even prepared for it this time, the first touch of the vibrator was a shock. Zane was soon moaning with pleasure, though. Becky sped up her hips and with the added stimulation, Zane's orgasm was searing through his body leaving him dizzy and spent.
When Zane's head cleared, Becky was looking down at him, stroking his cheek. She traced his lips with her fingers, then kissed him tenderly. "So big guy, do you feel I upheld my end of the deal?" Becky asked with a grin.
"Oh yeah," Zane replied. "I got way more than I bargained for. I think your handprint is branded on my ass."
"Hmmm, that might not be a bad idea. Let everyone know your ass belongs to me; especially good looking men wearing eye liner and bowler hats," Becky joked.
"One problem with that, though. I'd have to be naked for anyone to see," Zane teased back.
"Maybe a collar then. I'll lead you around on a little leash...Oh my God," Becky laughed, "the look on your face...I think you'd enjoy it."
"In the bedroom maybe, not out in public," Zane said a little sheepishly. "Seriously, though, I have this to let everyone know I'm taken," he added thoughtfully, pointing to his wedding band. "I hope you know I never even look at other women, and I'd never considered a guy before tonight. I think I was more flattered and curious than anything. You're all I need or want." Zane studied Becky a moment, watching the emotions play across her face. "Why does that make you sad?"
"Because I know you really mean that, sweetheart, and it frightens me. You don't have any friends, you're estranged from your parents, you barely talk to your sister. What if something happened to me? You'd be all alone." Becky's voice cracked as she spoke.
"Shhh, honey, don't do that. Don't cry. And don't talk like that. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let it, you hear?" Zane insisted.
Becky sniffed and nodded, tears shining in her eyes. "I still wish you'd try to make some friends, Zane. What about the guy who sits across from you? Agent Todd, wasn't it? You introduced us at the Christmas party."
"No, no way. All he talks about is how his stocks are doing and the tits on the girls in whatever porn he saw last." Zane grumbled.
"Well, you like tits, so you have that in common." Becky's giggle turned into a gasp as Zane's lips closed on one of her nipples.
"Mmmm, I do like some tits," Zane replied, "but not as a topic of conversation."
"What about Annie's husband, Mark, then? He seemed like a nice enough guy," Becky tried again.
"Guy's a Marine. Every Marine I've ever met has been the same. They don't think you're a real man if you're not a Marine. I could feel the disdain before I even shook his hand. Annie seems happy enough and I'm glad for her, but I don't see me ever getting close to Mark," Zane sighed. "I just don't fit in with most guys. I'm too geeky for the jocks and too ripped for the geeks. Because of my size guys are either scared of me or trying to prove they're tougher than me. I don't care much about sports and I'm not into porn. I can't stand most people's ignorant politcal opinions. I haven't played video games since college. I just don't have anything in common with most of the guys I meet. Besides, I don't get to spend enough time with you as it is. I don't want to waste time hanging out in a bar with some jerk when I could be home with you, snuggling on the couch or dancing in the kitchen."
"You know we could join a book club or something. Then we'd still be together and you'd meet some men who are into something besides sports, porn or politics," Becky suggested.
"I'd still rather just sit home with you, Becky. You know I'm not comfortable around other people. The only time I feel free to be myself is when we're alone. That's the only time I'm really happy," Zane said plaintively.
"Oh, you're hopeless," Becky huffed. "If you'd let people see the real you, you'd be surprised how many friends you'd have. You put on that damn mask everytime you step out the door. I'm the only one you let see how sweet and funny and sensitive you are. I love you so much, and I want everyone to see you the way I do. I know they'd love you if you only let them. I feel so special that you trust me enough to be yourself with me, but it makes me sad, too. I want you to know love and happiness all the time, not just when you're alone with me."
Becky sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Zane. No matter how many time she told Zane how incredible he was, how talented and interesting and smart and funny, he never believed her. His mother's cruel coldness and his father's indifference left Zane feeling unloved and unlovable. He accepted Becky's love by attributing it to her own good nature and big heart, not to any worthiness of his own. Becky had to bite her lip to keep from blurting out the bitter thoughts about Zane's mother that were on her tongue. Becky forced a smile and ruffled Zane's hair before kissing him soundly. "Good night, sweetheart," she murmured. "If you have sweet dreams about men in bowler hats, you have to share them with me in the morning," she added to lighten the mood. "I love you."
"Love you, too." Zane's sleepy reply was almost inaudible, though a smile ghosted on his lips. He hummed a bit of the last song the man in the bowler hat had sung. The hum trailed off as Zane drifted off to sleep.
Becky pressed a kiss above Zane's heart, then laid her head on his shoulder to let sleep claim her.
***
Becky woke early, her head still pillowed on Zane's shoulder. She knew she should get up and start packing; it was their last day in New Orleans and they had to check out by 10am. She just couldn't bring herself to leave Zane's side, though. Instead she snuggled closer, tracing patterns on his chest and soaking up his warmth. Becky had almost dozed off again when she felt Zane stir. Becky pulled back and sat partway up to watch Zane wake. She loved the soft, confused look he wore when he first woke, as though he were still lost in dreams. Even better was the smile when he came fully awake and realized she was there. She'd asked him about it one time, why he always looked so lost until he saw her. Zane's reply had moved her to tears. He'd told her he had the sweetest dreams at night; when he woke and realized he'd been dreaming he felt lost. Then he'd see her, and know his dreams were real. Becky smiled at the memory.
Zane touched Becky's lips, then pulled her down for a kiss. "Morning, honey," he said warmly. "God, you're beautiful," he added, brushing her hair away from her face.
"Thank you," she whispered. "for this vacation. For coming on this trip with me. You work so hard all the time; you need to take more time to relax, to have fun. It's been so great to see you like this, happy and carefree. It does my heart good."
Zane reached out and caught Becky's hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. His eyes lingered on her wedding ring and he ran his thumb over it. "Marrying you was the smartest thing I ever did," he said, his voice shaky with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I guess I take you for granted. This week has been fantastic and it's made me realize what's important. I should spend every day trying to make you happy instead of focussing so much on my job. I know you miss Texas and ranch life. I can put in for a transfer; hell, if you want I'll quit and get a nice safe office job. I'd even work on Daddy's ranch if it meant you would be happy."
"Aww, sweetheart, you don't have to do that," Becky insisted. "I am happy, as long as we're together. I do miss Texas; I love it and I love riding horses and working cattle. I hate when you're gone on long assignments and I worry about you all the time you're not with me. But I know you wouldn't be happy working a boring office job, and you'd be downright miserable if you worked on the C&G. Your mother would have you so tied up in knots you wouldn't be able to breathe. I remember what it was like before you went off to college; I would never ask that of you. All I ask is that when you walk in the door, you let go of the job and focus on us. Just be there with me, all of you, and I'll be happy."
"I'll try, honey. I promise you I'll do whatever it takes," Zane said earnestly, pulling Becky close for a kiss. "What do you say to one for the road?" he asked, smiling as he slid his hand between her thighs. "I'll tell you about my dreams..."
Author: bluesylver
Fandom: Cut & Run by Abigail Roux
Characters: Zane & Becky Garrett
Warnings: Swearing, m/f sex, long ass sentences
"God, how far is the hotel? My feet are killing me in these shoes! Why did we walk again?"
"You're the one that dragged me to that dive. And you're the one that wanted to walk. I think you said it would be romantic", Zane replied with a slight smirk.
"Well it was romantic, wasn't it? You enjoyed the show; I know you did. You were enthralled with that male performer. I was watching you; you never took your eyes off him."
"Yeah, it was fun, but now it's freezing and we've still got seven blocks 'til we reach the hotel."
"Carry me?" Becky pleaded, pouting slightly.
Zane turned and studied her for a minute before he leaned in and whispered, "I'll make you a deal, cowgirl. I'll give you a ride to the hotel if you promise to ride me in bed tonight."
"Hmmmm, that's a pretty high price to pay, but you've got yourself a deal, cowboy." Becky replied cheekily.
"I have to warn you, I buck." Zane laughed.
"Well, I'd like to see you throw me. Don't forget I won the bronc riding championship three years running," Becky grinned back at him.
"As long as you don't use spurs, we're good," Zane said as he swung Becky up on his back. "Hold on", he shouted before taking off at a run.
***
"Fuck," Zane gasped as Becky slid off his back onto the bed. "My legs feel like jelly and I think my heart is about to burst."
"Poor baby," Becky cooed. "I guess you're too tuckered out for another ride tonight, huh?"
"Hell no. You're not getting out of our deal just 'cause I'm out of breath. I don't care if it kills me. Besides, you'll be doing most of the work."
Becky squealed as Zane grabbed her and pulled her down to lay next to him on the bed. He could feel her grinning as he kissed her. He pulled back to look at her. "God, I love you," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her again.
Pressed next to Zane, Becky could feel his heart pounding. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed her. It was damp from sweat and long enough to start curling at the ends. She idly wished he would wear his hair like that all the time, but she knew he would cut it short again when their vacation was over. He was so determined to be the ideal agent. All thoughts fled as Zane began trailing kisses down her throat and unbuttoning her blouse. Becky focused on Zane, his smell, the feel of his lips, the sound of his breath. She began to tug at his shirt. "Come on, big guy, get this off," she commanded. "I wanna ride you bareback."
Zane groaned, but complied, getting out of bed and pulling off his shirt. As he unbuckled his belt, Becky began to hum ---stripper music---. Raising his eyebrow, Zane considered her for a moment, then grinned and began to sway his hips. He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. He turned his back to her as he pushed his jeans down his thighs to his calves. "Fuck," he laughed when he realized there was no way to gracefully get his jeans off over his boots. Rather than hop to the bed, Zane dropped to the floor and yanked off his boots and jeans to the sound of Becky's laughter. "Don't quit your day job, dear," she teased.
Still grinning, Zane dropped his briefs and kicked them away, then walked over to their luggage and rummaged around a bit before returning to the bed. He'd been achingly hard before the little striptease interlude, but now his cock had deflated enough he could take his time and enjoy getting Becky off without being desperate for his own release. Zane stood in front of Becky, gazing down at her tenderly.
Becky met his eyes, then slid her gaze down his body. Zane was a work of art, broad shouldered with bulging biceps and sculpted chest and abs. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, and a trail of hair that led from just below his belly button to his thick, heavy cock and firm balls. His long, long legs were well muscled and firmly toned and his ass was glorious, round and firm. Becky remembered the scrawny young man Zane was when they had first made love. He had been so self-conscious about his body he could barely get hard enough to do the deed. As much as Becky loved the way Zane looked now, what she loved most was the confidence it gave Zane. Becky licked her lips seductively, then smiled when she caught a glimpse of what Zane held in his hand.
Zane grinned at her and tossed the vibrator on the bed. He reached out and slid her blouse off her shoulders, then kneeled down. He captured her lips in his as his hands fumbled with the clasp to her bra.
Impatient, Becky pushed Zane away and pulled her bra off over her head, then stood and undid her slacks, letting them fall to the floor. She felt Zane's large hands grip her buttocks, then his hot breath as he pressed his face to her belly.
Zane slid his fingers into the waistband of Becky's panties and slowly slid them down her legs. He remained kneeling for a moment, enjoying the view of his wife flushed and smiling. He stood suddenly and grabbed Becky, tossing her down on the bed before covering her with his body and attacking her mouth. They kissed passionately, .... tongues, teeth, lips... fingers threading, hands roaming, back scraping.... Eventually they came up for air, gasping. Then Zane began to work his way down her body, kissing and nipping at her skin until he reached her crotch.
more sexing Zane goes down on her, then uses the vibrator & his fingers to get her off
Zane knelt on the bed and wiped his face off with his arm before lying down on his side next to his wife. He lie quietly, content to just caress her and watch as she came down from her orgasm.
Eventually Becky's eyes focused and slid to look at him. She rolled to face him and grinned. "Ready for that ride now, cowboy?"
"Hell, yeah." Zane groaned as Becky wrapped her fingers around his cock. He rolled to his back as she straddled him, sliding her crotch against his cock several times before sinking down on it. He moaned as his cock was engulfed in the wet heat. Zane loved when Becky took charge, she was so good at it. She brought him to the edge again and again, squeezing and massaging his cock with her vaginal muscles and varying the speed and strength of her thrusts. She occasionly leaned forward for a kiss or to tweak his nipple, or back to cup his balls or grip his ass. No matter how hard he bucked his hips she never lost her balance, and if he bucked too much she would smack his ass hard. He was a little unnerved by how much he liked it when she did. It was a kink he wasn't ready to explore fully just yet.
Zane was just about at the end of his endurance, ready to beg Becky to let him come when he heard a hum and felt a buzzing sensation on his balls. The jolt that shot through his body made his hips thrust up so hard Becky had to grab the headboard to keep from hitting the wall. "Fuck, Becky," he managed to groan. "Fuck...what? Oh God".
"Did you like that?" Becky asked, grinning down at him wickedly.
"I...uh...yeah. Fuck". Zane ground out. "What the hell?"
Becky smiled and waved the vibrator at him, then slowly lowered it behind her as she resumed her rhythm on Zane's cock. Even prepared for it this time, the first touch of the vibrator was a shock. Zane was soon moaning with pleasure, though. Becky sped up her hips and with the added stimulation, Zane's orgasm was searing through his body leaving him dizzy and spent.
When Zane's head cleared, Becky was looking down at him, stroking his cheek. She traced his lips with her fingers, then kissed him tenderly. "So big guy, do you feel I upheld my end of the deal?" Becky asked with a grin.
"Oh yeah," Zane replied. "I got way more than I bargained for. I think your handprint is branded on my ass."
"Hmmm, that might not be a bad idea. Let everyone know your ass belongs to me; especially good looking men wearing eye liner and bowler hats," Becky joked.
"One problem with that, though. I'd have to be naked for anyone to see," Zane teased back.
"Maybe a collar then. I'll lead you around on a little leash...Oh my God," Becky laughed, "the look on your face...I think you'd enjoy it."
"In the bedroom maybe, not out in public," Zane said a little sheepishly. "Seriously, though, I have this to let everyone know I'm taken," he added thoughtfully, pointing to his wedding band. "I hope you know I never even look at other women, and I'd never considered a guy before tonight. I think I was more flattered and curious than anything. You're all I need or want." Zane studied Becky a moment, watching the emotions play across her face. "Why does that make you sad?"
"Because I know you really mean that, sweetheart, and it frightens me. You don't have any friends, you're estranged from your parents, you barely talk to your sister. What if something happened to me? You'd be all alone." Becky's voice cracked as she spoke.
"Shhh, honey, don't do that. Don't cry. And don't talk like that. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let it, you hear?" Zane insisted.
Becky sniffed and nodded, tears shining in her eyes. "I still wish you'd try to make some friends, Zane. What about the guy who sits across from you? Agent Todd, wasn't it? You introduced us at the Christmas party."
"No, no way. All he talks about is how his stocks are doing and the tits on the girls in whatever porn he saw last." Zane grumbled.
"Well, you like tits, so you have that in common." Becky's giggle turned into a gasp as Zane's lips closed on one of her nipples.
"Mmmm, I do like some tits," Zane replied, "but not as a topic of conversation."
"What about Annie's husband, Mark, then? He seemed like a nice enough guy," Becky tried again.
"Guy's a Marine. Every Marine I've ever met has been the same. They don't think you're a real man if you're not a Marine. I could feel the disdain before I even shook his hand. Annie seems happy enough and I'm glad for her, but I don't see me ever getting close to Mark," Zane sighed. "I just don't fit in with most guys. I'm too geeky for the jocks and too ripped for the geeks. Because of my size guys are either scared of me or trying to prove they're tougher than me. I don't care much about sports and I'm not into porn. I can't stand most people's ignorant politcal opinions. I haven't played video games since college. I just don't have anything in common with most of the guys I meet. Besides, I don't get to spend enough time with you as it is. I don't want to waste time hanging out in a bar with some jerk when I could be home with you, snuggling on the couch or dancing in the kitchen."
"You know we could join a book club or something. Then we'd still be together and you'd meet some men who are into something besides sports, porn or politics," Becky suggested.
"I'd still rather just sit home with you, Becky. You know I'm not comfortable around other people. The only time I feel free to be myself is when we're alone. That's the only time I'm really happy," Zane said plaintively.
"Oh, you're hopeless," Becky huffed. "If you'd let people see the real you, you'd be surprised how many friends you'd have. You put on that damn mask everytime you step out the door. I'm the only one you let see how sweet and funny and sensitive you are. I love you so much, and I want everyone to see you the way I do. I know they'd love you if you only let them. I feel so special that you trust me enough to be yourself with me, but it makes me sad, too. I want you to know love and happiness all the time, not just when you're alone with me."
Becky sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Zane. No matter how many time she told Zane how incredible he was, how talented and interesting and smart and funny, he never believed her. His mother's cruel coldness and his father's indifference left Zane feeling unloved and unlovable. He accepted Becky's love by attributing it to her own good nature and big heart, not to any worthiness of his own. Becky had to bite her lip to keep from blurting out the bitter thoughts about Zane's mother that were on her tongue. Becky forced a smile and ruffled Zane's hair before kissing him soundly. "Good night, sweetheart," she murmured. "If you have sweet dreams about men in bowler hats, you have to share them with me in the morning," she added to lighten the mood. "I love you."
"Love you, too." Zane's sleepy reply was almost inaudible, though a smile ghosted on his lips. He hummed a bit of the last song the man in the bowler hat had sung. The hum trailed off as Zane drifted off to sleep.
Becky pressed a kiss above Zane's heart, then laid her head on his shoulder to let sleep claim her.
***
Becky woke early, her head still pillowed on Zane's shoulder. She knew she should get up and start packing; it was their last day in New Orleans and they had to check out by 10am. She just couldn't bring herself to leave Zane's side, though. Instead she snuggled closer, tracing patterns on his chest and soaking up his warmth. Becky had almost dozed off again when she felt Zane stir. Becky pulled back and sat partway up to watch Zane wake. She loved the soft, confused look he wore when he first woke, as though he were still lost in dreams. Even better was the smile when he came fully awake and realized she was there. She'd asked him about it one time, why he always looked so lost until he saw her. Zane's reply had moved her to tears. He'd told her he had the sweetest dreams at night; when he woke and realized he'd been dreaming he felt lost. Then he'd see her, and know his dreams were real. Becky smiled at the memory.
Zane touched Becky's lips, then pulled her down for a kiss. "Morning, honey," he said warmly. "God, you're beautiful," he added, brushing her hair away from her face.
"Thank you," she whispered. "for this vacation. For coming on this trip with me. You work so hard all the time; you need to take more time to relax, to have fun. It's been so great to see you like this, happy and carefree. It does my heart good."
Zane reached out and caught Becky's hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. His eyes lingered on her wedding ring and he ran his thumb over it. "Marrying you was the smartest thing I ever did," he said, his voice shaky with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I guess I take you for granted. This week has been fantastic and it's made me realize what's important. I should spend every day trying to make you happy instead of focussing so much on my job. I know you miss Texas and ranch life. I can put in for a transfer; hell, if you want I'll quit and get a nice safe office job. I'd even work on Daddy's ranch if it meant you would be happy."
"Aww, sweetheart, you don't have to do that," Becky insisted. "I am happy, as long as we're together. I do miss Texas; I love it and I love riding horses and working cattle. I hate when you're gone on long assignments and I worry about you all the time you're not with me. But I know you wouldn't be happy working a boring office job, and you'd be downright miserable if you worked on the C&G. Your mother would have you so tied up in knots you wouldn't be able to breathe. I remember what it was like before you went off to college; I would never ask that of you. All I ask is that when you walk in the door, you let go of the job and focus on us. Just be there with me, all of you, and I'll be happy."
"I'll try, honey. I promise you I'll do whatever it takes," Zane said earnestly, pulling Becky close for a kiss. "What do you say to one for the road?" he asked, smiling as he slid his hand between her thighs. "I'll tell you about my dreams..."