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Comments: This was a challenge I gave myself, to write about Buck. My thanks to Cat for her input, making it go much more smoothly. Feedback is always welcome!
Buck Wilmington was unusually quiet on this bright, winter afternoon. He and his girlfriend, Missy, were walking through the woods on the side of his picturesque, Colorado home. Missy was slightly concerned with Buck's lack of spontaneity. She thought he had been looking forward to their weekend alone as much as she had. As soon as they reached the house, Buck motioned for them to go for a walk. There was still snow on the ground and they were still dressed from the romantic lunch they just finished, but she just took his hand and fell in step next to him. Carefully, Missy rested her hand on the back of Buck's neck and began to gently caress his soft skin, occasionally running her fingers through hair while they walked. This usually put him in a more amorous mood, so she thought it was worth a try. It took all she had to not push him up against a tree and take him. He looked so sexy in that suit and long wool coat. She loved the way that coat outlined his broad muscular shoulders. She was getting more turned on by the minute, if he didn't snap out of it soon, she was gonna go insane. Suddenly, Buck pulled Missy into his arms and lifted she lifted her head to look at him. As her face came up, his came down to meet it and his lips singed hers in a sweeping kiss. She reached up and clutched the lapels of his coat, holding him to her, deepening the kiss. "Missy," he murmured against her open mouth. "Are you trying to get my attention? Cause if you are it's working.""You bet I am, baby. I've been waiting for this weekend alone all week and I want all of your attention," Missy replied pulling into another passionate kiss.
"You want me darlin'?" he asked, his breathing labored from their last intense kiss.
"Yes!" She was lost every logical thought she'd ever had sailing out of her head, replaced by pure animal lust.
She was barely conscious of him pulling away momentarily to remove his coat and spread it on the ground behind her. Then he pulled her down and she sank to her knees in the powdery dusting of snow. She felt the wet chill of ice crystals against her bare legs as he gently leaned her back against the soft fabric; his hands went to the front of her coat, almost ripping it open. His suit jacket was open and she tugged at his dress shirt, first trying to unbutton it, then, frustrated, she pulled it from his waistband, wanting only to touch him. She felt her way through the layers of clothing until her bands found his bare back and shoulders. She could feel the muscles rippling beneath his warm, smooth skin as he pushed her coat aside and began working on her silk dress. They were both breathing hard, and as he shifted his weight she gasped, feeling his arousal against her lower stomach. She wriggled so that he was pressed against the most intimate spot between her legs, and heard him groan as his breathing grew more labored. Still, he worked on the pearl buttons of her dress slipping them open one by one, then expertly unfastening the front clasp of her lace bra, baring her breasts to the cold night air and his heated mouth. She trembled as his tongue gently licked first one tight nipple, then the other, and when he lifted his head and kissed her again she could no longer stand it. "Please," she heard herself moan as her hips strained upward, locked against his. "Please, now.."
He needed no further urging. She began unzipping his trousers taking his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking him; she heard low groan escape his lips. She felt him raising her skirt up to her hips and tugging the flimsy scrap of her lace panties down over her thighs and knees. She opened her legs to him and slowly guided him into her, gasping with pleasure as he filled her and began to move. She moved with him, clinging to his bare shoulders, her cheek against his hair as he panted hot into her neck. The rhythm built to a mighty crescendo. He erupted into her as a thousand kaleidoscopic exploded before her closed eyes, and afterward he held her, still inside her. She lay staring up at the early evening sky, noticing the white billowy clouds and up rising moon. His weight shifted, and she felt him withdraw, and then he lay beside her, the length of his body against the length of hers, his fingers reaching out to intertwine with hers. Slowly, she drifted back to reality.
"Buck?" she whispered, "What was bothering you earlier?"
He was silent for a moment, and when he did speak she half-expected him to play dumb, to say, 'Oh, Nothing, just thinking of you,' though she was certain that he knew she would see right through him. But he didn't say that.
He raised his head and he looked down at her and he said, quietly, "All right. I can tell you." He paused, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Then he said, "Jenny Stiles, that woman who was killed last week, I knew her growing up. She was like a little sister to me."
"Buck," she said softly, looking into his tortured blue eyes, "I'm so sorry. My God …"
"She was so sweet, Missy. Growing up. She was naive and trusting and always believed the best of people. That's why she got tangled up with damn, drug dealer. I knew he was a loser from the moment I met him, but I had problems of my own, then. I didn't look out for her the way I should have. She married him. He divorced her a year later, and it was ugly. The messiest divorce I've ever seen. Jenny was completely devastated.
Those last words were so ragged, so sorrowful, that Missy reached out to touch his shoulder, startled by the haunted expression in his eyes. "Why would you have stopped her?" she asked, shaking her head. "You didn't know what was going to happen to her, Buck. It wasn't your fault." He opened his mouth as if about to say something else, then seemed to catch himself and closed it again.
"What is it, Buck?" Missy asked, watching him, concerned by the ravaged look on his face.
"Nothing. It's... nothing." He inhaled deeply, then sighed heavily. "Anyway, that's been bugging me. It's just gonna take some time to get over it. I'm just lucky I have you to help me through it, my beautiful snow angel," he said, moving a piece of hair from her face, softly touching his lips to hers.
The two made their way back to the house before they caught themselves a cold, Missy was determined to take his mind off this pain, at least for the rest of the evening. Buck built a fire in the big fireplace and they finished the day in front of the fire that burned as hot as their passions for each other.
THE END
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